___________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Eighteen___________
"Ron, tell them to get their dirty hands off my baby!" Draco ordered from his spot on the bed. He watched, eye twitching slightly, as Ron showed the newborn off to anyone who would look. He gave a look of ghastly horror when Madame Sprout reached to hold him. "Nnnoooo!!! She's got dirt on her hands!"
"Sheesh, Malfoy, calm down." Harry smirked. Draco growled under his breath and reached over for his cup of water. "You'll end up with a hernia."
"I'm not going to even pretend I know what your babbling on about, Potter." Draco calmly responded, before returning to a scream. "Oh, no you don't Weasley! I am not about to let Longbottom hold my child! He'll probably drop him!"
"He's just showing him off, Malfoy." Harry snorted. "You should be happy Ron makes such a good father.... Hmm... So, does that make you Mommy?"
"Shut up, Potter." Draco glared. He kept his eyes trained on the red-head across the room, who was grinning from ear to ear. He let out a soft sigh, hoping Harry wouldn't here.
"Something wrong, Malfoy?" Harry asked. Draco cursed under his breath. "Come on, you can tell me. Aren't we friends?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Draco replied. Harry chuckled.
"Not really." Harry admitted. "But, look, we'll be doing something very dangerous in a few days, right? Sometimes it's good to get out somethings. Like show and tell."
"Fine." Draco mumbled. "I'm going to fucking miss him, all right? I don't want to leave him and Shay. It's not right."
"Your not going to die, Malfoy." Harry assured him. Draco eyed him, then rolled said eyes.
"You don't know my father, Potter. I'll die, sooner or later. By his hand if not by the Dark Lord's."
"Oh, shut up, Malfoy." Harry groaned. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's not going to happen, understand? I've known Ron a lot longer than you and I know for a fact that when he's stubborn about something, he succeeds. And he's determined to protect you. So you've nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure Ron is enough protection?" Draco mused, smiling slightly.
"Hell yes." Harry snorted. "He's protected me enough times, I should know."
"Thanks, Potter. Your okay." Draco said softly.
"I try to be." Was Harry's reply.
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Needless to say, Draco was nervous. Which was to expected for someone who was entering the room the Dark Lord presently resided. He carefully glanced to the side, where Snape was walking, dressed in Death Eater garb. Taking a deep breath he stepped into the room, noticing at once the torches lining the wall and the throne positioned at the top. He slowly stepped up to it, kneeling.
"Ah, Draco, I was wondering when you'd make an appearance." Lord Voldemort commented. Draco shot a glance over at his father, who looked like he didn't even notice him. "I assume you have good news?"
"My Lord." Draco started, but his voide failed him. He made a choking noise.
"Stand up." Voldemort order. Draco, naturally, obeyed. His nerves shook as he noticed the wand being twirled in one pale hand, but he hide his reaction. "Tell me, Draco."
"The child... Did not survive, My Lord." Draco whispered. The red eyes narrowed.
"Explain."
"Th-the..." Draco stuttered, unsure of what to say.
"Still born, My Lord." Snape interupted. Draco carefully breathed a sigh of relief, makign sure it was barely heard.
"I don't remember asking for you to answer, Severus." Voldemort hissed. The red eyes remained focused on Draco as he spoke. "Lucius, your son dissapoints me. Did you not ensure me that you raised him in our ways? And yet, he does not look at me with the respect I deserve."
"I am sorry-"
"Do not appologize for your son, Lucius." Voldemort glanced at the tall blonde in the corner, before returning to the younger Malfoy. "Must I do everything for you? Tell me, what is the point in having minions, if they can't even fullfill the task of giving birth!"
"My Lord," Draco dropped to his knees again. "I am sorry. I do not know of what else to say, but that."
"Still, you dissapoint me, my son." Voldemort stared down at the pale blonde, before calmly standing. Snape watched a few feet away, head bowed, as Draco shivered on the ground. The Dark Lord's footsteps echoed through the damp room. Slowly, as though he wanted the torture to be more the wait than anything else, he raised his wand to the boy. Draco kept his eyes squeezed shut, tremors shaking his body as he waited for the inevitable. "Tell me, boy. Give me a reason for you to live."
"I.. I..." Draco stammered. "I can try again... Or I can get you Potter! Anything, I'll do anything, My Lord."
"I doubt you would be able to succeed the simplest activity, Draco, especially after your punishment is over. If you scream the right way, maybe I'll find enough entertainment in you to keep you alive." Voldemort replied, amusement lacing his voice. Snape could hear Draco's breath comming in gasps now, as he awaited the Dark Lord's move.
"Crucio."
The word was spoken almost boringly. Snape could recall the millions of times he had heard it said that way, along with the pain that was now wracking Draco's body. The boy fell further to the ground, body stiffening and twitching. Snape could see blood comming from his mouth. Draco had bit his tongue to keep the screams back. The only sign that Voldemort showed, besides the bored look, was the passion in his gleaming eyes. Snape could tell he was enjoying himself.
"Expelliarmus!"
The shout came from the left, and Snape took it as a sign to move. Voldemort's wand had been snatched from his hand, the Unforgivable broken. Snape moved forward, acting as though he was protecting the Dark Lord. Lucius did the same. Voldemort seemed to hiss under his breath as a figure emerged from the darkness. Dumbledore.
"And what do you want, old man?" Voldemort asked, completely disregarding the fact that he wasn't so young himself. Dumbledore merely chuckled and held up Voldemort's wand.
"I believe I already got what I want." Dumbledore said softly. "Though, I believe there are a few others that are in need of somethings, hmm? Mr. Weasley..."
More figured bounded into the torch light, the red-head Gryffindor in the lead. Within seconds Voldemort, Snape, and Lucius was surrounded by members of The Order of the Pheonix, all trainign their wands on the three figures. Ron stepped forward, glimmers of fear shinign in his eyes, though his face did not show it. When he saw that the three were not going to attack him, he darted to the floor where Draco lay, twitching.
Using all his strength, he picked up the Slytherin and moved out of the battles way. He reached the hall before anyone inside began to move. Setting Draco down on the stone floor, Ron gently rested his head on his lap. He looked up to see Hermione darting out of the shadow, wand in hand, preparing to use medical charms on the unconcious boy.
Inside the torch-lit room shouts were heard. Voices screaming out spells. Ron and Hermione remained with Draco, Ron rocking the shivering body back and forth. The minutes passed as voices continued to shout in anger, alarm, and bravery.
"Traitor!" It sounded like Voldemort. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other.
"No, just a Slytherin looking out for my own hide." Was a snarling reply. Snape.
More curses and spells were sounded, then all went deadly quiet. Draco whimpered in Ron's arms and he pulled him closer. Hermione stood. "I'm going in."
"No! I need you here." Ron whipered. "Don't leave me and Draco alone."
"Harry needs us, Ron." Hermione insisted. "Draco will be fine."
Ron looked down at the pale face, then nodded. He carefully set Draco onto the ground, taking off his outer robe to give him a pillow for his head. THen he followed Hermione back into the room. Voldemort stood near his throne, Lucius his knees a few feet in front of him. Neither one carried a wand. Ron and Hermione tok out their wands and found their places in the circle surrounding the two Dark wizards.
"So, is this it, Severus?" Lucius growled from his spot on the floor. "Going to kill me?"
"No, actually." Snape smiled grimly. "I've arranged a nice little spot for you in Azkaban prison. Though, sadly, Voldemort won't be comming with you."
"I'll never die." Was Voldemort's opinion on the matter.
"Stupefy!" Snape yelled. The red beam of light hit Lucius directly in the forhead and the eldest Malfoy fell to the ground in a slump. Snape moved his wand to the Dark Lord. "Your turn."
"Avada Kedavra!"
It was like one voice. Every member of the Order yelling it at once. Dumbledore. Snape. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Lupin. Harry, Ron, and Hermione. And a few others. It would later be discovered that the power was essencially too much. All the anger and revenge set into the two words by more than one person. Green light filled the room. Voldemrot didn't scream. A hissing, burning like sound escaped from his lips, though through the light no one could see it. Voldemrot's body fell to the ground. It seemed to radiate green light. The moment the body hit the ground, Ron was darting back to the hall to Draco. But the rest remained to watch the body do more than die. It dissentigrated before their eyes, going from corpse, to a rotting one, and finally bones.
A look of disgust on his face, Harry stepped up to the skeletan, raised his foot, and stomped on the skull.
"And what, do tell, was the point in that?" Snape asked when Harry turned around. Harry merely smiled and Snape sent his eyes skywards.
"Best we start preparing for the Aurors to show up." Lupin announced.
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Draco opened his eyes to blinding white light and he breifly wodnered if Hell was trying to trick him into believing he was in Heaven. But then, he wouldn't feel like he'd been ran over by a herd of hippogriffs. Groaning, he clamped his eyes shut against the protruding light.
"Draco!" Someone practically screemed in his ear.
"Shut up." Draco grumbled, trying to go back to sleep.
"I think it's best you wake up, dear, you need your medicine." Another voice told him. Heaving a sigh, Draco re-opened his eyes to see Madame Pomfrey and Ron leaning over him. He glanced tot he right to see Harry and Hermione watching him.
"Oh, Merlin, I really am in Hell." He whined. Ron grinned.
"Nope, your alive." He announced. Draco stared up at him a moment, before his lips twitched into a small smile.
"What happened?" Draco asked as Pomfrey thrusted a sour looking potion into his hand.
"Your not going to believe it." Ron simply told him.
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holy st. catherine, that was the alst chapter... well, there WILL be a epilogue, but this was the last chapter-chapter. *sniff* my baby! *huggles story* sorry, i get a little emotional when it comes to things like this. my story's all grown up and begin read!!! *wails and is comforted by Muse Charlie, who doesn't look very happy* oh, sorry Charlie, i know... i dind't put in you the voldie-killing scene. my bad. *sheepish grin*
"Ron, tell them to get their dirty hands off my baby!" Draco ordered from his spot on the bed. He watched, eye twitching slightly, as Ron showed the newborn off to anyone who would look. He gave a look of ghastly horror when Madame Sprout reached to hold him. "Nnnoooo!!! She's got dirt on her hands!"
"Sheesh, Malfoy, calm down." Harry smirked. Draco growled under his breath and reached over for his cup of water. "You'll end up with a hernia."
"I'm not going to even pretend I know what your babbling on about, Potter." Draco calmly responded, before returning to a scream. "Oh, no you don't Weasley! I am not about to let Longbottom hold my child! He'll probably drop him!"
"He's just showing him off, Malfoy." Harry snorted. "You should be happy Ron makes such a good father.... Hmm... So, does that make you Mommy?"
"Shut up, Potter." Draco glared. He kept his eyes trained on the red-head across the room, who was grinning from ear to ear. He let out a soft sigh, hoping Harry wouldn't here.
"Something wrong, Malfoy?" Harry asked. Draco cursed under his breath. "Come on, you can tell me. Aren't we friends?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Draco replied. Harry chuckled.
"Not really." Harry admitted. "But, look, we'll be doing something very dangerous in a few days, right? Sometimes it's good to get out somethings. Like show and tell."
"Fine." Draco mumbled. "I'm going to fucking miss him, all right? I don't want to leave him and Shay. It's not right."
"Your not going to die, Malfoy." Harry assured him. Draco eyed him, then rolled said eyes.
"You don't know my father, Potter. I'll die, sooner or later. By his hand if not by the Dark Lord's."
"Oh, shut up, Malfoy." Harry groaned. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's not going to happen, understand? I've known Ron a lot longer than you and I know for a fact that when he's stubborn about something, he succeeds. And he's determined to protect you. So you've nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure Ron is enough protection?" Draco mused, smiling slightly.
"Hell yes." Harry snorted. "He's protected me enough times, I should know."
"Thanks, Potter. Your okay." Draco said softly.
"I try to be." Was Harry's reply.
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Needless to say, Draco was nervous. Which was to expected for someone who was entering the room the Dark Lord presently resided. He carefully glanced to the side, where Snape was walking, dressed in Death Eater garb. Taking a deep breath he stepped into the room, noticing at once the torches lining the wall and the throne positioned at the top. He slowly stepped up to it, kneeling.
"Ah, Draco, I was wondering when you'd make an appearance." Lord Voldemort commented. Draco shot a glance over at his father, who looked like he didn't even notice him. "I assume you have good news?"
"My Lord." Draco started, but his voide failed him. He made a choking noise.
"Stand up." Voldemort order. Draco, naturally, obeyed. His nerves shook as he noticed the wand being twirled in one pale hand, but he hide his reaction. "Tell me, Draco."
"The child... Did not survive, My Lord." Draco whispered. The red eyes narrowed.
"Explain."
"Th-the..." Draco stuttered, unsure of what to say.
"Still born, My Lord." Snape interupted. Draco carefully breathed a sigh of relief, makign sure it was barely heard.
"I don't remember asking for you to answer, Severus." Voldemort hissed. The red eyes remained focused on Draco as he spoke. "Lucius, your son dissapoints me. Did you not ensure me that you raised him in our ways? And yet, he does not look at me with the respect I deserve."
"I am sorry-"
"Do not appologize for your son, Lucius." Voldemort glanced at the tall blonde in the corner, before returning to the younger Malfoy. "Must I do everything for you? Tell me, what is the point in having minions, if they can't even fullfill the task of giving birth!"
"My Lord," Draco dropped to his knees again. "I am sorry. I do not know of what else to say, but that."
"Still, you dissapoint me, my son." Voldemort stared down at the pale blonde, before calmly standing. Snape watched a few feet away, head bowed, as Draco shivered on the ground. The Dark Lord's footsteps echoed through the damp room. Slowly, as though he wanted the torture to be more the wait than anything else, he raised his wand to the boy. Draco kept his eyes squeezed shut, tremors shaking his body as he waited for the inevitable. "Tell me, boy. Give me a reason for you to live."
"I.. I..." Draco stammered. "I can try again... Or I can get you Potter! Anything, I'll do anything, My Lord."
"I doubt you would be able to succeed the simplest activity, Draco, especially after your punishment is over. If you scream the right way, maybe I'll find enough entertainment in you to keep you alive." Voldemort replied, amusement lacing his voice. Snape could hear Draco's breath comming in gasps now, as he awaited the Dark Lord's move.
"Crucio."
The word was spoken almost boringly. Snape could recall the millions of times he had heard it said that way, along with the pain that was now wracking Draco's body. The boy fell further to the ground, body stiffening and twitching. Snape could see blood comming from his mouth. Draco had bit his tongue to keep the screams back. The only sign that Voldemort showed, besides the bored look, was the passion in his gleaming eyes. Snape could tell he was enjoying himself.
"Expelliarmus!"
The shout came from the left, and Snape took it as a sign to move. Voldemort's wand had been snatched from his hand, the Unforgivable broken. Snape moved forward, acting as though he was protecting the Dark Lord. Lucius did the same. Voldemort seemed to hiss under his breath as a figure emerged from the darkness. Dumbledore.
"And what do you want, old man?" Voldemort asked, completely disregarding the fact that he wasn't so young himself. Dumbledore merely chuckled and held up Voldemort's wand.
"I believe I already got what I want." Dumbledore said softly. "Though, I believe there are a few others that are in need of somethings, hmm? Mr. Weasley..."
More figured bounded into the torch light, the red-head Gryffindor in the lead. Within seconds Voldemort, Snape, and Lucius was surrounded by members of The Order of the Pheonix, all trainign their wands on the three figures. Ron stepped forward, glimmers of fear shinign in his eyes, though his face did not show it. When he saw that the three were not going to attack him, he darted to the floor where Draco lay, twitching.
Using all his strength, he picked up the Slytherin and moved out of the battles way. He reached the hall before anyone inside began to move. Setting Draco down on the stone floor, Ron gently rested his head on his lap. He looked up to see Hermione darting out of the shadow, wand in hand, preparing to use medical charms on the unconcious boy.
Inside the torch-lit room shouts were heard. Voices screaming out spells. Ron and Hermione remained with Draco, Ron rocking the shivering body back and forth. The minutes passed as voices continued to shout in anger, alarm, and bravery.
"Traitor!" It sounded like Voldemort. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other.
"No, just a Slytherin looking out for my own hide." Was a snarling reply. Snape.
More curses and spells were sounded, then all went deadly quiet. Draco whimpered in Ron's arms and he pulled him closer. Hermione stood. "I'm going in."
"No! I need you here." Ron whipered. "Don't leave me and Draco alone."
"Harry needs us, Ron." Hermione insisted. "Draco will be fine."
Ron looked down at the pale face, then nodded. He carefully set Draco onto the ground, taking off his outer robe to give him a pillow for his head. THen he followed Hermione back into the room. Voldemort stood near his throne, Lucius his knees a few feet in front of him. Neither one carried a wand. Ron and Hermione tok out their wands and found their places in the circle surrounding the two Dark wizards.
"So, is this it, Severus?" Lucius growled from his spot on the floor. "Going to kill me?"
"No, actually." Snape smiled grimly. "I've arranged a nice little spot for you in Azkaban prison. Though, sadly, Voldemort won't be comming with you."
"I'll never die." Was Voldemort's opinion on the matter.
"Stupefy!" Snape yelled. The red beam of light hit Lucius directly in the forhead and the eldest Malfoy fell to the ground in a slump. Snape moved his wand to the Dark Lord. "Your turn."
"Avada Kedavra!"
It was like one voice. Every member of the Order yelling it at once. Dumbledore. Snape. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Lupin. Harry, Ron, and Hermione. And a few others. It would later be discovered that the power was essencially too much. All the anger and revenge set into the two words by more than one person. Green light filled the room. Voldemrot didn't scream. A hissing, burning like sound escaped from his lips, though through the light no one could see it. Voldemrot's body fell to the ground. It seemed to radiate green light. The moment the body hit the ground, Ron was darting back to the hall to Draco. But the rest remained to watch the body do more than die. It dissentigrated before their eyes, going from corpse, to a rotting one, and finally bones.
A look of disgust on his face, Harry stepped up to the skeletan, raised his foot, and stomped on the skull.
"And what, do tell, was the point in that?" Snape asked when Harry turned around. Harry merely smiled and Snape sent his eyes skywards.
"Best we start preparing for the Aurors to show up." Lupin announced.
___________...
Draco opened his eyes to blinding white light and he breifly wodnered if Hell was trying to trick him into believing he was in Heaven. But then, he wouldn't feel like he'd been ran over by a herd of hippogriffs. Groaning, he clamped his eyes shut against the protruding light.
"Draco!" Someone practically screemed in his ear.
"Shut up." Draco grumbled, trying to go back to sleep.
"I think it's best you wake up, dear, you need your medicine." Another voice told him. Heaving a sigh, Draco re-opened his eyes to see Madame Pomfrey and Ron leaning over him. He glanced tot he right to see Harry and Hermione watching him.
"Oh, Merlin, I really am in Hell." He whined. Ron grinned.
"Nope, your alive." He announced. Draco stared up at him a moment, before his lips twitched into a small smile.
"What happened?" Draco asked as Pomfrey thrusted a sour looking potion into his hand.
"Your not going to believe it." Ron simply told him.
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holy st. catherine, that was the alst chapter... well, there WILL be a epilogue, but this was the last chapter-chapter. *sniff* my baby! *huggles story* sorry, i get a little emotional when it comes to things like this. my story's all grown up and begin read!!! *wails and is comforted by Muse Charlie, who doesn't look very happy* oh, sorry Charlie, i know... i dind't put in you the voldie-killing scene. my bad. *sheepish grin*