Author's Note: Sorry! I know this took forever to get, but life happens,
right? Hope you don't hate me. I started another fic, called 'In evil' I'm
not sure where it is going, but hopefully it will be better than this one.
I'm also working on two others, one is set-up in vignettes and the other is
a story. Not sure when I'll get these up, but they'll ten times better than
all my others. This part is nearing the end, I'm thinking. Just a few more
chapters then I'll work on the second part, which'll be called 'The War'.
You can guess what it's centered on. Enjoy!
Rating: PG-13
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"My Lord, We're nearly ready. We await your command."
"Good. Yes, very good. How was the break-in at Azkaban? It went according to my plan, I assume?" Voldemort turned his gaze upon the death eater before him. His name was Avery, who apparated out of the ministry with him, thus avoiding prison, a wise choice, one of his few.
"Lucius and the others should be apparating here as we speak, My Lord" The death eater replied. Voldemort nodded and waved his hand in dismissal.
"You may go. Send in wormtail." Avery bowed and silently left Voldemort to his own devices and thoughts. A small 'pop' was distinguishable outside the door, followed by voices. The door opened to reveal wormtail and Lucius on it's threshold. He beckoned them in and they bowed low.
"M-my Lord, you sent for me?" Wormtail sputtered out, his beady eyes fearing to leave the inscrutable gaze of his master.
"Yes I did call for you. I want you to prepare a meeting with my death eaters in two days time. We are going to war. You are now dismissed." He scurried out after a hurried bow, muttering to himself. "Now Lucius, it relieves me greatly to see you here. I trust you are fully ready to proceed with our plan?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"But let's not dwell on that, I want to discuss your son. I question his loyalty to our side, I have a feeling he will be vital before we see the end to this war. We must get him to pledge himself to me soon. Before Dumbledore has a chance to convince him otherwise." Lucius, for a fleeting moment, was shocked. His son was against the Dark Lord. His own flesh and blood was against the greatest sorcerer since Salazar Slytherin. He was betrayed in the worst sense. Anger coursed his veins, it was time to show Draco what he was fully capable of. No one crosses a Malfoy and gets away with it. Not even another Malfoy.
"Don't worry, Master. I shall take care of him. He will receive his mark as planned, I assure you." Voldemort smiled,
"Good, good. I knew I could count on you. I leave you to deal with him in any way you deem appropriate. I have a war to start." Lucius bowed low and with a swish of his cloak, stormed out of the Dark Lord's study.
Draco groggily left the comfort of his bed after being rudely awakened by an owl at the window. Careful not to wake Hermione, he took the letter and opened it. It was from father.
Draco,
I bet you're shocked. I told you the Dark Lord would get me out of
Azkaban. He always makes good his promises. Yet I have heard some
things that disturb me greatly. That you are having doubts on where
your loyalties lie. They lie with the Dark Lord. Let me remind you of
all he has done for you and us all. You are a Malfoy, never forget
that. You are above all the mediocre children at that school. If it
was up to me, you would be at Durmstrang, where nothing could make you
rethink your loyalties. But to appease your mother, you are there at
that second-rate sad excuse for a school. With mudbloods no less.
Don't forget all that I have taught you. You'll receive your mark
during the Christmas break as planned. Don't forget and remember, you
are a Malfoy.
Your Father,
Lucius Malfoy
In his fury, Draco ripped up the letter and threw the pieces into his fireplace. A wave of anger and confusion swept over him. He didn't know what to do, grabbing a quill and parchment, he quickly wrote a letter, tied it onto the owls leg and sent it off.
Hermione woke to see him in an armchair next to the fireplace, legs pulled up into him, head resting in his hands, his hair obscuring his face from view. He looked so venerable.
"Draco?" She said timidly. He stirred and looked up at her.
"You're awake." She smiled and wrapped the silk sheet around her naked figure.
"What's wrong?"
"My father sent me a letter. He wants me to receive my mark during Christmas. What a thoughtful gift, eh?"
"But he's in Azkaban. How could he possibly-"A vision appeared in her mind. Death Eaters swarming Azkaban's fortress. Prisoners rushing out like wild. Dementor's frantic. "Oh my God. We have to tell Dumbledore. Draco, You-Know-Who could be on his way here right now!" Hermione jumped out of the bed and threw on her scattered clothes, Draco just sat there, and amused expression on his pale face. After a few minutes of letting her rush and worry, he went over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Draco, what are you..." He cut her off with a soft kiss.
"Shhh...He knows. He was notified about the break-in as soon as it happened. I owled him right after I read my letter. Just calm down. Everything's going to be ok. We're to wait here until he tells us otherwise." Hermione tried to argue, but once again, he stopped her mouth with a kiss.
"At last I've found an effective way to shut you up." He smirked at her.
"Likewise, Malfoy, likewise." He looked shocked for a moment, then smiled as she kissed him. Draco intensified the kiss and his hands began to wonder her body, while her hands ran through his hair. Neither one of them noticed the door open.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting something." They sprang away from each other like lightning and began fixing their appearances. Hermione looked up at the intruder. It was Sirius. She looked horrified. "It's not what it..." Sirius held up his hand, a wicked grin on his face.
"It's ok. I need no explanation, trust me. I won't tell. But next time, go behind the portrait. It's cozier and a lot more private. Won't have things like this happen." Once again, he laughed at he horrified expression, "I wasn't best-friends with the Head Boy for no reason. But we're getting off topic. I was sent to tell you to come to the Headmasters office." They grinned sheepishly and made to get ready.
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"My Lord, We're nearly ready. We await your command."
"Good. Yes, very good. How was the break-in at Azkaban? It went according to my plan, I assume?" Voldemort turned his gaze upon the death eater before him. His name was Avery, who apparated out of the ministry with him, thus avoiding prison, a wise choice, one of his few.
"Lucius and the others should be apparating here as we speak, My Lord" The death eater replied. Voldemort nodded and waved his hand in dismissal.
"You may go. Send in wormtail." Avery bowed and silently left Voldemort to his own devices and thoughts. A small 'pop' was distinguishable outside the door, followed by voices. The door opened to reveal wormtail and Lucius on it's threshold. He beckoned them in and they bowed low.
"M-my Lord, you sent for me?" Wormtail sputtered out, his beady eyes fearing to leave the inscrutable gaze of his master.
"Yes I did call for you. I want you to prepare a meeting with my death eaters in two days time. We are going to war. You are now dismissed." He scurried out after a hurried bow, muttering to himself. "Now Lucius, it relieves me greatly to see you here. I trust you are fully ready to proceed with our plan?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"But let's not dwell on that, I want to discuss your son. I question his loyalty to our side, I have a feeling he will be vital before we see the end to this war. We must get him to pledge himself to me soon. Before Dumbledore has a chance to convince him otherwise." Lucius, for a fleeting moment, was shocked. His son was against the Dark Lord. His own flesh and blood was against the greatest sorcerer since Salazar Slytherin. He was betrayed in the worst sense. Anger coursed his veins, it was time to show Draco what he was fully capable of. No one crosses a Malfoy and gets away with it. Not even another Malfoy.
"Don't worry, Master. I shall take care of him. He will receive his mark as planned, I assure you." Voldemort smiled,
"Good, good. I knew I could count on you. I leave you to deal with him in any way you deem appropriate. I have a war to start." Lucius bowed low and with a swish of his cloak, stormed out of the Dark Lord's study.
Draco groggily left the comfort of his bed after being rudely awakened by an owl at the window. Careful not to wake Hermione, he took the letter and opened it. It was from father.
Draco,
I bet you're shocked. I told you the Dark Lord would get me out of
Azkaban. He always makes good his promises. Yet I have heard some
things that disturb me greatly. That you are having doubts on where
your loyalties lie. They lie with the Dark Lord. Let me remind you of
all he has done for you and us all. You are a Malfoy, never forget
that. You are above all the mediocre children at that school. If it
was up to me, you would be at Durmstrang, where nothing could make you
rethink your loyalties. But to appease your mother, you are there at
that second-rate sad excuse for a school. With mudbloods no less.
Don't forget all that I have taught you. You'll receive your mark
during the Christmas break as planned. Don't forget and remember, you
are a Malfoy.
Your Father,
Lucius Malfoy
In his fury, Draco ripped up the letter and threw the pieces into his fireplace. A wave of anger and confusion swept over him. He didn't know what to do, grabbing a quill and parchment, he quickly wrote a letter, tied it onto the owls leg and sent it off.
Hermione woke to see him in an armchair next to the fireplace, legs pulled up into him, head resting in his hands, his hair obscuring his face from view. He looked so venerable.
"Draco?" She said timidly. He stirred and looked up at her.
"You're awake." She smiled and wrapped the silk sheet around her naked figure.
"What's wrong?"
"My father sent me a letter. He wants me to receive my mark during Christmas. What a thoughtful gift, eh?"
"But he's in Azkaban. How could he possibly-"A vision appeared in her mind. Death Eaters swarming Azkaban's fortress. Prisoners rushing out like wild. Dementor's frantic. "Oh my God. We have to tell Dumbledore. Draco, You-Know-Who could be on his way here right now!" Hermione jumped out of the bed and threw on her scattered clothes, Draco just sat there, and amused expression on his pale face. After a few minutes of letting her rush and worry, he went over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Draco, what are you..." He cut her off with a soft kiss.
"Shhh...He knows. He was notified about the break-in as soon as it happened. I owled him right after I read my letter. Just calm down. Everything's going to be ok. We're to wait here until he tells us otherwise." Hermione tried to argue, but once again, he stopped her mouth with a kiss.
"At last I've found an effective way to shut you up." He smirked at her.
"Likewise, Malfoy, likewise." He looked shocked for a moment, then smiled as she kissed him. Draco intensified the kiss and his hands began to wonder her body, while her hands ran through his hair. Neither one of them noticed the door open.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting something." They sprang away from each other like lightning and began fixing their appearances. Hermione looked up at the intruder. It was Sirius. She looked horrified. "It's not what it..." Sirius held up his hand, a wicked grin on his face.
"It's ok. I need no explanation, trust me. I won't tell. But next time, go behind the portrait. It's cozier and a lot more private. Won't have things like this happen." Once again, he laughed at he horrified expression, "I wasn't best-friends with the Head Boy for no reason. But we're getting off topic. I was sent to tell you to come to the Headmasters office." They grinned sheepishly and made to get ready.