Title: The Bermuda Triangle
Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?
Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…
Author: Silver Sparklze
Started: 7th September 2003
Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!
Author's Notes: Words written in bold will be translated at the end of the chapter. In other news, strangeness and my own personal language ahead.
Narcissa led Jillian down the halls of Malfoy Manor, finally reaching a beautiful room, all done in rose pink and silver. She gestured for Jillian to sit down on a pink and silver brocade covered chair, and Jillian did so, staring stubbornly out of the pink-velvet curtained window, mindful of Narcissa's eyes on her.
"Who are you really?" Narcissa asked softly, her voice sad. Jillian looked at her in shock.
"Excuse me? You know who I am." She said, wondering at Narcissa's sanity, especially considering how she'd spoken about Voldemort.
"I know who your parents are, and I know your name, but I do not know you." Narcissa sighed, "It came as a great shock to me when Draco told me of you, and of his relationship with Miss Granger." Surprise kept Jillian silent. "Yes, 'twas your father who told me about you, just now, in fact. He needed my help to save you, since he can't jeopardise his position as a spy."
Resentment flooded Jillian's body. Of course, work came first, even for her father. "No, child, don't think that." Narcissa reproved, and Jillian was surprised. "Silly girl, you're so easy to read. Like your mother." She paused. "You look like her, you know. I only saw her once, when she was 14, at the Quidditch World Cup.
"I didn't really want to go, but Lucius insisted. I know why now, but not at the time. Lucius keeps me in the dark as much as possible. My displeasure showed on my face, then. I've learnt not to show my emotions, you stay alive longer." She laughed bitterly. "I always imagined that Draco and I were close. Obviously not close enough. Mind you, I suppose that was my fault as well as his. I kept myself aloof, although I love him dearly. It is my way. Has been ever since my favourite cousin, Sirius supposedly betrayed the Potters."
She laughed again, "You wouldn't think that I'd care, would you? But I did. Not for the Potters' sake, no, but for Harry's sake. He was only young, and Voldemort wanted to kill him. With a child of my own, I knew how wrong he was. That was when I saw the light. I knew then that he'd kill my Draco as soon as look at him.
"But Draco didn't know that was how I felt. He assumed that I was as into the Dark side as Lucius, so I guess he didn't tell me he was a spy for that reason. But he never doubted my love for him, or my love for any children his lover might bear, so he knew he could trust me to stop Lucius from harming you."
Narcissa smiled a rather teary smile. "I am so glad to meet you. But that does not answer the question of who you really are. And when I ask that, I mean, what are you like. You have a mixture of your mother, and my son, but there is something about you that is wholly your own, a sort of…" She searched for the word…"Air of contradictions. I shall take great pleasure in learning all about you. Would you grant me that?"
"What are you?" Jillian asked before she could help herself. "There's something… inhuman about you."
"Yes, that is actually a rather common statement. You see; I'm part Siren." Shocked silence greeted this news.
"Wh-what?!" Jillian stammered.
"You heard me." Narcissa said, seemingly unperturbed. "Why do you think Lucius wanted to marry me so bad? I'm part Dark-Creature. Makes sense that I'd throw to my mother. You see, I'm Sirius Black's cousin – we were very close 'til I married Lucius – and my dad is his dad's brother. But I'm more like my father, for all I look like Mum. See, almost all the Blacks have dark hair, the only reason why I don't being my Siren-genes."
"Ok…so you can sing real nice?" Jillian asked.
"Like an angel." Narcissa confirmed.
"And you like to kill sailors?"
"They are rather vexing." Narcissa allowed.
"And eat them?"
"God, no!" She shuddered.
"What about being really vain?" Jillian ventured timidly.
"'Course. Where do you think Draco gets it from? Certainly not from his father." Narcissa shuddered. "He wouldn't know fashionable if it bit him on the bum." Jillian smiled slightly, then hissed in pain. "Gracious! How rude I am! We'll talk more later, darling, you need food, a bath, and healing sleep." She ignored Jillian's protests, rang for a house-elf, and Jillian was led away.
***
"Where is she? Caution be damned, I will see her, you thrice-damned Siren!" A frantic voice shrieked. Jillian opened her eyes lazily and stared at the rose-pink velvet canopy. It seemed Narcissa liked pink. Jillian rolled over lazily, contentment settling over her, which surprised her. Her wounds had been seen to, she was well fed, clean, and she no longer felt that prickly sensation that had plagued her since that first Crucio.
She frowned. Damn. It was back. And someone was coming. She knew it. No, more than one. Three people, and a house-elf. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and her mother, father, grandmother, and the house-elf…Tilly…came in.
"Jillian!" Mum hurried over to the bed and took her hand, "Are you ok?!" Jillian carefully removed her hand from her mother's grip, and hugged her tightly, burying her face in her mother's gold and brown hair. She began to sob, and Mum stroked her hair gently, murmuring soothing words of comfort.
"Aw, honey," Narcissa cooed, hurrying over and climbing onto the bed so she could hug Jillian's back. "Don't cry. You're safe now." Then she turned to Mum and began to talk softly in a language that Jillian had never heard before. "Ang shoán liđe iņst¸ Draco űn Jillian shoán spurč."
"Ÿeą," Mum replied, "'Tas difincul fŗ watan, thûh." Jillian watched in confusion, as both her mum and Narcissa left the room. She turned to Draco, who looked a bit uncomfortable.
"What happened?" She asked.
"You mum and Narcissa decided we needed some time alone." Draco shifted in his seat.
"Oh. Ok. Well, sit." Jillian proposed shifting a bit so Draco could sit on the bed too. Draco got off the chair, and, rather awkwardly, perched on the edge.
"Jillian, I can understand that you might hate me," He began, but stopped when he saw Jillian's expression. She looked genuinely confused, her head tipped to one side like a bird's.
"Why would I hate you?" Jillian said, frowning, "I mean, I don't like your behaviour much, but I could never hate you. Mum loves you, and that's good enough for me." Draco blinked in astonishment.
"What on earth are you doing in Slytherin?" He asked. "You're a bloody Gryffindor!"
"Oh," Jillian's eyes twinkled, "I think the Hat may have been scared by my description of the Houses. Besides, I've changed since the beginning of the year. We all have. Mum included."
"True," Draco allowed. "Jillian, I know you'll probably never ever agree to this, since Lucius treated you so badly, and, in a way, I don't want you to, as I'm afraid I may be as bad a father as Lucius, but…" He paused, "Would you ever consider calling me 'dad'?"
Jillian thought for a moment.
"Well, I dunno. Lemme try it out." Her brown eyes twinkled. "Hey, Dad. You're a bit late to be my knight in shining Potions robes. Perhaps I should buy you a watch?" Draco grinned.
"I like the sound of that."
"Me too," Jillian lay back down, feeling sleepy again. "'Night, Dad." She felt her father ruffle her hair.
"Good night Jillian."
More Author's Notes: Wow, that was a really fluffy chapter. Thanks to these reviewers;
Germelientje: thanks, I'm glad you like it.
Gnatgirl: thanks. Sure, I'll try to update soon, it depends on how fast I can write the new chapters of Welcome to Reality, The Bermuda Triangle, and Hey, Where Are The Kangaroos?. It also depends on how fast my betas get them back to me.
Lgobgirlie15: yeah, I rather like the change myself ^.^ . Don't worry, we'll be seeing plenty more of Dominating!Narcissa. Not so sure about any more Whipped!Lucy, though. :-)
DesireeMalfoy: that's ok. Damn, evil keyboard. It's all a conspiracy against you, you know. Just thought I should tell you.
Insanity-is-my-life: er…it certainly seems to be your life…and you're welcome. Here's some more.
Skittles713: glad you liked it. Yes, that particular scene is definitely my favourite.
Relena333: thanks. That's really nice.
*Sigh.* As much as I hate to say it, there's probably only one chapter left now. I've enjoyed writing this, really I have.
Narcissa: Oh you have, have you?
Hermione: You've enjoyed pairing me up with my worst enemy, giving us a child, and then torturing that child and both Malfoy and I?
Malfoy: *Eating popcorn* What do you mudbloods call this again?
Hermione: Popcorn, idiot. And don't call me a mudblood or I'll rip your intestines out and use them as guitar strings.
Draco: Ooh, feisty bitch aren't you.
*Hermione slaps Draco. Everyone else winces.*
Jillian: Mum, leave Dad alone. Dad, quite annoying Mum or I'll make you listen to 'The Song That Never Ends' again.
Draco: Noooooooooo!!!
Me: *Ahem.* And that's all from us folks. Enjoy the ride home, and remember, don't worry about the world ending today...It's already tomorrow in Australia. Unless you're in Australia...*wanders away, chewing on her bottom lip and making a mental list of the pros and cons of leaving Australia in favor of Germany…or perhaps France…*
Ang shoán liđe iņst¸ Draco űn Jillian shoán spurč: We should leave now, Draco and Jillian should talk.
Ÿeą: Ok/Yes
'Tas difincul fŗ watan, thûh: It's hard for me/myself/I, though.