Since you guys fell in love with Draco and think he doesn't deserve such a
cruel fate, and because you think Ron became a very nasty character, here's
the 8th chapter! =P I must warn you, if Ron was quite a bad guy until now,
he's really OOC now! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! Don't forget to
R/R!
Chapter 8 - The Truth
"Oh no, I'll be late!", thought Hermione while heading hurriedly to her Transfigurations class. Fortunately she arrived near the classroom.
"Hey, Hermione, why are you so hurried?" It was Seamus Finnigan, a fellow Gryffindor.
"Well, you should be, too! We're late to the Transfigurations class!"
"Not at all! Professor McGonagall dismissed us: she wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore. See you later!"
"Oh, well! No harm done!", thought Hermione. She wanted to get back to the Gryffindor tower, but suddenly she felt a great curiosity. She had to listen to the discussion of the two professors. "Wrong, wrong, Hermione! Bad girl! You shall leave NOW!" But even with these in mind, she couldn't help, but listen. She got near the door.
"Albus, you are not serious, are you?"
"Unfortunately I am, dear Minerva ... I promised I would take his secret with me in my grave, but, as you see, I could not keep my promise..."
"But this is terrible! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the father of poor Draco!"
"Yes... He left his only heir in charge of one of his Death Eaters, probably hoping that he would never find out the truth. But he did..."
"And now, he's ... dead?"
"Oh, no, not dead, though it seemed, at first, that he would cease to live. I took him to the only place where he could survive: the Isle of Eternity."
"But, Albus..."
"Yes, yes, I know... Once he got there, he can never return... But I doubt he wants to..."
"Oh, no!", thought Hermione, terrified. "And I thought... Sweet Merlin! What shall I do now?"
Once back in the Gryffindor Common Room, the girl ran directly to her boyfriend, Ron Wealey. She told him everything she heard.
"Ron, what shall we do now?"
"What do you mean, 'what shall we do'?"
"Well, we have to do something about that, don't we?"
"Of course not! Malfoy's much better off where he is now! Dumbledore should've let him die!"
"WHAT?!"
"Well, yeah, he's the heir of Slytherin and all, right?"
"So what?"
"So he's probably worse than You-Know-Who, especially now that he found out he's his son!"
"He's not like Voldemort!!!"
"What, are you taking his part, or something?"
"Of course I am! And I think the Sorting Hat was much wrong! You should've been sorted in Slytherin, and Draco here, in Gryffindor! Maybe he was right, back in the first year, about 'the wrong sort'!"
"VERY WELL, THEN! IF THIS IS WHAT YOU THINK, THEN I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU, TOO!"
"FINE!" And with this last word, Hermione ran out of the Common Room, slamming the door behind her in the horrified looks of a pack of second years.
Chapter 8 - The Truth
"Oh no, I'll be late!", thought Hermione while heading hurriedly to her Transfigurations class. Fortunately she arrived near the classroom.
"Hey, Hermione, why are you so hurried?" It was Seamus Finnigan, a fellow Gryffindor.
"Well, you should be, too! We're late to the Transfigurations class!"
"Not at all! Professor McGonagall dismissed us: she wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore. See you later!"
"Oh, well! No harm done!", thought Hermione. She wanted to get back to the Gryffindor tower, but suddenly she felt a great curiosity. She had to listen to the discussion of the two professors. "Wrong, wrong, Hermione! Bad girl! You shall leave NOW!" But even with these in mind, she couldn't help, but listen. She got near the door.
"Albus, you are not serious, are you?"
"Unfortunately I am, dear Minerva ... I promised I would take his secret with me in my grave, but, as you see, I could not keep my promise..."
"But this is terrible! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the father of poor Draco!"
"Yes... He left his only heir in charge of one of his Death Eaters, probably hoping that he would never find out the truth. But he did..."
"And now, he's ... dead?"
"Oh, no, not dead, though it seemed, at first, that he would cease to live. I took him to the only place where he could survive: the Isle of Eternity."
"But, Albus..."
"Yes, yes, I know... Once he got there, he can never return... But I doubt he wants to..."
"Oh, no!", thought Hermione, terrified. "And I thought... Sweet Merlin! What shall I do now?"
Once back in the Gryffindor Common Room, the girl ran directly to her boyfriend, Ron Wealey. She told him everything she heard.
"Ron, what shall we do now?"
"What do you mean, 'what shall we do'?"
"Well, we have to do something about that, don't we?"
"Of course not! Malfoy's much better off where he is now! Dumbledore should've let him die!"
"WHAT?!"
"Well, yeah, he's the heir of Slytherin and all, right?"
"So what?"
"So he's probably worse than You-Know-Who, especially now that he found out he's his son!"
"He's not like Voldemort!!!"
"What, are you taking his part, or something?"
"Of course I am! And I think the Sorting Hat was much wrong! You should've been sorted in Slytherin, and Draco here, in Gryffindor! Maybe he was right, back in the first year, about 'the wrong sort'!"
"VERY WELL, THEN! IF THIS IS WHAT YOU THINK, THEN I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU, TOO!"
"FINE!" And with this last word, Hermione ran out of the Common Room, slamming the door behind her in the horrified looks of a pack of second years.
