I Love to See You Cry ~hotsleekeyz~
Chapter 15 Behind Closed Doors
"Are you ready for what is to happen next? The initiation will start now my Son. . . Welcome to our world!"
The clap of thunder competed with Lucius' mighty voice. His arms were crossed above his chest while eyeing Draco in excruciating pain.
"I don't know how you were able to talk me into this, you filthy bastard!", Draco shouted in utmost disgust.
"Want me to refresh your poor memory? Well, you indirectly agreed to undergo this because you loved that filthy little mudblood too much. I could hardly fathom how someone, of Malfoy descent, would be in love with that sort. You gave nothing but disgrace to our family. . . and you shall not add filth to it anymore. Tonight shall change everything . . . tonight, you will be officially hailed as Lord Drache Mal Foi!"
Another lightning flashed through the room, illuminating Draco's face profusely sweating. . . wincing in pain of his many lashes. His moans were getting longer, and more distinct of agony. Death Eaters started chanting again---what seemed to be the Devil's words to Draco. His eyes are now opened wide expecting the worst to come. The woman in black was now bathing him in essential oils---rubbing her cold hands onto Draco's feverish skin. One Death Eater held some sort of plants with odd-looking flowers that were beaten onto his bare chest, down to his feet. Draco wasn't reacting anymore. He seemed numb to what the creatures has been doing to him. He was as if an idol of Darkness.
"If you will, my Lord, you can now put the Death Mark on him", Lucius said, as if Draco wasn't ever related to him.
"Ah yes. . .", Voldemort replied with an evil grin on his bony face.
"Severus, could you now Apparate to Hogwartsand get Ms. Granger. . . the mudblood shall be here to witness this---to see how her lover suffers in his devotion for her. . . and she shall be slave to us soon after", Lucius mouthed while eyeing Draco of his reaction.
"NO! Stop! You can't take her!", Draco shouted.
He quickly assumed a sitting position, pushing everyone beside him out of the way. His weak body ran back and forth draggingly, with both everyone beside him out the way. He was looking at the Death Eaters. He was looking for Snape. If Snape gets Hermione, it would be his end. . . and hers.
Four Death Eaters ran to him, holding him tight. They led him back to the table where they tied him to. Draco tried to get out but he couldn't. his sleeping mind was fully awake already.
"Snape! If you dare come near Hermione, swear, you will be the first to die of my hands!"
"Severus, don't mind the kid. You go and leave now. Draco might get the chance to strangle you to death before you could Disapparate. . . Hahahahaha."
Lucius laughed uproariously seeing no chance for Draco to escape. Snape went out of the room hurriedly, in fear that Draco meant his words well. The chants went louder and louder. . . only Draco heard a dog howl from outside. Everyone else were busy in thought of the initiation.
"Sirius!", Draco yelled , trying to get out of the chains tied to him.
'What did you say? Sirius? He's out hiding son. . . hahahaha! You must be hallucinating. Black couldn't get any near this place", Lucius spoke in a matter-of-fact voice.
"You don't know your 'colleagues' that much then, Lucius. Stephen Bridges is Sirius Black! I reckon you were smarter than that!", Draco spat, quite forgotten the line between an ass and a father.
"Crabbe! Go out and check what happened outside", Lucius ordered.
Crabbe, one of Dracos's cronies went out the room, only to pant running inside.
"Lucius! Snape. . . he' dead!"
"You and your men, go and search for Black! That moron! He can't be that far. Now go! He shall pay for losing us one of our most faithful friends!"
Lucius buried his face into his hands and suddenly taking his hands off, showing a ruthless, violent aura that was ready to explode.
'Fine. With or without the Mudblood, let us proceed", Lucius mouthed in a more serious tone. Voldemort drew himself closer to the table, glaring at Draco's blood-filled body. He held draco's wrist and clenched it fiercely, burying his long, black nails. He took his wand out, pointing it at Dracos' arm. . . and there it was. . . the Death Mark was perfectly situated on Draco's toned arm.
Draco Malfoy was now a Death Eater. . . and the new Dark Lord. . .
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Sirius had just transformed back to human form after suffering with the Cruciatus curse Snape did to him. Being a large, fierce beast, he was still able to dangerously bite through Snape's flesh and cut him with his sharp claws. Stephen told Dumbledore to keep an eye on Hermione and he fled off. In Stephen's tattered form, the wolves could feast on him if they found him alone through Hgwart's grounds.
"Ms. Granger, you stay here with Harry. Death Eaters could come up any moment now. I reckon Stephen should have stayed here. Clearly, he was nearly dead", Dumbledore claimed as he Apparated to every professor's office.
"Harry, I have to go to Draco! He needs me now more than ever. . . Harry!. . .", Hermione bawled on Harry's shoulders.
"Come now, Hermione, you can't go anywhere near Voldemort. If you go, they will take you and make you slave. . . and Draco would not want that to happen, now would he?"
Harry tightened his arms around Hermione to assure her it was better that she was in Hogwarts than in any other place. Only Hermoine's cry could be heard in Dumbeldore's office.
"Harry, what if they kill him? What if he goes mad after the ceremony tonight? I don't know what to do! I should have gone with him there!"
Ron and Ginny came dashing inside the office to where Harry and Hermione stood.
"Mione, are you alright? Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright", Ron said as he rested a hand over Hermione's trembling shoulder.
"Mione, Draco will be fine", Ginny seconded, patting Hermione on her back.
'I don't know what I will do if something terrible happens to him. . . I will not forgive myself!", Hermione yelled fighting her tears back.
Dumbledore appeared with the other teachers and called on Harry, Ron, and Ginny to come near. Hermione sat by Dumbledore's desk while they talked seriously on the situation. Everyone was given task as to what to do in case they shall encounter Death Eaters around. When Harry turned his head to where Hermione sat. . .
"Mione?. . . Professor! Hermione's gone!"
Harry stood shocked as he turned his head back to the Headmaster.
"Just as I expected. . . Harry, I'm afraid she has gone to go to Draco. . ."
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Hermione traveled long and cold for three hours on Draco's horse, Claude. It seemed too short a time to reach the Malfoy manor. What she didn't know was that the Three Dar Witches enchanted the path she took for it to become shorter.
Hermione went off the horse and patted his back. She gestured for Claude to hide. When she was sure no one was around, she got the Invisibility Cloak she took from Harry's trunk when she escaped from Dumbledore's office.
Hermone trailed her way to the back door of the manor and saw he door open with huge paw prints on the floor. Someone must have known she was coming. Whether or not that someone was helping her, she thanked him just the same.
Footsteps were coming close and saw Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, and Mr. Parkinson talking among themselves. Hermione followed them from a distance, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"We must hurry now. Lord Drache Mal Foi must be feeling very weak and tired. We still have to make sure his bed is cozy. Hahahahahahah!", Mr. Parkinson teased the other two as they two laughed at his statement.
Hermione gasped, that she had to cover her mouth from making any more noise. She followed them and saw petalsof roses scattered on the floor.
Hermione started to feel dizzy. Her head seemed to be pounded with hammer repeatedly. But still, she kept track and finally reached Draco's room. Mr. Crabbe opened the door to witness a very huge room. They entered noticing a framed portrait by the foot of Draco's bed.
"That's odd. I didn't know a plain gray canvass is a work of art to the new Dark Lord's eyes", Mr. Goyle mouthed.
Hermione entered with them and stayed put by one corner so that there would be no chance for them to suddenly trip on her.
The three of them lighted candles around and changed the bed sheets to ruby with pillows made out of gold silk. When they were done, they exited laughing victoriously over the initiation Draco went through.
Hermione stood there rigid, realizing she was putting Draco's life in danger if ever Lucius found out she was there.
In matter of seconds, the door swung open with the house elves levitating Draco's unconscious form in the air towards his bed. He was laid carefully to the sheets. Hermione didn't know whether she should run to him or stay put. Her chin trembled slightly as she witnessed traces of blood all over his body.
//Is he sleeping?. . . or is he---dead?. . .//
Hermione tried to hold her tears back. She didn't want any suspicion to arise if the elves heard a sound from her.
When the house elves went out, she took the Invisibility Cloak off without hesitation and ran to Draco. She shook him hard while crying like a child.
"Draco! Wake up!"
Draco instantly opened his eyes in shock of hearing Hermione's voice. He tried to sit up, only to be pushed back by Hermione.
"What are you doing here? You don't know what danger you're getting yourself into. I told you, I'M FINE! I already spared you from my father's hands and now you'll come here as if me bargaining for your life is not enough! How ungrateful of you Mudblood. . .", Draco loathed at her sight. He even glared at her dangerously.
Hermione stood greatly shocked. How could Draco shout at her like that? She already risked entering the manor and now that she's inside, Draco's pushing her away.
"Draco, I love you. I don't care if I get killed tonight. If this is the only way to get you out of the curse---for you not to take innocent lives, then so be it. I'll never think twice of saving you from the cursed life you'll live"
"Whether or not you love me, you shouldn't have come. And don't call me Draco, you bitch. I'm Lord Drache Mal Foi, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, and I expect you to call me by that name.
Hermione, still rigid, cried louder as she looked away, seemingly terribly hurt with what Draco was saying. When she looked back at him, he was unconscious again. Very confused she was, Hermione fell to her knees, resting her back against the side of the bed.
Minutes passed and almost tired asleep, Hermione saw roses floating in midair, shimmering in gold dusts. . .
Then a voice brokein. . .
"Hermione, please stay. . ."
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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phew! That was quite a length, considering I typed 8chapters for different fics today. . . god, my eyes are tired and my arms are strained. . . my fingers? Nah, they would be like zombies if I continue abusing them like this. I BEG YOU TO REVIEW!
So, yeah, I wish you still happen to trace the beginning of the story---how it started, the curse, their struggle, the individual characters' struggle with friendship and love. It's really hard to remember the many infos I included here aside from those that were already given from the Harry Potter books that the original author J.K Rowling wrote (ha. . . how I wish I thought about this whole plot before Rowling did. If I did, then maybe I would be richer than the Queen of England, just as Rowling is right now. Oh well)
Points to take note of: *the presence of the portrait in Draco's house---it should be back in Hogwarts. He's just in the Manor for Christmas vacation, remember? It just shows that the Three Witches were controlling the whole place. . . that the reason why the portrait was plain gray (without the lady), is because Hermione, the lady in the portrait, was IN the house (so, maybe, it would seem odd if Hermione would meet Hermione on the portrait, right?)
*Hermione got dizzy just as she walked through the corridor to Draco's room where rose petals were scattered everywhere---the curse, or rather, the prophecy was 'going back in time' that the omen of roses were a premonition for her to meet the 'Draco' in the prophecy who was unkind to her, causing her to suffer inside the dream that Harry and Draco dreamt about once before.
*Sirius Black as Stephen Bridges---keep in mind that this fic is not OOTP based since I finished this on the day of my birthday, which is on the 13th of May. To those who haven't read the 5th book, I will not spill on any fact with regards to what will happen. So, let's keep it to that. . . in THIS fic, since Sirius was into hiding after Harry helped him escape in "The Prisoner of Azkaban", he entered as a student, in a body with the same age that Harry was. He wanted to look after Harry and so he risked being a student in Slytherin, and a Death Eater at Voldemort's command. What will happen to him? Just read on to the 16th chapter and you'll find out.
*Snape's death---oh yes, he's dead. I don't really think he is essential to the story. I mean, making potions wouldn't be vital to what will happen next, not unless Draco and Hermione would want to take another potion. . . oh please! The horror of the thought! Even I got sick of such plot already, considering the fact that the first eight chapters I wrote were done way in February. So, every time I'd go read my handwritten copy, I feel like I want to puke. Drinking the potion to be in love afterwards isn't really possible if you did things right. Oh well, I'm not really against it as I, myself, used such thing to introduce the story.
*Ron showing concern for Hermione---okay, this might be the first time I'll say this, but the Ron in this fic has finally gotten over falling in love with Hermione. A Ron-Hermione love story is a bit weak and lame. All they would do is snap at each other's differences. Ron would get mad over Hermione's cleverness and regard for the rules while Hermione will get pissed off Ron's shallow-mindedness and childishness. Where the hell would their relationship go? I've tried to write something about them but failed a number of times. I'd say I'll leave that to those who can make a good story out of them. Honestly, I can't.
*the roses in the last part and the voice that broke in---it was the Three Witches, once again, controlling their Fates. The voice that broke in was Draco's, seemingly gotten off from his 'evil' trance. What if he awakens his evil side again and hurts Hermione physically without knowing he did it? Read on to the 16th chapter if Hermione would be safe now that Draco has finally recovered his 'natural' senses.
*LAST! Try to decipher what the Three Dark Witches in this ruddy story. Be able to think whether or not they are needed here or we can do without them. Tell me what you think about the mishaps these hags caused.
*OKAY, THIS REALLY IS THE LAST. Since I wasn't able to upload lately, and most probably I've forgotten what notes I should include after the story, I'll tell you this now, before I forget (again). Since this fic is entitled "I Love to See You Cry", who do you think among the characters, as far as the story has gone, will say this line in the last chapter? You could also tell me who you EXPECT to say the line "I Love to See You Cry". At first, when I wasn't done with the story, I fixed myself to have this certain character to say that line. But when the last chapter came, it turned out to be another character who'll say it. Haha! That's how twisted my mind (and the stories I write) gets.
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Chapter 15 Behind Closed Doors
"Are you ready for what is to happen next? The initiation will start now my Son. . . Welcome to our world!"
The clap of thunder competed with Lucius' mighty voice. His arms were crossed above his chest while eyeing Draco in excruciating pain.
"I don't know how you were able to talk me into this, you filthy bastard!", Draco shouted in utmost disgust.
"Want me to refresh your poor memory? Well, you indirectly agreed to undergo this because you loved that filthy little mudblood too much. I could hardly fathom how someone, of Malfoy descent, would be in love with that sort. You gave nothing but disgrace to our family. . . and you shall not add filth to it anymore. Tonight shall change everything . . . tonight, you will be officially hailed as Lord Drache Mal Foi!"
Another lightning flashed through the room, illuminating Draco's face profusely sweating. . . wincing in pain of his many lashes. His moans were getting longer, and more distinct of agony. Death Eaters started chanting again---what seemed to be the Devil's words to Draco. His eyes are now opened wide expecting the worst to come. The woman in black was now bathing him in essential oils---rubbing her cold hands onto Draco's feverish skin. One Death Eater held some sort of plants with odd-looking flowers that were beaten onto his bare chest, down to his feet. Draco wasn't reacting anymore. He seemed numb to what the creatures has been doing to him. He was as if an idol of Darkness.
"If you will, my Lord, you can now put the Death Mark on him", Lucius said, as if Draco wasn't ever related to him.
"Ah yes. . .", Voldemort replied with an evil grin on his bony face.
"Severus, could you now Apparate to Hogwartsand get Ms. Granger. . . the mudblood shall be here to witness this---to see how her lover suffers in his devotion for her. . . and she shall be slave to us soon after", Lucius mouthed while eyeing Draco of his reaction.
"NO! Stop! You can't take her!", Draco shouted.
He quickly assumed a sitting position, pushing everyone beside him out of the way. His weak body ran back and forth draggingly, with both everyone beside him out the way. He was looking at the Death Eaters. He was looking for Snape. If Snape gets Hermione, it would be his end. . . and hers.
Four Death Eaters ran to him, holding him tight. They led him back to the table where they tied him to. Draco tried to get out but he couldn't. his sleeping mind was fully awake already.
"Snape! If you dare come near Hermione, swear, you will be the first to die of my hands!"
"Severus, don't mind the kid. You go and leave now. Draco might get the chance to strangle you to death before you could Disapparate. . . Hahahahaha."
Lucius laughed uproariously seeing no chance for Draco to escape. Snape went out of the room hurriedly, in fear that Draco meant his words well. The chants went louder and louder. . . only Draco heard a dog howl from outside. Everyone else were busy in thought of the initiation.
"Sirius!", Draco yelled , trying to get out of the chains tied to him.
'What did you say? Sirius? He's out hiding son. . . hahahaha! You must be hallucinating. Black couldn't get any near this place", Lucius spoke in a matter-of-fact voice.
"You don't know your 'colleagues' that much then, Lucius. Stephen Bridges is Sirius Black! I reckon you were smarter than that!", Draco spat, quite forgotten the line between an ass and a father.
"Crabbe! Go out and check what happened outside", Lucius ordered.
Crabbe, one of Dracos's cronies went out the room, only to pant running inside.
"Lucius! Snape. . . he' dead!"
"You and your men, go and search for Black! That moron! He can't be that far. Now go! He shall pay for losing us one of our most faithful friends!"
Lucius buried his face into his hands and suddenly taking his hands off, showing a ruthless, violent aura that was ready to explode.
'Fine. With or without the Mudblood, let us proceed", Lucius mouthed in a more serious tone. Voldemort drew himself closer to the table, glaring at Draco's blood-filled body. He held draco's wrist and clenched it fiercely, burying his long, black nails. He took his wand out, pointing it at Dracos' arm. . . and there it was. . . the Death Mark was perfectly situated on Draco's toned arm.
Draco Malfoy was now a Death Eater. . . and the new Dark Lord. . .
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Sirius had just transformed back to human form after suffering with the Cruciatus curse Snape did to him. Being a large, fierce beast, he was still able to dangerously bite through Snape's flesh and cut him with his sharp claws. Stephen told Dumbledore to keep an eye on Hermione and he fled off. In Stephen's tattered form, the wolves could feast on him if they found him alone through Hgwart's grounds.
"Ms. Granger, you stay here with Harry. Death Eaters could come up any moment now. I reckon Stephen should have stayed here. Clearly, he was nearly dead", Dumbledore claimed as he Apparated to every professor's office.
"Harry, I have to go to Draco! He needs me now more than ever. . . Harry!. . .", Hermione bawled on Harry's shoulders.
"Come now, Hermione, you can't go anywhere near Voldemort. If you go, they will take you and make you slave. . . and Draco would not want that to happen, now would he?"
Harry tightened his arms around Hermione to assure her it was better that she was in Hogwarts than in any other place. Only Hermoine's cry could be heard in Dumbeldore's office.
"Harry, what if they kill him? What if he goes mad after the ceremony tonight? I don't know what to do! I should have gone with him there!"
Ron and Ginny came dashing inside the office to where Harry and Hermione stood.
"Mione, are you alright? Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright", Ron said as he rested a hand over Hermione's trembling shoulder.
"Mione, Draco will be fine", Ginny seconded, patting Hermione on her back.
'I don't know what I will do if something terrible happens to him. . . I will not forgive myself!", Hermione yelled fighting her tears back.
Dumbledore appeared with the other teachers and called on Harry, Ron, and Ginny to come near. Hermione sat by Dumbledore's desk while they talked seriously on the situation. Everyone was given task as to what to do in case they shall encounter Death Eaters around. When Harry turned his head to where Hermione sat. . .
"Mione?. . . Professor! Hermione's gone!"
Harry stood shocked as he turned his head back to the Headmaster.
"Just as I expected. . . Harry, I'm afraid she has gone to go to Draco. . ."
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Hermione traveled long and cold for three hours on Draco's horse, Claude. It seemed too short a time to reach the Malfoy manor. What she didn't know was that the Three Dar Witches enchanted the path she took for it to become shorter.
Hermione went off the horse and patted his back. She gestured for Claude to hide. When she was sure no one was around, she got the Invisibility Cloak she took from Harry's trunk when she escaped from Dumbledore's office.
Hermone trailed her way to the back door of the manor and saw he door open with huge paw prints on the floor. Someone must have known she was coming. Whether or not that someone was helping her, she thanked him just the same.
Footsteps were coming close and saw Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, and Mr. Parkinson talking among themselves. Hermione followed them from a distance, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"We must hurry now. Lord Drache Mal Foi must be feeling very weak and tired. We still have to make sure his bed is cozy. Hahahahahahah!", Mr. Parkinson teased the other two as they two laughed at his statement.
Hermione gasped, that she had to cover her mouth from making any more noise. She followed them and saw petalsof roses scattered on the floor.
Hermione started to feel dizzy. Her head seemed to be pounded with hammer repeatedly. But still, she kept track and finally reached Draco's room. Mr. Crabbe opened the door to witness a very huge room. They entered noticing a framed portrait by the foot of Draco's bed.
"That's odd. I didn't know a plain gray canvass is a work of art to the new Dark Lord's eyes", Mr. Goyle mouthed.
Hermione entered with them and stayed put by one corner so that there would be no chance for them to suddenly trip on her.
The three of them lighted candles around and changed the bed sheets to ruby with pillows made out of gold silk. When they were done, they exited laughing victoriously over the initiation Draco went through.
Hermione stood there rigid, realizing she was putting Draco's life in danger if ever Lucius found out she was there.
In matter of seconds, the door swung open with the house elves levitating Draco's unconscious form in the air towards his bed. He was laid carefully to the sheets. Hermione didn't know whether she should run to him or stay put. Her chin trembled slightly as she witnessed traces of blood all over his body.
//Is he sleeping?. . . or is he---dead?. . .//
Hermione tried to hold her tears back. She didn't want any suspicion to arise if the elves heard a sound from her.
When the house elves went out, she took the Invisibility Cloak off without hesitation and ran to Draco. She shook him hard while crying like a child.
"Draco! Wake up!"
Draco instantly opened his eyes in shock of hearing Hermione's voice. He tried to sit up, only to be pushed back by Hermione.
"What are you doing here? You don't know what danger you're getting yourself into. I told you, I'M FINE! I already spared you from my father's hands and now you'll come here as if me bargaining for your life is not enough! How ungrateful of you Mudblood. . .", Draco loathed at her sight. He even glared at her dangerously.
Hermione stood greatly shocked. How could Draco shout at her like that? She already risked entering the manor and now that she's inside, Draco's pushing her away.
"Draco, I love you. I don't care if I get killed tonight. If this is the only way to get you out of the curse---for you not to take innocent lives, then so be it. I'll never think twice of saving you from the cursed life you'll live"
"Whether or not you love me, you shouldn't have come. And don't call me Draco, you bitch. I'm Lord Drache Mal Foi, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, and I expect you to call me by that name.
Hermione, still rigid, cried louder as she looked away, seemingly terribly hurt with what Draco was saying. When she looked back at him, he was unconscious again. Very confused she was, Hermione fell to her knees, resting her back against the side of the bed.
Minutes passed and almost tired asleep, Hermione saw roses floating in midair, shimmering in gold dusts. . .
Then a voice brokein. . .
"Hermione, please stay. . ."
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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phew! That was quite a length, considering I typed 8chapters for different fics today. . . god, my eyes are tired and my arms are strained. . . my fingers? Nah, they would be like zombies if I continue abusing them like this. I BEG YOU TO REVIEW!
So, yeah, I wish you still happen to trace the beginning of the story---how it started, the curse, their struggle, the individual characters' struggle with friendship and love. It's really hard to remember the many infos I included here aside from those that were already given from the Harry Potter books that the original author J.K Rowling wrote (ha. . . how I wish I thought about this whole plot before Rowling did. If I did, then maybe I would be richer than the Queen of England, just as Rowling is right now. Oh well)
Points to take note of: *the presence of the portrait in Draco's house---it should be back in Hogwarts. He's just in the Manor for Christmas vacation, remember? It just shows that the Three Witches were controlling the whole place. . . that the reason why the portrait was plain gray (without the lady), is because Hermione, the lady in the portrait, was IN the house (so, maybe, it would seem odd if Hermione would meet Hermione on the portrait, right?)
*Hermione got dizzy just as she walked through the corridor to Draco's room where rose petals were scattered everywhere---the curse, or rather, the prophecy was 'going back in time' that the omen of roses were a premonition for her to meet the 'Draco' in the prophecy who was unkind to her, causing her to suffer inside the dream that Harry and Draco dreamt about once before.
*Sirius Black as Stephen Bridges---keep in mind that this fic is not OOTP based since I finished this on the day of my birthday, which is on the 13th of May. To those who haven't read the 5th book, I will not spill on any fact with regards to what will happen. So, let's keep it to that. . . in THIS fic, since Sirius was into hiding after Harry helped him escape in "The Prisoner of Azkaban", he entered as a student, in a body with the same age that Harry was. He wanted to look after Harry and so he risked being a student in Slytherin, and a Death Eater at Voldemort's command. What will happen to him? Just read on to the 16th chapter and you'll find out.
*Snape's death---oh yes, he's dead. I don't really think he is essential to the story. I mean, making potions wouldn't be vital to what will happen next, not unless Draco and Hermione would want to take another potion. . . oh please! The horror of the thought! Even I got sick of such plot already, considering the fact that the first eight chapters I wrote were done way in February. So, every time I'd go read my handwritten copy, I feel like I want to puke. Drinking the potion to be in love afterwards isn't really possible if you did things right. Oh well, I'm not really against it as I, myself, used such thing to introduce the story.
*Ron showing concern for Hermione---okay, this might be the first time I'll say this, but the Ron in this fic has finally gotten over falling in love with Hermione. A Ron-Hermione love story is a bit weak and lame. All they would do is snap at each other's differences. Ron would get mad over Hermione's cleverness and regard for the rules while Hermione will get pissed off Ron's shallow-mindedness and childishness. Where the hell would their relationship go? I've tried to write something about them but failed a number of times. I'd say I'll leave that to those who can make a good story out of them. Honestly, I can't.
*the roses in the last part and the voice that broke in---it was the Three Witches, once again, controlling their Fates. The voice that broke in was Draco's, seemingly gotten off from his 'evil' trance. What if he awakens his evil side again and hurts Hermione physically without knowing he did it? Read on to the 16th chapter if Hermione would be safe now that Draco has finally recovered his 'natural' senses.
*LAST! Try to decipher what the Three Dark Witches in this ruddy story. Be able to think whether or not they are needed here or we can do without them. Tell me what you think about the mishaps these hags caused.
*OKAY, THIS REALLY IS THE LAST. Since I wasn't able to upload lately, and most probably I've forgotten what notes I should include after the story, I'll tell you this now, before I forget (again). Since this fic is entitled "I Love to See You Cry", who do you think among the characters, as far as the story has gone, will say this line in the last chapter? You could also tell me who you EXPECT to say the line "I Love to See You Cry". At first, when I wasn't done with the story, I fixed myself to have this certain character to say that line. But when the last chapter came, it turned out to be another character who'll say it. Haha! That's how twisted my mind (and the stories I write) gets.
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