Chapter Nine

Apportez-moi la vie

Bring Me To Life

A/N: You all have told me to keep the French so I will but right after I will put the meaning. I'm so sorry to have killed Hermione but you will see what happens now. And yes, Intentions Cruelles means Cruel Intentions in French. So happy reading.

Draco sat there, paralyzed, half from shock and the other from the potion. Silent tears spilled from his eyes, it was the first time he remembered crying. He looked up at Diavola, power seized her as she began to breathe heavily and sway. She hadn't been ready to cast such a powerful spell and now she was going to die, all over a stupid thing.

Draco tried to laugh at her, trying to forget his pain, because this one time, Diavola hadn't predicted what was going to happen. Panic arose in her eyes and she screamed out as she started to die from inside. She cast a hateful look at Draco and cursed.

"This is all your fault, fichu morceau de merde, damn piece of fucking shit, I shall see to it that your life is filled with unhappiness and hardship, I will haunt you from my grave, I swear it!" She screamed as she drank one last fiery red potion and was engulfed by flames.

Draco saw her ghost float off, towards who knew where, but he knew she would be back. Di never went back on her promises. He pushed himself up off the ground and fought to stay standing, his legs felt like jelly and he was still partially under the control of the potion.

Thought he was moving slow his mind was fluttering with thousands of thoughts hitting him at jet speed. How could he bring Hermione back? He had to find a way to make it so she could come back. He walked away back towards the school in a daze.

How could so many things have gone wrong in such short amount of time? He shook his head as he walked back to the school.

What was there for him now? Why did he even have to go back? He still had the money he saved from what his father sent him stored in his chamber and he could just steal Diavola's invisibility cloak and run off to a private little town hid from the Ministry of Magic and look for a potion so he could bring Hermione back. Yes, that was what he planned on doing.

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Diavola's ghost screeched through the air with gaining speed, racing toward the Malfoy Manor. Draco's father had failed to mention that she would die and become a ghost, he had just explained that she should drink the fiery red potion last. She was overcome with angry and was going to make Draco's father bring her back to her normal self.

She reached the Malfoy Manor and tried to knock on the door and cursed when her hand just fluttered through it. She floated up the stairs towards the living room and burst in to a very surprised Malfoy.

"Diavola what are you doing here you stupid wench! I said not to come back here!"

"I DON'T CARE! Did you happen to take a look at what I am? I'm a bloody ghost! This wasn't exactly mentioned when we were planning this attack. So now I want you to find a way to turn me back and if you don't then I'll tell the Ministry what's happened and how you were connected."

Lucius turned paler than he was and spit out at her, "Fine little bitch, but after your returned to life I'll see to it you don't live long after so is this agreed?"

"Yes whatever, just bring me back to life."

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Draco traveled the country for days, not wanted to risk apparating because Hogwarts was probably already looking for him and you could only apparate a little ways towards town because it was sealed away from any other kind of transportation besides the secret entrance.

He was hungry and dirty, laughing as he thought about how a respectable Malfoy would never end up in this position. Finally he saw the tree that was the disguised entrance to the town. Uttering the password, he slipped inside.

It was permanently dark, covered in shadows the dark gray and black buildings loomed over him in a gloomy way. Dark witches and wizards scurried about the town, all looking each other over with suspicious eyes, paranoid that someone was a Ministry spy.

Draco had visited this place many times with his father, his father had explained he needed to learn where his resources where and how to get them secretly, for one day he would be a Death Eater like him. At the time, Draco had believed his father and paid attention carefully. Now he was glad he had because he knew the one place that had to have a potion he was looking for, and if it didn't he was royally screwed.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked into the stuffy, dingy, shop called Ombres. He walked past the multi colored potions towards the desk positioned in the back of the room and banged down on the bell.

He practiced how he would act while he waited for the store owner. He didn't want Francis to get suspicious of his behavior or why he needed the potion, and he certainly didn't want him to tell his father what he had done.

Francis, an old leathery looking humped over old man, walked towards Draco, cracking his fingers nervously. "Young Master Malfoy, how wonderful to see you, but where is your father?"

"Never mind where my father is Francis I need a potion from you, a very special potion and seeing as how you carry everything I figured you may have it."

"I may, what are you looking for?"

"A potion to bring someone back to life, sort of resurrect them I suppose. Do you happen to have one?"

"Are you trying to bring back the Dark Lord? I don't think I have anything of that power."

"Well, something less powerful but will serve the same cause do you happen to have anything?"

Francis scratched his head and turned around.

"There is one thing, but it has horrible effects. In order for it to work you must sacrifice someone else to repay the blood your robbing from the earth. This person has to be someone very close, in a good or bad way to the person your bringing back. Do you want this potion?"

"Yes, that will work I'll take it, go fetch it and I'll pay."

"Alright, but remember, I warned you."

Francis got the potion and handed it to Draco taking almost all the money he had.

"Hope you have luck with it."

"Don't bloody worry about me, just remember no one knows I was here as always."

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Lucius apparated right besides the tree disguising his favorite shopping spot. Diavola had floated along with him, making sure she got what she wanted fast. They walked into the town and towards Ombres, Shadows, and Lucius barged in.

"FRANCIS! Get out here now I have some important business that needs tending to." Lucius screamed for the old shop keeper.

"Mr. Malfoy how are you what do you need?" Francis hid behind his desk.

"I need a bloody potion to bring this wench back to life."

Francis peered around Lucius at Diavola's hovering figure and his permanent frown deepened.

"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, I just sold my only potion that I had that can bring someone back. And as far as I know there aren't any other ways to do it."

Lucius eyes turned to slits and his voice was cold and strained. "Who did you happen to sell this potion to Francis?"

"Your, son actually Mr. Malfoy."

"MY WHAT!?"

"Your son."

"BLOODY HELL! Diavola if you had not gotten so huffy about being a ghost and stayed to control Draco and just asked me to get you the potion we wouldn't be in this bloody mess! Now, Draco is probably plotting to bring Hermione back and you are still going to be a ghost."

Diavola crossed her arms and challenge Lucius. "It's not my fault at all, why don't we just use a locator spell and find him, take the potion and then lock him away?"

"We're going to but it's a hassle and a pain and it could have been prevented and now we have to go chase them down, and I have to spend my time! You'll pay for making me do this, worse than how you would have had to pay had I just gotten the potion for you."

"Fine."

Lucius looked over at the stunned shop keeper. "Now I have to perform a Memory Charm as well so he won't remember what was said." He quickly performed the Memory Charm and turned to walk away.

"Come Diavola, let's go find my son."