Disclaimer: Credit goes to JK Rowling...(and a few other companies, people, etc. who probably own a little bit of The Boy Who Lived...)
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Sixteen - Sacrifice
Lucius woke up gagged and tied to a table leg. He looked over and saw Hermione's body laying on the floor and Harry, Ron, and Draco on the other side of the room, bending over Ginny, who had been unconscious for the past couple of hours. Lucius attempted to reach his wand in his cloak but only to find that it had been removed. He grunted and accidentally drew attention to himself.
Draco looked over his shoulder at the sound of his father. "Ah...my father is awake." He said in a tone that clearly meant that he wished he were still out cold.
"Hit him over the head again, we need more time." Harry said without turning around.
"Nah, we need to get the truth out of him first, I need some answers." Draco stated and stood up. He walked over to his father to speak to him. The closer Draco got to Lucius, the more he could tell that Draco's eyes were bloodshot, probably from crying.
Draco smacked Lucius upside the head and grabbed his hair, jerking his head around so he would have to look at him.
"I think some Veritaserum will force you to tell the truth...what do you think?" Draco sneered at his father while taking a crystal clear bottle out of his robes. He forced his mouth open and poured the potion down his throat. After a few seconds, his eyes went strangely blank and his head lolled onto his shoulder. Draco looked back at Harry and Ron, and the newly awake Ginny and then turned back to his father.
"Why did you kill Hermione?"
Immediately Lucius spoke, "The Mudblood was interfering with my plans for my son, Draco to become a faithful Death Eater and to become Lord Voldemort's right hand man."
There was a silence, and Draco spoke again, "Why would you force your only son to become a Death Eater against his will?"
"When I joined the Death Eaters, I was very ambitious, too ambitious really. I was determined to be Voldemort's most dedicated servant. But I failed tremendously. My dream was punctured. When my son was born, I knew that it was my second chance to be devoted to my Lord. I raised my son in a way that certainly Lord Voldemort would appreciate. I raised Draco to hate Mudbloods, and half-bloods, and anyone who associated with them. I taught him Dark Arts and I tried my best to raise my son so that he could follow in my footsteps and instead, becoming even more powerful than myself. When Voldemort had returned once again, he asked me to recruit more servants. I knew it was time for my son to become a Death Eater since it is what his whole life has been destined to end up. My son was very reluctant and I had to put the Imperious Curse on him to force him to become a Death Eater. When my son awoke and felt the Dark Mark burn on his left wrist, he was most upset with me. He threatened to run away and even kill himself. I must admit, I felt guilty for the first time in my raising Draco, but I shook it off and celebrated with the fact that my dream was now a reality and Draco was certain to become my Lord's most dedicated servant."
Lucius fell silent and his head fell onto his shoulders once again. There was a tense hush in the Shack. No one knew what to do or what to say.
After a few minutes of silence, Ginny sat up and looked over at Lucius. She had a sudden idea. Ron put an arm out to stop her from getting up.
"You need to rest." He whispered.
"No, you'll see..." Ginny said in a soft voice. She slowly stood up and made her way over to where Draco was kneeling and bent down next to him, and faced Lucius.
Draco looked over at Ginny and opened his mouth to ask what she was doing, but Ginny put her finger to her lips and shook her head and looked back at Lucius.
She drew in a breath and closed her eyes, thinking real hard. She opened them back up and said in a clear, confident voice, "Is there a way to bring Hermione back from the dead?"
Harry, Ron, and Draco all looked up at her quickly, their hearts thumping madly, hoping, praying, that there was a way to bring her back.
Lucius opened his mouth and then paused. It was not like the other questions when he would answer immediately; it seemed to be that he was thinking. After what seemed an eternity, he opened his mouth again and uttered one simple word.
"No."
Harry, Ron, and Draco all were devastated, their only hope was shattered. The Lucius spoke again, "But there is a way to bring her back, it would be of course, unbearable to...the person that..." he trailed off.
"How?" Draco blurted, his eyes widening; maybe there was hope...
"The Sacrifice Spell." Lucius retorted, his eyes starting to get their color back in them again. Their time was running out, the Veritaserum was fading away. They had to get their answers quickly.
"What do you mean, it would be unbearable for someone...?" Ginny asked frightfully.
"It would involve the sacrifice of someone. That person would have to surrender their life in place of the one they are trying to bring back from the dead." Lucius responded.
Harry, Ron, Draco, and Ginny all looked back at each other in stunned silence. Then Ron turned to Lucius and murmured, "You mentioned someone...you said 'the person that...'" Ron broke off. "The person that...what?"
"In order for the Spell to work, the one who must sacrifice themselves to bring back the dead, must be the one whom the deceased person was their first love." Lucius managed to say before going rigid and his head drooped onto his shoulders.
Again, they went silent. The four of them looked at each other in silence. Without even saying it, they knew that they had to bring Hermione back. She didn't deserve to die. But...the problem was figuring out who she loved.
"Who did Hermione say was her true love?" Ron asked the others quietly.
"Ron...didn't you hear him? He didn't say true love...he said first love." Ginny reprimanded.
"Oh...yeah...right." Ron said, trying not to look over at Hermione's body...he wasn't sure if he'd be able to accept the sight before him.
The four of them sat there in silence trying to figure out who was Hermione's first love. Lucius was in the corner, still tied to the table leg, but now he was conscious again, and he was trying to free himself, though he was doing no good.
Ron strained his thoughts so hard, he wanted Hermione back so much, even if it meant he would have to be the one to give up his life for her...she didn't deserve to die. He ran over in his head the events of the past year. Finally, he came to a stop at the Yule Ball. Ron remembered that she went to the Ball with him...but something wasn't right...
"Draco." Ron accidentally said aloud.
Draco looked up at the sound of his name. "What?"
"Draco." Ron repeated.
Draco was getting frustrated. "What?!"
"It's you."
"Me...what?"
"You were her first love." Ron said simply.
Ginny slapped her hand to her head as if she finally understood. Harry looked quizzically over at Ron, but Ron stared determinedly at Draco, who stared right back.
"Me? No, no, no. You see, I wasn't her first love. Surely...one of you two were her first love. I mean...she hated me until this year...you two had plenty of time together with her to---"
Ron cut him off. "You changed Hermione even though none of us realized it at the time. Now that I look back on it, it's obvious she was in love with you." Ron said briskly. "And you gave Hermione her first kiss...it all makes sense."
"But what about Harry?" Ginny said uneasily, averting her eyes from Harry's gaze. "Hermione really, really liked Harry the beginning of this year..."
"No...she didn't love me." Harry replied uncomfortably. "It was only a crush...I wouldn't call it any more than that..."
"But---"
"It all makes sense that it would be Draco." Ron interrupted, motioning towards Draco. "Just put the clues together, Ginny, it was obvious." Ginny thought about it for a minute and then just nodded her head, and looked over at Draco.
Draco just shook his head, looking over at Hermione's body. "I...I...I can't have been her...her...f-f-first...love" He stuttered.
Everyone was silent, then Harry stood up and started rolling up his sleeves and got his wand out of his robes. "Well let's do it." He said grimly.
Draco sighed and then nodded, and stood up as well. Ron and Ginny followed suit. They looked over nervously at Harry and Draco and then suddenly, they realized.
"We don't know how to do it...do we?" Ron said, slightly laughing at how stupid they had been.
Draco looked back at his father. "How do we perform the Sacrifice Spell?" He demanded.
Lucius laughed, and surprisingly he answered truthfully without being forced to. "It's highly advanced magic, and it requires...er...a touch of the Dark Arts background. None of you would be able to do it."
"Try us." Ginny said through gritted teeth, clutching her wand tightly.
Lucius surveyed her with narrow eyes and then looked back up at his son. "If you let me go...I'll do it for you." He said with a twisted smile.
Draco glared down at his father then turned around to face the other three. After opening his mouth and closing it back a few times, he struggled to get the words out. "We have to trust him." He said, though sounded more like he was pleading.
"Do you think we're stupid?" Harry retorted.
"Well, how else are we going to bring her back?!" Draco said, motioning towards Hermione's body.
Harry hung his head and thought hard. He looked back up at Draco and said, "Fine, but if he gets away, it's all your fault."
"HARRY, NO WAY!" Ginny exclaimed. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
Harry frowned, "It's our only choice." Draco bent down when Harry said this and started to untie his father.
"Leave him tied up." Ron interrupted.
"Wha?" Harry asked.
"Just loosen it a little so he can hold his wand and do the Spell...but don't untie him completely." Ron said, barely moving his lips.
Draco looked back hatefully at Ron. "Do you think I'm stupid? That's what I was doing." He drawled.
"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Ron retorted.
"Just shut up and let me untie him!"
"I thought you were just going to loosen--"
"Just do it already!" Ginny interjected.
Draco rolled his eyes and turned back around; Ron folded his arms and sulked.
"Well do you want to do this or not?" Ginny asked Ron in a low voice.
Ron looked over at Hermione's body and then back at Ginny, "Of course" He mouthed.
"There." Draco said when he loosened up the ropes enough. He thrust Lucius' wand into his hand. "Well, ok, I'm ready." He said, swinging his arms to the side and looking at his father.
Lucius, again, laughed; that high, cold, cruel, laugh. "You need to kill yourself first."
"What?" Draco asked.
Lucius nodded over to the forgotten dagger laying on the floor close to Hermione. "First you kill yourself the same way that the person you are trying to bring back to life died. Then I perform the spell, and then...I guess you two will switch spots."
"What do you mean, 'you guess'?" Draco demanded.
"I've never actually performed this Spell before, but I have seen it done, I'm only guessing that you two will...er...switch spots."
"And what if it goes wrong?"
"Then I guess there will be one less person on this earth that I will need to worry about." Lucius said, smiling cruelly.
Draco looked over at Hermione and then back at Harry, Ron, and Ginny. "If anything goes wrong, I want you to swear to me that you will kill this bastard, I don't care what the circumstances are. If Hermione does not come back from the dead, then you kill him. Understood?"
The three of them nodded their heads and watched as Draco crossed the room and over to Hermione.
He bent down on the floor next to her and kissed her forehead, which was still, miraculously, warm.
He picked up the dagger and then looked over at Lucius. "Well, I guess this is goodbye, father." Lucius just snarled and lifted his wand high, ready to perform the Spell.
Draco looked over at Harry, Ron, and Ginny "I'm truly sorry for whatever hell I've given to you these past years. Thank you for everything." Harry just nodded and returned to look at his shoelaces, which had become suddenly fascinating. It was obvious Harry didn't want to watch Draco kill himself. Ron squeaked something out that sounded like a "good luck" and Ginny, who had burst into tears, just nodded as well.
Draco muttered something under his breath, obviously not intended for Harry, Ron, or Ginny to hear, but they did hear it. "Everyone keeps getting hurt because of me...if I'm gone, then the pain will go away..."
Draco closed his eyes and poised the dagger right over his heart and just waited for a few seconds, then said, "This is for you, Hermione..."
........
It was hard to tell what was going on. There was so much confusion in the Shack in the few seconds that Draco killed himself and Lucius performed the Spell.
Harry seemed to be the only calm one in the room. Ron was moaning and muttering something about wanting to run far away; Ginny had burst into tears and was sobbing with her hands covering her face; Draco was crying out in pain, and Lucius...Lucius was crying out in pain as well...
Harry looked over right as Draco fell to the ground, clutching his chest, blood everywhere. Harry made out something on Draco's wrist...the Dark Mark. It was glowing red...burning hot. Harry looked over at Lucius and saw his wrist, also glowing red and burning hot. Harry's scar seared with pain and it felt as though an axe had been forced into his head, splitting it in half. Harry grabbed his forehead and fell down to the ground.
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A/N: Please Review!
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Sixteen - Sacrifice
Lucius woke up gagged and tied to a table leg. He looked over and saw Hermione's body laying on the floor and Harry, Ron, and Draco on the other side of the room, bending over Ginny, who had been unconscious for the past couple of hours. Lucius attempted to reach his wand in his cloak but only to find that it had been removed. He grunted and accidentally drew attention to himself.
Draco looked over his shoulder at the sound of his father. "Ah...my father is awake." He said in a tone that clearly meant that he wished he were still out cold.
"Hit him over the head again, we need more time." Harry said without turning around.
"Nah, we need to get the truth out of him first, I need some answers." Draco stated and stood up. He walked over to his father to speak to him. The closer Draco got to Lucius, the more he could tell that Draco's eyes were bloodshot, probably from crying.
Draco smacked Lucius upside the head and grabbed his hair, jerking his head around so he would have to look at him.
"I think some Veritaserum will force you to tell the truth...what do you think?" Draco sneered at his father while taking a crystal clear bottle out of his robes. He forced his mouth open and poured the potion down his throat. After a few seconds, his eyes went strangely blank and his head lolled onto his shoulder. Draco looked back at Harry and Ron, and the newly awake Ginny and then turned back to his father.
"Why did you kill Hermione?"
Immediately Lucius spoke, "The Mudblood was interfering with my plans for my son, Draco to become a faithful Death Eater and to become Lord Voldemort's right hand man."
There was a silence, and Draco spoke again, "Why would you force your only son to become a Death Eater against his will?"
"When I joined the Death Eaters, I was very ambitious, too ambitious really. I was determined to be Voldemort's most dedicated servant. But I failed tremendously. My dream was punctured. When my son was born, I knew that it was my second chance to be devoted to my Lord. I raised my son in a way that certainly Lord Voldemort would appreciate. I raised Draco to hate Mudbloods, and half-bloods, and anyone who associated with them. I taught him Dark Arts and I tried my best to raise my son so that he could follow in my footsteps and instead, becoming even more powerful than myself. When Voldemort had returned once again, he asked me to recruit more servants. I knew it was time for my son to become a Death Eater since it is what his whole life has been destined to end up. My son was very reluctant and I had to put the Imperious Curse on him to force him to become a Death Eater. When my son awoke and felt the Dark Mark burn on his left wrist, he was most upset with me. He threatened to run away and even kill himself. I must admit, I felt guilty for the first time in my raising Draco, but I shook it off and celebrated with the fact that my dream was now a reality and Draco was certain to become my Lord's most dedicated servant."
Lucius fell silent and his head fell onto his shoulders once again. There was a tense hush in the Shack. No one knew what to do or what to say.
After a few minutes of silence, Ginny sat up and looked over at Lucius. She had a sudden idea. Ron put an arm out to stop her from getting up.
"You need to rest." He whispered.
"No, you'll see..." Ginny said in a soft voice. She slowly stood up and made her way over to where Draco was kneeling and bent down next to him, and faced Lucius.
Draco looked over at Ginny and opened his mouth to ask what she was doing, but Ginny put her finger to her lips and shook her head and looked back at Lucius.
She drew in a breath and closed her eyes, thinking real hard. She opened them back up and said in a clear, confident voice, "Is there a way to bring Hermione back from the dead?"
Harry, Ron, and Draco all looked up at her quickly, their hearts thumping madly, hoping, praying, that there was a way to bring her back.
Lucius opened his mouth and then paused. It was not like the other questions when he would answer immediately; it seemed to be that he was thinking. After what seemed an eternity, he opened his mouth again and uttered one simple word.
"No."
Harry, Ron, and Draco all were devastated, their only hope was shattered. The Lucius spoke again, "But there is a way to bring her back, it would be of course, unbearable to...the person that..." he trailed off.
"How?" Draco blurted, his eyes widening; maybe there was hope...
"The Sacrifice Spell." Lucius retorted, his eyes starting to get their color back in them again. Their time was running out, the Veritaserum was fading away. They had to get their answers quickly.
"What do you mean, it would be unbearable for someone...?" Ginny asked frightfully.
"It would involve the sacrifice of someone. That person would have to surrender their life in place of the one they are trying to bring back from the dead." Lucius responded.
Harry, Ron, Draco, and Ginny all looked back at each other in stunned silence. Then Ron turned to Lucius and murmured, "You mentioned someone...you said 'the person that...'" Ron broke off. "The person that...what?"
"In order for the Spell to work, the one who must sacrifice themselves to bring back the dead, must be the one whom the deceased person was their first love." Lucius managed to say before going rigid and his head drooped onto his shoulders.
Again, they went silent. The four of them looked at each other in silence. Without even saying it, they knew that they had to bring Hermione back. She didn't deserve to die. But...the problem was figuring out who she loved.
"Who did Hermione say was her true love?" Ron asked the others quietly.
"Ron...didn't you hear him? He didn't say true love...he said first love." Ginny reprimanded.
"Oh...yeah...right." Ron said, trying not to look over at Hermione's body...he wasn't sure if he'd be able to accept the sight before him.
The four of them sat there in silence trying to figure out who was Hermione's first love. Lucius was in the corner, still tied to the table leg, but now he was conscious again, and he was trying to free himself, though he was doing no good.
Ron strained his thoughts so hard, he wanted Hermione back so much, even if it meant he would have to be the one to give up his life for her...she didn't deserve to die. He ran over in his head the events of the past year. Finally, he came to a stop at the Yule Ball. Ron remembered that she went to the Ball with him...but something wasn't right...
"Draco." Ron accidentally said aloud.
Draco looked up at the sound of his name. "What?"
"Draco." Ron repeated.
Draco was getting frustrated. "What?!"
"It's you."
"Me...what?"
"You were her first love." Ron said simply.
Ginny slapped her hand to her head as if she finally understood. Harry looked quizzically over at Ron, but Ron stared determinedly at Draco, who stared right back.
"Me? No, no, no. You see, I wasn't her first love. Surely...one of you two were her first love. I mean...she hated me until this year...you two had plenty of time together with her to---"
Ron cut him off. "You changed Hermione even though none of us realized it at the time. Now that I look back on it, it's obvious she was in love with you." Ron said briskly. "And you gave Hermione her first kiss...it all makes sense."
"But what about Harry?" Ginny said uneasily, averting her eyes from Harry's gaze. "Hermione really, really liked Harry the beginning of this year..."
"No...she didn't love me." Harry replied uncomfortably. "It was only a crush...I wouldn't call it any more than that..."
"But---"
"It all makes sense that it would be Draco." Ron interrupted, motioning towards Draco. "Just put the clues together, Ginny, it was obvious." Ginny thought about it for a minute and then just nodded her head, and looked over at Draco.
Draco just shook his head, looking over at Hermione's body. "I...I...I can't have been her...her...f-f-first...love" He stuttered.
Everyone was silent, then Harry stood up and started rolling up his sleeves and got his wand out of his robes. "Well let's do it." He said grimly.
Draco sighed and then nodded, and stood up as well. Ron and Ginny followed suit. They looked over nervously at Harry and Draco and then suddenly, they realized.
"We don't know how to do it...do we?" Ron said, slightly laughing at how stupid they had been.
Draco looked back at his father. "How do we perform the Sacrifice Spell?" He demanded.
Lucius laughed, and surprisingly he answered truthfully without being forced to. "It's highly advanced magic, and it requires...er...a touch of the Dark Arts background. None of you would be able to do it."
"Try us." Ginny said through gritted teeth, clutching her wand tightly.
Lucius surveyed her with narrow eyes and then looked back up at his son. "If you let me go...I'll do it for you." He said with a twisted smile.
Draco glared down at his father then turned around to face the other three. After opening his mouth and closing it back a few times, he struggled to get the words out. "We have to trust him." He said, though sounded more like he was pleading.
"Do you think we're stupid?" Harry retorted.
"Well, how else are we going to bring her back?!" Draco said, motioning towards Hermione's body.
Harry hung his head and thought hard. He looked back up at Draco and said, "Fine, but if he gets away, it's all your fault."
"HARRY, NO WAY!" Ginny exclaimed. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
Harry frowned, "It's our only choice." Draco bent down when Harry said this and started to untie his father.
"Leave him tied up." Ron interrupted.
"Wha?" Harry asked.
"Just loosen it a little so he can hold his wand and do the Spell...but don't untie him completely." Ron said, barely moving his lips.
Draco looked back hatefully at Ron. "Do you think I'm stupid? That's what I was doing." He drawled.
"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Ron retorted.
"Just shut up and let me untie him!"
"I thought you were just going to loosen--"
"Just do it already!" Ginny interjected.
Draco rolled his eyes and turned back around; Ron folded his arms and sulked.
"Well do you want to do this or not?" Ginny asked Ron in a low voice.
Ron looked over at Hermione's body and then back at Ginny, "Of course" He mouthed.
"There." Draco said when he loosened up the ropes enough. He thrust Lucius' wand into his hand. "Well, ok, I'm ready." He said, swinging his arms to the side and looking at his father.
Lucius, again, laughed; that high, cold, cruel, laugh. "You need to kill yourself first."
"What?" Draco asked.
Lucius nodded over to the forgotten dagger laying on the floor close to Hermione. "First you kill yourself the same way that the person you are trying to bring back to life died. Then I perform the spell, and then...I guess you two will switch spots."
"What do you mean, 'you guess'?" Draco demanded.
"I've never actually performed this Spell before, but I have seen it done, I'm only guessing that you two will...er...switch spots."
"And what if it goes wrong?"
"Then I guess there will be one less person on this earth that I will need to worry about." Lucius said, smiling cruelly.
Draco looked over at Hermione and then back at Harry, Ron, and Ginny. "If anything goes wrong, I want you to swear to me that you will kill this bastard, I don't care what the circumstances are. If Hermione does not come back from the dead, then you kill him. Understood?"
The three of them nodded their heads and watched as Draco crossed the room and over to Hermione.
He bent down on the floor next to her and kissed her forehead, which was still, miraculously, warm.
He picked up the dagger and then looked over at Lucius. "Well, I guess this is goodbye, father." Lucius just snarled and lifted his wand high, ready to perform the Spell.
Draco looked over at Harry, Ron, and Ginny "I'm truly sorry for whatever hell I've given to you these past years. Thank you for everything." Harry just nodded and returned to look at his shoelaces, which had become suddenly fascinating. It was obvious Harry didn't want to watch Draco kill himself. Ron squeaked something out that sounded like a "good luck" and Ginny, who had burst into tears, just nodded as well.
Draco muttered something under his breath, obviously not intended for Harry, Ron, or Ginny to hear, but they did hear it. "Everyone keeps getting hurt because of me...if I'm gone, then the pain will go away..."
Draco closed his eyes and poised the dagger right over his heart and just waited for a few seconds, then said, "This is for you, Hermione..."
........
It was hard to tell what was going on. There was so much confusion in the Shack in the few seconds that Draco killed himself and Lucius performed the Spell.
Harry seemed to be the only calm one in the room. Ron was moaning and muttering something about wanting to run far away; Ginny had burst into tears and was sobbing with her hands covering her face; Draco was crying out in pain, and Lucius...Lucius was crying out in pain as well...
Harry looked over right as Draco fell to the ground, clutching his chest, blood everywhere. Harry made out something on Draco's wrist...the Dark Mark. It was glowing red...burning hot. Harry looked over at Lucius and saw his wrist, also glowing red and burning hot. Harry's scar seared with pain and it felt as though an axe had been forced into his head, splitting it in half. Harry grabbed his forehead and fell down to the ground.
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