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Chapter 6 ~*~ Dark Plans for A Dark Lord.
Disclaimer: Due to the fact that I am an overgrown Goanna lizard with a headcold, I do not own Harry Potter (tho he's dead in this fic) or any of the other characters. (Such a shame, huh?)
Author's Note: Yes, I know the romance is going a little fast, but it really doesn't matter because they'll soon regain memory and then all the love they felt will be all contorted and destroyed. Thanks to all you who told me it was a lil fast. Hope you enjoy this.
~*~*~*~*~Flashback to Chapter 5~*~*~*~*~
"A Daddy long legs. . .ew." Wormtail scuttered away dropping several books on the floor.
"Grow up will you, you pansy." Voldemort said, the same irritated tone. "Get back to searching" he barked, in his shrill voice. Wormtail picked up a book titled FORGOTTEN PROPHECIES: KEYS TO UNLOCK THE FUTURE . . .and browsed through it, while Voldemort was reading one similar.
All of a sudden, Wormtail dropped the book."Master, I think we made a very grave mistake." . . .
~*~*~*~*~ Here's Chappie 6~*~*~*~*~
"Mistake?" The Dark Lord said in a threatening voice, "There better not be a a mistake." Peter (Wormtail, obviously) shivered at the sound in his voice. He hadn't expect his plan to backfire. It was supposed to work, be a success, the dark lord would choose him over all his other followers. How could he have overlooked this. He skimmed the pages of FORGOTTEN PROPHECIES: KEYS TO UNLOCK THE FUTURE. . .it was right there in front of him. Oh what a fool he was.
Voldemort looked over his shoulder, "Show me." He commanded. The two sat in silence under the lantern light, absorbed in the words that could cost them more than they knew. The page, lettered in neat gold ink read at the top, "PROPHECY OF LOVE" Immediatley Voldemort snickered, a prophesy of love? Bullshit.He read on, whispering it aloud;
"A long time ago, the prophets did speak,
Of a the binding of two souls, hurt and weak.
For the world did see, danger and hate,
But danger can't match, the power of fate.
And the prophecy was written, that by hate may love form,
And only that love, can calm the storm.
So, I wrote up this contract, named it well,
Packed it away, so only time could tell,
If the true heir of mine, can love inspite of all,
Only then will darkness fall.
The stars up at night, work their ways high above,
As I'll lay down to rest, this prophecy of love."
At the bottom it was signed 'A.D. Malfoy 1765'
Wormtail just sat there, shocked. What had he done!?!?!? Voldemort, who was usually quick to pick up things, didn't this time. "What? Its just some blabbersish written by. . ." he looked at the name "Oh."
Wormtail just nodded as Voldemort spoke again, "Do you think this has something to do with us modifying the young Malfoy's memory?"
The shorter of the two nodded and showed a picture "It's the Young Malfoy and a Mudblood, sir." The picture was with them on a couch, quite close, when the cornish pixie flew by. Little did they know, the pixie was a decoy, with a camera in it. "They are at St.Mungo's, my Lord."
Voldemort was however did not look shaken by the news. . .he actually brushed it off. He was quite aware that young Draco may have feelings for the mudblood, and she very well may return them back. But, if he KNEW she was a mudblood, he wouldn't love her. If he KNEW about his history, he wouldn't love her. Voldie had been in buisness with the Malfoys for quite some time. . .and as long as he KNEW he wouldn't love.
Its kinda funny how Voldemort just seems to know all. He knew of the hatred between Hermione and Draco at school. Lucious would always say how Draco made their lives miserable, and how he'd make a prized death eater one day. The way to once again turn the tables on this whole plan, was for them to get their memories back. Voldemort knew very well that the classes they were taking, would never help. He had made it that way. Only **he** himself, could grant them their memories back.
He pointed his wand at Wormtail "CRUCIO". He watched as Wormtail slithered in pain, as the firey sensation burned like all hell throughout his body. "That is what you get for letting something like this happen. Luckily I can reverse this, get me my spell book. . .now!" Within seconds the short balding man, ran up to him, and handed him the book. Voldemort instantly turned to the page, and in blood, dripped the words of his own memory spell. They'd remember all their past, EXCEPT for the events that happened that night (ex: Harry's murder)
Why, and how could Voldemort do this? The answer: because he's Voldemort. He uttered a few words in Latin, that only he heard, and there, the spell was complete. He finished it off with a trademark cackle and turned to Wormtail, smiling.
~*~At St. Mungos~*~
Hermione Granger was still sitting on the bed thinking, when Draco walked back into the room. "Hey Draco." She said cooly. He nodded, then went to sit down. "How was class?"
He held up a black leather book, just like Hermione's, only his had a heart with the number 2 in the middle. "Some sort of journal thing. . .supposed to help me regain my memory."
"Nothing else worked for you either?" she held up hers and let out a giggle. "We're so pathetic, we cant even get our memories back." She tossed him a chocolate frog, and then started sketching something on a piece of paper.
"What the hell is that?" Draco said, looking at what she was drawing.
Hermione looked slightly offended "A self portrait!" she had tried to draw herself, but even she had to admit it looked like crap. Draco had decided not to respond, to this attempted artwork, and just snickered, and wrote something in his diary. He laughed, probably because he found it wrote back.
**Hello Draco!**
'Bugger off Asshole.'
Draco laughed again, finding it amusing to curse at his diary **Is this amusing to you?**
'Bitch'
**Eat Shit Malfoy!**
'Getting fiesty eh?'
**You son of a bitch.**
'This is so pointless. . .bye Diary thing' Draco closed the Diary, laughing. Hermione just glared at him. "What! I was just having fun. . ." he didn't know why she was glaring, I mean, she couldn't even see what he was writing. Its not like it would help his memory any.
Hermione continued to glare, this was followed by a chain of emotions such as embarrasment, hurt, shame, sadness, guiltiiness and confusion. All of a sudden she remembered The Famous Harry Potter. . .he was her best friend, he was her boyfriend. . .of three damned years. She started crying. She remembered how the day before his death, Parvati told her that he was going to PROPOSE! She could have been Mrs. Hermione Potter if she hadn't gone and murdered him!
She all of a sudden remembered the "Oh Canada" woman, her old professor she hated. How dare she even think about believing that old bat's prophecy. And she rememberd Ginny and Ron. . .and even Percy. How good it was to remember the Weasleys. However her most umplesant memory was staring her straight in the face, wondering why she was crying. Draco Malfoy.
How she hated his guts at the moment. Nothing could describe the embarassment of falling for the person you hate the most.. . . and not even knowing it. How could she not remember. God must be having a good laugh over all of this. She thought. She recalled all the times Draco had called her a mudblood, and never missed an oppurtuninty to send an insult to her and her friends. That bloody git. And she even thought he was good looking. But she was looking at him; she didn't see it anymore. All hatred.
"I hate you, Malfoy" she spat. Draco just looked confused. How come she got her memory back and not him? Maybe it was the diary thing. She highly doubted it, because soon Draco's face formed a disgusted grimace.
Draco remembered his father, Lucius Malfoy and he remembered their weekly nights of death eater training. His father wanted him so much to grow up and be him. Draco did not want to be his father, his father wore tacky robes, and had long hair, and devoted his life to serving a man, who in his opinion, really needed to consult a tanning booth.
Lucius had always highly praised the Dark Lord. It was Voldie-this and Voldie-that, Draco wanted so badly just to roll his eyes, but his father would have gotten him beat or something to that extent. (Not that its never happened before). His mother on the other hand was pretty cool, but she was never around much, always locked up in her room. . .almost like she hated the world.
He remembered Pansy, his girlfriend of one year. He was supposed to be meeting her the night he supposedly broke into Dumbledore's office. Hogwarts, he remembred that. . .Crabbe, Goyle, and those other idiots he hung around with just because they worshiped him. With his memory gone he hadn't realized how much he missed being worshiped.
It was now his turn to give an evil glare. He remembered Hermione Granger, yes, he remembered her. The average goody-two-shoes, bookworm, know-it-all that just happened to be best friends with his worst enemy. . .who, ironically, she assasinated. Draco had to admit, the irony of that was hilarious. However he was too pissed to laugh. HE had thought Romanticaly about Hermione Granger! The MUDBLOOD! He had wanted to KISS Hermione Granger. NO. He didn't. 'Deny everything. Mudbloods must die' said a small voice in the back of his head. He knew it was his father now. Why did his father haunt his conscience!
"I hate you too, Granger." He said, with all the evilness he could muster. Believe me there was a lot. "I cannot believe I'm stuck in this fucken mental institution with YOU! YOU of all people"
"Well Malfoy, it looks like we're gonna have to. And don't think I'm happy about it either!"
"Cant you come up with better insults then that, Mudblood?" he retorted, feeling superior.
"I must say the same for you, you've been calling me Mudblood since firstyear. I think you should find something new." Hermione said, keeping her cool.
Draco however didn't go over to well with 'keeping his cool'. "You know-it- all-bitch. . ." he was interupted by Hermione again, who replied; "Um, sorry, I'm afraid you've used that one too, year seven I believe. . .at the Graduation Ball, when I called your date, Millicent a cow in need of a face lift. I don't know why you called me a know-it-all, unless you agreed she was a cow."
"Well she did look like a cow, but that's not the point Granger. The point is, I am stuck here with YOU. . .and I'd rather not be." He replied haughtily. . .the snobbish smirk was wiped right off his face when one of those crazed cornish pixies smashed straight into Hermione's head, knocking her off balance and sending her on the floor. Draco just stood there, bawling with laughter. It was just so damn funny.
Hermione apparently didn't think so, and picked herself up off the floor and slapped Draco across the face. "What was that for?" he said, in mock innocence.
"Shut up, Malfoy. . .and stop acting like a git." She said, anger in her voice. She watched as the pixie flew out the opened window. "You know what, let's make a deal . . . I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me."
"What fun is it if I cannot pick on you, Mudblood?" Draco smirked and his icy eyes, seemed to ice over a bit more now that his memory was back. "I get amusement out of it. I am sadistic and sexy"
"More like Conceited and ruthless." Hermione said, without looking at him. She knew he was both of those. . .but now that she knew who he REALLY was, she would never utter the words Draco and sexy in the same sentence. "Im going to SLEEP"
"Its 10 in the morning"
"That doesn't bother me. Atleast I can dream about something plesant." She tucked herself into her bed, and her eyes instantly closed, despite the fact she wasn't tired.
~*~Dream~*~
---she was walking in a white room---thoughts filled her head---all the memories---pictures filled the white walls---her parents----her first date with Harry---second date----third date----she remembered going to America with him on vacation----then the pictures stopped, and the scene switched to a Resturant. ---she was sitting across from Harry at a candlelit table -- - Harry held out a box and said "'Mione, will you Marry me?" ---- Hermione looked into his stormy, but loving grey eyes and said "Yes."---
she then drifted off into a dreamless sleep, as a calm spread over her body.
~*~ Wherever Voldemort Is.~*~
"My Lord?" Wormtail stuttered "Where are we?"
The Dark Lord just looked at his inquisitive servant, and pushed him down to the floor, "Stop being nosy, we are in Helena Montana if you must know"
"Montana? But why?!?!"
"I'm a traveling man, Wormtail. Bulgaria became a bore for me. I thought I'd visit Uncle Sam." He said with a slight chuckle (sorry if that was OoC, I don't really care though. **laughs evilly**)
"Do you have a plan my Lord?" he said, slightly more excited at the prospect of adventure. "You ALWAYS have a new plan wherever we go someplace new. Do fill me in, Master"
"Mr. Malfoy is under the Imperious curse still, he is under our control. You realize he can do ANYTHING at our command. Have him kill Virginia Weasley. The Weasleys are a disgrace to the wizarding name, plus I'm in the mood for some sadistic fun."
"Yes, My Lord.how shall Miss Weasley be summoned?"
"Fear not, the girl is on shift in their corridor this afternoon. Now go Wormtail, and don't dissapoint me." He said, making sure the threat was clear.
"Yes master, may your will be done." He said and he scurried away.
~*~ Draco and Hermione's Hell Cell aka St. Mungo's Hospital Room~*~
Draco paced around the room like a mad man, if the hospital allowed wands, he would have taken advantage of the sleeping Hermio. . . erm. . .Mudblood and put so many hexes on her she wouldn't be able to walk. Or maybe he'd use some of that dark sadistic magic his father taught him, and make her look like a man. Atleast she'd be less attractive. . .he loved the way her hair blew with her breath as she slept, she looked so peaceful. ~No!~ he thought ~NO! It can't be! I hate that stupid Mudblood~ he consoled himself with thoughts of hatred. Soon he felt better, what could have come over him to ever make him think like THAT?
He went to sit down on the sofa, and pulled out a Quiddich magazine, it was good that the game was now familiar to him, since the regainment of his memory. He realized he was hungry. He had a medi-witch sent up to bring him some food. A red haired witch wearing one of those facemasks entered. (Ya know the ones that dentists wear? yeah.) He sort of recognized her, but with the mask on, he couldn't fully tell.
All of a sudden he heard a shrill voice. There was something about this voice. . .The Dark Lord. . .Voldemort rather, Draco wasn't afraid to say his name, like his father was. The coward. "GO BOY. . .ATTACK THE MEDI- WITCH"
'What? Are you Crazy? Why?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO, BOY! DO YOU DARE QUESTION ME? GET THE KNIFE FROM THE TRAY AND STAB HER, DRACO."
Draco felt himself moving closer to the knife. He knew he shouldn't, he didn't want to go back to Azkaban, wasn't he in enough shit already? 'You crazy bastard, You're gonna give me a one way ticket back to Azkaban!' Draco tried to fight the curse, but it overpowered him.
"LISTEN TO MEEEEEE! PICK UP THE KNIFE."
Draco picked up the knife. "NOW STAB THE GIRL." he inched closer to Ginny, she now looked at him confused and tried to speak the words, 'Malfoy?!?!?', but only silence came out. "GO AHEAD CHILD, STAB HER. . . THE HEART, THE STOMACHE, THE NECK, NO MATTER JUST GO!"
Draco was so close to Ginny's skin that she finally was able to let out a loud shriek. This startled Draco but he still moved as close as he could be with the knife in hand. Hermione awoke shocked. She looked at Ginny, and remembered her, then she looked at Draco and what he was about to do. "DRACO MALFOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she cried, desperate "DROP THAT KNIFE NOW!"
Draco turned around to look at Hermione, he could see the pain in her eyes. The desperation. "IGNORE THE MUDBLOOD AND KILL THE WEASLEY"
'Look Morty, I really don't think that's the best of Ideas, I mean. . .i really don't want to be sent to Azkaban. I think you've lost it, you sadistic git.' He didn't fear Voldemort, Draco was actually so full of himself he thought of the Dark Lord as a joke.
"YOU'LL PAY. KILL HER"
'I don't much feel like it.' He fought back. He looked at Hermione, who was scared to death. 'I Really don't think I will.' Draco had already fought the curse, because the voice disappeared, but he didn't realize he was still holding the knife up to Ginny. He was shocked when he came to a deathening thud on the ground. The last thing he saw before he blacked out, was a glare full of hatred from Hermione.
~*~ Hermione's POV~*~
She watched in awe as Draco dropped to the ground, she couldn't believe she had the power to knock him unconcious. He made a pretty cute knocked out dude. [Ew] she thought to herself [I can't believe I just thought that!] She shrugged that off and ran up to Ginny. "OH MY GOD, GINNY! Are you Okay?!"
Ginny looked up, "'Mione? You remember me?" a smile reached all the way across her previously fear induced face.
"I got my memory back. . .i don't know how, it just sort of. . .came back."
Ginny hugged her, "You're rooming with MALFOY?" she siad, realizing this quite late. "Well I wasn't aware who Malfoy was with out my memory! Imagine just suddenly realizing that the person you're rooming with is your enemy. . ."
"Hun, no offense, but imagine walking into a room to deliever food and being pounced on by an ex-classmate with a steak knife."
"Okay, so maybe you've out beat me." She said, still shaken up about the incident. "I'm so sorry about that Ginny, I don't know what got into him. I mean, we were fighting before, but I didn't think he'd go the extent of trying to murder one of my best friends!"
"I was so scared. Should I report him?" she asked.
"Probably, but wait until I give the okay, I'd like to yell at him myself first. Maybe there is another reason. I mean, I tried to kill Cornielius Fudge on the Knight Bus." Hermione shrugged. ' Why am I standing up for him?' she thought
**Because you Looooooove him!**
'Shut up you derranged voice in my head!'
**Oh c'mon! Why else wouldn't you turn him in! You obviously still have feelings there.**
'I do NOT!' Hermione hated these conversations with herself. They always left her feeling so torn.
**Say whatever you like, but I know better.**
'Consider yourself officially tuned out.' She replied to the voice.
She then concentrated on Ginny who was saying "Hermione? HERMIONE?"
"Huh? What?" she responded. "Oh sorry Gins, I was in a daze or something. Still in shock."
Ginny nodded, understandingly. "Well, let me know if you'd like me to report it, its your descision. I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want me to." She managed a half smile.
"Thanks a million." She said, as she hugged Ginny and watched her walk out the door. Out of all the things she remembered, she was most glad she had remembered Ginny. Hermione collapsed on her bed, looking at the unconsious form of Draco Malfoy on the floor. She had picked up the quiddich magazine and flipped throught it. She had never understood Quiddich, but she had been to all of Harry's games, and most of her ex-boyfriend Viktor Krum's. She had also dated Wood in the third year but never told anybody. She dropped the magazine, and concluded that she was a quiddich player magnet. Plus, it had too much memories from her past in it.
Soon Draco started to stir. It must have been atleast an hour later after the innitial blow. She figured now that he was up, another fight would start. And she had never been more correct in her life.
"Granger!" he snarled, once he had reached a standing position "Why the bloody hell did you knock me out cold for?!?!?!"
"You are telling me you don't remember, MALFOy!" she said exasperated, "YOU TRIEd TO KILL GINNY! How can you not remember! You tried to stab her with THIS KNIFE!" she said, holding up the knife.
"Ohhhh" he said. "That knife. And that was Ginny?" he replied, sounding rather dumbfounded.
"Yes for Merlins Sake! Look I know we hate each other! But get real, Malfoy! Attempted murder! Don't you think you took it a little to far?"
"LOOK!" he replied defensivley "I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE! And it wasn't attempted murder!"
"Oh! Okay, so you just hold knife's at people's necks on accident?" she replied, bitter with sarcasim. "And if it wasn't for me, it wouldn't be attempted murder,it would be MURDER. I always knew you were scum!"
"Look Granger, that's not how it was. There was this crazy voice. . .Voldemort. . .I'm not kidding. . .look you can hate me but you have to believe me. I didn't plan to murder anybody."
"Voldemort." She said, in a wistful voice. Then she actually thought about it. It was so possible, I mean, had Hermione really intentionally tried to kill Fudge? "Okay. I can believe that, I mean I tried to murder Fudge. But I'm not letting you off easy Malfoy."
"You're going to turn me in?" He said cooly, silently praying that she wouldn't. "Shouldn't you have done that before? Wouldn't you have called somebody by than? He said softer.
Hermione blushed slightly. . .it was quite unnoticable, but she hated herself for it anyway. "No. I don't want to cause a big scece. We'd um. . .probably both be brought in for trial again, I really didn't want to risk going through that again, Malfoy. I don't know about you."
"Certainly not!" he replied haughtily. Draco considered saying Thank you. "Granger. . ."
"Yes?" she said impatiently.
"Thank. . . . . . Thanksgiving." he said, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. His pride wouldn't let him.
"Thanksgiving, Malfoy? What about thanksgiving?"
"I don't know Mudblood, Its coming up in two weeks. Mind your own buisness." Draco turned away and went to sit with his Quiddich magazine in the opposite corner of the room. Hermione grabbed a Wizarding History book and sat in the other corner. They remained in silence for the rest of the night, vowing not to speak.
~*~ Voldemort's New Location~*~
"Welcome to Austrialia, Wormtail! I've always wanted to visit the outback." Voldemort said with a little pep in his voice, as he held up a travel guide. Several people around cast him a wary look, as he grabbed Wormtail and ran off on the desert floor. There were serveral cactucses (Cacti?) nearby, and he sat Wormtail down.
"Another plan, master?" he said, curiously.
"Yes. We must make sure that insignifigant Mudblood and our most prized Draco hate each other. He fought my imperious curse. The boy has more strenght than he knows. He MUST become a death eater. He is a threat to my power."
"Yes, My Lord." Replied Wormtail, being the follower that he was. "May I inquire your plans for evil?"
Voldemort pulled out a black leather book, just like Hermione's and Draco's, only on the binding there was a heart with the number 12 in the middle. "You see this Wormtail?" Wormtail looked up and nodded "This is a diary. To the success of my plan, both specimens have one exactly like this. Everything they write down, is translated into this one. This way I know all of their true feelings."
"And what if they never write in it, Master?" The servant asked.
"It's a little thing I like to call the Imperious curse."
~*~ END OF CHAPTER. I HOPE U LIKED IT!! ~*~
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CAPTAIN OBLIVIOUS: Im very glad its Cliché free, and yeah its kinda hard to be out of character, if they have no memory of their character. Yeah, I figured the romance was going too fast but I needed a bit before I brought on the trauma. ALMOST kissed. Almost is da keyword. *cackles.**
ASSASINATORGIRL: Thanx! FO REALLL BROTHA! LoL. Glad u like it so far!
KAWAIISACCUBUS: Hey thanks for your review, it was helpful. Yes, I was actually aware the romance was going fast, but like I said to Captian Oblivious, it had its purpose, they had to get a lil flirt time in before I returned their memories. I'll try and make more angst, and I'll consider backing off with the creepy-ass diary. Lol maybe It'll just tone down on the remarks. I dunno.
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PAWS10081: Yay, u didn't think the romance was too fast. Well that's good to know. I tried adding a little angst and all. Hummm I hope it worked. Anyway, I totally just slowed the romance, but oh well its mah story **Cackles again.** I really like cackling.
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Author's Note: Okay, that was chapter 6. It was much longer than the others. I have some questions for you, it is optional to answer such things.
~ I've never written angst before. Does this chapter sound ANGSTY?
~ Mysterious enough?
~ Long enough? I don't know, are the chapters too short?
~ In Character now that they're memories are back?
~ Is Draco hott? =p (ur answer should be, YES, oF COURSE!) lol.
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In future chapters.
~ Voldemort goes to extremes ~ The troubled relationship of Draco and Mione, continues ~ Where do they go after St.Mungos? ~Who else may they meet? ~
I don't know how this will all tie in yet, and im currently working on what and who I want in chappie 7. And how I want it to happen, so um give me time, I'll try and have it up within a week. Remember, only YOU have the power to press that GO button and gimme a review!
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UNTIL NEXT TIME. . .
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Chapter 6 ~*~ Dark Plans for A Dark Lord.
Disclaimer: Due to the fact that I am an overgrown Goanna lizard with a headcold, I do not own Harry Potter (tho he's dead in this fic) or any of the other characters. (Such a shame, huh?)
Author's Note: Yes, I know the romance is going a little fast, but it really doesn't matter because they'll soon regain memory and then all the love they felt will be all contorted and destroyed. Thanks to all you who told me it was a lil fast. Hope you enjoy this.
~*~*~*~*~Flashback to Chapter 5~*~*~*~*~
"A Daddy long legs. . .ew." Wormtail scuttered away dropping several books on the floor.
"Grow up will you, you pansy." Voldemort said, the same irritated tone. "Get back to searching" he barked, in his shrill voice. Wormtail picked up a book titled FORGOTTEN PROPHECIES: KEYS TO UNLOCK THE FUTURE . . .and browsed through it, while Voldemort was reading one similar.
All of a sudden, Wormtail dropped the book."Master, I think we made a very grave mistake." . . .
~*~*~*~*~ Here's Chappie 6~*~*~*~*~
"Mistake?" The Dark Lord said in a threatening voice, "There better not be a a mistake." Peter (Wormtail, obviously) shivered at the sound in his voice. He hadn't expect his plan to backfire. It was supposed to work, be a success, the dark lord would choose him over all his other followers. How could he have overlooked this. He skimmed the pages of FORGOTTEN PROPHECIES: KEYS TO UNLOCK THE FUTURE. . .it was right there in front of him. Oh what a fool he was.
Voldemort looked over his shoulder, "Show me." He commanded. The two sat in silence under the lantern light, absorbed in the words that could cost them more than they knew. The page, lettered in neat gold ink read at the top, "PROPHECY OF LOVE" Immediatley Voldemort snickered, a prophesy of love? Bullshit.He read on, whispering it aloud;
"A long time ago, the prophets did speak,
Of a the binding of two souls, hurt and weak.
For the world did see, danger and hate,
But danger can't match, the power of fate.
And the prophecy was written, that by hate may love form,
And only that love, can calm the storm.
So, I wrote up this contract, named it well,
Packed it away, so only time could tell,
If the true heir of mine, can love inspite of all,
Only then will darkness fall.
The stars up at night, work their ways high above,
As I'll lay down to rest, this prophecy of love."
At the bottom it was signed 'A.D. Malfoy 1765'
Wormtail just sat there, shocked. What had he done!?!?!? Voldemort, who was usually quick to pick up things, didn't this time. "What? Its just some blabbersish written by. . ." he looked at the name "Oh."
Wormtail just nodded as Voldemort spoke again, "Do you think this has something to do with us modifying the young Malfoy's memory?"
The shorter of the two nodded and showed a picture "It's the Young Malfoy and a Mudblood, sir." The picture was with them on a couch, quite close, when the cornish pixie flew by. Little did they know, the pixie was a decoy, with a camera in it. "They are at St.Mungo's, my Lord."
Voldemort was however did not look shaken by the news. . .he actually brushed it off. He was quite aware that young Draco may have feelings for the mudblood, and she very well may return them back. But, if he KNEW she was a mudblood, he wouldn't love her. If he KNEW about his history, he wouldn't love her. Voldie had been in buisness with the Malfoys for quite some time. . .and as long as he KNEW he wouldn't love.
Its kinda funny how Voldemort just seems to know all. He knew of the hatred between Hermione and Draco at school. Lucious would always say how Draco made their lives miserable, and how he'd make a prized death eater one day. The way to once again turn the tables on this whole plan, was for them to get their memories back. Voldemort knew very well that the classes they were taking, would never help. He had made it that way. Only **he** himself, could grant them their memories back.
He pointed his wand at Wormtail "CRUCIO". He watched as Wormtail slithered in pain, as the firey sensation burned like all hell throughout his body. "That is what you get for letting something like this happen. Luckily I can reverse this, get me my spell book. . .now!" Within seconds the short balding man, ran up to him, and handed him the book. Voldemort instantly turned to the page, and in blood, dripped the words of his own memory spell. They'd remember all their past, EXCEPT for the events that happened that night (ex: Harry's murder)
Why, and how could Voldemort do this? The answer: because he's Voldemort. He uttered a few words in Latin, that only he heard, and there, the spell was complete. He finished it off with a trademark cackle and turned to Wormtail, smiling.
~*~At St. Mungos~*~
Hermione Granger was still sitting on the bed thinking, when Draco walked back into the room. "Hey Draco." She said cooly. He nodded, then went to sit down. "How was class?"
He held up a black leather book, just like Hermione's, only his had a heart with the number 2 in the middle. "Some sort of journal thing. . .supposed to help me regain my memory."
"Nothing else worked for you either?" she held up hers and let out a giggle. "We're so pathetic, we cant even get our memories back." She tossed him a chocolate frog, and then started sketching something on a piece of paper.
"What the hell is that?" Draco said, looking at what she was drawing.
Hermione looked slightly offended "A self portrait!" she had tried to draw herself, but even she had to admit it looked like crap. Draco had decided not to respond, to this attempted artwork, and just snickered, and wrote something in his diary. He laughed, probably because he found it wrote back.
**Hello Draco!**
'Bugger off Asshole.'
Draco laughed again, finding it amusing to curse at his diary **Is this amusing to you?**
'Bitch'
**Eat Shit Malfoy!**
'Getting fiesty eh?'
**You son of a bitch.**
'This is so pointless. . .bye Diary thing' Draco closed the Diary, laughing. Hermione just glared at him. "What! I was just having fun. . ." he didn't know why she was glaring, I mean, she couldn't even see what he was writing. Its not like it would help his memory any.
Hermione continued to glare, this was followed by a chain of emotions such as embarrasment, hurt, shame, sadness, guiltiiness and confusion. All of a sudden she remembered The Famous Harry Potter. . .he was her best friend, he was her boyfriend. . .of three damned years. She started crying. She remembered how the day before his death, Parvati told her that he was going to PROPOSE! She could have been Mrs. Hermione Potter if she hadn't gone and murdered him!
She all of a sudden remembered the "Oh Canada" woman, her old professor she hated. How dare she even think about believing that old bat's prophecy. And she rememberd Ginny and Ron. . .and even Percy. How good it was to remember the Weasleys. However her most umplesant memory was staring her straight in the face, wondering why she was crying. Draco Malfoy.
How she hated his guts at the moment. Nothing could describe the embarassment of falling for the person you hate the most.. . . and not even knowing it. How could she not remember. God must be having a good laugh over all of this. She thought. She recalled all the times Draco had called her a mudblood, and never missed an oppurtuninty to send an insult to her and her friends. That bloody git. And she even thought he was good looking. But she was looking at him; she didn't see it anymore. All hatred.
"I hate you, Malfoy" she spat. Draco just looked confused. How come she got her memory back and not him? Maybe it was the diary thing. She highly doubted it, because soon Draco's face formed a disgusted grimace.
Draco remembered his father, Lucius Malfoy and he remembered their weekly nights of death eater training. His father wanted him so much to grow up and be him. Draco did not want to be his father, his father wore tacky robes, and had long hair, and devoted his life to serving a man, who in his opinion, really needed to consult a tanning booth.
Lucius had always highly praised the Dark Lord. It was Voldie-this and Voldie-that, Draco wanted so badly just to roll his eyes, but his father would have gotten him beat or something to that extent. (Not that its never happened before). His mother on the other hand was pretty cool, but she was never around much, always locked up in her room. . .almost like she hated the world.
He remembered Pansy, his girlfriend of one year. He was supposed to be meeting her the night he supposedly broke into Dumbledore's office. Hogwarts, he remembred that. . .Crabbe, Goyle, and those other idiots he hung around with just because they worshiped him. With his memory gone he hadn't realized how much he missed being worshiped.
It was now his turn to give an evil glare. He remembered Hermione Granger, yes, he remembered her. The average goody-two-shoes, bookworm, know-it-all that just happened to be best friends with his worst enemy. . .who, ironically, she assasinated. Draco had to admit, the irony of that was hilarious. However he was too pissed to laugh. HE had thought Romanticaly about Hermione Granger! The MUDBLOOD! He had wanted to KISS Hermione Granger. NO. He didn't. 'Deny everything. Mudbloods must die' said a small voice in the back of his head. He knew it was his father now. Why did his father haunt his conscience!
"I hate you too, Granger." He said, with all the evilness he could muster. Believe me there was a lot. "I cannot believe I'm stuck in this fucken mental institution with YOU! YOU of all people"
"Well Malfoy, it looks like we're gonna have to. And don't think I'm happy about it either!"
"Cant you come up with better insults then that, Mudblood?" he retorted, feeling superior.
"I must say the same for you, you've been calling me Mudblood since firstyear. I think you should find something new." Hermione said, keeping her cool.
Draco however didn't go over to well with 'keeping his cool'. "You know-it- all-bitch. . ." he was interupted by Hermione again, who replied; "Um, sorry, I'm afraid you've used that one too, year seven I believe. . .at the Graduation Ball, when I called your date, Millicent a cow in need of a face lift. I don't know why you called me a know-it-all, unless you agreed she was a cow."
"Well she did look like a cow, but that's not the point Granger. The point is, I am stuck here with YOU. . .and I'd rather not be." He replied haughtily. . .the snobbish smirk was wiped right off his face when one of those crazed cornish pixies smashed straight into Hermione's head, knocking her off balance and sending her on the floor. Draco just stood there, bawling with laughter. It was just so damn funny.
Hermione apparently didn't think so, and picked herself up off the floor and slapped Draco across the face. "What was that for?" he said, in mock innocence.
"Shut up, Malfoy. . .and stop acting like a git." She said, anger in her voice. She watched as the pixie flew out the opened window. "You know what, let's make a deal . . . I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me."
"What fun is it if I cannot pick on you, Mudblood?" Draco smirked and his icy eyes, seemed to ice over a bit more now that his memory was back. "I get amusement out of it. I am sadistic and sexy"
"More like Conceited and ruthless." Hermione said, without looking at him. She knew he was both of those. . .but now that she knew who he REALLY was, she would never utter the words Draco and sexy in the same sentence. "Im going to SLEEP"
"Its 10 in the morning"
"That doesn't bother me. Atleast I can dream about something plesant." She tucked herself into her bed, and her eyes instantly closed, despite the fact she wasn't tired.
~*~Dream~*~
---she was walking in a white room---thoughts filled her head---all the memories---pictures filled the white walls---her parents----her first date with Harry---second date----third date----she remembered going to America with him on vacation----then the pictures stopped, and the scene switched to a Resturant. ---she was sitting across from Harry at a candlelit table -- - Harry held out a box and said "'Mione, will you Marry me?" ---- Hermione looked into his stormy, but loving grey eyes and said "Yes."---
she then drifted off into a dreamless sleep, as a calm spread over her body.
~*~ Wherever Voldemort Is.~*~
"My Lord?" Wormtail stuttered "Where are we?"
The Dark Lord just looked at his inquisitive servant, and pushed him down to the floor, "Stop being nosy, we are in Helena Montana if you must know"
"Montana? But why?!?!"
"I'm a traveling man, Wormtail. Bulgaria became a bore for me. I thought I'd visit Uncle Sam." He said with a slight chuckle (sorry if that was OoC, I don't really care though. **laughs evilly**)
"Do you have a plan my Lord?" he said, slightly more excited at the prospect of adventure. "You ALWAYS have a new plan wherever we go someplace new. Do fill me in, Master"
"Mr. Malfoy is under the Imperious curse still, he is under our control. You realize he can do ANYTHING at our command. Have him kill Virginia Weasley. The Weasleys are a disgrace to the wizarding name, plus I'm in the mood for some sadistic fun."
"Yes, My Lord.how shall Miss Weasley be summoned?"
"Fear not, the girl is on shift in their corridor this afternoon. Now go Wormtail, and don't dissapoint me." He said, making sure the threat was clear.
"Yes master, may your will be done." He said and he scurried away.
~*~ Draco and Hermione's Hell Cell aka St. Mungo's Hospital Room~*~
Draco paced around the room like a mad man, if the hospital allowed wands, he would have taken advantage of the sleeping Hermio. . . erm. . .Mudblood and put so many hexes on her she wouldn't be able to walk. Or maybe he'd use some of that dark sadistic magic his father taught him, and make her look like a man. Atleast she'd be less attractive. . .he loved the way her hair blew with her breath as she slept, she looked so peaceful. ~No!~ he thought ~NO! It can't be! I hate that stupid Mudblood~ he consoled himself with thoughts of hatred. Soon he felt better, what could have come over him to ever make him think like THAT?
He went to sit down on the sofa, and pulled out a Quiddich magazine, it was good that the game was now familiar to him, since the regainment of his memory. He realized he was hungry. He had a medi-witch sent up to bring him some food. A red haired witch wearing one of those facemasks entered. (Ya know the ones that dentists wear? yeah.) He sort of recognized her, but with the mask on, he couldn't fully tell.
All of a sudden he heard a shrill voice. There was something about this voice. . .The Dark Lord. . .Voldemort rather, Draco wasn't afraid to say his name, like his father was. The coward. "GO BOY. . .ATTACK THE MEDI- WITCH"
'What? Are you Crazy? Why?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO, BOY! DO YOU DARE QUESTION ME? GET THE KNIFE FROM THE TRAY AND STAB HER, DRACO."
Draco felt himself moving closer to the knife. He knew he shouldn't, he didn't want to go back to Azkaban, wasn't he in enough shit already? 'You crazy bastard, You're gonna give me a one way ticket back to Azkaban!' Draco tried to fight the curse, but it overpowered him.
"LISTEN TO MEEEEEE! PICK UP THE KNIFE."
Draco picked up the knife. "NOW STAB THE GIRL." he inched closer to Ginny, she now looked at him confused and tried to speak the words, 'Malfoy?!?!?', but only silence came out. "GO AHEAD CHILD, STAB HER. . . THE HEART, THE STOMACHE, THE NECK, NO MATTER JUST GO!"
Draco was so close to Ginny's skin that she finally was able to let out a loud shriek. This startled Draco but he still moved as close as he could be with the knife in hand. Hermione awoke shocked. She looked at Ginny, and remembered her, then she looked at Draco and what he was about to do. "DRACO MALFOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she cried, desperate "DROP THAT KNIFE NOW!"
Draco turned around to look at Hermione, he could see the pain in her eyes. The desperation. "IGNORE THE MUDBLOOD AND KILL THE WEASLEY"
'Look Morty, I really don't think that's the best of Ideas, I mean. . .i really don't want to be sent to Azkaban. I think you've lost it, you sadistic git.' He didn't fear Voldemort, Draco was actually so full of himself he thought of the Dark Lord as a joke.
"YOU'LL PAY. KILL HER"
'I don't much feel like it.' He fought back. He looked at Hermione, who was scared to death. 'I Really don't think I will.' Draco had already fought the curse, because the voice disappeared, but he didn't realize he was still holding the knife up to Ginny. He was shocked when he came to a deathening thud on the ground. The last thing he saw before he blacked out, was a glare full of hatred from Hermione.
~*~ Hermione's POV~*~
She watched in awe as Draco dropped to the ground, she couldn't believe she had the power to knock him unconcious. He made a pretty cute knocked out dude. [Ew] she thought to herself [I can't believe I just thought that!] She shrugged that off and ran up to Ginny. "OH MY GOD, GINNY! Are you Okay?!"
Ginny looked up, "'Mione? You remember me?" a smile reached all the way across her previously fear induced face.
"I got my memory back. . .i don't know how, it just sort of. . .came back."
Ginny hugged her, "You're rooming with MALFOY?" she siad, realizing this quite late. "Well I wasn't aware who Malfoy was with out my memory! Imagine just suddenly realizing that the person you're rooming with is your enemy. . ."
"Hun, no offense, but imagine walking into a room to deliever food and being pounced on by an ex-classmate with a steak knife."
"Okay, so maybe you've out beat me." She said, still shaken up about the incident. "I'm so sorry about that Ginny, I don't know what got into him. I mean, we were fighting before, but I didn't think he'd go the extent of trying to murder one of my best friends!"
"I was so scared. Should I report him?" she asked.
"Probably, but wait until I give the okay, I'd like to yell at him myself first. Maybe there is another reason. I mean, I tried to kill Cornielius Fudge on the Knight Bus." Hermione shrugged. ' Why am I standing up for him?' she thought
**Because you Looooooove him!**
'Shut up you derranged voice in my head!'
**Oh c'mon! Why else wouldn't you turn him in! You obviously still have feelings there.**
'I do NOT!' Hermione hated these conversations with herself. They always left her feeling so torn.
**Say whatever you like, but I know better.**
'Consider yourself officially tuned out.' She replied to the voice.
She then concentrated on Ginny who was saying "Hermione? HERMIONE?"
"Huh? What?" she responded. "Oh sorry Gins, I was in a daze or something. Still in shock."
Ginny nodded, understandingly. "Well, let me know if you'd like me to report it, its your descision. I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want me to." She managed a half smile.
"Thanks a million." She said, as she hugged Ginny and watched her walk out the door. Out of all the things she remembered, she was most glad she had remembered Ginny. Hermione collapsed on her bed, looking at the unconsious form of Draco Malfoy on the floor. She had picked up the quiddich magazine and flipped throught it. She had never understood Quiddich, but she had been to all of Harry's games, and most of her ex-boyfriend Viktor Krum's. She had also dated Wood in the third year but never told anybody. She dropped the magazine, and concluded that she was a quiddich player magnet. Plus, it had too much memories from her past in it.
Soon Draco started to stir. It must have been atleast an hour later after the innitial blow. She figured now that he was up, another fight would start. And she had never been more correct in her life.
"Granger!" he snarled, once he had reached a standing position "Why the bloody hell did you knock me out cold for?!?!?!"
"You are telling me you don't remember, MALFOy!" she said exasperated, "YOU TRIEd TO KILL GINNY! How can you not remember! You tried to stab her with THIS KNIFE!" she said, holding up the knife.
"Ohhhh" he said. "That knife. And that was Ginny?" he replied, sounding rather dumbfounded.
"Yes for Merlins Sake! Look I know we hate each other! But get real, Malfoy! Attempted murder! Don't you think you took it a little to far?"
"LOOK!" he replied defensivley "I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE! And it wasn't attempted murder!"
"Oh! Okay, so you just hold knife's at people's necks on accident?" she replied, bitter with sarcasim. "And if it wasn't for me, it wouldn't be attempted murder,it would be MURDER. I always knew you were scum!"
"Look Granger, that's not how it was. There was this crazy voice. . .Voldemort. . .I'm not kidding. . .look you can hate me but you have to believe me. I didn't plan to murder anybody."
"Voldemort." She said, in a wistful voice. Then she actually thought about it. It was so possible, I mean, had Hermione really intentionally tried to kill Fudge? "Okay. I can believe that, I mean I tried to murder Fudge. But I'm not letting you off easy Malfoy."
"You're going to turn me in?" He said cooly, silently praying that she wouldn't. "Shouldn't you have done that before? Wouldn't you have called somebody by than? He said softer.
Hermione blushed slightly. . .it was quite unnoticable, but she hated herself for it anyway. "No. I don't want to cause a big scece. We'd um. . .probably both be brought in for trial again, I really didn't want to risk going through that again, Malfoy. I don't know about you."
"Certainly not!" he replied haughtily. Draco considered saying Thank you. "Granger. . ."
"Yes?" she said impatiently.
"Thank. . . . . . Thanksgiving." he said, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. His pride wouldn't let him.
"Thanksgiving, Malfoy? What about thanksgiving?"
"I don't know Mudblood, Its coming up in two weeks. Mind your own buisness." Draco turned away and went to sit with his Quiddich magazine in the opposite corner of the room. Hermione grabbed a Wizarding History book and sat in the other corner. They remained in silence for the rest of the night, vowing not to speak.
~*~ Voldemort's New Location~*~
"Welcome to Austrialia, Wormtail! I've always wanted to visit the outback." Voldemort said with a little pep in his voice, as he held up a travel guide. Several people around cast him a wary look, as he grabbed Wormtail and ran off on the desert floor. There were serveral cactucses (Cacti?) nearby, and he sat Wormtail down.
"Another plan, master?" he said, curiously.
"Yes. We must make sure that insignifigant Mudblood and our most prized Draco hate each other. He fought my imperious curse. The boy has more strenght than he knows. He MUST become a death eater. He is a threat to my power."
"Yes, My Lord." Replied Wormtail, being the follower that he was. "May I inquire your plans for evil?"
Voldemort pulled out a black leather book, just like Hermione's and Draco's, only on the binding there was a heart with the number 12 in the middle. "You see this Wormtail?" Wormtail looked up and nodded "This is a diary. To the success of my plan, both specimens have one exactly like this. Everything they write down, is translated into this one. This way I know all of their true feelings."
"And what if they never write in it, Master?" The servant asked.
"It's a little thing I like to call the Imperious curse."
~*~ END OF CHAPTER. I HOPE U LIKED IT!! ~*~
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YAY I BEAT MY GOAL THIS TIME. 32 REVIEWS. THANX A BUNCH. Here are sum individual Thank Us!
CAPTAIN OBLIVIOUS: Im very glad its Cliché free, and yeah its kinda hard to be out of character, if they have no memory of their character. Yeah, I figured the romance was going too fast but I needed a bit before I brought on the trauma. ALMOST kissed. Almost is da keyword. *cackles.**
ASSASINATORGIRL: Thanx! FO REALLL BROTHA! LoL. Glad u like it so far!
KAWAIISACCUBUS: Hey thanks for your review, it was helpful. Yes, I was actually aware the romance was going fast, but like I said to Captian Oblivious, it had its purpose, they had to get a lil flirt time in before I returned their memories. I'll try and make more angst, and I'll consider backing off with the creepy-ass diary. Lol maybe It'll just tone down on the remarks. I dunno.
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LAZY: The mistake hath been revealed. Oooooo and yes the book talks. LOL it will probably give them a hard time, especially now with Voldie's plan. IT gets evil-er! MWUAHAHAH, in time though, in time.
PAWS10081: Yay, u didn't think the romance was too fast. Well that's good to know. I tried adding a little angst and all. Hummm I hope it worked. Anyway, I totally just slowed the romance, but oh well its mah story **Cackles again.** I really like cackling.
BABY GOO GOO 2: A lil too fast? Gotcha. Well like I said to PAWS, KAWAII and OBLVIOUS.well u know what I don't wanna repeat it, so just look back at their review thank yous! And thanx for ur review =)
FIREFLY: Hey manda! Ummmmmhummm I want him to be mine too! I wish I could just summon Tom Felton right now. Too bad im a muggle. Glad u think the romance, is good and its cliché free. Woot im out!
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Author's Note: Okay, that was chapter 6. It was much longer than the others. I have some questions for you, it is optional to answer such things.
~ I've never written angst before. Does this chapter sound ANGSTY?
~ Mysterious enough?
~ Long enough? I don't know, are the chapters too short?
~ In Character now that they're memories are back?
~ Is Draco hott? =p (ur answer should be, YES, oF COURSE!) lol.
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In future chapters.
~ Voldemort goes to extremes ~ The troubled relationship of Draco and Mione, continues ~ Where do they go after St.Mungos? ~Who else may they meet? ~
I don't know how this will all tie in yet, and im currently working on what and who I want in chappie 7. And how I want it to happen, so um give me time, I'll try and have it up within a week. Remember, only YOU have the power to press that GO button and gimme a review!
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UNTIL NEXT TIME. . .
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