Everything To Fight For
Hey guys, sorry about not writing in a while, its just I've been helping load one of my friends on fanfiction and I've also been writing and collecting idea's about another story since this one is going to be ending soon. AWWW! It can't… not my first fanfiction! Well it HAD to happen sometime, didn't it? I mean, I can't lead you guys on forever, without an ending! But don't worry, its not over for a couple chapters to come. Well anyways, I better get started on it then.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, even though I wish to. Do not sue me. Thanks.
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Chapter 13 When You See
Hermione gasped at the hand the tightly clenched around her shoulder and another cold hand that swept over her mouth to keep her from yelling.
"Shh… What are you doing here?" A woman's voice spoke.
Hermione started to speak but the hand stayed over her mouth.
"Wait, we can talk somewhere else."
Hermione was dragged along by this woman, and small candles dimly lit the area just enough where you could see small secret doorways and where the walls were. Hermione could see an outline of the woman. She wore a dress of some sort and her figure was slim and she stood at a medium height. She had long flowing hair, but Hermione couldn't tell how long, or what colour it was.
They reached a door and the woman looked around hastily and then through a tiny hole so that she could see what was going on in that room. Then she turned the handle and slowly crawled through, pulling Hermione with her and throwing her to the floor quickly. Then she ran over and locked the door.
The room they were in was covered in red silk and had a couch and a bed, a couple of tables here and there, and a bookshelf along with very old looking antiques and quite odd looking structures.
It was then that Hermione remembered to look at the woman. She had deep light blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her figure was as slim as Hermione thought it to be, and she was quite small. Her lips were soft and every feature on her seemed to be worked to perfection.
"Narcissa Malfoy!" Hermione gasped.
She looked around warily. "Yes, yes… but keep quiet. I don't want anyone knowing you're here. This place is loaded with Dementors… spells seeking out a muggle born. Half-muggle, mudblood, anything you want to call it. That means they are searching for you. And they will do anything to have you eliminated, in the name of Voldemort." She said quietly.
Hermione stood up. "I don't get it… why would they be doing things like that? Voldemort is dead… he's gone, isn't he?"
Narcissa nodded. "Yes. And for good we hope…. But people are still wanting to do his dirty work."
Hermione nodded. "And you? Your on my side?"
"Look, I don't want to seem to forward with this, but I want you to know that I am not on your side. Well, at least not in the way I wish to be. Luscious has full control over my decisions, without having to really control me. If I were to go against his wishes, I would be killed. Worst of all, Draco would be killed. He is the only thing that matters to me any more. He is my son, after all." She said.
"But you're not angry?" Hermione asked. "He ran away for so long…"
Narcissa cut her off. "And knowing my son, he never told you why." She sighed. "All right, he ran away from us… His family. I was devastated, but I knew it was for the best. He didn't care for his father's work… he was sick of obeying him, acting like him, being like him! He ran away from us, but Luscious wasn't worried. He knew he could find him any time he wanted. He was just waiting for the right time."
Hermione listened carefully to ever word Narcissa spoke.
"Soon, that time came.' Narcissa said. "Voldemorts work was ready to be done. He found Draco, brought his back here and now… and now…" Narcissa started to sob.
Hermione walked over and rubbed her back to comfort her. "What's happening? I need to know." She said softly.
"There- there is nothing you can do… Luscious put a dark curse on him. He is being controlled! He is going to be the next king in the bloodline. When he is crowned he will be controlled by Luscious. There will be no stopping him! He will become as Voldemort was, and he will seek out to kill. He wont stop, and we all will be in danger!" Narcissa said, holding back tears.
Hermione sat down and stared out into the blankness of space. What was she going to do? Stop a path of destruction? And even then, there would be no time to wait around…
Hermione jumped up. "I HAVE IT!"
Narcissa hushed her and asked in a whisper, "What?"
"Sorry…" Hermione said keeping a low voice. "Look, you have to act as if nothing has happened when you are around Luscious and Draco. We are going to stop it before the ceremony. We are going to steal whatever is going to make Draco this powerful. We have to disable it or something…" She trailed off.
Narcissa nodded. "All right. We can do our best and nothing less than that, can't we?"
Hermoine nodded and took her hand. "You must have faith." She said looking her in the eyes. "You must be strong. You mustn't be afraid of something you are about to do, only afraid of what might happen if you chose not to do it."
"I can't do this… I don't have faith in myself, I am too scared." Narcissa whispered.
Narcissa reminded Hermione of a small, frightened child in the darkness of a room. She had never been able to stand up to Luscious before. Now she must, or darkness could take over all they had known to be beautiful.
"Then you must find faith. I give you my faith and I believe in you. God believes in you too, Narcissa." Hermione smiled. "Merlin, we all believe in you! Here is your chance… you don't want to be controlled forever, do you?"
Suddenly, Hermione felt very sick. She fell to the ground and her stomach churned inside her, warning her that she was about to vomit. She groaned and held her side, trying to lift herself from the ground.
"Oh no…" Narcissa said, handing her a wastebasket in which she gratefully took. "Its their spells. They are weakening you…"
Narcissa ran to the shelf and opened a small red box with a key that hung around her neck. She pulled out a chain necklace and a compass that hung around the chain. She walked over to Hermione and hung it around her neck, and instantly she began to feel better.
"This protects you from their curse. But only the muggle seeking curse. They can no longer feel your presence. On the compass, the red arrow points you in the direction of Luscious and Green in the direction of my son. The yellow is me, and the small black one will light up when I want you somewhere, and you can follow its direction. No one knows I have this. The yellow is usually for other people, but I can program it so it locks on to me." Narcissa said smiling.
Hermione smiled. "Thank you."
Narcissa was silent as she looked to the floor. Then she raised her head and her eyes twinkled. "I'm feeling braver now." Narcissa said.
She then hugged Hermione and left down the hall toward Luscious after she had told Hermione some instructions. After she had left Hermione was silently repeating them to herself.
"Leave to the passageway - monitor the arrows – check for Draco – when black lights up follow. Leave to the passageway…" Hermione looked around now silently remembering the instructions in her head until she was positive she knew exactly what to do.
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She saw him sitting in a chair. He was alone. Narcissa must have had something to do with it. His eyes were clear and staring straight ahead. They looked glossed over and they were in a dull grey. His hands gripped the armrests at the sides of the wooden chair as his head tilted on his shoulder. His knuckles were white and he seemed to be eternally struggling, but no movement was shown in his mortal state.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered.
His head shot up. He looked over at her and shook his head.
"You shouldn't be- here…" He said struggling.
"W-what? Draco, I'm here to save you…" Hermione whispered.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Draco said with urgency. His head jerked back as he stood up and his arm twitched. He moved toward her, head lopsided once again. Then his head resumed its regular position. "GET! NOW!" He yelled, but not too loudly.
"Draco… what do you mean?" Hermione asked, on the verge of tears.
Draco's shoulder jumped slightly. "Don't let me touch you." He spat.
Hermione jerked back. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, tears freely falling from her eyes and down her cheeks.
"DON'T- PLEASE-" He said. His voice crackled; it sounded like it was sitting there, dry in his throat.
"Don't you want to come with me?" Hermione asked.
"You have no idea how much…" Draco struggled out. "Muggle born detected." He whispered.
"Shit!" Draco cursed. "I just warned him. RUN. For god's sakes, 'Mione! RUN!"
Hermione walked over to Draco and went to give him a goodbye kiss. He turned his head quickly and jumped back. Hermione dropped her head, looking down.
"Don't touch me… Please…" Draco said with pleading in his voice. His eyes were emotionless; hard and cold.
"Why?" Hermione asked through tears.
Draco looked at his hands. "I can kill you. Now leave." He said.
He turned and looked away toward the chair where he was sitting. Hermione opened the hidden doorway and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"You should never have come here. Hurry and leave. I wish I didn't have to kill you." He said. He put a hand on the chair to steady himself. "Merlin!" He kicked the chair with anger.
Hermione pulled herself through the doorway and ran. She ran through the darkness with sharp turns and breaths. Her hair blew in all directions about her face as tears streaked down her cheeks and neck. She silently sobbed and gasped in for air as her heart shattered into a million pieces and they were scattered about the infinite darkness.
There was no way out of her misery. There was no way she could explain the pain and terror of her heart in words that anyone was able to understand. She didn't even understand it. She couldn't stop crying. Each tear was like another memory and feeling, shattered about the ground.
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Hermione fell through the open door.
"What's happened?" Narcissa asked in urgency.
"Nothing… its Draco. He's so controlled and well… he couldn't touch me or else he would kill me and he's telling me to leave. I think I should, but if I do… power will be restored to him. And if I don't, he will be angry with me and I shall die. But I will die for him." Hermione answered.
Narcissa nodded. "I've managed to distract Luscious from going straight to him, but there is no doubt he will be there soon so we cant go back at this moment."
"I just…" Hermione broke down again, crying and falling to her knees, hugging herself. "I just don't know what to do… what do I do?"
Narcissa shrugged. "We will think of something. Don't cry."
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A/N:
WOW! Again, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! I haven't updated in so long, its just I have been terribly busy and I was hardly ever home at one point and then there was that one time where all my projects were due at the same time and all of those tests… thank god that's over! Anyways, I have to get writing for my other story and update it and well, I'm really behind schedule with this so I'll update soon, just not exactly right away. Sorry again.
Your friend, Kit.