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Chapter 8-What happened?

After dinner, he came to the common room, plopped on the couch, and fell asleep.

"You will join me, Draco. I will not accept 'no' for an answer. If you do happen to answer 'no', I will make you do something you will regret.

"No, I will never join you!"

"I warned you, IMPERIO!"

'Go get a knife, go get a knife, GO GET A KNIFE…alright, alright, I'm going…now walk up to the mudblood…what mudblood? I don't see any mudbloods…Hermione Granger, sitting in the armchair, reading a book…okay, I'm here, now what…STAB HER, KILL HER…why? She didn't do anything wrong…'

"Oh my gods, Draco. What are you doing?"

He was lowering the knife on her, ever so slowly.

"Draco, you wouldn't do this. What's wrong? DRACO! Don't do this!"

'Karkaroff, stop! I demand you release this curse off me right this instant…damn, you resisted it. I will get you, Draco. Mark my words, I will…'

Suddenly, his eyes rolled back, and stared directly at her.

"Mya, I'm so sorry! Someone put the Imper-, sorry Mya. I'm really tired. I'm going to bed."

"Oh no you're not," Hermione said as she grabbed Draco's arm. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me exactly what's going on."

"No, you won't understand."

"Try me."

"Alright, but you asked for it. I'll start at the beginning.
"Last year, Lord Voldemort was forever defeated. My father, his right hand man, died along with him."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Draco."

"I'm not telling this to you to be interrupted by sympathy. You wanted to know what happened, so I'm telling you. And by the way, my father was a bastard and deserved to die-"

"Draco!"

"What?"

"He was your father. How could you say that?"

"You obviously didn't know him."

"Oh, I knew him better than you think."

"But I bet you didn't know that he regretted being my father and beat me whenever I did something wrong or reminded him of his mistake."

"I'm so sorry, Draco. I didn't know."

"Yeah, well, not many did. Getting back to my story.
"Ever since Voldemort died, the former Professor Karkaroff…I'm sure you remember him from forth year. Durmstang's old headmaster?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well, it turns out that his real name is Rold Tormdelov. He is really Lord Voldemort's twin. As you probably figured out, his name is Lord Voldemort scrambled.

Again, Hermione nodded.

"Well, Tormdelov took over once Voldemort was defeated. Since I was the heir to Lord Voldemort, somehow, I am also heir to Tormdelov. It's all very confusing. Now, Tormdelov has been visiting me: on the train and just now. He wants me to join him, and when I refuse, he does horrible things to the people I love and myself.
"Now that you know, can I go to bed?"

"Um... okay. See ya tomorrow. 'Night"

"Good night."

They both went into their rooms after a very hard day.

Sry 4 the evilly short chapter (mwa hahaha!) Please forgive me pouts with tear rolling down cheek.I just thought that there was a whole bunch of info in this chapter and I didn't wanna go too fast. Thx for reading

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