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Chapter 9

Hermione woke up to the sound of her alarm going off. She grumbled sleepily and turned around, expecting to nuzzle her head into Harry's chest like she usually did, waiting for him to turn it off. She opened her eyes and furrowed her brow at the empty space beside her. Where was he? He was never up this early. Hermione usually dragged his ass out of bed every morning. She got up, turned off the alarm, and walked to the bathroom that her and Harry shared, thinking that maybe he was using the facilities. The bathroom was empty. She walked to the kitchen, thinking that maybe he was being sweet and making her and Nick breakfast. But the kitchen was also empty.

"Harry!" she called out but there was no answer.

"Maybe he went to work early," thought Hermione.

As she walked back into the bedroom, however, she spotted Harry's wand lying on the dresser.

"He never leaves the house without his wand," she said aloud.

Something was fishy and Hermione didn't like it. She performed a search of the whole house, inside and out but there was no Harry. She collapsed on the couch completely puzzled as to where her husband might be.

"He's not at work because he'd take his wand, unless he forgot his wand at home. But then he would come back to get it," thought Hermione. She glanced at her watch. "Holy cow, look at the time. I should get Nick up for school."

She walked into her son's room, shook the sleeping boy lightly and said, "Nick hunny, get up."

Nick's eyes fluttered open. He looked at Hermione and gave her a sleepy smile.

"Good morning mommy," he said sleepily and she ruffled his hair playfully.

"Get dressed and then come to the kitchen for breakfast," she said and she left his room.

Hermione walked into the kitchen and started to put out bowls for cereal when the phone rang.

"Hello?" she said when she picked up the phone.

"Hey Hermione, it's me," said a voice who Hermione recognized as her best friend Sylvia. "What's up?"

"Hey Sylv! Not much just getting some breakfast for Nick before he goes to school," she said as she walked over to the cabinet and got out a few boxes of cereal. "What are you up to?"

"I'm on my way to my nail appointment, actually. I'm going to have them fixed before I go out with Daniel tonight," said Sylvia.

"You're still dating that Daniel guy? Isn't he that hot Slytherin guy you met on the train and gave your virginity too?" Hermione asked and Sylvia giggled into the phone.

"Yeah, and you know what Hermione? I think he's getting ready to propose to me soon!" Sylvia said in a giddy manner.

"Well that's great! I'm really happy for you," Hermione said just as her son Nick walked into the kitchen.

"But hey the reason why I called you was to ask if you wanted to go have lunch with me after my nail appointment. You know so we can catch up on gossip and stuff," said Sylvia.

"Sure that would be great!" Hermione exclaimed as she poured Nick and herself a bowl of Captain Crunch.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Hermione set down the cereal box and shot a confused look towards the front door.

"Awesome, I can't wait," said Sylvia happily.

"I wonder if that's Harry," Hermione wondered out loud.

"What is he lost or something? And why would he be ringing the doorbell anyways? It's his house too," asked Sylvia.

"I woke up this morning and Harry was gone," said Hermione through a mouthful of Captain Crunch. She picked up the bowl of cereal and started walking towards the front door with it. "It was the strangest thing."

"Maybe he had to go into work earlier than usual," suggested Sylvia.

"Nuh uh, he didn't go to work. He left his wand here," said Hermione as she put the phone on her shoulder. "Nick, when you're done eating go brush your teeth."

"Ok mom!" Nick called from the kitchen.

The doorbell rang again right as Hermione was two steps from the door and she yelled, "I'm coming, hold on."

She opened the door and the ceramic cereal bowl she had been holding fell out of her hand and shattered on the ground. There standing on her front door step was Draco Malfoy with his wand pointed right at her heart.

(Ok this takes place earlier, before Draco Malfoy appears at Hermione's place.)

DRACO'S POV

I sat in an overstuffed armchair watching Harry Potter squirm around painfully with a look of amusement on my face. I was doing it because quite frankly I was bored and I wouldn't be capturing his wife until sun up, which was in an hour. I had her capture all planned out. No one was going to suspect anything. I did a few more torture spells and as I watched him squirm around in pain, I burst out laughing.

"Malfoy you are one sick man!" Harry cried out.

The wicked smile was wiped off my face and his torture stopped abruptly. I stood up from my seat and looked down at Harry. He looked up at me, for he was on his knees on the floor with his hands bound behind him. He had no shirt on, just pants, and his chest was fully exposed for me to do my dirty work.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" I said in a voice that sounded like I was trying to control my temper.

"I said you are one sick man, Draco Malfoy," Harry repeated to me through clenched teeth.

I reached down, grabbed Harry around the throat and applied an upward pressure so that he started to choke.

"Never call me that again," I spat. "You may call me Lord Radoc or even Radoc Falmoy, but you will never again call me the name you just called me. Understood?"

I watched as Potter slowly and painfully nodded and I let go of his throat. I got very angry whenever someone mentioned to me the name I used to have. My father was a man I wanted to forget all together. I killed him and changed my name when I rose to power and became more powerful than Voldemort himself. I had to teach Potter a lesson for calling me that. He simply could not get away with just a couple of harsh words.

"I don't think you do," I said to him. "Lentamente tortura."

I watched as the slow torture curse hit Harry and I waited for him to scream out in pain, or beg me to make it stop. I watched as he squirmed around in agony, and watched as lashes appeared across his naked torso. Blood dripped down from the cuts and perspiration poured from his face. I watched as the curse worked its Dark Magic and waited for him to call out or scream, but he never let out a yelp. I waved the curse off of him and got up in his face.

"Aren't you going to scream, Potter?" I sneered.

"I will never show any weakness towards you," Harry spat defiantly in my face.

I hit him hard across the face. I positioned my hand to hit him again but the voice of one of my servants stopped me.

"Master, the first rays of sunlight are appearing," Pansy said when she arrived in the room.

I never really did like Pansy, but as we started spending more time together she grew on me and I started to like her a little more than I used to.

"Thank you, Pansy," I said to her, my hand still in the air. I lowered my hand. "It's time to go. Take him away."

I turned away from Potter and motioned for him to be gone with a wave of my hand.

Goyle came up to Potter just then, grabbed him by his bound hands, and started to drag him away.

"Don't you fucking hurt her!" Harry screamed, struggling against Goyle. "Leave her alone! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!"

I put on my black robes and pulled the hood up.

"Please!" I heard Potter scream out with desperation in his voice.

I turned around, smiled at him mirthlessly and apparated to the front doorstep of the Mudblood's house.

HERMIONE'S POV

"Sylvia I need to call you back later," I said breathlessly.

"Hermione, was that the sound of something breaking? What's going...." I hung up on her.

Draco advanced into my house, his wand still pointed at me, and I backed away to let him in.

"Hello Mrs. Potter," Draco finally said in a cold voice. "I am Radoc Falmoy."

"Mommy, who's at the door?" Nick called out and I closed my eyes in horror as my son appeared at the top of the stairs.

"You have a kid?!?" Draco said in bewilderment. I could obviously tell he didn't expect a kid to be here.

"We have a kid," I whispered and I watched as Draco made a horrified face.

"Are you my daddy?" Nick asked questionably and Draco looked up at him.

"What? No, no way," he said as he glanced from myself to Nick. His wand started to come down and he backed towards the front door. "We did NOT have a child! Stop trying to deceive me!"

"Draco," I whispered as I reached out to touch his face. "I missed you so much. It's been so long."

He regained his composure, swapped my hand away, and slapped me across the face. I heard Nick gasp.

"That is NOT my name, Mudblood bitch," he snapped. "It's Radoc!" I looked at him in horror.

"What has happened to you," I whispered as I held the side of my face.

He reached out and grabbed my long hair, pulling me up the stairs. When he reached the top of the stairs, Nick backed away from him. Draco held out his hand which sported a huge metallic ring with an emerald in the middle and snakes surrounding the gem.

"Both of you grab my ring," Draco demanded.

"Mommy, I don't wanna," Nick said in a whiny voice.

"Tell him to grab my ring NOW! I am the most powerful wizard in the world, I killed Voldemort himself so if he does not grab the ring I will kill him," Draco yelled at me.

"Just grab his ring, sweetie," I said in a soothing voice as I put my hand on the ring.

Nick hesitantly reached out and Draco impatiently grabbed his fragile hand and placed it on the ring. Nick made a whimpering noise.

"Should activate in three, two, one," said Draco.

I heard Nick sob as everything became a big blur and I felt the pulling feeling at the back of my navel. After a few minutes I felt my feet slam into the ground, and I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I saw Nick also had lost his balance for he was also on the floor. He crawled over to me and I took him in my arms and held him as he sobbed.

"Why is he being so mean, mommy?" he asked me.

"Shush darling," I said as Draco gave us both a menacing glare.

"You will stay in here. My servants will attend to any need you have," he said harshly. Then he walked out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.

DRACO/RADOC'S POV

I stormed out of the room in a mad rage. How dare she tell me that that was my child. Then again the kid did look a lot like me. I saw Pansy come out of the kitchen and I grunted. I was not in the mood to see her at the moment.

"A spot of tea, sir?" asked Pansy courteously holding out a teacup as I approached her.

I took it, threw it to the ground, and slapped her harshly across the face.

"Not now, bitch," I snapped.

I had to be alone. I needed somewhere to think. I stormed into my lounge, threw myself down in an armchair, and put my head in my hands. My fingers ran threw my ear length blonde hair as I tried to think back to the past. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember my teen years, I couldn't remember those days I spent at Hogwarts. I couldn't remember anything past the first day that I trained to become who I was now.

"There is no way I have a kid, I do not remember fucking any broads. I especially didn't fuck a Mudblood," I thought to myself angrily.

There was a way to solve my problem, my father was dead but there was another person who could inform me of who I was when I was younger. Narcissa Malfoy. I didn't know why I kept her alive, but I did. Perhaps I had a soft spot after all. I kept her down in my dungeons, sometimes letting her out to serve me, but I found when I let her out she tried to tell me to stop being like my father. I would get upset, torture her and throw her back in the dungeons. But I had to know, I had to know about my past. I just wasn't too fond of letting her out, so I decided to go and see her. I got up and exited the lounge, heading for my dungeons. I grinned in malice as all of my servants dodged out of my way, they must have known that I got upset with Pansy. I entered the dungeon, the door clanging shut behind me and walked past Harry Potter's cell. His arms were manacled above him and he sat on the floor with his head down. Dry blood covered his naked torso and stained his pants. He looked up quickly, however, when the door closed and scowled when he saw me. I came to my mother's cell. She was sitting on the cement floor with her legs crossed Indian style, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and her head down, as if she were in a trance.

"Hello, mother," I said in a harsh tone.

She never looked up. I opened the door and shut myself in with her.

"Hello, son," she whispered in a hoarse voice as she looked up at me.

Her hair was stringy and greasy, framing her thin face. Her clothes were torn, she smelled raunchy, and she was all skin and bones.

"Why did you come here?" she questioned.

"I can do whatever I want, I'm Radoc Falmoy," I spat.

"I don't want to see you," she snapped.

"I have some questions that you will answer for me," I demanded. "Tell me about my younger years. What was I like? Who did I hang out with?"

She sighed and ran her fingers through her disgusting hair.

"I will tell you, but what I say is the truth and if you get mad at me don't take it out on me. You asked me to tell you," she said.

"Fine," I snapped.

"Do you remember attending Hogwarts?" she asked me and I started to shake my head but stopped.

"Yes, I believe I do," I replied. "But I don't remember anything that happened there like who I was friends with or what the people were like there. Oh, but I do remember bullying Harry Potter."

"When you first began Hogwarts you were everything your father wanted you to be. He taught you well. You bullied all the half bloods and were friends with no one but the students in Slytherin. Your reputation around school was the Slytherin Prince. This was how you were for five years of school," said Narcissa.

I had been smiling sinisterly all through her speech until her very last sentence. Then the smile was wiped off of my face.

"Wasn't Hogwarts a seven year school?" I asked and she nodded. "Then what was I like the last two years of school?"

"Well, you changed," she stammered.

"How?" I scowled.

"The winter break of your sixth year you came home and you had changed. You were, nice," she said, whispering the word 'nice'.

"Why?" I demanded.

"I wasn't sure. You acted differently, you didn't show as much interest in the Dark Arts, and you were sending a lot of letters over break. So I became curious. One day I intercepted one of your letters, and I saw that it was addressed to a girl," she said and I froze.

"What type of letter was it?" I asked.

"It was a love letter," she said quietly. "I knew from that moment on why you had changed. You were in love. I never told your father about it, because I never got the chance to fall in love myself. I wanted you to have that opportunity, I wanted you to experience real love. But, unfortunately Lucius found out."

She paused for a minute, studying my facial expressions before she continued.

"Do you remember the summer of your sixth year?" she asked.

"No," I replied. My head was spinning.

"Your father found out about your love by means of several Death Eaters that attended Hogwarts. When you came home from school on the Hogwarts Express, your father saw you with her. For a majority of the summer, you were kept down in the Malfoy dungeon, your father's orders. I tried reasoning with him, tried to get him to change his mind, but ever since you were born he told me that you would be the heir to Voldemort's throne, and keeping you in the dungeon was to teach you a lesson. He tortured you there, Dra---Radoc. I know because I heard your screams. So many nights I sobbed for you, sobbed because I knew your destiny and what you were to become. Sobbed because the girl you loved would no longer be a part of your life after Lucius and Voldemort were through with you," Narcissa said as she started to weep.

I, the most powerful wizard in the world, was speechless.

"You were given orders to kill your beloved, Drac—Radoc. Your father asked Voldemort what you should do in order to get forgiveness. Malfoy's were not supposed to love anyone, especially not half bloods," she whispered.

I snapped.

"What the fuck?!?" I yelled as I scrambled up off of the floor and looked at her with malice. "You lie! I never had any relationship with a Mudblood."

"Feed me the Verisitum potion then if you don't believe me," she said calmly. "Are you going to stay for the rest of the story or are you going to storm out in a fit of rage?"

"Your mom is telling you the truth," Harry chimed in.

"I did not ask for your input, Potter," I bellowed. I turned back to my mom and said, "Finish your story."

"Voldemort told your father that in order to get total forgiveness from him, you must kill the girl. You never did kill her, so he kept you down in the dungeons for the rest of the summer and I had to listen to your screams again. Then when September 1st rolled around he took you to the Death Eater meeting and you became one of them. I wasn't sure at first why you would do that because I knew you were still in love with her, but when Lucius came back that night from the Death Eater meeting he told me all about it. He told me that you were under his spell, under the Imperious, and that he made you receive the mark. He told me that you were still under his spell, and I knew he was up to something. He made you make advances on Pansy right in front of your love. He said he slipped a letter into your pocket and that you would soon become what he's always wanted you to be. Sure enough, right around Christmas time he received a letter from you saying you wanted to be taken out of Hogwarts to train," she said.

"Mother, were you there when I was trained?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No, I wasn't allowed to interfere," she said. "The reason why you don't remember all that I just told you is because he probably did a spell to make you forget everyone who you had come in contact with, except a few people."

"Who is this girl, mother?" I asked.

"Her name is Hermione. Hermione Granger," she responded. My eyes became as wide as saucers.

"I need to leave for awhile," I said suddenly. I was incredibly confused. "Mother you may wonder around the castle while I'm gone. I will have one of my servants on the guard to make sure you don't do anything too rash. If you enter my room the penalty will be death."

I waved my wand and her cell door unlocked.

"When will you be back?" she asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "When I get everything figured out."

And with a swoosh of my robes, I apparated and was gone.

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