Due to excessive pleading from all of my wonderful reviewers, I decided to sit down and write the tenth chapter! Yeah! By the way, I changed some things in the 8th chapter and revised some stuff in recent chapters. So if anything is confusing that's why. Now I would like to thank all my reviewers individually:
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Chapter 10- Radoc Searches For More Information
Hermione brushed Nick's blonde hair away from his tearstained face, sighed, and looked at the child in her arms. He looked so much like his father.
"Mommy, was that the man in the picture?" Nick asked her. "Why was he so mean to us?"
"Sweetheart, that wasn't your father," I whispered to him. "That picture was taken eight years ago, your father looks different now."
I knew that it was Draco. I didn't want my child thinking that he was a mean father who wanted nothing to do with him.
"Why are we here, mommy?" he asked.
"I don't know, baby. Mommy will take care of things," Hermione said in a soothing voice.
Hermione got up off the floor and examined the fairly small room that they were being kept hostage in. The room had no windows or doors, the only door that she saw was one that had no doorknob. There was a queen sized bed, a dresser, a toilet, shower and a sink all placed around the room. She looked up at the ceiling and saw that the only things lighting the room were two, bare light bulbs. She walked over to the door that had no doorknob and saw to her right that there was a red button. She pushed it. A slot near the top of the door opened and a pair of eyes glared at her.
"What do you want?" the voice asked harshly.
"Why are we here?" she asked the person on the other side.
"Because Lord Radoc needs you," came the gruff response.
"Tell me why," she said angrily.
"I don't know, lady. I was ordered to keep you in this room and feed you when you got hungry. I don't know what the Dark Lord wants with you or your son," came his response. "Now, do you need anything or not?"
"Yes, actually we're quite hungry," she said.
"Alright, alright, fine," grumbled the man and he closed and locked the slot by the top of the door.
Minutes ticked away as Hermione patiently waited for the man to get back with some food. Finally a slot about as big as a doggy door appeared by the bottom of the door and a plate containing a single loaf of bread was placed on the floor. Then the slot was closed and locked again.
"That is it!?! A single loaf of bread?!? There are two of us in here you know!!" Hermione yelled at the closed door.
She picked up the plate and walked to where Nick was sitting. He had gotten up off of the floor and was now sitting on the queen sized bed, watching his mom.
"Here you are, sweetie. It was all the man gave to me," she said as she handed Nick the bread.
Suddenly the trap door opened again and a glass of milk was set on the floor along with a plate of cookies and then it was closed. Hermione walked over, took the milk, and then went back over to Nick and set the glass down on the small table near the bed.
"Don't get crumbs or spill milk on the bed," Hermione said.
"When can we go home?" Nick asked with his mouth full of bread.
"I don't know hunny," Hermione said as she grabbed the plate of cookies and bit into one. After a couple of chews however she spit it out and said, "These cookies are dry."
"This bread is kinda gross," Nick confessed yet he still ate the bread.
Hermione took a sip of the milk and made a face.
"The milk tastes weird, but not bad," she said. "But since it's the only thing we have I want you to drink it, OK?"
"What will you drink mommy?" asked Nick as his feet swung out and then hit the edge of the bed. "You can have some of my milk."
Hermione shook her head, "No thanks, I'm not thirsty."
"How come they are treating us like this?" Nick questioned and Hermione sighed and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Because they are being mean," came her response.
"Well that's not very nice," said Nick as he took a gulp of milk.
"No, it's not. Hopefully everything will be sorted out soon and we can go home," Hermione said.
Just before she finished her sentence, a pop signaling someone Apparating into the room was heard and a cold, masculine voice said, "Home? I think not."
DRACO/RADOC'S POV
Before I left, I had to see if my mother was right about the girl who I had apparently loved when back in school. Hermione Granger. That name sounded so familiar. Maybe the woman I captured would be able to tell me a little about this girl, Hermione. I apparated from my mother's cell to the room that I was keeping her and her son, and arrived just in time to hear her talk about going home.
"Home?" I said in a cold voice. "I think not."
Her son made a whimpering noise but she stormed up to me yelling, "Why the hell are you keeping us here for! You have no right to keep us here!" Then she turned to her son and said, "Nick, stay on the bed and whatever happens, don't get off!"
"Watch your mouth, Mrs. Potter. You have a PG audience," I said gesturing to her son.
"Earmuffs, Nick," she told her son and he covered his ears with both hands.
"Tell me right now why the fuck you are keeping us here you selfish bastard," she yelled in my face then she gave her son the ok sign and he removed his hands.
"I'll make you a deal," I growled as I looked down upon her furious face. "I'll answer your questions if you will answer mine."
She sighed, crossed her arms, and said, "Fine. Answer my questions first."
"Alright," I said in the calmest voice I could manage. "You were brought here because your husband, Harry has a very strong power. It was given to him by Lord Voldemort and I want it. I obviously couldn't turn him to the Dark Side so I did lots of research these past years and found a way to transfer his power to me. It is a simple potion that should be drunk in the light of a full moon. When I brought him here he was worried about his wife. You. In order for the potion to be complete, I needed the blood of an innocent woman. Hence why you are here."
She looked at me with complete malice written over her face as she said in a shaky voice, "And why do you need my son?"
"Actually, I don't. I didn't expect you to have a son," I told her.
"You don't know who I am, do you?" she asked me.
"Of course I know who you are. You are Mrs. Potter, Harry's wife," I said in a stern voice.
"Don't you know what my first name is?" she asked me.
"No, I don't need to know useless information such as that about the people I'm going to kill," I snapped at her. "But fine, if you want me to know your first name, please tell me."
"It's Hermione," she said in almost a whisper as she brushed a strand of her wavy hair away from her face.
"What?!" I said flabbergasted. "No, no way. You're last name is Potter."
"I married Harry and took his last name, but my maiden name is Granger," she said and I took a few shocked steps back. It was her. It was the girl that my mom was talking about.
"Bloody hell," I whispered as I turned away from her and brushed my hand through my blonde hair.
"Oh Draco," she whispered and she reached out and touched my shoulder.
"It's Radoc!" I yelled as I spun around and slapped her hand away. I heard the kid gasp.
"You don't remember anything?" she asked me. "Not one thing from our seventh year at Hogwarts?"
"No," I told her shakily. I was starting to break down. I couldn't show weakness, I was Lord Radoc Falmoy, the most powerful wizard since Voldemort. So I said it again in a firmer voice, "No, I remember nothing. I remember the things taught to me at Hogwarts and bullying Harry Potter, but I don't remember you."
She sighed and I saw tears forming in her eyes as she said, "I knew this would happen." She paused for a second and then blurted out, "We loved each other Draco! Isn't love supposed to be stronger than evil?"
My eyes burned with anger and I slapped her across the face. I could hear her kid sobbing.
"No! No!" I yelled harshly as she lay at my feet sobbing and holding the side of her face. "I never loved you, Mudblood. I think you are mistaking me for someone else."
"No, I loved you!" she half screamed, half sobbed. "It was you! You took my virginity! We were so caught up, so enraptured with one another we forgot to perform the necessary spells! You got me pregnant, Draco! And over there sitting on the bed is our child!" She pointed to Nick.
"Shut up! Just shut up! I didn't, I couldn't have!" I yelled. My mind was spinning.
"It's true! I married Harry because you left to become the Dark Lord. I didn't want you to go, I pleaded you to think it over or go to Dumbledore, but you had the mark. The mark that made you Voldemort's slave, his puppet," she yelled from her position on the floor.
I kicked her hard in the stomach and yelled, "Don't you ever talk that way about Voldemort again! He was a respectful wizard. I had to kill him so he wouldn't get in the way, so I could be more powerful."
"He made you evil, Draco! He made you forget anyone who had any importance in your life. He brainwashed you so that you would forget me!" she cried.
"Come with me, now," I said as I grabbed her by the shirt and yelled for the door to be opened. The servant who was guarding the door opened it quickly.
"Wait, what about Nick?" she screamed.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine. My servants will tend to him," I said.
"Mommy!" Nick cried out. "Where are you taking her you evil man! Mommy don't leave me!"
"No, you can't just leave him here!" she yelled and she started to struggle against me. I grabbed her forearm, dragged her out the door and shut it. "Stop it you bastard let me go!"
I let go of her and pushed her down the hallway, heading for the dungeons. A couple of my servants peeked around the corner or out of a doorway to see what the commotion was about.
"Come now, Hermione. We have business to tend to," I said curtly.
She whirled around and screamed, "You said you would never forget me! You said you would love me forever but you lied to me! I hate you!"
I turned her around and grasped both of her forearms forcefully to guide her for the rest of the way. She was getting quite feisty.
"Where are we going," she demanded.
"To see your husband," I said.
When we got to the dungeon door, my servant opened it for us and I dragged her inside. When she saw Harry, however she yanked out of my grasp and ran up to his cell screaming his name.
"Harry, oh my god, what did he do to you?" she cried. "How badly did he hurt you?"
"Hermione!" Harry said. "You're here."
"Open the door," she yelled at me. I waved my wand and the door unlocked. She opened the door and ran inside.
"Harry, oh Harry," she sobbed as she held his face and kissed him. "Yes, I'm here. I'm so sorry he did this to you."
I arrived in the door way of his cell and they both glared at me.
"Let him go," she said. I waved my wand, said a spell, and his manacles unlocked.
Harry cried out as he brought his sore arms down and rubbed the place where the chains had been attached.
"Where is your shirt? What are these scars on your body and oh Harry why are you so bloody?" she asked Harry.
My two burliest, strongest servants appeared by my side just then and I was glad they heard me summon them. It was just a short wave of my wand that told them I needed to be guarded, just in case the two of them tried anything.
Harry took Hermione in his arms and said, "Never mind me. What about you? Did he hurt you?"
She thought for a second before she replied, "No, he didn't."
"Potter," I said gruffly. I had had enough of their sappy reunion. He looked up to me and glared. "Is what my mother said true?"
"You mean what she said about you and Hermione?" asked Harry and I nodded.
"Yes, what she said was true. I had a huge crush on Hermione back then, but I never thought she would be able to love me since she loved you so much. But when you left, turned evil and broke her heart, I was there for her," Harry responded as he snaked his arm around Hermione's waist.
"No, it's not, it can't be true," I said. "I'm not satisfied."
"What would satisfy you then? What could we do so that you would believe that we are not lying?" asked Hermione.
"I want proof," I said calmly.
"So, you're saying you want to go back in time?" questioned Harry.
"Possibly," I said.
"Or," Hermione said. "Harry, remember the Pensive that Dumbledore gave you for your birthday when we were in school?"
"Oh that old thing, yeah. I never used it so I gave it to you," said Harry and Hermione nodded.
"Yes, you did. And that was at the end of our seventh year that you gave it to me," said Hermione.
"Do you still have it?" asked Harry and Hermione nodded.
"It's in the attic of our house," she replied.
"What is a Pensieve?" I asked curiously.
"It contains my memories and thoughts," she replied. "I used it a lot the last semester of my seventh year, after you left Draco."
"What does it do?" I commanded.
"Shows you all of my memories that I put into it," said Hermione.
"So lets go then," said Harry. "If Radoc wants proof, show him proof. Let him go inside of the Pensieve."
Hermione looked at Harry questioningly. Then asked, "Harry, are you sure?"
Harry looked at her sadly and nodded his head.
"Alright," I said. "Well I can Apparate there but what are you two going to do? You don't have wands."
"Do you have any brooms?" asked Harry. "We'll fly there."
Hermione looked petrified.
"Yes, of course I have brooms," I growled. "Crabbe! Goyle! Bring me three brooms."
"Just two actually, Hermione and I will share. She doesn't know how to fly," said Harry.
"Make that two brooms," I yelled and my two servants hurried away.
They came back five minutes later, each with a broom in their hand. I took them from them and handed a broom to Harry.
"Let's go," I said. "And no funny business."
The two of them nodded and I motioned for them to go ahead of me. They walked out of the cell, and my two servants led the way to the nearest door. I took up the rear. We walked up a staircase, for the dungeons were in the basement, walked down a few hallways, and finally came upon one of the many doors in the castle. My two servants opened the door for us and I nodded to them both as I exited. The sun was about to set so the sky was painted with a multitude of color. I straddled my broom and watched as Harry got on and Hermione got on behind him and grabbed him around his waist.
"I don't know how to get home from here, so you're going to have to lead the way Radoc," said Harry. "Remember? I was knocked out."
I sighed and said, "It's not that far away. Just fly keep on flying south and you'll soon recognize where you are. I'll shout to you directions if I need to."
"Ok, then," said Harry and he kicked off of the ground.
I watched as Hermione closed her eyes tightly and gripped Harry even more firmly around the waist. I kicked off as well and we directed our brooms south, towards the Potter's house, and flew away with Harry leading the way.
This looks like a good spot to end a chapter! Lots of drama in this chapter tho, huh? Hermione tells Draco/Radoc about their relationship yet he denies it because he doesn't have proof. When he goes to Hermione's house, what will happen there? Who will be waiting there for them and what will Draco/Radoc remember? Will he continue being the Dark Lord or will Hermione melt his heart of stone? What will happen to Harry? The only way to find out is to keep reading! I'll post the next chappie soon, I promise! I know where I'm going with this story! (that is actually very good for me, I tend to have HORRIFIC writers block!)
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