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Chapter 12- Draco Remembers
Hermione Granger stood transfixed to the spot, relinquishing all thoughts of Harry from her mind as she kissed her beloved. She was in heaven again, birds chirped, and angels sang it seemed when he kissed her back. It was her and Draco in a dream land, there was no evil, no one to separate them this time. Then her moment was ruined when he broke the kiss and started yelling out in pain, holding his head as he did so. She asked him again and again what was wrong, but he didn't respond. She thought that maybe he was playing with her head and he was faking it, but the expression on his face told her that he wasn't. His eyes were scrunched shut as if in excruciating pain and he was perspiring horribly. Then she watched in horror as he collapsed to the floor and she let out a startled scream, bending down beside his limp form as she did. She heard footsteps on the stairs and Harry came bursting into the room with his wand raised.
"What's the matter? Did he hurt you?" he breathlessly spit out.
Hermione was sitting cross-legged on the floor with Draco's head in her lap when Harry arrived, and when he saw that Hermione wasn't in trouble he lowered his wand.
"No, I'm OK, Harry. Will you do me a favor?" Hermione asked as she brushed Draco's sweaty hair away from his face.
"Yeah, sure," he responded.
"Will you go to the kitchen, take a rag, and wet it with cold water for me please?" she asked.
Harry nodded and left.
Hermione looked down at Draco's sweaty face and smiled. He had kissed her! It had been so long since they had last kissed and she almost forgot how wonderful it was to kiss him. Of course Harry wasn't that bad of a kisser either, but this man who she was looking at was her soul mate! She had been waiting for so long for him to come back to her. Suddenly, Draco scrunched his eyes up in pain again and twisted around in all sorts of directions from his position in Hermione's lap. She took her hand and placed it in his, giving it a brief squeeze. His hand tightened in a death grip around her hand and she winced at the tremendous amount of pressure. At this point, Draco's face was really sweaty and Hermione was relieved when Harry came back up the stairs with a wet rag in his hand. He handed it to her, she said thank you, and he walked back down the stairs to re-join the others. She placed the cold rag on his forehead and she watched as his whole body relaxed. Dabbing his head with the cloth, she thought about what she would say to him when he woke up. The more important question in her head was, "Did he remember or not?" His eyes fluttered open as he came around and he sat up, letting go of Hermione's hand. His hand went to his head and he rubbed his temple a couple of times as he tried to remember where he was.
"Draco?" Hermione cautiously whispered.
He looked very confused as he turned around, looked at her questioningly and asked, "Hermione, you're here. What happened?"
She looked back at him and asked, "Did you see all of my memories that were in the Pensieve?"
"Why would I need to look at your memories?" he asked.
Hermione looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face as she replied, "You don't remember? You asked for proof that I was your girlfriend, so I took you up to my attic so you could look in my Pensieve."
"Why would I need proof? I know that you are my girlfriend; I remember having passionate sex with you on my bed for goodness sake. What are you talking about looking in a Pensieve, and why am in your attic?" Draco asked, scratching his head in a bewildered state.
"You remember that day?" she asked.
"Heck yeah, you were great," he chuckled and she blushed.
"Ok, so what is the last thing that you remember?" Hermione asked him, looking straight into his blue eyes.
"Uh," he replied as he put his head in one of his hands, trying to think. "I was in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. My father, Lucius, was going to put a curse on me that would make me forget...you. Where is my father anyways? And what happened to Voldemort?"
"Not sure, they disappeared and everyone assumed that they were dead," replied Hermione.
"Dead?!?" he exclaimed. "Who killed them?"
"I'm pretty sure you did," she whispered.
"I did?" he asked, taken aback.
"Yes."
"How did I manage that? I would have remembered if I killed them. You look older than I remember," Draco pointed out as he looked at Hermione.
"It's been eight years," she replied and a stunned look came upon his face.
"Eight years?!?" he repeated incredulously. "Are you sure? That can't be right."
"Yes, we haven't seen each other for eight years. You don't remember anything from the past eight years, do you?" Hermione asked and he shook his head. "Draco, tell me what happened in the dungeons of the Manor. What did your father do to you?"
"He...he was going to put a curse on me so that I would forget you. That's all I remember," said Draco. "He said the curse would teach me a lesson and make me become everything he's ever wanted me to be. What happened to me Hermione?"
She looked at this man who sat before her sadly, her eyes transfixed on his eyes, which were full of worry and curiosity. He remembered her and the relationship that they had, but he really didn't remember anything from these past eight years? All of a sudden, the door crashed open and she heard many footsteps pounding up the stairs. Hermione and Draco both scrambled up off the floor and he put both of his arms around her, like he was protecting her. She was surprised at his action, yet comfortable with it at the same time. Neville and Ron appeared at the top of the stairs just then, followed by Harry.
"Are you Mr. Radoc Falmoy?" Ron asked as he glared at Draco.
HARRY'S POV
I was downstairs pacing back and forth in front of the attic door, waiting for Hermione and Radoc to finish. My finger nails were bit down to the absolute lowest for I kept putting them in my mouth out of nervousness. What was taking them so long? It had been a couple of hours since they went upstairs. Ginny had already left awhile ago because she had to go to work at the Ministry, and Daniel had to go to Quiddich practice since he was a Beater for the Chudley Cannons. I took one of my hands and brushed it through my soft, raven locks, wondering what would happen if Radoc remembered. If he remembered, I would loose the only women who I ever really loved, the women who meant everything to me. I secretly hoped in my head that he didn't remember, but then what would happen? Would we be his prisoners again? Would I be tortured by him just for his amusement? As I paced, Sylvia Thomas came up to me, followed by Ron Weasley, Cho Chang and Neville Longbottom.
"Harry, what is going on?" she asked me. "Who is that man?"
"What happened to you, mate?" Ron asked me curiously.
I took a deep breath and sighed. I had been silent ever since Radoc and Hermione had gone upstairs. I was dealing with my emotions and inner demons, but now it was time to tell them what happened.
"That man was Draco Malfoy," I told them and Sylvia gasped, putting her hand up to her mouth in shock.
"No way," she breathed.
"Oh my God," I heard Cho say.
"He is the new Dark Lord, more powerful than Voldemort himself, or so he says. Don't call him Draco though because he gets really mad. He changed his name to Radoc Falmoy," I said.
"So he really did go through with it," Sylvia said in astonishment. "I never thought he'd do it, I mean, he loved Hermione way too..." she said then stopped abruptly when she saw the look on my face.
"Yes, he did go through with it," I snapped. "He wanted my power, which is why he had one of his servants come to take me away from my home in the middle of the night."
"So he kidnapped you?" Ron asked me and I nodded. "What power did he want?"
"He said it was a power that Lord Voldemort transferred to me when he tried to kill me as a baby. I couldn't use it when I was younger, and the older I became the stronger it got. The only way that it could be used, is if I join the Dark Side. Apparently it's some sort of huge Killing Curse. He could gain a lot of power and control from it if he got a hold of it," I told them. "Well of course I refused to give it to him, so he became angry and tortured me."
"So what happened to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named anyways? The Ministry is still on the hunt for him and we are also investigating the disappearance of Lucius Malfoy," Neville asked.
I shrugged and said, "I didn't see them while I was held captive. If he did kill them, he managed to keep it a secret. He probably wanted my power so that he could strike fear in everyone's hearts once again, so he could introduce himself as the next Dark Lord. Remember how it had been rumored in all the papers that Dark Magic disappeared from the Wizarding World all together? It is my theory that he made the two of them disappear, for a reason."
Suddenly, I heard a loud thump, as if someone fell, from upstairs, and Hermione started screaming.
"Oh my God, Hermione!" I exclaimed.
"Should we come up with you? Is he upstairs?" asked Neville.
"No, stay down here," I yelled at them as I yanked open the attic door and rushed up the stairs, taking two at a time. I didn't want them interfering. If that fucker had hurt Hermione, I wanted to be the one to curse that bastard's face off the first chance I got.
I whipped out my wand as I neared the top, my mind spinning with bad thoughts of what might have happened to her.
Finally I reached the top, a little out of breath and panted, "What's the matter? Did he hurt you?"
The sight that I saw surprised me. There was Hermione sitting cross-legged on the floor with Radoc's head in her lap. Radoc was unconscious, or so it seemed, and he was sweating profusely.
"No, I'm OK, Harry. Will you do me a favor?" Hermione asked me.
"Yeah, sure," I replied.
"Will you go to the kitchen, take a rag, and wet it with cold water for me please?" she asked.
I nodded and started back down the stairs. I didn't know if he remembered or not, but one thing was for sure. Something that he saw in the Pensieve caused him to black out. Did that mean he actually remembered? As I reached the downstairs, three curious faces looked questionably at me.
"Don't interrupt them just yet," I told Neville and Ron. "Radoc is unconscious."
They nodded and I headed off to the kitchen to retrieve a rag. Turning on the water and watching it soak the rag I was holding, thoughts of anger invaded my head. I hated the fact that Hermione was taking care of the unconscious Radoc. This man had tortured me for pure amusement and now she was being nice and sympathetic to him. What made me hate him even more was that I knew deep down in my heart that Hermione had loved him more than me all along. I squeezed out the excess water in the rag and made my way back upstairs to give Hermione the rag. As I passed Sylvia, Cho, Neville and Ron, they stopped talking to look at me.
Sylvia then asked, "Is she ok?"
I nodded and made my way upstairs. When I reached the top, the both of them were in the same position as before, although this time Radoc was convulsing and Hermione was holding his hand. I felt a surge of jealousy and anger flow through me when I saw their linked hands, but calmly handed Hermione the wet rag and left. I heard her say thank you as I started to walk down the stairs, but I didn't respond. When I exited, I walked the short distance to the wall in front of me and placed my hands upon it, resting my head against the wall. I sighed, put my back against the wall, and slid down it, crunching my knees up and resting my head upon them. Ron crouched down beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Do you want to finish telling us what happened, mate?" he asked me and I nodded, looking up at him. "Ok, let me see if I got this all straight so far. Draco Malfoy turned to the Dark Side, he is now the Dark Lord and he changed his name to Radoc Falmoy. He captured you because he wanted your power, which is this huge Killing curse, and tortured you when you refused."
I nodded again.
"So how did he end up here in your attic?" Sylvia asked.
"He also captured Hermione and Nick," I told them. "The first night he captured me I was worried about her, so I blurted out to him that I was worrying about my wife. He was going to make a potion that would transfer my power to him, and the only thing left he needed was the blood of an innocent girl. So when morning came, he went back to the house and confronted Hermione. He didn't expect the boy to be there, but he had to cover up his tracks. He couldn't leave the boy. I think he had a Port Key and that's how he transferred them both back to his castle, I'm not sure. Anyways, Hermione must have said something to him about their previous relationship, because he visited his mother, who he was keeping prisoner, and asked her if she knew anything about his past. She told him all about Hermione, he denied her, and went to her and myself to ask if what his mother said was true. He still didn't believe us, and he told us that he needed proof. Hermione remembered that I gave her a Pensieve, which she kept all her memories in since the day Draco left her. So we brought Radoc back here and now he's up in the attic with Hermione and the Pensieve."
"Wow, that is some story," Neville said after a brief pause.
"Harry, I don't mean to offend you, and I know you love Hermione very much. But why the hell did you bring Draco...er Radoc back here to remember the relationship he had with her?" Ron piped up.
"She was never really happy with me. Even though she said she was, deep down I don't think she ever was. Radoc wanted proof, and I thought that maybe if he remembered he wouldn't be so evil. He was so cold hearted that I figured if he saw Hermione's thoughts of them together, he would soften up," I told them, tears forming in my eyes. I quickly tried to brush them away.
"Even if Draco...or Radoc...whatever his name is, does remember, he will still have to pay for the consequences of his actions. Do you have proof that he tortured you?" Neville asked me.
I stood up and took off my shirt just then, revealing the dirty work on my torso that Radoc did. I heard Sylvia and Cho gasp.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron said when he saw my shirtless body. "Let's go arrest that son of a bitch."
Neville nodded and looked at me.
"Let's go," I said firmly as I put back on my shirt. "I lost her to him once, I'm not going to loose her again."
"Girls stay down here," Ron told Sylvia and Cho. "This could get ugly."
The three of us, with Neville and Ron in the lead, pounded open the attic door and ran up the stairs. When we all reached the top, Radoc was holding Hermione in his arms, like he was shielding her from someone. I looked around but saw nothing threatening in the room.
"Are you Mr. Radoc Falmoy?" Ron asked, glaring ferociously at him.
"My name is Draco Malfoy," came his response as he looked at Neville with a confused look on his face.
I was confused. When he went upstairs with Hermione he was Radoc Falmoy and now he was Draco Malfoy?
"Don't play dumb with me," Neville said dryly. "Explain why you did this to Harry. Harry lift up your shirt, mate."
I lifted up my shirt for all to see and Draco gasped, backing up unsteadily into Hermione. She steadied him and I saw that she was holding his hand.
"I...I didn't do that," he said pointing at my chest, looking very confused.
"You liar! You fucking liar! You kidnapped Harry, his wife Hermione, and their son Nick! You wanted Harry's Killing power so that you could rise to power as the next Dark Lord!" Ron exclaimed his face flushed.
"Ron...wait," Hermione said.
"Hermione don't interfere!" Ron yelled.
"What?" Draco questioned. "Hermione, you and Harry...you got married?"
I watched as he moved away from her and let go of her hand.
"You left me Draco! You joined the Dark Side! You forgot all about me for eight years!" she exclaimed and Draco gaped at her.
Neville went over to Draco at that moment and harshly pulled back the right sleeve of his robe, revealing the Dark Mark.
"You are one of them," he said gruffly as he let go of Draco's robes. "We're still hunting those with his mark burned on their arms. Mr. Radoc Falmoy, you are under arrest, for the capture of Harry, Hermione, and Nick Potter, the torture and mistreatment of Harry, and for doing the Dark Lord's dirty work back when he was still powerful."
"But my father, he put the Imperious on me...you have to understand! I don't remember! Hermione tell them! You believe me, right?" Draco yelled out in a panicky voice.
"Please, wait, listen to me! He doesn't remember! He was under a curse, and he didn't know what he was doing! He was the victim of his father's Dark Magic!" Hermione yelled as Neville put Draco's hands behind his back, tying them with unbreakable magical bonds.
"Hermione, do you realize you are defending a criminal?!?" Ron cried out. "He kidnapped you, your son, and your husband, tortured your husband even, he has the mark of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named which means he sold himself to the Dark Side, and now you are defending him saying he doesn't remember?!?"
"He doesn't even know what day of the week today is!" she cried out. "He was under illegal Dark Magic curses, cast on him by his father! Please just give me five minutes with him, and then you can do what you need to with him."
"Five minutes is all you get," Neville said coldly.
He then motioned for Ron and I to group over in the corner of the attic while Draco and Hermione talked.
END HARRY
POV
HERMIONE'S POV
I shuffled Draco, whose hands were bound, over to one side of the attic to talk to him. I knew that he would have to possibly go to Azkaban because of what he had done, but there was a possibility I could get him out of a life sentencing in that horrendous place. I looked up at him and gazed into his blue eyes, which were full of confusion and worry.
"I want you to think back to that time in the Manor's dungeons, when your father was about to put the curse on you. Do you remember the name of the curse?" I asked him.
Draco shook his head and said, "But I do remember what he said about it. He said that the curse was rarely used, and only his most advanced Dark Magic book along with some help from Voldemort, would help him perform the curse correctly. Hermione, am I going to Azkaban?"
I sighed, looked down at my shoes and said, "For a little while, yes."
"But I didn't do anything," he said.
"Yes, Draco you did. You don't remember it, but everything they said you did was true," I told him.
"But I didn't mean to!" he said to me. I could tell he was starting to get panicky.
"I know, listen to me. I will find a way to get you out as soon as possible. I don't know how long it will take me, but I will be there when you are prosecuted by the Ministry," I whispered to him. "They are going to sentence you and hopefully I can get you out of a life sentencing. I lost you once and I'm going to do everything in my power not to loose you again."
"Five minutes are up! Time for you to go where you belong," Neville yelled at Draco as he walked towards us. He shoved me away and grabbed one of Draco's arms firmly, dragging him towards the stairs. Ron helped him, grabbing his other arm in a firm grip. They practically shoved him down the stairs and I turned to Harry.
"Harry!" I said as I approached him, grabbing onto his forearm. "Don't let them take him away! Please believe me, he was under a Dark spell!"
Harry yanked his arm away from me harshly and said, "It's for his own good. He should pay for what he did."
I looked up at Harry and saw the hate burning in his eyes. My eyes filled with tears as I backed away from him.
"Fine!" I screamed at him. "I'll prove it he was under an illegal curse, you wait and see!"
Then I stormed past him, down the stairs, past the living room where Ron and Neville were Flooing Draco to Azkaban, out the front door, and to the library.
END HERMIONE'S POV
HARRY'S POV
I watched as the woman I loved stormed past me, tears overflowing onto her face, and down the attic stairs. She pushed open the door and slammed it shut behind her with a great force. I walked down the stairs slowly and then heard the front door slam shut. As I exited the attic, I shut my eyes and sighed, softly closing the door behind me. I thought that at this point she would have been over Draco, but apparently she was still head over heels for him. I walked into the living room where Neville and Ron were getting ready to take Draco, who looked very worried, to Azkaban.
"Hey mate, just so you know, you'll need to come to court Monday night. That's two days from now. I will give you the exact time to show up a little later. You will need to attend to testify and we'll need the evidence on your body. You should, if you can, take a picture so that the Minister can see the damage he did to you," Ron said to me as soon as I walked in.
"I didn't do that," Draco whispered. "I couldn't have."
"Shut up," Neville snapped. "You did."
I nodded and they pushed Draco into the fireplace.
"I will owl you the exact time to come on Sunday," Ron told me and I nodded again. "You did the right thing, Harry."
I gave Ron a shaky smile as he took a handful of floo powder.
"I didn't do that to Harry," I heard Draco repeat, as though he were trying to convince himself.
The both of them rolled their eyes and then Ron yelled, "Azkaban prison!"
All three of them disappeared with a green poof and I was left alone to deal with my thoughts. Then it hit me like a bag of bricks. Nick, my son, was still being held captive at Radoc's castle! I sprinted out the back door, found the brooms still propped up by the door, mounted a boom, and took off into the night sky, praying that I could find my way back to Radoc's castle.
A brief preview of the next chapter:
Hermione searches for information to get Draco out of a horrible life sentence in Azkaban prison, and Harry zooms to rescue his son, Nick. Also, Draco spends some time in Azkaban and has flashbacks of the days when he was evil. Will Draco break down in Azkaban? Will Hermione find a way to prove that Draco was under a spell? What will happen between Harry and Hermione? Stay tuned for the next chapter of "The Heir to Voldemort's Throne!"
P.S. I am starting school soon, so if it takes me longer to post you'll know why. I will try my best to hurry, but school work comes first! (Even though school work is a pain in the ass, it still needs to be done)
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