The Witches Pyramid
Chapter Two- Part One
Disclaimer: All HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I got the whole great marriage bit from Marion Zimmer Bradley's The Mists of Avalon.
A/N Thanx to Vicky, anon, Nessa, Panther's Princess, a-stargazer, Pentagon Merlin, and blackheartedbabe for reviewing. It's much appreciated.
To will
Annette Granger walked swiftly and silently down the hall and stopped in front of her daughter's door. She smiled slightly, for she had known that Hermione would make this choice. Her daughter was no coward, mind, but the knowledge was far too tempting and she was still rather uncertain of whether or not she was willing to die for her beliefs.
She opened the door and walked over to Hermione's bed, shaking her. Hermione looked up at her mother groggily.
"What mum?"
"Time to get up, love. Your robes are on the sofa in the parlor. You can change in there. I'll make certain that no one walks in on you."
And with that said she left the room.
Hermione sat up and wandered down the hallway, taking her time. What was she doing? She was throwing away everything that she had ever believed in. Until last night she had been convinced that she was one of those whom she would spend the rest of her life trying to kill! What on earth had she been thinking?
She took a few more steps and decided that she was going to go back and find her parents and tell them that there was no way that she would ever become a Death Eater. But then she reached the parlor.
Lying upon the sofa were the most gorgeous robes she had ever seen. They were pure white with sacred designs embroidered on them. The sleeves hung down to the floor and the neck swooped down in a graceful V. They were lovely.
As she fingered the costly material that they had been made of, she thought – Well, if worst comes to worst, I could always spy for Dumbledore.........
DMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDM
Draco arrived at the clearing chosen for the initiation and allowed himself to slip out of the trancelike state. He exited the carriage provided for him and stared at the small dark people surrounding him. He turned around and saw another carriage, and out stepped a truly marvelous sight.
A girl about his age, he presumed, stood in the clearing, head held high and shoulders thrust back. She looked truly like a Goddess. She had just begun to turn, but before he could see her face an old woman ushered her away.
He stared after her, basking in the glow that had seemed to come from her mere presence, letting a few of the people lead him away. They fed him something; he supposed it was the ritual drugs his father was always going on about. Supposedly it induced a trancelike state.
Deer horns were placed upon his head, and his own pristine clothing was removed and set aside, replaced with deerskin clothing. A herd of wild deer grazed nearby a stream and he began running towards them. The herd began to run along with him, and he led them, laughing with glee as he did so.
HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG
The old crone had led Hermione to a stream not too far off. She had said something about the maiden needing to entrance the deer, and then made the girl take a bite out of a foul tasting root. Hermione hadn't really been paying attention all that well. She was too busy looking at the glorious figure running with a herd on the other side of the stream.
She recalled what little she knew of deer, realizing frightfully that if the king stag thought he was being challenged, he would not hesitate to kill this boy. Suddenly everything the woman had been saying clicked in her mind.
Hermione stood up and looked at the deer, concentrating on making her presence known. She extended her aura across the stream, willing herself to hypnotize the deer. Raw power radiated from her body, and it almost seemed as though a faint white light surrounded her. The deer stopped running and the boy was aware of the stag charging him.
She almost seemed to see him, or sense him rather, killing the stag although her eyes were closed. Knowing that her job was done, she dropped her arms and leaned heavily against the old woman.
The old crone bade her wait beside the trees and led the boy up to a cave not to far from where they had previously been. She painted a crescent upon his brow and ushered him inside the cave.
Thunder rolled, and clouds moved to block out the sun. A cold wind swept around them, and rain began to pour. The old woman stripped Hermione down, setting aside her initiation robes. She strung a garland of flowers about the girl's hips and painted a crescent moon upon her brow as well. She looked the young maid in the eyes, kissing her above the mark before pushing her inside as well.
It was dimly lit, and it reminded her strongly of the dream she had had the other night. In fact, there was the same fair man, except this time he did not look nervous and frightened at all. He actually looked quite confident and slightly interested. She took his hand and let her intuition guide her.
"I am the Goddess made manifest, and I will show you the way."
DMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDM
Draco opened his eyes, puzzled. There was a warm body next to him. Now where had that come from? The sun hit his face and suddenly he remembered it all. He had been waiting in the cave, for what he was not sure, and out of nowhere a seemingly ethereal being had appeared. A beautiful young woman oozing with power had entered shortly after him and took him in her arms. He knew it was the girl he had seen earlier.
He looked down at her sleeping form. Her dark brown locks covered her face and he moved them aside for a glimpse at the girl who was to be initiated with him as his partner. As he stared down at the lovely features he nearly screamed aloud. It was Granger.
(Now wouldn't it be horrid of me to leave you all here?)
He gasped and jerked away from her. Her eyelashes fluttered and she sat up yawning.
"Good mo- Malfoy?"
Her eyes widened with shock, but she couldn't have been any more surprised than he was.
"What on earth are you doing here? How come I didn't recognize you last night??"
He scowled.
"What am I doing here? I have more right to be here than you, you filthy mudblood! How did you come to be here? Your blood is not pure! And as for last night, I came to you as the Horned One, and you to me as the Great Goddess. It would have been impossible for us to recognize each other."
Hermione smirked, knowing she had knowledge that he didn't. Still, she had assumed he knew about her parents seeing as they were members of the Inner Circle.
"Now that I think about it, it's obvious why you're hear. You're as evil as the come. It's no surprise that you would want to become Death Eater scum" She paused.
"But then, it's not really scum, is it? After all, I'm here........ Anyway, I'm not a mudblood. My blood is as pure as yours, maybe even purer. You've heard of my parents I'm sure. Annette and Damien Granger?"
He gaped openly. That notorious couple were her parents???? Oh the injustice of it all. And now the lousy bitch was to be his partner ?!?!
Hermione got up and left the cave, heading back to the stream where she found her robes folded neatly. There was a small mirror, a pot of the red dye used for the crescent upon her forehead, and a hairbrush. Malfoy's robes were near hers, and for a moment she contemplated kicking them into the stream.
Before she had her chance, said Malfoy stalked down toward her and grabbed his robes, putting them on quickly. She followed his example and renewed the red crescent before brushing her hair. Malfoy did the same, then swept off in an easterly direction. Hermione, not knowing where they were supposed to go, followed him. They hadn't gone too far before a large crowd of Death Eaters appeared before them. At the very head of this unorganized mass was the King of Evil himself. Lord Voldemort.
So? How was that??? R&R please.
Chapter Two- Part One
Disclaimer: All HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I got the whole great marriage bit from Marion Zimmer Bradley's The Mists of Avalon.
A/N Thanx to Vicky, anon, Nessa, Panther's Princess, a-stargazer, Pentagon Merlin, and blackheartedbabe for reviewing. It's much appreciated.
To will
Annette Granger walked swiftly and silently down the hall and stopped in front of her daughter's door. She smiled slightly, for she had known that Hermione would make this choice. Her daughter was no coward, mind, but the knowledge was far too tempting and she was still rather uncertain of whether or not she was willing to die for her beliefs.
She opened the door and walked over to Hermione's bed, shaking her. Hermione looked up at her mother groggily.
"What mum?"
"Time to get up, love. Your robes are on the sofa in the parlor. You can change in there. I'll make certain that no one walks in on you."
And with that said she left the room.
Hermione sat up and wandered down the hallway, taking her time. What was she doing? She was throwing away everything that she had ever believed in. Until last night she had been convinced that she was one of those whom she would spend the rest of her life trying to kill! What on earth had she been thinking?
She took a few more steps and decided that she was going to go back and find her parents and tell them that there was no way that she would ever become a Death Eater. But then she reached the parlor.
Lying upon the sofa were the most gorgeous robes she had ever seen. They were pure white with sacred designs embroidered on them. The sleeves hung down to the floor and the neck swooped down in a graceful V. They were lovely.
As she fingered the costly material that they had been made of, she thought – Well, if worst comes to worst, I could always spy for Dumbledore.........
DMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDM
Draco arrived at the clearing chosen for the initiation and allowed himself to slip out of the trancelike state. He exited the carriage provided for him and stared at the small dark people surrounding him. He turned around and saw another carriage, and out stepped a truly marvelous sight.
A girl about his age, he presumed, stood in the clearing, head held high and shoulders thrust back. She looked truly like a Goddess. She had just begun to turn, but before he could see her face an old woman ushered her away.
He stared after her, basking in the glow that had seemed to come from her mere presence, letting a few of the people lead him away. They fed him something; he supposed it was the ritual drugs his father was always going on about. Supposedly it induced a trancelike state.
Deer horns were placed upon his head, and his own pristine clothing was removed and set aside, replaced with deerskin clothing. A herd of wild deer grazed nearby a stream and he began running towards them. The herd began to run along with him, and he led them, laughing with glee as he did so.
HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG
The old crone had led Hermione to a stream not too far off. She had said something about the maiden needing to entrance the deer, and then made the girl take a bite out of a foul tasting root. Hermione hadn't really been paying attention all that well. She was too busy looking at the glorious figure running with a herd on the other side of the stream.
She recalled what little she knew of deer, realizing frightfully that if the king stag thought he was being challenged, he would not hesitate to kill this boy. Suddenly everything the woman had been saying clicked in her mind.
Hermione stood up and looked at the deer, concentrating on making her presence known. She extended her aura across the stream, willing herself to hypnotize the deer. Raw power radiated from her body, and it almost seemed as though a faint white light surrounded her. The deer stopped running and the boy was aware of the stag charging him.
She almost seemed to see him, or sense him rather, killing the stag although her eyes were closed. Knowing that her job was done, she dropped her arms and leaned heavily against the old woman.
The old crone bade her wait beside the trees and led the boy up to a cave not to far from where they had previously been. She painted a crescent upon his brow and ushered him inside the cave.
Thunder rolled, and clouds moved to block out the sun. A cold wind swept around them, and rain began to pour. The old woman stripped Hermione down, setting aside her initiation robes. She strung a garland of flowers about the girl's hips and painted a crescent moon upon her brow as well. She looked the young maid in the eyes, kissing her above the mark before pushing her inside as well.
It was dimly lit, and it reminded her strongly of the dream she had had the other night. In fact, there was the same fair man, except this time he did not look nervous and frightened at all. He actually looked quite confident and slightly interested. She took his hand and let her intuition guide her.
"I am the Goddess made manifest, and I will show you the way."
DMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDMDM
Draco opened his eyes, puzzled. There was a warm body next to him. Now where had that come from? The sun hit his face and suddenly he remembered it all. He had been waiting in the cave, for what he was not sure, and out of nowhere a seemingly ethereal being had appeared. A beautiful young woman oozing with power had entered shortly after him and took him in her arms. He knew it was the girl he had seen earlier.
He looked down at her sleeping form. Her dark brown locks covered her face and he moved them aside for a glimpse at the girl who was to be initiated with him as his partner. As he stared down at the lovely features he nearly screamed aloud. It was Granger.
(Now wouldn't it be horrid of me to leave you all here?)
He gasped and jerked away from her. Her eyelashes fluttered and she sat up yawning.
"Good mo- Malfoy?"
Her eyes widened with shock, but she couldn't have been any more surprised than he was.
"What on earth are you doing here? How come I didn't recognize you last night??"
He scowled.
"What am I doing here? I have more right to be here than you, you filthy mudblood! How did you come to be here? Your blood is not pure! And as for last night, I came to you as the Horned One, and you to me as the Great Goddess. It would have been impossible for us to recognize each other."
Hermione smirked, knowing she had knowledge that he didn't. Still, she had assumed he knew about her parents seeing as they were members of the Inner Circle.
"Now that I think about it, it's obvious why you're hear. You're as evil as the come. It's no surprise that you would want to become Death Eater scum" She paused.
"But then, it's not really scum, is it? After all, I'm here........ Anyway, I'm not a mudblood. My blood is as pure as yours, maybe even purer. You've heard of my parents I'm sure. Annette and Damien Granger?"
He gaped openly. That notorious couple were her parents???? Oh the injustice of it all. And now the lousy bitch was to be his partner ?!?!
Hermione got up and left the cave, heading back to the stream where she found her robes folded neatly. There was a small mirror, a pot of the red dye used for the crescent upon her forehead, and a hairbrush. Malfoy's robes were near hers, and for a moment she contemplated kicking them into the stream.
Before she had her chance, said Malfoy stalked down toward her and grabbed his robes, putting them on quickly. She followed his example and renewed the red crescent before brushing her hair. Malfoy did the same, then swept off in an easterly direction. Hermione, not knowing where they were supposed to go, followed him. They hadn't gone too far before a large crowd of Death Eaters appeared before them. At the very head of this unorganized mass was the King of Evil himself. Lord Voldemort.
So? How was that??? R&R please.