A/N: Hey people. I dunno if I will get this up before I go away on me holidays, but if I do... this will be my last update for 2 to 4 weeks. So please don't think 'oh she's never going to finish the story' because I will be... otherwise Amy will kill... along with the rest of you I gather checks out window for crowd with pitchforks and pumpkins ... just so you know I hate pumpkin... feral stuff... eww! Anyway onto the chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I only own Gavin, Janice and Heath Verbatim, nothing else. The rest belongs to J.K Rowling...
Chapter Fifteen: Not Worthless.
"Never saw that coming did she?"
Draco looked from Hermione on the ground to a smirking Janice who was placing her wand in her robe pocket.
"What did you do to her?" asked Voldemort narrowing his eyes at her.
"Only a sleeping charm my Lord," replied Janice, "Stupid little bitch thought she could have her way with us. How dare she speak to you in that manner and elbow me in the ribs!"
Draco closed his eyes in pain as Janice repeatedly kicked a sleeping Hermione in the ribs.
After what seemed like an hour for Draco but was only mere seconds Voldemort stopped Janice.
"Gavin," snarled Voldemort, "Take Ellawise to her room."
Gavin stepped forward and carefully picked his sister up and lead her away.
Draco watched Gavin closely but he could tell from the look in Gavin's eyes that he was deeply worried about his sister.
"Now," said Voldemort smiling at the Death Eaters, "Lets all head to the dining room for a round of Fire Whiskey!"
!Z!
Hermione groaned in pain as she opened her eyes. She felt as if her lungs were denying her the right to breathe.
What happened last night? thought Hermione shielding her eyes from the sunlight streaming through.
Without thinking Hermione sat up quickly but screamed in pain, as her ribs seemed to clench tightly around her lungs.
At that moment Gavin appeared in her room and rushed over to her and laid her back down.
"W-what h-happened to m-me?" gasped Hermione tears falling down her cheeks.
"I'll explain in a moment," replied Gavin, "Firstly you need to drink this potion. It will repair the damage done to your ribs and lungs."
Hermione nodded as he handed her a vial of pink potion. She drank it in one gulp nearly spitting it back in his face at the disgusting taste.
Slowly over the next ten minutes the pain left her body and Hermione relaxed from her tensed up state.
"Can you sit up without any pain?" asked Gavin seriously.
Hermione gingerly sat up right and nodded, "Now tell me. What the hell happened to me? One minute I'm about to kick Voldemort's arse from here to Pluto and the next I wake in bed wishing some would Advarda me."
"Janice put a sleeping charm on you and than repeatedly kicked you in the ribs. All because you told Voldemort to say your name and for elbowing her."
Hermione's serious face turned into an angry one as she took a tight grip on her quilt, "Why that... that low bitch!"
"Hermione, please. Clam down. Don't go getting into any more trouble. You need to keep your cool okay? We have much to do before Sunday."
Hermione nodded, "Okay. So have you done anything to the Potion?"
"No. Tonight we will begin brewing the love potion and our one. Meet me outside your room at nine tonight. Look you better dress. You have training and I have to go send letters to people for Voldemort."
Hermione nodded and hugged Gavin, "Thanks for everything. I don't know what I would do without a brother like you."
Gavin smiled as he pulled away, "Thank me when we are out of here because I will be thanking you for sure."
Hermione stood up and went to her cupboard and pulled out a pair of army green hip cargos and an army print singlet top. Gavin left so she could change. After dressing and pulling her skegs on and doing her hair in a braid Hermione exited her room for a day of emotional control.
!Z!
"Father," said Draco entering his father's office, "I have to go out for a while."
"Very well. Be home in time for dinner," nodded Lucius looking up at his son.
"I will. Have a good day."
Lucius nodded and Draco left. He apperated from the hallway to the front of 12 Grimmauld Place. Looking around Draco walked up to the house that had just appeared and rang the bell twice.
A tired looking Mrs Weasley opened up the door and he was welcomed by screams of the dear painting of Mrs Black.
"Traitors of blood.... Filthy half-breeds! How dare you walk in the Ancient House of Black!"
"Dumbledore is expecting you," said Mrs Weasley a bit coldly, "Tonks! Help me shut her up will you?"
"Umm... where do I go?" asked Draco looking around.
"The door to your right. Tonks!"
"Coming!" came a bubbly cry as a bright pink haired women appeared.
Draco stepped past his DADA Professor and into the door on his right. Sure enough sitting at the Head of the Table in the dimly lit kitchen was Professor Dumbledore. He was engaged in a conversation with the head of the Weasley clan, Arthur.
"Ahh Draco," said Dumbledore looking up, "Do take a seat."
"Draco?" questioned Draco.
"Yes. I only call my students by their sir names. You are now a Graduate."
Draco just nodded and sat down across from Mr Weasley.
"Arthur has decided to put a aside the differences between you both in hope it will make things easier for the both of you," said Dumbledore "Is that right Arthur?"
"Yes it is. What do you say Draco?"
Draco nodded and shook hands with Mr Weasley.
"Now I believe you went to a meeting last night, correct?"
"Yes. And I got to speak with Hermione for about fifteen minutes," said Draco, "She didn't betray us. Voldemort sent her a letter on the night of the ball saying if she did not goin them he would kill her friends and the one she loved. She did it for us."
"I see."
"There is more. She has an older brother."
"Gavin. He is twenty years old correct?"
"I think so. Well he's not on the dark side. Hermione said he despises Voldemort just as much as we all do. The both of them are creating a potion strong enough to kill Voldemort. I don't know what it is... but I think it has love in it."
"Ahh... very wise. I am surprised I did not think of such a thing. They must be alike, both have bright minds."
Draco nodded, "Well... the potion will be ready on Sunday... in time for the next meeting. Hermione says to have the order ready to attack this coming Sunday at 7pm. They won't suspect the attack."
Dumbledore nodded, "Very well. How is Hermione controlling her darkness?"
"She has learnt to control it completely. With help from Voldemort and he didn't know he helped her until last night. I only hope she can survive another week."
"Wait!" said Mr Weasley, "Where are they situated?"
"The Verbatim Estate."
Dumbledore nodded, "Very well. We shall hold a meeting Friday night to plan for Sunday. Will you be able to make it Draco?"
Draco nodded, "I will inform my father I have a date of some sort. He will be to caught up in his Death Eater duties to worry. I want the Sunday to be successful. I need to get my mother away from Lucius."
"We will be successful Draco," said Mr Weasley.
Draco smiled and stood up, "I'd best go. See you both Friday night... what time?"
"Six PM," said Dumbledore.
"Right."
!Z!
"GET UP!" shouted Voldemort, "STOP MESSING AROUND!"
"I am not messing around!" yelled back Hermione getting up of the ground, "It is not my fault you cheat is it?"
"A Death Eaters nature is to cheat Ellawise. Get used to it."
Hermione glared at him and hit him in the chest with a strong Impediment spell, "Happy? I cheated. Whoo hoo for Hermione."
Voldemort stood up brushing off his robes, "Good. That is what I like to see. None of that Gryffindor goody two shoes crap."
"I'm no Slytherin."
"Let's try something new shall we?" said Voldemort twirling his wand, "How about the Stupefy?"
"You do realize I've learnt this before? And I have used it on some of your slaves."
"Of course I do. But have your used it the dark way?"
"Like there is any difference. Honestly it's a spell. All you do is point your wand say the spell and watch the stupid person in your way suffer the consequences of pissing you off."
"If it is that simple why don't you show me?"
"Fine," muttered Hermione glaring at him as she narrowed her eyes and raised her wand. She took aim, smiled evilly at him and said the spell, "Stupefy!"
The red light shot out of Hermione's wand with immense force, stronger than normal. Voldemort conjured up a shield but the shield was useless as it struck him full force and sent him flying into the tree stump he stood on last night.
"I told you it was simple as cutting bread didn't I?" said Hermione, "But you're so full of yourself thinking you're oh so great and that everyone should bow to your feet that you didn't listen to me. Honestly. How stupid can one person get? Wait your not even human are you?"
"ENOUGH!" yelled Voldemort standing up quickly.
He muttered a spell and Hermione felt the familiar pain she felt this morning return to her ribs. He raised her off the ground making her ribs squeeze tightening around her lungs.
"You are wearing on my last nerve my pretty," growled Voldemort in a low voice, "I warned you about your attitude and you didn't listen. I told you that you would be punished. And punished you shall be."
Hermione closed her eyes and bit her lips as the pain became unbearable.
"Heath!" yelled Voldemort.
Her father came running across the clearing towards the two.
When he arrived her bowed to Voldemort, "Yes my Lord?"
"Take your daughter to the chambers. She has earned herself a punishment of ten lashings... with the spiked whip."
Hermione tried to scream no but the pain she was suffering then stopped her.
!Z!
Draco paced around his room. He'd scanned the Prophet for a job and circled a few, but nothing could remove his mind from Hermione. He could see her smile in his mind as he told her he loved her.
Sighing he sat on his bed and looked up at his bed hangings.
"How interesting," mumbled Draco sarcastically, "Green... now royal blue would look better."
Groaning he sat up and pulled his cape on and walked to his closet and pulled out his broom. He walked to his balcony and took off into the air feeling free and leaving his troubles behind him in his dark room.
He could if he wanted, fly away and never return. But he couldn't and wouldn't anyway. Hermione and his Mother needed him to support them and help them through the ordeal's they were going through.
Draco smiled at the thought of what life could be like without Voldemort of his father.
Him and Hermione would be living together happily. Narcissa would visit them and his mother and Hermione would be extremely close, his mother would be like a mother to Hermione whish was what Hermione needed more than ever.
Sighing Draco slipped back to reality as his father signalled him to join him for a drink.
"Why... why can't life be a happy one?" muttered Draco, "Instead of being a hell of one?"
!Z!
Hell. That was where Hermione felt to be at the moment as the spikes on the leather whip cut through her top and skin. Hermione bit down on her lower lip as more and more lashes connected to her skin.
Draco didn't know how right he was when he said her parents showed mercy of no one.
On the final strike Hermione finally let out a scream to stop.
"Weak!" shouted Heath, "You bring shame to the Verbatim name! We are not weak! We take beatings with pride and use them to make us strong!"
Hermione slowly stood up her emotions all-connecting to one to make it more noticeable than any other, anger.
"I AM NOT A VERBATIM FOR THE LAST TIME I AM A BLOODY GRANGER! MY NAME IS HERMIONE GRANGER! I WILL NOT TAKE ON SUCH A FOWL AND EVIL NAME! SO GET THAT POINT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL!"
All of Hermione's stress and emotions from the past few days were vented out as she put Heath in his place.
"I WILL NOT TURN DARK! DARKNESS ONLY COMES OVER PEOPLE WHO LIVE WORTHLESS LIFES SUCH AS YOU! MY LIFE IS NOT WORTHLESS AND I WILL NEVER LET YOU MAKE ME FEEL WORTHLESS!"
Heath narrowed his eyes at his daughter as she glared back at him, "Never speak to me in such a way again. I am your father and you will respect and obey me."
"I have no respect for you and I obey no one but myself and right now I am obeying the one thing I've wanted to do since I met you."
"What is that?"
"Kick your arse," replied Hermione ignoring the dizziness coming over her, "Impedimenta!"
Heath flew back as the spell hit him unexpectantly. Hermione grabbed the whip on the floor and whipped it out at him striking him across the face. Heath screamed in pain as the spike scraped across his face leaving deep gashes.
"Who's the weak prick screaming for mummy now huh?" snarled Hermione whipping him again and again venting her anger and frustration out on him until he was a bloody mess and she was too weak and dizzy to continue.
Hermione walked up the chamber stairs and up the hall to her bedroom door. As she reached for the door handle her legs gave way.
"Hermione!" cried Gavin rushing to her side, "What did he do to you?"
"Nothing compared to the mess he is in now."
"Who Voldemort?"
"No... Heath."
Gavin lifted Hermione from the ground and apperated her to his secret room.
"You've lost a fair amount of blood."
"Than just let me die," said Hermione on the verge of tears, "I'm just as bad as Voldemort... I hit another person... I'm scum Gavin!"
"No you are not," said Gavin applying a potion cream to Hermione's back after he was removed the material from her back leaving her front covered, "Heath deserved what you gave him."
"But I shouldn't have done it! I... they will kill me for sure! Or worse... I'll get another one of these... I can't take it anymore I just want to die than go another day of training and controlling my emotions to the point of exploding."
Gavin sighed and walked around and knelt in front of his sister, "Hermione you are a wonderful person to be doing what you are doing for other people. You gave up everything for them and they should be grateful for your choice. Do not think of yourself to be so worthless you should be six foot under because you deserve to live life. What you are doing is going to save the future of the wizarding and muggle world and I am sure that Jo and Barry are proud of you."
Hermione let out a sob as Gavin hugged his little sister.
!Z!
"Where is she?" screamed Janice as she ran up the chamber stairs.
"Where is who?" asked a calm Voldemort entering the hallway.
"I have just found Heath in a bloody mess my Lord. Ellawise has nearly killed him. House elf's are tending to him as we speak."
A dangerous look entered upon Voldemort's face, "That girl is a nuisance to this world. I would of thought she would of learnt not to step out of line. I can see she is harder to break than we thought."
"My Lord, maybe she can not be broken."
"Nonsense! I will bring her to the Dark Side before she can say Dumbledore. But firstly she shall pay dearly for this."
!Z!
"Is that better?" asked Gavin as the last gash closed up and healed to be smooth skin again.
"Thankyou," replied Hermione, "Repairo!"
Her top mended quickly and she stood up and hugged her brother.
"Thankyou so much Gavin."
"Hey it was nothing."
Hermione pulled away and looked at the stonewall, "I can't go out there. They'll kill me."
"Hermione you are a powerful. Give them what for."
"Maybe we can work on the potion for a bit? Please? It will get us ahead in a way. Dinner isn't for another hour or so."
"Alright... but I can't help you once we go to dinner."
"Who says I have to go?"
Gavin gave her a look.
"Fine, but if I die I'll haunt you till the day you die you know?"
Gavin smiled, "See your feisty self is returning already. Give you an hour and you'll be ready to kick butt again."
"Now way. I can't do that again. I don't care if he deserved the friggin beating. Next time I'll take it out on my pillow."
"But what did the pillow do to you?"
Hermione hit him and laughed, "Come on. I'll start by slicing the rose petals. You can slice the butterflies."
"Give me the yuck thing."
"Butterflies are pretty."
"Not their guts."
A/N: Okay well what do you think? Hermione sure did give her daddy what for... anyway review!
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