A/N: Hey everyone! I just want to say thankyou all for the reviews. Hugs to you all! Okay now more of you have said yes to the sequel. That's great. Okay now what can I tell you about the sequel? I can't say much as it may give a lot of what is to happen in this one away. But what I can say is: It will mainly be from Draco's perspective this time. The same characters will be in it as well. And I am leaning towards calling it Because You Live. The title is a song by Jesse McCartney. If you read the lyrics you will understand.
Okay enough of Cozza's babble. I may be changing my name on Fan Fic to Lady Delphinea. She is a character from Silvers Edge. A great story!
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter shall never be mine, but I proudly own the Verbatims!
Chapter Eighteen: What Are You Hiding From Me?
"What do you mean Janice is dead?" cried a still weak, but gaining strength Heath as he looked at Gavin in disbelief.
"Mother is dead Father," said Gavin calmly, "I am sorry."
"Who killed her?" growled Heath narrowing his eyes.
At that moment Voldemort walked into Heath's bedroom, "Your daughter Ellawise did."
"What do you mean that little runt of a bitch killed her?"
"Tension had been growing between Janice and Ellawise since Ellawise brutally beat you. They dueled just the night before. I was giving Ellawise her punishment for doing this to you and Ellawise went to try to injure me. Janice stepped out of the circle to stop her but Ellawise was to fast for her. Janice was hit with The Advarda Kedarva spell."
Heath looked at Voldemort in disbelief, "How can this be? Ellawise is only a girl. She hasn't even finished her training, or controlling her powers we dream of having!"
Gavin frowned, Powers we dream of having?
"That is just it Heath," snapped Voldemort, "She is no longer doing training. I have no idea where she went when I continued punishing her through telepathy. I could sense her but not locate her. No doubt she ran back to her lover that Malfoy son. Or Dumbledore the old muggle loving fool!"
Heath slumped back into his plump pillows made of hippogriff feathers, "Than what do we do with her? Kill her?"
Voldemort nodded, "I must admit I thought I would've broken her spirit by now. I underestimated her. But whether that blasted girl admits it or not, she has your blood and instincts in her no matter what."
Gavin bit his lower lip. Him and Hermione would have to increase the security on the hidden room to make it undetected.
"Gavin. Leave," barked Voldemort noticing the young man deep in thought.
Gavin bowed and hurried out, immediately apperating to the hidden room once he was out of his father's room.
!Z!
Hermione jumped as she herd the apperating crack behind her. She placed her stirring spoon on the table and turned in her seat to see a frantic looking Gavin.
"Gavin?" asked Hermione cautiously, "What is the matter?"
"We have to make this room unfindable. If Voldemort finds you here..."
"What about him?"
"He wants to kill you now! So does Heath! Heath knows Janice is dead. I told him than Voldemort strolled in looking all stuck up and told him you killed her! Voldemort knows he can't bring you to there side and he wants to kill you because you know to much and he knows Draco and you are together! He... doesn't know where you went earlier today. You have to keep safe... Sunday is five days away. You need to stay safe until then. Maybe you should leave."
"And leave you here?" cried Hermione, "No Gavin. I'm staying. You need me. You're my brother and I love having you as a brother and I plan on you sticking around for a long time. I will be fine. Trust me."
"They said something else to," continued Gavin, "Apparently you have powers they dream of having."
Hermione's mouth fell open, "Powers they dream of having?"
Gavin nodded, "But what?"
"I-I wouldn't know. Maybe that is why Voldemort wanted me to be trained up... so he could control me and use them for his own evil."
"Maybe," said Gavin slowly, "Or maybe you need to speak with Dumbledore."
"I can't leave. If Voldemort knew I left earlier today he'll know I've disappeared again. Look lets put some extra spells on the room and focus on this potion. We have five days to go and lot to do in the meantime."
!Z!
"You should have seen it Narcissa," boasted Lucius, "The Ellawise girl just spun around and killed her."
Narcissa nodded and glanced at her quiet son who was turning his vegetables over on his plate hiding a moody, death to you father expression on his face.
"Wasn't it a show son?"
Draco didn't answer and continued twirling food over and over on his plate.
"Draco?"
Draco looked up, "What was what sorry?"
"Wasn't today at the Verbatim Estate with Ellawise quite a show?"
"Oh... yes. Good show. I'm not hungry," said Draco pushing his plate away, "May I be excused?"
"Yes you may," replied Lucius in a miffed tone "Twirls! Bring me some Fire Whiskey!"
Draco held back a groan as he left the dining room and walked out the front of the Manor for some fresh air.
He could've killed his father right then but used a lot of self-control to resist the urge of using his bare hands. Than again there was a lot of knifes and forks. He knew his mother would help create a cover up story.
But this Sunday would be the day. Draco would kill him himself. Anything to be with Hermione and free his mother.
But something deep inside him held a thought of doubt. And Draco wasn't comfortable with that thought.
!Z!
Hermione yawned as she rolled over. It was now Friday and the past few days had been busy with making the potion. Gavin would help whenever he found the time, but he was always coming and going having to do duties for Voldemort and Heath who was up and about again.
Sitting up Hermione looked around the blue room and saw a tray of food on the cluttered table for her with a note on top of her plate of toast. She stood up and walked over to the table and sat on her stool. But it wasn't a note from Gavin; it was a letter with the Order's wax seal on the back. Frowning Hermione opened the envelope and pulled out a neatly folded piece of parchment.
Hermione,
We wish for you to attend a meeting tonight at 12 Grimmauld Place tonight. The meeting will begin promptly at 7pm. I hope to see you there,
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore.
Hermione sighed as she placed the letter on the table. How could she get there? She couldn't apperate, she didn't know how. Flooing wouldn't be exactly safe, not here. Could Gavin take her and someone bring her back?
Hermione bit into a slice of toast thoughtfully as Gavin walked in smiling at her.
"Good morning," said Gavin stirring the Love Potion and smelling it, "Another hour and this will be ready."
Hermione nodded and swallowed her toast, "I need you to take me somewhere."
"What? Are you crazy?"
"Maybe, who knows? I've been asked to attend an Order meeting. But problem is I can't apperate. And flooing isn't what I define safe here. Or maybe you could get in contact with Draco?"
"Or maybe you just don't go."
"Gavin it could have to do with Sunday. Has that thought crossed you mind?"
Gavin sighed, "Fine. I'll OWL Draco and when he arrives in my room I will bring him here. You know I can't leave. Happy?"
Hermione smiled and jumped up and hugged him, "Very."
"Quit sucking up. Hurry up and eat. We have to get these two potions mixed by tonight so they can simmer for Sunday."
Hermione sat back down and began eating as Gavin wrote a note to Draco telling him to apperate to his room and that Hermione needed something."
"I'll be back in an hour or so. You missy hurry up and eat. I want you dressed when I return with Draco."
Hermione nodded and munched on her toast in silence.
!Z!
"I want to help the Order. Sitting back and watching everything happen just doesn't work for me," said Blaise Zabini, sitting at the kitchen table in the Weasley Burrow where he, Dumbledore, Mr Weasley and
Ginny were just for this meeting, "Hermione is my friend as well and I know all about Draco. He's my best friend."
Dumbledore nodded and looked at Mr Weasley who was nodding also.
Ginny squeezed Blaise's hand under the table. Blaise smiled at her and squeezed back.
"Mr Zabini," said Mr Weasley seriously, "You do realize you could die at this Sunday's big battle?"
Blaise nodded, "I am aware I may die. My Parents know of my intentions and warned me of the same thing."
"Well than," said Mr Weasley holding out his left hand which Blaise took and shook, "Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix."
Dumbledore smiled and also shook hands with Blaise. He than pulled out a piece of paper that had his neat cursive writing on it: 12 Grimmauld Place.
"That is our Head Quarters," said Dumbledore, "Memorize it."
Blaise did so and jumped as the parchment lit up in flames burning into ash.
"Now Blaise," said Dumbledore, "Do you wish to stay at the Head Quarters till the battle is over? We have an important meeting tonight for it."
Blaise nodded, "As long as it's not a bother."
"Molly will love having you over," said Mr Weasley, "She approves of you dating Ginny and so do I."
Ginny smiled happily as did Blaise.
"We best get back to the Head Quarters then."
"Actually I have to go home first and tell my parents I am to be away for a while and grab some clothes. I'll floo there from my place if that is okay?" said Blaise.
"That's fine," smiled Dumbledore, "We'll head back then."
Ginny smiled and hugged Blaise bye and left after her father.
!Z!
Draco looked up at his bedroom window and saw a tan coloured owl pecking at it. He walked over and opened the window and took the letter from it.
The owl sat at his dressing table waiting patiently. Draco unrolled the letter and read it.
Draco,
It's Gavin here. I'm writing to ask you to come to the Estate as Hermione needs to ask you something urgently... well for her it is. Heh. Anyway if you can reply back with Khan, my owl and apperate to my room twenty minutes later, I will have gotten your reply by then.
Gavin.
Draco hurried wrote back yes he would as tied the letter back on Khan's leg. With a hoot Khan was gone and Draco dressed into dark green cargos and a black t-shirt. He pulled on his skegs. He brushed his hair and ran out of his room to his mother's sitting room.
He knocked on her door but only heard a muffled cry.
Draco frowned and listened carefully.
"Useless women... what good are you when you can't even please me?" came his father's voice followed by a thump.
Draco backed away from the door. He couldn't do anything. He felt useless. He kept backing up until he hit the wall behind him making a painting rattle.
"Watch it," came the paintings reply.
Draco muttered a sorry and ran back to his room slamming the door behind him. He pulled his wand out and sent a curse at his bed setting it on fire.
Breathing hard he looked at his watch and saw it had been twenty minutes. He closed his eyes and apperated to the Estate.
!Z!
Hermione stirred hers and Gavin potion creation. It smelled strongly of blood making Hermione gag. She walked over to the Love Potion and breathed in the nice rose smell. She stirred it a bit. In half an hour or so she would mix the two together to create a potion to deadly for words.
With a sigh she sat on her stool and opened a novel she was reading.
Just as she got lost in it the wall entrance crumbled down and in walked Draco and Gavin. Hermione snapped the book shut and ran into Draco's arms. Draco held her tight never wanting to let go again.
"I've missed you so much," whispered Draco into her ear.
Hermione nodded in reply as she breathed in his scent.
"Uh-hmm," said Gavin, "Could you kindly... stop?"
Hermione and Draco pulled apart both blushing a little.
"So where is this creation you two are making?" asked Draco walking towards the table.
"Right here," said Hermione grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the two bubbling cauldrons, "What do you think?"
"That one smells nice," said Draco breathing in the rose scent than walking to the other one, "But that one smells like blood."
"Well it contains yours and Hermione's blood," said Gavin, "That is the dominant ingredient mixed with other things... like butterfly guts."
"Butterfly guts?"
Hermione nodded, "Well... butterflies are pretty, but on the inside it's not the same... it's too complicated to explain."
"Right," nodded Draco, "Now you needed to see me?"
"Yeah I got a letter from Dumbledore asking me to go to a meeting tonight. I can't get there and need you to take me... and bring me back."
Draco sighed, "Are you sure that is safe?"
"Draco I will be with Dumbledore."
"Hermione... what if you come back and Voldemort know's where you left from?"
"We'll leave from my room. Gavin can apperate me to there, you be there ready to take me as soon as we arrive. I have to speak with Dumbledore anyway."
Draco sighed again, "Fine. What do you say Gavin?"
Gavin nodded reluctantly, "Just keep safe."
"Grimmauld Place is safe," sighed Hermione.
"I have to go," said Gavin, "I best go see if Voldemort needs me or not."
Hermione and Draco nodded and Gavin left."
The two smiled at each other and Hermione sat on her bed with Draco sitting beside her.
"How have you been?" asked Draco looking at her seriously.
"If I have to spend another week in here I will go crazy," replied Hermione, "I miss my freedom, my friends, my cat. You."
"I miss you too," said Draco hugging her, "Everything will work out in the end."
"We can only hope."
They both pulled away and Hermione looked at her watch. Not time yet.
"So how are you?" asked Hermione.
"Fine. I've been keeping busy... so yeah."
"You never were the worlds best liar Draco. Well you were until I got to know you. What is bothering you?"
"I heard my Father beating my mother before I came here. I couldn't do a thing. If I did it would blow my cover."
"Oh Draco. I'm so sorry."
Draco squeezed Hermione's hand, "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
"I worry about you all the time."
Draco placed a hand on Hermione's warm cheek, "You have enough to cope with."
"Draco I love you. How can you expect me not to worry?"
Draco sighed, "Why is it you always say the right thing?"
Hermione smiled, "I don't always. But maybe when Sunday is over and if we win you and your mother can begin a whole new life. One where your mother doesn't have to watch what she says."
"Maybe."
Hermione sighed this time. It was obvious he was hiding something from her, "Why won't you tell me?"
Draco looked up from his hands to Hermione, "Tell you what?"
"What you are hiding from me. I know you are, I can tell Draco."
"It's nothing."
"If it's nothing than how come you won't tell me?"
"If I do... look I can't okay? I love you Hermione, you have to know that I do. Look I have to go. I'll be here at 6:45pm."
Hermione sat where she was mouth open as Draco stood and apperated.
"What is going on with him?" cried Hermione punching her pillow with all her might.
!Z!
He couldn't tell her. If couldn't make her worry anymore.
Oh come off it Draco. She's worried about you as it is. Not telling her is making her worry even more.
Draco sighed walking around his large bedroom. Suddenly anger washed over him and he grabbed the nearest piece of furniture, his desk chair and threw it at the wall breaking it to pieces.
Draco started breathing deep, hard breaths and looked around the room. He hated this place, he hated his life, his father, Voldemort, everything. Everything... except for Hermione. She was the best thing to happen to him. Who knows what could have become of him if it wasn't for her? Who knows what will become of him if Lucius doesn't die on Sunday?
Draco sat on his bed and fell back onto the mattress hands behind his head.
A knock at the door caught his attention.
"Come on," he said flatly.
The door opened and in came his mother. She had healed as many of her wounds as possible, but there were bruises on her face.
Draco sat up and slid over making room for his mother to sit.
"What did we do to get a life like this Mum?" said Draco looking at the floor, "Did we do a crime in a past life and we are now paying for it?"
"I don't know darling. We can only hope Sunday goes our way," sighed Narcissa, "You look depressed. What's wrong?"
"I am depressed Mum. I went to see Hermione after getting a letter from her brother Gavin. I'm taking her to a meeting tonight about Sunday. She knows something is wrong. But I can't tell her. She has enough to worry about."
"Oh darling. Think positive."
"I'm trying. But I just can't shake the feeling that everything is going to mess up on Sunday. I hate him... I hate Father so god damn much I hurts."
Narcissa reached over to Draco and hugged him, "In the end everything works out."
!Z!
"Careful... careful... keep it going in slowly," directed Gavin as Hermione poured the Love Potion into their potion.
They both began smiling as the potion began changing colour. From white, to silver, pink, to red, to purple, than a shocking bright yellow, to gold, to a blue, than navy blue and now the darkest black you could ever find. Darker than the dark at nighttime.
"It's working!" whispered Hermione excitedly, "Gavin we are genius's!"
Gavin smiled, "We sure are. The big test is yet to come this Sunday."
Hermione nodded, "It'll work. I just know in my heart it will."
Gavin smiled again and placed a heavy lid over the mixed potion to let it complete the course of creation.
"Has Voldemort said anything about me?" asked Hermione as they sat on their stools.
"He is desperate to find you. You know too much apparently."
"Like what? That he's an arsehole, biggest scum on this earth? Merlin, every human and creature on this planet knows that already."
"Hermione calm down. I know that. But you have to be careful. I mean it. I know I say it all the time, but you have to be. You're my little sister and I won't let any harm come to you."
Hermione smiled, "I know Gavin. And I wouldn't let harm come to you either."
Gavin smiled and threw a twig at Hermione that was laying on the table.
"Hey!" laughed Hermione throwing it back at him.
!Z!
"What in the name of Merlin is he doing here?" growled Ron as Blaise stepped out of the fireplace.
Ginny pulled away from hugging Blaise to look at her brother, "Blaise has joined the Order."
"What do you mean he's join the Order?"
"It means exactly what you know it means Ronald Alfred Weasley," snapped Ginny, she turned back to Blaise a smile replacing the sneer, "Come on. You have to see Mum. She's dying to see you."
Blaise smiled and picked up his trunk and followed Ginny out of the drawing room across the Hall to the kitchen.
"Oh Blaise!" cried Mrs Weasley getting up from her chair, "How lovely to see you again! It's so wonderful you have joined the Order. How are you?"
"I'm good thanks Mrs Weasley," replied Blaise.
"Now you can have the room across the Hall from Ginny. It's the green one Ginny with the big bed."
Ginny nodded, "I know that one. We cleaned it up last year. Come on Blaise."
Ginny took his hand and led him up the stairs to the second floor.
"Okay that door there is my room. I normally share with Hermione... but... anyway this one here," said Ginny pointing to the one to her left, "Is you room."
She opened the door up and they both walked in.
Blaise looked around. Forest green walls. Huge bed with a white quilt and pillows, a brown dresser and a large window with heavy white curtains.
"I like it," smiled Blaise placing his trunk against the nearest wall, "Love the bed," he added slyly with a joking smile on his face.
Ginny smiled and whacked him on the arm, "If Ron heard you say that you would be dead."
"I was kidding babe."
Ginny smiled and hugged him, "I'm glad you're here. I've missed you a lot. I need someone to talk to other than Ron and Harry."
"I'm glad I'm here to babe."
Ginny kissed him deeply and pulled away smiling, "Come on. Fred and George will be here soon. They have some new tricks for there shop to show me."
"Why does that sound so dangerous?"
"Because it is and you know it."
A/N: I had to end it there or the chapter would go on for miles. Sorry its taken me a while to get this up. Been ultra busy with school. How I hate it... anyway. I hope this stratifies your need for another chapter. The next one will be up as soon as I can get one up.
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