AN: Re-vamping ... re-vamping ... and you guessed it ! More re-vamping from my part! Hope you like the 'new' version, though I think it's quite similar to the last, minus the minor changes. Review !
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Last time on 'Once Lost, Now Found' :
"Very well, um, I know this is your first session, and normally it would be three hours long, but I have to but it to two hours because I have to go get my son at his boxing practice," said Mia, sill looking into his eyes.
"Sure," said Draco.
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Chapter Second
"So, normally, in every first session, I have the patient tell me what his problem is, and we basically try and find out solutions," started Hermione, now wondering why Draco Malfoy was sitting in a muggle psychologist office. "So, may I know your problem, or am I gonna have to wait until it snows?" she asked.
"No, you won't have to wait, but I'm telling you, I don't have one problem in particular," said Draco calmly.
"Care to differ?" asked Mia, uncertain about where this was leading to.
''Look here woman, I don't feel particulary comfortable in this situation. But, if you don't mind, I'm about to divulge to you about everything about my childhood up to pretty much a couple of months ago. So just be understanding, you're probably one of the first people to who I've already explained this.''
Hermione sat up right in her seat. She remembered Malfoy's tone and how she had never quite liked it. It somehow expressed authority, and although in the current situation she should've been 'leader', she felt she should listen up.
''I'm quite sorry Mr. Malfoy. Please go on.''
"Ok, so, I'll start when I was younger, it'll be easier that way. Um, before we start though, I have to tell you something that might shock you, please don't be psyched or anything, I'm not a freak!" Draco warned.
"Ok, well, are you gonna share this great secret you look so keen on keeping?" asked Mia.
Draco seemed to hesitate for a while, before whispering ," I'm a wizard." He looked up to Mia, who seemed to be in an inner war with two parts of her brain. It was a couple of seconds before she spoke to him.
"Yes, so what?" she said quietly.
"So you trust me? You don't think I'm lying? You're not having thought of killing me on the spot?" asked Draco, seeming nervous.
"No, not at all, my, um, cousin is a witch, and my aunt too. I, um, visit them frequently and they sometimes show me some spells," lied Mia. She hadn't been great at lies during her Hogwarts days, but it seemed Draco was buying her excuse.
"Oh, great, a least this won't be totally awkward and you'll know what I'm talking about, right? You do know the basics of the Magical world right?"
"Please calm down Mr. Malfoy. Aren't I suppose to be asking the questions? And yes, I know the 'basics' as you call them. Now go, on with your story," said Mia, visibly calmer than before.
Draco took a deep breath before starting to talk.
"Right then ... At the age of 9, my father started to beat me. He didn't use spells yet, only physical pain with punching and kicking, like any muggle would do. He once told me that what he was doing would make me though and that when I would go to school, I wouldn't be bossed around by kids who were older than me." He paused there, taking another deep breath, looking as if he were searching for the right words.
"When I started to go to Hogwarts, the school of wizardry, he started to use some unforgivables on me. When I wouldn't listen to him, he would put me under the Imperius Curse, and when I would forget something he told me, or I would disobey him, he would use the Cruciatus Curse.
"All of this as because he was a Death Eater.'' Hermione quivered here. Malfoy noticed this, but slowly kept on going.
''He wanted me to follow in his steps, become the heir of Voldemort. My mom though, let's just say she didn't have the same opinion. She would try anything to make me go towards the Light side. When she would argue against my father that this wasn't suppose to b a future for a young child, he would put her under the Imperius and the Cruciatus, like me, except she was a woman, she would resist less, and she would hurt even more.
"She didn't only get hurt with the Cruciatus and Imperius. My father eventually got around to beating her the muggle way. He even slashed her back with whips sometimes. He would do anything possible to get us hurt.
"When I was 15, my father started bringing me along to Deatheater meetings. The first time, I never admitted this, but I was so scared of what they were gonna do to me. The meeting took 2 hours. The first 15 minutes which Voldemort just talk to his followers about this newest plans, and then, for the rest of the meeting, other Deatheaters brang out muggles and they tortured them. They used knives, whips, anything they could get their hands on that would hurt. They would hurt them first, then rape them, and finally kill them, any way they would like.
"Of course, I didn't participate in any of this, given I was still not a Deatheater, and I was not of age. At the end of my fifth meeting, Voldemort came to me, and spoke to me. It was the first time I would be so painfully close to him. He told me that to be Deatheater, you had to be 18 years old. Then he told me they were going to make an exception for me since I was very powerful. Turns out I was to be his heir.
"I was initiated into Voldemort's circle when I was 16, at Christmas. After the ceremony, I remember they told me I had to find a woman to impregnate and the child would become Voldemort's heir. My father stepped up, and said that she had to be intelligent, beautiful, good to work with children, and would be easy to convince to come to the Dark side. I had the perfect candidate. Hermione Granger," here, Hermione winced at her own name.
"Though Hermione was the perfect candidate, I couldn't sacrifice her. She had brains, beauty, wit,anything a guy would dream of having. So, I lied to my father. I kept telling him that I was trying hard to be social to her, and everything, but in the end, Voldemort got fed up, and decided that he and the Deatheaters were going to attack at the end of that year.
''They worked on plans possibly every night. I was called to each meeting, which were held at about two nights interval. On the eight meeting, I found out about my possibly last mission. I was to kill old Dumbledore. The plan was perfect, there was no flaw. But once I was facing the old man and had my wand pointed at him, it was another thing.
''I was having an internal battle with myself. He kept talking to me and trying to make me change my mind. Snape finally came up and decided to kill him instead. Dumbledore feel to the floor and Snape made us appear to the Dark Lord's hideout with a Portkey.
Hermione listened intently with tears in her eyes, threatening to fall any second now.
"The following summer was the war. Many people suffered and many people died. In the end, the Light Side won. I had gone over to it after killing Dumbledore though. I had my reasons, anyways. Our seventh year passed by really quickly with us graduates studying for or N.E.W.T.S and the Grad ball to come. I had been named Head Boy, and Hermione Granger was Head Girl. Fascinating woman she was.
''Speaking of the devil, after Graduation, she dissapeared and we never got to finding her. In fact she ressembles you except for the hair and eyes. Sad.''
"Well, terribly sorry about everything that happened but umm,'' Hermione seemed at a loss for words. She quickly wiped away a tear that had feel and shook her head of any previous thoughts she had. She looked at her watch.
''Oh dear god. I'm quite sorry but I must cut this meeting short. I'm late and I need to go pick up my son.''
"Well, since I was the one who made you late, want me to bring you there?" he proposed.
Hermione thought for a couple of seconds before replying, "Sure I could use some help."
Hermione packed up her suitcase, and Draco opened the door for her. They hurried downstairs and Draco looked for his car. He quickly spotted it. He ran to the other side of the street and jumped in it. It was a new topless red Mustang.
They hurried to where Elis' boxing practice was. When they came up to the building, Hermione jumped out of the car, told Draco to wait and went inside.
When inside, she discovered that she wasn't late and there was 10 minutes left so she came back out and told Draco to come in. She forgot all about Elis being his son though.
Draco and Hermione sat down on one of the benches on the side of the room. Draco asked which one was Hermione's son, and she pointed to Elis. The shock he got when he saw Elis was pretty great.
'He looks exactly like me when I was a younger boy' he thought. And it was true, he had the same physique, the same piercing blue eyes and the same platinum blond hair that shined in the sun.
When they were finished, Elis went to change and while he was in the locker room, Hermione and Draco talked for a while.
"How old is he?" asked Draco curiously.
"Ah, he's 8 years old. He's so strong for his age," Hermione said.
Draco didn't reply and looked like he was in deep thought. If Elis is 8 years old, Hermione dissapeared 8 years ago, and he was in a muggle town, exactly where Hermione would hide. . .
"Hermione!" he said disbielivingly.
"Yes?" she said, forgetting her fake identity. She immidiatly cursed herself.
Elis chose this moment to come out all dressed.
''Mom?'' He said with eyebrows raised. He looked at Draco and look even more confused. Poor little one.
Hermione thought for a while. She had a couple of tears falling down her cheeks.
"Mom why are you crying?" Elis asked, enveloping her mom in his arms.
"Hun, I didn't want it to be like this but," Hermione said, then took a great breath. "This is your father, Draco Malfoy."
And with that, she fainted, but Draco caught her in his arms.
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AN: There was Draco's history. Yes, I changed it a bit from the orinigal version, some things didn't stick together. Please review now !