Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
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Chapter 11: Scratching the Surface
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A week has passed, a long stressful week of trying to forget everything that had happened to him. Well, not everything. More along the lines of forgetting about telling Harry about his magic (or lack), finding out that Pansy is pregnant with his child (which was very traumatizing indeed), that it was possible that his father was alive, there was a cursed dagger in his home, and not to mention the fact that his place was completely trashed. No, other then that it had been a very good week indeed!
He groaned and ran his hands through his blue-blond locks. He had been sitting in front of his computer for that past two hours trying to figure out the sales and what he needed to order. Though it didn't sound like it would be a very hard thing to do, it was annoying. Especially when it was three in the morning.
He blinked.
His eyes burned from not taking a break, which he guessed that he should take one now. He was almost finished anyway, so why not? Make him a cup of coffee loaded with caffeine, maybe check out what was in the fridge in the break room. Yada yada yada, so forth and so on.
Standing up, he stretched, his body popping in several places, as he hadn't really moved from that chair since 1.
He wasn't complaining though, it had gotten his mind of other matters, not to mention that it was something that needed to be done. Why not do it and get it over with.
Of course, he was going to get an earful from Raye and probably even Harry, but there was just so much a man could take in one week!
Draco, looking not so happy, opened the door to his office and paused. He listened very carefully and could have sword that he had heard something.
'Yea, keep it up and the paranoia isn't going to make you freak on your friends. that didn't even make any sense. I really do need my coffee right about now. Oh what I wouldn't give for a double espresso right about now. I doubt they would be open though.. and I'm talking to myself! At least I'm not talking out loud. ..'
Walking out of the door he looked around the store and didn't see anything amiss, which was good. So maybe he was just hearing things! .but that wasn't a good thing either. He could be going crazy. hearing voices. Oooohhh boy, going crazy already.
He was making his way to the back when he felt chill bumps rise up on his arms and his neck hairs stand on end.
He shuddered, and wish he had worn a jacket.
Swallowing, he opened his mouth, "Hello? Is anyone there?" He turned his head slightly to look behind him, and with his head still turned he sighed in relief. "I must really be getting paranoid."
But the eerie feeling still hadn't left him. he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and faced back towards his destination.
And when he opened them he saw an image that he would never, in his whole entire life, forget.
Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him, his face only a few inches away from Draco's, and Draco felt like he was about to puke.
And with a malicious smile on his face, he spoke, "Hello. Son."
Draco shuddered and the next thing he remembered was his world fading to black.
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Draco awoke with a start, his breathing uneven. Disoriented, he looked around and saw that he was in his office, setting at his computer. He arms were folded and that's where he guessed that he had lain his head down. Looking at the clock he saw that it read 2:30.
He thought back to his dream, it had been three then. 30 more minutes and it would be three.
He was getting out of there.
Saving what was on his computer, he shut it down. Grabbing his keys, and jacket and turning off all the lights in the store (excluding the emergency lights that stayed on) he rushed towards the door, locked it and left.
Of course, he didn't have any magic.. at least the last time he checked he didn't have any. But even muggles could have premonitions, and he would be damned if he would stay and find out if that would be one or not. He wasn't stupid and he didn't want to die at this early in his life.
Now that he had his father on his mind, it brought up everything to the surface of his mind. This past week, and everything that had happened, especially the whole Pansy-pregnant-with-his-child.
"I mean, what the fuck his her fucking deal! Ok, so I know she is pissed at me. so is the whole Slytherin House! So she just shows up one day at my store and comes on to me. Like she had known me for fucking ever. Okay so she has.. almost. So what if we were engaged since we were fucking born! That was just a stupid cover up for what HE promised to HIM!!" Draco was in full blown rant as he sat in his car, beat the steering wheel with his hand.
Yes, he had a car, he just never drove it unless he didn't have a choice.
"The nerve of that MAN! How could he expect me to call him father after everything that had happened! Damn it!" Draco put the key into the ignition and started it, his radio coming on full blast. Taking out his Matchbook Romance CD from the visor, he stuck it in.
"She is pregnant with my child. okay. Now is that even possible? Magic Draco! Stupid. Imperius, maybe? Possible. Polyjuice Potion? Or the Forgetfulness potion.?" He felt like banging his head on his steering wheel, but alas, he would have to refrain as he was driving.
Picking up his cell phone, he dialed his number to see if Raye was alright. She had been staying with him for the past week, he didn't mind at all. At least he wasn't alone anymore, despite that he was hardly home anymore anyway.
Harry had been busy the past week with his 'work' so he said. He had taken leave from his muggle job and was now full time on his work for the Minister.
"Hello, Raye speaking." Came a sleepy voice from the other end of his phone.
"Sorry to wake you, love. I'm on my way to the house now, I'll be there in a few minutes. Is everything okay?"
"Yea, so far so good. Harry stopped by earlier, told him you would be home a little late. He said to call him as soon as you get the chance."
"It didn't sound like anything important did it?"
"No, but he wasn't looking too good. Looked like he hadn't had a decent nights sleep in a week. which I wouldn't doubt it."
"Alright, I'll see you when I get home."
Draco hung up the phone and silently wondered what was going on in the world he had left behind.
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Harry stood in front of the Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley. He eyed the man suspiciously as he thought about what he had been doing for the man.
"Agent Potter. Sorry, I mean Harry. What is your report on the current Death Eater count?" Arthur asked the young man in front of him.
Harry looked at Arthur before answering, "The current count is. close to 40. They are growing in their numbers. Though I doubt its Voldermort that they are gathering for. My closest guess would be Lucius Malfoy is taking over the role of Dark Lord. I don't think that the Death Eaters, who escaped judgment, are all following him as their leader. That is something to think about. If not all the Death Eaters have 'faith' in Lucius, then this could be a very good thing. There were close to 150 Death Eaters that were killed in the war, 45 were executed, while 20 remain in Azkaban Prison. This is also excluding the many that either found a way to get out of the sentencing or 'disappeared', but still a threat is a threat."
Arthur nodded, " So you really believe that Lucius is alive? Have you any proof?"
"No I do not have any proof, I have searched for him everywhere. There was no sign of him.. but there wasn't a grave either. So unless he was incinerated, then he can't be dead, in my opinion. There is also, Draco to consider."
Arthur looked up at this, and he raised a brow at the man before him. "Draco Malfoy? You've found him, and why wasn't I told of this earlier, Potter!?"
Harry narrowed his emerald eyes at the man that he used to think of as a surrogate father, "Because, I didn't think that it was important to the case." He kept his voice calm, with no hint of any emotion as the Minister began to yell at him.
"Draco MALFOY?? Ring any bells, Potter?! He is the son of a Death Eater, he fought with Voldermort in the war! Personally I think he should have been put to death with his father! I don't understand how he got his way out of it, but all I can think of is Dumbledore. Am I correct in guess this, Potter?"
"No, your not correct, Minister. Draco Malfoy was not a Death Eater, nor will he ever be one. You know nothing, so I'd advise to you keep you mouth shut. As it IS my investigation, I do NOT have to report my findings to you at all. Now, if we are quite finished here, Minister, I'm leaving." Harry spun on his heel and began to walk out. "Oh, and if anything happens to Draco, and I find out that you were behind it. Well, Ill just leave it at that. Good Day, Minister." Harry said over his shoulder before opening the door and slamming it good and hard that it almost splintered.
Arthur glared darkly at the door before setting at his desk and going about his business.
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Harry walked down the hall, his boots making loud THUNK THUNK noises as he angrily made his way to where Ron was currently residing. He eyes had darkened considerably as he walking into the private headquarters of Head Auror Ronald Weasley.
Ron looked up at the loud foot steps outside his door and really didn't like the feeling he was getting.
The door opened and he was faced with an angry looking Harry Potter, and a angry looking Harry Potter was not fun to look at.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!!!" Ron jumped and hid behind his desk.
Harry blinked, "So much for the hardened warrior known as the Head Auror of the MoM." Harry said with a hint of humor in his voice.
Ron stood up and stuck his tongue out at Harry, "Yea, well if you were me and you saw you, when your angry you would hide also. Damn Harry, what crawled up your ass and died, mate?"
"Your father."
"Oh oh! Mental picture, damn it Harry!" Ron banged his head on his desk a few times before looking back up at Harry. "What'd he say this time?"
"Oh you know the usual. said some stuff about Draco, and I wasn't too happy about that." Harry flopped down in one of the chairs and slumped.
"Ah," Was all that Ron said, because he immediately understood. "Why do you report to him anyway? Aren't you basically higher up on the social latter then he is?"
"Currently.. yes, but it is my job. I may be of higher rank Ron, but that doesn't mean that I control what goes on in the Wizarding World." Harry sighed and messaged his temples; his head was killing him.
Ron looked at him, "Gee, Harry you don't look like you've slept much. In fact I'd say you look like shit."
"Well if I look as bad as I feel, I would have to agree with you. What's the news on Pansy?" Harry asked, speaking her name venomously.
"She is pregnant. If its Draco's child, we cant tell at the moment. Its like there's a magical block, whenever we try the magic gets absorbed and then there's nothing. Potions aren't working either. And these are Snape's potions, so let me tell you, we are all very much at a dead end with this current situation."
Harry nodded, he was very perplexed at how she just appeared out of now where. but what about when he caught Draco and Pansy kissing that one time? Could it really be Draco's child? 'There must be something he's not telling me. Though he did seem just as shocked when she appeared. But if I remember Draco, he can pull off any mask he throws up.'
"Harry?"
Harry looked up at Ron and smiled, "Don't worry about it Ron, I'll go visit Hermione and see if she's come up with anything. I'll let you know what's going on. Oh and. keep an eye out for Lucius." With that Harry disappeared.
Ron stared at the empty seat."Damn it!" He swore as the realization of what Harry had just said sunk in.
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Despite the wards on St. Mungo's, Harry was still able to appirate in front of the ward that was holding Pansy. Entering the room he saw that Hermione was standing away from the bed while Pansy was being held down by three Medi-wizards as she started thrashing and yelling obscenities at anything that moved.
Harry walked over to where Hermione stood, "What's up with her?"
Hermione turned and looked at him, "She's been officially admitted into the ward for the insane. As soon as she was brought here she started ranting in a language that I don't recognize. I don't know if this could harm the baby, it needs to be removed. She shouldn't be allowed to carry another life!" Hermione spat viciously.
"Is it really Draco's then?" Harry asked curiously.
"Yes, I was able to get past the block. that's when she really started going wild. But it wasn't conceived normally. This was caused by dark magic, I've just NEVER heard of this before. What was her motivation to do this?" Hermione wondered.
"Oh, that's obvious, beside the fact that she's always hung all over Draco in school? I was thinking more along the lines of luring him to Lucius." Harry looked over at Pansy.
"To say this Harry, I don't think the baby is really hers either. It didn't have any traces of Parkinson magic. It's going to be a Muggle born."
Harry looked back at her, confusion evident on his face, "What are, exactly, are you saying?"
She turned so that she had his full attention, "What I'm saying, is that she has no right to carry this child. It's not hers, but it is Draco's. Is confusing to me also, but I do know that this child had to have been removed from its true mother and placed inside of Pansy. With this, she could have lured Draco, as you said earlier, to Lucius, if that's what her plan was. What I would like to know, is what Lucius wants from Draco. His magic." Hermione trailed off as Pansy started to laugh insanely.
"Oh! That's enough from you!" Harry said as he put a silencing charm on the witch. "There, much better. As you were saying, that Draco is the father, but the child is stolen? How can you find out who the real mother is?"
"That's the problem, I'm not sure yet. I know this may be a little hard for you, but you need to ask Draco about his past partners." Hermione sighed and looked over at the women in the bed.
"I understand what your asking Hermione. I'll see about it. But I think you need to get some rest, you look like you haven't slept in ages!" Harry slung his arms around her shoulders.
"Speak for yourself Harry.. You need a bath!" She pushed him away. "Go find Draco and ravish him or something. Just stay away from me until you've had a bath." She wrinkled her nose.
"Fine! I can see when I'm not wanted!" Harry stuck out his tongue and disappeared and left Hermione starring worriedly at where he stood only a few seconds ago.
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I'm Evil, no!? Mwa ha ha ha ha ah!! Anyway, so how was that? Any better then the last chapter? Did I clear up some stuff. I hope so! Sorry it took me so long in updating!! But I updated and that's all that counts, right? Right? I sincerely apologize for the sad excuse of a chapter 10. *bows*
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Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
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Dot...STAR!! Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 11: Scratching the Surface
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A week has passed, a long stressful week of trying to forget everything that had happened to him. Well, not everything. More along the lines of forgetting about telling Harry about his magic (or lack), finding out that Pansy is pregnant with his child (which was very traumatizing indeed), that it was possible that his father was alive, there was a cursed dagger in his home, and not to mention the fact that his place was completely trashed. No, other then that it had been a very good week indeed!
He groaned and ran his hands through his blue-blond locks. He had been sitting in front of his computer for that past two hours trying to figure out the sales and what he needed to order. Though it didn't sound like it would be a very hard thing to do, it was annoying. Especially when it was three in the morning.
He blinked.
His eyes burned from not taking a break, which he guessed that he should take one now. He was almost finished anyway, so why not? Make him a cup of coffee loaded with caffeine, maybe check out what was in the fridge in the break room. Yada yada yada, so forth and so on.
Standing up, he stretched, his body popping in several places, as he hadn't really moved from that chair since 1.
He wasn't complaining though, it had gotten his mind of other matters, not to mention that it was something that needed to be done. Why not do it and get it over with.
Of course, he was going to get an earful from Raye and probably even Harry, but there was just so much a man could take in one week!
Draco, looking not so happy, opened the door to his office and paused. He listened very carefully and could have sword that he had heard something.
'Yea, keep it up and the paranoia isn't going to make you freak on your friends. that didn't even make any sense. I really do need my coffee right about now. Oh what I wouldn't give for a double espresso right about now. I doubt they would be open though.. and I'm talking to myself! At least I'm not talking out loud. ..'
Walking out of the door he looked around the store and didn't see anything amiss, which was good. So maybe he was just hearing things! .but that wasn't a good thing either. He could be going crazy. hearing voices. Oooohhh boy, going crazy already.
He was making his way to the back when he felt chill bumps rise up on his arms and his neck hairs stand on end.
He shuddered, and wish he had worn a jacket.
Swallowing, he opened his mouth, "Hello? Is anyone there?" He turned his head slightly to look behind him, and with his head still turned he sighed in relief. "I must really be getting paranoid."
But the eerie feeling still hadn't left him. he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and faced back towards his destination.
And when he opened them he saw an image that he would never, in his whole entire life, forget.
Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him, his face only a few inches away from Draco's, and Draco felt like he was about to puke.
And with a malicious smile on his face, he spoke, "Hello. Son."
Draco shuddered and the next thing he remembered was his world fading to black.
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Draco awoke with a start, his breathing uneven. Disoriented, he looked around and saw that he was in his office, setting at his computer. He arms were folded and that's where he guessed that he had lain his head down. Looking at the clock he saw that it read 2:30.
He thought back to his dream, it had been three then. 30 more minutes and it would be three.
He was getting out of there.
Saving what was on his computer, he shut it down. Grabbing his keys, and jacket and turning off all the lights in the store (excluding the emergency lights that stayed on) he rushed towards the door, locked it and left.
Of course, he didn't have any magic.. at least the last time he checked he didn't have any. But even muggles could have premonitions, and he would be damned if he would stay and find out if that would be one or not. He wasn't stupid and he didn't want to die at this early in his life.
Now that he had his father on his mind, it brought up everything to the surface of his mind. This past week, and everything that had happened, especially the whole Pansy-pregnant-with-his-child.
"I mean, what the fuck his her fucking deal! Ok, so I know she is pissed at me. so is the whole Slytherin House! So she just shows up one day at my store and comes on to me. Like she had known me for fucking ever. Okay so she has.. almost. So what if we were engaged since we were fucking born! That was just a stupid cover up for what HE promised to HIM!!" Draco was in full blown rant as he sat in his car, beat the steering wheel with his hand.
Yes, he had a car, he just never drove it unless he didn't have a choice.
"The nerve of that MAN! How could he expect me to call him father after everything that had happened! Damn it!" Draco put the key into the ignition and started it, his radio coming on full blast. Taking out his Matchbook Romance CD from the visor, he stuck it in.
"She is pregnant with my child. okay. Now is that even possible? Magic Draco! Stupid. Imperius, maybe? Possible. Polyjuice Potion? Or the Forgetfulness potion.?" He felt like banging his head on his steering wheel, but alas, he would have to refrain as he was driving.
Picking up his cell phone, he dialed his number to see if Raye was alright. She had been staying with him for the past week, he didn't mind at all. At least he wasn't alone anymore, despite that he was hardly home anymore anyway.
Harry had been busy the past week with his 'work' so he said. He had taken leave from his muggle job and was now full time on his work for the Minister.
"Hello, Raye speaking." Came a sleepy voice from the other end of his phone.
"Sorry to wake you, love. I'm on my way to the house now, I'll be there in a few minutes. Is everything okay?"
"Yea, so far so good. Harry stopped by earlier, told him you would be home a little late. He said to call him as soon as you get the chance."
"It didn't sound like anything important did it?"
"No, but he wasn't looking too good. Looked like he hadn't had a decent nights sleep in a week. which I wouldn't doubt it."
"Alright, I'll see you when I get home."
Draco hung up the phone and silently wondered what was going on in the world he had left behind.
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Harry stood in front of the Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley. He eyed the man suspiciously as he thought about what he had been doing for the man.
"Agent Potter. Sorry, I mean Harry. What is your report on the current Death Eater count?" Arthur asked the young man in front of him.
Harry looked at Arthur before answering, "The current count is. close to 40. They are growing in their numbers. Though I doubt its Voldermort that they are gathering for. My closest guess would be Lucius Malfoy is taking over the role of Dark Lord. I don't think that the Death Eaters, who escaped judgment, are all following him as their leader. That is something to think about. If not all the Death Eaters have 'faith' in Lucius, then this could be a very good thing. There were close to 150 Death Eaters that were killed in the war, 45 were executed, while 20 remain in Azkaban Prison. This is also excluding the many that either found a way to get out of the sentencing or 'disappeared', but still a threat is a threat."
Arthur nodded, " So you really believe that Lucius is alive? Have you any proof?"
"No I do not have any proof, I have searched for him everywhere. There was no sign of him.. but there wasn't a grave either. So unless he was incinerated, then he can't be dead, in my opinion. There is also, Draco to consider."
Arthur looked up at this, and he raised a brow at the man before him. "Draco Malfoy? You've found him, and why wasn't I told of this earlier, Potter!?"
Harry narrowed his emerald eyes at the man that he used to think of as a surrogate father, "Because, I didn't think that it was important to the case." He kept his voice calm, with no hint of any emotion as the Minister began to yell at him.
"Draco MALFOY?? Ring any bells, Potter?! He is the son of a Death Eater, he fought with Voldermort in the war! Personally I think he should have been put to death with his father! I don't understand how he got his way out of it, but all I can think of is Dumbledore. Am I correct in guess this, Potter?"
"No, your not correct, Minister. Draco Malfoy was not a Death Eater, nor will he ever be one. You know nothing, so I'd advise to you keep you mouth shut. As it IS my investigation, I do NOT have to report my findings to you at all. Now, if we are quite finished here, Minister, I'm leaving." Harry spun on his heel and began to walk out. "Oh, and if anything happens to Draco, and I find out that you were behind it. Well, Ill just leave it at that. Good Day, Minister." Harry said over his shoulder before opening the door and slamming it good and hard that it almost splintered.
Arthur glared darkly at the door before setting at his desk and going about his business.
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Harry walked down the hall, his boots making loud THUNK THUNK noises as he angrily made his way to where Ron was currently residing. He eyes had darkened considerably as he walking into the private headquarters of Head Auror Ronald Weasley.
Ron looked up at the loud foot steps outside his door and really didn't like the feeling he was getting.
The door opened and he was faced with an angry looking Harry Potter, and a angry looking Harry Potter was not fun to look at.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!!!" Ron jumped and hid behind his desk.
Harry blinked, "So much for the hardened warrior known as the Head Auror of the MoM." Harry said with a hint of humor in his voice.
Ron stood up and stuck his tongue out at Harry, "Yea, well if you were me and you saw you, when your angry you would hide also. Damn Harry, what crawled up your ass and died, mate?"
"Your father."
"Oh oh! Mental picture, damn it Harry!" Ron banged his head on his desk a few times before looking back up at Harry. "What'd he say this time?"
"Oh you know the usual. said some stuff about Draco, and I wasn't too happy about that." Harry flopped down in one of the chairs and slumped.
"Ah," Was all that Ron said, because he immediately understood. "Why do you report to him anyway? Aren't you basically higher up on the social latter then he is?"
"Currently.. yes, but it is my job. I may be of higher rank Ron, but that doesn't mean that I control what goes on in the Wizarding World." Harry sighed and messaged his temples; his head was killing him.
Ron looked at him, "Gee, Harry you don't look like you've slept much. In fact I'd say you look like shit."
"Well if I look as bad as I feel, I would have to agree with you. What's the news on Pansy?" Harry asked, speaking her name venomously.
"She is pregnant. If its Draco's child, we cant tell at the moment. Its like there's a magical block, whenever we try the magic gets absorbed and then there's nothing. Potions aren't working either. And these are Snape's potions, so let me tell you, we are all very much at a dead end with this current situation."
Harry nodded, he was very perplexed at how she just appeared out of now where. but what about when he caught Draco and Pansy kissing that one time? Could it really be Draco's child? 'There must be something he's not telling me. Though he did seem just as shocked when she appeared. But if I remember Draco, he can pull off any mask he throws up.'
"Harry?"
Harry looked up at Ron and smiled, "Don't worry about it Ron, I'll go visit Hermione and see if she's come up with anything. I'll let you know what's going on. Oh and. keep an eye out for Lucius." With that Harry disappeared.
Ron stared at the empty seat."Damn it!" He swore as the realization of what Harry had just said sunk in.
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Despite the wards on St. Mungo's, Harry was still able to appirate in front of the ward that was holding Pansy. Entering the room he saw that Hermione was standing away from the bed while Pansy was being held down by three Medi-wizards as she started thrashing and yelling obscenities at anything that moved.
Harry walked over to where Hermione stood, "What's up with her?"
Hermione turned and looked at him, "She's been officially admitted into the ward for the insane. As soon as she was brought here she started ranting in a language that I don't recognize. I don't know if this could harm the baby, it needs to be removed. She shouldn't be allowed to carry another life!" Hermione spat viciously.
"Is it really Draco's then?" Harry asked curiously.
"Yes, I was able to get past the block. that's when she really started going wild. But it wasn't conceived normally. This was caused by dark magic, I've just NEVER heard of this before. What was her motivation to do this?" Hermione wondered.
"Oh, that's obvious, beside the fact that she's always hung all over Draco in school? I was thinking more along the lines of luring him to Lucius." Harry looked over at Pansy.
"To say this Harry, I don't think the baby is really hers either. It didn't have any traces of Parkinson magic. It's going to be a Muggle born."
Harry looked back at her, confusion evident on his face, "What are, exactly, are you saying?"
She turned so that she had his full attention, "What I'm saying, is that she has no right to carry this child. It's not hers, but it is Draco's. Is confusing to me also, but I do know that this child had to have been removed from its true mother and placed inside of Pansy. With this, she could have lured Draco, as you said earlier, to Lucius, if that's what her plan was. What I would like to know, is what Lucius wants from Draco. His magic." Hermione trailed off as Pansy started to laugh insanely.
"Oh! That's enough from you!" Harry said as he put a silencing charm on the witch. "There, much better. As you were saying, that Draco is the father, but the child is stolen? How can you find out who the real mother is?"
"That's the problem, I'm not sure yet. I know this may be a little hard for you, but you need to ask Draco about his past partners." Hermione sighed and looked over at the women in the bed.
"I understand what your asking Hermione. I'll see about it. But I think you need to get some rest, you look like you haven't slept in ages!" Harry slung his arms around her shoulders.
"Speak for yourself Harry.. You need a bath!" She pushed him away. "Go find Draco and ravish him or something. Just stay away from me until you've had a bath." She wrinkled her nose.
"Fine! I can see when I'm not wanted!" Harry stuck out his tongue and disappeared and left Hermione starring worriedly at where he stood only a few seconds ago.
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I'm Evil, no!? Mwa ha ha ha ha ah!! Anyway, so how was that? Any better then the last chapter? Did I clear up some stuff. I hope so! Sorry it took me so long in updating!! But I updated and that's all that counts, right? Right? I sincerely apologize for the sad excuse of a chapter 10. *bows*
Thank you to all who reviewed it though! :D I really really appreciate your reviews!
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Thanks to those who have followed this fic!
This was written while listening to Matchbook Romance(West for Wishing)!
Good band good band * nods *
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