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At the beginning

Tom Riddle was three, wanting to be adopted, but instead darkness touched him one day he was playing outside. Someone who could see the future appeared in front of him, offering him a piece of chocolate. He eagerly ate the cursed sweet containing a seed of darkness. Though, there was hope, all curses have a cure unless they are an Unforgivable. A year later, a lady called him behind a tree. She was very pretty, so he ran to her, and she kissed his forehead. "Tom, we all have choices, don't forget my words." She turned into a fairy, like in the stories in the books. Unknown to him, she had modified the curse, so now there was a chance for him.

While in Hogwarts, he saw the same lady walking behind Maggie. Like before, she wore a gauzy dress, and he could see her naked body, with her wild hair down to her waist. She touched Maggie, but nobody, other than Tom, saw her. Tom wished the lady would love him, he remembered her all those years wishing she would come and adopt him. He called her, and she turned around, smiled, put her finger in front of her lips, asking him to be quiet, and vanished.

He had been out for a year but still wanted Maggie to care. He remembered their kisses and their love. He waited outside of Hogwarts knowing Maggie liked to walk after class. He saw her and tried to talk to her, but she ran away, "You are darkness, Professor Dumbledore is right, stay away from me." Once again, she broke his heart, making him wish for someone to care. Where was the Lady? If he saw her, he knew how to make her stay, and hell with Maggie. He knew Maggie was for him, but no longer cared. His friends would laugh if he told them about the fairy, but she was real and he knew it.

Draco

What happened at Malfoy Manor 1998 Draco

Draco Malfoy could not stand seeing Granger torn to pieces; he was enraged. They could not touch her; what was happening to him? He remembered earlier that week.

His aunt Bellatrix was a fucking nut. He was ashamed at his mother supporting her. Even his uncles Lestrange did not like her at all. How could they? He had seen his aunt Cruciatus Rabastan, while uncle Rodolphus looked the other way clenching his fists. The spectacle was one of the worse things he ever saw. Then, she made her husband undress Rabastan, casting a dark spell to get Rabastan ready for her. Now, he knew that a woman could rape a man. Rabastan had wet eyes, making Draco realize this was not the first time this had happened. When he saw what she was fixing to do next, he ran, and ran until he reached his room, locked it, and threw up.

He went to his mother and told her what he saw. "Draco, you must have seen wrong. I suppose you know Bella is bonded to the two brothers," she said casually. Draco knew it was a lie, and although it was the Lestrange tradition, Rabastan rebelled against it. As it was, Rodolphus had been tricked into marriage; better said, Bella had given him a strong love potion. What Bella wanted, she got, and Narcissa his mother was a weak sheep. His uncle Rabastan told him their chosen one was Andromeda, but Bella ruined it. Rodolphus wanted Narcissa for a while, not him, he still wished for Andy or someone else. No matter, in the end, they got Bella.

His father knew that Bellatrix was the one in control of the Manor. Draco had heard rumors of his father being tortured and raped by her while his mother stood and watched. His mother was changed since his aunt had arrived, he didn't like her, or love her now. Sometimes he wondered if he were her child, feeling he had been born to the wrong mother. It was as if his mother were possessed, but she wasn't, the truth was that Bellatrix controlled her, and Narcissa allowed her. Not only that, he believed his mother was in love with the Dark Lord, and maybe Bella also loved him. No, he didn't like his mother; she was just like Bella, maybe worse, but she hid it better.

He had heard a great commotion, "Aw, wha'a nice arse and tits, I wanna a piece of that. A mudblood who fancies she's better than us, needs to be fucked by a real wizard to put'er in her place." The one talking was a snatcher who made him ill.

"Watch it, don't say anythin' round the wolf, cause he gots someting for her. He thinks the Dark Lord will giv' him the Granger chit to him. He nearly bit my head off for touching her bum." The one wearing Granger's scarf, the one Draco gave her, said.

Draco thought he would be sick, seeing they had Potty and Granger, those animals. Best if he hid away. As he turned around to leave, Avery was calling him, "Draco, my man, everyone must come for the show."

He was afraid to see, but it was worse than he had expected. His father could not even look and was crying. He couldn't stand seeing Draco's schoolmate being tortured. Aunt Bella, the fucking monster, had already Cruciatus Granger four times. Draco wanted to scream.

Blood poured out Hermione's nose and ears. Her torso also bled because her jumper was soaked in blood. "Lucius, it was not my choice, she Imperius me into cutting her, and the witch is a child like Draco. I want to die, I hate my life." He heard his Uncle Rodolphus saying he had cut Granger. Bile ran up Draco's throat, knowing he could not take much more of this.

"They have Greyback tied with silver chains, nearly dead; what in the bloody hell is happening? Why is the crazy bitch torturing a child?" Someone said behind him.

With effort, he tried to close out his mouth, wanting to scream, to tell his evil aunt to stop. Bellatrix sounded like a hyena, pointing the wand at Hermione, who was drenched in blood and begging. "No more, please no more, I am telling the truth about the sword," Granger said, going on her knees. The Dark Lord came in that second and screamed, "Bella stop it, you crazy bitch. I'll kill you. She is the one; I was blind because of the hair. She came from now." But Bella laughed, pointed her wand, and Cruciatus Granger once more.

That did it, Lucius guessing Draco's intent tried to stop him; Rodolphus did as well. It went very fast, all at once, it was chaos. Draco wasn't paying attention, and in one large jump, he pointed his wand at Aunt Bellatrix, "Give me your fucking wand, or I'll kill you, crazy witch."

She laughed, "Little bitty Duaco wants the Mudblood, poor uittle [sic] bitty baby. His itsy bitsy cock wants to prick the Mudblood." As she cast another Cruciatus at fallen Hermione. He could hear the Dark Lord screaming as well.

Bella turned when Rodolphus surprised everyone by pointing his wand and casting a Sempra curse at her. Bella saw it first, docking it, so the curse hit Draco full blast. As Draco fell, he saw how a green light covered his uncle Dolphus, the Unforgivable. He also saw when his dad reacted, and did the same to Bella, screaming, "Not my son!" Several green lights covered Bella. One from Severus, pointing at Bella, while running, trying to pick up Hermione and Draco. It was madness.

The Dark Lord roared angrily, "Imbeciles, who cares anymore. You let the crazy bitch kill the fairy, now everyone dies." Blaming everyone, probably angry he had not reacted sooner, he started killing one by one, sparing the ones who had tried to save Hermione. Everyone ran to take cover, but Narcissa, who stood smiling, not caring.

Dobby came down and offered a hand, but Draco didn't have the strength, from a corner in the room he saw a figure, a female, maybe an angel, who threw a pulsating globe on top of them. Reality faded as he went down a tunnel, hearing a voice, "We finally found her, but it is not too late. Draco be at peace, there is one more chance; this is not the end but a good beginning, all has changed. You will be rewarded." When Draco opened his eyes, he saw Granger under him, the light was coming through the windows, why was his father looking so young, was that his Father?" And who was the one coming towards him? He was so cold; was that his Grandfather? But wasn't his grandfather dead, murdered by the Dark Lord? Yes, it was his grandfather. How?

"Grandfather, I am so cold." Draco felt his body just fading away; it was cold but there was no more pain, Granger, she was so pretty; he had loved her. He still loved her; of course all boys love their mother, but who was that?

1971 Malfoy Manor

Lucius and Fenrir

Lucius Malfoy was already a prefect and was sure he would make Head Boy next year. He could not wait to start school in a few days. Next Yuletide, his parents would announce his engagement to Narcissa Black. What a beauty and nearly perfect, he thought, hoping she would be more responsive once they were engaged. He was ready for a real experience, so he refused to go with his father to see a courtesan. After all, Lucius was not keen on sharing anything, much less his body.

He wanted to be ready to leave and was packing. He needed to pick up some books to bring to Hogwarts. On his way to the library, Lucius heard a great commotion in the main drawing room. He was next to it, so he rushed to the main door.

Lying in the middle of the room, in a large pool of blood, he saw two bodies, one was a wizard with platinum blond hair, and one was a witch with the wildest hair he had ever seen. He could not figure out how they had gotten in.

His father had been alerted and came running to check them and called, "Someone gets Healer Muctis, or his son, fast, the young man, he must be a Malfoy, and is about to die. The young witch might not survive tonight."

The young wizard, with Lucius' eyes, opened his eyes, "Grandfather, I am cold, I don't want to die. Aunt Bella is a monster, don't let her kill anyone else." He coughed great amounts of blood, "Hold my hand, I am afraid, Granger, I cannot see her, it was the Dark Lord's fault. Tell Dad I forgive him, but never my mother; I won't because she betrayed me. Hold me." Abraxas went on his knees and held him. Tears clouded his vision.

Muctis had arrived when Draco coughed and died. As soon as he seemed to die, his body faded again, and all that was left was the young woman. If they had understood the significance of a body disappearing, they would have understood the future was changing right in front of their eyes.

It all happened in seconds, Lucius was still frozen, looking at his father covered with blood. "He called me grandfather, who was he? He looked like you Lucius, hell he looked like me." He dried his tears with the back of his hand.

Muctis examined the witch, determining she was in very bad shape. "I don't have enough blood replenishing solution, plus we need a bed so I can tend to her better. St Mungo's might be a better choice."

"No," said Abraxas, "I think we take care of this here. Not a word to anyone, who knows how they got here or what happened."

Lucius and the Witch

The next day the witch seemed to be better. Lucius was reading a book in her room. He ate his meals and stayed by her side all night. Why? He had no idea. When she opened her eyes, "Draco, is that you? Why are we in a room? Is this your home?" She asked.

The slow drawl wasn't Draco's voice. "Who is the Draco you seek?" His voice was curt; her question irritated him. Again, he wasn't sure why. Who was Draco? He asked again, but she was sleeping again. She was dreaming about Draco.

1971

Lucius looked at the young woman who had been nearly tortured to death. While sitting with the injured witch Lucius noticed she wore a strange medallion. Apparently, his father knew her; this was much too strange for him. His father was adamant her presence had to be kept a secret, especially from Voldemort.

Once Dobby and Mipzy had cleaned her up, she looked rather well. Dobby was such a weirdo, always wearing dirty rags, saying he didn't like to be enslaved. An enslaved person indeed, Lucius felt hostility towards Dobby; sometimes his words made Lucius think. This time Dobby wore a clean smock, the ones with the Malfoy crest. Lucius realized Dobby liked the witch, fancy that; at least he had good taste.

His father was disturbed, and he asked him to stay and look over her. He didn't want his jealous wife to hear about the young woman. His father said she needed to be out the house as soon as she was well. Lucius was going to Hogwarts; maybe she would also go; he hoped so, he did.

At first, Lucius resented his father when he asked him to look over the witch. He was upset because he had planned to go out with Rodolphus, Pucey, and Yaxley, and maybe they would see the Black sisters. Of course, that might not work out since Rodolphus was also after Narcissa, hmm, he thought.

Lucius knew if he couldn't go out, who would be out there like a bird of prey? Lestrange, and he would not be there. Lucius suspected that Narcissa and Rodolphus had something going, but Bella wanted Rodolphus.

However, the more he looked at the injured witch, the more he noticed how pretty she was and the less he cared to go out. He pulled his wand to braid her hair, to get it away from her neck and face. He remembered fancy braids in books, and made one with ribbons and seed pearls. With the hair away, she looked changed, even better. He could see she was a tiny doll, so delicate.

The witch was feverish, so he called Mipzy, who came with cold water presses. He left the room with Mipzy, sending her to bring him clean cloth. He was gone for a few minutes, wanting to find a potion in his room and a couple of things. Teh moment he left her body dissapeared.

The Witch and Years Before- Malfoy Manor

Hermione dreamed she was at Malfoy Manor and was lost, wearing a nightgown, but she didn't own any. The gown was see-through, but this was only a dream. She was glad it was a dream because there were many young wizards, mostly handsome ones. "Where am I?" She asked. She wasn't feeling well and was nearly naked.

Strangely, with her body hurting, it felt real. A very tall wizard, taller than all, came to sniff her hand. He felt familiar. They were all talking at the same time, and he said things that made no sense. The giant wizard was stopping the others from coming near. "No, don't come near her, stay back, or I will hurt you." He was growling, or where was the big dog?

She saw a young Tom Riddle and wanted to hide. He was looking at her with possession, talking about fairies and Hogwarts, and how this time he had one to keep. They started to fight, and every one of them was putting claims on her. They could see the magic flowing all around her, but not only magic, they could also see her toned body under the transparent gown, making all want her.

Tom Riddle was screaming, "Everyone, she is mine, mine. I will kill anyone who tries for her; she is the only one fit to be my bride. This time I keep her. You move away from her, now. Or do you want to die? I know how to make it happen, move," but the giant wouldn't budge, holding her tight.

Hermione held on to the giant, whispering, "No, no, don't let him, not him."