A Dragon's Embrace
Chapter Seven: The Story
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Rating: PG-13! And it will most likely go up again in later chapters. Be warned, this chapter is currently a higher rated PG-13 because of darker themes talked about towards the end.
A/N: I am so sorry that I have been updating in almost 8 months. It has seemed that life has caught up with me and I have had some issues to deal with along with a great, big, fat, in-your-face writer's block. Thank you all for reviewing and continuing to read my story even though I haven't updated, as I should have.
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Socks4tay -- I'm sorry that you didn't like it. But I think part of the reason it because your mind it making stuff up! I never ONCE mentioned Nick's hair color (BTW it is brown) or the guys' shirts (if they were even wearing any winkwink) That is because I find that the writers that spend 20 or so lines describing someone's outfit id it isn't important to the story mundane, over detailed writers that focus to much on appearances for their characters to develop properly. And that some stuff can be left for the reader's imagination and apparently you are blaming my story because of things your mind thinks up!
As for Draco swearing, Hermione swears more then him and except for angry out burst there isn't that much!
And yes, it is supposed to be different with Draco playing soccer! There will be a point to that later!
And you know what? For someone who gets on me like no other, you sure hold a double standard. Because almost everything you fault me with in my story, I found in yours.
Dragons POV
I watched as my father stunned Hermione, knocking her out cold. The action didn't surprise me, but the fact that Granger could be stupid almost did.
I continued to watch my father as he checked to make sure she was unconscious. Then turning to me, he said, "You did well, son, to owl me about the girl. The Lord wants us to now bring her to our manor and wait while he is finishing some…business with a traitor that was found."
I remembered how after Mia told me that she was the Lord's daughter, I went back to my cabin to change, and before arriving at the lake I stopped in the woods to send the letter I had written, after changing into my swimming gear, to my father. Finding Demon, my black eagle owl, I quickly reread the letter.
Dear Father,
I have presently come upon some information that could be valuable to our Lord. Hermione Granger, formally believed to be a Muggleborn, is also attending the soccer camp with me. Just moments ago, she has confided in me that she is of magical decent. Miss Granger claims to be the lost daughter of the Dark Lord. She had also showed me the Slytherin Mark which she carries on her lower back. I do believe that she is telling the truth and respectfully advise that you inform our lord. I will be expecting your owl or visit.
Your son,
Draco Mikhail Malfoy
After finishing reading the letter, I remembered tying it to Demon's leg and telling he to give it only to my father no matter what.
I snapped out of my memories as my father told me to go and grab a change of clothes for myself and Hermione. Stating that he didn't know how long we would be gone. I didn't question him as I went through Hermione's tiny dresser.
Everyone at camp go a small 3 or 4 drawer dresser that sat next to their beds. I reached into hers and grabbed a set of clothes and s big shirt and boxers for her to sleep in, and put them in a tiny bag that I had found atop her bed.
Next I grabbed my wand and preformed the summoning charm to find her wand. "Accio Hermione's wand,'" I said, hoping that the charm wouldn't make the wand fly into my eyes or something.
After a brief whizzing, the vine wood wand flew into my hand. I also put that in the bag with her clothes and threw the bag over my shoulder, deciding I would just grab my clothes from home if need should arise.
Turning to father I said, "I'm ready. Do you wish for my help transporting her?"
Father shook his head no before speaking, "No, we will just Apparate to the Manor and wait for the Lord to summon us. When we reach the Manor you should get some robes from your mother and have the House Elves help her change into them as they will be more appropriate for when she meets the Lord, if that is what he wishes. Make sure she doesn't make a nuisance of herself once she awakens. The Dark Lord wishes to have some…fun with the traitor and might take a while."
"Yes Father. May I inquire who the traitor it?"
"I believe it was someone in the Outer Circle. A nobody," Lucius answered while checking to make sure no remains of his visit were left. "I believe we are set to depart. Let us go."
Nodding, Draco agreed, "I shall see you at home then. "Checking to make sure he had Hermione's bag of stuff, he and his father disappeared with a small pop!
As she awakened from the spell, Hermione felt as if she has been hit with an 18-wheeler, 'Holy shit, I am sore! Note to self, never get hit with the stunning spell agai-'' Her thoughts were cut short as the door opened and in walked a house elf, levitating a set of deep green robes with silver and black trimming, as well as a vial.
"Ella greats Mistress and Ella wishes to know if the Mistress will need assistance into her robes?" squeaked out the house elf, realizing that Hermione was now awake.
"Well, I do think I can manage, but thank you-" Mia's thanks was cut short as she tried to rise out of the green and black sheeted bed. Rolling over, she gasped in pain as her head spun. 'I don't know whether my head is killing me because of my head hitting the rock or the spell, but either way there will be one less Malfoy in the world if I get my way!'
"Ella? Actually, I think I am sorer then I thought. Could you please help me change? I don't think people would appreciate me walking around n my swimming suit with just shorts and a tank top over them," Mia tried to joke through the headache.
"Yes Mistress, Ella would be happy to help Mistress get dressed," the house elf said, happy she could help.
"Well your help you be most welcome then," Mia's said politely, then asked, "Do you think you have anything for a head ache?"
"Why yes Mistress, here please drink this!" Ella said, handing Mia the bottle she had been holding the entire time.
"Thank you, Ella."
"No thanks needed Mistress. 'Tis Ella's job," squeaked out the tiny elf while she helped Hermione into the green robes.
It was obvious that they robes had been tailored for a taller, more robust witch, but Ella calmly informed her in her most proud, squeaky voice that her mother was a seamstress elf and had taught Ella 'everything Ella knows Miss,' with a quick flick of her tiny Elfin hand.
As if in fast-forward, the hem was taken up about six inches, the previously huge bust and hip areas were taken in from a near Dolly Parton size to one that made the emerald robes fit Mia's petite body perfectly.
"Whoa! Thank you so much Ella! Whose were these to begin with anyways?"
"Why Mistress, they belonged to Madam Malfoy," Ella answered.
Hermione finally looked around enough to take in the room, and then quickly gasped in amazement.
The entire room was done in shades of emeralds, blacks, and silvers. The walls were a deep forest green with silver and black etchings on them. Upon closer examination, the etchings turned out to be a moral the told the story of a little Elfish girl who lost her way and only with the help of a Light Fairy, was she able to find her way home, over coming attacks by giants, trolls, werewolves, and other 'hideous' creatures.
'Humm… something you wouldn't expend to find in a room at the Malfoys. If that is even where I am…' Mia pondered as she continued to take in the room around her. There was a dressed and night stand made of dark mahogany and a small table and chairs set by a pair of doors that led out onto a small balcony. Across from the large bed was a door that was partially opened to a huge bathroom and next to that was a large walk in closet. 'Man, I wonder how bid the master suite is!'
"Ella, this is the Malfoy Manor, correct? I mean, if I am wearing Mrs. Malfoy's clothes then this must be their house."
"Oh yes Mistress, and as soon as Mistress is finished preparing, Ella is to take Mistress to see Master Malfoy and son.
"Oh…okay…and please just call me Mia or Hermione if you must, but please, there is no need to call me 'Mistress.'"
"Yes Mistress," Ella agreed while nodding, "whatever you say Mistress."
Mia sighed, giving up without a fight because she knew how stubborn house elves could be when it came to titles and such after her many unsuccessful years with S.P.E.W.
Ella piped up again, "Is Mistress ready to meet the Masters?"
"Yes Ella, I am ready. Let's go."
And then the two walked out of the exquisite chambers through the wide double doors to meet the Malfoy males.
Library
Lucius Malfoy dipped into a respectful bow as Hermione walked in and Ella disappeared with a bow and a snap.
"Miss Riddle, are you ready to see your father?" Lucius asked after rising.
"Mr. Malfoy, I am not sure the Dark Lord will be wanting me to take his name, nor am I sure I want to. But even if grudgingly I am willing to go if I must."
"Okay, come, let us go," Lucius said walking to a large fireplace and grabbing a handful of floo powder. "You just are required to say 'Riddle Manor.' I will go first followed by you and then Draco. Do not try to floo anywhere else because the Manor is only connected for a moment to the Floo Network, and you will not be able to go anywhere else. Is that understood?"
Draco spoke up first, not trusting Mia to say something she might regret later, "Yes Father, we both understand."
"Okay then," Lucius said as he tossed the floo powder into the hearth and shouted out, "Riddle Manor!" and stepped into the now green flames.
And with that, Hermione grabbed a hand full of powder as well.
Swallowing a lump the size of a hippogriff in her throat, she plastered on a fake smile and said to Draco in her best American-skydiver voice, "Catch ya on da flip side," and she threw the powder in the fire and called out, "Riddle Manor!" and stepped into the flames, as Lucius had, and disappeared.
Draco's POV
I watched as Hermione stepped into the green flames and disappeared. I sighed and then too, walked over to the hearth, grabbed a handful of floo powder, tossed it into the once again red and orange flames, and shouted out the phrase that seemed to be growing in popularity, "Riddle Manor!" Once that was done, I walked into the green flames to meet Mia and my father. 'Well, here goes nothing,' I thought before giving myself up to the jerking of the floo network.
After I had arrived with Draco behind following, we were all ushered into another large library that was filled with all sorts of books from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet to The Do's and Don'ts of Dark Magic. I had to laugh at that one and just imagine at what must be in there. 'I bet that one would be a good laugh to read.' My internal laughter was cut short as I noticed a dark, clocked figure staring into the fire placed against the wall opposite of the side we had entered through tall, reaching, double doors. Lucius approached the figure and stood a respectful distance away, bowed slightly, and said, "My lord, my I present Ms. Hermione Granger."
The Dark Lord just stood there, not turning away from the enticing flames, seemingly not even realizing that he was being spoken to until he said in a low voice, "So this is the one that claims to carry the Mark of Salazar Slytherin." His voice stopped for a moment as if its owner was in deep thought. "Ah. Young Mr. Malfoy as well. I haven't seen you in quite a time. I hope my favorite young Death Eater is doing well?"
"Yes my lord. I am quite well, thank you," Draco answered in a very respectful voice while bowing.
"Good, good. Now, if you two wouldn't mind, I would like to speak with my daughter. Lucius, I believe that there is a brandy for you and a butterbeer for your son waiting in the drawing room if you would like. You can make yourself at home, as you do spend so much time here, I suppose it is like a second one," at this last statement, Voldemort chuckled and Mia could feel a strange sense of brotherly love transpiring between the two adults.
"Yes, my lord. Shall my son and I wait for Ms. Granger?"
Voldemort nodded his head and with a wave of his hand, he dismissed the two Malfoys.
As Draco was walking out, he gently grasped Mia's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Good luck Mia," and then continued to walk with his father, leaving Hermione alone with one of the darkest wizards of all time…and her father as well.
She would need all the help she could get.
As the Malfoys walked out of the library, young Draco bent down and in a quite voice whispered into then young woman's ear. When the Dark Lord heard him use the name 'Mia', his heart stopped for a brief moment before he got his emotions under control.
He felt his hopes rise as he thought to himself, 'Maybe this is the one. Maybe I have found her at last,' but while the Dark Lord was carrying these thoughts, his face never changed form the cool, collected, indifferent face he normally wore.
Turning to the young woman in front of him, he quickly took in her looks.
Brunette hair was highlighted from then sun. Brown intelligent eyes that normally spoke volumes were guarded and reminded him so much of another pair from many years ago. She carried a short stature, probably only about 5'4", but was not frail. All in all she was a striking young woman. 'Oh, darling Lizzy. I wish you could see her! Oh Merlin, how she has grown,' his thoughts were interrupted as her voice rang through the library.
"So you are the Dark Lord, huh?" she smirked. "Funny, I though you would be taller."
"And I would have thought that a young lady would have learned more manners."
"Oh, I have learned them, but I save them for people that don't abandon their children," Hermione retorted, her temper flaring.
'Well at least she doesn't lack courage or backbone, either that or she just has a butt load of stupidity,' Voldemort thought to himself before saying, "So you think I abandoned you? If you thought that then why did you seek me out?"
"W-well, I-I wanted-" Mia stumbled.
"You wanted to know why. You wanted to see if I ever loved you. If I ever thought about you. If I ever longed to hold you in my arms, or to rock you, or give you a lecture about teenaged boys and why you should stay way from them," he finished for her.
"How did you know? I learned Occlumency years ago, so you can't be reading my thoughts," Hermione was racking her brain, trying to think of how he was able to speak her thoughts.
"Ah! For the smartest witch Hogwarts has ever seen, I can't believe you do not know. Did Potter forget to tell you? Did the old man, Dumbledore, hide it from you? I was raised in an orphanage for many years. I asked the very same questions," the Dark Lord stopped there, fighting back painful memories from his childhood.
"D-Did," Hermione asked in a small voice, "did you ever get your answers?"
"No, I didn't," he saw her face fall from the hope that was there just seconds ago, though well hidden. "But I will make sure you get yours."
"Really?"
"Really. How about I start at why you were up for adoption in the first place," the Dark Lord took a deep, steadying breath and asked her for something in return. "I will answer all of your questions and tell you all you want to know, all I ask is that for at least the time you and I are in this room, you don't judge me on my actions against your friend Potter, anything others might have told you, and your preconceptions of me." After he had spoken, he waited for her reaction. Knowing if any of his Death Eaters or followers would have seen him, they would have thought the Dark Lord week for all of the emotion he was showing, though most could barley tell. But still he didn't care and just sat there, not valuing for the moment what others thought, because right now the only opinion was that mattered to him in the world was the one that belonged to the young woman who was without a doubt his lost daughter.
So Tom Riddle sat there and watched her. He watched her weigh his offer. Debating whether or not she should-for at least this time-abandon her previous opinions of him and give him a chance to earn a blank slate.
Her inner war ceased for a moment and the Lord watched her take a deep breath before answering him in a confident voice that was, as sadden as he was to admit it, worthy of a Gryffindor.
"Yes, I'll do it. You have a deal."
I shocked myself, I truly did. 'I just made a deal with Voldemort!' That thought repeated over and over in my mind like a broken record. Along with that came so many thoughts and questions that were far too numerous to count.
I didn't know what to ask first. 'Should I ask why I was put of for adoption or should I ask how he and my mother first met? Hell! Who was my mother?'
Finally my inner musings came to a halt when the wizard in front of me spoke once more.
"Well, I guess I should start at the beginning."
The Dark Lord begain to speek. Telling the tell of Mia's mother and him."It was during the time when I was really starting to rise as a dark lord. Many fathers whose families had been involved in the Dark Arts had propositioned me with their daughter's hands in marriage. They all wanted to be powerful and famous and they thought the best way to do it would be by marrying their daughters off. Sadly, all of the girls were dimwitted or even more annoying then I have heard Pansy Parkinson can be. The bride I wanted would need to be intelligent, poised, and sociable. Basically she would need to be able to be my queen, ruling by my side if the need should arise.
"One day, I was walking in Diagon Alley-for these were the days where no one knew what I looked like and so I could go out into public-and I happened to knock into a young woman outside the entrance to Knockturn Alley where I was headed. Now, Knockturn, though wasn't quite as notorious as it is now, was still no place that a young woman should have been walking around.
"I, being the gentleman I was, helped her up off the ground where she had fallen. As soon as she was on her feet again, she began to give me suck a scolding that I, the Dark Lord, turned red!
"She was a spit fire! Telling me how I should watch were I placed my oversized feet and so on. And I just stood there in shock. Here was a young witch in her 20's my guess and she was giving me a lecture! But I just watched her and, as corny-I believe that is the muggle word for it-as corny as it sounds, I fell in love. Of course I didn't know it yet, but it still happened.
"So I just stood there and when she finally stopped, I sincerely apologized for my 'rude behavior' as she put it and continued on with my business.
"I couldn't get her out of my mind for weeks. Keep in mind I didn't know a single thing about her, not her name, whether she was married, not even her age! All I knew was that she has an ability to do something not even the nuns as my old orphanage were able to do-make me feel bad for my actions. And all I did was run into her too!
"Well, anyways, I though about this girl for weeks until at an engagement party for a couple I knew, I saw her again!
"Oh, she was such a sight. All dressed up in this fine gown and her hair up. In fact I still almost didn't recognize her. That was until she started to let loose on a poor bloke that had spilled red wine all over her dress.
"My, if I thought she had got me bad, boy was I mistaken. He got it worse then a boy who was caught shagging his date in her father's house!"
The Dark Lord paused here, thinking about the young woman, clearly enjoying his memories. Still having a far away look in his eyes, he continued, "Everyone stopped to watch who was getting scolded this time. In fact, I believe it was Lucius Malfoy, yes, yes, it was.
"Finally, Lucius stammered a quick sorry and ran off in the other direction.
"Now, Lucius and I were dear friends and even though he tries to appear like he is my servant and such he is truly like my best friend and brother. So of course I went over there to apologize once again for my friend's rude behavior…
"I'm very sorry for my friends actions miss," a younger, more vibrant Tom Riddle said to the striking beauty in front of him. "He sometimes has a habit of tripping over his own feet."
The young lady looked at the man in front of her and frowned, "He must get it from you," she said looking him up and down. "I remember you. You were the klutz at Diagon Alley that was also unmindful of his feet."
"Yes Miss, that was I. I don't believe I ever got a chance to formally say I was sorry for that incident."
"No you didn't," the woman said. "Now if you don't mind, a friends I must talk to just arrived." And without further ado, she turned and walked away.
"Wait!" the Lord cried thou he didn't raise his voice; the desperation was made clear in that one word.
The beauty sighed, "Yes?"
"I never got you name."
She looked like she was just going to walk away once more and ignore the request for her name, but then to the Lord's surprise and pleasure, she spoke up, "Elizabeth." And with that one word, the beauty by the name of Elizabeth turned and joined a group of laughing women.
"So my mother's name was Elizabeth?" Mia asked.
"Yes, Elizabeth Rose Dufur."
"So what happened after the party?" she once again questioned him.
"Well for a better part of six months, I tried to court her but she would have nothing to do with me, no matter what I did. All she would do was ignore me. And in the rare chance I would get a response out of her, it would just be so she could scold me." Mia's father almost smiled at a memory that played in his head. "I remember once, I was trying to get her to talk to me by taking her out on a horse back ride because she loved horses and riding greatly. She got so mad at me for showing up at her house, she unseated me from my saddle by forcing my foot up and out of the stirrup, and I landed in a fresh pile of horse manure from the mount I had chosen for her to ride."
Hermione was shocked to say the least. Not only that her mother had the guts to do something like that, but that the Dark Lord actually started to smile as he told her of his memories.
"And after that?"
"Finally she stopped yelling at me as often, throwing everything and anything back at my face, and refusing to see or speak to me. She started to accompany me to dinner, to the theater, and on rides around her or my estates.
"The about two years after she and I first met I asked her to marry me and she agreed.
"By then I had made quite a name for my self as the Dark Lord and so the news that we were engaged caused quite an uproar on both sides."
Mia frowned for a moment at this. "Why," she asked, "would that cause such an uproar?"
Tom looked at his daughter for a moment, "Are you sure you want to know?" He saw the petite, young woman in front of him hesitate, then nod her head.
"Yeah, I want to know it all."
Tom took a deep breath before continuing. "It caused an uproar for many reasons. One was because while in Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor, among others was the fact that previously her and Dumbledore's grandson-who was the last of the line other the Great Albus himself-had dated and supposedly been engaged before he was killed by a group of Death Eaters only about three months before we meet for the first time outside Knockturn Alley," he paused at Hermione gasp of disbelief and then continued, "She also was the daughter of the current Minister of Magic."
Mia let that all sink in before speaking, "So, I get why that would shock the light side, but why your side, why were your supporters so unsettled?"
"Can't you imagine the news if the 'Evilest Man ever' fell in love? Not only to that, but if the article of his affections had ties to the two main forces he was fighting against?"
"Okay, I get your point," Mia responded.
"So, news of our engagement spread and two months later we were married. She was somewhat upset that her father wouldn't be able to walk her down the aisle, but soon got over that after he told her that he would never acknowledge any of our children as his grandchildren, among other things," as he said this, the Dark Lord's face was clouded with a deep frown before he broke into a small smile, "Then nine months later, you were born Mia. My beautiful Amelia Elizabeth Riddle.
"Lizzy was in labor for almost twenty hours before you entered this world. She was so exhausted, but as soon as you were cleaned off, she wanted to hold you. She said that she wouldn't rest, like the doctors were telling her to, until she got to hold you.
"As soon as she had you in her arms, she was laughing and crying. I never knew you could do both at the same time until that day. I was just standing there, looking at the two of you. Laughing and crying with Lizzy. That was the happiest day of my life. I just stood by Lizzy's side, watching your little red face wail and you wave your tiny arms around in the air like a fighter waiting for her next opponent. And Merlin! Did you have a pair of lungs or what! Never had I heard such a ruckus out of suck a little thing in my entire life!
"But I loved you from that moment on. I took one look at Lizzy and you, and I knew that was what I had lived for, every single moment in my life had led up to then. And when I held you in my arms for the first time, my heart soared. You just looked up at me with your little nose and big round eyes, and I fell in love."
"Then what happened? Why was I adopted?" Mia was so nervous. Her answers were almost there…they were coming.
"You have heard the saying 'love is blind,' right? Well for Lizzy and me it was. She over looked the fact of my beliefs because she loved me and when you were born, if it is at all possible, our love grew even more. She decided that because she loved us, she could look over the fact that I killed, as long as I promised, on everything that I held dear, that I would never force the two of you into it if I was able to help it.
"But many people weren't able to take that fact. Her father was cast out from the Ministry of Magic because of out marriage and the lumbering fool, Fudge, was elected into his place. Dumbledore blamed her for his grandson's death, even though I didn't even know she existed when he was killed. And her fellow housemates decided they didn't want a 'traitor' in their mists, and later they proved it.
"It was her class's 10th reunion and as the Head Girl for her class, she was required to go. Not only that, but she loved Hogwarts and would use any excuse to see that school again and walk its halls once more.
"Now, the Ministry and all of her fellow classmates knew that she would be coming because of course not only was she basically required to, but also Dumbledore. So between him, then ministry, and a handful of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and one or two Hufflepuffs, they decided that they would capture her and see if they could get anything information out of her about me.
"So during the party, she walked off alone, away from the group of Slytherins I had watching over her. And by the time they realized what had happened it was too late. They had caught her and took her to a location unknown to everyone but them. Later I found out that it was Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
Hermione gasped, "No! He wouldn't!"
"Yes, he would. They all would.
"They took Lizzy there and decided the best way to go about it wouldn't be with the Veritaserum Potion. After all some people are allergic or have a very rare immunity to it, so they didn't want to take those chanced, even thou they were slim. They also wanted her to deal with the pain her 'betrayal' had cost them. So they decided the best way to go about it would be if they used curses, hexes, muggle interrogation techniques, and even The Unforgivables."
The Dark Lords face turned harder as he rose from the sofas where Mia and he had been sitting. Slowly he made his way over to stand in front of the dying fire in the fire place. Only his out line showed his reactions now. Tense shoulders, locked jaw, and clenching fists gave him away as the painful memories reared their ugly heads inside his mind.
"She was there for 13 days. 13 long days before they stated to realize they wouldn't get anything out of her because she new nothing! She never even wanted to ask questions. Never! And it took them 13 days to figures that out!" The Dark Lord hissed out. His contempt making him sound so very much snake like.
"And on the 14th day, I found her body. It was the most horrific sight I had ever seen, and was made only worse because it was the body of the one woman I loved. She was burnt, had broken bones, cuts, bruises, and so much more."
There was a silence in the room. It seemed to stretch on and on as seconds seemed to morph into minuets and minuets into hours. They were both lost in their own turmoil thoughts.
Then the silence was broken by a voice that was trying to very hard not to break as well.
"Who did it? Who killed my mum?"
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