The Black Wand was one of the four artifacts of Voldemort. The other three had been a book, a ring, and a goblet. These three had been found and destroyed immediately for their threat to the wizarding world. All of the objects held a little of Voldemort's power, and hate, in them. Yet the Black Wand was never recovered. It was said that the Death Eaters kept it as a souvenir, since only Voldemort's heir could have tapped into its power. But now, as the wizarding world trembled in anticipation, it seemed that an heir had indeed been found.
There was a dull ache in her legs, and her arms refused to move. She felt numb everywhere. Her left temple ached terribly. Slowly taking in her surroundings, Hermione tried to remember what had happened. Last she remembered she was in the owlery...
A figure laying across from her stirred. She jerked backwards in surprise and hit her head against a rock. She felt around her. She was lying on her side in the dirt, her hands tied behind her. A few feet away the figure stirred again, then another one. Hermione saw a flash of red hair.
"Ron? Harry?" she whispered.
The figure stopped moving, then turned to face where her voice came from. His eyes widened when they fell on her. "...Hermione?"
"Ron!" Hermione said, panicked. "Are you alright? Is that Harry? Is he okay? What the hell is going on? Where-"
"Hermione, breath," Ron tried to calm her.
Hermione swallowed and breathed deeply, letting it out slowly.
Ron continued. "Yes, we are alright, other then a few bruises. I think Harry is still waking up. As for what the hell is going on, I haven't a clue. Last thing I knew we were in the owlery and we got ambushed by a couple of Death Eaters. Harry put up a good fight, but they bashed him against the wall pretty bad. He was bleeding everywhere..."
"I know," Hermione whispered. "I saw the blood."
"He was alright though, it was just a lot of scratches and stuff..." Ron broke off.
The sound of footsteps came across the quiet night air. It sounded like a couple of people, all walking in unison. Hermione struggled against her bonds and tried to look up to see who they were. Finally three cloaked figures came into view. They walked right past her.
"Who are you!" she yelled. "What do you want with us!"
The figures stopped next to where Ron and Harry were lying, Simultaneously they all bent and grabbed Harry.
"No! Harry!" Ron yelled. "Let him go!"
The three started to walk away, Harry in tow.
"HARRY!"
Minerva raced back to her office, terrified. The students were not there, but the place reeked of Dark magic, and there was blood on the walls and the floor. She felt the fog that coated the sky, and knew it could mean only one thing. She just hoped it wasn't too late.
She burst into her office and looked around the room. The painting of Dumbledore looked back at her apologetically. The room was empty. Narcissa was gone.
Draco felt the power rush through his veins. Yes, this is the way it is supposed to be. This is what he was born for. He could rule this world. He could control it. It was his to command, to bend to his every whim.
He was a God.
Looking around him, he singled out the Death Eaters that had beaten him so badly before. Whispering the killing curse, all four fell to the ground, lifeless. Draco felt the rush, the incredible feeling that came with taking a life. He really was a god, with the power to control the fate of everyone around him. He turned to stare at the Death Eater that had given him a wand.
"Tell me who you are."
"My lord, I am called Morsmorde." Draco nodded. That was the name of the curse to conjure the Dark Mark. It was said that the man who would summon the Dark Lord would be called this. Everything was fitting exactly into place.
There was a disturbance at the back of the crowd. Two cloaked figures advanced, dragging a black haired man. Draco had almost expected this. Everything felt like it was something he had seen before, long ago... but that didn't matter now. The Death Eaters stopped short of Draco, bowing slightly, shoving the man roughly down at Draco's feet.
"Now is your time to prove yourself," Morsmorde proclaimed. "Now is the time to take your revenge. Enjoy it, my Lord."
Draco gazed at the man at his feet. For years this pathetic excuse for a wizard had been a dagger in his side. Now he could do anything he wanted. Sneering, he hovered over the man, waiting for him to move. The man spit blood at his feet then slowly raised his head.
"Why, hello Potter. What wonderful weather we are having, wouldn't you agree?"
"Please," Harry said, his face covered in blood and his lightning shaped scar glowing gently. "Please, don't do this. Please, Draco"
"Oh, is it Draco now? All those years of Malfoy this, Malfoy that, I didn't know you really cared! Was this a secret crush?" Harry attempted to force himself to his feet, but Draco kicked him down again.
"Oh no, that wasn't you, was it? It was your little bitch! Oh the fun Granger and I had, those dark nights in the potions room..."
"Fuck you Malfoy!" Harry yelled. Draco laughed, tossing his head back, his dirt and blood stained hair whipping behind him.
"Got under your skin, have I? Doesn't it just kill you to know I'm not lying?"
"Shut the fuck up! Of course you're lying! You are such a fucking prick, you never deserved to live! Hermione wouldn't look twice at shit like you. In your sick dreams, you pathetic little fuck!"
Harry threw himself at Draco, knocking him to the ground. He was far stronger then Draco, and despite how terribly beaten he had been, he was still able to keep Draco pinned. Five Death Eaters ran to his assistance, pulling the struggling Gryffindor off of him. They proceeded to beat him, before Draco raised his hand and stopped them.
"No, I would like him to see something for himself. Restrain him. You-" he pointed at a nearby Death Eater. "Did they get the Granger bitch?" The Death Eater nodded. "Bring her to me, will you?"
A couple of Death Eaters headed off into the distance. Draco conjured up a throne and sat waiting. As an afterthought, he pointed the black wand at himself and mumbled a cleaning charm, casting the dirt and blood off of himself and fixing his clothes until he looked as primped as someone would expect the Prince of Darkness to be.
Hermione fiddled with Ron's ropes. After enough struggleing she had gotten her's loose and was franticly trying to relase her friend before the Death Eaters returned.
"Come on! There're coming!" Ron hissed.
"I'm trying!" Hermione slipped her finger under a loop and pulled it free. His ropes fell in the dirt. "There! Lets get the hell out of here!" They stumbled to their feet and took off, tring to get as far away from there as possible. Suddenly Ron stopped, grabbed Hermone, and dove into the nearby bushes.
"What the hell?"
"Shut up!" Ron peaked out through the bushes. "Look, as much as I would love to run screaming and pissing my pants right now, our friend is over there." He pointed at the group of Death Eaters in the distance. "He wouldn't abandon us, and I won't abandon him."
"What the hell are we supposed to do? We should go get help!"
"And who is going to help us?" Muffled shouts came from the direction they had just run from. The Death Eaters had discovered their escape. "Look Hermione, we have no idea where we are. Even if we did figure that out and somehow get out of here, who is going to help us? Dumbledore is dead! McGonagall isn't much of a battle witch, and Lupin and the rest of the Order are spread across the continent! We need to do this ourselves."
Hermione gulped and nodded. Usually it was Harry that had the amazing rescue plans. Now it was just her and Ron, and they were about to take on the entire population of Death Eaters, along with a certain Dark Lord that Hermione had a soft spot for. "Why is it always us?"
Ron grinned half heartedly. "Somebody's got to be the hero."
"Well," Hermione sighed, "here goes nothing."
Hey! Yup, I did it! I did the most horrible thing you can do with a fanfic. I left it at a cliffhanger and took FOREVER to update. Sorry. Writer's block... no i was just busy. BUT! I love LOVE my reveiwers, andI want to thank ALL of you for reveiwing. You have no idea how much at means to see these reveiws. Well maybe you do. Then you should reveiw! I will be starting a couple more fics after this one, all containing Draco, although I think the next one is going to be Draco/Ginny, I don't know. We'll see. Well, love for now, I have to go work on the next chapter!
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