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A/N: I'm really disappointed. I only got two reviews on the last chapter. I though people liked my story. I guess it was all just a lie. You wanted me to think you liked my story, but you had no intentions of ever reading the rest of it. Whhhaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! -runs off crying-
-comes back now, face only slightly tear-streaked-
I'll be okay, just please review this chapter, please?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
-Recap-
"...I was there when you were born. Sarah, your mother, was my wife's best friend, and so one of mine. Your father died before you were born. I doubt he even knew she was pregnant with you. I promised your mother that I would take care of you should anything happen to her. A couple of months after you were born, aurors stormed your house, and killed your mother. I never heard anything about you. Until now, I had believed that they had killed you as well." Lucius was in a corner, talking to Heramy. Draco looked around, and saw that Dumbledore was in another corner, in a heated discussion with the other lady.
"...Albus, are you sure this is a good idea, sending her off with them? What if her mind becomes poisoned with the dark side? What'll you do then?"
"Molly, I have faith in her. She's not a child anymore, and she has the right to the truth. We took her from her birth mother, and placed her into an adoptive family. She was raised right. There is nothing more we can do for her. She deserves to be with her Godparents. I will look after her, do not worry. It shall not come to pass."
"But, Albus..."
"No, Molly. We must let her go."
Draco sat there and wondered about this conversation, what were they talking about, it shall not come to pass?
The Complete Story of my Totally Screwed Up Life
Chapter 4: New Surroundings
"Heramy, you will be coming back with us to the manor now." Lucius was talking
to Heramy as they stood up to leave Dumbledore's office. " I insist. There is
much... we need to catch up on." There was a faint gleam in his eye, but Heramy
didn't see it, she had her back turned to him. Draco too stood up, felling the need
to escape from that office, and the occasional glares from the three adults in there.
It was strange, the person he was most interested in at the time, Heramy, wasn't
paying him the slightest bit of attention. Had she really lost her memory completely?
Was she really his father's god-daughter? If she truly had no idea of the past five
years, he could use her as a tool to get at Potter and Weasley. If he convinced her
that those two blockheads were her enemies, that he was the only one she could
trust, then maybe, he could drive a wedge between the Golden Trio and pick them
off one by one. He smirked to himself at the thought.
"Draco, what are you smirking at now? We're leaving."
"Yes, Sir."
He calmly followed his father and Heramy out of the room, not stopping to look
back at the two people still there. If he had, he would have noticed the worried and
wearied look flash across Dumbledore's face, but he never did, and it went
unnoticed.
They decided to floo back to Malfoy Manor, as Heramy couldn't Apparate, Draco
wasn't supposed to, and she had a cumbersome trunk. Draco went first, with
Hermione hesitant, yet prepared to go next. "Malfoy Manor!" and Draco stepped
into the green flames. "M- Malfoy Manor." Heramy said, somewhat hesitantly, and
took a deep breath before stepping into the flames. She had just a moment to
register that she wasn't being burned, before she found herself spinning
uncontrollably. She lurched forward, just to find herself righted by someone's
strong arms grabbing her around the waist as she fell. Looking up into that person's
clear-blue eyes, she was mesmerized, after all, she hadn't paid him much attention
back at the school. "Th- Thank you."
"Just be more careful." With that he turned on his heel and left the room. She
turned back towards the fireplace, to see Lucius come out of the fireplace holding
her trunk on end. "This way, please." Heramy only then started looking around her
surroundings. There was a high vaulted ceiling, plush black rugs over white marble,
ornate candelabras and picture frames, and black walnut furniture. In all, everything
seemed to be in either black or white.
"Incredible..." Heramy scarcely more than whispered, craning her neck to look
around her.
Lucius had heard her comment and looked to she where she was gazing. "What?
This old dump? This is merely a storage shed at the edge of our property. All of our
old, beat-up furniture is in here. This way please." Heramy just followed, silently
looking around her. Her eyes fell upon a book, lying on a table in the corner of the
room. She felt a weird sense of familiarity, and went over to touch it. As soon as
her fingertips lit upon the cover, a weird vision passed in front of her eyes. Jumping
back in surprise, she frowned as she went over what she had just seen. "Come on
now, Dear, you can come on back in here to look round later, I'm sure you'd like
to get settled in right now. She followed him out through and expansive hallway and
onto the grounds. Crossing the expansive grounds, they came up the winding
pathway and into sight of Malfoy Manor. It was... Incredible.
(A/N: I'm going to leave the description up to you, folks!)
"I'm sure you must be tired after all you've been through. Draco here will show you
to your wing so you can get settled in and rest before supper." Heramy just nodded
mutely. She couldn't stop thinking about that book and what she'd seen. She
reached for her trunk to take it with her, but before she could pick it up, the boy
had hoisted it onto his shoulders as if it were as light as a pillow. "Th-thank you."
"Huh. Right. This way."
She followed him for what seemed like a half hour before coming to a deeply
engraved black door. "Your room and bathroom are both connected to the hallway
beyond this door. I will return for you in three hours for supper."
"Thank you."
He turned on his heel and walked down the hallway.
'Damn. There went a really good opportunity to say something more to him than
thank you. I wish I could talk to him, but there's something about him, a coldness.
It's as if he can't stand me. What could I have done to him?'
After a minute of gazing after the way he'd gone, she turned from her musings and
faced the intricately carved door.
"Here goes nothing. Best see what my room looks like." She turned the knob and
stepped into the hallway. Two more doors greeted her to her left and right. She
assumed one was the bedroom and one was the bathroom. But which was which?
"She seems different, more modest and shy. Why can't I bring myself to talk to her
civilly? Because its Her. The girl who has tormented me for the five years. Is she
really changed? Can I start over new, forgive and forget? Maybe, if she truly has
lost her memory for good, maybe I can find a way to use her to ruin Potty and the
Weasel." He paced around his room some more, trying to sort things out in his
mind.
She started with the left one, because it seemed like a good one to start with.
Inside, was an enormous room with a huge bed right in the middle of it. The neat
thing about the bed, though, was that it was sunken into the floor. The main color
theme going through the room was, not black and white as she had expected, but
black, red, and silver. The wall directly above her bed was red with a giant black
and silver dragon, watching over the bed. An oriental theme seemed to be running
throughout. On one wall was an ornate black walnut desk, with delicate paper
lanterns on the wall above it. The opposite wall had an intricate living bamboo
fountain, with candles and water running over polished stones. All in all it was
fascinating. She looked around and couldn't help but feel something was missing,
though. There were two doors leading off of this room, so once more she decided
to go with the left door. Inside was a large walk-through closet, leading to her
bathroom. She was a little confused, though. There were no other doors leading out
of the bathroom, yet she could have sworn that the bathroom connected directly to
the main hallway. She wondered what could be on the other side of that other
door...
A/N: there, I know its kinda a very minor cliffie. I'll dedicate the next chapter to whoever can guess what's in the other room!
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