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Epilogue A New Ending To An Old Tale
We all stood against the wall as the interrogator questioned the aging man, all of us put under silencing spells. We were strictly told not to talk; the spell ensured that. For further safety precautions, we were not only gagged, but bonded as well. We were short only the excruciating spells from torture.
"Isn't it obvious? A simple spell. That's what caused her death."
"I see. So, clairvoyant, what was your job through this whole thing?"
"To simply tell what is to be."
"Oh, and was this all supposed to happen. Hermione dieing…the baby missing? All of this was supposed to happen?"
"Everything that was supposed to happen happened. The plan worked out perfectly."
"How? Your fellow deatheaters died."
"I work for neither side. Nor good, nor bad. I work for myself. Lenora paid me a hefty amount of money before I agreed to help her. I did not enjoy working for her, but I did as I was told."
"What were you told to do?"
"Isn't it obvious? Get her baby and tell the future."
"I don't understand. Hermione's baby was killed. Katelyn Diane. That was her name I believe. She was killed in an accident where she fell off her broom. She landed into the Forbidden Forest and her daughter was killed on impact. Was she somehow impregnated again during the time of after her accident and prior her death?"
"No. She was always pregnant."
"The pregnancy test showed she was to have a girl and the girl died. Yet, by previous statements of other deatheaters, they have stated that her baby was a boy."
"It is quite easy to fool a pregnancy test these days, especially if dark magic is involved. Lenora simply changed the test results. Simple."
"What was she originally supposed to have?"
"Twins. A boy and a girl."
"Then why did you have to kill the girl? Why couldn't you have just taken the boy and left the girl?"
"Lenora was superstitious. She didn't want the future of the deatheaters to have a twin. She believed that the magic potency was split in half. Thus the boy ending up to be not as strong. Besides, the girl was going to be born first. She didn't want that. So she arranged to have it killed."
"Wait, what is the baby's purpose?"
"To become the new Voldemort. Lenora was a strong advocate for the death of all muggleborns. What better way to wipe them out by half a muggleborn. It was ironic really."
"But, when Hermione fell off her broom and Kate died, why didn't the boy?"
"The boy was protected with a charm that was cast from the beginning. It was to last through out her pregnancy."
"Hermione was impregnated December. It is now only June. It takes a baby approximately nine months to mature. It only took Hermione five months. Why?"
"A simple growth spell put on both babies. That is why her symptoms came so soon.
"Why Hermione and Draco? Why them?"
"Draco has lots of potential of becoming a strong deatheater, yet he shunned away from that path. Hermione is said to be the brightest witch of our age, destined to be a powerhouse in the future. She's brilliant, he's strong, a winning combination."
"Harry is strong and brilliant. Why not take his child?"
"Is he married? Did he impregnate some girl? No. I don't believe so. I saw this all out. Lenora knew and she took her plan into action. Her plan was unbelievably simple, it's a shame that no one picked up on it."
"Why did you sell Hermione and Draco those necklaces?"
"Why not? Children these days, too ignorant to take a hint. I told them both a story. The future. They gave me a weird look and took the pendant. I did what I could without altering the future."
"What was Lenora planning to do to the baby?"
"Give him the dark mark and raise him as their own. Dear man, don't you have any sense?"
I could see the irritation on the interrogator's face as he continued his long list of questions.
"Where is Lenora and Krum now?"
"Krum is dead and Lenora as well. You have her body."
"Do you know where Krum is?"
"No, he left before Hermione even gave birth to the baby. He wanted out. I am almost positive that Lenora killed him after saying that he wanted out of it. He wanted out of the whole thing and Lenora didn't like betrayers so I think she tracked him down and killed him."
"You say we have Lenora but I have no records to show that."
"You only see what she wants you to see, but you'll see in time. I'm not sure how long though."
"What do you mean old man?"
"She's in your morgue dear man! She's dead."
"I don't understand."
"You never will if you don't think harder." He sighed.
He looked back at us, obviously frustrated with the man's riddles.
"Start from the beginning and tell us the whole story." He sighed through gritted teeth.
He nodded as he sighed and closed his eyes.
"Lenora was heartbroken when she heard that the dark lord had fallen to some fifteen year old boy and she swore revenge. She transferred from Durmstrang to Hogwarts with a goal. Find a replacement and kill all of the muggleborns…basically…finish what he started. She gathered a plethora of followers, all willing to die for her cause. She devised a simple, yet intricate and complicated plan. The overall plan was simple, just doing it with proper time intervals without changing anything was difficult. She paid me to tell her what is to happen and so I did. Hermione and Draco end up falling madly in love with each other. They will produce twins. A boy and a girl. The girl will be born first followed by the boy.
"Now when I add her plan. The future changed drastically. This is the outcome. Lenora ended up dieing for her cause along with the other that swore their life for a fruitless attempt as well. They did not get the baby, their whole organization was blown, and their leader dead."
It was hard soaking this all in as he laid out the whole year. Hermione's death was supposed to happen? She was supposed to die for her child? Our child?
"If you would lay out the whole year in a timeline format, it would be easier to understand."
"Fine fine, I know how this elaborate plan is difficult for simple minds to comprehend." He sighed.
"Draco and Hermione quickly fall in love with each other, their past, hidden feelings for each other surfacing at full blow. Things become simple and lovey-dovey in their relationship. Lenora comes into the picture, mixes something's up. She makes a move on Draco, thus causing Hermione and Draco's relationship to become rifted, but at the time, not enough to tear them. Hermione and Draco's relationship is constantly tested by Lenora's intentional interference. Hermione becomes pregnant with twins. The results tampered with, only revealing the girl.
"Four spells are cast upon her, only three from us however, one from herself; One to speed up the growth process, a protection spell to protect the boy from her fall, and one to conceal the boy from all tests. The one she cast upon herself was to hide the baby from all sight, spell not broken until the baby is completely out of her body, slowly breaking away, totally concealing the fact that she was ever pregnant. Lenora's final act of the plan was the separate the couple, spreading a rumor that she is pregnant as well. Draco believes her and breaks everything with Hermione, leaving her all alone to fend for herself and their child.
"To make a short story even shorter, Hermione is intentionally knocked off her broom. She was a fatal height from the ground, sure enough to kill a baby. The daughter dies and Hermione is put into a comatose state, or a coma. Draco finds out that Lenora is not pregnant. That alters all plans. He was never supposed to find out. Ever. Well, at least not until we have successfully received the boy and disappeared. Hermione was supposed to live. Unfortunately, because he found out, our method had to be altered."
"So what's the new plan?"
He sighed in irritation at the young interrogator.
"Did you not hear me? Did I stutter somehow? I said out method changed. The plan is the same. Get the boy. Just the way we had to do it changed. Lenora hired Angeline to make a move on Draco. Draco, having an active libido and Angeline looking the way she does, couldn't resist her curvaceous self and made his own move. Little by little, behind her mask and fake little smiles, he was slowly killing Hermione mentally, and he had no idea.
His words slowly sunk into my head, pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. I was just a simple pawn in a bigger game…a game I didn't even know I was playing.
"Hermione finally decides that, like Draco, she is able to move onto someone new. She heads to a pub. Finding her search unsuccessful and being chased off by a drunkard, she heads to the waterfall, the waterfall where Draco proposed to her. She ran there and fell into a trance by not only its' beauty but of the memories they shared." He finished in a taunting way.
I felt the blood boil inside of me and he looked into my eyes, mocking me through his coy smile. I let her go. I allowed them to take her away from me. I was too blind to see it. My vision blurred from the tears that collected in my eyes. I strained against the invisible ropes that tied my arms and legs. I wanted so badly to lunge at the old man, mocking me from afar. I gritted my teeth as I felt his eyes burn into my skull.
"And then she was kidnapped then later forced to give birth to her baby. Am I correct?"
He nodded, never taking his eyes off me.
"Do you know the where a bouts of the young baby?"
He nodded. My heart skipped a beat as my breath snagged within my throat.
He knows where he is!
"Where is he?"
"He's with his mother."
"Impossible. Hermione died. Now tell us where he is."
Dumbledore's eyes lit up as he ushered a guard. He whispered something hurriedly as he shooed him out the door, the guard in a full sprint down the hall. Seeing this, the old man laughed as we all started curiously at him.
"At least there's one person that can figure things out! The child is with his mother!" he screamed and cackled at the same time.
The guard came back, shaking his head furiously with a panic-stricken face. Dumbledore pushed the interrogator away, causing him to shoot the headmaster a very dirty look. He leaned over the table and stared into the man's violet eyes.
"Where is she?" he whispered, barely audible.
"I don't know."
"What happened?"
"She gave birth to him and he was taken away to receive the dark mark. Lenora was left in her care. They dueled it out. The next I knew, she comes barging in. Thinking she's Lenora, I give her the baby and tell her that the brand is still heating up. She doesn't even look at me before snatching away the baby and running away. Then I knew it wasn't Lenora, but I let her go. It was my job to her to do that." He spoke defiantly into his ear, loud enough for everyone to hear.
My mouth hung ajar as the shock of the truth caused us all to stand there stunned. I was lost in my own thoughts and questions.
Wait, so who's dead? Lenora or Hermione? Where is she? Where is my son?
"Alright. We're done here." Dumbledore said conclusively. The spells cast upon us were undone as I stared at him, dumbfounded.
"What! How can it be done! What's going on! What's happening!" Ron asked, pulling at the headmaster's sleeve.
"Do you not see Ron?"
"See what?"
"He told us all he knew. We just needed to pick up the clues he left for us. He told us all that we need to know."
"I don't understand…"
"What is there not to Ron! Hermione is alive!"
I shook my head, stepping up to the tall man. I looked into his crystal blue eyes for some sense…some truth…
"WHAT?" Ginny screamed.
"Lenora was under the affects of the polyjuice potion, a heavier version. I sent a guard to tell me if the dead woman was Hermione. She isn't. The girl that lay dead in our morgue is Lenora King! Hermione is somewhere with her son. On the run."
"On the run? From what!" I asked, clearly confused by her actions.
I wasn't sure what to feel. Happiness that she's alive, or anger that she ran away with our son, or possibly sadness that I may never see her again, but anger blinded everything else.
"SHE RAN AWAY WITH HIM! MY SON! SHE RAN! WHY!" I screamed.
Everyone jumped at my sudden outburst. Dumbledore looked sympathetically down at me, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Draco, what would you suggest she do? What would you do?"
"I would wait. Wait for someone to find me." I said through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold back the tears.
"How would you know someone would come?"
I opened my mouth to retort but his gaze told me to shut up. I yelled in frustration as I kicked the chair, smashing it against the wall. I screamed once more before running out of the room.
"MALFOY! GET BACK HERE!" Potter screamed after me.
No, I need to get away from here. How dare she do that to me! How dare she! How could she run? How could she not tell me anything? I don't understand.
As the sun hit my eyes, I shielded them as I stumbled out. I thought of a place that I've always felt welcome. I heard people stumble about from behind me as I apparated to the place I felt safe, a bar near Beauxbatons where an old girl I used to know worked. I know she's always liked me, what a better time to visit?
I just need time to think…and a cold drink…
They all faded away as I disappeared from sight.
-HGDM-
(Narrator)
As Draco apparated to his favorite bar and met up with an old 'friend' from Beauxbatons, Hermione lay huddled in the darkness of a cave, water droplets echoing off the walls as it dripped from a spiked ceiling overhead. She shivered at the sudden gust of frigid air. She held the bundle of cloth closer to her chest. She peered through the wooly, green blanket into the stormy gray eyes of her son. She said his name in a soft whisper as he stroked his soft cheek, hiding away in the darkness of a cave. Little did Draco know, while he was catching up on the times with an old girlfriend, Hermione sat there, thinking of ways to get back to him.
Draco…
Her thoughts of happier times were interrupted by the screams and shouts of deatheaters tracking her every move. She stood quickly and dodged around the walls of the cave until she reached the end. Barely squeezing through the small hole, she stumbled into the wilderness of the night; her path alit by the light of the moon and the hope of a chance of life for her son…Damien Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Now it is done. Dealt on done with. Now, please review and tell me how you liked My Silver Lining. I think I have reached my goal of 100,000 words. I would like to thank all that read this story because you are the reason I kept writing. Look for my other fan fictions that I may or may not write. For the last time for this story, R & R. Thanks.
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