The Wounded

Chapter 4

Enter The Enemy

She opened the door and walked in, unimpeded by those that were around her and within the dwelling. She raised her head up and refused to let herself be looked down upon by any of them. They had no right. They had no reason to look down on her. Pride swelled in her chest as one of them dared to greet her, and she met it with a quick witted quip of her own sending them skittering away. She knew what it was like now to be Severus Snape. And damned if they were going to relish her in a pity party. Pity was for the weak.

She opened the door to the library to see the man she loathed only an ounce less than Voldemort himself. He stood and greeted her most respectively, a sweeping gesture of the hand signalling her to sit beside him. Rather than take the offer, she moved a few chairs away from him and took a seat. Her eyes glaring needles and pins into his brain, even if he refused to feel them. She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes.

"Saint Mungo's, under the full moon. He's planning on using werewolves. That's all I know," she said as she glared at the good eye of the man before her.

"Where have you been?" his gruff voice answered her information with less than a thanks even involved.

"None of your business Moody," she quipped. "I do not report to you."

"Under the circumstances, Granger, you'd better come clean," he quipped right back.

"Clean? I haven't been with the Death Eaters if that is what you are so worried about. I've been dealing in a personal issue," she answered.

"Well I don't see how personal you can get without any family to get personal over," he said as if accusing her of some hannous crime.

"Well, I fail to see where you are going with this. This was all your brilliant idea, do tell me, is it satsifying knowing a seventeen year old witch is doing what you could not? Is it satisfying to know that my body is getting you everything you have ever wanted? Personally Moody, I could care less what you think of me. I get you what you want and without me, a lot of people are going to suffer needlessly. And right now, I'm ready to pack up and walk away," she snarled in his general direction. "You are no better than he is."

"I'm not making you fuck him Granger," he spat.

"Oh no, just guilting me into it. You are just a sodding pimp and the information I get is your sodding payment. You got your update, now I'm going to take a shower, get some supplies and make sure I get seen. Otherwise there will be hell to pay," she said standing up. "Remember this, when all is said and done, Severus is immune to prosecution as is Draco, got it?"

"No need to remind me Granger," he muttered as she turned her back and walked from the room. She headed strait to the bathroom and got rid of her clothing. Getting into the shower she scrubbed away all proof The Dark Lord ever existed today. She scrubbed until her skin was raw, then let the hot water sting away any lingering pains. Today she told the Dark Lord about the planned meeting at Chimaralla Boulevard. But she told him an early time. That way only a few Order members would be there, and casualties would be small. Today she partook in the attack against a muggle high school during a basketball game.

The Lord was impressed with her spellcasting and reflexes as the school was laid to waste, the people inside having no clue as to what their crime had been to be attacked and killed by these cloaked figures. Just another terrorist attack against an unsuspecting nation of people. She defended the Death Eaters from the police, hiding them from view as they portkeyed out, the only thing she was more grateful for was not to be asked to do any of the killing herself. The Lord seemed to know that asking her to do that would probably be disasterous. After all, he was as conniving as she was really.

She washed her hair, and put the heavy laced conditioner into it. Allowing it to sit in her hair and work it's magic on the frizzball of a mane, she magicked away her body hair and drank down her potions to make sure the Lord's seed didn't take root. There was no way her body would ever be used to birth something so hideous. Leave that for Bellatrix, since she knew that was where the Lord was laying when it wasn't with her.

When Lucius had picked her up in Diagon Alley, he actually seemed somewhat sympathetic. He escorted her with the grace and elegance that was inherant she thought, to all Malfoy. Draco dripped of it when he wanted something, but he didn't have the finesse of years of experience his father had. It made Hermione wonder if he knew something she didn't. Lucius seemed very mellow the past few months. He wasn't when she first came into the Lord's possession, but word must have gotten to him eventually about Draco's misfortune. Greyback seemed like the type that would leer on about such things.

Narcissa was always cold and cruel. Jealousy. Not that she wanted the Dark Lord, but she knew that Lucius was the only one allowed in the room when the Lord laid with her. I'm sure she thought that Lucius was partaking of the pleasures in the room. In fact Lucius had only ever done anything to her once, and that he and she completely faked for the Lord's pleasure. All the while Lucius whispered secrets in her ear to staying alive longer. Things that the Lord wanted from her that if she provided she would live. If she failed, she would be punished worse than any Death Eater could be because she reminded the Lord too much of his own heritage.

Hermione knew why he did this. To keep his Lord's straying eyes off of his wife. If Hermione and Bellatrix filled the void, perhaps the Lord would leave his wife in peace. It was a means to his own end. Lucius hadn't even fully disrobed, leaving on his heavy velvet Death Eater's cloak and his pants for the ritual of the fake fuck session. Granted he had friction, and that was all it really took to get a male going, she laid there like the good used whore and moaned at the right times, ground against him at the right times and screamed his name when it was necessary. He then demanded she dress him back into his pants, which it never had come out of to begin with and promptly left the room.

Malfoy Manor was her next stop. She had the materials she needed, and she was going to see to it that Lucius became her ally on the inside. She needed someone to keep her safer than the tightrope she was walking now. If she could convince Lucius and Narcissa to work with her, then all would be better. She would have not only the Dark Lord's approvals, but also the Malfoys. Granted as soon as the war was over, one way or another, she was probably a dead woman. But right now, she was filthy sodding rich. She was beyond reproach from the Death Eaters, and the Order was just lining up to take her coat at the door . And the Aurors and the Ministry were just pathetically inclined to believe her just another muggle born victim.

Yes, she could see now why Severus Snape was the way he was.

Pansy Parkinson walked up the long, winding pathway to the doors of Malfoy Manor. Her heels clacking on the sidewalk as her cloak swished over her body flowing richly around herself. She was truly the impressive pure blood, wasn't she? Yes, until she forgot her purse after having tea with Narcissa this afternoon. How foolish was that.

Knocking upon the door, the butler answered and walked her right in. Moving her through the dark manorhouse to a well lit sitting room. She crossed her legs and let the butler take her cloak. Resting her hands in her lap she waited for Narcissa to be summoned.

It was much to her dismay when Lucius stepped through the doors.

"Ah, Miss Parkinson, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" he said with suave gentile mannerisms that would leave most any woman stunned without breath.

"I seem to have left behind my purse at tea earlier, I was wondering had the house elves found it?" she said with a small smile and a bouncy tip of the head.

"Well I cannot say, let us check shall we?" He said softly with a drawl to his voice that belied that he wasn't impressed with her unannounced visit. "Mimsy! Do come here!"

The little house elf appeared dressed in a stained, but clean pillowcase. "Yes Master?"

"Did Miss Parkinson leave her clutch here mayhap earlier?" Lucius said dripping with charm and eloquence in his voice.

"Miss didn't haves a clutch sir," she replied with a courtsey. "Shall Mimsy bring tea Sir?" she said almost bubbling to have company.

"No, that will be all," he said dismissing her with a wave of his hand. Mimsy promptly vanished with a snap of her fingers.

"Oh dear," Pansy said uncrossing then crossing her legs again. "I daresay I may have forgotten it elsewhere. My apologies for bothering you Lucius."

Lucius cast a silencing charm on the sitting room and moved to the chair beside hers. Sitting in it with eloquence and ease.

"You know Miss Parkinson, it is good manners to stand when the Lord of the house enters the room. It is also good manners not to impose as someone you are not," his eyes grew dark and dangerous.

"I know, I'm just waiting for the polyjuice to wear off. You might want to seal the door," the Pansy before him stated. "I honestly thought I'd be meeting with Narcissa."

"She is out with Pansy, actually," he smirked his wand was undoubtedly pointed below the table at her. She would just have to wait it out. She felt the ripple effect on her body, as her blonde hair turned almost brown and curled, she was able to blink and feel like herself again.

"Miss Granger, I suspect you have damned good reason for coming here," he snarled dangerously.

"How safe is this room?" she said sternly.

"The Dark Lord would be safe in this room," he said smugly.

"How safe is it from his ears," she said sternly again with the same inflection as before.

Lucius' eye lit up. She could just hear the cogs spinning wildly in his head. Something about spies and such. Too bad he was in for a surprise to find he was wrong.

"Very safe," he said purringly.

"Good, take this and read it," she said producing a scroll from inside her cloak.

"Portkeys will not work inside of the manor," he said incredulously.

"Good that it is not a portkey, then isn't it Mr. Malfoy," she said crossing her legs a little tighter.

Lucius picked up the sealed scroll, seeing the seal of the Aurors on the wax his eyes grew a bit more mischievious. Yes, he thought she was indeed the double spy that Severus had been. What a shock he would be in for once he got up the gumption to break the seal. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs one over the other again.

Lucius opened the seal and slowly unrolled the scroll. Reading it over he checked the Ministry seal upon it then looked to read it all over again. Then again. He lifted his eyes from it to her.

"You got them pardons?" he said with a shocked expression. "Both Severus and Draco?"

"Yes Lucius," she said softly. "I did."

"How?" he coughed, unable to form words really. He composed himself with a loud clearing of his throat. "Nevermind how. Tell me why Miss Granger."

"Because Bellatrix and Narcissa forced Severus to make the Unbreakable Vow," she said softly. "They felt that the Dark Lord's request was a suicide mission for Draco, and if Dumbledore did not die, he would surely kill Draco," she said quietly. "Thusly, Severus Snape has been protecting your son ever since the vow was made, including killing Dumbledore because Draco could not bring himself to do it."

"I see," he said staring at the note again. "This was done without their knowledge I presume."

"Probably," she said with a shrug. "All I did was provide the evidence. They did not even call me to testify."

"You do realize what you have done, the Dark Lord must hear of this," he said firmly.

"Of course, but he believes your son is long since dead from his injuries by now," she said with a soft smirk.

"What?" he snarled at her. "What injuries?"

"Fenrir Greyback attacked your son, and broke all of the fingers on Snape's hands," she said firmly. "Draco's wounds were... extensive."

"Where is he?" Lucius stood quickly.

"I have no knowledge of your son's whereabouts," she said softly.

"How do you know about Greyback then?" he stated incredulously questioning her completely disbelieving her.

"Greyback has bragged to a few, and reported it to our Lord while our Lord was with me," she said softly. "Greyback stated there was no chance for your son to reproduce now."

"What! Our Lord ordered this? The destruction of the Malfoy line!" he did not believe this. At all.

"Oh, and tell Narcissa to stop drinking the champagne at the revels," Hermione said cautiously.

"The champagne? It is customary," he said with his eyebrows firmly in the ceiling.

"That may be," she said ruefully. "I partake in at least a bottle at every revel. It is important to control breeding, you know."

"What?" Lucius was fuming. The rage in his eyes was enormous.

"I have some contacts," she stated. "In St. Mungo's. I will have one of them pay a visit. The champagne is certain to have had effects over all of these years of Narcissa imbibing it," she said sternly. "This will be done with the utmost in confidentiality, of course. But if Narcissa becomes pregnant, he will know she is not partaking at the revels. You know what that means…" She left the statement hanging in the air.

She plucked the blue vial from her pocket. He looked at her with a strange look.

"How did you get Polyjuice Potion?" he said moving forward.

"I've been brewing it since second year, Lucius," she said smugly. "Now, I understand you will feel the need to talk to the Dark Lord. I already spoke to him that I would tell you about Greyback. Do not mention the champagne. I said nothing," she said waggling her eyebrows. "After all, you had a right to know about how much a failure your son had been."

"Of course, Miss Granger," he said with a smirk. "Of course."