Hi! this one is another challenge fic.
Harry Potter or any of the chars from the books do not belong to me. you have been told.
read and review and enjoy.
Knowing the strangers Name.
Darkness, the smell was putrid, making the blonde headed want to vomit. Gagging he climbed the slime slicked walls. Why would Voldemort want such a foul creature in his army? It was beyond Draco. Reaching the top of the stone wall his grip failed him, he slipped, landing with a thud after falling for what felt like an eternity but ended all too soon. Pain rippled through his body growing fiercer with every beat of his racing heart. Struggling to his feet Draco limped his was back to the stone wall and began climbing once more, he couldn't fail again. He reached the top and hoisted himself up onto the ledge only to be met with 2 pairs of blood Red eyes.
"I am a Messenger from The dark Lord, Join us or be destroyed." Draco said his voice stronger and more confident than he felt. A cold, blood chilling laugh from the creature, which by legend should no longer exist, sent shivers down Draco's spine.
"you dare to challenge Me?" Hissed the head… or was it the tail? It really was hard to tell.
"You dare challenge the dark lord?" Draco answered his voice dark.
The creature growled and pounced, curses didn't work on the beast, they bounced off narrowly missing Draco. A slash under his rib cadge sent pain tearing through his body. This was one fight Draco wasn't going to win. Draco thought desperately and struggled to his feet, sending a spell that conjured sharp knifes to stick into the victim. He turned Vanishing with a pop.
As he Disapparated his only thoughts were 'some where safe' he reappeared in a sun lit alley way in a suburban area, a muggle Suburban Area. Draco was loosing blood and was feeling weak, not that he would ever admit it. Now he was stuck with a new situation, weak from blood loss, too weak to disaparate again, in an unknown muggle area, in wizard robes bleeding heavily, the situation stunk like shit. Stumbling away from the light, Ironic, he thought that I always seem to turn my back to the light and look to the shadows. Draco's fear started to rise as his body grew numb from blood loss. Then that's when he heard it.
"Alright mum, I'll be home for dinner" Said the familiar voice. Draco's mind was torn in two, he didn't want to die, but he didn't want to be found in such a state. He turned to see her appear her features hidden in shadow, the bright light behind her. She looked like an angel, an angel in a very real nightmare.
"Draco?" Hermione Gasped when she saw his deathly white face, the blood on his hands. She pointed her wand at him. "What happened….? Why are you here?"
"Mind your own business mudbood" He hissed but passed out hitting the floor with a slam.
Hermione stared in horror but she remembered Harry's words about Draco's reluctance to kill Dumbledore. She couldn't leave him there to die so she Put his arm around her shoulders and Disapparated with him.
After the swirling had stopped she smiled at the familiarity of the tree house. Yes, some where warm and safe and away from her family. She didn't trust Draco with her muggle families lives. She laid Draco on the bed; her parents never walked this far down, nearing a mile away from their home.
She looked down at Draco's wounds and sighed. She would need her cauldron and some spell books, she quickly apparated home and grabbed the required stuff, settling for her entire trunk. With in precious minutes she had arrived back and cleaned his wounds.
Then bandaged him up, he was cold, so dreadfully cold. She put a blanket over him and flicked through her books looking for a spell or a potion that replenished blood.
She found one, a potion; it was pretty standard so she set to work on it. With in minutes, she had woken him up and she was pouring the liquid down his throat, he swallowed half asleep, weak, hungry and thirsty. She looked at the potion book, one glass every 3 hours; do not take for a longer period than 24 hours, it made sense to Hermione that this was the time period, one potion replenishes one pint of blood, and a human had 8 pints, so more than that could cause trouble. She made another vile of the potion, ready for his next dose, noting down the time on a piece of paper.
She looked at the wound and dipped a cloth in murtlap water; shed started keeping some after the death eaters attack on Hogwarts and after Harry went after the horcrux's. She rubbed it gently over the wound and performed a few healing charms, they help, though only a little. The wound had stopped bleeding and closed a little. She re-bandaged Draco and he stirred. She grabbed her back pack, a bottle of water and a packed lunch was all she had.
She knew, with every potion she made for him, every spell she preformed, she was dicing with his death. One wrong move could end it all for the ex Hogwarts pupil, if she didn't try however, he would die for sure.
Draco tried to sit up; Hermione put a hand on his chest.
"Don't try and sit up…" Hermione said soothingly "You're still very weak."
"Gr…Granger?" Draco asked his eyes opening fully and fixing on Hermione's face.
"Yes, it's me, Malfoy don't sit up. I can't totally heal that wound, it'll take time and rest. So please lay still." Her voice was clipped but did he hear the edge of worry in her voice?
"Where am I?" Draco asked dazed and dizzy from blood loss.
"You're safe. That's all you need to know" she said causing Draco to laugh a little.
"Here you need to eat and drink," Hermione said.
"You just told me don't get up, do you want me to choke?" Draco said with a sarcastic smile but as much as he hated to (and would never) admit it, he needed her right now, she was the one thing standing between him and death. His vision wasn't as foggy not, he noted, and he wasn't feeling as weak as he had been, She must have done some thing, yes a potion with a metallic taste.
"Right I'm going to help you sit up" Hermione said.
"I can sit up myself" Draco snapped, He slowly tried to sit up and groaned in pain and fell back; Hermione caught him and helped him sit up propping him up with the pillows.
She put the sandwiches on his lap and he sniffed them and examined the insides.
Hermione rolled her eyes and broke a bit off and ate it.
"see not poisoned" she told him handing him the water. Then he saw the name on the lunch bag. "You're giving me your lunch?"
"No I'm going to let you drool over it and eat it myself" She said with a roll of her eyes "yes I'm giving you my lunch."
Draco felt annoyance that he had to rely on the mudblood for survival, he would let her make him better then capture her, that would please his master to make up his failure, having one of Potters Friends to torture and use as bate.