Draco saw his father for dinner and told him of the incident. Lucius sat there and glared at his son as if HE was the one who did it to her. "AND WHAT did young HARRY DO?"
"The only thing he or I or any one of us could do, we held her down and let them take the blood. We didn't know it was going to be that many...it left her weak, they might as well have been vampires for as much blood as they took."
Lucius sat back, "did you even ARGUE the fact?"
"Yes and the nurse agreed, but she was under strict orders. Father, her blood is going to be used in the next batch of potions that will be given to us, the head Death Eaters. You, me, Harry, etc." Lucius sat up, Draco didn't tell him this part.
"Why?"
"Because, from what Harry told me...it's special. The Shaman blood extends life, plus, she has natural immunity towards disease and poisons. Her father did something to her when she was healed from a dangerous muggle disease known as 'cancer'...ever since, it changed her...so, he's feeding it to us," Draco looked down and away.
Lucius said nothing, his heart ached, though his cool demeanor would never show it.
Harry watched as Azadeh slept, he was so angry with himself. He should have just come up with some excuse not to let her go. She blinked open her eyes, "hi."
"Hi. Are you alright...are you better?"
"Yes, I heal quickly, you know that...that's probably why they took so...," Azadeh was interrupted.
"I don't want to talk about it...I just...I helped hurt you..."
"No, you didn't. You didn't have a choice...you comforted me, I don't think I would have been able to bare it at all if you weren't there," she touched his face and brought it closer to kiss him, Harry couldn't resist her. At first, it was gentle and then his breathing became heavy and he started to lean her back, climbing on top of her, he pulled back..
"Are you sure you're well?"
"Yes...," Azadeh reached up and kissed him, bringing him back down on top of her.
He was gentle, but he still left bite marks on her neck, something that turned them both on...he liked to see them and wouldn't let her put on the ointment to make them disappear unless she was working the next day, and she liked to feel his teeth, even though sometimes he drew blood.
Lucius was scheming, he wanted to get back everything he lost. His title as 'the right hand' and Azadeh. Though he could tell that Harry was even weaker around the girl than himself, and it would be just a matter of time before Voldemort would test Harry's loyalty if it continued. If Harry defected, then Lucius would get all of Harry's lands, money, and property...including women, and that would mean Azadeh, whether or not they were married. If, however, he chose not to take Azadeh, she would be executed along with Harry...but Lucius had no intention of this happening.
Quite frankly, Harry was too weak to be the right hand and determined that Harry was put in that position because the Dark Lord enjoyed having 'the-boy-who-lived' on his payroll. His master was sadistic in thinking, as was he. Lucius was patient and knew, it was instinct, that the boy was weakening because of her... He tutted to himself, Azadeh thought Lucius was so cruel to her, the only reason why he did it was so the Dark Lord wouldn't pay much attention to her, he wouldn't ask her to prove her abilities...and he would have been successful had the little WHELP not interfered. Lucius, in his own sadistic way, was protecting her.
Draco paced back and forth in his new home, what could he do? He sensed his father was planning something, he sensed that Voldemort was planning something as well, and Azadeh was in the middle of it all. Harry was confident that she wouldn't be taken in for information, but Draco was not. Voldemort was a patient man, if you could really call him that. He waited, he waited and bided his time until the right opportunity came to take Harry down and that's what he was doing with Azadeh. He was going to use her to control Harry, use her for the potions, and use her to create powerful Death Eaters. And if Harry resisted...he would be considered 'defected' and the next to fall in line and take his title would be his father...or possibly him now. Draco climbed the ranks rather speedily...he wouldn't mind taking everything, especially Azadeh, but at what cost?
The next morning, Azadeh awoke before Harry, she was used to his schedule now. She petted his hair, her touch automatically woke him up and he smiled at her. It was amazing, Azadeh knew how to do things...they way she adjusted to his schedule, the way she knew how he wanted things without even being asked. Harry knew it might be the 'seer' part of her, but it was more than that. The way she molded to his body when they slept next to each other...it was like they were made to fit.
Azadeh softened him, all she had to do was touch his arm and he would think more clearly. She had become not only his wife, but his companion, confidant, and best friend. She listened to him...
She saw him off to work and today was her day off...Azadeh hadn't forgotten and went to the library. Looking up in the 'G' section of the records again, she looked for Hermione's name, it seemed to take forever and finally...she found it. 'Hermione Granger', Granger was her last name.
Azadeh's eyes grew wide and she frantically looked for the information:
Name: Hermione Granger, Sold to: Jasper Williamson, Price: 100,000 galleons, Children: 0
Azadeh flipped through to find further information..there was no address. But then she stopped, she remembered that she had seen packages going to a 'Jasper Williamson' from the bookstore, at least once a month and most likely for Hermione...she remembered that Hermione was quite the book worm, very smart...that's probably why she went for so much...for a muggleborn. Marked for her bravery and cleverness, plus she was pretty too...it was all such a waste...all her efforts, only to end up on an auction block and her parents killed.
Azadeh would look at each package that went through, normally, she was the one that packed the boxes anyway for a delivery. Once she found out where it was, she would getMelissa to let her deliver them, tell Harry that it was a new responsibility, and once he saw how much it meant to her, he wouldn't deny her. But once she got to Hermione, what would she say?
She couldn't very well go, "hi. I'm sure you don't know this, but your best friend is the right hand of Voldemort and I'm here to try and get you to jog his memory, so we once again try and kill the bastard..."
That definately wouldn't work...and what about Ron Weasley? Azadeh knew they were still around, but extremely poor. None of the family could find jobs...thanks to Lucius Malfoy, he hated the Weasleys from the very beginning. Was Ron released, was Ron killed? She didn't want to think about it...but the latter was most likely.
Azadeh put her hands through her hair and looked at the time...Harry would be home soon, she wrote down the name and stuck it in her pocket, she had to be careful. If Harry were to find it...he'd think something very bad and she didn't want to screw anything up. "This is fate," she mumbled to herself. "It's too much of a coincedence that I would be working at the same bookstore that this Jasper Williamson got his books, the same man who owns Hermione." Azadeh looked at it as a sign, a sign that they could reawaken Harry and still defeat Voldemort.
Someone was watching her though, Lucius. 'What ARE you doing my pretty little Azadeh? What is going on in that head of yours? Looking up records...but of who?' He curled a smiled, this was something he could used to his advantage.
Harry was late from coming home and it worried Azadeh, sometimes this happened though, too much paperwork or his patrol lasted longer than usual. Finally he came home and woke Azadeh up, she had fallen asleep on the couch, but she noticed that he didn't pay any attention, in fact, walked quickly passed her.
What had happened?
She heard him go into the den and heard glass clinking, was he drinking? He hadn't had any fire whiskey in a while, not since they had been together, he was happy. Did SHE do something to upset him or was it Lucius again? Voldemort even? Azadeh got up slowly and went to the den, it was dark, but she could tell he was standing, "Harry, are you...alright?"
"Don't come in, not right now," he said flatly.
Azadeh never listened, and instead she came in anyway and turned on the light. Her face turned to a horrific look when she saw him...Harry was covered in blood. "What...is that...your blood?"
"No."
She came closer, this felt like a dream, "what...happened?"
"You."
"Me? I don't understand."
"I had to kill to save you." Azadeh continued to look confused. "He's sensed change in me, the Dark Lord feels that you have made me weak, and it was either bring you to him and watch him torture you, or kill a prisoner in a...vicious manner, I chose the latter."
She started to tear, one rolling down right after the other in a silent fashion. Coming closer, she saw guilt in his eyes. Azadeh tried to reach out and touch his face, which also had blood on it, but caught her hand and brought her to him. Azadeh panicked, he was smearing her with the blood from his uniform and not realizing it. As Harry kissed her, she was pulling away, feeling the blood on her...he let her go and looked shocked himself, he didn't mean to do that to her.
Azadeh ran upstairs and tore off the clothes she was wearing, then took a shower. She cried, someone had died because Harry was trying to protect her, even though they were a prisoner and would most likely die anyway, their death may have been far less brutal. Suddenly she heard the bathroom door open, it was Harry and he was getting undressed as well. Feelings of conflict ran through Azadeh, on one hand, she wanted him to join her and on the other...he had just killed someone, he murdered someone and had blood on him. She couldn't stand the sight of blood, she had seen it, but didn't like being around it.
Harry stepped through and went under the shower head, Azadeh watched the water turn red and then pink, moving her feet out of the way, not wanting to touch the filthy water. When he finished he turned to her, she could tell he was slightly drunk. He suddenly grabbed her and caused her to squeak, his one hand going through her hair, "my precious Azadeh, you don't like the site of blood, do you?"
She shook her head, feeling his arousal.
"My special girl, you are someone who saves and heals, while I am someone who captures and kills...the angel and the devil, so to speak?" He was whispering this in her ear, causing her to shiver, it was creating confict within her. Part of her was aroused by this and part of her was horrified. "But the devil has caught his angel, keeps her wings clipped so she can't get away, so he can keep her light all to himself...selfish, isn't it?"
Harry had moved her back up against the shower wall, kissing her, tears were coming down his face, as was her's. "Make me forget I am a demon, make me forget...," he was almost begging her to save him in some way. Azadeh kissed him hard on the mouth and thought, 'I am trying to save you, I will save you..., you aren't this person, I know you're not.'
She wrapped her legs around him and felt him penetrate her. Their love making was extremely passionate and not only led to the shower, but the bed as well. Then afterwards he leaned over her, petting her face, she could only look up at him and do the same.
"I know you aren't this person, Harry." He looked at her and started to tear, he was almost angry with her for making him feel. "He's trying to make you this killer and you're not a killer, you're not. I know you're not...please don't let him destroy you, you're soul...please." Harry couldn't help it and made her make love to him again.
All Azadeh could think about was how little time she had. The words he said to her in the shower, was something that Lucius would say, and HE WAS a Death Eater, a TRUE killer...if she couldn't get Harry to remember soon, she would lose the Harry she loved forever. Her only solice was that he was at least fighting it, his guilt confirmed it...so maybe she was winning him back a little piece at a time.