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Chapter 64
"I believe the best way to hurry Malfoy along is through his sister." Graham did his best to continue looking forward at the Dark Lord and not at the sadistic boy sitting beside him. "We could take her and hold her prisoner until the task was complete."
"It's not like he isn't working," Graham drawled. "He's working night and day. He barely eats and I think the only time he sleeps is when he passes out from exhaustion. I doubt taking Graces would improve anything. I think that would actually make things worse."
Remain calm, just talk through your thoughts, Graham told himself as the red eyes now turned their attention to him.
"Draco would lose his mind if Graces was taken. A good amount of fear is one thing, but taking her would break him. He would become… erratic—" Graham settled, "—in his work. He would be so consumed with fear that he would make stupid mistakes, maybe even get himself killed," Graham murmured quietly. "No, I believe taking the girl would be a grave mistake. Not to mention it would turn Dumbledore's eyes to Snape," Graham nodded towards the Potions professor sitting across from him. "Dumbledore would realize that the only way someone could get on Hogwarts ground and take the girl from the castle would have to be through Snape."
"Excellent point, Mr. Montague." the Dark Lord hissed, a small smile creeping onto his face.
"We could take his mother than," Nott insisted, clearly thirsty for blood.
"As of now we basically have," Graham pointed out, rolling his eyes at Nott as though this was obvious. "We've made it very clear that Narcissa Malfoy is our ward. I think it's best to keep things the way they are with Mrs. Malfoy, so long as the twins are on good behavior they have nothing to fear for their mother."
"Nott, while I realize you crave Malfoy blood, I think it unwise for you to forget the bigger picture here. Our goals should align only with our Lord." Years of proper breeding was on Graham's side at the moment. He knew this dance like the back of his hand. Be calm, be polite and bury your enemy under sugar-coated words. "If our Lord were to do as you wish then he would not only place the wrong kind of fear in Draco, but the wrong kind of fear in his followers. It's one thing if someone disloyal to our cause has families taken prisoner, but to take a loyal follower's family…" Graham let his voice trail off with his disapproval.
"If we take the girl or if we make Narcissa Malfoy a prisoner it will lead other members of the circle to begin fearing for their families when they are assigned a task. We already fear disappointing you my Lord, but add in this and you will see more mistakes happen when a task is being carried out. Some tasks require a certain amount of patience. Having a ticking clock by the ear will not allow the subtlety needed for grand endeavors… like infiltrating the Ministry."
"What is your proposal then?" Nott snapped, his anger showing.
Graham smiled at the outburst. It just made him look more sensible and Nott look too emotionally involved.
"Nothing," Graham shrugged, offering all a charming smile. Arella used to tell him he should smile like that more often. She used to coax it out of him, she insisted that if he smiled like this more often he could rule the world. Graham buried the memory of his sister somewhere deep inside him and continued on. "Malfoy has not succeeded, true, but it's not because of lack of effort or brilliance. He's been working on this cabinet like a house elf and even while so busy he has done his best to try different ways to complete the task. The necklace and the mead. He's actually being very proactive. He's not being foolish and only relying on one plan, he's concocted multiple."
"All which have failed," Nott grumbled.
"Not for lack of innovation and effort. Outside parties have gotten in the way."
"Failure has always been met with painful repercussions," Nott growled.
"Draco has not truly failed. He still has time and he still has a plan that has not been implemented." Graham realized he was coming off too pro-Malfoy and with a heavy heart continued. "Of course, I realize that an example needs to be made and consistency is always important. If there does need to be a punishment it should be on Draco. There is no need to touch his sister or his mother again."
Graham held his breath as his Lord studied him pensively. He couldn't suppress the shiver that came down his spine at the attention, but he did make sure to not look away.
"You have interest in the girl as well," the Dark Lord grinned. "It appears that you are just as biased as Nott when it comes to the Malfoys."
"I am hoping to be joined with Graces, yes," Graham admitted, a part of him enjoying the look of shock on Nott's face.
"She has not accepted though?" the Dark Lord asked, knowing the answer.
"No. Graces is… old fashioned in many ways. She wishes to get to know me before she seals herself to me. I'm spending the holiday at the castle with her, I thought it would aid us in getting some privacy to get to know one another."
"Is that why you're at the castle," the Dark Lord mused. "I believed you were there because your father no longer welcomes you in his home."
"Welcomed or not, as patriarch, I am free to be there regardless of his feelings," Graham stated coldly. "I will not deny that I am affected by Graces. I don't want her hurt or maimed, and I certainly don't want Nott anywhere near her," Graham continued, looking by his side and glaring at the other boy. "He's wanted Graces for a long time now, and he no longer cares how he gets her. He wants to hurt her because she refuses him. It's also the reason he enjoys punishing her brother. He thinks he can bend her to his will by using those she cares for. Smart, but also in many ways pathetic."
Nott rose to his feet and pulled out his wand at Graham's last retort.
"SIT. DOWN!" Graham demanded, as though he were scolding a child. "We are in the middle of a meeting. One does not pull out their wand in a meeting with their Lord. If you want to duel me use your wit and words. If you do not have the means to duel me properly with those keep silent."
The Dark Lord laughed and Nott's face turned a deeper shade of pink. Graham smirked as the other boy took his seat, but knew that he was far from his goal. He felt as though he were being toyed with. Yes, Voldemort was listening to him, but he had a feeling he was merely humoring him so that he would continue and he could enjoy it that much more when he agreed with Nott.
"I probably am biased, my Lord," Graham continued, praying that his next move was as well calculated as he thought. "Perhaps it would be best if Snape gave his opinion."
A flash of rage flashed in the older man's eyes as he glared at him from across the table.
"I'm her godfather," the older man pointed out icily.
"Please," Graham snorted. "You don't even believe that lie."
If his retort stung Snape it didn't show. The older man remained stoic. Snape took his time in gathering his thoughts on the Malfoy twins. Graham held his breath as Snape's jaw tightened and he looked up at the ceiling for a moment pensively.
"I agree with Mr. Montague, for the time being," he stipulated, thoughtfully twisting his wand in hand. "Nott hurt Draco Malfoy in October and you, my Lord, punished his sister yourself for Draco's failure. This is not an example of a follower not working diligently, the boy is working faithfully to the cause. Mr. Montague has pointed out that instilling more fear in him will only cause mistakes and I couldn't agree more."
"Not to mention I don't think Bellatrix would be happy for her sister or her sister's daughter to be held prisoner in the way Nott is suggesting. She is loyal to you, My Lord. It would be generous of you to allow her sister and her sister's children a bit of mercy in reward for her devotion."
Snape's opinion had saved both twins from any pain. Graham silently thanked the gods and counted each second until the dismissal. He knew that he had strengthened his ties with the Malfoys, but he also knew he had made an enemy out of Nott. He could feel the hatred rising off the boy beside him. It didn't matter too much at the moment. Graham was held higher than Nott for the time. Unlike Nott he had a job in the Ministry secured for next year, a job that was going to aid the Dark Lord in taking it over. He would have access to everything and everyone needed to get into the Ministry. The job his mother had been so proud of him for getting was the very thing that set the Dark Lord's sights on him for recruitment.
"My Lord, if I could have a private word," Graham requested, bowing slightly and taking a deep breath so as not to lose his nerve. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or terrified that his presence was still welcome and felt a chill as the last person left the room.
"Speak."
Now or never.
"Graces does not wish to marry me," Graham began, maintaining his eye contact with the marble floor.
"And you wish me to order her to?"
"Wha—no!" Graham exclaimed, looking up in shock. "No, of course not. I… I wanted to point out that she does not wish to marry me because she truly believes her brother will succeed." Voldemort sat back in amusement and snapped his fingers for Nagini to join him by his throne as he continued listening. "Graces knows if she marries me her safety would be insured. She knows her arm would remain bare with her brother's success or failure and she also knows that our union would put her family's thoughts at ease and yet she has refused. She truly believes her brother will be successful and that means she also believes she will be taking the mark for you."
Voldemort paused in stroking Nagini's long body and waited for Graham to continue.
"Daughters are often overlooked if there is a son," Graham breathed, doing his best to not shake so much. "Draco as the patriarch of course has outshined Graces, but I implore you to take a look at her as something more than leverage."
"And tell me, Graham, how should I look at Miss Malfoy?"
"As an asset," Graham stated, moving closer to the table. "She's bright, talented and has an unusual skill for gaining people's loyalty. I have no idea how she does it, but she attracts people to her. People want to help her. They want to listen to her. Graces Malfoy can walk into a room and look through people's facades and find a loyal army."
"She's pretty," the Dark Lord snorted. "Enchanting women are always able to charm people into helping them."
"It's more than that," Graham insisted. "Much more. I am not standing here asking this because I find her attractive. I'm standing here because she would truly be an asset to you. She's gained multiple alliances for her family without ever using her womanly charms. She does it with her convictions. She always has."
"She's made it clear she does not wish to marry me and yet I want to help her. Her loss would weigh on our society. She could do so much, my Lord. People would follow you because she is there beside you. Have you not heard her name whispered in conversations? Taking the fall for Thomas Higgs has made her thought highly of and then living through what she did… She's strong, my Lord." Graham slowly took out a vial from his pocket at set it down in the middle of the table. "I don't expect you to trust my word," he rasped, losing his nerve as those red eyes glared up at him. "So I offer you my memories. I hope after you see these you will come to think of Graces as I do."
"Some use power to gain alliances. Others use gold, force, knowledge or fear, some like you, my Lord, use many tactics. Graces uses her presence."
Graham bowed lowly before hurrying to leave. He was shaking all over and could barely manage to hold himself straight when he left the room. He was terrified of the… creature he served, terrified beyond all measure. After seeing all he had seen since taking the mark he wondered how so many of the Lord's followers managed to look so calm. Severus Snape he was convinced had no soul. He hurried down the stairs of Malfoy manor and did his best to not look at Narcissa as he passed her and Bellatrix in the foyer.
No word had reached the woman's ears about her children. Everyone had made sure to not speak about what had been done to Graces or about Draco receiving punishments as well. Bellatrix rarely left her sister's side and when she was not there Narcissa lived in her home in isolation. It was for the best. If she ever gained the knowledge she would get herself killed. Still, Graham couldn't look at her knowing all he did.
He had thought he had succeeded in his escape when a firm hand gripped him by the elbow. He stared at the fingers dained with assortments of jewels before turning around and smiling weakly at the lady of the house.
"Mrs. Malfoy," Graham bowed, swallowing as much of his feelings as he could.
"Mr. Montague," the older woman replied coldly, her ice blue eyes alive with determination. "I wish to have a word."
Graham understood that this was not a request and followed the older woman. Narcissa Malfoy, even when being held, acted dignified. This was her home and she certainly presented herself as comfortable in it. She didn't step aside as other members of the Dark Lord's following came down the halls and she snapped her fingers impatiently for a house elf, pointing to whatever rug, picture or room needed attending. Her heels echoed off the walls with a piercing sound. She may not verbally make her unhappiness known, but the clicks gave testimony to her anger.
"Sit," she demanded, gesturing to an light pink armchair in the middle of the library. "Bella, leave us."
"Cissy—"
"LEAVE!" Narcissa bellowed, snapping her fingers and gaining two house elves in the room. "Leave or I will make you leave."
Bellatrix's jaw dropped slightly and she took out her wand as the two house elves loomed nearer to her.
"Narcissa, what do you think—"
"Don't," Narcissa hissed. "Don't you dare act like you don't understand where this is coming from. My daughter and my son are away from me and I don't believe you or any other person in this mansion is telling me the truth about them. I have lived with the Dark Lord for months and I don't believe for a second that my children have been untouched."
"What exactly do you think is happening?" Bellatrix asked, doing a great job of playing naïve. "They are at Hogwarts what could possibly—"
"Get out," Narcissa repeated, a threat lacing her words. "I know who you are loyal to, Bella. Get out of my sight."
Narcissa turned towards him, but Bellatrix grabbed her arm and twirled her attention back to her.
"You're my sister," Bellatrix pleaded.
Narcissa angrily jerked her arm away and took two steps forward causing the other woman to lean back uncomfortably as the blonde bared her teeth.
"The only thing I am is a mother," Narcissa whispered. "Now, get out."
Graham made a mental note that Bellatrix cowered from her younger sister. He wondered if she did this out of fear of losing her only remaining family member or if Narcissa Malfoy was an exceptionally powerful witch. Neither would be surprising. Lucius after all was drawn to power and he had clearly wanted Narcissa.
"Would you like a drink?" Narcissa offered politely, moving over to a small beverage cart and already pouring him and her a glass of what he could tell was fine mead. Graham held his glass cautiously and only took a drink once Narcissa herself took a seat and sat down in an armchair across from him. "Did you think I would poison you?" the older woman smiled, taking another long sip of her drink and exposing her fine neck.
"Forgive me," Graham begged. "I just—I don't really know you. It's wise to always be cautious these days."
"It is," Narcissa agreed, moving her glass about so the liquid ran from side to side. "Draco told me you offered your hand to my daughter." Graham took another sip of the mead and nodded. "He also mentioned you wanted a fair bit of coin should you marry her."
"Yes, I did," Graham chuckled. Graham quickly lost his smile when he saw the way Narcissa was glaring at him though. "That doesn't mean I don't care for Graces. I care a great deal for her and if we are joined I will live and die to keep her and my family safe." Graham frowned at his last few statements and put down his drink.
"Do you love her?"
"No. I care for her, admire her, respect her, wouldn't mind sharing a bed with her, but love is not the word I would use." Graham answered, his mind just beginning to click with what was happening to him.
"You have a lot of good feeling towards her," Narcissa commented, placing her own drink down. "What prevents you from loving her?"
"I'm—" Graham bit his tongue and glared at the woman in front of him. "I'm—"
"Don't fight it," Narcissa smiled gently. "Three drops of veritaserum is not something you can beat."
"I'm in love with someone else," Graham burst, damning himself as the words came out. Narcissa opened her mouth to continue with the interrogation, but Graham hurried to beat her. "Please don't ask me who," he rasped, tensing his jaw as though gritting his teeth would keep his secrets from spilling out. "I beg you. Please don't ask me who." He thought of Wamil. Sweet kind Wamil and what would happen to her if this woman saw her as a threat to her daughter, what would happen to him if someone knew about his feelings for her. A pureblooded death eater harboring feelings for a half breed, he didn't even allow himself to talk to her out of fear of what would happen. He barely admitted his feelings to himself. Only Graces knew his deepest secret. "Please. I swear I never would betray your daughter and that I would never rescind my offer to marry her, but do not ask me who. She doesn't matter It would never come to be. Please."
It had been a long time since Graham had cried in front of another person and he feared that he was on the brink of losing that streak now. Narcissa stared at him curiously before nodding her head. A sputter of relief came out of his mouth at the declaration and the situation he was in soon came more into focus.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I want to know how my children are," Narcissa stated, not looking at all like the weak woman he had seen seated at the table meetings. Graham tightened his jaw and looked down at the library floor. he wondered if she had laced his glass earlier with the serum or if she had taken the antidote.
"I took the antidote," Narcissa replied cooly, reading his mind. "Incase you asked for the other glass."
"Smart," Graham contended, trying to bury his anger. There was a moment of silence between them, it seemed Narcissa had no qualms with taking her time.
"How are my children?"
"They are fine."
"What makes you refer to them as fine?"
"They are both alive and unharmed."
"And yet you don't refer to them as good," Narcissa pointed out, clearly knowing how to drag out answers.
"Draco barely sleeps. He's malnourished and working himself to the bone and Graces is frazzled most of the time. She's different, but she seems to have a way to cope with everything. She isn't as bad off as Draco, but I fear she is living under delusion of escape."
"Escape?"
"Draco told me she has acquired a safe house," Graham continued, allowing the serum to take his knowledge and put them out into the open air. There was no point in fighting. "Should Draco fail she is convinced your family will be safe there."
"Where is this house?"
"All I know is she has one. I don't know anything else about it and I doubt she would tell me anything about it. I wasn't supposed to know she had it."
Narcissa stood up from her seat and paced about the room deep in thought. He watched as she passed the mantle filled with photos of her family. She didn't pause and stare at them, it seemed she was content to be in her own head.
"Are my children safe?"
"For now."
"How do you know?"
Graham prayed that this would be the end of Narcissa's questioning as he told her about what had just occurred in the meeting. She seemed to be slightly relieved and stopped her pacing and sat, as he told her about what had occurred between him and the Dark Lord in private. When he finished she had retreated again into her head.
"You put her in his sights," she whispered, her hand trembling as she touched her lips.
"To save her, should Draco succeed and she not marry me. He will be less likely to send her into a situation to die, if he sees use in her."
Narcissa took a deep breath and regained her composure. Graham felt a chill go down his spine as the older woman focused her eyes back on him determinedly.
"Have my children been hurt?"
And there it was. The question that would open the dam that had kept Narcissa's fury behind. He knew his answer would cause her death and he knew that him trying not to answer would speak just as much volume as his words.
"Yes."
"Tell me how."
"Draco has been cruciated by Nott on a few occasions and I, uh, broke his nose."
Graham found himself moving back in his seat as Narcissa looked up at him. She resembled a lioness calculating an attack.
"It wasn't malicious," he informed slowly, hoping to defuse the situation. "I was upset, Thomas Higgs had received the black letters from the ministry and I was desperate to know if my sister was alive. Draco wouldn't let me have the letters and we ended up dueling," Graham trailed off. "There is no bad blood between us."
"And what of my daughter?" Narcissa continued icily. "What harm has she come to?"
"Much," Graham answered, doing his best to not say all that had happened. "Mrs. Malfoy, I beg you to let this go. She's fine now. Safe and well, if you continue like this you will get yourself killed and then no one will be there to help your children."
"I'm not there now to help them," Narcissa quipped bitterly. "It doesn't matter if I am alive or not at this point. If I can't protect my children I may as well be dead."
Graham stood to leave the room, thinking he could run out of the manor and away from the next question, but he only made one leap for the door before Narcissa had him subdued by elves.
"How was my daughter harmed?"
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"It was my grandmother's," Narcissa smiled gently, placing a soft hand on his shoulder as he continued to examine the emerald ring she had given him. "I know Graces doesn't feel warm to you now, but should warmth come I think she would be happy if this were offered to her."
Graham nodded and did his best to smile at the woman sitting beside him. His head felt so funny from the drinks he had taken. He supposed it must have been nerves that made him down the mead so quickly. He hadn't expected to be pulled into Narcissa's private library to discuss marrying her daughter and what Narcissa Malfoy thought were important topics of such matters. He blushed as he recalled her discussing wedding nights and children. Now he really did wish she had asked about how her children were faring.
"You're a man of very few words," Narcissa noted, moving her hand away and allowing him the space he was desperately craving.
"You just caught me a bit off guard," Graham smiled, doing his best to not appear as uncomfortable as he was."
"I am sorry for that," Narcissa insisted, looking very much like her daughter in that moment. "I just wanted to talk to you about this. After Draco told me you offered your hand I realized I didn't know you very well."
"I understand," Graham contended, nervously fingering his glass. "I really should be on my way back to the castle though."
"Of course," Narcissa smiled, her charm and breeding shining through. "Give my children my love, Graham."
"I shall." Graham could practically taste the freedom that was on the other side of that door, but before he made it into the hall Narcissa stopped him. The older woman surveyed him for a few moments before placing the smallest of pecks on his cheek.
"I want you to know that I appreciate what you have done for my children," she whispered softly, offering him a sincere embrace that Graham stood very still receiving. "And I hope you can forgive me for all of this."
Graham frowned at the older woman's words.
"Forgive you?"
"For putting you in such a position. I realize you were quite uncomfortable, but I appreciate your honesty. I needed it."
"I just hope I've alleviated some of your worries," Graham smiled, using what was left of his charm for the evening.
"A mother always worries," Narcissa reminded, taking a step back from him. "Safe travels, Graham."
Graham nodded at the dismissal and quickly left the manor. He could feel the ring burning a hole in his pocket and decided it was probably best to give the piece to Draco. He didn't really want to be responsible for such an heirloom. He had the oddest feeling as he returned to Hogwarts. He couldn't shake the fog that had overcome his thoughts. He wondered if the day had worn on him more than he realized or if he was coming down with something.
When he entered the Room of Requirement Draco was already passed out on a desk, his fingers still tight around a quill. He really did feel sorry for him. For years he had found Draco to be annoying at times, but he had never truly disliked him. Most of Slytherin was filled with pompous, arrogant boys that leaned on their fathers. Graham was sure he was the same way at times. When you had a good life given to you it was hard not to feel entitled. It was all so different now though.
"Draco," Graham nudged gently. "Draco, wake up."
Draco made a few sounds of protests, but it didn't take much to stir him awake. The blonde groaned, but sat up as he had requested. Graham sat patiently while Draco's mind caught up with his body.
"Graham," Draco whispered, fear coming up into his silver eyes as he moved slightly back. "What—" Draco didn't finish his sentence and instead closed his mouth and waited.
He thinks I'm here to punish him instead of Nott.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Graham sighed, taking a seat in the spare chair beside him. "You're not to be punished for what has happened."
"But… how, why?"
"Don't question a good thing, Malfoy," Graham smiled wearily. "Just thank the gods for it." Draco didn't seem to think that he should just let the subject drop, but he nodded quietly.
"Draco, I'm going to help you fix this damn thing," Graham informed, looking at the cabinet looming over them. "We are going to start working together."
"It's my task," Draco gritted stubbornly. "I can complete it."
"I'm not offering to help you; I'm telling you I am helping you."
There was a pregnant silence at his statement and he could tell Draco was fuming.
"Why? Does our Lord—"
"I have not been ordered to help you, I just am going to."
"Why would you want to help me?" Draco rasped, his face squinting up as he tried to hide his emotions. Graham looked away from the display already growing more uncomfortable.
"You don't deserve to die," he murmured. "I want to help and I figured if we still don't succeed things between Graces and I will not be too poor. It will give us a good start if I help you."
"You've always been blunt," Draco chuckled tightly.
"I think honesty is always best. No need to paint a picture that isn't true."
Draco nodded in agreement, but no other words were said for some time. Each of them were lost in their own thoughts. Graham looked at all the papers scattered around the desk and he felt like he was looking at Draco's descent into madness. Older papers had elegant penmanship while he couldn't even make out the words in the more recent ones. The sentences slanted and there were odd ink splotches here and there.
"You need to get better rest," Graham insisted. "You will begin taking a potion to sleep. I don't care if you sleep here, but I will make you sleep. If you're tired and worn out you will only make more mistakes."
"I'm fine."
"No. You're not. But you will be." Both boys tensed as Graham put an arm around Draco's shoulders. It wasn't natural for Graham to display this kind of comradery and Draco clearly wasn't expecting the touch. Graham was slightly shocked by how he felt about it as well. But Draco was one of the few people in the world that understood what he was going through. Neither of them wanted to do terrible deeds and both were being forced. Each of them had their sister's lives dangling in front of them and both were losing their souls in the process of saving them.
"You know Arella always met me off the train," Graham said, a large lump over taking his throat as he thought about his sister and how if she had been alive he would have seen her today.
"I remember."
"She-she insisted on being there when I or any of us were coming home." The feeling was taking over now, he could feel the hot liquid pooling out of his eyes and the pressure in his chest taking over. He could see his sister at the train station like she was alive. She was there right there outside the window of his compartment laughing and tapping her fingers on the glass and telling him to hurry up as he rolled his eyes at her. His nephew was in her arms waving at him wildly and looking in awe at the large train. "But she never came when I was leaving. She couldn't stand goodbyes," Graham sputtered, succumbing to his torture.
He was glad that Draco didn't move away or shift uncomfortably, that he was allowing him to drown in his sorrows and memories. He thought about all he had done since his sister's death and wondered if she would have still loved him the way she had when she was living or if she would be ashamed of the man he had become and from there he cried even harder and didn't move away when Draco moved closer and gave him support. He held to Draco to prevent himself from drowning in his emotions. There was no end for him. This was now his life and he didn't have the luxury to end it even, not with his family still in need.
"You're going to make it through this," Draco promised, his arms gripping him tightly. Graham could feel the other boy's bones through his clothes and wondered if making it through was the same as living. He refused to voice his thoughts though, determined to not make the situation he was currently in anymore awkward than it was. He would have his cry tonight and even allow himself some form of comfort and tomorrow he would carry on exorcising his demons.
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