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Chapter Nine

The Beginning of a Memory; Part II

All three people landed with their eyes shut. Draco was the only one to land on his feet. He soon helped his wife and grandson up off the ground, which seemed to be moving underneath of them.

"Where are we Nanny?" asked Tommy.

"It looks like we are on the Hogwarts Express." Answered his grandmother.

"Indeed we are." Replied Draco. "And look right over there." He pointed at a trio of people. "Do you see that girl with those two gits?" His wife elbowed him in the gut, and he gave off a loud grunt. "Well that bushy-haired girl is the mu...ggleborn." Draco said catching himself. "Her name is Hermione Granger."

His wife smiled at him when she heard the name.

"Hermony?" Tommy struggled.

His grandmother kneeled down, and straightened his little jacket out, and said, "No dear Her-mi-one. I hear she was very nice, and also the smartest in her class."

Draco coughed, and she glared at him. He soon smiled, and said, "Oh yeah, but I bet I could outsmart her any day."

She smirked and waited a second, "Not right now honey, remember you are already sleeping on the sofa."

Draco frowned but then realized that Tommy and his wife were moving towards the trio.

"Wow this must have been our... I mean their first year at Hogwarts." Thankfully Tommy hadn't noticed her little mistake.

(A/N: Ok so I was thinking that I wasn't going to say the Grandmother's name until the end, but it is getting difficult, and you all know it is Hermione anyway, so I am going to use her name when I can. NOTE: Tommy doesn't know his grandparents names... yet, but we will have to see where that takes us. Also, I know I already said this, but just a recap... he also doesn't know the story is about them.)

Hermione looked at her young self. She was with her two best friends, Harry and Ron. At the moment she was in the middle of a conversation. (a/n: I know they don't start being friends at the beginning of the 1st book, but this is my story, and I want it this way, I like having things my own way, lol).

"Harry, how was your summer, I just heard that you only found out you were a wizard like a couple days ago. Must have been quite a shock." Said Hermione.

"Shock? Try a bloody brilliant discovery! He is 'the boy who lived' if you didn't notice." Ron tried to hold back yelling this throughout the train.

"Well I must say I wasn't expecting it, but it feels like... I don't know... well at first I was afraid they had the wrong Harry, but now I know they didn't and I don't know, I guess it's just nice to finally have some place to belong to, if you know what I mean?" The dark boy named Harry said.

"Don't worry Harry, I'm a muggleborn, I didn't know until the middle of summer either, so stick with me." Hermione said standing next to him.

"OI! What about me? Just cause I'm a pureblood-"

They missed the rest of his sentence, because Draco said, "Yeah a pureblood traitor."

"Malfoy! He is not a traitor if he is on the same side as you. Besides," she put her hands over Tommy's ears, "Voldemort is dead anyway." She said releasing her hands.

"Yeah but- wait what am I arguing with you for, I am part of the order, sometimes I think my father left a bit of him in me just so I wouldn't completely go soft. Well-"

Hermione sensed a cuss word coming and covered her grandson's ears again.

"Fuck the bastard!" continued Draco.

Hermione released again, and scowled at Draco, whether he was talking about his father or not, she hated when people swore. "Oh look we are moving towards the cabin, we should get in before the door closes.

There were three empty seats in the compartment, and Draco was sitting by himself, although he was sitting next to his wife to be, it felt very awkward.

"So boys? What house would you like to be sorted into? I hear Gryffindor is splendid!" Hermione said with enthusiasm.

Draco scoffed.

"Houses? Sorting? What the ruddy hell are you talking about?" asked Harry.

"Harry, don't swear. (a/n: I don't consider hell a swear word, but I decided to make Hermione very strict on cuss words.) Sorting, it is when we are placed into our houses. They are where we will stay during the year, and we support our Quidditch team, and gain or lose house points, (a/n: am I missing anything). There are four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and worst of all, Slytherin."

Draco once again scoffing, it was such a typical Hermione thing to say.

"The dark lord himself was a Slytherin." She added.

"Yeah and look where he ended up." Ron added with a sour face.

"He didn't end up anywhere, Ronald, nobody knows where he is. He is missing." She replied.

"Well I would much rather people know where I am, then be classified as missing." Ron snarled.

"And that is where the two of you differ." She ended.

"Wait. You mean, Vol-" Ron winced when Harry started to say the dark lord's name, "I mean He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, went to Hogwarts?"

"Of course, Hogwarts was before he went bad, some even say it was during his stay at Hogwarts that he went wrong. But there are some that will say he has always been fucked in the brain." Ron answered him.

"Ron don't swear, it is not promising." Hermione snapped.

Hermione remembered saying this exact same sentence to Draco earlier on in the week, and thought to herself, "Wow do I always sound like that."

Draco chimed in as though he were reading her mind, "Yes dear, scary isn't it?"

"I could make it two nights honey." She smirked and he shut up.

Tommy had not spoken during the conversation of the trio, he didn't even twitch when Ron swore. He was so engrossed in what the three had to say about the school.

"So Harry what house would you like to be in?" asked Hermione.

"Well you said Gryffindor sounds excellent, so I don't think it would hurt to be in that one."

"We are going to have to be fucking lucky to all get into the same house." Ron said with a nervous face.

"RONALD!"

Suddenly all went black. They were falling through nothingness once again. They were all expecting to be going home, but they were surprised to see themselves once again in the train.

"Ahh, this must be my, I mean Draco's side of the story." He said correcting himself. "This is serpent boy, Tommy, his name is Draco Malfoy."

"That is much easier," said Tommy as the ten-year old giggled with his grandparents. "Wait Malfoy? Are we related?"

"Well nobody is really sure... I guess you could say there is a slight resemblance, he holds the same bodacious looking body as all the Malfoy men hold. I'm sure we are connected somehow." Draco half lied.

Hermione just scoffed at her husband's conceitedness.

They walked into a compartment with four people, Three boys and a girl. It was a little more cramped in here, because there were only two seats left, so Tommy sat on his gran's lap.

"Bloody waste this is. I could curse anyone here in this cart." Said a platinum blond boy who Tommy recognized to be this Draco Malfoy bloke.

"Yeah but aren't we not aloud to use those curses Draco?" asked a rather large fellow sitting across from the young Draco.

"Is there anything in-between those ears of yours Goyle?" Goyle just looked at him, as though he had milk coming out of his nose. "Yeah that's what I thought. Who cares if we use dark magic you half wit, it isn't like we are here for the good side. As soon as I graduate, I am leaving that life behind, and joining the dark lord himself."

"WICKED!" said the other boy, who was also abnormally large.

"You are so brave, Draco." Said the black-haired girl. She was sitting rather close to him and she was stroking his hair.

Hermione did not like this. She had a huge frown on her face.

"Don't worry sweetness, Pansy is a bitch and she deserved to end up in Azkaban!" said Draco. Tommy was completely oblivious to the fact that his grandfather was talking about one of the "characters" in the story and using them as though they were real.

"Language! I know, but it just doesn't feel right to look at her that close to yo-him."

Suddenly all went black, and they were falling through nothingness one last time. They ended back at home just next to the pensieve.

"WOW! THAT WAS GREAT! Is that all? That can't be the whole story! What was that Draco boy talking about a dark lord for? Why was he going to help him. That Hermony girl sure was pretty!" Tommy said all at once.

"Wow, you speak a lot for a ten year old!" Said Draco. "I will tell you all that in good time, and aren't you a little young to be thinking girls are pretty?"

"I'm almost eleven just so you know."

"I do know, two more weeks. When you come back as a matter of fact."

There was a small crash from a room down the hall.

"Sounds as though Paul is here. Tommy you better go fetch your coat. We will meet you in the sitting room." Hermione said to her grandson, patting his bum to get him moving along.

"Okay Nan. See you in a sec." Tommy said running off.

Draco and Hermione walked into the sitting room to find their son wiping soot off of his coat.

"SON!" Draco said with open arms.

They pulled into a masculine hug and then Hermione barged in to give her son a kiss.

"How are you son? And Mary (a/n: I can't remember if I mentioned his wife's name, but even if I did, it is now Mary, lol!), how is she doing?"

"She is doing well, she was going to come with me, but the phone rang." Said Paul.

"God son you aren't using muggle objects are you?" Draco shook his head.

"Dad you have a phone. Besides it is different now, most wizarding families have learned how to use them, they really are quite useful." Said Paul.

"Yeah but I didn't chose to get a phone. Your mother needs one supposedly. I don't know, whatever. Are you still coming next week for his birthday?" Draco asked.

"Yes father, everything will go ahead as we planned."

"Good man. Oh look who it is!" Draco gained a huge smile on his face when Tommy entered the room.

"Dad, you will never believe what we did!" cried Tommy.

"Uh Tommy? Can I speak to you in the hallway for a sec, man to man?" asked Draco coaxing his grandson out of the room. "What do you say to keeping the story our little secret? I don't think your father, let alone your mother would approve."

"Alright!" Tommy loved having special bonds with people, this secret would be his bond with his grandfather.

They said there goodbyes and that was that.

A couple hours later the two decided to go off to bed.

Draco tried to get into bed but Hermione chimed in just in time, "Uh , uh, uh, remember your little rendezvous with the sofa that you were so longing to go on?" She handed him a blanket and a pillow, and pointed towards the sofa.

Draco mumbled under his breath, "Women who needs them anyway."

"I heard that darling. Good night, sweet dreams." She said, "Knox"

Draco remembered his past few dreams, and was in the unknown that he would once again travel into another.

My hands hurt from typing so I am going to stop there. Hope you guys like it so far... please review! Kisses!