Disc Hp belongs to Jkr. storyline, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.
A/n this is an open end story that I want to bring to a closure. The chapters are and have been written. For those who read the Bonfires of the Heart, many of the beings in my stories are related. They will live in my future universe, their lives, loves and adventures. Happy Holidays. By the way, poor Draco...lol, you will see.
Draco's Nightmare or Silence is Golden
Days later Draco was convinced what happened next was a nightmare, was it?
"Be careful what you think around my Papa. Ah, thanks for protecting me with your father." Hermione warned Draco on their way to see her grandfather.
"Don't thank me for doing what is right. If he weren't my father, I would have hurt him. Why be careful?"
"Because he can hear your thoughts. We are here, Shh."
They were outside the visitors' room, there were several guards standing around, giant size, but not as big as the giant that stood up when they entered. Draco thought he was around his mid-thirties. He couldn't be…
"I can and I am, punny mortal."
Draco realized he had read his mind.
"Draco remember what I," Hermione stopped in mid sentence.
Hermione stood looking past her Papa. "You are dead, Daddy?" She sounded very young.
Draco followed her eyes, a Muggle?
"Not quite," the Muggle answered.
Hermione looked puzzled, her grandfather smirked, "No, he is not your dad. He was 'killed,' you know, killed here. He is your uncle, and well, also your father. He can explain later."
Her uncle looked expectantly. "I am Erik's twin brother. I will tell you later. As he said I am also your biological father, half of it. I've been waiting all my life for this moment." He opened his arms.
Hermione was in a state of turmoil, nevertheless, she let her uncle hold her tight.
His happiness is apparent, but he looks maybe mid-twenties, Draco thought, he was very confused.
Her grandfather roared. "Everyone leave the room," he meant the guards. Dracosaw something that made him very afraid; something that wasn't human, he was about to faint.
"What is going on? Young mortal, have you defiled my sweet, perfect baby? Your mother and father are carrion, but you? I had hopes. Is taken us days to find this place. Too bad, I'd hoped you would had respected my baby." He roared again.
Who was this thing? He feared for his life. An avenging something. Not ugly but very scary. A dark angel creature, not even that.
He was being pulled just with one finger, Hermione begged, "Papa, don't, he didn't hurt me."
"He made you cry, called you dirty, you, a princess, he isn't worth it. You are a jewel walking amongst them. No wonder my brethren laugh behind my back. They cannot talk to me without snickering. They would never let one of our priceless females run free." He paused to control his wicked temper.
"It is my fault. Your mother and you are my weakness. To my distress, you are both beings of the light, hmm, mostly, with a strong streak of naughtiness, and delicate as fine glass, just my luck."
The large 'hand" touched Draco's head. He dragged Drago just no sure if he had hands, a larger roar was heard. Gods, he was the devil.
"Didn't I tell you that these beings cannot be saved? They are like the ones without magic. The evil old wizard, it is his fault. I told your parents to stop you. We tampered your power so my enemies can't find you; but you refused guardians. Now, the fop he calls father, an agent of discord and false pride, calls you dirt. I saw inside him, Mudblood indeed." He made a horrible inhuman sound.
"Young Mortal, we have been since the start called darkness, but we aren't. We fight darkness and protect portals into the underworld. We safeguard entire universes along with the agents who live in the light."
He looked unhappy, and Hermione looked at Wilbur. Both had to control their laughter well knowing who was her Papa's love. The one had his only baby and left her at his doorstep. The only one ever to turn him down.
She didn't want her brethren to know of her lover, the king of the others. A most feared warrior, famous for his dark moods and fierceness. He had refused other lovers, pining for her.
They said that she was always inquiring about him, and her brethren knew exactly what she had done. Some said that she occasionally came to look at her child and grandchild, but always disguised. Hermione disliked her for abandoning her mom who still wished for her mommy
"Cut it out, the devil, fool, I fight the the devil as well, I hope you never see the asshole."
After brooding, he looked at Hermione, "Baby, I know you have thrown a web of deception. You, yes you young female, you are hiding something, sooner or later I will find out. What happened here? Something bad...
His nose flared. His eyes were fixed on Draco. "WHAT?"
Everyone covered their ears, the boom deafened them. A disembodied hand ripped a pouch from inside Draco's robe.
"NO! " His voice boomed louder, on his hand he had a bloodied linen square."Foolish boy, her virginal blood. AAGHHHH!"
She blushed, her uncle-father looked stunned. Wilbur dressed in regalia, still human, for now, shook his head and lowered it. He didn't like killing, only when necessary in battle, and, regretfully, the boy was dead.
"Err, sir, I collected to protect the Manor."
"No imbecile, the blood will bring beings out of a nightmare, all wanting to steal it, and wanting to take her. They will kill half of the surrounding population."
Draco wanted to wake up from this nightmare. It wasn't over yet.
"True, your manor would be a fortress. Well, maybe I will save it for a home for the two of you, one protected. Your father better change, or he might end up in a nasty place. I've seen some of them. "
He thought for a few seconds, "Your mother, well she is consorting with her dead sister and her demon husband. She is playing with fire."
Hermione was crying, her 'uncle' father-whoever held her, and she allowed it. He sat her on his lap. He felt just like her daddy. His kiss, his smell, "Daddy?"
"I retain his essence and memories, he was generous and forgave me. I wanted you to know me." He whispered. "You know that he is not really 'dead' but dead here; his human body was destroyed to pieces. You can see him later, when you reach maturity. Your mother stays here because of you and misses him too. I will go with her later on."
"I know, but I miss him so much. It is my fault, Death Eaters killed him."
"No, it isn't, he was walking without guards. I will be here, we are the same, exactly, a replica of sorts." He was still whispering. "I betrayed him. I said I wouldn't touch your Mom the first year, it was his right. I lied and tricked her. it was wrong but she got pregnant, and I wanted you to be my daughter as well. He was too angry and sent me away, he is the king and has the right." He looked very sad.
"By the way I am only one-eight Muggle as you call humans, too Muggle for your father I guess, he looked at Draco. We pass for humans, we even fooled your Mommy and your Papa. Does your young husband know how you look?"
Draco asked "Are you different?" He asked Hermione.
"Yes, but not like him." She pointed at her Papa.
After negotiations on what to do since Hermione wanted to stay for now, they reach a consensus. At the end she agreed to four guards, they would wait for the baby. And then, Hermione would agree to maybe relocate.
"Sorry, I know how much, you loved your boys." Her grandfather told her.
Wilbur added, "Your friends are fine. His brother gave them the potion I sent, and all are impotent for a year. Enough time to get them."
"My baby, you need to think, about the child. I will stay and help, but what about him?" Her father pointed at Draco.
Suddenly the room was filled with guards, Draco counted ten of the giants.
Draco couldn't believe his eyes, the room was full. Once they located the house, walls wouldn't stop them. They went thru the walls as if the walls were shadows.
Her grandfather still was trying to figure out what she was hiding, "You, if you hurt her even a little, you will never see her again. We have always catered to her wild ideas; but she is hiding something that happened here. She placed blocks everywhere. If anyone physically hurt or has hurt her, everyone needs to fear." He sat holding his chin, making Draco want to run.
Hermione had it. "No deaths, I won't forgive you. So you quit this investigation, it was his aunt. Check with your brothers, they had a spy that told them."
"What happened, tell me, or it will be worse." Her grandfather insisted.
"Find out from them; do it later and cool off." Hermione was shaking.
"Why, did you get hurt?" The grandfather sounded suspicious.
Hermione started to cry, afraid for everyone.
"No darling, no my sweet baby, no tears," her Papa was getting distressed.
"I am afraid of your rage. Which is the reason that nobody wants you to know."
Draco decided to tell them, maybe he would be forgiving, bad idea. He should have remembered the old adage, 'Silence is Golden.'
"My crazy aunt tortured her, first by cutting her," he started.
"No, no don't tell them. I know them, please." Hermione was frantic and tried to block him; but her grandfather had warded Draco.
After he said the word 'cut,' murmurs started all over the room.
Draco was on a roll, "Then my aunt did other things; bad ones, Hermione's screams made me cry. Her friends were all going crazy. But that wasn't all. She tortured Hermione some more and then cursed her with several Crucios. Blood was coming out her."
Athough It was obvious that Draco was reliving the times, it was too bad his mouth kept running. It was like watching a train derail into a chasm.
"Nobody did anything to stop her. Sadly, we we all afraid to be fed to the snake. My father was so angry when she was screaming and bleeding that he changed to the light. I left that day."
There, it was out, Draco felt drained.
The sounds that he heard made him fear for his life, "NOOOOO," her papa roared.
Her uncle-father sat on the ground and put his head between his hands, he was no longer human; he was enraged. Making sounds that chilled Draco's blood. He had raven colored wings, strange looking ones.
Wilbur didn't know what he wanted to do, other than start killing. Thinking of the beauty being tortured made him angry beyond words. He dropped his disguise, he was in killing mode.
Her papa was was so enraged that Draco saw him in his true real form and nearly blacked out. The other was only a preview. He wasn't ugly, but beautiful and terrifying. His baby would look like that, or like that father of hers?
"No fool, your baby will look human while in this world. Are you sorry?" Her Papa asked.
"More than sorry. I refused to stay with them, it was awful she was sick. I cried every day for over a year."
"Papa, Papa, let it go," Hermione begged.
'No, this entire world needs to be erased." Most agreed with him, her father was one of them.
"Young human, do you know who is she?"
His father's brother just cried, he was mostly peaceful, but he was about to erase the sorry bunch, himself. They were all beings of great power. "They hurt you, how could they? My poor baby, my baby." He kept repeating. He was back to looking like a human.
All the guards were making awful angry sounds. The idea that someone had touched her, made them want to kill.
Draco was getting sick, who were these beings? Maybe he didn't want to know. This couldn't be real, he was almost certain that he was asleep.
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A/n one more chapter after this. This was the story of what happened before the first chapter that I wrote as a 100 word drabble.