Still I Look to Find a Reason To Believe
Chapter Two
"We will bring her filthy mudblood self to you, my lord. We will not fail." Lucius Malfoy promised, kneeling in front of his lord. The many Death Eaters nodded after Malfoy, kneeling in front of the man that was responsible for the death of over a million witches and wizards in England.
"Right you are, Lucius." Their master hissed, "For if you do fail it won't just be your son facing death. (A/N: Draco will not die. I don't plan him to, you'll see what the facing death thing is.)Go, now. And do not return until you bring me the mud blood alive!" Lucius Malfoy was one of the first Death Eaters to apparate. He was shortly followed by the other scared cries of his fellow Death Eaters.
Hermione continued rocking her little girl back and forth while humming a soft tune she knew only to well. Dakota had had another nightmare, and she was drifting off into a peaceful sleep as her mother rocked her the same was her father rocked her mother to sleep.
"Shh," Hermione would say every so often to Dakota. She had gotten used to rocking Dakota to sleep, as she did so every night. She'd rock her daughter to sleep every few hours because of her horrid night mares. Even though Dakota was a little big to still be carried and held in her mother's arms, Hermione never once thought she shouldn't. Hermione never once thought there was a good reason not to hold her daughter when she was scared, or carry around her three-year-old when she needed to be carried around.
She was able to do what she wanted. Hermione did these things often, as her daughter had many night mares. Hermione knew to well that her daughter's dreams were not night mares. They were premonitions. Dakota had some how received the power to see the future. In her dreams she saw killing, torturing and the unfortunate people that live through it.
The Death Eaters and the Dark Lord had yet to strike the abandoned town in which Hermione and her daughter lived. Even though they hadn't been physically tortures by the Death Eaters they have been tortured. Hermione has no money, no food, no furniture and barely a house left. She is constantly starving herself so her little girl can eat.
For almost four years, since the war started, the whole world gone poor. There were no jobs and no money. If you weren't a pureblood, you weren't anything. Even the other wizards, like half-bloods and muggleborns weren't treated with any respect or given anything.
All of the children Hermione met at Hogwarts were dead or in hiding. Hermione doesn't know what happen to them, not even Harry and Ron. They had separated after Hermione found out she was pregnant. The last Hermione heard was Ron was head of the order, now. He was leading the rest of the members.
There weren't any old members. No Dumbledore, McGonagall, no Snape, or Lupin. There wasn't anyone. They had die in battles of the war. The only people in the order, now, was those who survived the attack on Hogwarts. Over two thousand students were killed instantly that night, five hundred students faced slow and painful deaths, and the rest were on their own.
Hermione sang softly to the small girl. And everything was peaceful until many Death Eaters apparated in front and surrounded Hermione and Dakota. Hermione held Dakota closer to herself as she was struck with fear. There here. She knew they would come.
'Oh,no.' Hermione thought. They had finally come for her and her daughter. They had come for her and the little girl with gray eyes. 'Just like daddy's.'
A/N: I know how long it has been since I updated. I want you to know I never will abandon any story I have here. Please review and tell me what you think.
This just describes what has been happening during the war. More stuff about the actual characters will be in the next chapter. The next chapter, or the chapter after that will take place a year later, but it will have flashbacks (Hermione's) on what happen after the death eaters came. You should be able to meet Dakota a bit. I don't want to focus mostly on her. It is a Draco/Hermione fic, but people sometimes get carried away with the children in their fics.
About the whole death thing, it will be described in the next chapter. Any Death Eater who goes to Lord Voldemort's special room must complete a task, set by Voldemort, successfully, to prove he/she is worthy of keeping alive.