(A/N) Long Long chapter. I want reviews. the sadness is from my grandma. She isn't eating and I'm scared she doesn't have much time letf. She can't even eat hard food :( it makes me want to cry. Thanx to my few reviews and the One person how wished me luck on seeing my grandma. She lives in Canada so I only c her once in a while.
Chapter 3 --- Kill or be killed
Draco stood there stunned for a while.
Did Hermione just open up to me. Wait a minute, is all that true. No it can't be. But could she make all that up? Do I tell the Dark Lord what she told me to tell him? No, not unless he asked, I mean why bother? What could she do? Start a one person army. Draco thought, and chuckled rather bitterly at the last thought.
Could all that really be true? He mused over the thought. Well that would explain why she's so depressed, she blames herself for the loss of all those lives , the good side losing the war, and not to mention her best friends death.
He had been standing in the exact same spot for half an hour, it was now 1am. But his thoughts kept going.
That poor unfortunate soul (yeah that's a song I no) she looks so miserable. Wait what the hell did I just think? Poor Granger? Poor mudblood? She the reason my father criticized me throughout my whole school life. "The mudblood beat you in class again, Draco, You're a shame to the family." she the reason my father used to say that to me...and I'm feeling sorry her. Have I gone soft?
Draco shook his head to clear his thoughts. He started to walk to a safe apperrating spot (sry bout spelling). His final thought before he apperrated back to the flat (apartment) he lived in was,
I wonder where she lives?
Mean while Hermione was crying in a large empty mansion. It was hidden by mass amounts of spells and was pretty much undetectable. You all probably know it as 12 Grimwald place. Black Manner. Hermione was actually quite rich. Even though she didn't bye anything expensive, or basically anything at all she was.
She inherited the entire Black fortune, curtsy of Harry, the Potter fortune, also from Harry, and the new found Weasly fortune, and I mean Fred and Georges money and their joke shop, their merchandise and 12 Grimwald place, the Burrow, plus all her parents money and their house, plus basically anyone in the order, which included most of the Hogwarts staff and Auras, it technically wasn't left to her in the wills, but the Gringots goblins gave it to her. With all their families and friends dead who else would come claim it, Voldemort?
And she just took the houses. But she never really used them. She didn't go the Weasly's Wizard Wizbangs, she let a manager take over. Sometimes she would try to think up funny joke ideas, but in her new depressing life, Hermione couldn't find anything to laugh at.
She wondered, What will happen to me? Will I just sit and rot away in a hidden mansion where the shadows of my past haunt me? (fyi, the scene reminded me of a song, "Empty Chairs and Empty Tables" from Les Miserable...i'm a theater freak so i'll randomly add in the songs the scene remined me of :) !!!)
And Draco, did I really send him to give Voldemort a message that will probably end in my death? God I feel stupid. I guess I just crave advernture, or human company. At that moment Hermione's ginger cat, Crookshanks jumped in to her lap. SH epetted him absent-mindedly. What has my life become? Empty days, sleepless night. How could they all leave me? Why didn't I die wish them? Now I almost wish I did.
The Next Morning
Draco woke up and checked the clock.
"Shit, I'm going to be late!" He muttered pulling on black pants and a black shirt.
He pulled on his robes and ran to the door. "I am so dead." He exclaimed looking at his watch. He was on his way to a Death Eater meeting.
Ever with Harry Potter dead, Voldemort didn't run the world. He ran most England (the wizarding part). The minestry existed but Voldemort passed laws, Death Eaters patroled the streets cursing. Muggle borns weren't safe. Muggle in the rest on England were in danger and didn't even know it. To top it off, Voldemort wanted to take over the wizarding parts, Russia, France, Germany, Spain. he wan't to run the Government, create his own "ministry of magic" , pretty much be an all powerful dictator.
The ministry was in shambles. The minister didn't know what to do. Everything was under total lock down. Kids didn't go to school, people didn't go oout of their houses other than to work.
People were dieing and being tortured. Chaos!!! Voldemort was king, the was no going back ("We've Reached the Point of no return" from Phantom of the Opera. Another song yay, I'm trying to add some happiness)
The closest safe apperrating spot was a 3 blocks away. Dracochecked his watch he had exactly two minute to get to the meeting.
Screw it! He thought and apperrated on the spot.
Hermione had fallen back to sleep stroking Crookshanks. Well not sleep per-say, more like back in to her night-mares.
She had dredded going to sleep since the final battle. Her dreams were filled with haunting faces of all those she had lost. She saw everyone die again and again. She saw her parents being tortured. She heard there screams. She remember the split second she let down the walls of Harry's mind and Voldemort used legatamy and Harry's pause in suprise to kill him.
It was just as Draco had thought, she blamed herself for the outcome of the final battle. She blamed herself for letting Voldemort take over (she didn't really "let" him but you understand.) She blamed herself for Harry's death, all the deaths of innoccent now that the magical part of Elngland was under Voldemorts rule.
She blamed herself for not being able to find and dystroy all the horcruxes. She blamed herself for her parents death, if she hadn't been a witch they would be alive. She blamed herself for the "light" side losing the war.
Hermione Grander had become a broken, miserable, depressed, seen-to-much-death, lost-too-many-people, worn-out, tired, and hopeless person. And she was only 18.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief as he made it to the meeting on time. He couldn't afford to be late. The Dark Lord was merciless, cruel and evil...in short deadly.
He reached Voldemorts throne and bent down before it.
"Master." He said not looking up. It was one of the unspoken rules. The Dark Lord is better than you, you aren't fit to wipe his shoes, don't look him in the eye unless he wishes you to, keep your distance, he is always right, blame yourself for everything that goes wrong, it can't be His wrong, only yours, and bow, a lot.
"You are early Young Malfoy." Voldemort obsevered, his voice was like frozen fire; cold, cruel, emotionless, but ready to burst in to angry flames at any moment. Ready to burn you.
"Yes, my lord, I hope it is no inconvinience for you." Draco replied, still not looking up.
"You may stand, Draco." The dark lord replied, that was all he needed to say. If he wasn't angry you were in luck. It meant you wouldn't be the one under the curiciartus curse at the end of the day, with people laughing and placing bets on how long you could last with out screaming.
Draco nodded. "Yes, my lord." He stood up and backed away. Another silent rule, you may not breathe the Dark Lords air wihth out perrmision to do so.
"Now young Malfoy, do you have news for me?" VOldemort asked and starred in to Draco's eyes in order to proform legetamy.
Draco gave the basic report of all that was going on, like prefects, but evil, it was the deatheaters job to patrole villages, torture some people, humiliate and kill muggle borns, and report back.
Draco only patroled, he did snear, same horrible things to people, and humiliate people, but he never physicaly hurt some one.
Well there was that one muggle born lover who had punched him earlier that week. He just punched back, knocking the guy out. What can I say quidditch makespeople strong.
"Malfoy." Voldemort said in a dangerous commanding tone. "There is something else you are neglecting to tell me. It is making me quite angry. What is it." (NO I did not forget a question markand put a period.; it wasn't a question, it was a command).
Draco thought back to the events of that week and realized that it was Hermione he was talking about. That was the part of his brain Voldemort was peeking in to.
"Oh, yes my lord." raco started and Voldemort smiled. "I thought it was of no relevance, just a funny thing, but you are right. I'm sorry that I was stupid enough not to tell you. This is completely my fault, I thought it was of no importance. I'm sorry my lord." Draco said kneeling on the floor and bowing his head.
"Young Malfoy, what is this "funny" news you speak of." There was no emotion in the Dark lords vioce as he said this, but like before it was a command, he was in control, no question, he didn't have to order or asked, he didn't have to question, he didn't even need ask for what he wanted. If he needed to request something you were as good as dead. He didn't need to even give the slightest hint that it was a command. You had to know it always was, a command that if not followed would result in your ultimate demise.
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"Yes, milord. I bumped into the mud-blood Granger, she is alive and...well, not exctly well, more like in a spiraling fase of misery, deppresion, and guilt which is consuming her and --" Draco siad trying to make her sound unimportant.
"She's alive, filthy little mud-blood. Bring her here." the dark lord exlaimed.
"Here, milord, when? now?" Draco stuttered, this was not supposed to happen. He had seen how horrible Hermione felt and didn't want to cause her more pain. Wiat a second, did I just want to not cause pain to Grander? The girl I hate, deeest, and loath with every fiber of my being. I am going soft. Draco thought.
"Yes now. I want her here by this time tomorrow. Tied up naturally, with no wand, she will be a new hostage." Voldemort commanded. "Now go!"
"Yes milord." Draco bowed once more and left.
What could he do. He didn't want to hurt Hermione, but he couldn't figure out why not. So he went be his lord's order's. He always had. He would figure out why he seemed to help Hermione and not save her another time. He was a deatheater, this is what he did.
But Draco didn't really fit as a deatheater. He didn't enjoy other peoples pain. He had to fake laugh as the others howled with mad merciless laughter watching people being tortured. He didn't like torure, he had gotten used to killing. He didn't enjoy it, but it was what he had to do. You don't really have to want to kill someone in able to do it, you had either want it, enjoy it, need it.
Draco needed to kill. It was kill or be killed. He chose to live.
(A/N) Long Long chapter. I want reviews. the sadness is from my grandma. She isn't eating and I'm scared she doesn't have much time letf. She can't even eat hard food :( it makes me want to cry. Thanx to my few reviews and the One person how wished me luck on seeing my grandma. She lives in Canada so I only c her once in a while.
Ur friend the dyslexic bookworm --- sarah !!! R&R it takes long enough to write...I need ideas!!!