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Powerful Dreams

The next morning Hermione awoke feeling a bit of pain in her abdomen. She let out a short low moan that made Macnair who sat sleeping in the chair sit up.

"Is something wrong?" he asked groggily making Hermione open her eyes. She looked up and saw Macnair standing next to her bed his face clearly concerned but probably not for her but for himself if she was hurt again.

"Just pain in my stomach." She said softly gritting her teeth at another sharp pain.

"I'll be right back. Don't move or you'll make it worse." He said and vanished from her line of vision.

Hermione lay there wishing she wasn't there but back in Grimmauld Place with her friends or at Hogwarts. She wished that she wasn't in pain and didn't have to rely on the Death Eaters and Voldemort to make it go away. She wanted to sleep again for when she was asleep she was taken away from that room and all those horrible people to a place where nothing seemed to touch her. She was happy in that place, something she knew she wouldn't feel for a long while.

"Granger." Said the familiar voice of Malfoy. Her eyes opened to slits and she saw him by her side. He was holding the familiar vile with the liquid that would ease her pain within.

"Malfoy." She said as he popped the cork off the vile. She couldn't move however so he picked up her head and poured in the liquid.

He laid her head back down on the pillow as Voldemort entered the room. He walked over and stood by Draco's shoulder looking down on Hermione. He saw her flushed cheeks, and the sweat beads forming on her forehead. Someone was doing it again. Someone was attempting to kill the Mudblood.

He waved his wand using all his power to disconnect the spell being performed on the Mudblood. It was easy enough for him, which caused him to believe that whoever was doing this was not a very strong wizard. He then waved his wand over her.

"Step back Draco." Voldemort instructed. Hermione grew nervous. She would much rather have Malfoy standing beside her than Voldemort.

Draco did as he was told watching beside Macnair as his master began to chant. He spoke what seemed to be a whole different language. His muttered words were strange and the wand movements that he performed were complicated. But as he spoke Draco could feel the energy that was being drawn to him from everywhere.

Voldemort's words grew louder and louder as his movements grew more and more rigid. A ball of golden light had formed just above Granger where the wand moved. It grew larger and larger with every sweep. But just as Draco thought it could get no larger, Voldemort stopped speaking. With his wand he guided the golden ball down toward Granger where it seeped into her skin and spread out.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked her voice low and soft.

"I performed an ancient form of magic. I gathered energy from the world around us, and added it to my own power. By seeping into your skin it will guard you against spells. The only one able to perform and magic against you is myself. Whoever was harming you will no longer be able to do so."

"My Lord why didn't you perform this sooner?" Draco asked.

"It is a very dangerous form of magic. It could easily have killed her, but upon entering the room a few minutes ago I sensed that this girl was strong enough to take the power that is now within her."

Hermione lay there for a moment; she felt the pain in her stomach slowly subsiding. But she realized that she was numb again from the potion. She wouldn't know if the spell had worked until the potion wore off. She opened her eyes all the way and looked up at the three men at her bedside. Her eyes however locked with one.

"Rest now." He said and turned away. Hermione blinked and laid her head back down. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep as Draco Macnair and their master moved away from the bed.

"The potion will wear off by lunch time. When that happens allow her to leave her room. She cant go very far because I'm linked to her power. I'll know if she leaves and I can make her come back." Voldemort said looking over at Hermione. He gave a small twisted smile. "I have big plans now that I can control this wild one."

Draco watched as Voldemort left the room calling Macnair after him. Draco turned to the girl behind him, sleeping as if there was nothing to fear in the world. She was so peaceful though Draco knew that the Dark Lord's immense power coursed through her. It was in her veins pumping through all her vital organs, in every nook and cranny of her body.

She was no longer just a Mudblood. She was soon to be much more than that. But before the wedding even happened she was more. She had brains and her own power that was strong. She had willpower along with magical power that kept her strong when any normal girl would be sobbing. And now she possessed this great power within her that would make her seem unbeatable.

Draco collapsed into the chair feeling tired, though he'd had a good night's sleep. He hated being the one always left to watch over her. He hadn't seen his friends in days because he had to sit and watch her. He had to make sure that she didn't escape and no one got in and nothing happened to her. He had to be there when she woke up to take her out. He was becoming annoyed with it. He was beginning to wish that they were married, for once they were he could do what he wanted again.

He wouldn't have to take care of her because she wouldn't have a wand. There would also be no where for her to run. She would be stuck there. He smiled at the thought as he sat back in the chair.

He caught a look at the Daily Prophet from the day before sitting on the floor next to the chair. Granger's picture was on it staring back at him. She looked happy standing there in the picture obviously taken a year or so before. Now she looked nothing like that picture. Her hair was a bit shorter and less bushy. Her eyes were not as bright as in the picture. They instead seemed dull with having seen so much in such a short time. She Potter and Weasley had seen more than their fair share of death and carnage since they started at Hogwarts. They'd been fighting evil before they'd even learned any of the hard spells.

Draco remembered in first year how she was so annoying, even to Potter and Weasley. They hadn't been friends originally he remembered that. But then one day he saw them walking the halls their heads close together locked in a conversation. It surprised him. Weasley had been saying some pretty terrible things to her, things that had he not been Weasley would have made him want to befriend Ron. But the next day they were like peas in a pod. It had made no sense.

Second year he had begun his real torture throwing out Mudblood. He hadn't called her that before and he would always remember when Weasley tried to stick up for her and how it had backfired completely. It had been the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen when Weasley flew back ten feet landing on his back. Draco had laughed so hard when Weasley suddenly began to spew slugs.

The rest of the years fell along the same lines. Draco spent his year torturing them while they foiled another one of the Dark Lord's plans. It was beginning to become a tradition, which Draco was perfectly happy with, until last year that is when he was forced to become personally involved with the destruction. He hadn't wanted to do it. But he was being forced and threatened.

All this traveling down memory lane left Draco a little groggy. He thought nothing of taking a short nap in the chair until Granger woke. So letting his eyes close he drifted off to sleep. It wasn't long until a dream was surfacing in his mind, one that he wouldn't soon forget.

Draco was sitting at a table; it was a large dark wood table polished to perfection. He could see his handsome face reflected in it. He looked older but not much as he looked. His hair had grown out a bit and he was about to reach up and touch it when a feminine hand reached forward and lightly pushed the hair out of his face.

He turned around catching the hand. He saw that it was Granger. But she looked different as well. Her hair was extremely different now. It was much less bushy but instead was almost straight only a wave running through it. Her skin was tanner and her eyes were bright as they stared into his own. She was smiling at him, smiling.

Her posture was different as well. She was standing there like she was proud. She didn't pull away from his grasp but instead moved his hand up to caress his cheek softly. He was startled at the touch. It was so delicate unlike anything he would have expected from her.

"Good morning darling." She cooed in a sweet voice. She moved closer to Draco who sat with his mouth slightly parted at her attitude towards him.

"Good morning." He responded his voice a mixture of confusion and surprise.

She stood beside him for only a moment before seating herself right in his lap. Her arms slid slowly about his neck her fingers intertwining themselves in his hair, something that drove him crazy. He loved when a girl ran her fingers through his hair. But Draco tried to fight the urge to kiss her so that he could inquire what on earth was going on.

"I'm so glad you're home Draco." Granger said hugging him closely. Her head rested lightly on his chest. She smelled of baby powder.

She lifted her head and leaned in to kiss him but he jumped up. Luckily she was paying attention for she got up before he could knock her to the floor. She stared at him like he was the crazy one as he stared at her with wide eyes.

"What they hell are you doing Granger?" he demanded.

It was her turn to become angry. Her eyes narrowed and Draco was surprised to see how quickly the smile was wiped from her face. She glared at him her mouth becoming a tight thin line. Her hands balled into fists that slammed into her hips as she stood before him.

"How dare you call me by my maiden name Draco Malfoy. You know how much it hurt me to hear you say it that way." She said in a dangerously low voice.

"What do you mean? We're married?" he said for some reason not understanding at all. It made perfect sense but at the same time was horribly confusing.

"Of course we're married. We have been for almost two years." She said, her expression changing again like it was nothing more than a clock changing the hour. She now seemed concerned.

"Two years." He said breathless. "But what about Potter and Weasley? I would have thought they rescued you."

"You don't remember anything do you Draco. Maybe you should lie down. You seem-"

"What happened to them." Draco demanded for he could tell that she was trying to avoid the subject.

"I don't want to cause a fight." She said softly turning away but Draco grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.

"What happened to them." He said in a low voice that told her she should speak or no good would come of it.

"You don't remember how they came to base. How they attempted to kill Voldemort?"

"Explain."

"They found the base and arrived unexpected one afternoon with aurors and wizards ready to fight. They were looking for me. Of course I was upstairs with you and Voldemort. He ordered you to go out and fight so you obeyed but he told me to stay."

"You were determined to find them and kill them. You had always said that if they ever came to the base that you wanted to take on both of them alone with no help. Well Voldemort granted your wish and sent you out. But something happened." She said turning and sitting in a chair. He took his seat again all the while watching her. She seemed almost like she was indifferent to the fact that he had wanted to kill both Harry and Ron.

"They broke through and ended up in the room where Voldemort and I were. They started throwing spell after spell at him while I just hid. Weasley saw me and came over. He got me out of the line of fire and over to where Potter stood. The three of us were together in the doorway of the room. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I grabbed Weasley's wand and killed him. Then before Potter even realized I killed him as well. When you found out you were so furious with me. You said that you had wanted them. I'm sorry Draco but I couldn't let them kill Voldemort."

"You killed them! You killed your best friends? How could you do that? I thought you three were inseparable?" Draco was frantic. This was not Granger. This couldn't be Granger, not the same one that had spent the first fix years with Potter and Weasley.

"They were not my friends Draco. Not after I realized I was fighting for the losing side. I did the right thing. I protected myself and my cause." She said unhappily. "And look what my killing them has gotten us."

She raised her hands to signal to everything around him. The room his was in was filled with wonderful things and rich fabrics and rugs. But it reminded him of the Malfoy Manor that he'd grown up in. Dark and dreary.

"It brought us this house, it brought us everything that we have." She said softly. As she spoke he heard the sound of feet running up the corridor just outside the doorway. His head swiveled around and the most amazing sight greeted him.

A boy of maybe two stood in the doorway of the room. He was wearing black pants and a green T-shirt. His hair was blond like Draco's but his eyes were brown like Hermione's. His cheeks were rosy from running and his eyes were bright as they fell upon Draco.

"Daddy!" he screamed and rushed over to Draco. Draco caught the boy as he jumped into his lap. He through his arms about Draco's neck hugging tightly. Draco turned and looked at Granger who was smiling at the boy.

"Damion darling let Daddy breath." She said trying to stifle a giggle.

"Daddy you home." Said the boy in a happy shout. He looked just like Draco but the eyes were hers. Draco could feel his eyes widening.

"I'm sorry miss but," said a voice from the doorway. Draco looked up and saw a woman in her mid sixties holding a child in her arms. The child could be no older than nine or ten months. It had blonde hair just like little Damion but his eyes were blue like Draco's. "I'm so sorry my Lord. I didn't realize that you were home."

Draco turned to Granger who was holding Damion now. "My Lord?" he asked in a whisper.

"Yes Draco. You've taken Voldemort's place. You're now the Dark Lord."

"Malfoy!" shouted a female voice from somewhere in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw that Granger was sitting up in bed. She was staring at him almost like he'd just shouted at her.

"What happened?" he asked sitting up straight.

"You were mumbling in your sleep. I've been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes." She said. "I even tried throwing a pillow but I missed."

He looked and saw some five feet away from the chair her pillow. He stood and picked up the pillow. He took it over to her where she had now swung her legs over the side of the bed. She looked so small in that huge bed, almost like a little girl. Her feet dangled a foot or so above the floor her hands stuck beneath her knees. She seemed a bit embarrassed to be sitting there in her pajamas.

"What were you dreaming about?" she asked when he stepped back slightly. She was nothing like the Hermione Granger from his dream yet he couldn't help but be a little uneasy around her. He thought at any second she would jump up and try to kiss him.

"Nothing." He said calmly. "We need to find you clothes. The Dark Lord said that you can leave the room if you want to."

"He's going to let me walk about freely?" she asked surprised.

"You won't be able to escape. You probably heard all the things he said earlier."

"No. I couldn't hear you." She said staring at his eyes, which tried to look everywhere, but at her. Something told her that whatever he dreamed she had something to do with it.

"He can control you. He can make sure you don't leave because now that part of his powers inside you he is able to control you. You're connected."

'He must have had control of her in the dream too. He told her that she was on our side and to kill Potter and Weasley.' Draco realized. 'Thing's have changed now. I'll have to keep that in mind.'

"Control me. No. He can't control me. No one can control me but me." She said defiantly but he could tell that she knew he was right. She was just proud and didn't want to admit she was defeated.

"Wait here while I get you something to wear." Draco said turning around. He walked from the room not bothering to close the door.

He was outside the Dark Lord's door when he saw from the corner of his eye Granger poke her head out her door. He kept his eyes ahead and knocked but a smirk spread on his face. The door opened and Draco entered wondering what Granger would do while he was in there.

"My Lord Granger needs clothes to wear." Draco said after Voldemort asked what was wrong.

He waved his wand lazily.

"There should be enough clothes in her closet to clothe her for her entire life now Draco. Remember that she's to be your wife, so be respectful to her. I'll know if she's upset."

"Yes my Lord. I'll try but sometimes we argue over nothing at all. It's like that's the only way we'll communicate."

Voldemort just stared at Draco for a moment before waving him away. Draco retreated to the door and bowed before opening it. He entered the hallway only to see Granger standing before a portrait. She was examining it as if she'd never seen one before.

"There are clothes in your closet. I suggest you wear something nice, you never know who might come across you in this manor." Draco said approaching the girl.

For some reason every time he saw her she resembled a small child. He saw the faces of those two little boys from his dream in her as well, but only slightly. Maybe that's what made her seem like a lost little girl in a new place.

She turned and walked back into the room and over toward the closet. Draco was surprised when she didn't close the door in his face. He stepped into the room and watched as she opened the door to the closet. She entered and disappeared from his view. After a few minutes she emerged carrying a mass of white. She hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Draco heard the sound of running water. He knew she would take a shower so he sat down to wait for her to get out. As he sat he kept replaying the last bit of the dream in his head. It was so strange to think that he had become the next Dark Lord. But what stood out the most in his mind was the image of the little boy, his son, sitting in his lap smiling up at him. The chubby little red cheeks and the shimmering brown eyes. The picture of that child stuck in his mind as he waited for Granger to get out of the bathroom.

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