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3. Chapter
Flashback
Hermione was sitting in the big library in Malfoy Manor and reading rather fascinating book about Egyptians customs, well it would be fascinating if she wasn't worrying about her idiotic husband. She didn't considered herself as one of those nagging wives that torment their husbands, but she wasn't an idiot.
Sometimes she thought their marriage was like Monet picture. From the publics point, they were young, in love, brilliant and happy. But those who knew them were aware that they were constantly arguing about everything. Differences couldn't be mended even if they did love each other.
"Where is my love?" She could clearly hear her husband as he drunk as a pig returned from one more guy's night. In those moments she hated every guy friend Draco had, even thou most of his male friends were first her friends.
It was true; Gryffindors and Slytherins together throw the best parties ever and Hermione hated those nights. Draco would show up drunk, puke everywhere and harass her. Only problem was that in last few months that happened on a daily basis.
Hermione put a book on a table; took a big breath and went to find her drunken husband. Luckily he wasn't very far from the great hall of Malfoy Manor. Draco was laughing with equally drunken Blaise. They were sitting on a floor without their shirts and trying to sing some stupid little songs.
Hermione felt a big pressure in her chest like something inside was braking. He looked so happy. She didn't know when or why their marriage became shallow of what they used to be.
"It looks like the party was great." She felt that atmosphere went little bit down when they noticed that she was there. In those moments Hermione felt like they saw her as their mother that will give them a speech. Boys looked at each other and started to laugh. "No, but the booze was."
Hermione sat down next to Draco, smiled at him when he lowered his head on her shoulder and muttered something that sounded like "I love you" but maybe her mind wanted that to hear so badly. She smiled and kissed his forehead wet from the sweat. She pointed her wand at them and quietly said: Evanesco!
In a second they started to moan from pain or sickness, used their hands to stop their head from falling and gave her looks full of anger and disbelieve.
They hated that spell. So what, she hated them coming drunk and every feeling that situation created. Hermione got up from the floor and started walking to their bedroom. The house elves will knew what to do. She walked to fast that she didn't even notice a tears on her cheeks. Only thing that she knew and felt was desperation.
End flashback
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It was an old temple; lost in time and space like sleeper in a dream. On its wall was written few thousand years of magical history with many almost scaring details on so many different languages; it seemed that temple's magic was so powerful that it could sense happenings in the world and write it on its wall. In the middle of the room was a sculpture of snake that rose to attack. It was work of art but anyone who saw it, would feel goose bumps on skin even thou weather was warm.
Around the marble sculpture were standing men dressed in white robes with red lining. On their chest was golden circle pendant with silver lines in the middle while unknown markings were pressed in the middle. A simple hood covered their faces and all of they stood in a silence waiting for something or someone.
Music started. It was so quit that few of those men started to think that they are hallucinating, but when sounds started to be stronger they knew that the moment they were waiting for has come.
Those men took each other hand and started to say one word repeating it like it was a part of their prayer. All of them joined in one circle; circle of death.
"Alir! Alir! Alir" They practically started to scream that name all in one voice.
Sculpture started to disappear in front of their eyes and instead of it rays of lights showed up bothering men's eyes but they didn't stop incanting. Slowly but surely rays of lights evaporate and in front off them stood beautiful woman holding her head high with smile on her face.
She was Egyptian with long black hair, full pink lips and white dress that fit her body. Golden bracelet with the same symbol that was on men's pendent was around her slim hand. Alir was what they wanted and fear.
"You called me for one reason only - you want Voldemort to come to life." She moved her head very slowly from left to right and looked deeply in their eyes like she is reading and knowing all of their secrets. "But for that you must bring me the fresh heart of pregnant women so I can drink its blood and then this little group will get a piece of puzzle you want to solve so desperately. She must be killed by the rules of Kiall"
They started at her shocked feeling a disgust knowing that in the end they would do it. Alir moved with grace and danger. After she said what she wanted, her smile was even bigger and then she disappeared in smoke. With disgust they let go off each others hands waiting for their leaders orders.
"We have the book and it shouldn't be a problem to translate what we need for the ritual. Only problem is that we don't know who she is." Worried looks wasn't something fit that little group that managed to escape and proved their innocent even thou they listen every Voldemort's order like it was coming from God.
"Like it is a problem to find pregnant women and kill her. Lady Alir didn't mentioned specifications."
Death eaters looked at each other thinking that their job will be little bit easier. But sometimes not everything is as they think it is.
"But not every pregnant woman, it must be her. So be good, boys and find me the one I want."
They turned around thinking that she is standing near but only thing that was again in its place was sculpture of snake. Death eathers looked at each other feeling only fear.
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I know this chapter is short and I am not too satisfied but it is ok. Update soon. I can't promise that I will update soon. But my next chapter will be longer with more details and finally after few years Hermione and Draco will see each other. I hope that you will press that cute little button and write a review. I would like to thank red24ly, Alexaviera.J.Raven, Boricuamami1987, cosmopolitan for their reviews.
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