Thank you again for continuing to read my story, this one is quite a shocker even to myself sometimes... I mean I try to plan out chapters ahead of time but sometimes ideas pop in that force me to change my plot lines occasionally and my plans are dashed. I do enjoy writing this one very much and have found it is going much further than I originally thought it would. I picked up an old beginning hoping to work something out of it, as you can tell the prologue is a bit more rough than the rest of the chapters, sorry about that, but nothing can be done there, It has to remain to set premises and help to keep from having plot holes I hope. Also lately I've found this new affinity with Tom Felton's musical talents.

BTW as you can tell lately I've given a lot of writing towards the minor characters, well I will continue along with that but for the most part I'm going to back to trying to keep it strictly Draco and Hermione, while I will keep the others in occasionally for relevance and things that must be known.

Disclaimer: J.K. is my hero... unfortunately we aren't really the same person as much as I wished it could be true.

Chapter 9: Dub Thee The Unforgiven

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Fear was instilled in Hermione's heart as she looked into those cold eyes, nothing could be truly more frightening to her at the moment than if she were standing upon the edge of a cliff staring down into the sea. Trying to keep her breathing calm and she leveled her eyes upon a spot just over the man's shoulder. It had never occurred to her what had happened to the boy she had once idolized and was her first real boyfriend, she had heard he had been killed, but maybe that just hadn't been the correct term for it. It was apparent he was still alive or well in a sense he was. His skin was pale almost translucent, yet unlike hers and Draco's it had no sparkle, that did confuse her, because the blood red hue of his eyes confirmed his nature just as those fangs that, wait did his slip down to become fangs? She was positive that she and Draco had theirs permanently on display, perhaps there were things about her kind she wasn't sure about, and just maybe she was in more danger than she had at first led herself to believe going out on her own like this.

His feral smile just emphasized the vibe of evil she was getting from him as she slowly backed away from him trying to see if Valkyrie was still in the room, but the Harpy eagle had taken leave and was gone from sight out into the night sky. Draco came to mind and part of her almost lifted the barrier she had wedged between them in their link, it was her fault she was in this situation and she wasn't about to get balled out after he got her out of it. The vampire as she feared loomed over her, her urge was nothing more than to scream bloody murder but knew that would just antagonize him into acting upon his evil act that more quickly to deal the damage before getting caught. Concentrating on his feet she avoided those hungry eyes that swept her form not only in bloodlust but it's other form as well, she shuddered feeling the intentions he was trying to press into her mind. It was vile and degrading, her fear she knew only enticed him more, all villainous men such as he were driven by the terror they caused to their victims.

Golden eyes inconspicuously swept the room for her wand, hoping she wouldn't have to resort to wandless magic that drained her so much more quickly. The Ether was always a choice but it was hard to control purposely and usually forced her into a magically-induced coma afterwards. "Don't think of fighting me, love. It will only make it worse for you once I win and get to take what I want from you. Little prude, taking a mate when you wouldn't take me. I will destroy you for him, and destroy him in the process, that bastard prince of the Slytherins." He growled as he closed her into a corner, her mind was frozen, for once it had just stopped working, she was a Gryffindor, what the bloody hell was wrong with her?

Taking a deep breath she brought her knee up hard, and straight to that most sensitive part of his being. Knowing as she did that even though a normal human wouldn't have hurt him, her stone like body would definitely cause some pain. He doubled over, and she pressed her hands upon his shoulders to flip over him in one graceful little movement. His back straightened and he turned to her angrier than before, "You shouldn't take us all to be weak little damsels, true Draco protects me like I'm a porcelain doll at a toddler's birthday party, but I can take care of myself to some extent. Accio wand!" The wand she spied setting on the coffee table flew straight into her hand. The man just growled at her, and she moved to where the couch was between them, acting for her as some physical barrier between the reality of her own death and herself. "Trust me, you can't destroy what you did not create. It is my strongest belief, that my gift allows me that much power, for I am Life and, sir, it is you who will return to the void tonight if you continue this fight."

"Oh, so it is you who are his other half, I know Death very well, have even seen some of his work in person. You are the sister he longs to protect, how interesting, you are protected furiously by every man who enters your life, even I was once a protector for you. Potter and Weasley, Malfoy, your father and brother, your adopted father, all face the same fate if they continue to try to protect you, I mean look at Granger he already found his, and so did your true father." all this psychobabble was driving her crazy, she didn't really understand all that he was saying. The man she had once had that puppy love feeling at what seems now a younger age, was truly maniacal. "Little girl, tonight I will give you leave, but trust in this I will return and you as well as your mate shall meet your tragic end." With a bow the man disappeared in a wisp of smoke and a soft pop, and Hermione fell against the couch cushions, bringing her hand to her face she discovered she was crying.

A sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes to let the drops drip freely from her lashes into the fabric of the couch. It was then that his voice filled he head, 'Hermione!!! I'm not far behind, you will stay in our room and do nothing until I come for you. Trust me in this, my wrath is much more light than those you are now in the company of.' Her tears grew in number, it didn't make sense how much better just the sound of his voice made her feel, even when estranged and going through trouble in their relationship, she could still find solace in him and his strength. That is where she stayed that night, tears still fresh on her silken cheeks of alabaster, and that is where she woke from her waking dreams of the Ether to stare gloomily down at the wooden floor, tracing the grain with her eyes.

Raising her head she looked up to find the fireplace green and the face of one of her best friends staring intently at her. "'Mione, I knew I shouldn't have let you go alone... look at you a crying wreck. Will you tell me what is going on? Did you get my letter? I'm worried for you, Draco is a near mess, you should see him now being a petulant child down in the infirmary. He is convinced you'll meet some doom in that place no matter what we try to tell him to calm him down. Twice now Moody has had to restrain him with magic, the man is crazy about you that's for sure. 'Mione, talk to me, you need to talk to someone, and none of the boys will understand, Luna is a prisoner of war, Pansy is still being treated, and Gin is too busy trying to distract herself form this war." Twilight's sage eyes calmed her, she missed her mate, and kept wondering at this brother everyone kept alluding to.

Keeping her eyes trained on those who seemed to love unconditionally, she just let it out, she was like her sister, "Twi! I love him, I love him so fully, that it scares me to think of him with anyone even under that curse. Part of me I guess is scared of this war, we've lost so many already, and he's always out on missions putting himself directly in the line of fire for the enemy. If I lose him, I will die, I can't live without him. Then I wonder, how is it he couldn't fight it off, I mean it was an emotional night but he's the most aware of any mental invasions, even to others. There had to be some underlying lust or passion still existing for Pansy for Bellatrix to use to get to him without his mind noticing. How can I be sure that even though he is my mate, he won't leave me? I can't even be sure that if he did choose another that I would be able to do anything about it, that I would just accept it as long as I was still his mate, still his in some way. I'm scared of what this war is going to do to us all." The small vampire looked at her with such empathy, it was almost as if the girl knew something Hermione didn't, which was very possible with Twi's gift.

"Call to him, Hermione. You need him, I told you once he would come when you called and I tell you again, he will come. You two need to sort this out, you can't runaway forever, it's only a matter of time that he would catch up, you wouldn't be able to hide. I swear on my life the man would go follow you to the end's of the earth and search for you on into eternity if that is what was required. I understand your fears, your thought that you need to punish him in some way, you have tortured his soul enough. The man was a mess on the last mission according to Harry, Draco let Ron take most of the lead. Ron! His mind centers around you, and the fact that you can block the connection as you have for this long shows how strong the tie is. Any weaker and one of you would be in actual serious pain or possibly incapacitated. Please Hermione, hold this against him no longer. I can't stand to see love so strong and with the ability to be together go to such a waste. Blaise isn't with me, i don't know where he is, what he's doing, if he's alright, if he's hurting, anything other than small little flashes of his future, even that is foggy, Luna is messing with it too much for me to get a grip on it all. Just do as I say, call to him, I will release his restraints and he will be there straight away after your call." Twilight's jade eyes turned from her then, tears still in them as the connection dissipated.

Turning away from the fireplace she left the couch, walking through to the bedroom she changed into a simple sundress and cardigan with some flats, then donning Draco's cloak that she had taken she left the small apartment given to them. Passing silently by others who judged her warily, she ignore the icy feeling of being watched and continued out into the courtyard. Finding a gazebo not far from the edges of the surrounding forests, she sat to watch as the sun rose to greet a new day. 'Draco...' that was all she let slip past that tight barrier between them, but she knew it held enough weight that he would come, nothing would stop him from coming. It was time she decided, time for her to deal with her sorrow before he arrived to make it all known aloud.

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Silence, too silent though, was all she heard, she could almost feel it, stagnant in the stale air around her. Moving her foot a bit she accidentally hit a pebble and sent it skittering across the hall towards another alcove on the other side. It was a curious thing, she wasn't sure if that would help or hurt her. Would they think that because the noise ended over there that is where she hid or would they trace it to the direction it came from. This little dilemma was causing her heart to beat rapidly in her chest, she had to practically seal her mouth shut to keep in the panting breaths that wanted to emerge. A little fear never hurt anyone but this was just too much for an old soul like hers, not old in age but in wisdom or prophecy. In her opinion, prophecy aged a soul much more than many other gifts and by now she had dealt with it almost a score of years. Her mind begged and pleaded with the fates that she wold not be found, she wasn't sure what the consequences would be, if they would see how much she knew, if they would torture her, or if truly Blaise held enough sway, enough power over these evil villains that they would not touch her.

Apparition, how she wished she had let Harry teach her. Never once had it occurred to her that she might actually be stuck in an alcove, just waiting for another soft breeze to catch her scent, that would then travel to the stalking werewolf that was searching the corridor she was presently cowering in to find her. No, not even one of her prophecies would have convinced her that this would be possible. Adventure was not her strong suit, she left that to Harry, no she was the guide for them all. Finding the paths they should take, knowing the consequences, and altering any course with the help of Twilight. Her gift was a powerful one and she was not about to bring that to the attention of the Dark, and Fenrir knew enough, christ Lucius knew enough that they both would be able to identify her and possibly her gift. Like she had mentioned, her gift had been hidden, but it couldn't always be that way.

Just so happened that once when they had been fighting off said werewolf and Malfoy, herself, Harry, Ron, and Dean, that she had gotten one of her prophecies. It had been a strong one, one predicting Dean's death at the hands of Fenrir, and she refused to allow that to happen. When her sight returned to her and she looked to Ron and Harry who had seen her freeze up even for that small moment, and they both knew. Yet Dean had not known and had leapt in front of her while inquiring what the bloody hell had been wrong with her. Ron was the one who had let it slip a little too loudly, the boy really needed to learn to control the decibel level of his voice. The words that he had chose were to obvious, he had said she had seen something, and then turned and saw the horror stricken look upon her face, 'Who did you see die, Luna?' He has asked right there in front of their enemies. Both had caught on quickly, much too smart not to, but when nothing had ever come of it they all figured that it was safe, a good sign.

Was she the only logical one besides Hermione, and more often than not Draco? Were the others really that obstinately opaque on such issues? They may not have acted then, but she knew if given the chance at her, such as now, they would not hesitate to find a way to use her power for their master's benefit. Never could she allow old Voldy get his dirty little hands on such a precious and sacred power, if he had it nothing would be able to keep him from escaping his predicted deaths. Suddenly a loud bang from the other end of the hallway sounded, and she stood still as a statue not even daring to breath as she waited and listened. "Fenrir, Lucius... Your Lord is looking for you." It was Blaise's voice, so smooth, so easily taking command, and she waited for the resounding footsteps as the two men who had been looking for her leave farther from her. Finally as she let her breath leave her, a hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her into the light of a torch.

The eyes of a wolf met her own, and she saw from behind him, Lucius as he disillusioned from being Blaise. It had been a trick! "The little prophet comes to play in the dark, eh?"

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Draco struggled against his magical restraints as Moody stood across the room rolling his eyes at the glare the vampire was shooting him, "I'd be scared if I were you old man! If something happens to her, you'll regret it, I'll take you apart piece by piece!" Draco knew Moody was purposefully ignoring his empty threats, because he knew they were just that, empty. Being one of the strongest dark wizards of the age Moody had good reason to fear him, but knew the man he was keeping in a hospital bed respected him more than enough not to kill him. It was Hermione, though, his mate. The one he would walk through hell and back just to keep her safe and happy, he loved her too much he was told, but to him it would never be enough. He couldn't lose her, if this incident with Pansy caused that then he would gladly present himself to Voldemort to accept his sentence of death.

Moody rolled his eyes, "Boy you should know by now that you aren't getting anywhere with death threats and guilt trips, so give it up, we're all tired of your bitching. The sooner you calm down let them treat you, the sooner I'll let you off to your little mate." Moody then turned back to the letters he held in his hands, the Lord of the Malfoy line was definitely a beast to be reckoned with at times.

Madame Pompfrey walked into the room holding two different potions, "Here Serverus just finished these, perfect them to work quickly on your kind. Take them both now and I can release you in less than half an hour." Draco could smell them from his bed, when she stood at the door across the room, they were putrid smelling concoctions. The things he would do for his mate were endless though and so when he nodded his consent to the treatment Moody lifted one of the wrist restraints so that he may administer the potions himself. "Here's the rubber topper and yes they must be ingested by fang." Draco grumbled a bit at her instructions, potions by fang were testy, poisons and blood were easily taken in but some things burnt a bit going down he guessed was what he was trying to say.

The potions were downed in no time and he shook his head a bit against the after effects, potion use on his kind was a new theory Serverus Snape himself had begun testing. They were all experimental and thus not accurately known of all their side affects other than the needed cure it was made to provide. Slowly he felt the few burns on his body begin to heal, and then flex his leg muscles as he felt the restraints disappear from them. "You may go, Malfoy, go find our girl and take care of her like always. Little Princess has more going on than she knows and takes her notions to be headstrong, like all of us bloody Gryffindors. " The old man laughed at himself, and watched as the vampire turned into blur as he sped away from the room, soon to not even be seen by the human eye.

It wasn't long before he had reached the gates and the edge of the apparition barrier, thee cold air fogged as one little red-haired runt stood in his way. "You're going after her then?"

If the boy lost another brain cell he would be legally brain dead, "Of course, I can't let her be there without me. She may hate me, may not want to see me, but she called out to me... that gives me something, right? She is my life, my world. Tell me Weasel, would you not follow Pansy to the ends of this Earth even if she had demanded you away. Did you not jump into a fight early just because to you she was in danger? This is me jumping into Hermione's fight, one I doubt she even knows she's in." Silver met a deep ocean as he continued to stand before him, feet crunching the snow a bit as he kept moving to keep warm. He was a human, pathetically weak compared to his kind, Draco knew he could move him with a flick of the finger or even just go by without him being able to see, summon up a spell before his mortal mind could even process what was happening. Yet still he stood here giving him his chance to talk, to understand, they were like brothers now. By their code they cared in their own ways, Draco gave them time, his attention, his protection, Ron gave them his heart and passion, so Draco stood knowing what to expect.

"I love both of you like family, promise to return alive, or well as alive as you all get anyways. Harry wanted to be here, you know, to see you before it seems we're all split up and across the world on our own missions to end this world. Pansy and I leave for France tomorrow, we're hoping to convince our good friends of Beauxbatons to join us, and any others around wizarding France as well. You know good well how much pull Pans has over there, practically lives there any chance she gets, my wallet is going to take a beating this mission that's for sure. Take care, Drake." Ron smiled and clapped his hand awkwardly on to Draco's shoulder in a meaningful expression of brotherhood, 'Draco...' It was his Hermione, her voice sounded so strained and sorrowful, it filled his heart with lead, he need to go to her now. Draco did the same gesture for Ron then disappeared before the other man's eyes and was out the gate in seconds, needing to get to his mate and not allow the ginger mortal to delay him any longer. Once beyond the barrier he apparated, something no mortal would ever try if their destination was America, continental apparition was dangerous for them, but for an immortal it just felt like sprinting a half a mile. Gracefully he landed with a slight pop in the middle of the Rosencrantz courtyard, the academy loomed gloomily overhead and he grunted at several onlookers that sent them swiftly on their way. In his world they all knew him, a lost prince of their kind it seems.

Trying to decide which direction to go, suddenly a man appeared next to him, dark smoke shrouding his apparition. "I can perform that little spell too, it's highly dramatic in some cases you know, Guildenstern." Draco turned, barely noticing the crunch of dead leaves under his boots, the campus was one where his kind lived, most everything was either extremely beautiful or dead, there was no in-between here. "Where is she? I care nothing for formalities until I know she is safe and at my side, she is my mate, claimed by me." Slowly he watched the others begin to notice them, curiosity was something his kind held in quite copious amounts. Pushing his dark aura outwards he forced them to turn away as he laced it with spells, this was none of their business. Laughter caught at his ears a bit too strongly, none of his kind here usually was that boisterous, they preferred to keep their own company and privately at that. Their lives had been seriously limited since the industrial rise, much like wizards vampires preferred the olden ways of life. His eyes caught on to two human girls being escorted back from the path that led to the small town below by two immortals. One clung to her escort obviously knowing what she was in for, humans were naturally deterred by them, her little friend showed as much of that instinct as she seemed skittish, there were very few mortals that willing searched out his kind for the pleasurable toxin of their life being drained.

"She isn't one who searches us out, she is being pulled in by our other advantage, she is caught by our allure lure." Guildenstern laughed at his own little joke, as Draco shot him a look that said he cared not for such at the moment. The man quickly reigned back in to the matter at hand, "Lord Malfoy, your mate can be found at the top of Malfoy tower."

A glare slipped onto his visage, "That tower is too isolated to leave her alone in, please do tell, did you tell my little kitten it's name and history?" Guildenstern stammered trying to find an answer but the vampire was gone before he could formulate one. Draco appeared at the doors of the apartments that were held at the top of the tower holding his family name, she was so close he could barely breath without breathing her into him, he stopped before he felt as though he was drowning in her. The old oak door creaked as he opened it to find her, sitting on the couch before the fire as if just waiting for him, and he knew that she had known by simply calling for him he would come at pain of death to her.

In a split second something thudded against his chest, something that was obviously not his heart which had ceased it's beating too long ago, the scent of rain and warm vanilla floated up to him and he recognized the feel of his mate against him. Suddenly it felt as though they had been parted for centuries and not merely days, sweeping her into the air he caught her gracefully in his arms cradling her head against his shoulder. "My mate, my love, my Hermione..." Burying his head in her hair, he smelt salt, which meant tears and he lifted to pull her head back so that he might see her face. It was rare for them to be able to cry, but some could, they all varied, it was something he had not explained to his little mate. There were some like him, and others that differed a bit, but all held the basic allelic, as he called them, characters of vampirism. Those being the need for blood, the paling of skin, the loss of need for sleep, the toxin, and several other criteria that mattered little to their necessary functions. "Why do you cry, my kitten?"

"Oh, Draco... Please don't ever allow me to push you away again... I can hardly stand living as such without you near me, the pain- the ache of needing you is so strong... I forgave you before you had even left, it was childish fear that caused me to strike out against you! My mate, my darling, I was so scared... so broken... then you were gone on a mission and so just to spite you and to get away on my own I came here. Against your will." She looked straight into his lustrous eyes that still made her breath catch, she was still in the habit of breathing, most new vampires were. "How could I ever doubt you my silvery dark angel?"

Draco buried his face into her neck and took in deep breaths, before pulling back and relishing in the feel of her letting down the barrier in between them. It was then that he felt the underlying fear, and he pulled back his eyes wide as his mind immediately delved into hers as he simultaneously searched their bond. Nothing made his mate feel fear, whatever had done so would know his vengeance immediately. He then was suddenly reliving the events of last night, skipping over what Guildenstern told her and going straight into when that obnoxious, arrogant evil asshole dared to threaten what was his. Hermione was stock still in his arms, so full of fear he could feel it radiating off of her. His hands slowly tried to calm her, his mind trying ease her back into reality, his aura seeped through their bond to place a protective comforting shell around her. "My mate, my love... look at me. He shall never get near you again, you are mine and I shall always protect you. It will be over the final death of my immortal body that he should ever get to you but even then I shall have others to protect you even beyond the circumstances that I am not able to." His voice soothed her, as she relaxed once again into his chest, he kissed her forehead before walking tot he bed room. "You are weak... it happens to younglings at times, you must rest while I summon Guildenstern and a few of my allies here to discuss the state of your protection. No one threatens my mate, no one threatens a Malfoy, and no one threatens the Lady Hermione Malfoy, the Life of the Ether. "

Her golden eyes stayed warmly upon him, the girl hardly ever went into hysterics and that was something he had always been grateful for, but at times it made it so hard to understand her, if he couldn't read her mind he would be lost for sure. It was only once she was tucked in to the bed and staring out the window that he was sure she would be fine, he was so scared of losing her to her own Void or that of insanity, even now she grew weak it had been such a short time since the change, she was pushing herself. It was probably almost a month before he had been strong enough to be who he was now in the vampiric world. Walking out into the parlor area he headed straight for his private study area and library, on the way infusing silent, wandless magic into his mental abilities to summon those he needed even possibly against their will to come. By the time he had entered the room each man was standing in the room, Draco put on his best signature smirk and walked to the chair behind his deep cheery oak desk. "My dear men, it has been such a long time since I have sat here to converse with all of you... perhaps some of you may know why I am here at all, but I highly doubt any of you know why I called you here." Each man looked curiously to the next, Guildenstern looked particularly peeved to have been summoned as he was. Draco didn't give a mite of care to how any of them felt about being summoned, he was the head as of the moment if any of them resented it or not, his strength was like that of the most ancient of their kind and Draco had hardly been one for a year at best. "I see that I am correct, it is true I am here to recruit our kind to the Light side of our war in the wizarding war, but there is a matter more heinous at hand that I would like to have settled immediately."

The men listened as Draco related the tale of his mate and then of her sudden attack here in his own Malfoy tower, of her fear that forced her into shock and how she was to be protected at all costs and what must be done to put this one threat out as an example of what happened when you went against or meant harm to the Malfoy name or one under its protection. "All of you claim protection under Lord Malfoy's clan, what say you to join me in finding this crude assailant to the Lady Malfoy?"

It had been a dark vampire that had spoken turning to look at the others, if Draco remembered correctly this one was from the time of knights and chivalry, of course he would support protecting a lady. The others were looking around watching the reactions of the other, the fire crackled softly on the west wall, and cool air blew in from a small panel Draco had opened in the window. Finally each made some approval of their acceptance to do as the Lord wanted them to, it was odd for some knowing the young man was far younger than them in his time in their world and yet he could probably kill them all in seconds without a lift of the finger or one spoken word. Draco rested his chin on his clasped hands as his elbows rested on the armrests of his grand chair and his ankles were crossed and propped up onto his desk, just waiting for them all to sort it out on their own before giving any other information. The men were discussing it among themselves while Draco delved into each of their minds, knowing all and any ulterior motives or any red flags, it seemed all these men were clean, but he watched Guildenstern closely. The man was holding most of his mind at bay, seemingly trying to avoid Draco's gift, but the wizard knew how to go beyond just thoughts, his gift was so much stronger than they could ever believe. Then a memory struck Draco from nowhere when he heard another voice from the doorway, "The Unforgiven..." it gasped and he turned to view a small, little doll-like figure, and he visibly tensed.

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"Draco, you are now the only Malfoy. You will serve me. Now for your punishment, you will be branded." his back burned as Voldemort branded the Dark Mark across his back.

The blonde refused to cry out and disgrace himself, especially before the Dark Lord himself, the shackles around his wrists wore against the places that had already been broken open by the cruel rusted metal that they were. It burned, worse than any crustacius or sectumsempra, he being a receiver of both accursed spells, but even a his body began to tremble from the convulsions he restrained, he continued to stare directly into the snake-like eyes of the most evil man ever to degrade this Earth with his awful presence. His body was no longer chained to that awful post but instead he had been chained much like his father, to the ground. His arms spread wide and forced to his knees, in a stance of submission to the dominance and leadership of this evil cackling demon. Then his back felt like all the skin was being peeled from it layer by thin layer until it felt as though his spine was exposed to the bone.

"Let our Lord here your anguish Draco..." he heard his aunt Bellatrix call into his ear as he gritted his teeth against the pain, much harder and the perfect white rows might break from the pressure he was exerting. He turned his head from her, blocking her out of his mind as her consciousness pushed against his, if anything he had taken to both occulmency and legilimency, his mind was at times even stronger than their Lord's which often frustrated him. Carefully he raised his eyes once again to that horrid being and despised him all over again for all he done to his family. Bellatrix still loomed next to him, her crazy jabbering about her Lord, a man that was not her husband but was still content to be his concubine even with Lestrange standing in the same room. "Tell him how you will serve him, Draco... tell your Lord that you will serve him, allow his mark to control you and do his bidding! Tell him Draco, pledge an oath, an unbreakable vow to him!" She was much too excited to Draco's disgust, look what this man was turning these people into, crazed cult members ready to die and sacrifice all for this man who cared for only himself and his own ambitions.

Another suffocating shock of pain overtook him and his vision blacked out for a time before he knew it he was looking down at the shoes of the Dark Lord, head bowed and panting like a dog. Shame stirred with the disgust in his stomach almost making him sick, then he felt a wand on touch the top of his back and pain made him double over to where he almost dislocated both shoulders and his forehead almost banged against the ground. It was so blinding, so unbearable he didn't even here the words the dark Lord spoke, but knew whatever he had done he would live with forever, it felt as though something worse than the dark mark brand had just been seared above it on his back. "What have you done?" His voice croaked out, it was practically demanding more torture, but he was so close to death he was just hoping to inspire a swift end, but he knew he was in no danger, the Dark Lord would never kill him, not now anyways. "What have you done to me now?!" His voice almost broke he had stressed it so ferociously, and pulled his head up with all his strength even though it made him dizzy his vision blurring a bit and black spots appearing for a few moments.

The evil smile was maniacal and it scared Draco tot he core, "I dub thee the Unforgiven." IT was then that Draco had watched all go black as his aunt hit him hard across the face with her wand and allowed the spell to render him unconscious. No one questioned her Lord and he knew it was probably the highest insult to do so, but it was easy enough for him to risk, he had nothing to live for and that was that.

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It echoed in his mind now and spoke aloud without realizing it, "I dub thee the unforgiven..."

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Amata Mercy

I am sorry it took so long.... but I am excited about where this going and I hop you all are too!