Demitri slumped in his armchair, looking towards Draco's bedroom door. What had he done...what had he done? He remembered the moment his father had told him the plan...in his the Avery Manor Library; or as some called it 'The Ancient House Of Avery Library'.
"Father...are you sure this is right, using the Malfoy boy – perhaps another" Demitri had insisted.
"Another" hissed Arceo, his eyes narrowing towards his son.
Demitri recoiled, not wanting his father to Cruciatus Curse him...though he was now a technical 'man'. Voicing his opinion against his father's was still prohibited.
"It is an honor for Draco, to be chosen" stated Arceo.
Argo scoffed, now having entered the library.
"Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission...you'd think he's gone batty" voiced Argo.
Arceo rolled his eyes at his eldest son (by fifteen seconds).
"Tom is indeed my friend, and in no way has gone mad...Draco is close to them, therefore, he is certainly the proper candidate for all of this" stated Arceo.
Someone cleared their throat, jolting him back into reality. It was Draco...
"What exactly were we planning on doing, about the Granger situation" he questioned.
Draco looked quite concerned, especially it being he'd have to kill a close friend.
"A hex should do it...I'm sure you're well capable-" "Right" Draco agreed, seeming to dismiss himself towards the door, and then disappearing on spot.
Demitri sighed, 'poor boy'...
Draco coughed on his reappearance, he'd landed back at the lake...Lake Evee. He was on the sand, his shiny black shoes were being brushed over by waves. Looking up he sees a cliff, along with his family cabin above it. Draco closed his eyes, and as he reopened them...he was on the hill, but in his animagus form. The wind whipped around his fur, and it felt wonderful as it flowed through him. This is where he went, whenever he needed to be alone, to figure everything out...he gazed at the open ocean, there was a muggle island far off. He could see it, he was unaware of its name...but remembered what his mother had called its meaning...hope....
"Lake Evee's Last Hope" his mother said.
He'd been five, her arms wrapped sweetly around him. Draco had felt protected, this was his happiest memory. His mother stood up, and then his father stood beside her. He smiled at his mother, kissed her eyelids, then her lips...after that they all were gazing at the horizon.
Draco was playing in the grass, unknowing how perfect this moment was, how much this moment would mean to him, how he'd never see his father smile even once more...how he'd never feel that gentle, loving, warm kiss from his mother.
Nevermore, would he know of only happiness...but more of hate...and his soon constant need for protection. Leaving him with the only option of hexing his 'best' friend, of course Blaise would remain. However, how would this matter? He was looking forward to Hermione's death, and Evee being married to himself. Was it right to assume, that perhaps – perhaps, Blaise was a worse father than his own...and perhaps, it was not best to ever be chosen.
Draco watched as the sun began to lower, ever so slowly in the sky. He breathed in the warmth, heard his mother's laugh, and saw his father's smile once again. However, as the sun slowly crept downward, and brought night. Draco apparated, only leaving the sound of a grim crack...which he'd left behind.
Hermione sighed, Lucius was in the bedroom awaiting her return. She couldn't help, but feel helpless. Where had they taken little Evee? When would she see her again. The lights in her living room went out, she went for her wand, but heard the a quick thump – and it was gone.
"Evening Hermione" came voice from the shadows.
She gasped.
"Draco" Hermione responded.
She was ready to jump up, and run to hug him. Though something stopped her, something wasn't right...this was not her Draco.
"I'm sorry" Draco apologized.
Hermione felt confused.
"If you're sorry for worrying me-" "No, not that" Draco said, interrupting her.
He seemed disgusted by something, perhaps the fact that his father's snoring was slightly recognizable.
"Draco, I'm sorry" she said.
"I've heard enough lies from you" hissed Draco.
Hermione backed up a bit, as she saw him draw his wand. It wasn't like Draco to be so rash, this was certainly not the Draco she knew.
"I'd only invited him in" Hermione lied.
Draco's eyes narrowed, god he'd caught on. Her relationship with Draco would certainly worsen now, and she could tell Draco's blood was beginning to bowl. She could see his rage coming off of his, in hot...steamy waves – was she really being turned on by this?
"Imperio" Draco hissed.
What the hell was he doing? Draco couldn't fight it though, he continued to tilt his wands towards Hermione.
"Close your eyes...obey me" something whispered in his ear.
Draco began to feel a pain shoot through him, and his eyes closed. When he'd opened them once more, the place was destroyed. Blood on the walls, the table was knocked on its side, and the glass within the table had shattered on the floor. Coffee had spilled onto a picture of Hermione and Evee – what had he done? Draco looked down the hall, his father was bleeding on the floor, but was barely alive...just barely.
The balcony beside the ruined couch (which looked to have been torn by...claws). Draco was afraid to look over the ledge, but did. There was Hermione, her arm was tied with rope (so tightly her arm was bleeding, while a bone poked through part of the rope). She was being held onto the balcony, by only that. He heard the familiar sound of the Ministry of Magic aurors coming to appear.
There was a howl, and for an odd reasoning he recognized it. Quickly he jumped from the balcony, being an unjust move...however, he transfigured, and as he landed the earth shook. Parts of the muggle landscaping had folded around where he'd landed, in a large circle. It had stopped at the sidewalks before the apartments. Draco quickly began to run onward, to get away from here...whatever destruction had been caused! Whatever he had done...
Draco's Attack: Hermione's Point Of View
Draco shouted out "Imperio", and Hermione could feel the control. She couldn't hear what he was saying, or perhaps she would've stopped herself...Hermione threw herself into the glass table, and she fell over sideways. The pain caused her to scream, the chips of glass in her shoulder and waist continued to press in. She felt a momentarily release from the curse, and she pulled out the glass. Lucius strode out of the Master Bedroom, and was wide eyed. Apparently Hermione certainly must have been a sight.
The Imperius Curse took back over, and she was once again a puppet. She stood herself up, and just stood there...though her legs were weak. Then Lucius was shot into the China cabinet, and he breathed heavily.
'Stop it' she screamed within herself.
Hermione looked to Draco's lips, and saw the word "Crucio" stated, and Lucius' body shook with a fury.
"STOP" she shouted again.
Lucius' body was levitated up, and then shot down the hall. His head hit the door knob, and his eyes were closed. Hermione was once again freed from the curse, and ran down the hall. She touched Lucius' face, and lowered her hand to his neck. There was still a pulse...thank god...
What was Draco doing? Had those werewolves done something to him? He'd just attacked his father, and hadn't let him recover for a fair fight. Hermione bolted over to the glass table once again, and looked at the picture of her and Evee. Coffee had spilled on it, and she looked to Draco with tear filled eyes.
"Please, I still have to take care of her" Hermione said.
"No" breathed Draco, shooting Hermione through the balcony's glass window.
Hermione felt herself smash through the stone, and then her arm was caught through the stone. Causing a crack to be unleashed, that sent birds flying from the trees, and she looked at the blood...this made her faint...