Chapter 20

Hell Hath Fury…

Draco felt it; he felt her being taken away. It wasn't the usual feeling like when they were bonded, but it was a distinct feeling of being completely cut off as if the chance to be with her again was null and void. He knew what had happened…that son of a bitch found that potion, the same potion he found in the book and tore the page out. Harry Potter surely couldn't have been bright enough to figure it out on his own, and surely not Weasley…Hermione possibly. Either way, he would pay and the fake bond would be removed once he got a hold of that four-eyed git!

This wasn't how the plan was supposed to be executed, but his temper got away with him. Now it was time for Plan B and Voldemort had another way of finding their secret place, who the secret keep was, they had no idea, but they'd find him or her. Draco had a picture of his precious Hessa in his uniform…he missed her terribly and when he got her back, he would marry her right away. He was sorry he had to fool her, lie to her and say that they were fleeing from the Death Eaters when it was quite the opposite. Hessa was supposed to be used to find the Order and gain their trust, and of course he couldn't tell her because she was such an awful liar.

He had been so cruel to her, but he knew that Harry understood Hessa in a way he couldn't and it bothered him. She loved Draco, he knew that, but Harry Potter gave genuine affection that Draco had a hard time showing because he had never really learned it. Surely he gave affection enough, but not like she probably needed and to add to what he was now, his cold demeanor and need to dominate didn't help. Volemort wanted to kill her, do away with Draco's one weakness but Draco wouldn't allow…YES, he Draco Malfoy demanded of the Dark Lord not to touch his Hessa. Draco was a force to be reckoned with now and Voldemort knew it, most likely regretting ever creating him.

The potion had hit it's final stages, he was striking, very chiseled features, his eyes no longer gray, but yellowish and piercing, his fangs were thicker but thankfully still the same length and he was tall as his father now…his strength could not be matched…and Draco Malfoy was no longer called one of Voldemort's 'Death Eaters', he was now called a 'Death Dealer'…one known as 'The Dragon'. But 'The Dragon' had one chink in his armor and that was his beloved Hessa…and he would kill them all to get to her.

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Harry sat in their room irritated, looking out the window and watching the muggle cars go back. They had no idea what was going around them and in a way…they were very lucky. Hessa stepped through the door and he saw the little cotton ball taped to her skin, she looked down slightly, knowing he was upset, but figuring he would be happy in a way, Hermione and Remus were trying to find something to stop Draco.

"They took my blood…," she said hopefully.

"I see that," Harry turned back to the window.

"What is the matter with you? I thought you'd be happy about finding a way to stop Draco…"

"Why did you still have it?"

"What…the amulet?"

"Yes, why did you still have it!" Harry stood up finally.

"It was with my things when the man rescued me, along with the earring that fell off once Draco released me. I'd forgotten all about it until Remus jogged my memory."

"Really…you should have thrown those blasted things out!"

"Be grateful I didn't, we wouldn't have anything to work with then!" Hessa growled in exasperation, "OH! You two are so impossible!"

"Don't you compare me to him!"

"Why not! You both want each other dead! He constantly talked of it, how he wanted to destroy you…and each time I heard those words, it hurt me," she started to tear.

"Does it hurt you when I mention him?" Harry wondered…

"Not as much, Harry, I don't want anyone to die…I just want to live with you, I've always wanted to bond to be with you. You don't think I regret the way it all turned out, how he was my first, how they used me? How Lucius Malfoy…," Hessa stopped short and looked away, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry…I'm just so scared all the time, that he'll find you…hurt you. Hessa, you're race of females are physically weaker then regular females, you couldn't even protect yourself physically either," Harry came and held her tightly. Hessa didn't have the heart to tell him that Draco would never really hurt her, that Harry was his goal. She just buried her head in his chest and wanted to believe that they would all be all right, that she could have her fairy tale ending…but she wasn't so sure.

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They had found the secret keeper, one that they would have missed had they not gone through the entire record of the Ministry…a friend of Lupin's, one that knew his little issues with the moon.

The man screamed out as Draco dug his claws into his leg, "TELL ME THE ADDRESS."

"I told you…I don't know anything!"

Draco got into the man's face, "mm. That's quite a shame, I have a precious treasure there that I'd like to reclaim along with Harry Potter's head." He turned and nodded his head to one of the other Death Eaters, "you know what it's like to have a precious treasure…don't you, what it's like to want to protect them…?" Soon, a little girl was drug into the room…

"DADDY!"

"Michelle!" he turned angrily at Draco. "You bastard, leave her alone, she's just a little girl!"

"Then tell me where the address is and I'll let you and your little girl go…"

He looked down ashamed. 'I'm sorry, Remus,' he thought sadly. "Number 12 Grimmuald Place," he said defeated.

"Thank you…you may take your little girl and go, of course with the escort of the Death Eaters. Wouldn't want you doing anything like WARNING them now…," Draco put back on his gloves and stretched out his hand a bit.

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Hermione was growing frustrated, it seemed no matter how hard they tried; Hessa's blood would only enhance Draco's. Even at a cellular level they seemed to be destined to bond. She couldn't find it in her to tell Harry because he was desperate, all she could tell him is, "we're getting close."

Meanwhile Mr. Weasley had taken to training Hessa and teaching her to control her abilities a bit better. His experiment included George and Fred, who weren't too sure they wanted to be a part of it but figured they had nothing better to do anyway. It was funny how Hessa looked, they'd known her since she was a child, but she had grown primarily in power…yet, you wouldn't know it by looking at her…and that was a Conk's most dangerous weapon.

"All right Fred and George. Now I want you to cast something at her, nothing truly harsh, just a little something to see how fast she can block," Mr. Weasley was a bit hesitant, knowing the twins' idea of 'gentle' was.

Harry and Ron were also curious. Harry hadn't really seen what Hessa could do and was just as eager to see what kind of punishment she would deal Fred and George.

"All right, are you ready, Hessa?" George grinned. She nodded slightly and then they let it rip, mild curses flew out of their wands and she reflected them back boldly. Then they got excited and started sending out even more until she put her shield up completely. Harry started to get alarmed, were they going too far? But Mr. Weasley put his hand up, she had dealt with this before and then finally, she focused her shield and caused a blast that pushed them both back, causing them to slightly fly. It was a technique he had been teaching her the past few weeks and she finally got a handle on it, he was very proud of her as was Harry.

He and Ron were laughing at the twins until Fred tried to throw a snow ball at Harry…it fully exploded in mid-air, everyone looked to find Hessa with her hand outstretched. She had done it to protect him, out of instinct. Ron raised his eyebrows, "now that's just brilliant."

"I know…," Harry smiled at Hessa who was grinning and swaying a bit out of excitement, he chuckled and then led her in so they could have dinner.

Mr. Weasly patted his twins on the head and simply said, "never mess with a Conk's wizard."

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After another week, Remus and Hermione finally called "Eureka!" They had magically altered Hessa's blood enough to attack Draco's. They quickly bottled as much as possible in case of an attack and would bring it with them wherever they went just in case.

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Draco watched the house, he wouldn't attack right away, wanting to lull them into thinking they were still safe and sound. He had seen Hessa leave a few times and had fought every instinct not to take her immediately. Even if he did, the bond wouldn't take and that was something he was more irritated about than anything else. That boy was going to pay for touching her, his STENCH was all over her from what he could smell, when he could get close enough without her detecting him. Once he had observed her and noticed small marks on her wrists and neck…the smell of sex was on her…so Harry Potter liked it rough did he? Draco's eyes narrowed…he was no better then his FATHER, and of course Hessa would comply, TRICKING HER, wooing her and then like a SPIDER…trapping her into that situation. He knew something was wrong with scarhead, he had heard around the school that he was a bit rough in 'certain areas' but Draco didn't believe it, given how nice he was in general.

Well…if Harry Potter liked it rough, he would get rough. For every lashing, bite, and bruise his Hessa received, Potter would it get it three times worse. No one takes something of his and abuses it…NO ONE.

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"Harry!" Hessa couldn't stop laughing, Harry was tickling her and had been in such a good mood lately. Then he kissed her hard on the mouth and pulled her up to show her something. "What?"

"Look at these catalogs, I want you to pick out new furniture for the house, I mean, when this is all through. We really have to brighten up the place, you can pick anything you like. My Godfather left me the house and…well…more than enough to take care of it…"

"Harry…"

"And there is plenty of room for….," he held her close and petted her stomach.

Hessa laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, "when did you want them?"

"Of course, not now… I was thinking maybe after my Auror training. But in our celebrating of winning the war, you end up delicate anyway…I won't mind," he smiled.

"Neither will I…"

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"Are you ready, my Death Dealer?" Voldemort smiled.

"More than…," Draco prepared his armor.

"You've been quite patient. And I was thinking…if you really want Harry Potter's head to yourself, you may have it."

"Thank you, Master," Draco smiled evilly.

"…And…when you retrieve your Hessa, take time to be with her…as your reward, you have done much…killed your defiled father for me, and now you will kill my arch nemesis. I do have that poison you helped make…," Voldemort held a out a small vile.

"No, I want to do him in with my bare hands."

"Very well. No go, and rain on them like HELL itself."