A/N: I will be pumping out chapters while I have the chance. I normally don't post chapters so close together because face it, you don't get reviews that way and part of doing this is to get constructive criticism. However, I feel the great many of you have been patient and I feel it is my responsibly to get these stories completed because you have taken your time to read them.
Also, I own nothing. I am simply borrowing J.K's characters and bending them at my will.
Arriving at the manor that she had just escaped from not more than a few hours earlier, her concerns that lady Malfoy had left were quickly dissipated as she heard the long winded screeches from the woman herself.
How stupid it was that the woman hadn't left. Draco could have had half the ministry there by now, all willing to kill the woman for torturing her own daughter and leading her to the slaughter for the return of the dark lord, but the woman remained, yelling into the night at her failed plans.
She wasn't lying to Harry when she told him that she got a sick pleasure of taking lives. So, she casually left out that the lives she was taking were of those who really deserved it and with everything she had been through, it brought her some comfort knowing that she was getting back at the people with the same interests as her one time captor. But that was moot point. It was not normal for anyone to take pleasure in killing, but she couldn't help the satisfaction she got when she saw the lights leave the eyes of the once living as they descended into death.
She had given some thought on how she would dispose of Lady Malfoy. It was a special case for so many reasons and she wanted to remember every detail.
Her first thought was slow torture. Normally, she was quick, in and out before anyone could link anything to her, but it didn't matter now, she had already been ousted.
She had then thought of painful curses. There were so many to choose from and not a single one of them would even pass as a natural death. The one she had remembered most was a particular nasty curse that essentially cooked a person from the inside out, turning their vital organs into a blood filled soup, systematically killing the body one area at a time.
And lastly, there was the norm. Just doing it and getting it over with, but that was the least attractive to her because while Abby would eventually heal and hopefully not remember any of it, the whole situation reminded her of her time spent with Lucius Malfoy and since she couldn't get her revenge on him, lady Malfoy would do just as nicely.
Stalking through the grounds, Hermione didn't take the care to show up unannounced. She had several factors on her side, the first being that she was trained for this sort of thing, the second being that she was extremely pissed off, and lastly, her taste for revenge was too strong to be overcome. She didn't want it to be a surprise. She wanted the whole lot of them to know she was coming and all of them to know that sometimes, something's can just push a witch a little too far, which unbeknown to them, they had done just that.
She laughed as the first man darted from the gate of the manor. Wand raised and ready for attack. He ran at her, clearly ready to fight and clearly not expecting to get an avada right between his beady little eyes. She didn't even spare him a second look as she heard his lifeless body hit the ground.
Reaching the gate, she mumbled a quick charm that showed body heat from everyone within a 500 yd range. She was surprised to see that the number in the manor had dwindled to about 4 when hours earlier, the same spell found more than 20.
Fine by her, she would kill them as she found them, but they were not her goal.
As she walked through the remainder of the yard, she paused briefly a few feet from the door, pointed the found wand and blasted the door from its hinges.
She knew by the body heat signatures that everyone had heard her entrance and were scurrying to find its source.
She had made it half way up the stairs when a short, chubby woman charged at her. Sparing little time, Hermione grabbed the woman by the front of her blouse and pulled, sending the woman down the stairs with a crunch as her neck bent at an unnatural angle and a small stream of blood left her mouth and nose.
'three left' she noted in her head as she reached the top of the stairs and took a right, moving quickly to the next victim.
In stories, the last one found was always the main character in the scene, the alpha villain, if you will, so Hermione was pleased when she rounded the corner and came face to face with none other than Lady Malfoy, who was red with anger, and hoarse from yelling.
"YOU!" the woman had screamed, "You ruined everything!"
Hermione just smiled, looking amused as the red in the woman's skin seemed to come alive.
"I had this all planned for years and you just come along and ruin it."
Hermione looked bored, but only for a second. She allowed the woman to rant, making her feel like she was in charge of the situation, but it was a game that Hermione had learned to play well.
Caught up in her superiority, she didn't notice Hermione flick the wand under her crossed arms, silencing her and effectively leaving her unconscious.
"So easy to manipulate… its amazing you made it this far." Hermione stated as she levitated the limp woman to the nearest room, locking them both inside.
Draco would like to say that he wasn't affected by Hermione's brief appearance and subsequent hasty exit, but he was. She didn't even spare him a glance, and more, she was hell bent on this being her last night alive which didn't bode well with him.
The problem was, she didn't mention where she was going or what she was doing, so none of the three men had any idea where to even look for her, and Harry, well Harry wasn't much help because he had yet to stop sobbing, feeling the guilt way on him heavier that he ever expected.
At a loss, Draco sat in the chair, silent just as Severus was, trying to think.
"Daddy?" a small voice came from the door of Severus's room, "I come out?" she asked
Draco smiled and nodded, holding his hands out for his daughter. She scurried into his lap and leaned against his chest, finding one of the buttons on his shirt to play with.
"Daddy, where's Mommy?"
Draco stiffened. He hadn't thought how he would explain of this to her. How do you tell a child that their mother was trying to kill them. Children's love was unconditional towards a parent, especially at Abbys age.
Rubbing his hand over his face he sighed, "I don't know sweetheart. I don't know where your mommy is."
"Find her?"
"No, princess, it's not a good idea right now."
Abby seemed to accept this and leaned in heavier. "Where's Herm – Hermy?"
"Do you mean Hermione? I don't know where she is either."
"She with mommy?"
And that was it. An epiphany brought on by a 2 yr old. Hermione Granger had changed, but there were some things that he didn't think would ever change and that was Hermione's lack of ability to just walk away.
His wife was Hermione's last assignment.
"Severus, can you look after Abby? I think I know where Hermione is."
Harry perked up instantly and Severus nodded, "I will keep watch over her, but I don't see why you are running into the night to save one who doesn't want to be saved."
Draco shook his head, "Because she saved my daughter. I owe her at least a try."
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Hermione stalked around the bed where Lady Malfoy laid, stretched out and tied up.
Hermione would give the woman credit, seeing her up close, she was a beautiful woman… it left little wonder as to why Draco married her.
She was everything she expected a Malfoy to marry. She had money, looks, and no doubt a flirtatious feminine personality that acted like an pheromone to the male populace. She was everything that Hermione was not.
"Wakey, wakey." Hermione taunted as she tossed the ice could liquid from the glass in her hand.
Lady Malfoy woke with a start, the ice cold water chilling her to the bones.
"My, my, the tables have indeed turned." Hermione gloated as she walked around the bed, watching as Mrs. Malfoy tried to scream.
"Yeah I wouldn't bother trying to talk.. or scream… it would just distract me – I wont be removing that spell."
"So, shall we get started? I'm absolutely itching to see what it takes to make a would be baby killer beg for mercy."
Lady Malfoys eyes went wide as saucers – she knew she was fucked.