I'm so sorry you guys, I know that I haven't updated this story lately. But now that school is out, I can actually work on them better. Though I should not have taken so many classes for next year, I have too much summer homework (AP Chem, AP English, PreCalc...)
I have also been working on my other Dramione series: The Dracken's Mate which has had incredible feed back.
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~aprettyfacevampire
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Chapter 4.
Birthday Revelations
Tonight was the eve of my birth. The day that I would finally reach the legal Wizarding age, a proper amount of time of about seventeen years. Normally I would be ecstatic, and father and mother would allow me to invite a few mates over to celebrate. But this year I was horrified, I would have fulfill my duty to the Dark Lord. Even if it meant killing a few innocent people in the process. Something I just didn't have the heart to do, not that I would tell anyone that.
This was why on this night I sat in my room, and listened to the constant footsteps as Death eater after Death eater filed in and out of the manor. Every scream from the secret dungeon only rattled my bones, no silencing charm would make up from the painful and dying shrieks I've heard for the last couple of weeks. Not even Dreamless Sleep Draught would heal and take away the amount of pain I have seen and heard for the last three weeks.
Turning over in bed I looked down onto the mark that would be forever etched into my skin, it was scarred by now but it was healing. I hated it; I just didn't understand all these things of Pureblood reign. Once more I lightly touched the mark with my other hand, my fingers barely caressing the intricate design. Immediately I remembered the pain, the horrifying pain and screaming that I gave up in order to receive this very mark. A mark that I absolutely loathed. Death would be nothing compared to the situation that I was in, secretly I hoped that it would end that way. Besides what else did I have to lose?
I rolled over to the other side of my bed and faced the door. Any second now and someone would come and take me away from the world I hated so much. But I knew better than to hope for such ideas. The next second a burning sensation erupted into my chest, I couldn't feel my heart beat to bring the life bringing blood throughout my body. Maybe I was dying.
My vision became cloudy, my body felt incredibly weak. Was it hot in here or was it just me? What was happening to me? Before I could ask for an house elf to call for my mother and a doctor both of my parents entered my room, along with my Godfather.
"He's burning up, Lucius, Severus! What should we do?" My mother's cold hands caressed my forehead, her voice slightly off as she sounded a bit frightened.
"There's not much that we can do, Cissa." My father's voice spoke out through the haze.
"At least give him something, he's in pain!" my mother argued with that overly caring tone of hers.
"I can give him a couple of potions, Narcissa but he will still have much pain. The transformation process can be quite unbearable." My godfather, Snape muttered giving my mother some shred of hope. But what did he mean by transformation? Was this another part of the Death eater inanition for the club?
Just then another shock racked through my heart and it could even more difficult to breathe. I could help but let out the painful moan as the pain lashed throughout my body. It was almost as if I could feel my bones stretching and growing to accommodate my body.
My throat was swollen but still they managed to pour foul liquid after foul liquid down my throat. I almost chocked twice, I could still taste the unimaginably horrible ingredients. It also didn't help that my body also wanted to fight off those who were caring for me, I uncontrollably thrashed against the strong grips of my father and my godfather as my mother poured yet another potion between my lips.
The last potion though seemed to help as suddenly my body calmed and I felt very tired, the pain was still there but all I wanted right now was to sleep.
"That should do it." Snape spoke to my parents and then continued to put away the empty potion vials.
"Don't worry, darling it was just enough to subdue the boy, we will have a talk once he regains consciousness." My father said towards my mother who once more caressed my forehead lovingly.
"He's not going to like this, Lu, you better tell him immediately he has a right to know."
"Mmm?" I mumbled my brain kept telling to shut my eyes and go to sleep. It was hard to go against the demands of my body, but I needed to know what they were talking about.
"Don't worry son, it will be all over soon." My father said somewhere next to my mother as my eyelids fell down. I suddenly felt beyond exhausted.
"I can see the transformation already beginning; he only has a few hours left. I suggest that we leave soon," Snape stated. "a recently transformed Veela isn't something that anyone wants to deal with right away.I must leave soon; there is a mission that I must fulfill tonight."
Veela?
But that was the last I heard before everything suddenly got very, very dark.
~O~w~O~
"We should go out for ice cream." Darius suggested a few days after arriving at the Granger's lovely home.
I turned to the werewolf and stared at him incredulous. Was he stupid? Why would he want to leave the sanctuary of the Granger's house, besides I was sure that Grey wouldn't like it if I left? There could be Death eaters anywhere; we were only three hours away from the pack. "Don't you know how dangerous that could be?" I stated the obvious and turned to stare at the young werewolf.
"Not if you go incognito." Darius smirked a wicked sideways grin. That gave me just the perfect idea, no one would expect me if I went like this. It was a good thing I had a secret stash of clothing that I recently bought a few weeks ago.
"Perfect, but how do you feel about nail polish and makeup?" I couldn't help but look smug as I turned to face Darius's reaction to my previous statement.
"What?" Darius looked as though his eyes were going to pop right out of his head. I smirked as in response to say 'I thought so'.
Two hours later and we were ready leave the house. I just didn't listen to Alternative bands for nothing you know? A little bit had to rub off on me at some point. Remember the 'goodie two shoes'? But that girl has a completely different personality when she's not around her friends. Darius now sported and Avenge Sevenfold t shirt, with some black ripped jeans, black high top Converse, a lip piercing, black nail polish, a vibrant blue highlight (it was temporary), and a little bit of nail polish.
Who said a girl can't have fun with dress up?
Personally I knew what I had stored in the deep recesses of my closet would still look good. A short and thin black leather jacket, a purple and black lace tank top underneath, a black and violet lace tutu, and black knee high converse, I even put a bit of permanent purple highlights into my crazy hair and painted my nails in an on and off pattern of black and shades of violet. Essentially it was a Halloween costume that I had kept stored up for a while; I just never had the time to actually try it out.
Sure I knew the two of us would stick out but I knew no one would recognize me as Hermione Granger of the 'Golden Trio'.
"What are you wearing?" was the very first thing I heard escape from Darius's mouth as soon as I hit the landing. I smirked knowingly, if they only knew…
"Clothes, I don't know about you though." I answered tartly and adjusted the strap of the bat shaped backpack I had on.
"You know what I mean, you look so different. Yet somehow it suits you, maybe this different is good." Darius tweaked his fake lip piercing and smiled.
"Thanks, maybe I'll keep it this way." I smiled and turned to look at him one more time. "You don't look half bad yourself." I admitted and went towards the door that would lead us outside.
"Well, no mere woman can resist a handsome werewolf, such as myself." Darius joked around; I punched him in the arm. Hey, he deserved it.
Twenty minutes later we were heading towards the nearby park to enjoy our ice cream. Luckily I had cooling charms placed on the clothing so we wouldn't melt in the intensive heat of the summer day. The inside of the store was nice and cool as we were suddenly blasted by the air conditioner. Fortunately there wasn't too much of a line and we were able to order our ice cream and leave. It was an interesting experience just to watch Darius try and figure out what ice cream flavour he wanted.
I had to laugh though when he happened to get whipped cream on his nose. Though I still wondered why he chose three scoops of green slime sludge. I guess that guys will always be guys, no matter if they are muggle, wizard and even werewolf.
"You should try this, it's delicious!" the Darius crooned before taking a huge bite into the bright green glob.
"No thanks; I will stick to dark chocolate fudge instead, besides dogs can't have chocolate." I smirked before taking a long lick of the heavenly chocolate flavoured ice cream.
"I'm not a dog Herman!" Darius joked and nudged me suddenly almost making me drop my ice cream, but I caught myself. Even if I dropped it, he would have probably eaten it anyways. For years they called me Herman, and I cursed my very own special name. It was too long that rarely I would find people who would pronounce it correctly.
"My name is HER-MIO-NE! Not Herman, Hermanny, or Hermononucleosis! How many times must I remind you guys how to pronounce my name right." I stated angrily remembering that day of the so called incident when I was introduced to the younger members of Grey's pack. Some of the boys' now young men were only six or seven years of age.
"You know I was joking, Mione. It was just so funny when I first met you and your name sounded so long!" Darius turned towards me and gave me the breathtaking smile of his. I secretly swore that some of the women around us nearly swooned in reaction to the handsome werewolf genes. Instantly I forgave him and continued to work on my very own ice cream that was starting to melt all over my hands.
"Let's get to the park before it gets dark, it's the perfect place to finish eating our ice cream cones. C'mon Darius." I giggled and tugged on Darius's free hand, somehow the werewolf had already made down to the last bit of ice cream near the cone.
The park wasn't that crowded as it got later and the pesky bugs would show up. We sat by the fountain enjoy our sweet desserts, we would have to leave in a few minutes though, Melody and Ian would be expecting us to return soon.
That's when Darius growled, something completely dark and menacing. It wasn't like Grey but still it sounded like a very aggressive dog.
"We have to get out of here, now." Darius mumbled under his breath. I could feel the tension radiating off of him.
"Why?" I whispered back prepared to taking my wand out of my shoes.
"Death eaters they have us surrounded." Darius answered back his eyes indicated to the few human shapes by the benches a few meters away from us, another towards what seemed to be a young couple enjoying a picnic together and towards the old man feeding the squirrels.
"What do we do?" I whispered back, how could we escape all of them here right within the views of the muggles?
"The only thing we can do, in a situation like this, we run." Darius indicated towards the woodsy patch of the park where he ran there in a few strides. He transformed deep within the shadows, but I inwardly feared that it would be too late.
~O~w~O~
Castle Greymoon, Present Time
"Where is she Greyback, I know you're hiding her?" The dark wizard threatened the Alpha Werewolf, who only growled in response.
"You won't ever find her, I've hidden her away." Fenrir Greyback fought back against the invisible restraints holding him back; unfortunately even his inhuman strength was no match for the power of magic. His inner wolf struggled against the bonds; it was fighting to be set free.
No one would dare touch a single hair on his pup.
Another wizard entered the room; it was none other than the Dark Lord himself.
"Has he admitted to her hideout?" the Dark Lord drawled in that snake like lisp of his.
"Not yet my lord, but the werewolf should break soon. We all know who is one weakness is."
"Then it is a good thing our men are on their way, she shouldn't live throughout the night." The dark Lord smirked.
But the werewolf only huffed in response, what the Dark Lord didn't know was something really important.
"What?"
"It's too late, you fool, tonight is her true birthday. Her inheritance will be coming anyways." The werewolf smirked despite the very painful cruciatus curse put upon him.
Fenrir only howled to the moon, his poor little wolf would have deal with her true inheritance all on her own.
~O~w~O~
Her, I need her; the female wolf is my mate…
When I awoke it felt as though I had fought a war in my sleep and lost. But when I opened my eyes everything changed drastically. The room was brought into a better perspective; I could even taste the very stale dust motes that floated around the room. My joints still ached and I felt this suppressing heaviness in my heart.
It felt as though something was missing, something I desperately needed. But what?
I brought up my hand to rub against the semi-painful emptiness near my heart in my chest. Yet this time instead of the regular pasty white of my normal Malfoy skin, it became more refined and I swore that is shined with a sparkle. (Sparkle?) Malfoys certainly did not sparkle like that.
I reached for the small hand held mirror I kept in my bedside table, what I saw made me gasp out in surprise. Now normally Malfoys are handsome to begin with but when I saw my even more refined features I couldn't help but also smirk with pride.
What had happened last night? I wondered as I clutched my forehead, the constant throbbing in my chest only increasing.
"You're a Veela, my son." I looked up to see my father's golden locks. Go figure that he would still not trim his incredibly long hair. His voice startle me, I didn't realize that another living being was also in the room with me, I must have been too concentrated with everything around me.
"A what?" I couldn't help but gasp out in surprise.
"Son, I thought that you were the smartest male in your year, how could you not know what a Veela is?" my father asked looking down on me with that disappointed aura about him.
"I know what a Veela is, of course father, but why tell me this now?" I asked in response.
My father turned to look at me seriously then answered my previous question. "Because, my son, this is your true inheritance. We Malfoys are much more than Purebloods, why do you think that we are so powerful?"
I snorted at the thought of my father being powerful; the man had let the Dark Lord control him for years. My father silenced me with one look then continued on with his speech.
"You must find your proper mate before the year is done otherwise your body will soon shut down on you and you will die. Without your mate your magic will never reach its full potential." My father stated sitting up from the chair positioned right next to my bed.
"But how do I know when I will find the right mate?" I couldn't help but ask fearing the answers I would get in return.
"Believe me, son you'll know who she is." My father said knowingly.
Merlin, it couldn't possibly be!
I must have sat there contemplating for a while because the next thing I knew a gigantic book sat in my lap. The title read: From Veelas to Werewolves: A Wizard's Guide To Magical Beasts.
Great, more reading to do.
~O~w~O~
"Lucius, he must find his mate soon. Whatever will we do if he should die upon us now?" Narcissa bemoaned to her husband. What would they do if their only child died? She wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Do not worry my dear, Cissa; I already have high suspicions of who his intended mate shall be." Lucius answered closing the gap between him and his wife. The Veela in him wanted to hold her so close and take in her highly addictive scent. One scent that had teased his senses for years on end with the highly seductive torture.
"I am afraid of the consequences of such a match, Lu. They are perfect for each other in about every other way despite the huge setbacks holding them away from each other. What would he should he lose her?" Narcissa pointed out, a Veela without their mate was devastating to bear. They were like an empty shell of person for months onto years and would eventually give up everything to once again be reunited with their mate in death.
Narcissa couldn't bear the thought of her son becoming like that.
"It also doesn't help that his mission for our Lord is to kill her." Severus Snape suddenly spoke up as he entered the room. The embracing couple slowly released each other to face the wizard that had just entered the room with them.
Narcissa gasped. This was not good. Not good at all.
"Please tell me that is not true, Severus." Narcissa cried out, shaking. Lucius tried in vain to comfort his weeping mate; he couldn't help but feel helpless. There wasn't a male could do to comfort a weeping female.
"Severus," Lucius warned the potions master as he once again wrapped his arms around his wife. Normally Malfoys would barely show affections that is unless they felt threatened, but Lucius knew he had to comfort his brave but softhearted wife.
"It's true, Lucius, your son must kill one of the few souls that was supposed to help save all of our worlds from Armageddon, the one and very only Hermione Granger."
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