First chapter!!
I wanted to do something a bit different by naming the chapters, let me know what you think.
sadly, I don't own Harry Potter, or I would have made it a hell of a lot more LGBTQ.
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Moldy-Voldy's POV
How do I get to potter?!
i hissed to Nagini as I sat at the head of the table.
along it sat my most trusted followers, to my right, Bellatrix, to my left Severus. Avery, Rookman,Yaxley, and Lucius a bit farther down.
I had called this meeting to discuss the potter problem, growing more and more agitated by each new suggestion.
"We could attack the muggles he lives with, that would pull him out of hiding!"
no, we would be ambushed by dumbledores posse of good-doers if we step into a ten mile radius of the place!
"We could start to infiltrate Hogwarts! Poly juice one of us as a student and zap him in the halls!"
we already made that mistake with crouch! Plus, I don't want to harm my Horcrux. Just to dispatch the boy.
yes, I knew about that. How could I not? A part of my soul had been ripped out and stuck into an adolescent brat.
I'd discovered this while entering his mind at the ministry last year, my soul fragment creating the passage I needed to gain control.
now I hadn't told this to anyone else (and I planned to keep it that way), so now I had to listen to these ongoing discussions I would not be agreeing to.
"We could go after his friends? He will be incapacitated without them."
no, that- Actually, that could work.
I looked up from my musing to find Draco Malfoy staring back at me.
He sat between his parents, Lucius with his head down (still not forgiven for the ministry debacle), Narcissa staring straight ahead stiffly.
their son however was calm, pale, but firm as he held my gaze.
I suppose the boy was taking charge in order to escape his fathers pathetic shadow. I approved.
"Yes. But how?" I hissed
"We will have to wait to get to the weasel until after the minister has fallen, lest we want a swarm of aurors on out tails." Yaxley pointed out.
"And the girl? She is a mudblood, correct?"
"Yes my lord." Severus replied, emotionless.
"She lives in the muggle world I believe, with no specific protection wards." The potion master continued.
Complete unprotected. I thought wickedly.
I turned my attention back to the Malfoy boy, a plan already forming in my mind.
"Do you wish to redeem you family Draco?" I asked
he looked surprised, but quick schooled his features and nodded.
I sneered. "Then you shall go to this mudbloods house and dispose of her. Do that, and you will have earned your place at this table."
there was an uproar from the others. Bellatrix clapping her and squealing like a deranged toddler. Lucius chocking as his wife went deathly pale. The other men arguing that such an important mission shouldn't go to a child.
I held my hand, commanding complete silence, before turning back to the sixteen year old boy.
"Make no mistake however. If you fail in this task, I shall be far less forgiving then I was to your father. And it won't be you I harm." I made a point to look directly at his mother.
obviously, the message was received. The boy nodding calmly.
"I want it done in two days, by midnight. I'm sure Severus can provide you the address?" I questioned.
Severus only nodded, and I smiled evilly.
Draco's POV
Why couldn't I have kept my big fucking mouth shut for once!
I was in my room now. After the meeting I'd all but run up here, cast a hasty silencing charm, and proceed to destroy the place.
spewing papers across the floor, breaking furniture, I felt bad for the house elf who would clean it later.
now I was pacing, smoking a cigarette and trying to think.
it wasn't that I had a specific attachment to Granger, I'd bullied and tormented her our whole lives. No, the real problem was the chosen one himself.
I'd always had a, thing for him (as pansy liked to put it). And it had only progressed after the incident.
I'd stumbled upon the room of requirement by accident one day, only to find him alone there. He'd obviously been grieving, so much so that he didn't even yell are insult me.
Potter had only looked up at me. Tired, beaten, and in mourning.
I'd ment to leave, truly. But seeing him, looking at him with his stupid green eyes...
I was fucked. Fallen hook, line, and sinker.
so I'd sat, refusing to leave until he told men what happened. He'd been hesitant, I'd been stubborn.
finally, he cracked, spill out like a broken damn. He'd cried and cursed, screamed and shake. I'd let him, letting the insults roll off my back as he raged.
finally, we'd laid on the ground, panting.
Then somehow, we were kissing. Kissing like him life depended on it, and that kiss had become so much more.
we'd meet in secret as much as we could right up until the end of the year, promising to write even though we knew we couldn't.
It'd be awful that first two weeks, I'd shut myself away, even for the meetings and wallowed.
then, like an ugly bigoted angle, Kreacher had appeared. Apparently, Sirius had named Harry is only heir, effectively make him Kreachers new master.
I wasn't sure how Harry felt about that, only that we could have an open line of communication now.
every letter and note, however small, was like another board to cling to in a churning Black Sea.
And now I had to kill his best friend or you know who will kill my mother, fucking wonderful!
my thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I sighed, schooling my mind and throwing up my occlomence walls before answering.
it was snape, who swept past me into my room like a gigantic sallow bat.
he looked around with a sneer, regarding my trashed room with only a hint of ridicule.
"Godfather." I said simply.
"Draco." He replied.
"What brings you here godfather? I'm sure the dark lord has you doing a great many things. Why waste time visiting me?" I asked.
his sneer grew slightly. "As I recall, you need the address of miss granger, am I correct?"
"oh, of course. How could I have forgotten. Do you have it?" I answered quickly, innerly panicking.
the hook-nosed man nodded, reaching into his pocket for a slip of paper. It held a simple scrawled muggle street and house number.
I suppose part of the task was getting there too. Turning with a swish of his cloak, paying just before the doorway.
"Draco. Remember the dark lords orders.Dispose of her, nothing more."
I could only nod, but that seemed to be enough for him as he swept away.
nothing more...
a small smile lit my face. A very slytherin idea beginning to form.
jotting down a letter for potter, I summoned Kreacher and sent it.
then, I grabbed my most muggle coat, snagged one of Harry's notes, and went on my way.
It was an unassuming neighborhood, the one granger lived in. Respectable I'm sure, upper middle class I'd guess.
she lived second to the corner, the house neat and slightly plain in my opinion. It seemed like just the house she'd live in.
it was brown brick, two stories with a wrap around porch and one of those muggle garages (is that it's name?).
swallowing roughly, I pressed the rectangle button next to the door. An annoying dinging sound ringing in the house, followed by a young women calling out she'd be there in a moment.
footsteps sounded, and the door unlocked to reveal a tall, slim,African American woman in her late thirties.
her resemblance to her daughter was striking, from the intelligent yet gentle eyes to her stick-straight posture.
"Yes?" She asked, eyebrow raising not unkindly.
I cleared my throat and bet my head slightly.
"Hello madam, is this the Granger residence?"
"yes. My I ask who you are?" She replied, leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed.
"My apologies, my name is Draco, and I'm looking for your daughter Hermione. I know her from school. Is she home?" I replied politely.
she seemed surprised, inviting me in quickly and shouting the door abruptly afterwards.
she seemed suddenly unsure of herself, wringing her hands.
"So, your-magical too, correct? Your a with as well?" She asked fervently.
I smiled as warmly as I could manage. "Yes Mrs. Granger, though I'm a wizard."
she chuckled, nodding. "Of course of course. Hermione is up in her room. Shall I call her down?"
"No!" I answered a tad to quick, making the women raise her eyebrows again.
"I only ment, she doesn't know I've come. I want to surprise her!" A recovered quickly.
oh yes, she will be very surprised.
"well, alright. Just not hanky panky, okay?" Mrs. Granger lamented.
I agreed, not knowing exactly what 'hanky panky' was, but agreeing to do none of it.
she pointed me up the stairs, to the first door on the right, before disappearing back into what assumed was the study.
I knocked, and an overly familiar voice invited me in.
I opened the door, met by one miss Hermione Jane Granger.
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