Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Triangle Disease - Part II	By : egb67 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 18424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All characters are creations of Joanne K Rowling, © 2007, to whom I am deeply indebted. I make no money from any of this.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER
TEN

“RAGE OF A DARK LORD”

By the_scribbler

the_scribbler (at)
shadowgard.com

Pursuant to
the Berne Convention Implementation
Act of 1988 and the Digital Millennium Copyright Act of 1998, this work is copyrighted
2007 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly
granted. No portion may be reproduced in any fashion without the express
written and notarized permission of the author.

Disclaimer: I
do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All characters are creations of
Joanne K Rowling, © 2007, to whom I am deeply indebted.

Content
Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as
such, it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now, as
it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view
sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please
leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance
to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are
offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are
offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, incest, or any
other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These
stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities
described herein

Scribbler’s note: (1) if
you’re interested in seeing Pansy’s house, go to architecture (dot) about (dot)
com/od/periodsstyles/ig/House-Styles/Italianate.htm

(2) For a picture of Pansy, go
to: www (dot) studentsoftheworld (dot)
info/sites/tv/img/10625_180px-Pansy_parkinson_hp.jpg

(3) If you want to see a photo
of what who I think Ginny Weasley looks like. It’s a picture I found on www
(dot) domain (dot) com


{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

From Chapter Nine –
“Opening Gambit”

Harry wanted to
rip of her dragon-hide armor and take her, roughly, right where they stood. He
knew that they couldn’t join like that, though. No one was supposed to see how
their magic connected.

Harry tore
himself away from her hold. “God damn it, Ginny.” Harry swore like a muggle. “I
want you so much I can taste it. Taste you. Let’s get this fucking shipment
done to Gringotts and get home. I need you now.”

With a resigned
sigh, Ginny summoned Team Three to the port-key apparation point while Harry
did a sweep of the grounds with his magic detector.

Satisfied that
everything and everyone had been accounted for, Harry walked the two hundred
meters back to where Team Three stood waiting. Everyone still had wands out and
was standing back to back, just in case. The darkness of the night and the lack
of moonlight were unnerving to all of them. He could sense their unease and so
he held his wand aloft and thought Lumos maxima.

The light from
Harry’s wand seemed to settle the teams’ collective nerves. Ginny made a port key for the team to use – a
long, thin rope – and on the count of three; the team disappeared into the
night, taking the light of Harry’s wand with it.



                                              {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

House Malfoy had
never hosted someone of such power, Lucius Malfoy thought. Not in the five hundred years since the
Castle had been built had a dark lord entered its doors.

“My home is
yours, my lord, for as long as you have need of it.” Malfoy said, kneeling
before his master.

“Thank you, my
slippery friend. I see that you have not renounced the old ways, even in your
sanctum sanctorum.”

“No, my lord. The
old ways are the only ways for wizards.” He didn’t say ‘pureblood’ wizards, for
he, among the very few, knew that Lord Voldemort was not a pureblood wizard,
but rather had been sired by a mudblood.

“Rise, Lucius.
You don’t do me any good on your knees”

“Thank you, my
lord. I live to serve.”

“That is yet to
been seen, Lucius. Right now, I have an assignment for you. Potter appeared
before the Wizengamot on the First of November.
My sources told me that Potter claims the votes of five great houses and
has the support of the majority of the membership, and with that support, two
thirds of the votes. Potter could call for the Ministers’ replacement, if he
chose to exercise the power. I need to know what he is going to do if we
eliminate the Minister. “

Lucius nodded. “I
will do it, my master. I have sources as well.”

“There is another thing, Lucius. Theodore Knot
attempted to kill Potter. Theodore was a fool, for his real target, Dumbledore,
had been sitting right in front of him. Theodore thought that he would please
me more if he eliminated the Potter brat. He didn’t do what he was told and he
paid for it with his life. Dumbledore killed him.”

“My lord!
Dumbledore has not killed since he destroyed Grindelwald in 1945. What caused
him to kill your servant?”

“I do not know,
Lucius. Not knowing bothers me, Lucius, and you must find out for me. Now, is
your son here?”

“He is, my
master. He awaits my bidding, as is proper. He
knows to know enter your presence unless he has
been invited to do so.”

“Very good,
Lucius. You’re teaching him proper respect. That is good. Summon him now. I
have an assignment for him.”

“Right away,
Master.”

Lucius Malfoy
could move with haste when he was motivated to do so. This night, his master
was staying in their home, so there was no room for errors or inattention to
any detail. Tonight, Draco was dressed
in his best robes, to honor the Dark Lord.

It took two
minutes for Lucius to summon his only son and then return to his masters’
presence. When Draco entered the room, he saw the Dark Lord for the very first
time and was shaken to his roots with fear. Knowing what was expected of him,
he walked quickly to his father’s side; fell to his knees, and prostrated
himself.

After a proper
amount of time had passed, Tom looked down on them and said “Rise, Draco. I am
honored by your show of respect. It is far more than others of my servants have
done.”

The elder Malfoy
spoke for the family, as was his right “Thank you, my lord. We are grateful to
be able to show you respect and to follow the old ways.”

“Then I will show
you respect, Lucius, and give you both assignments. If you complete them, you
will earn my favor and rewards for your service. If you fail, well, I will not
be pleased and you will earn my disfavor. I believe that you know that is a bad
thing, my silver-haired friend.”

“Do you want to
know your assignment, Lucius?”

“Yes, Master. I
want to know how I can serve you best.”

“Kill
Dumbledore.”

Lucius blanched.
He had not expected that particular assignment.
It was well known that Dumbledore was the only wizard of whom his master
had ever been afraid. Lucius knew he didn’t have the raw power to do it and he
was genuinely afraid. He had always been better with striking from the shadows.
Could he find a way? It was that or die at his masters’ hands, he knew.

He worried for
his son. What was Draco going to be asked to do? The more he thought about it,
the more he was afraid. He couldn’t lose his only son. He was too old to have
another family and his relationship with his wife, Narcissa, had been poisoned
for years because of Lucius’ devotion to the Dark Lord. Narcissa had said to
him for years that he should have built his own empire and created his own following
while the Dark Lord was gone and now the opportunity to do so had passed.

“Draco Malfoy.
Step forward.”

Draco knew not to
look Voldemort in the eye, but rather he looked at the spot where a man’s belt
would be.

“Are you prepared
for your assignment, Draco? You have yet to take my mark and I know that you
wish to do so. Do you have what it takes?”

Draco was very
hesitant. He must answer the dark lord, but he did not want to seem
overconfident. “Yes, my master. I do. My father has trained me as well as he
can.”

“Ah, yes. Your
father. He certainly talks a good game, he does. But what I want to know is
whether he is up to his assignment, Draco. You see, I have asked him, as
perhaps you heard, to kill Dumbledore once and for all. The old man fooled my
servant, Severus, the last time, and is back and as strong as ever. Severus
paid for his misjudgment, Draco. Are you ready to pay for yours, if you make a
mistake?”

“Master? I don’t
know if I am or not, but I am willing to risk it to serve you.”

The dark lord
threw back his head and laughed. “Good answer, Draco. That showed real courage
to speak those words. If only my other servants were as brave as you.”

Draco did the thing that occurred to him and fell to one knee before saying
”Thank you, my lord.”

“Now Draco, let
me tell you what I wish you to do.”

Draco stood,
while continuing to look at the floor, lest he be thought to be impertinent.

“I want you to go
to the home of Pansy Parkinson. Her parents have not been seen for a month,
even though I have called them. Their daughter, Pansy, is to be brought back
here and made to take the mark. If she refuses, kill her.”

“No.” Pansy was
Draco’s girlfriend and his intended wife, when the war was over. She hated the
dark lord; hated him with everything she had, because taking the dark mark had
taken her parents away from her forever – or so she believed. She had a younger sister and brother to care
for, all alone and with no one else to help her.

Lucius Malfoy
looked at his son in horror. He had the terrified thought that he might lose
him right in front of his eyes. “Draco! What did you say to our master?”

“I said no,
father. I won’t do it.”

Lucius had no
choice. He drew out his wand and yelled “Crucio” before the dark lord
had to do it himself. Lucius felt it might be the only way to save his son.

Draco screamed
and fell to the floor. He screamed as he had never screamed before. His muscles
contracted and expanded, knotted themselves into horrible knots, and then
released. The pain in his crotch was so intense that he felt like he had been
bitten there by something terrible. The pain behind his eyes felt like a
thousand knives stabbing into his head.

It went on and on
until he could no longer focus on anything but wanting desperately to die.

When Lucius had
heard more than his stomach could bear, he lifted the curse.

Draco’s eyes were
hollow and he looked up at his father from where he lay on the floor and begged
him “kill me, father. I beg you. Kill me.”

Lucius looked at
his master with tears in his eyes. “I am broken, my master. I cannot do it. He
is my only child. Spare him, I beg you.”

Lucius fell to
his knees and placed his head next to his sons’. He didn’t know if the blow
would come or not, but he could not watch it happen. Either way, he knew that
he would lose Narcissa and that he might lose his son. He contemplated what his quest for power had
cost him and he thought, for perhaps the first time, that it was not worth it.

“Bring me
Dumbledore’s head, and I will spare your son, Lucius.”

“Draco, for the
moment, I will spare you, because your father asks it of me. I will not,
however, forgive you. No one comes to me, asking to take my mark, and then
refuses me an assignment. Let us see just how strong you are. “Crucio”.

Draco screamed
again. His last conscience thought was that if he survived this, he would run.
Run to the one person who would protect him. Pansy would go with him.

Lucius watched
his son being tortured. He hoped that Draco would get away. Even if he had to
leave England.
Somewhere, anywhere, was a better place than this. Could he help him? Did he
dare? Going after Dumbledore was a suicide mission, after all. Did he dare not
go after him, though? What would stop him from running, “rabbiting” he
thought the Americans called it, and putting as much distance between him and
the dark lord as possible? One person: Caliban
Montesquieu du Monteford, the dark lords’ personal bloodhound. Kill him and he
might have a chance. His son might survive as well. Narcissa would be safe.

Suddenly,
Lucius Malfoy started crafting a plan. First he had to survive this night and
get his son away.

Dumbledore.

Maybe.

Have
I done stupider things? Stupider than defying the dark lord? No. But I’m not
the only one who has defied him. Five times now? Or is it six?

Potter.

Do
I have a choice? No.

Not
if I’m going to live to enjoy what life and wealth I have left.

If
Draco lives tonight, I’ll get him out of here. I still have certain friends.

Please,
Merlin. Let Draco live. Please.


{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

It
seemed forever before the dark lord finished torturing Draco. Lucius had
vomited once he was outside of his master’s presence, for he remembered what
had happened to Frank and Alice Longbottom, after Bellatrix had finished with
them. They were still in St. Mungo’s
long-term care facility for the mentally infirmed.

Draco
was twitching and foaming at the mouth, but he was still breathing. There was
no magical cure for the horror of the cruciatus curse. However, there was a
muggle remedy for it. Firewhiskey. Mixed with lemon juice, warm water, and
sugar.

He
would never have known about it if he had not heard Tom, the barman at the Leaky Cauldron, talking about it one night.

Lucius
had carried his son to his bedroom and gently laid Draco down. He summoned one
of the house-elves, and very quietly, with greater kindness than the house-elf
had ever seen before, Lucius told the elf what his son needed and begged him to
hurry.

Sooner
than he could have imagined, the house-elf was back with a very large mug that
was warm to the touch. Lucius put his hand behind Draco’s back and helped him
to sit up, so that he could drink from the mug.

After
a few minutes, once Draco had consumed most of the drink, Lucius helped him to
lie down again. A wave of a wand and Draco was dressed for bed. Then Lucius did
something that Draco would remember for the rest of his life. He leaned down
and kissed his son’s forehead and said, “I love you Draco. I couldn’t let you
die. I am so sorry that I had to hurt you. The dark lord would have killed you.
Please forgive me.”

Draco
was far gone into the pain of the horrible cruciatus curse, but not so far gone
that he could say “S’alright, father. I love you too.”

Draco
had not told his father that he loved him for almost ten years and hearing him
say it destroyed, once and for all, any loyalty that he might have had to the
dark lord. He knew in that moment what he had to do and how he had to do
it. The question remained whether he
could hide his thoughts long enough from his former master to get his family
safely away.

He
knew how he had to begin. The question was, could he do it? He had to try, but
he didn’t know if he had the right stuff – the right memories – to make it
happen.

Narcissa.
Our wedding day. Yes, that was it. That is
what he would focus on. He had been told that Harry Potter had been able to use
this charm since he was fourteen. He had not believed it then. Hadn’t wanted to
believe it. How could a boy be so powerful? Powerful enough to drive away over five
hundred dementors. Was that why the
dark lord was so afraid of the boy? Because he has happy enough memories or
enough love to conjure a Patronus of that strength?

Did
it matter that Potter could do it? Only if you’re going to spend any more
time comparing yourself to him.

Too
much time had been wasted already. He was going to have only one shot at this,
so he had to get it right. He sat down on the back steps of his castle, well
away from where the dark lord was currently staying. He cleared his mind and
thought about his wedding day. How beautiful she looked and the radiance of her
eyes. He thought about the golden glow that surrounded them when they said
their vows. She had used the old pledge – a promise of life-long faithfulness
and binding her magic to his – and he had done the same for her. He remembered
the powerful sense of purpose and love that he felt for her when they had
kissed…

Yes,
that would do. Focus on that.

He
did. “Expecto Patronum!”

From
the end of his wand came a powerful looking eagle, with long claws and glinting
eyes. Lucius closed his eyes and
conjured a scroll of parchment, which hung in the air before him. He took his
wand and used the tip to write the message which his Patronus would carry. Once
he was satisfied, he sent the silvery eagle on its way. Then he prayed.

After
that, he snapped the wand which he had used to cast the Patronus charm. No
point having that bit of magic show up in a priori incantatum spell. He
summoned a new wand from his collection and pointed the wand at an errant
spider that was climbing up the side of the house. “Crucio”. And just as
fast has he had cast it, he released it.

Satisfied
that the first part of his plan was done, he walked down the hallway, to where
Narcissa was sleeping. She had to know what he was going to do, because he was
going to need her help. It was a risk to tell her, but less of a risk than not
telling her. She was just as powerful has he, magically, and perhaps the two of
them could do things that neither could do alone. They had never tried to share
magic, but it was something that he had always wanted to do, secretly. He
should have told her years ago. He wanted her to know his heart – should have shared his heart
with here from the first night they were together. How do you correct a mistake like that?

He
didn’t know, but he promised himself he would try. If he was lucky, he and
Narcissa would have another hundred years together. He wanted them to be happy
years. More, he wanted her to be happy.


{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

Two
days later, their one chance to survive came knocking at the door. Dolohov.
Lucius knew him by his smell and by his brusqueness. The man didn’t stop
when he saw Lucius at the doorway, but rather walked in and past him without a
second thought. “I need to see the dark lord now.”

Lucius
almost wanted to send Dolohov in while the dark lord was sleeping. It would
have been at least interesting to see how long Dolohov lived after disturbing
Voldemort. However, that would have disturbed Lucius’ plans as well. Narcissa
was packing up those things that they had to have with them and preparing,
quietly, to transfer what liquid assets they had to a more secure location. So
far, the plan had proceeded better than he could have ever hoped. A Patronus in
the form of a great, multi-horned stag had found him in the early hours of the
morning, giving them a name, Godric’s Hollow and an address. 54 James Lane; Ottery St. Catchpole.

Something
unnerved him about that Patronus. First, he was certain that it was not Dumbledore’s. His was known to be a phoenix. Second, something Severus Snape had said many
years ago nagged at him. Something he should remember. He looked at the address
which he had written down: 54
James Lane.
James. James Potter. Prongs…..

That
was it. Harry Potter’s father was an animagus. His form was a stag. Harry’s
Patronus then was ...a stag. The dark lord would be very interested in that
piece of information. It was a shame that he was never going to get it. Or
anything else for that matter. Lucius had made his choice. If he could survive it.

Dolohov
looked at him. “Are you going to take me to see our master or not?”

“Our
master is asleep. If you want to disturb him, you’re welcome to do so. However,
I doubt that you’ll live long enough to get out whatever it is you came barging
into my house to say.”

“Perhaps
you can tell me and I will tell him when he wakes. I will be dinning with him
later on and I am sure that it would be no problem to pass on your message to
him.”

Dolohov
hissed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Lucius. To be our master’s favorite. To
be his right hand. I’m sorry, but that slot’s full right now. I’m our master’s
favorite. He’s going to make me his right hand when we defeat the Potter brat
and take over the Ministry.”

“Yes,
and whoever kills the brat and the muggle-lover Dumbledore first will, I’m
sure, be the one to earn our master’s undying love. And since I’m the one whom
our master has asked to kill the muggle-lover, you’ll forgive me if I don’t
accede our master’s beneficence quite yet.”

Dolohov’s
face went red and he might have thought to go for his wand when Nagini came
into view. One of the gifts that Lucius had received from his former master was
the ability to understand Parseltongue. Nagini hissed at him ‘come, our master
calls.’

“Come,
Dolohov. Our master is awake and seeks our presence.”

The
two men, one in house robes and the other in his dress Silver and Black Robes,
with a silver serpent on the back and sleeves, entered the Castle’s great room.
There were fireplaces at either end and doors at each end that led out to other
hallways and to the kitchens.

Voldemort
stood at one end, facing the fire. Lucius saw that Voldemort had his wand in
his hand and it worried him. He wondered, idly, how long he’d last in a duel
against the dark lord. Probably not as long as Potter did, he
reflected. It was an embarrassing,
shameful thought, but it was probably true.
“Master” Lucius said as he knelt. “You called of us?”

“Yes,
rise, Lucius. I called for you for I could feel Anton’s presence here. I was
most anxious to hear his report.”

“Anton,
my trusted servant. What news do you have for me? Were you successful in your
efforts at Durmstrang?”

Dolohov’s
face paled. He was sure that he was going to pay for his mistakes. Whether he
lived or not was contingent on whether he passed the blame to Bellatrix, and
the Parkinson’s.

“Master…
I...we failed you.”

Voldemort’s
speech became more sibilant “What do you mean, Anton? What do you mean we?”

“Master, Bellatrix, I, and the Parkinsons
planned the raid on Durmstrang. I was in charge of setting up the transfers
that I expected that our forces were going to make after they returned from the
Castle. I was supposed to find places for the recruits to stay and places for
them to train, and to make sure that Goblins did what we told them to do. I
didn’t go on the raid itself. That was Bella’s job. She said it would be a good
training mission for some of the new recruits. I’ve not heard from her since
then. When I went to check the castle myself, it was empty. The students were
all gone, the library was gone and the vaults were empty.”

Voldemort’s
eyes flared red and his voice took on a very, very hard edge. Lucius backed
away, towards the door. Voldemort was not watching him.

“Empty!
What do you mean, empty? Was there nothing there? I am particularly interested
in a silver box with an R on it. It was very special to me and the headmasters
at Durmstrang were supposed to look after it for me. Are you telling me that
there was nothing there?”

“Yes, my master. I couldn’t even find the bodies of
your followers. I don’t know what happened. I tried to trace for magical
signatures, but it felt like someone had deliberately erased everything.”

“So,
are you telling me that 34 of my followers are gone? That there is not a single
trace of them? And the gold and the items in the vaults are all gone?”

“Yes,
my master, they are gone. I don’t know how, or where, but they are gone. I
believe that Potter had a hand in it, but I can’t prove it. There’s no evidence
that he was ever there. I did find the headmaster, Nameinoff, but he was had been chained
up in the Foyer and was naked, frozen, and dead.
Obviously someone hated him enough to do that to him, but I don’t know who it
was.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Show me what you saw! Legillemens!”

Dolohov
screamed as he felt his mind being forced open for his master’s inspection.

Lucius
saw his opportunity. He stepped out into the hallway, out of site of the dark
lord, and then ran to the master bedroom, where Narcissa was standing. He was
panting when he said, “Do you have everything?”

She
looked at him. “It’s all done, my husband. Draco is weak, but he can travel.
We’ll have to do side-along apparition, until he is stronger.”

“Gather
our things and meet me in Draco’s room. We’ve got to hurry now.”

Lucius
ran the thirty steps to Draco’s room and saw his son sitting up in his bed, He
was dressed, but looking weak. On the floor sat two big bags and a Hogwarts
school trunk. Lucius pointed his wand at them and they shrank until they could
be put in his pocket. Narcissa walked in, wearing a heavy traveling cloak. She
pulled the remaining traveling cloak from Draco’s closet and wrapped it around
him. Then the three of them sat on the bed and Lucius counted “one, two,
three…”

The
three of them disappeared and the re-appeared at the end of the Property, just
inside the gate. Narcissa took Draco’s hand and the three of them walked out
through the wrought-iron gate and down the carriage lane until they were around
the corner, out of site of the Castle. Then Lucius pulled out a small disk, the
size of a luncheon plate. “Draco, show me in your mind where Pansy lives. We’re
going to go and get her and take her with us. I’ve never done anything for you
to be happy about, but I’m going to try to change that. If you and Pansy are
happy together, I want you to be together.”

Draco
looked up at his father, as if he were a stranger. “Father, what has happened
to you? You are not the same person you were three days ago.”

“Draco?
Many things have become clear to me and when we are safely hidden, I will tell
you what has happened. Until then, we have to flee. Now, please show me where
Pansy lives.”

Draco
closed his eyes and opened his mind so that his father could see where Pansy’s
family lived. In a moment, Lucius was into his mind and then back out of it.
“I’ve got it.” He took a flower from the garden hastily and pointed his wand at
it “Portus. On three. One, two, three…”


{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

Cinder Hill, Cheshire, UK.

                                                                                                                                                 Pansy
was running around their family home, chasing her younger brother, Graham. He
kept asking her where his father was and Pansy could not tell him. She knew, in
her heart, that they were gone – dead – but there hadn’t been bodies to bury
and there was no way to tell Graham that they were never coming back. She would
have cried, if she had time, but she was it for them. She was their
guardian now, even if wizarding law didn’t recognize it.

The house-elves were
gone. They had fled when they felt their masters die. The fact that the
house-elves had left was proof enough that Reginald and Tesa Parkinson, her
parents, were dead.

Pansy’s only
piece of luck was that she as of age and had inherited everything. The family
vaults contained enough funds that she would be able to get her younger brother
through school without her having to work.

She wondered if
Draco knew what had happened to her parents, but she dared not ask. Lucius
Malfoy was a vicious death eater who had tried to kill Harry Potter. She had heard Dumbledore announce that the
dark lord had returned and that it was he who had killed Cedric Diggory. If
there was no other reason to hate the Voldemort, Cedric’s death was enough.

Draco. She had never told anyone but
him how much she loved him. His deep blue eyes, his platinum blond hair, his
smile. Oh god, his smile. When Draco was himself, and not the ‘leader of
the pack’, he was kind and gentle and so good to her.

She had hoped that
someday he’d realize that the dark lord was not the only way to happiness and
that there could be just the two of them. She never dared dream that it could
happen, though. There were so many
things that had to be changed…so much that stood in the way. She had a brother
and sister to look after. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to
continue with school, or anything.

“Graham!....oh
please…don’t do that with the paint!”

Graham was
running down the hall, haphazardly repainting the walls as he went. Pansy took out her wand and was cleaning up
the paint as she went. It was all that she could do to keep him in check. She didn’t mind, though, somehow. She loved
him and was glad that he and Danella were still alive. They were so young that there was reason to
believe that they would be targeted by the dark lord. Her own life…that was
something else entirely. She knew that by resisting, she would probably be
killed. Unless…

Would he protect
her?

She had treated
him so badly when she had been at Hogwarts. Laughed at him. Made fun Hermione. That’s
going to come back to bite me, I think. I should have just kept my mouth shut
at school. Couldn’t just leave well
enough alone, could I? Mom and Dad tried to tell me.

Did she dare ask
him? Would he protect her brother and sister? She thought that he would. He had
always been kind. When Cedric had died, it was Potter who had brought him back
and it was Potter who had wept over his body. She had seen his tears from were
she had sat in the stands. Potter. Had to get to Potter. Send him an owl? Maybe.
Not fast, but it will have to do. Should have learned the Patronus charm.

Pansy suddenly
found herself thinking about all the things that those in the DA had learned.
Powerful, effective curses, counter-curses, hexes, jinxes, and most powerful –
the Patronus charm. All of Harry’s friends could do it, she heard. Not just
Hermione, Ginny, and Ron, but lots and lots of them. Even Neville,
apparently. I was so stupid. I could
have signed up and learned that stuff. Then she snorted. Ya, right. As
if Harry would have let me. Too close to Draco and the rest of the Slytherins
who had gone bad.

Pansy raced to
find her owl. He was at the back door of the kitchen – the one that went out to
the garden. She took him down and tied a hasty note onto his leg. Once it was
attached, she begged him to find Harry for her. Better now than later, she
thought.

Time to get
packing. Don’t know how long the house will take to pack in its entirety. Maybe Danella would watch
Graham for a few minutes. She loved him and even though she was only nine, she
could play with him and keep him company. Can’t take everything…but enough
so Graham and Danella be happy and comfortable. Just so long as she got them to
safety.

She had to try.
It was the only way she was going to survive.
Maybe once she was in hiding, she would write to Draco. Tell him that
she was alright and that she missed him very much. Better get started.



                                                    {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

The three apparated across the street from Pansy’s
house. It was a beautiful, three-story
Italianate-style cream-colored house and it was well located against the
drumlin behind it. The only thing that the house didn’t have was the
traditional cupola at the top, but the lack of it actually made the house more
appealing. There was almost always a
breeze and the house was oriented to take full advantage of them.

The beauty of the house, its grace and its
spaciousness, was completely lost on Draco. He had never cared about houses,
except in thinking that his parents’ home was bigger than everyone else’s.

“Draco. Will she
come with you if you ask? Does she know what happened to her parents?”

“If she doesn’t
know by now, Father, she’s not the witch I think she is. I’m sure that she’s
figured it out. I hope that she’s not still so mad that she throws a fit.”

“Tell her son
that we don’t have much time. The dark lord will have figured out by know that
we’ve fled and so we have to hurry. I hope that this young witch of yours can
travel light.”

“She’s very
resourceful, Father. I know that she’ll do what she has to. She wasn’t put in
Slytherin for nothing.”

“Go get her then
and bring her out. Tell her where we are going. Make sure that she understands
that we don’t know what we’re facing, but that it’s better than what we are
leaving. The Malfoy line will survive.”

Draco smirked.
His father’s insinuation was not lost on him. Lucius knew that if his son and
this young witch cared for each other, that she’d be pregnant just as soon as
they were finished with school. Draco would use that to make sure that she
didn’t leave – or maybe to show her that he wouldn’t leave. If anything, Lucius
was more confused about his son than he had ever been. He had never known him
to be so concerned for a witches’ wellbeing before.

“Go. Tell her to
hurry.”

“Yes, father.”

Draco walked,
albeit hurriedly, to the front door of the house, and knocked on the front
door. Like most wizarding homes, those who had not been explicitly invited to
do so could not apparate into the home itself. As Draco had been to Pansy’s
home only once before, to meet her parents, he had not been extended a personal
invitation to apparate in directly.

Draco suspected
that the real reason was that there were blood wards at work in and around the
house and that’s why he could not apparate directly into the home.

It took almost a
minute for anyone to answer the door. Danella opened the door and looked at Draco
Malfoy. For a moment, Danella didn’t recognize him. Then the silver hair and
blue eyes clicked with her. “Draco! Hi! Come in. Pansy’s upstairs, packing.”

“Packing?” Draco was confused.

“Yea, we’re
leaving. She won’t tell me where we’re going, but she kept talking about
someone called Harry. I don’t know what she means, but she’s talking to
herself. Do you know what she means?”

“I think I do,
but I better go talk to her.”

Draco knew exactly
what Pansy was thinking. It was the same thing his father was thinking. The
only place to run was to wherever Harry Potter was staying. He had survived encounters with Voldemort
more than any other person in the wizarding world and if there was going to be
a survivor, better to bet on the one person who had repeatedly defied the dark
lord and lived to tell about it.

He took the
stairs, carefully, one at a time, until he reached the third-floor landing.
Every step cost him pain. He realized that, whatever his father had given him
to drink, had helped more than any magic could have. He didn’t want to think about what he would
have been feeling without it.

“Pansy! You up
here?”

“Draco? Is that
you?”

Pansy came out
into the main hallway on the third floor and saw her boyfriend standing there.
He looked like he had been worked over repeatedly by someone who really hated
him. His face was laggard and his breathing was shallow. By the way he was
holding himself up; Pansy could see he was in pain.

As she got up
close to him, she looked him up and down. “Draco? What happened? You look
awful.”

Draco reached a
hand out and held it to her face, more tenderly than he had ever done
before. He hesitated to tell her what
had happened, but at the same time, felt that she probably ought to know. He
had never been able to hide anything from his brown-haired lover before.

“The dark lord
happened to me, Pansy. I...I displeased him.”

“How, Draco? What
did he do to you?”

“He…he wanted me
to recruit you, Pansy. To...to…to be a death eater. He told me that if you
didn’t join, I had to kill you. I said no.”

Pansy sucked in a
breath in shock. Her eyes went wide and she looked at Draco in horror. “You
said no to the dark lord? And he let you live?”

“He wasn’t going
to, Pansy. He was going to kill me. My father got him to stop, but only after
he tortured me.” Draco’s eyes lowered.
He was ashamed of what had happened. He had begged his father to kill him.

“Pansy, the dark
lord ordered my father to kill Dumbledore. It’s suicide. My father knows that.
That’s why we’re running. I begged my parents to come here first, so that we
could collect you.

“Oh, Draco! I
love you.” Pansy got a far-away looked in her eyes for a moment. “Draco? You know
the only place to go, right? He’s the only one who can protect us.”

“I know. I hate to say it, but
yea, he’s the only person who can keep us alive.”

“He’s not going
to do what the dark lord did to you, Draco. Harry’s not like that. He might
kill you though, just because of everything that Slytherins did to him up
through fifth year.”

Draco thought
about that for a moment. “At least he would give me a fair chance. But no,
that’s not who he is. There’s no way that he’ll call me out, Pansy. Hermione
and Ginny won’t let him.”

“What do you
mean, Hermione and Ginny won’t let him.?”

“Don’t you know?”
Pansy shook her head.

“Harry married
both of them and has three daughters by each of them.”

“You’re kidding,
right?”

Draco actually
grinned. “No. Not on this. Turns out old
scar-head was cursed by the dark lord during august of last year and had to
marry the two women he loved the most within 24 hours AND get them both
pregnant.”

“Oh Merlin,
Draco” Pansy was holding her sides, laughing.

Draco smiled at
the young woman he had fallen in love with. It was good to see her smiling and
laughing, he thought. She certainly had had reason to cry enough recently.

Looking away and
out the third-floor window, Draco saw his parents standing under a live oak. He
turned to her “We’ve got to get out of here, Pansy. My father and mother are
waiting outside and so whatever you’ve got, we have to collect it now and
leave. They’re taking a chance, just coming here, and if we don’t leave, we’re going to be in a lot more danger than we can
handle.”

“I know. Help me
finish packing my brother and sisters’ clothes and then we’ll go downstairs and
finish there. We can be out of here in less than ten minutes.”

“We don’t have that much time, Pansy. We’ve got to go –
five minutes, tops, ok?”

“Only if you can
take over up here and let me take care of everything downstairs.” Draco smiled
at her, weakly. “ok. I’ll do it. Do you want me to pack all of their stuff.”

She nodded.
“Thanks, Draco. I love you.”

Draco had never
gotten used to hearing her say that, but it never failed to make him feel
better. “I know, Pansy. That’s why I’m here.”

She threw herself
into his arms and clung to him. His hands automatically wrapped around her and
the two of them stood there, holding each other, lost in their love for each
other.

One of his hands
eventually wandered down her back and cupped her bottom. She groaned into his
ear and ground herself against him. “It’s been too long, Draco. I need you.”

He took her face
in his hands and looked into her eyes “You can have me, Pansy, but not until
we’re safe”

“Let’s go, then.”

They pulled
apart, reluctantly, and moved in their chosen directions. Draco walked into
Pansy’s brother’s room and saw that it was a typical boy’s room – at least the
typical bedroom of a son of wizarding parents. There was a toy flying broom,
stuffed animals that were ambulatory, a magicked ceiling, and child-sized
Hogwarts robes.

Draco had become
very proficient in magicking a room clean, and it was a short hop from doing
that to packing. Draco closed his eyes and conjured a school trunk that would
hold most everything in the room. If nothing else, Draco was fastidiously clean
and orderly in his personal habits, so he was able to make short work of packing
up the room. Satisfied that the trunk could hold no more, nor needed to, Draco
shrank the trunk to the size of a deck of cards and slipped it into his pocket.
One down, one to go.

Pansy’s sisters’
room took a few more minutes, because her things required a bit more care and
finesse. Once all the dresses had been
properly folded and stacked in neat piles on the bed and all of the other items
necessary for a young girls’ happiness had been carefully accounted for and
packed away, it was easy to magic everything into the trunk. Draco had paid
particular care to things like Danella’s diary and her wizarding wireless radio
as well as her jewelry (what there was of it), and her poster of Gilderoy
Lockhart. Draco almost choked with
disgust at that, for he thought Lockhart was a total wanker, but he packed it
anyway, because Pansy has asked him to do so.

It took even less
time to shrink Danella’s trunk and slip it into his pocket, next to
Graham’s. Draco focused his thoughts on
Pansy and disapparated.

There was a quiet
‘Pop’ as Draco suddenly appeared next to Pansy in the home’s dinning
room. Since the Parkinsons were a very old pure-blood family, they had
heirlooms and mementos of all sorts, some of which were more than 800 years
old. In particular, there was one silver chalice that resided in a
magically-locked cabinet. Etched in the center of the chalice was a prominent,
ornate H that, despite the age of the relic, remained lustrous and untarnished.

It might not have
struck others as odd, but Pansy had always thought it queer that the H on the
chalice was legible because it was silvery and bright, in comparison the dull
green-black of the rest of the cup.

She made sure to
shrink and then pack the entire cabinet into the oversized traveling trunk that
she had found in the house basement.

There were other
things that she packed – the family’s silver service; the china; and some of
the art that had hung on the walls. What was being left behind would be
preserved by spells and wards as best as she was able. She didn’t really care
though, what happened to the house. She suspected that she might not ever come
back. It was an idea that struck her as not being particularly terrible. She
had grown up in the house and even though she had loved her growing up years
(her mother had always called them her ‘formative years’, whatever that meant),
the house had lost its vitality because her parents were dead and gone.

Draco saw her
looking at bare walls and realized that she was saying goodbye to the place. It
bothered him a little bit – for her sake – but he had just said goodbye to his
own home, so he was not as sympathetic as he could have been for her. However,
the fact that he realized that was the case made him re-think how he viewed
what she was going through and moved him to put his arm around her. Ready?” he said quietly?

“Yea, I think so.
Let me collect Graham and Danella and meet me in the front hall.”

Draco looked at
her, nodded, and moved to the homes’ front hall. In a moment, Danella and
Graham were herded towards Draco, who stood waiting for them. Pansy stooped to sweep Graham up in her arms,
to carry him out the door while Draco and Danella followed behind. Once they
got to the sidewalk, Pansy turned, took out her wand, and with her brother in
her left arm, did a complex series of wand movements. In the blink of an eye,
the house disappeared and they were left looking at a vacant lot.

“Let’s go, Draco,
before I start crying. I need to get away from here.”

He nodded and the
four of them crossed the street to where Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were
waiting.

Once Pansy came
within a reasonable distance of Draco’s parents, she put Graham down and
executed the formal bow that tradition required of her. The Parkinsons owed
blood loyalties to the House Malfoy and even if no life had been exchanged to
satisfy that debt in over two hundred years, wizarding tradition demanded that
as the presumptive Head of House of House Parkinson, that she acknowledges the
Malfoys with dignity.

“Clan Leader
Malfoy, Mistress Malfoy, I am Pansy Olivia Parkinson, presumptive head of House
Parkinson. Thank you for rescuing me and bringing Draco to my side.”

Pansy rose from
her bow and took Draco’s hand in hers, without shame. Lucius finally spoke “You
have observed the old forms, Clan Mistress Parkinson. Very well, I might add.
Your parents taught you well. I am glad to see that you will be joining the
family.”

Her eyes were
bright and she squeezed Draco’s hand a little tighter, as she looked at the
older Malfoy. “Sir, I hope so. Draco has become my everything and he’s all I
want in life.”

That caused
Narcissa Black-Malfoy to raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Do you feel the call of
your bond, Pansy? Is it that strong between you already?”

The young,
black-haired woman – a girl not even of age yet in muggle society – looked at
he soon-to-be mother-in-law and smiled a girlish smile. Her reply was quieter
and more subdued though. “Clan Mistress, I do feel it. It pulses within me and
I know that I can’t resist it. Draco feels it too and we know we must be
together. Already, we know each others’ thoughts at times and can sense when
each of us is feeing particularly strong about the other.”

“Let’s go then,
and we will celebrate your joining the family, when we are safe.”

Lucius had
already formed a port key with the information that he had received from
Harry’s Patronus.

The six of them
placed their hands on the tree branch port key and on the count of three, they
all disappeared.


{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Triangle Disease - Part II

“RAGE OF A DARK LORD”