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Lupine Dreams	By : Wolfling1972 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, that belongs solely to JK Rowling, neither am I making money from this story. I just enjoy playing in her world

Chapter List
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(AN1: This was kept as close to canon as I could make it with the exception of Draco's reasoning for his actions and choices. There is no mention of the word MUDBLOOD being carved into Hermione's forearm in DH but I chose to keep it to underscore the torture, much like it was used in the movie. Obviously, the charmed parchment is non-canon but it made sense for the story and our couple, otherwise Draco would have felt that his actions were in vain. Since Narcissa has been gone since May of '97, she is not involved in any way with the battle.

Notes for reviewers: SL-I chose not to get into Ginny/Theo as I struggled to keep the POV strictly Draco and Hermione. I am thinking that I will probably work out a one-shot at some point for Blase/Luna and Ginny/Theo set in this world simply because I wanna know myself. Nari-Chan: I didn't mean to...but dang it there was a lot happening!! Brat Girl-so glad you are enjoying it!)
He woke up that morning and spent time outside on his broom, flying high above the ground and chasing a training snitch for HOURS. It was only during this time that he allowed himself to think of Hermione, allowed himself to worry and plan for the future. Of course, the Manor was no longer home and it hadn't been since the summer of 96, but he understood that part of the reason he felt so uncomfortable was that he missed his mother.
Gods, he wished he knew where his mother was. He wished he knew where Hermione had gone.
Of course, he had to tolerate the insanity of the myriad Death Eaters who lounged around his home as if they owned the place, had to listen to screams late at night while they tortured and killed Muggles and muggle-borns, had to help clean up the messes left behind, the remains of the poor unfortunate souls murdered for being unclean...or whatever their reasons were. It was worse for Theo, Draco KNEW that, as the young man had to give some semblance of participation but all in all, he felt drowned by the sheer absurdity of it all.
So, once the sun had gone down and all but a few Death Eaters had vacated the property, Draco found himself wandering alone until he was summoned by Tot.
"Master Draco, Master Lucius and Miss Bellatrix require your presence."
Somehow, in his heart, he knew...
Once he reached the grand room that usually hosted an impeccable array of black cloaks and sometimes silver masks, he paused. Three young people were huddled together, bodies a mass of bruises and scratches. The redhead and the female with the wild yet matted curls were kneeling beside a messy, raven-haired young man. However, it was his father who asked the question, first.
"Well, Draco? Is it? Is it Harry Potter?"
Draco leaned forward, his gray eyes focused on the emerald gaze of the other, looking beyond the lumps and contusions caused by, what he knew, was an expertly applied stinging hex. He couldn't lie, not really, because that would call into question his own loyalties but he did what he could as he whispered, "I can't; I can't be sure."
Harry's eyes widened imperceptibly. After all, he KNEW that Draco recognized him and he also understood that the young man was trying to save them as well as himself. It probably wouldn't work but it gave them time to try and escape. A small nod, more a dip of his head, before Harry was yanked up by his hair by Bellatrix.
"Look again, look again!"
Draco allowed a snarl to release into the still air. "I said I can't be sure, Aunt Bella!"
The woman, pale of skin, dark of hair, snapped her attention to the others. "I think I know him, the blood traitor and I am positive that this," Here she reached out and yanked Hermione by her curls. "This is the mudblood. It has to be Potter."
Lucius interrupted. "Not necessarily and if we call The Dark Lord back and it isn't him, it would be worse for us. We must make sure."
It was only then that the crazy female noted the bag and small pile of things tossed around the floor. Among the loose detritus gleamed a silver sword with rubies in the handle, the Sword of Gryffindor. Vile curses and screaming erupted immediately as well as threats to all and sundry with dire retributions and torment the focus. Eventually, she steadied and tugged her dainty yet clawed hand through the tangled mess of dark curls that crowned her head.
"Where did you get this," she husked out, her voice deep with rage.
"It's a fake, a copy," Harry replied.
"No, somehow you've stolen into my vault and taken my things, I know it!"
"No," was Hermione's hurried interjection.
The pale woman with the rotten, darkened teeth, turned with her wand drawn and stunned four snatchers who had interrupted the scene by asking for payment, screaming invectives as she did so. Once they were down and blinking, bound and breathless, she ordered Draco to carry each one to the courtyard where she could "Deal with them after this..."
What did she mean? Simply~
"Take them to the Dungeons," she said, her tone empty. Just as the remaining snatchers and Greyback went to remove the trio, she paused. "Wait. All except for the Mudblood."
Ron lost his shit, begging the woman, his voice loud and trembling, "No! Wait! You can have me! Keep me!"
Her laughter in response was chilling. With a wicked smirk she responded that if Hermione died while being interrogated, she would be sure to get to him next because "A blood traitor is right next to a mudblood in my book."
Then the duo was gone and Hermione was alone and flailing under the cruciatus curse, screaming out answers to questions she could barely hear. Draco returned just as Bellatrix threatened to run her through with a knife but still, Hermione never wavered in her story of the sword being a copy, a fake. He felt positively ill, his body wanting to move forward, to protect his girl, but he couldn't, not if he wanted all of them to fucking survive! So, he watched and shuddered against the want to kill his aunt and his father, Greyback and the remaining snatchers.
His sensitive hearing picked up the sound of Ron screaming, yelling for the young woman who bled and writhed beneath the curse being used on her, flailing against the cuts which ravaged her soft flesh, tore through it like she was no better than melted butter. Meanwhile, Luna (who had been captured earlier, along with a few others) had freed the young men using a rusted nail, her soft voice and steady hands a drone beneath Ron's bereavement.
As soon as Harry was freed, he gripped the pouch he had hanging from his neck and searched it for a brief moment before finding a piece of mirror enchanted by Sirius. A blue eye stared through it and Harry had only a brief moment to beg for help before Draco came down to fetch the goblin, Griphook, for the woman who was STILL tormenting his beloved. Harry begged the goblin to lie so that Hermione's torture would cease but he had no way of knowing if the snobbish humanoid would.
Suddenly, Dobby appeared in all of his battered glory. Once Draco saw the elf, he retreated to the stairs and marched the goblin along, his ears still ringing with the fresh screams of his girl, his mate, his love. Oddly enough, Griphook denied the sword as goblin forged thus causing a pause in the young woman's pain, a pause in which she fell unconscious. It was at that moment that Dobby reappeared and the door leading down into the dungeons opened.
A few minutes later, Peter Pettigrew was dead by his own hand and Harry and Ron were released, the last two held in the cells as the others had been elf apparated out first. As the duo rushed up the stairs, they heard Griphook denying the authenticity of the sword once more and the dreadful silence. They burst through the doors just in time to see Bellatrix snatch up Hermione, a bloody silver knife at her throat.
"Come any closer and she dies," the wide-eyed witch cackled even as Lucius pressed his hand to his dark mark thus summoning Voldemort.
Moments later Dobby loosened the chandelier, sending it crashing to the floor. As Bellatrix jumped away, leaving Hermione to her own fate, Ron scrambled forward and snatched the unconscious female from the wreckage, laying her behind them as the duo dueled against Draco and Greyback. Harry noted that Draco only sent light hexes their way, things like a stinging hex, and most of those missed. Finally, he physically attacked Draco and took his wand. Tossing Pettigrew's wand to Ron who then turned to pick up Hermione and Bella's wand, the reunited trio were soon joined by the goblin and Dobby who turned to apparate away. At that moment, the messy-haired woman threw her knife, just as they disappeared.
Draco felt useless, especially since his wand was gone. His father had been stunned and bound, he himself had been caught with a few hexes and Greyback was a mess of slices and lumpy flesh. Bellatrix remained mostly unscathed, probably due to her late arrival in joining the battle but she was the most furious, her voice a barely audible screech as she ranted and raved.
The younger blond male could only direct his thoughts to Hermione. Was she alright, had her friends gotten to her in time? Chewing on his bottom lip until it bled, he paced with his gray eyes now a storm of emotion. His father noticed but said not a word, not until the thin form of their supposed Lord returned. It was then that words erupted, as each remaining member of the fight begged forgiveness for their stupidity in not contacting him when they first captured the trio of young people.
Their punishment was swift and brutal with the brunt of it being born by the werewolves among the crew, Draco and Greyback. Crucios and hexes, dark magics that hadn't been used in well over a century fired through the air, dropping the wolves to their knees and then to their backs. Once everyone else had been "punished", their supposed Lord then announced an edict that none would be able to leave the premises, not even Draco to return to the school. They had fucked up and He was not happy. However, he did allow Bellatrix to contact Gringott's in a bid to warn them that she no longer had her wand.
It was a good move on her part.
Meanwhile~At Shell Cottage
Dobby was dead.
The knife Bellatrix had thrown caught him right in the chest and his last words had been "Harry Potter." It took hours to dig his grave but much less time to make his gravestone which simply read Here Lies Dobby~A Free Elf. By the time Harry retreated to the small house, Hermione had been taken upstairs, her bleeding stopped, her cuts healed, or as well as they could be, since the blade had been cursed. She now had scars on her chest, just above her right breast, a long slash over her collarbone and a word carved into her left forearm, just in case she forgot what purebloods thought of her kind.
The potions given to her had knocked her out and she had awakened just after Harry finished saying goodbye to Dobby. Minutes later, he had climbed the stairs and opened the door to where one of his best friends rested.
'How do you feel?"
"I'm okay Harry."
"Good." He paused, green eyes trained on Hermione's face. "Why didn't Draco tell them it was me? Why didn't he throw stronger hexes and curses, especially since we were in a fucking battle? Why did he look like his heart was breaking when he came down to the dungeons to retrieve Griphook and why did he never tell them that the other prisoners were gone?"
Hermione drew in a breath and then answered, in order; "I don't know. I don't know but probably because he didn't want to hurt you or Ron. I'm his mate and he couldn't protect me. And again, I don't know."
Harry latched onto the third answer. "His mate, is he like a Veela?"
"Something like," was her succinct reply.
The messy-haired young man paused and gave long thought to what he had seen, what he knew. Suddenly a thought struck him. "He's a werewolf-like Remus, isn't he?"
"I took a wizard's vow at the beginning of the school year. I am not at liberty to say. If we survive this war, you can ask him."
Harry shook his head. "I don't need to and I don't want to embarrass him. It's his business, not mine but it does explain the wolf charm and bracelet. When did you know?"
"I knew about being his mate on Christmas day. Narcissa sent me a journal....please don't ask me anything else about him, Harry." She stopped speaking. "Shit. Give me my bag, please! I have to write to him, let him know I am okay!"
Harry did as he was asked. "Write to him? Was that the piece of parchment you constantly wrote on? Protean charm?"
"Yes, yes and yes." Her scrabbling fingers soon pulled the parchment out and found a quill. "Wait a minute, Harry."
She then wrote:
Love,
I am healed but scarred and okay.
Don't worry.
I hope your punishment was not too awful.
A few minutes later he replied and she could feel his pain through the words, a pain that seemed to almost break him.
Don't worry about me. Is Potter okay?
I tried not to hit him or Weaselbee with anything.
Tell him, however, that he took my damned wand.
I love you and I am so sorry that I couldn't take your pain.
I am sorry that I couldn't do more to help.
I am sorry that I couldn't get you all out sooner.
I tried. Please forgive me.
Hermione handed Harry her things so that he could respond.
Malfoy
Both Ron and I are fine, thanks to you and Dobby.
I know I took your wand but I had no choice, did I?
Sorry about that.
As for all the apologies that concern all of us?
You did the best you could, even if I don't understand why.
Thank you.
HP
The parchment remained empty for a long moment or so but when it filled up with words, Harry was still with her, even though no one had seen Ron, not yet.
Sweetness,
I give you permission to tell Potter everything. Not Weaselbee but Potter should understand. Tell him about our meeting with Dumbledore in January and who he can ask for the memories and Dumbledore's journal. I think he locked those things in his desk or hid it with Shacklebolt or Weasley. You might as well tell Potter about Theo, too, as he will find out anyway if he goes to see the Headmaster's memories of me. Tell him who and what I am. He deserves that.
I am not allowed to return to school because we "allowed" you three to escape. I am a good enough Occulemens that I can keep my part in that safely hidden so do not worry; I will garner no more punishment from it. It is my plan to escape from here as soon as I can. Hopefully, either Arthur or Kingsley can take me to my mom until this ends. With any luck, Potter will finish this soon. We just have to believe right? I believe in you.
Anyway, I love you and as soon as this is over, I plan to mark you and then marry you. You've been warned.
Me
Hermione told Harry everything and he allowed her to talk, listening in his way, his eyes focused on the fleeting expressions as she gave him all of the information she had. Almost two hours later, she had finished and her best friend was stunned.
"So he and Nott were working for the Order but only four people in the organization knew? Snape is a spy? Wow. You know I never believed you about Malfoy's lack of a mark and for that, I am so sorry. I now believe that the mark would have been easier for him to bear. You don't have to worry about me saying anything to anyone, though. I will not break his confidence in either you or me, I swear." He dropped his head. "I hated him, you know? I thought him cowardly. How could I be so blind? How could I not see it? At least I know why Snape is so damned hateful. The man is under pressure, all the time, though I suppose it's a good thing Malfoy went to him, right?"
Hermione gave him a grim little smile. "Professor Snape never wanted anyone to know. Draco told me something but it was Dumbledore (during one of our meetings to pass information) that he let the entirety of it slip, almost as if he wanted me, and therefore you, to understand. " She paused. "That man is probably how we can help Draco escape from the Manor since Snape has to appear there for the revels and meetings. I should pass that along to Bill after you retrieve the memories and stuff."
Harry nodded, looked pensive. "He didn't give permission for that though."
"No worries, Harry. I will ask him if he will allow it, I promise." She yawned and scooted down into the comfort of her bed. "I am sorry but I am exhausted. Talk later?"
The young man rose with a smile. "Sure, Hermione. Rest well." Then? He was gone.
The next few weeks were filled with the Trio resting up and discussing ways to break into Gringotts for a chance to search the LeStrange vault. Harry thought, given the way Bellatrix had reacted when she saw the sword, that she was hiding something more valuable there, a Horcrux. Hermione, given time, had agreed with his assessment. Ron, not having any ideas of his own had eventually conceded to their desire simply to be doing something. Luckily enough, Hermione had access to one of Bellatrix's hairs and it would be easy enough to disguise Ron while Harry remained hidden but all three of them understood that the plan would NOT work if they didn't have a goblin on their side, one who knew exactly where the vault was located.
Harry decided to ask Griphook, especially since he was only free due to Harry's instructions to Dobby. Griphook disagreed, instead stating that HIS actions concerning the sword were what allowed Hermione to be saved. Hours later, after a conversation which twisted viciously, it was agreed that if the goblin helped, Harry would give him the sword in return. Finally, a date was set, May 1st, and the plan, implemented.
Everything went off without a hitch, at first. Harry and Griphook got in under Harry's invisibility cloak while Ron and Hermione waded into the bank on sheer brass. Of course, it required quite a bit of subterfuge and snide remarks from Hermione but eventually they were on their way, in a cart, headed down, down, down. Upon entering, Harry whipped off the cloak but Griphook warned him about the curse (spell?) that was used for protection for THIS vault: anything they touched would multiply. Rapidly. And it would grow hot, hot enough to burn skin and if they didn't find what they were looking for quickly, the heat would burn them alive.
"You'll have to careful, Harry."
And it was fine...for a minute or so, until someone tripped and fell into a shelf. Coins rapidly grew into a mound which made the floor slippery. Something else then, some kind of jewelry box. There were multiple ouches and scrabbling. The mound rose. Luckily, Harry spotted Helga Hufflepuff's cup and reached for it with the sword. They slipped from his grasp, both the sword and cup.
Griphook caught the sword and fled. Harry grasped the cup just in time because he heard Griphook bellow, "Intruders! Thieves in the vault!" A storm of footsteps came running. The three young people escaped the vault and hustled downward, and happened upon a great dragon, one that had been abused and looked old.
Harry asked it in Parseltongue if it wanted to be free (why that worked no one could say for sure) and with a roar, the dragon agreed and allowed the three to climb upon it's back after Hermione unlocked the chains which had kept it trapped. Once the trio was seated, those huge wings began to beat and within minutes, they were through the grand hall (destroying great swathes of the area) and out into the night sky.
They had done it!!
Half an hour or so later, the trio emerged from a lake where the dragon had dropped them and was busily discussing what to do next. Harry thought that they should sneak into Hogwarts to see if there was another Horcrux hidden there. He also knew they would need the last basilisk fangs hidden in the chamber of secrets since they no longer had the sword.
So, off they Apparated to Diagon Alley and from there to Hogsmeade and the tunnel which lead from the Hogs Head Inn into the ROR at Hogwarts. They spent a few minutes in conversation with Aberforth but eventually Hermione had noticed a beautifully painted portrait of a young woman and learned of her history. It was the gruff older male who moved the large picture aside so that the trio could enter the tunnel beyond it.
(AN2: The date for the break-in and the results from it are correct and were verified in the usual way. The capture and escape date was subjective but based on the supposed week-long Easter break of that year. I like the idea of the dragon being asked for his/her help thus the use of Parseltongue. Again, for the canon bits, I tried to keep it correct as much as I could.)
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