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Chapter
14 – Hogwarts

Dumbledore
was running his eyes through the first paragraphs that filled the
ancient book he had on his hands as if trying to solve a very
difficult riddle hidden behind the lines.

“...
A long, long time ago; before Merlin and Circe, in a land of constant
wars; muggles and wizards cohabited together in peace. Differences
were set by territory and family rather than kind.

It
is said that during those times of war. The villagers would choose a
sorcerer and sacrifice three of their most brave warriors, to bestow
upon him the power of their lives combined; in exchange, the sorcerer
would be forced to protect the king of the village, for whom the
warriors had been sacrificed. During times of war and danger, the
sorcerer senses were heightened and it was his duty to protect the
king and his people with his last breath, or be punished with
unbearable pain.

This
was the Telum Curse; those who were bestowed with it...”

A
sudden spark that appeared on the fire signalling the arrival of a
newcomer, a familiar platinum head appearing through the flames made
him close his book and leave it on top of the table; the young Malfoy
had finally arrived.

*

Draco’s
father had made sure he received the best care after he returned
home, his recovery took two weeks, in which he barely talked with his
father; his mother never stopped asking questions about how his
injuries had come to pass but neither his father nor he ever gave her
an answer.

Draco
had found out in his torturing cell that it had all been a set up;
when his father said that there was only one existing copy of the
curse, he meant that the book had been created as part of the scheme.
The details of the curse were true, but were all the consequence of
the Telum Curse delivered incompletely; the so called antidote had
only sealed the curse and triggered her transformation.

The
worst piece of information that cell had brought to him was that if
there had been a way of ridding her of the curse or the twins, he
wouldn’t have ended up being tortured in the first place, the
Dark Lord had tried the knowledge of all his followers, including his
father, before he decided to punish him.

It
was, to this point, his task, to rid “the weapon” of her
spawns, and it was common knowledge among the deatheaters that his
failure on this task would result in his imprisonment and imminent
death – by means of torture.

He
knew he didn’t have to prod his father for the information or
means he needed for this task, but he also knew, that if his father
had any of the knowledge or means, he would already have given them
to him. Draco was, after all, his only son and heir, and he’d
witnessed how he had thanked the Dark Lord for freeing him, and later
be crucioed because of it too.

So
there wasn’t much to talk about between father and son, though
it didn’t stop his father from visiting him daily, and it
didn’t stop Draco from seeing his father’s silent visits
as a confirmation of his failure.

On
his last day at home Draco asked for a detailed description of the
Telum Curse; history and consequences; only to find out they had
already been packed in his trunk and were waiting for him in front of
the floo.

At
his arrival to Hogwarts Dumbledore asked for a pensieve of everything
that had transpired; to which Draco obliged before leaving his
office. Dumbledore didn’t send for him after that.

*

Hermione
had used this time to learn about magical twin pregnancies, she’d
submerged herself in the library and hadn’t come out until she
had a large stack of books which she levitated to her dorm, and
placed in her trunk, she made sure to put a disorienting charm on
them in case anyone came too close.

She
had learned that during these pregnancies magical foetuses would
fight for space inside the womb, and emit small bursts of magic
caused by the two new beings developing together; these magical
spurts could hurt some of the organs inside the mother, it could
cause anything from very low fevers to broken ribs and internal
bleeding that ended up causing the mother’s death, or have
premature births. At least the last one was not so different from the
muggle pregnancy for twins.

She
had learned that in the eighteenth century Kaida Van Hurtendrag, a
very well known alchemist, discovered that taking regular calming
potions (exactly the kind that had never worked on her) during
pregnancy would stop the spurts of magic from the foetuses from
hurting her body. Before Kaida, almost all multiple pregnancies in
the wizarding world ended in the death of the mother and sometimes of
the babies when it occurred before delivery, which lead to lots of
miscarriages and the ingrained believe that twins were a death omen.

Even
after learning about the details of her pregnancy, Hermione’s
love for her unborn babies never wavered, for the first time since
her accident in Hogsmeade, she was grateful that her body had become
practically unbreakable since it meant that her babies were safe
inside of her, even from their father, who she hadn’t seen in
more than two weeks.

*

Draco
had never had a problem with nothing being able to hurt her. It took
him a while to surrender to their fate after his return to Hogwarts.

He
knew it was impossible, especially after finishing the books his
father had given him, but that didn’t stop him from trying; he
just had to, he couldn’t bear to see the sight of her
suffering, he learned the hard way when each time he tried something,
she not only grew multiple blades along her legs and arms, she
inadvertently threw splinters his way each time he got too close to
her with harmful intent. It all left him a bleeding mess.

She
would then break down in tears, which more often than not caused
another painful spurt of magic from her womb. It broke his heart each
time it happened, so he stopped altogether.

Their
first exchange of words after his arrival to Hogwarts happened with
both of them lying in the infirmary; he would always have the
curtains drawn around him, since he didn’t want her to see the
little presents the Dark Lord had left on him as reminder. Incredibly
enough it was usually Hermione who broke the silence with a quiet
“Sorry” that escaped her mouth along with a struggling
sob that she would try to conceal.

After
their first few meetings Draco would remind her that it was him who
started it and that she shouldn’t apologize, but that would
usually cause her to burst into tears and ended up with Draco rising
from his bed and walking to her to try to sooth her. During these
times he would never say that he would stop trying but simply hug her
until she fell asleep.

It
took him five of these encounters to finally give up; the twins were
indeed indestructible while they were inside her, and he didn’t
like being the cause of her entering the infirmary more than she
already did.

He
hated more than anything having to see her go through the pain and to
not be able to do something. So he would lie with her in the
infirmary each time it happened, no human force was able to make him
depart and it was obvious that Hermione enjoyed seeing him every time
she woke up next to him in bed.

So
it was, that he would ask her to forgive him in a million ways and
promise that he would never touch her again which only ended up
making her even sadder, so he stopped that too.

During
their talks she’d go into explanations of how their babies were
growing and how in the muggle world they had the technology to take
photos and how she dreamed about going when they finished school and
that the muggle Doctor that took care of her had promised her he
would try to take her do it before that. She ranted about how she
tried to watch her temper now harder than ever because she believed
that the babies could feel everything she was feeling.

It
was all torture for Draco, he would give anything to change places
with her if that’s what it took. If only he could at least take
away the pain she was going through…

After
a while Draco became resigned to the existence of the twins, and
started talking to them while their mother was asleep. Trying,
hoping, praying; begging for them to understand that what they did
was hurting her.

One
night in the middle of another grieving monologue, while he was
caressing her tummy he felt a little spark of electricity go through
his hand that filled him with an immense feeling of calm. It startled
him and when he tried to raise his hand the green ray of energy
followed through making a visible shining streak of light. Then
another golden beam of light that came from inside her womb and
sparked causing a circular glow in her body that made her sleepy form
moan in satisfaction.

He
couldn’t believe his eyes so he uncovered the piece of cloth
that covered her tummy and saw a rainbow of colours flowing all over
her stomach some of them shinning through. He placed his hand on top
of her, and touched her with a finger, trying to follow the movement
when suddenly another bright light came through and touched him
again, filling him with a feeling he knew all too well; one he’d
had a lot of trouble voicing.

He
heard Hermione sigh again and couldn’t resist the urge to drop
down and kiss her tummy; suddenly another ray flew through her making
him jump back.

“Can
you feel them?” the sound of her groggy voice surprised him but
she continued “they do that from time to time, they are the
only calming draught that goes through me, I guess it’s because
it comes from inside, I like to think I can calm them too, that’s
why I’ve taken so much care in guarding my emotions; they like
to reciprocate, I guess. I read in a muggle book that the first
emotions that a human can produce are anger, sadness, happiness, fear
and love; but the only thing I can feel from them is happiness and
love. It’s soothing, can you feel it” she said taking his
hand and pressing it against her skin “Yes, I can” Draco
answered smiling, even though he soon realised it was all too good to
be true; “you’re lying” he said, adapting a serious
demeanour to look at her “I’ve seen you writhe in pain
and cry out in sorrow Hermione”, the look in her eyes changed
but she kept his stare as she answered “that was only because
you made me sad and angry, Draco, not them” she saw him cringe
before another yellow ray flew through her and made her laugh.

“They
tickle!” she explained, before another ray flew from her and
touched him “I felt it too” he answered and raised
himself to start showering her tummy with kisses, making her get into
a fit of giggles.

“Draco,
stop! You’re killing me” he stopped only to look at her
and kiss her; when she asked what had happened he answered again
through his kisses “I don’t think– ...I want–
...to be– ... the one who– ... makes you sad– ...or
angry anymore, Hermione”

“Thank
you, Draco” she said with a meaningful look in her eyes.

“That,
and I’m not willing to be beaten by couple of babies in the way
to your heart” he said before he started tickling her again.

When
he had finished tickling her she was panting for breath; before she
could catch it, he leant over her and kissed her thoroughly and
passionately.

*

Draco
came out of the showers and looked up in the mirror, he traced the
lines the needles made along his body as they ran beneath his skin;
he’d grown used to the pain by now, and the calming draughts
Madam Pomfrey gave him seemed to alleviate most of it, although
lately they were reaching further down his arms and soon they would
probably reach his hands, at
least,
he thought; they
no longer explode inside and they no longer move as frequently. His
mother hadn’t been able to get them out and the school nurse
hadn’t been any more successful either, he didn’t wonder
why.

It
was one of the gifts the Dark Lord had bestowed upon him, and
honestly, he didn’t mind all that much. That small part of him
still thought he deserved worse...

*

A
couple of days later Hermione convinced Draco to go to the shack one
more time; they were walking along the passages when Hermione popped
a very inconvenient question.

“Why
are you wearing gloves lately?” she asked while she pulled his
hand as they walked together.

“Don’t
you think they suit me” Draco answered following her through
the passages that took them to their shack.

“Draco,
there are hundreds of things that suit you and I’ve never seen
you wear them more than once”

“It’s
not like I’m wearing the same ones every day!” Draco
faked to be affronted.

“I
don’t like them”

“I
thought you said they suited me”

“They
do”

“So
there’s nothing not to like about them.” He stated.

“I
can never touch you, don’t you miss it too?”

“I
can
touch you” Draco said pulling her back for a fervent kiss.

“That’s
not what I meant” she said, laughing through his lips.

“What
else would you mean?” he said tickling her and carrying her
towards the entrance of the Shack.

“Draco-
No- Wait! Stop! There’s something I want you to see” But
Draco had already stopped exactly because he had seen it.

There,
lying in the far corner of the entrance room; right next to the door
of the room they used, were two cribs and as he looked throughout the
room he saw it painted with a blue sky on top of a landscape with
trees and birds flying and jumping around, it was all carpeted and he
could see different baby toys perfectly ordered in shelves that were
placed around the walls. As he got closer he realised the cribs were
more like baby gyms, and when he entered the room they used, he saw
the real cribs laying each next to an enlarged version of the bed
they shared, it didn’t look anything like the room they had
once used to sleep, it was all painted with a similar landscape to
the room outside but with a bright moon and shining stars. The bed
they shared was enlarged and had two cribs next to each side and
close to the wall.

“When
did you do it?” He asked as he turned to look at her trying
very hard to hide the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat,
since he was used by now to see her shining and hopeful eyes whenever
there was something concerning the twins. He wasn’t mistaken;
she was excited, but she was also; not fooled. She laughed and pulled
him inside sitting him on the bed next to her.

“Right
after I left the infirmary” she said smiling; “Draco,
look; I know how you feel about all of this, but I’m going to
be fine, and even if I’m not I’m not going to leave you
alone”

“Don’t
you even dare say it, you don’t know what you are talking
about; you don’t know what you mean to me”

“I
do know, Draco, but they are your children too, and it’s not
their fault all this has happened, I’m actually very happy it
did. Draco, even my parents are excited, they are not too happy about
me making their same mistakes but they know how I feel and they’ll
support me”

“Do
they know that they could kill you?” he retorted.

“They
know it’s a dangerous pregnancy, but they are all for it, they
sent all of this and promised to take care of them if something
happens, but Draco; I’d like them to have a father at least,
if they are not going to have me”

“Don’t-”

“I
know it’s a possibility, I started a diary I can leave for them
if something happens, I hope I can read it to them when they are old
enough to understand but if I’m not; I want them to know that I
loved them”

“Stop
it!”

“Draco,
please you have to understand, they are going to need you, and I know
you are going to need them too”

“Silencio!”
he casted but as usual it shined through her. But at least the
message got through to her and she stopped, looking sad and
crestfallen

“Draco,
you have to understand”

Draco
was looking defeated, he knelt in front of her and took hold of her
hands; he was not looking at her as he spoke; “I do understand,
Hermione, I understand better than you think. I know it’s not
their fault, you don’t know how aware I am of that fact –
he tightened his hold on her and brought her hands to his lips before
he continued – Gosh, it’s incredible how effective you
can be, way more effective than the Dark Lord; I can’t
guarantee much but I promise that I’ll do all I can to keep
them safe, as long; as long as you try to do the same to stay alive”
he said the last thing looking straight into her eyes.

She
nodded, bringing a smile to her face and hugging him tight. Draco
knew he wouldn’t be able to do much if she died and he knew the
Dark Lord would probably try to go for the twins when he was through
with him, but maybe he could try to fake their deaths too, before
that happened. Maybe, if there was a god out there that heard his
prayers, she would live too; and he would be able to fake her death
as well.

She
was still hugging him as she whispered in his ear; “would I
have done all of this if I were not willing to do my best?”

He
crawled up to the bed and cuddled her in his arms until she fell
asleep; it took Draco almost all night to do the same.

**//**//**//**//**

A/N:
Sorry
to all those that might have felt Draco go a little more soft than
usual on this chapter, you’ll see more of the real him in the
future.

Also
one of the reviewers mentioned how this chapter reminded her of
Edward and Bella from Twilight, it probably was because it was
inspired on them, I won’t say more in case I end up spoiling it
for some of the readers, but I thought I should mention it; the last
book of the saga inspired some of the scenes on this chapter.
Although I feel I should also clarify in case you get your hopes up,
that Draco and Edward are characters too different however similar
some of the details of the situation are and so are their reactions.

Please
review.

A/N:
this is the cookie I wanted to give you after chapter 14; here you
have it while chapter 15 is being revised by my beta, I hope you read
it; it will help you understand lot’s of what’s said in
the next chapter; it’s the continuation of the book Dumbledore
was reading at the beginning of chapter 14.

Here’s
a reminding:

Dumbledore
was running his eyes through the first paragraphs that filled the
ancient book he had on his hands as if trying to solve a very
difficult riddle hidden behind the lines.

“...
A long, long time ago; before Merlin and Circe, in a land of constant
wars; muggles and wizards cohabited together in peace. Differences
were set by territory and family rather than kind.

It
is said that during those times of war. The villagers would choose a
sorcerer and sacrifice three of their most brave warriors, to bestow
upon him the power of their lives combined; in exchange, the sorcerer
would be forced to protect the king of the village, for whom the
warriors had been sacrificed. During times of war and danger, the
sorcerer senses were heightened and it was his duty to protect the
king and his people with his last breath, or be punished with
unbearable pain.

This
was the Telum Curse; those who were bestowed with it...”

And
this is what follows...

“...had
the ability to hunt their king’s enemies the way an animal
hunts their prey; they could scent them from kilometres away, hunt
them, torture them, destroy them or do with them what their king
wished. It is said that some sorcerers would feed on the life of the
enemies and leave nothing but bones; some of them would relish on
their antics while others were haunted by their memories of losing
control.

In
the village of Willencrown it was tradition that the sorcerers were
chosen by heritage and that the burden or honour of carrying such a
distinguished position was passed from father to son when the elder
passed away; it is so that Marckentar, came to power as the Tenth
Telum Sorcerer of Willencrown and married Gherith, daughter of
Rotterthal, the leader of a tribe who had once tried to take control
over the village.

A
year after marrying Marckenthar, Gherith gave birth to a baby girl,
with hair as black as night and with eyes the colour of the moon; she
was named Geezah and was raised by her loving mother and the few
members of family Gherith had left. Her innocent charisma earned her
the love of the court and even her father, who she rarely saw, due to
the time he spent running different errands for the king himself.

No
one would ever tell her what it was exactly that her father did, and
why he was so respected by the whole town. When she asked her mother,
she would get very sad, refuse to answer her questions so she simply
stopped asking.

When
Geezah was ten years old and her father was on one of his rare visits
home, she heard her parents having an argument about her; her mother
was begging her father to spare her, she was begging him to break a
tradition and telling him that Geezah would never be able to do the
horrors her father did and that she would never allow it.

It
was then that it happened, a loud crashing sound was heard from the
room in which her parents were fighting and when she ran towards it,
Geezah saw her father kneeling on the floor in the centre of the room
holding a piece of garment that she recognized as part of the dress
her mother wore. Geezah never saw her mother again after that night;
and her father refused to talk about it.

Geezah
never forgot the way her father held her that night or the grim look
on his face.

Her
mother wasn’t buried since her body was never found but the few
members of her family; Geezah’s grandma and her aunt, made a
ceremony for her under a new moon a month after she passed away, her
father wasn’t present; and it was that same night that Geezah’s
Grandma and aunt took her from the village; the next day her grandma
started giving her classes about meditation and self control.

No
one ever told her the truth until her 16^th
birthday, when they were finally found. It was Geezah who opened the
door and upon seeing her father she threw her arms around him in
welcome and after a few seconds her father hugged her back with
trembling hands. “Are you ok?” she asked, and her
father’s firm response was that they had to leave. Geezah,
being the impetuous girl she was, ran back to the garden to call her
grandma and aunt, she never heard her father’s plea to stop or
saw the strange way in which he followed her; as if he really didn’t
want to.

“Geezah!”
her aunt gasped as she dropped the plates she had been holding when
she saw her.

Geezah
was running towards her aunt to tell her the great news when she saw
the green jet of light that rendered her aunt unconscious, when she
arrived she tried to shake her up and cried for help before she
realized she wasn’t just unconscious. She turned to her father
with a look of horror, he then grabbed her and apparated them away
before he could continue.

As
they landed, Geezah saw her father fall to the ground, shaking as if
in pain, she didn’t care, she needed an explanation, she yelled
at him and cursed him, she realized then, he had taken not one but
two of the people she loved the most. She was hitting him and
thrashing against him asking him why, ironically enough it seemed to
be not her punches but something else which caused him the most pain.

Marckenthar,
tried to hug his daughter while the tremors passed but it took a long
time before Geezah calmed down and he could finally answer “because
their actions threatened the crown, Geezah, they tried to take the
future protector of our people”

“Mom,
never threatened anyone! They never harmed a soul!” Geeza
yelled back

“No,
Geezah, they didn’t” his father answered.

“Then
Why?! Why, father why?!”

“Because
it was my duty; because that’s what I do, Geezah. No one
mourned the death of your mother more than me, love. But I couldn’t
help it”

“How
can you say that, if you didn’t want to kill her, you wouldn’t
have done it! She was my mother!”

“It’s
not that easy, Geezah, we’ve carried the Telum Curse for
generations; I can’t just run away from my obligations to the
crown”

“To
hell with the crown, it was my family you killed!”

“I
didn’t mean to, Geezah, I didn’t want to do it, you have
to believe me...”

“So
that’s why she called you a monster, she was right; I’ll
never be like you!”

“I’m
sorry, love, I’m so sorry, but you don’t have a choice,
we never do.”

Geezah
walked back and started to run towards the door, but it was locked

“We
don’t have much time, Geezah, you have to listen to me”

“I
don’t want to hear another word from you; I’m going back
to grandma. Let me leave!”

“You
don’t understand, Geezah, it will soon be your turn, honey, I’m
dying”

“What
are you talking about?”

“The
Telum Curse, it’s passed from generation to generation, they
are just waiting for me to die”

“You
are not going to die!”

“I
didn’t kill your grandmother, Geezah, I would have spared your
aunt too but you ran to her and I couldn’t avoid it; the king
found out about your kidnap and ordered me to get you, the fact I was
hiding how weak i was made them dubious, they know I’m dying
that’s why they sent me for you, Geezah”

“You’re
not dying!”

“Defying
an order or going against our obligations, Geezah, renders us
helpless; we are bound to our duties by the curse, Geezah, you have
to understand”

“I
understand, I’m never following your footsteps, I’m never
becoming one of you, do you hear me? Now stop your nonsense and let
me out!”

Marckenthar
fell to the ground and rested his head against the wall.

“I’m
sorry, Geezah, but maybe it’s for the best, I left you a diary
with them, they’ll look for you when the time comes” he
said before letting the door open on its own, letting Geezah get out
of there and slamming the door in his face.

It
was for the best, Marckenthar thought, he didn’t want her to
see what awaited him before he too perished, and he knew it wouldn’t
be long until they found her and she wouldn’t have to go
through the death of her grandmother at least. He hoped his theory
was right, and that his daughter, unlike him would learn to restrain
herself from the start. Maybe it wouldn’t be as hard for her as
it was for him. And maybe it wouldn’t lead her to an imminent
death, the way it did with him. He hoped she had a chance to read his
diary and forgive him, someday...”
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