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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Blinded Chapter 15
There had been times in Draco Malfoy's life where he had felt uneasy and about ready to jump out of his own skin. One of those times was when he had sat under the Sorting Hat his first year. He worried about where the hat would place him because he knew if he was placed anywhere other than Slytherin, his father would find some way to kill him. No Malfoy had been sorted anywhere but in Slytherin. He was grateful that the hat had decided quickly to put him in Slytherin before he quit breathing. It was recorded as one of the fastest sortings that'd been done in hundreds of years.
Then when he'd played Seeker in his first Quidditch game during his second year. Not only was he playing against his archenemy Harry Potter, but he knew his father was in the crowd to watch the match along with his elite "friends." He knew the shaming that would take place if Harry caught the snitch instead of him. In fact, that was exactly what happened when Gryffindor beat them. His father found many ways to make his life miserable at the embarrassment that Draco had caused for Lucius Malfoy.
Next, of course, had been when his father had bungled up the mission at the Department of Mysteries while trying to retrieve the prophecy for The Dark Lord. With his father in Azkaban, The Dark Lord had wasted no time in making The Malfoys pay for Lucius's foolishness and ineptness, and Draco had been forced to be marked as a Death Eater. He almost would have rather been killed than go through the pain of being marked and then given the task of killing his headmaster at his school, Albus Dumbledore.
Additionally, there was the feeling of utter revulsion as he stood on the Astronomy Tower, pointing his wand at Dumbledore which had made him want to jump off of the tower first. His lips had felt frozen together as he tried to mumble out, "Avada Kadavra", while his quivering hand made his wand shake uncontrollably. He knew he was going to be killed because he couldn't do what Voldemort had ordered him to do. Thank the Gods for Severus Snape and his Unbreakable Vow he'd made with his mum to do the deed if he couldn't kill the headmaster.
Lastly, he had felt that feeling of pure repugnance, when he came home to The Manor to find Astoria lying dead in the nursery and his only son stolen away in the middle of the night. There had been absolutely nothing he could do this whole time in going out there to save his son. There had been no leads on where the children were until now. Scorpius was in Ireland and by the Gods, why were they here having another God-forsaken meeting to discuss details again? Why were they not there searching for the children immediately?
When Scorpius had first been kidnapped there had been something Draco had wanted to do. It was dark, blood magic that needed only one finite detail, which was the basic location of the whereabouts of the children. Most "Light" wizards would never even think of using this spell, but Draco, deep inside, still felt drawn to the blood magic that could be performed on family members. This particular location spell was something he'd only heard and read about but never tried. He hadn't even spoken about it to Hermione, because he knew that she'd probably shoot it down instantly. Time had run out and Draco was tired of waiting.
He sat at the back of the room as he watched the many Aurors and Hit Wizards come into the room for the briefing. The great Harry Potter stood at the front waiting as the room filled up and the noise settled down. As Harry began the briefing telling about the up to date details of the case, Draco made up his mind at that moment to leave. He'd go out on his own to perform the location spell using his own blood. He'd seen the map that had been sent showing where Hermione was supposed to show up that night. Draco briefly glanced her way, noticing that she kept playing with her curly hair as Harry talked. She also was biting her bottom lip not showing the quiet confidence that she normally did in these kinds of situations. Draco wished he could stay with her, but he knew that Harry and Ron would be there for her. Scorpius and the other children had no one there to protect them. His son had been crying out for him in his dreams so many nights. He didn't think his heart could break any more. Though he hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor, he'd gained much from working with Hermione the past several months. He'd gained strength and courage from the association.
Now he was planning on stealing out the back door and didn't want to draw any attention to himself. Anyhow, by the time Hermione was ready to go to her expected place, who knows where the children could be by then. Maybe they were moving the children right now and he couldn't take that chance. He stood, casting a Notice Me Not charm and left the room. He headed back to The Manor to grab a few things in order to do the location spell. Draco needed a lock of Scorpius's hair, and he would use his own blood. He knew that there would probably be consequences to his actions tonight, but consequences be damned. For the first time in many months, there was a little glimmer of hope starting to burn in Draco's soul. That was all he needed to fuel him on in trying to rescue his son and the other children.
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Hermione's head would not stop pounding. Harry would not stop talking. He seemed to be droning on and on and it sounded like a jumbled mess to her. Time was running out when she'd be facing the MacAteer family again. She knew they hated her. Yes, it had been her that'd run the investigation finding them guilty of kidnapping and murdering children. Crazy people like the MacAteers always blamed others for their woes and their wrong actions. No one had forced them to kidnap and murder children. It had been a revenge scheme against families that had bested the MacAteers in magical business and sports. To say that the MacAteers were poor losers was putting it at such a childish level when what they had done had been so horrific. Hermione still had to take away memories from her head in order to sleep at night after she had been the one opening many of the packages. The monsters had found joy in chopping children into pieces. Thank the Gods the cousins in charge of the operation now weren't so bloodthirsty.
Hermione had finally had enough. She stormed up to the front, "Enough talk Harry! This is what will happen." After five minutes of her instructions, they all filed out to go to their designated locations. No one had seen Draco Malfoy who'd left twenty minutes earlier. Hermione in her rush hadn't noticed him not being there either. It would not be until later, way later, that either one of them would realize that there is a saying, "Safety in Numbers," that is used for a good reason.
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This is a short interlude that had been playing in my mind leading up to all of them heading to Ireland. Next time we will have everyone there in Ireland dealing with the MacAteers. I hope you'll be there along for the ride. Thanks to all that have been reading and reviewing. It is so appreciated!
Also, I looked everywhere for location spells using blood magic in the HP World. This is a dark spell, so only those Pureblood families would have access to those spells. Right? I did actually find a Wiccan spell very similar to what I wrote AFTER I had written this chapter.
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