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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Draco shifted Hermione in his lap so he could stretch out his leg. He didn’t necessarily want to, but it was cramping something fierce. He was surprised he could feel it at all, having sat on the cold stone for Merlin knew how long. Hermione offered to let him sit on her for a while but he’d practically snapped her head off for the thought. He hadn’t done right by her since they first met, but he was going to now.

“How long do you think we’ve been in here now?” she whispered, her voice rough from being parched.

“Who knows? Too bloody long though. We’ve got to eat soon.”

“I have a feeling we’ll freeze to death first.”

Draco chuckled humorlessly. “Sounds a bit like Déjà vu to me.”

“Quite, except last time, we were offered something.”

“What does the room want?”

Hermione shrugged and shifted so he could stretch out his other leg as well. She placed hers on top of his to try and keep them warmed up. It wasn’t much but it might keep him from losing a limb to frostbite. She couldn’t see anything in the pitch black room but she had a feeling he was dangerously close to losing a few digits at least. She knew she was and he’d been in contact with the ground.

“I think it probably wants us to reconsider splitting up but it doesn’t realize that it’s just impossible.”

Draco nodded, his chin bumping against the top of her head. “It only sees the turmoil, not the consequences of staying together.”

Before they could say another word, the room shifted again. Hermione was horrified to see in the new light that Draco’s toes were starting to look rather grey and lifeless. She held back her tears, knowing she couldn’t let them spill for fear of making things worse. There was a spell she’d learned on the battlefield, one to heal skin tissue that died because of a curse. She laid a tentative finger on his toes, noting his pained hiss, and putting all of her power behind the spell. Draco let out a sharp cry of pain but the spell had done what it was meant to do and his toes were a healthy color again. She felt very tired though.

“You’ve exhausted yourself,” Draco growled and gathered her close to him. “But thank you.”

“What is this place?” Hermione whispered, looking at the room surrounding them. It was a replica of the third floor staircase. She happened to know that it had a rather lovely cupboard under it that no one seemed to use. She’d snuck in it a few times to be alone.

“It’s the castle of course.”

“I know that,” she snapped. “But this place isn’t in the ROR and I highly doubt someone would want to mimic the broom cupboard.”

Muffled voices caught their attention. It was Gryffindor and Rowena. They were trying to straighten their clothing while stumbling out of the cupboard. A tiny little girl was skipping down the hallway towards them. Her dark auburn hair bounced behind her as she hummed a tune. She skidded to a stop, her eyes huge as she saw something at the end of the stairwell. Draco and Hermione turned to see what was wrong but it was too dark to see. Surely the founders weren’t going to hurt her.

A loud hissing reverberated down the hallway followed by two huge yellow eyes.

“No,” Rowena whispered and ran to get the child before something happened. She was too late. The little girl lay limp in her arms, her beautiful grey eyes glassy in death.

“No!” A tortured male voice filled the air.

Gryffindor seemed to shake out of his stupor and drew his sword, clambering after the sound. The room seemed to split in two. In one part, Rowena sent for Helena, the latter of which crumpled at seeing the lifeless child in her crying friend’s arms. In the other, Gryffindor managed to corner the cloaked man.

“I never meant for it to hurt her,” the man croaked.

“Then why loose the beast?” Gryffindor growled. “It will kill anyone.”

“It was to follow my commandments. Only those who were not pure.”

“And what dost thou suppose Magdalene was Salazar?”

“She was my child,” the man wailed and fell to his knees in madness. “What have I done?”

The scene dissolved out leaving two startled teens in their wake.

“That didn’t happen in the ROR,” Draco whispered.

“I think these are the castle’s memories as a whole,” Hermione croaked. “Oh Gods, Salazar killed his little girl on accident with the basilisk.”

Another scene formed. This one showed a distraught Violeta Stitch running down the hallway, clearly terrified of something. There was a cloaked figure following her and it didn’t look like it wanted to carry her books. It cornered her, blasting her wand out of her hand and pinning her to the wall.

“Thou thought thou couldst deny me? Thy father hast cancelled our betrothal, but I will get what is mine.”

Hermione and Draco tried to drown out the shrieks and terrified screams that followed. Their eyes were squeezed tight as they turned to the corner. Ripping clothing, the sound of slaps, the begging, struggling, grunting, screaming, and then silence. They both emptied the non-existent contents of their stomachs when they were brave enough to turn around. Violeta had remained a spinster because her attacker had disfigured her face. No one would dare want her after that. She faded away.

Another vision of an upset Shakespeare wandering down another hall appeared. The couple watched in horror as a cloaked man shot out from behind a tapestry and engaged William in a duel, quickly overpowering him. They tried not to vomit as they recognized the man was the same one who had violated Violeta so horribly.

“Ah dear William, alas, thou might hadst tasted Violeta first, but thou wilst never do so again. Furthermore, thou wilst never perform magic again. Pity. Together, thou might have been stronger.”

“What’s he doing?” Hermione whimpered as she watched poor Shakespeare floating in the air only to be shackled against the wall and held under a spell that looked as painful as a cruciatis.

“He’s taking his magic,” Draco said, trying desperately not to vomit again. “That’s Yardley Platt.”

“The serial Goblin killer?” Hermione asked incredulously.

“Seen the Chocolate Frog card have you?”

“Ron had him. Always gave me the creeps.”

Draco shuddered. “I’ll never be able to look at it again.”

“Shakespeare really was a muggle after that,” Hermione whispered, watching as Platt walked away laughing maliciously while William lie in a puddle of his own blood.

The scene faded into blackness. The teenagers clung to each other as hard as they could. The horrible images were burned into their psyches, as was Platt’s declaration of them being stronger together. When the light came back some time later, they didn’t want to look, but they knew the room would wait for them. It had with Violeta.

“I will kill her Verne,” a young man said as he held Cassandra at wand point. “And I will take what is mine before I do.”

“She is mine,” Jules said strongly, drawing his wand as his eyes stared deeply into Cassandra’s. She looked so sad in that moment. She had to know what was next.

“No Jules,” she said quietly. “He is my intended. Let it be. Please.”

Jules nodded, sheathing his wand in defeat. Trelawney (they guessed) chuckled before he released Cassandra and then promptly back handed her. She hit the wall with a thud and fell unconscious to the floor. Trelawney had Jules against the wall before he could draw.

“Coward,” Trelawney sneered. “I might have considered letting you go if you had tried to defend her. Now though…”

Draco and Hermione prayed for the end as Jules was also stripped of his magic. Cassandra had to have known it was coming but they couldn’t help but wonder. What would have happened if he’d fought?

AN: Stubborn, aren't they? I know I threw you all for a loop last chapter. We'll learn more about Venus later, but she isn't Hermione. Remember, Snape and Lilly were in sixth year when Venus was born, making her and Harry at least 4 years apart. Though I am insanely glad that I'm still a step ahead of you guys. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm tempted to print them all out and make wallpaper out of them. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys!
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