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Death Eater\'s TOY	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11187 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I do not profit from this story.

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Chapter Three – Shell Cottage

Draco was hit by fever only hours later. His mind was a delirium of hallucinations and memories. He had nightmare after nightmare, but couldn’t wake up. He was hiding in a tent in the forest with Potty and the Weasel, which he’d never do. There was a necklace around the ginger’s neck, who then yelled about nonsense and ran off. He was full of so much sorrow at the loss of his best friend and was being comforted by Harry. His mind then jumped to the cosmos where the face of his cousin Sirius shone before the bright star that was his namesake. Draco’s face looked at him from the dragon constellation whose name he bore. He continued to see faces in the stars, but for some reason they faded into the background and were replaced with Granger’s face. His heart thudded, as she was writhing on the floor screaming, “It’s a fake.”

His mind continued to fill with weird images. He was standing in an unfamiliar room and the Golden Trio appeared with Loony Lovegood, Ollivander, and a goblin. Potter quickly ripped his wand from his hand. That scene faded to Potter facing the Dark Lord taunting him in the Great Hall at Hogwarts with Draco’s wand pointed at him.

“It matters not!” The Dark Lord shrieked and soon followed with a cackle that chilled Draco to the bone, as he felt his body shake from the chill. “It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore’s, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape’s supposed great love! Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways that you do not understand! Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got there ahead of you, little boy – I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it; I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore’s last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!”*

Harry kept his wand pointed at the Dark Lord as he suggested the man consider remorse as he valiantly stood before the man that Draco couldn’t dare to look in the eye. The Dark Lord’s voice dropped to a threatening hiss, “You dare—?”*

The green eyed Gryffindor stood firm, “Yes, I dare because Dumbledore’s last plan hasn’t backfired on me at all. It’s backfired on you, Riddle.” The snake faced man’s hand trembled with his wand outstretched and Harry continued to explain, “That wand still isn’t working properly for you because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore.”*

Draco’s eyes snapped open and he was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a room to which he was unaccustomed. He was covered in sweat and he shook with both fear of what haunted him in his dreams and from the fever. His mind quickly processed the information from the dream, but he woke up before the scene fully played out in his mind. Harry’s words regarding the wand and that Snape never defeated Dumbledore echoed in his mind. He gulped as beads of sweat dripped down his face like a river of tears. He’d been the one to disarm the old man in the tower that night, and if he was holding the Elder Wand from the Three Brother’s Tale then Draco was the true owner of the wand. However, if the wand was in the Dark Lord’s hands and his Godfather was killed because the man wished to have control over the thing, then Draco’s life was forfeit. The Dark Lord wouldn’t hesitate to kill him, however if Harry won his wand by ripping it out of his hands or disarming him then would he also gain control over the Elder Wand. Would that mean that Harry would win? Draco would much prefer Azkaban over any punishment the Dark Lord could contrive. He felt too weak to remain upright for any longer and collapsed back into the soft pillows and warm blankets. His eyes shut, as he was once again swept away by his dreams.

He was back in the Great Hall with Harry facing the Dark Lord with Draco’s wand. As the setting sun shone through the windows casting a red hue over both of them, the Dark Lord made his move, “Avada Kedavra.”

Harry cast at the same time but he used his trusty, “Expelliarmus,” they’d learned during their second year dueling club. The red and green spells collided sending the wand in the Dark Lord’s hand flying toward Harry, who caught it with his quick reflexes. The form that once was the Dark Lord fell to the floor lifeless.

Bill Weasley looked down at the boy responsible for letting the Death Eaters into Hogwarts less than a year earlier. He let his fingers trail down his cursed scars from where Greyback managed to tear him open. His French wife loved the fact that he preferred his stakes a bit more on the rare side, as she believed the bloodier the steak the better. He did wonder from time to time if her Veela heritage had something to with her steak preference or if it was a French thing.

When he was first contacted by Aberforth about taking someone into his home, he never imagined it would be the boy who many saw responsible for his disfigurement. However, looking upon the fever stricken teen, he couldn’t possibly fault him for what he did under duress. Harry had informed him that even though Malfoy had fixed the Vanishing Cabinet and let the others into the school, he had no forewarning that Greyback would be accompanying them. Staring at the lines making up the many dark curses surrounding the boy, he couldn’t harbor any anger toward him. He knew that his lovely Fleur would tend to the healing the boy still required, while he concentrated on finding the counter curses and breaking the ones that didn’t have any.

He was happy to have a more challenging project than working at Gringotts under Death Eater control. He really didn’t have the opportunities of going into ancient vaults that he had in previous years. They were holding his family’s blood traitor status against him. Then again he did marry a part Veela, which many purebloods were known to frown upon. His chain of thought was broken when the unconscious boy before him started mumbling in his sleep.

“Why would I ever be in a tent with Potty and the Weasel? Why’d the ginger just run out on me and Potter? Doesn’t he know that we need him? Snape loved Lily Potter and the Dark Lord is mocking Harry with the knowledge. What do you mean Snape is dead because I disarmed Dumbledore? I’m confused; does this mean that Harry can really win? I don’t think I can do it. I really don’t think I can do it.”

Bill noticed the boy was thrashing around and thought it best not to be present when he awoke, so he quickly left the room. He couldn’t help but wonder why Draco would be spewing such nonsense in his fevered state. However, some of what he said made the eldest Weasley child speculate. Was there a possibility that Draco Malfoy could redeem himself in the end? Could he make up for his past digressions? Bill sighed as he reached his small study and rubbed his temples. Only time would tell.

The next time he awoke, he didn’t find himself alone. A familiar blonde with compelling blue eyes was present and he was awestruck by her beauty. “Ah, you’re awake. Zat tis better. You were moaning some strange tings.”

Draco gulped, “I was having strange dreams. Probably just fever induced hallucinations.”

A long haired red head with claw marks on his right cheek stood at the doorway, “Ah, I see that you’ve awoken. I’ve been working hard on trying to peel away those nasty curses, and unfortunately it hasn’t been helping with your health. We were able to hear from Longbottom that you were found in a horrible state. My wife and I have been working hard to try and heal you. We understand that you’ve had a falling out with the Death Eaters and St Mungo’s may not be safe for you with the current unstable climate.”

Draco shook his head and closed his eyes, “Don’t worry about me. I’m only facing the consequences of my actions. Don’t waste your time on me if it will hinder your ability to help Harry defeated the Dark Lord.” He let out a slow breath and was soon comfortably nestled back in the bosom of sleep.

Draco sat in what was left of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. He was huddled over a table with his mother and father. His father seemed very unsure of what was going to happen to them, but his mother smiled at him and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes held a knowing look that Draco couldn’t understand until she spoke, “Draco darling, I always wondered if you’d get the gift that runs strong from my mother’s side. Seeing you here with me viewing future events, tells me that you have inherited it after all. I’m afraid what may have happed to cause it to manifest at such a young age.”

He looked at her and felt his anger bubble as he moved his eyes in the direction of his father, “I’m sure you know what happened to me Mother. As, father’s choices led to my torture at the hands of the people he praised when I was still but a child.”

Her blue eyes shone with sorrow, “I knew when he was going down that path that only darkness would follow, but I couldn’t stop the future. Sometimes, we have the power to change events, but other times we must play our part so that fate and destiny can be fulfilled. We must do our part to help Potter defeat the Dark Lord. You’re having these visions for a reason and you know what you have to do. I know, my son, that you will follow a different path than your father. He’s already regretting the path he chose and hopes that you’ll be a better man.”

Draco looked down at the table rubbing his temples. He remembered dreaming about Granger and something to do with the stars, so perhaps it had something to do with fate? He looked back up and locked his grey eyes, the eyes so much like his father, with his mother’s loving orbs, “Yes, but what if my future leads me to marrying a muggle-born?”

She moved strands of her white blonde hair behind her ear, which Draco recognized as a nervous twitch, “Yes, well I never really wanted to cut off communications with Andromeda when she married Ted; however I had to go along with your father. I will make sure you’re not disowned because you’ve found your destined partner among the muggles, a magical diamond in the rough, if you will. I fear that the inbreeding within the pureblood families is only causing more problems than good. Your father and I wanted more than one child, but you were the only miracle we were blessed with.”

He sighed in a bit of relief, but he still felt uncomfortable with the idea that his future lay in the hands of a girl he bullied and tortured in school. Why had he concentrated so much on Potter and his friends? It was simple, he was jealous of what they had and angry that Potter had the audacity to refuse his friendship. “But how could I have a future when I’m on the wrong side of the war? Doesn’t my only future exist within the walls of Azkaban?”

“Darkness shall fall upon him in his seventeenth year, but he will be saved by the Aurors’ son. He shall reside in a cottage by the sea, with the only ones able to set him free. He will find salvation in the arms of a poet and find love he never was deemed capable of. You see, my son, she is your perfect counterweight. She has always kept you on your toes, and together you’ll have both attractive and intelligent children. You’ve already been given the opportunity to turn your future around.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tenderly.

“Are you and father safe?” It came out in a whisper as his true fears bubbled to the surface.

She smiled sadly, “We’re as safe as we can be with that monster taking over our home. We have Bella’s protection for now and no one’s willing to cross her family. She believes that your father’s a failure, but she still has some sisterly loyalty when it comes to me. I know from what I’ve seen that we’ll make it through this relatively safe, as long as we follow our destinies and play our part instead of fighting against it.”

Draco crossed his arms, “How can you have so much faith in something so untouchable? I’ve always thought divination was rubbish, and now you’re telling me I come from a line of Seers. How could I have prophetic dreams?”

Her head bowed, “Sometimes one just needs to have a bit of faith. I have faith that the love your father and I have for you and each other will overcome the dark residue consuming our home. The stars are trying to tell you something. Take the time to listen Draco; we may miss our opportunity to survive this war if you don’t.”

Draco shot up in bed, he had no idea how for how he’d been out, but he felt much better than the last time he awoke. He looked around the room and actually noticed the details he missed before. He was in a full sized bed, which was much smaller than the king size he had at home, but similar to his bed at Hogwarts. The walls were in a warm cream color with moving paintings of ships and beaches. The blankets covering him were a light blue. He felt safe in the room, in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. He sighed and looked out the large window his bed was facing. He was mesmerized by the greys of the clouds and the vastness of the ocean before him. He watched the crashing waves and with each one he felt as if a weight was being lifted from his shoulders. He was spellbound by the beauty out the window and lost all sense of reality.

He didn’t even notice when someone entered the room until she spoke, which caused him to jump and quickly look around. He held his hand to his fast beating heart and gasped, “Why’d you sneak up on me like that?”

Her blue eyes widened, “I did no such ting. You were asleep for a week, ‘ow was I to know you’d be awake?”

He closed his eyes for a moment and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ve been asleep for a week? Please tell me the fever broke and that the dark residue from that evil snake man is finally off of me.”

“I’ll go get Bill to answer those questions.” She quickly left the room.

Draco felt his breath quicken as he remembered the conversation with his mother. He was from a line of seers and he saw what he needed to do to ensure that Harry Potter won. He also saw Granger’s eyes within the stars and his mother seemed to think the two of them were destined. He felt like his head was going to explode as questions like how did he know the dream wasn’t just a hallucination brought on by his high fever. If that was true, then how would he know about the Elder Wand and that he was the current master though he never had it in his possession? How would he know that when he and Harry crossed paths that he’d need to let Harry disarm him? If he didn’t allow Harry to disarm him and take his prized unicorn hair wand, then would the Dark Lord win? Would he continue to be a plaything, a toy, to every Death Eater until they decided to kill him? He shook his head preventing the tears from forming, as his resolve was fortified. He was going to do everything necessary to ensure the desired outcome, which was the light winning, the Dark Lord no longer existing, and perhaps his family would make it through without life sentences in Azkaban.

His dark spinning thoughts were interrupted by the tall, handsome, redhead with unhealed claw marks on his left cheek, a dragon fang earring hanging from the ear on the same side, and his long hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. Bill cleared his throat, “Fleur told me that you were awake and that you had questions about the curses.”

Draco nodded his head, “Yes, but it wasn’t the curses I had a question about. I just wanted to know if the dark residue from the Dark Lord was finally gone. I’ve been trying to remove it since he-” He choked on his words and felt the blush start to erupt across his pale features. Why was he even considering sharing something so personal? Why would he open himself up to this stranger and bear his weaknesses, just so they could be exploited in the future. He bit his lip trying to figure out what he should say to cover up the slip he’d made.

Something unrecognizable to Draco shone in the man’s blue eyes, “I won’t ask you what you’ve been through, but I can tell you that with time that residue will fade. I’ve always found that ocean waves have very strong cleansing properties. When the weather warms up in the spring, perhaps you could go for a dip. I’m sure any remaining dark residue will be removed at that point. Also your own alignment affects the amount of darkness or lightness in one’s core.”

The fool-hearty man’s words caused a shiver to run through Draco’s spine. He clenched his teeth, “Are you saying that I deserved what I got because of my choice of alignment? Did you not consider the fact that maybe; just maybe, I didn’t have a bloody choice? Maybe my choices were fulfilling the mission given to me or not only cause my own death, but the death of both my parents? That bastard used my love for my parents against me, and forced me to let Death Eaters into Hogwarts. He gave me the mission of killing Dumbledore hoping I’d fail, and when I failed to cast the killing curse at a sickly looking old man. When Snape had to finish my task for me, I got a punishment worse than death. I’m the lowest of the low among the organization I was forced to join. I’m sorry, but I don’t believe my alignment had anything to do with that. It all came from my father’s alignment and my father’s choices. I’m just a product of circumstance, and I’m nothing of the arrogant boy I once was.”

Bill’s eyes twinkled in a way reminiscent of Dumbledore’s omnipotence, “Yes, well we can’t do anything about our pasts. It’s the decisions we make in the present that affect our future. However, I have a feeling you know something about the future, now don’t you?”

Draco’s jaw dropped, “How do you know that?”

The redhead’s smile reminded Draco of the Weasley Twins, “Has anyone told you that you talk in your sleep?”

The blonde blushed, “I had no idea.”

Hermione woke up from the dream with sweat beads forming on her forehead. She looked around and sighed knowing that Harry was outside taking watch. Things were a bit more difficult since Ron left them, but she was sure they could manage without him. What was Ron but a distraction? Though it was easier to pass the locket three ways instead of just back and forth between her and Harry. The sodding thing was leaving her with a horrible feeling and it was taking its toll. Of course the dreams about Draco over the past few months weren’t helping any.

She awoke from the dream about what the Carrow siblings were doing to him and puked in the toilet at Grimmauld place. It was a good thing they were still there when that happened. However, she hadn’t been as lucky when she awoke from the dream where Draco was being attacked in the loo. That dream was far too graphic for her delicate mind. She wanted to blame the Horcrux’s influence, but she had no proof. Why was she dreaming about the albino ferret anyway?

She really thought she was hallucinating about the whole thing, until she fell back asleep and dreamt about Neville rescuing him. She witnessed the conversation between Boot and him. She still wondered if her subconscious included the relevant facts to make it more believable or if she was somehow actually dreaming about Draco Malfoy. Her reality was totally and utterly shaken after she awoke from a dream that Draco was staying with Bill and Fleur somewhere near the ocean. However, it wasn’t the dream that caused so much agony for her overworked mind, but the confirmation of her dream while listening to Potterwatch. She thought her head was about to explode when River announced that the mouthy Jarvey had been removed from Hogwarts and was now enjoying ocean views.

Harry had laughed at the comment, “Doesn’t the Jarvey comment remind you of when Barty Crouch Jr. turned Malfoy into a ferret and stuck him down Crabbe and Goyle’s pants? I wonder who they’re talking about or who they’re wanting to hear that message. It really seems a bit too off for it to be for the general public. I really want to pick that wonderful brain of yours.”

She rolled her eyes, “Honestly Harry, how am I supposed to know what Lee or Fred are talking about. The two of them have always been a bit off now haven’t they? Who would want to watch a Jarvey enjoying the ocean? The lewd creature would probably be too busy mouthing off to the fish to even enjoy the views. They are such annoying creatures.”

Harry shook his head, “Whatever you say Hermione. Whatever you say.”

A/N: I apologize for my difficulty with Fleur’s accent, but I never learned French. I understand this is also a shorter chapter but this just seemed like a good place to stop.

*Dialog belongs to JK Rowling, as it is taken from Chapter thirty-six of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (2007).
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