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His Relinquishment	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70407 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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"Harry?" Bernice's call echoed over the foyer of Malfoy Manor. "Are you here?"
The place was immaculate, not looking like a war had just broken out four days before. The house-elves must have fixed it up as soon as Jordan won and had her prisoners carried off.
"Is the Master okay?" A tiny voice asked. It belonged to a house-elf who Bernice had trouble telling apart from another who looked identical to it. It's name was going to be Tooley or Soapy.
"No," Bernice informed as several other elves appeared around her. "He's in serious trouble. Do you know where Harry Potter is? I really need to speak with him."
She earned a unison of head shakes. "Everyone is gone. Bobby ruined everything…" one of them announced sadly.
"Is my mistress okay?"
"Physically…" Bernice answered simply. "There's still hope though, if I can gather up the rebels who Jordan thought to be useless."
She had ignored the Halfbloods completely other than when it came to winning the battle. So many had been left behind. She didn't want Halfbloods, she didn't need them for her plans. Jordan had only came for the Pures and the Muggleborns.
Bernice guessed that Jordan thought she was safe at her headquarters because no one could go there unless they had been invited. This meant that everyone she had captured couldn't be rescued.
At least not by an outsider, but there were plenty of people on the inside who could escape on their own with a little help.
"What do you want him for?" Severus Snape asked in a cool drawl.
"We need a new safe place."
"So you can round us all up and have her attack again?"
"That wasn't my doing. I'm against her, I swear on my child's life."
The man's eyes dropped to her large belly. "You need a safe place to home the child…" he summarized after a long thought.
Bernice nodded. "This baby is mine. I don't care if he was bred out of wedlock or for demented genocide reasons, I want him. And like hell if I'm going to let her put my son through a bunch of tests that could very much kill him!"
Severus stared at her for a few moments, taking in what she had just said. He then whipped around with a snap of his robes and began walking out of the foyer. "Keep up, witch, if you want to see your boyfriend."
Bernice's chest thudded with a bit of hope before she hurried after him. "Wait! A whale can only go so fast!"
He was decent enough to slow down for her, leading her up to Draco's office. Bernice had been here before. There was a bookcase that flipped around if the correct spell was used, opening up an entrance to a tunnel.
"The same place?" Bernice questioned warily.
"I really appreciate the lack of confidence you have for my intelligence." He was insulted.
"Sorry…?" Bernice really didn't care how he felt.
"Your hand," he instructed, putting up his palm for her to set her own on. She did as she was told, and he tapped her hand with his wand. A shape in the form of a lightening bolt appeared on the back of her hand. She took a second to admire it; no doubt it was to represent Harry.
"Now you may step in," Severus permitted, gesturing her to follow him through the tunnel.
"What if I hadn't had this mark, and I came in through here?"
"You would have dropped dead," he told her dryly.
"So if the others—"
"They wouldn't deserve to breathe if they are dumb enough to return to the same place that was used before an ambush."
"That's a terrible thing to say!"
"I never once made a promise that I speak words of silk. Perhaps that is your mistake to assume."
Bernice rolled her eyes and decided to walk the rest of the way in silence. Severus was impossible to talk with.
By experience, she knew it would be a two hour walk, but it was the only way to get to their destination.
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"Bobby has made a horrid mistake, Mistress! Bobby only did it out of love!"
Hermione had her hands on her hips, giving the house-elf a disapprovingly look. "Bobby, if you expect to be treated like a person, you can't go ratting them out to their enemy! It's very bad! There's one thing I hate most, and that's traitors!"
"But Bobby is no traitor, Mistress!" The elf got onto her knees, begging for forgiveness. "Bobby does it to protect you! Traitors won't do that!"
"And that was not your job!"
"Oh, Mistress, you do not know the Master like I do. He was faking a lot of the things!"
Hermione gasped out in surprise. She had never heard Draco's elves speak out against him and accuse him of such a thing. "You're mistaken!"
"His tears were not real, and neither was the bruises he said his master gave him. And Mistress...! He did other things too!"
"Like what?" she demanded, somewhat curious, somewhat annoyed with Bobby for going so far with her accusations.
"Bobby shouldn't say; it'll hurt her Mistress too much!"
"What did he do, Bobby?" Hermione asked slowly, needing to know.
Bobby trembled and shook her head. "Bobby can't say, cause Master needs saving! Mistress will not save Master if she knows what he has done!"
"How can I even save him?" she asked helplessly, leaning against the door, looking at her sleeping daughter. Jordan had locked her up in what looked like a hotel room, complete with a kitchen. It was full of supplies for herself and the baby.
She was no longer being tied up as Jordan said she couldn't care for a baby like that, but she still was being held prisoner.
"I don't even have a wand…!" Jordan couldn't trust her with one yet.
Yet.
That's what that crazy woman had said.
Yet.
She really expected Hermione to accept her.
Then again, maybe Hermione would… she had accepted Draco...
Hermione shook her head abruptly. That situation was different. Draco had also been a victim. He hadn't been the predator. He had been stuck in an awful predicament just like she had, and they learned to work together rather than against each other.
This was different though. Jordan was an absolute psycho. Jordan had a plan, and Hermione knew it had something to do with Rosie, and Hermione was going to protect her daughter from whatever it was. She needed to escape this place, but she had no idea how to even begin to do it.
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"Are you sure?" Harry asked with worry. "This is different than anything I have ever done. I'm not too certain that I can pull this off."
"I know you can," Bernice told him, squeezing his hand. "I'll tell you everything you need to know, and then you can save them all."
He eyed her bulging belly over, thinking on her plan. "It's going to be challenging, given how big—"
Bernice scoffed. "You'll know better not to finish that sentence!"
"I believe it is a fair idea— if you trust her as much as you say." Severus had been present throughout the entire conversation the couple had been having, not quite trusting of Bernice yet, insisting that he stay. He had guilted Harry into it, stating the fact of all the lives that had been sacrificed for Harry's life.
"I do," Harry said firmly, making the woman's chest stir with emotions.
"How shall I join you?" Severus asked. "Have you thought of that?" he directed that at Bernice.
"You're not going," Harry announced.
"Excuse me; what…?"
"I would like you to stay here and make sure Bernice has everything she needs."
Severus blinked. Though he did not show it, Bernice assumed that he was surprised that Harry had given him an order.
"I will not, Potter!" the man finally spat. "I am not some house elf—"
"Right now, you're the only man around who I trust to help her," Harry cut him off seriously. "Would you? Please? I would have Remus do it, but Tonks is expecting their second."
Severus's mouth sat at an open gap before he shut it. He clamped his teeth together, clearly annoyed. He sent Bernice an ugly scowl and nodded slowly, accepting the responsibility that Harry had bestowed upon him.
"She better be worth it, boy," he growled lowly.
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"Bobby, do you know where Jordan has stored my wand?"
Bobby looked up from the wiggling baby with widening eyes. "I do, Mistress! I do! Shall I go get it?!"
"Yes, please, but be quiet about it! If you really want to save us, you need to know how important this is, alright?"
The elf bowed low. "Bobby will do my best!"
Hermione paced the room with her daughter in her arms, waiting for Bobby's return. She began to worry after thirty minutes passed when the elf hadn't came back.
She sighed in relief, hearing the faint crack of Bobby's arrival with an armful of wands. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but Bobby doesn't know which one is the right one!" She looked ready to cry, feeling like a failure.
"It's okay," Hermione assured her, setting Rosie into the cot to free her hands. "You did great!" She spotted hers quickly. "Here's mine!" She used a pillowcase to store the rest in, assuming one of them may belong to Draco. Together, maybe they could free the rest of the people who were captives.
She shrunk the pillowcase, stuffing it into her shirt. "Do you know where Draco is?" Hermione suddenly asked, realizing just then that if Bobby didn't her plan could easily be fouled up.
"Oh, yes, Mistress, Bobby does!"
Hermione nodded approvingly, picking up her infant daughter. "Would you take me to him please?"
Bobby took no time at all to grab a hold of Hermione's hand and apparate to wherever her husband was being held.
Hermione gasped at the sight of Draco's condition. His head hung low from where he was being pinned to the wall with bindings. His skin she had never seen so pale before. And he was literally in the nude, shivering from the chill of the room. Draco's left thigh was also wrapped with a thick bandage that had once been white but now was soaked with fresh blood.
"Oh, Draco…" she breathed out in horror, approaching him, getting a better look at his wound. "What has she done to you…?"
He lifted his head with a moan, and Hermione saw that his mouth was covered so he couldn't talk. She tried to remove the strap, but her efforts were useless.
"Bobby has heard that Jordan removes the bindings with blood," Bobby spoke up from behind Hermione.
"Any specific type?"
Draco made a nose, attempting to provide the answer, though Hermione didn't understand what he was trying to say.
"She uses her own blood," Bobby supplied.
Hermione thought on it a little before handing Rosie to the house elf. She took a deep breath and with a magical spell, she made a slit into her finger, wincing at the stinging pain. She then traced her injured finger along the binding around Draco's mouth, leaving behind a trail of blood.
The strap fell off, landing at the ground between them.
"Thank Merlin you're here," he struggled to said, coughing through every other word. "We must get out of here!"
Hermione hastily released him from the rest of the horrible straps, learning that they had been made of some poison. Her stomach flipped with queasiness, remembering something like this had happened to her nearly a year ago.
"You need to see Snape," she advised him, transfiguring a hammer into a set of robes for him to wear.
"We need to get the fuck out of here first—" His eyes settled on the baby after hearing her fuss.
"This is Eridanus Rose; our daughter," Hermione introduced to him, taking the child back from Bobby and holding her up for Draco. He gave her a confused look, but carefully took the baby into his arms, eyeing their daughter over. "I call her Rosie though." Hermione didn't address his confusion, hoping that having a daughter wouldn't change his mind on wanting to be the child's father.
The corner of Draco's lips pulled to the side of his face, displaying a weak grin. "I think she makes a perfect Rosie," he assessed hoarsely, emotionally affected.
"You alright?" he abruptly asked, their moment of merriment gone as reality sank back into their minds.
Hermione nodded. "She did a number on you, didn't she?" She took out the shrunken pillowcase and enlarged it. "See if your wand is in here," she instructed him.
With one hand, determined to keep a hold of Rosie, Draco shuffled through the wands until he found his own, gripping it tightly. "Let's get out of here."
They looked up just in time hear the door to the cell room shut, stiffening at the sight of the evil Jordan's presence.
"Hermione…" She pouted, disappointed. "You have been very naughty."
"Leave her alone!" Draco growled, stepping forward and letting out a yelp while doing so. He leaned to one side, favouring his injured leg.
"My, my, such bravery coming from a Slytherin. Very rare indeed." Jordan grinned. "But it will be a waste of your time, as much as I admire it." Her eyes focused back to Hermione. "What are you doing out of your room?"
"I'm going home, and I'm taking my family with me!"
Jordan laughed. "Draco is not your family, Hermione. He is nothing but a semen donor, having little use beyond that." She glanced at the man, sneering at him.
"You've upset me, my sweet sister. You must learn not to do that. You shall have to be punished." Jordan lifted up her arm, extending it straight out in front of her and curled her fingers. Rosie began to cry in a curdling scream.
"What's she doing?!" Draco panicked, pressing the child to his chest, looking up in horror. "She's hurting Rosie!"
Hermione raised her wand and sent an attack to Jordan who lazily blocked it, cackling.
"Stop it!" Hermione shouted. "Stop hurting my baby, you horrid witch!"
"You can't beat me, Hermione. Give it up. Surrendering is the only way to get me to stop."
"Leave my Mistress's baby alone!" Bobby went to attack, but Jordan swung up her free arm, easily sending Bobby crashing to the wall. The house elf was still. Hermione didn't know if she was dead or alive.
"Who's next?" Jordan asked, giggling in triumphant.
"You can't have us," Draco told her firmly. "I'll kill you before I let you destroy my family!"
"Or perhaps, I'll kill you."
Hermione stepped in front of her husband and child, breaking off the spell Jordan had on Rosie. "Take Rosie and Bobby home, Draco," she said quietly with a threat to her voice. "This bitch is going down."
Draco didn't get a chance to argue before spells went flying back and forth, both women fighting to the death.
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