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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 36
Draco sprinted through the hallways of St Mungo's. He headed towards the unit where the children were being held. He couldn't see anything in front of him except the door at the end of the hall. His chest was so tight his breathing was stifled from running so fast, he paused to lean against the wall hunching over with his hands on his knees. The sounds of his own harsh wheezing rattled in his ears. He had to get this information to the healers so they could get started on the formula for the counter curse. Every second counted now that he finally knew how to save the children and he wasn't going to waste any time getting there. Taking a deep breath he kicked off from the wall and sprinted forward to where his son lay, his life hanging by a thread. Draco grabbed at the door flinging it open his eyes searching desperately for an adult. He called out for the main healer who came running from a side room. "Hello! Please help me! I know how to save the children." His voice trailed off in a whisper.
"Mr. Malfoy? What is wrong?" Her eyes were wide with concern at his outburst. "This isn't the place for shouting."
Draco stood in shock for a moment, hadn't she heard him? His mind was reeling with the information that it held, maybe he'd only thought he'd shouted out to the Healer. After everything that had happened this day, hell, this past year, who knew what was true and what wasn't? The days now only seemed like a dream as he and Hermione had worked tirelessly to first find the children and then searching for a cure for the sick children. Maybe he was only living in another one of his nightmares and he'd soon awaken and find that they still had no cure and no hope in sight to save Scorpius. His greatest fear was losing his son and Hermione. 'Loss' was becoming his new friend and he didn't like it at all. Potter had always grown up with loss in his life and seemed to be used to it, but for Draco, he hadn't experienced it until his late teens. He wanted to end this cycle, and now the moment had come, along with good luck at the warehouse when he'd invaded Connall MacAteer's chaotic mind.
"I have it," he panted out. "I have the formula for the counter-curse to heal the children."
"Oh, Merlin! How?" Her countenance changed the second she heard his words. He now had the stern Healer's attention and excitement filled him as he realized this was not all a dream.
"Legilimency," was the only answer that came out of Draco's mouth as he tried hard to calm himself down. "Please, do you have a Pensieve that I could transfer the memory?" He looked around, his eyes urgently searching for something he knew probably wasn't there in the room. Even at St Mungo's, Pensieves weren't commonplace items lying around for everyday use.
"Jordan! Go and get the Pensieve on the third floor and bring it here immediately." The healer found a small, glass bottle, and shoved it into Draco's shaking hands. Swiftly he put his wand up to his head and gently twirled the memory from his mind dropping it into the bottle, the silvery mist of memory sparkled with the hard-fought solution. The healer capped the bottle and held it carefully in her hands. Jordan ran in with the portable Pensieve in his hands setting it on the nearby table. Draco looked around nervously not sure if he should stay or head back to the warehouse to help in the fight against the MacAteers. Before he could think more about it, the healer grabbed his hand and pulled him into the Pensieve with her.
Hermione ducked as she saw another spell heading her way. Throwing up her shields once again was tiring her out. She'd never imagined that being pregnant and trying to do this job would be so harsh on her body and she was still in the first trimester. They needed to end this battle soon because she could feel her energy leaving her as she dodged spells left and right. When her energy was down, then her defenses suffered also. All it would take is one slip and that could be the end of her.
Harry ran by her side, "You're not looking good," His wand shot off a nasty hex to the nearest enemy who was currently aiming at both her and Harry. He didn't look any better, but she didn't point that out to him as a trickle of blood ran down the side of his face with his hair in total disarray.
"I'm fine," Hermione shouted back as she shielded both of them from a random curse shot across the room. "I just want this finished. Now shut up and help me." He only grinned at her response and continued doing what he did best, defending himself and others against dark spells, evil wizards, and witches. It was almost comforting fighting alongside Harry again. He'd always been there since she'd entered the magical world. Who better to be with if her time on Earth was ending than Harry Potter?
Hermione knew from the tired looks on faces and smells wafting through the room from sweat and blood, that one side or the other would soon have to concede. She wasn't the only one running out of steam and making mistakes. War was ugly and people died; even smart people who in normal situations wouldn't make costly mistakes seemed to do exactly that.
Hermione jumped as she heard screams behind her and she shot off a wayward curse. A body fell to the floor with a thud at her feet and her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh Gods!" she yelled out as she realized whom she'd taken down.
"No!" Connall MacAteer screamed out in agony. He dropped to his knees taking the body of his wife into his arms. "Meredith, open your eyes darling." The tears were now falling down his face as he held the woman to his chest and gently rocked her in his arms. His sobs seemed to fill the room, echoing against the cement walls. "No, no, Meredith, don't leave me. I told you not to come. I told you…why…oh, Gods, no."
His continued muttering to his wife hit Hermione to the core. This was one of Draco's nightmares that he'd been having the past several weeks. He'd woken up one night screaming about her dying in his arms in battle.
Hermione started walking closer when Connall pulled out his wand and aimed it at her. "Don't come any closer. Keep your filthy hands off of my Meredith," he commanded as his hate-filled eyes bore into her. "You don't deserve to be by her. You've wanted nothing but to destroy me and my family."
The fighting continued even as Meredith MacAteer went down. Hermione had not been surprised when she'd seen all of the MacAteer women coming to fight alongside their men. This truly was the final showdown with this family and both sides knew it. The tide was turning in the battle as the Aurors were coming out ahead. Many of the MacAteers were bound up and stupefied, their bodies lining the floors; no one knew how many were truly dead?
Hermione stood still as she watched to see what Connall would do, her wand ever at the ready. Though she felt sorry for Connall, she wasn't going to let her guard down now. The tiny baby growing inside of her needed protection, and this was the man that had wanted her dead for many years now.
"I know it's the real you, I can tell by looking in your eyes," Connall said as his words showed how tired he was. "I'm not going back to that fucking prison. You've won Hermione Granger, you've won."
Harry now stood by her side, his wand out ready to protect Hermione if need be. "Connall it's over. Now put your wand down." His eyes never left the criminal's face as his commanding voice filled the room. Most people ran for cover when Harry Potter spoke in that tone, but Connall was too overcome with misery to remember who was standing over him.
"This isn't your fight, it's between me and Hermione Granger." Connall's arm held strong as his wand stayed level with Hermione's chest. His other arm slowly lowered his dead wife to the ground, now forgotten in the midst of the standoff.
"When you included kidnapping children and killing Aurors in your personal fight, then yes, this is my fight too." Harry bravely stepped closer to Connall while pushing Hermione back. "There are currently twenty-five wands aimed right at you Connall MacAteer and you are hereby under arrest for kidnapping, child endangerment, use of illegal curses and of course murder."
Connall's eyes shifted around the room taking in the many Aurors surrounding him. His wand was still only aimed at Hermione and the longer he stared at her, the more agitated he became. "You know that you should be dead Hermione, just like my Meredith here turning cold and gray in my arms. Why should you get to live? Why should you get the chance to be happy when all you've ever done is take away my loved ones and my happiness?" Connall's words were not shouted out but almost said in a whisper, as his breathing was shallow from some curse that had struck home earlier from an unknown source.
"Connall, you know as well as I do that I'm not responsible for your unhappiness. You and your brother, cousins, and other family members chose to commit the various crimes that you did. No one forced you to do that. You made that choice!" Hermione's face was reddening as she started shouting at the man. "All of these years you blamed only me when you should've looked in the mirror and blamed the real culprit. I refuse to take the blame for the downfall of the MacAteer family. That blame lies solely with you and your kin." She wanted to say so much more as she felt the frustration bubbling inside her gut.
"I hate you, Hermione Granger," Connall spit out, while blood dribbled out of his mouth and down the side of his face.
"Likewise, Connall MacAteer, I hate you equally if not more. Now drop your wand and let this be done…finally. There is a cell at Azkaban with your name on it just waiting for you." Hermione's eyes flashed with the fire of fury that was brewing deep inside of her.
"Never!" Connall shouted out. Before anyone realized what was happening, Connall's wand flipped towards his own head, "Avada Kadavra," he shouted out and fell limply next to his wife.
Hermione looked over at Harry, his face gone slack, his mouth slightly open, body unmoving, and color draining from his face as he stared wide-eyed at the now-dead leader of the MacAteers. Hermione froze up to a point where she could hardly breathe, but then the shock slowly began to melt away.
Hermione let out a sudden sigh and opened her mouth to speak, but instantly snapped it shut. Gulping, and with a little more success she said something, "Is it really over?" She walked away and leaned against the wall, feeling light-headed and disoriented, while her mind began buzzing wondering where Draco was and how the children were doing.
Harry wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to go through everything that had just happened the past few minutes. Taking Hermione by the elbow he turned her towards the door, "I need to take you to St Mungo's and have you checked out, then we'll find Draco and check on Scorpius."
Harry gave orders for the prisoners to be taken straight away to Azkaban; he then issued other orders to take the dead bodies to the ministry morgue. Putting his arm around Hermione's shoulders he pulled her close, "It's over and done my friend, it's finally over. Let's go."
"Thank you, Harry," she sniffed as she felt the tears start falling, but she didn't stop them, as they were well-earned tears.
Draco was pulled from the Pensieve after they'd watched the scenes from Draco and Connall's memories. He was horrified as he heard more about Connall's plans and his utter hatred for Hermione and the children, who were so lucky they were still alive. His chest hurt when he realized how deep the hatred stemmed inside of Connall. He also felt panicked when he realized he'd left Hermione there in the warehouse to battle with the man that wanted her dead. Now he was second-guessing himself about whether he'd made the right choice. In his mind he saw Hermione curled up on the ground, bloody and dying, calling out his name one last time.
"Mr. Malfoy, we need you to go down to the potions lab to supervise the making of this potion. I need to stay here with the children to monitor their symptoms." Draco stood in a daze as he struggled with what he should do, stay at the hospital and make the potion for the children or go back to the warehouse and fight to save Hermione and his unborn child?
"Mr. Malfoy, time is of the essence and you're the only one able to interpret the memories." The Healer's impatience was now showing and it was starting to irritate him. Gods he hated to be badgered when he was feeling torn about who needed saving most.
Harry and Hermione bursting through the doors made up his mind for him. Hermione came running to him, tears running down her face as she jumped into his arms. "He's dead Draco. Connall MacAteer is finally gone."
Draco held her close to him as he comprehended her words. He twirled her around and calmed down feeling her body close to his. "The baby…are you fine?" His hand rested on the growing bump wishing he could feel that all was well with the new baby.
Hermione looked up at him, "I hope so. How is Scorp? Have they started making the counter curse?" Draco walked her over to where Scorpius lay, still in a coma, not looking any worse than he had hours before. His curls rested against his face, and Hermione reached out to smooth her hands through them.
"They need me down in the potions lab to work on the formula, but I want to stay here with you." Draco hung his head, resting it on top of hers, as his arms tightened around her shoulders.
"Go Draco. I'll be fine. I have Harry here with me." She pulled back to look him in the eyes, and gave him half a smile, "The children need you now. Scorp needs his Papa to bring him back." Warmth spread through him at her answer. The love showing in her eyes for not only him but for his son and soon to be her son too.
"Are you sure?" he asked her while also looking over her head to meet Harry's eyes who only nodded his head at him They both looked like shite, but he knew that Hermione would be in good hands. Kissing her one more time he started to step away but turned back around, "I don't know how long this will take, but when you're done, promise me you'll send word about how you and the baby are doing?"
Smiling back she nodded, "Yes, I promise. Now go and be a hero."
"I love you, Hermione," Draco said on the way out the door.
Hermione waited nervously on the table for her own Healer to check on her baby. It had been hard telling Draco to go and work on the potion, while she wanted nothing more than to tell him to stay with her. She wanted him there holding her hand when she found out if the baby was fine. Instead, it was her best friend sitting next to her holding her hand as they waited.
"Thanks for staying here with me Harry. I know that Ginny and the boys want to see you." She truly felt guilty that she was keeping him here with her instead of going home to assure his own family that he was fine after the battle.
"I sent an owl to Ginny telling her I was well, scratched up a little, but alive. Anyhow, she's the one that told me to stay here with you and Draco until the children woke up." Harry gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Well then, make sure to thank her for us when you get home." She started nibbling her lip nervously as her hand rested protectively over her baby bump. How long would they have to wait? She knew that Draco wanted her to wait by Scorpius's side. They both had felt some guilt because they'd been so busy while Scorp had been in a coma, but had reasonably set it aside knowing what they'd been doing had been for Scorp's and the other children's benefit.
"Ms. Granger, it's a pleasure to see you back and unharmed." The Healer moved into the room to her side. "Shall we take a quick scan of the baby to make sure all's well?" Her cheerful mood was almost to the point of annoyance considering what they'd just been through and witnessed.
With her wand, she cast the charm at her stomach that would bring the baby into view. It was never less exciting each time she was able to view the child growing inside her. Harry also seemed to be enjoying looking at the baby.
"There is it's little heart still beating nice and strong. Oh look, it's waving at us." The baby indeed had its arm in the air waving it about and appearing to be communicating with them.
"I would say you are both doing fine Hermione. You just need to go home to bed and relax and take a few days off of work." She smiled at Hermione and Harry. "It brings back old times, right Mr. Potter?" She smiled at her friend the same way other woman had in the past and still did to a certain extent. She wondered if Ginny ever got tired of her husband being ogled by other women?
"Oh yes, I've seen many scans like this the past few years. Can we see yet if it's a boy or girl?" Harry stood up to look at the scan more closely. "Sorry Hermione, this baby isn't showing us anything tonight." He cracked a smile at her.
The Healer laughed, "It may still be a few more weeks before that secret will be revealed. Now, Hermione let's set up another appointment in four weeks, and then you can go." The Healer left the room leaving them alone.
Hermione didn't move off the table but threw her arm over her eyes bursting into tears and startling Harry so much he dropped back into his seat. He clasped her hand in his, "Oh, what's wrong? You and the baby are fine."
Hermione kept crying as she said, "Everything is not fine…Scorp is…still is danger and there is a lot of time before this baby is born and anything could go wrong."
Harry sat listening, not saying a word. His hand wiped away her tears, "You are so strong, Hermione. I know we've all been through a lot, but I have a good feeling that things are on an upswing. We don't have a lot of control over most things, but I have faith that Draco will make that potion and bring all of the children back." Even with Harry looking as tired and worn out as she felt with the dark circles under his eyes and bruised face, her best friend was there to comfort her. It had always been that way, her there for him and him standing by her side. She truly had missed him a lot during her years in France and now wished she hadn't let so much time go by without contacting him.
"You're right Harry," she sniffed and tried to give him a smile, "I need to stay strong for Draco. I can't imagine what would happen if Scorp didn't…"
"Don't say it," Harry said firmly helping her down off the table, "Your future son is a tough little guy and soon enough he'll be running around causing havoc with James and Albus."
"Thank you," she wrapped her arms around his waist. Neither one knew who was holding the other up at this point, but they wandered down the hall heading towards Scorpius Malfoy's bedside.

Thank you so much for still reading my story. This story has been incredibly hard not knowing how I wanted to end the ordeal with the MacAteers. I re-wrote it about three times and wasn't happy with any of the endings until this one. There is still more to the story as readers have asked to see what happens to our couple and many have mentioned wanting me to include the wedding. So, there are still a few more chapters and I hope that you will hang in there with me. The rest of this story should be a lot easier to write.
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