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Two Steps From Hell	By : Ssserpensssotia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 30375 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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a/n
Deduction is necessary if you want to get answers from this chapter. I am giving you all the clues and hints, however, some POVs have no names, meaning you have to guess.
The theme is LOVE. Think who loves who, and you get a correct answer to the owner of the POV.
I really love this chapter. If you can predict what happens next, then please email me, we'll play lotto and go to casinos together ;)
Beta: Julie. fjad
Hell
Chapter Thirty Seven
"I promise, my son, we will talk about everything as soon as I return."
He nodded in silent agreement, his pale-grey eyes still looking at the tomb of his mother.
This was not the way his life was supposed to turn out.
MOM!
He wanted to crawl on the ground and just cry, cry, cry. Draco looked at his father, who was dressed to perfection like always but his eyes did not shine anymore.
A bouquet of red roses lay on his mother's final resting place, and Draco could see his father's hand shake a bit as he petted the beautiful flowers.
When Draco had stumbled upon his father, drunk and in tears in the Malfoy Library, clutching a silvery dress his mother loved to wear to his heart, Draco had broken down as well and the whole night he and his father sat on the floor, drinking and crying.
Sobbing, Lucius fell asleep on the carpet and Draco spent the next hours simply staring at the destroyed figure of the person he loved the most.
He had always loved his mother, he cherished her; he loved her genuine smiles and soft, supporting eyes.
The only person he loved more than he loved his mother, was his father.
Draco knew he was the next on the list to die, and it didn't scare him as much as he thought it would. Somewhere between crap studies and losing his mother, something in him broke, and Draco admitted to himself that his biggest fear was to lose his dad. He himself could die, but not his father.
His father wasn't a Black, so theoretically nothing could happen, right?
The security consisted of at least thirty people, and Draco did not even leave the Manor at all, until his father would catch the murderer of his mom, and then…
And then, Draco would use every single curse he knew to make the asshole understand just how wrong it was to mess with Blacks and Malfoys.
He would make his dad proud.
xxx
His gloved hand was still clutching his son's shoulder, and with a small, sincere smile, Lucius released his Dragon and apparated away.
My son.
He loved him so much.
He needed to see Rabastan, immediately.
xxx
Brown, sober eyes were shining with tears as she found the Tower empty. Out of all the days, it had to be exactly on this day that he wasn't here when she really, really wanted him to be.
Near her.
The doors to the Headmaster's Tower opened and upon seeing who walked in, her heart started its marathon.
She cast her eyes down, to hide the fact that she wasn't under the influence of the potion, while trying to swallow the euphoria that started to sing in her soul.
Who needed Rabastan Lestrange when she could have the source of all the pain her family had suffered through?
Hiding her maniacal smile, Ginny Weasley licked her lips and shifted the object in her hand so it wouldn't be visible.
Almost sobbing from sheer joy, Ginny watched Lucius Malfoy walk closer to her, his shoes making no sound on the carpet.
The object in her hand shone with silver flames from the fire in the fireplace, the tongues of the flames reflecting on the polished, sharp blade.
She had planned it for a long time, and today, luck was on her side.
Thank you, Ginny thought to whoever had given her this final gift.
It was more than she had hoped for.
xxx
Draco walked aimlessly through the Manor, not really paying attention to the golden frames with his ancestors, or the richly decorated halls.
Revenge was all he could think about, and it was eating him from the inside.
"Draco!"
He turned, surprised to hear the voice, and then a sneer made it to his face.
His uncle was here, in the Malfoy Manor, and he had Ronald fucking Weasley with him.
With a frown, Draco wondered, wasn't his uncle supposed to meet his dad at Hogwarts?
xxx
He knew what Lucius called the younger Weasley boy, and it was hilarious.
The Rainman.
It was funny that somehow, all the members of the Golden Trio were fully under his control.
With that thought, Lord Voldemort decided he needed a new name for the Boy Wonder as well.
Lucky just didn't do him justice.
Somehow, Harry had managed to throw the rope off his neck and had attacked Bellatrix, resuming the duel.
"My Lord, may I please have a second of your time?"
He had decided to hold the duel in the Slytherin Manor, and while he did not invite anyone else to watch, a selected few could access him if necessity arose.
He was busy watching the duel, however, considering who was asking for his time, the Dark Lord turned to look at green eyes and long, black hair.
He had a guess what she wanted from him. Too bad for her, she meant nothing compared to her father's Necromancer Mage soul. Sold to him.
"What do you want, Cara?"
xxx
She still couldn't believe she was doing it, but here she was, talking to the Dark Lord about her father. And her own actions.
"My Lord, my father is the one who is killing the Blacks," Cara whispered in a quiet, respectful voice, and she had to lick her lips as merciless pale-blue eyes kept on drilling her.
"And?"
Almost with a sob, Cara stumbled back upon seeing the evil smirk on the handsome face of her Lord.
He knew.
And he would allow Viscal to kill everyone from the family of the Blacks.
She knew her punishment would be brutal, but it did not matter. Her life was in shambles and she didn't even notice when everything started going wrong.
"I have taken Teddy Lupin to Fleur Delacour—" Her green eyes were terrified as the Dark Lord tilted his head to the left, before she continued, gathering her courage, "— and I have helped them to leave to France using Ministerial Passports and Portkeys."
She was going to die, she knew it, but she couldn't allow her own father to kill a child. Her papa went insane with revenge, and if it took her life to stop him, it was worth it.
She wasn't a monster.
xxx
It was all her fault.
Filthy bitch.
He looked at her form, which was shivering from the arousal, and with slow steps, he came even closer.
"Your filthy, weasel cunt was filled with my cock when my wife was dying!" He screamed towards the end and saw her blanch as she flinched away, her hands behind her back like the filthy slave she was.
He had come here to see Rabastan after talking to his Lord and seeing the duel between the crazy hag who hadn't done her job and hadn't died instead of his Cissy, and the Boy Wonder who somehow survived when everyone else died.
He did not expect to find that whore here, eager to please him.
He would fuck her ass raw and then he would stick his cock into her dirty mouth, and hear her scream in pain.
He would fuck her so brutally that she'd need a pair of new holes.
Had it not been for her cunt, Narcissa would have been alive.
He hated Weasleys.
Lucius Malfoy took one step closer and a sneer formed on his handsome face.
With a gloved hand, he lifted her head a bit, to see her lust filled eyes only to meet a pair of brown eyes filled with hatred so deep, his heart missed a beat.
What the—
Pain.
Impossible pain.
Something sharp entered his stomach.
Once.
Twice.
His mouth opened to scream, his one hand going to the torn stomach while the other was activating the emergency Portkey, all the while seeing the deep red liquid soak his pale suit, running down from the wounds, and the sober eyes full with hate and joy.
"Die, Malfoy, die!"
He was standing on all fours now, the blood making a pool below his expensive, tailored clothes, his throat was bubbling with blood and then sudden, sharp pain in his pack made him roar in agony, making him choke on the red liquid.
One more hit.
"Die!"
The hand held the knife handle when the Portkey finally activated, and now only a pool of blood was left on the carpet of the Headmaster's Tower.
Lucius Malfoy and Ginny Weasley landed in the halls of Malfoy Manor.
xxx
He had to win.
It wasn't about the Horcrux. It was about killing Bellatrix Lestrange.
She, the insane, evil bitch, who had killed Sirius, was going down even if it took his life. He would take her rotten soul with him, to the depths of hell.
Harry straightened and raised his wand, looking into the shining, black eyes.
Die, bitch!
Suddenly, both he and Bellatrix were thrown into the wall.
The Dark Lord had stopped the duel.
Harry looked over at the lying form of the bitch to see the same question in her mad, black eyes, as she was looking at the now standing figure of Lord Voldemort and the still bowing figure of Cara Pare.
"Both of you, to the Malfoy Manor."
Harry almost shivered from the enraged, commanding tone that left no place to even breathe a question before twitching when Voldemort barked, "Now!"
Looking at Bellatrix, who was just as confused as he was, Harry apparated after the hag.
You wait, bitch.
He would continue the fight elsewhere then.
xxx
His teeth were going to break, he knew it, but he refused to say it.
"Say it, Weasel."
Fucking ferret!
Rabastan Lestrange had dragged him to the Manor after a few rounds of Cruciatus, and now, Ronald Weasley preferred the pain from the Lestrange to the blond menace.
"Say it!"
He wasn't going to tell that Ferret-face what he wanted to hear, even if Malfoy's wand was out and pointed at him.
Rabastan Lestrange suddenly jumped up and with a worried glance to Draco—who was too busy glaring at Ron to notice his uncle's panic—he quickly left the room.
"My mother is a fat cow who should be fucked by bulls," Ron said, looking into not very stable, grey eyes, before adding with a sneer, "But at least she's not rotting in the grave, like yours!"
"Crucio!"
He was on the floor, screaming in pain and hoping this nightmare that his life turned out to be would end soon.
He wanted to die.
xxx
Rabastan was running towards the main hall, as the wards alerted him that something had happened at Hogwarts, to apparate to the Headmaster's Tower, when he saw Lucius and Ginny appear.
Merlin!
"LUCIUS!"
NO!
xxx
She knew her mouth was opened in shock when she saw the bloody figure of her brother-in-law on the floor.
The hell?!
She couldn't decide if she wanted to dance from happiness—he did not protect her baby sister like he should have done! — or horror, upon seeing the pool of blood.
However, Lucius did not matter.
She had to kill Harry Potter and get the Horcrux.
And the rest be damned.
xxx
He had sensed the moment when Lucius had activated the emergency Portkey, and judging by what the wards on the Portkey were telling him, his head Minister was close to death.
He had to turn him into a Horcrux.
Now.
He had no time to waste. He would not allow Lucius to die.
The moment he apparated into the hall of Malfoy Manor, and saw Lucius, he immediately raised his wand, drawing a small circle in the air.
He heard Rabastan's cry of "Lucius!", he saw young Malfoy appear with Weasley in tow, but nothing mattered.
'Ut Morta.'
A green light lit the tip of the bone-white wand, ready to leave and rush towards Lucius.
His Lucius.
Forever his Minister of Magic.
No one is going to thwart his plans now.
xxx
He saw the movement only after the words "Avada Kedavra!" had left his mouth.
NO!
NOOO!
A flash of green and the body hit the ground, after making an arch in the air from the speed of the jump, blocking the path for the Killing Curse to Lucius.
xxx
He raised his bone-white wand again.
No matter, no matter.
He still had seconds.
He was going to sort it all out.
"Sectis Frusta!"
He registered the words of the cutting curse and knew from the voice that it was Harry who had fired the curse at Bellatrix, and then he heard her mad voice bark "Avada Kedavra!"
He saw Potter jump away from the path of the Killing Curse, and it hit the person who had been standing behind the Boy Wonder.
He now had no Minister for Italy.
He was going to kill them both, for real this time.
Not paying attention to the two soon-to-be-dead psychos, Lord Voldemort tried to calm his rage and panic down, and the tip of his wand lit green again.
'Ut Morta.'
The bone-white wand made a circle in the air, severing his own soul, and then the Dark Lord shot the Killing Curse at Lucius.
"Avada Kedavra!"
xxx
A flash of green and the body hit the ground, also making an arch in the air from the jump that had intercepted the Killing Curse meant for Lucius who was on the ground, with the handle of a knife still sticking from his back, and with Ginny Weasley sitting on the floor, close to Lucius, shocked.
xxx
He was going to kill her for killing Malfoy.
Voldemort was going to kill her!
NO!
Still in shock from what he had just witnessed, he made up his mind. He didn't even hesitate.
She was all he had left.
He didn't want to live anyway.
He jumped in between.
xxx
He was dreaming. He had to be!
It was a very big risk to again severe his soul, but he had to.
If Lucius died, the Ministries would crumble and the financial empire would be destroyed.
Too many Horcruxes.
Lord Voldemort did not think about the fact that he now had four Horcruxes already.
He needed to put one into Lucius!
'Ut Morta!'
He heard a scream from Ginny Weasley when a head rolled over to her side.
RABASTAN!
Harry's curse hit Rabastan instead of Bellatrix, as they were standing close and when Bella ducked, it hit the youngest Lestrange instead, severing his head off, and making it roll on the floor, leaving long, bloody trails as it rolled over to Ginny and Lucius.
He saw Lucius gurgle, blood seeping from his mouth, his cloudy eyes full with horror and pain.
This time he would not make a mistake.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A second later "Praevolo Celeritate!"— a curse that made the victim fly with immense speed to death—was shot from Bellatrix's wand and caught Potter unguarded, as he kept staring at the figures on the floor.
He saw from the corner of his eye the curse lift Potter from his feet and throw him to the side.
"NO!"
His magic exploded, his severed soul breaking again, and the outlash of power swept through the Manor halls, enraged and lethal; golden frames and expensive furniture exploding from the impact.
Power raced through the richly decorated halls, its fury making the walls tremble before the wards gave up and the old Manor crashed down, burying everyone under the ruins.
Some purple flamingoes peeked from the trimmed bushes, their small, black eyes afraid.
Dust and silence.
xxx
a/n cackles evilly…
Who'd lay down his life for whom?
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