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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 Four – Becoming a Weasley

After a couple of weeks of bed rest, Draco was feeling much better and able to walk around the small home. He was quickly reminded of the upcoming holidays and though Draco missed his parents, he knew it wasn’t safe for him to return to the manor. However, he wasn’t expecting someone to suggest something as awful as going to the Burrow for the holidays. He was a little bit shocked when he discovered that the red headed curse breaker was a Weasley, however he should’ve known because the red hair kind of gave it away. Apparently, Fred and George had some hairs left over from their Cousin Barney and they expected him to drink poly juice potion for his arrival and departure incase the home was being watched. Fleur preferred apparition over floo because she never liked the dust involved with traveling the other way.

So when Christmas Morning arrived, Draco drank down the Polyjuice potion and took on the appearance of an unremarkable redhead with freckles. Since he had never been to the Burrow before and had no idea where it was located, Bill side-along apperated with him. Draco didn’t know what to think as they walked across a snow covered field toward a small but rather tall home. He felt his heart quicken the closer to the building they got, as he wasn’t sure how members of the family he’d belittled for years, would react to his presence. If Bill and Fleur were taking care of him, surely the rest of the tight knit family, who were all members of the order, would know about him, right? Also what about the youngest Weasley? She was at Hogwarts and likely assisting Longbottom, was it possible that she knew about how he was found? He inhaled deeply before entering the quant home. He looked around and noticed everyone staring at him. His comfort level plummeted.

One of the prankster twins popped up, “So, who do we have here disguised as ‘Cousin Barney’? I was the one that collected the muggle hairs we used to disguise one Harry Potter during Bill and Fleur’s wedding.”

The other somewhat earless twin smiled, “I believe we might have a ferret infestation, dear brother. Remember who was rumored to be staying with our dear eldest brother.”

The curly haired matriarch admonished the two, “Fred and George, that’s enough. Leave the poor boy alone. Hasn’t he been through enough?”

Draco raised his shorter freckle and peach fuzz covered arm. His held his hand up in a defensive position, “Don’t worry about me. I am not here to cause any trouble, so how about we let the past lie where it belongs.”

The twins looked at each other and then back at the disguised Draco. They smirked and spoke simultaneously, “I never thought a ferret could change his stripes.”

Draco chuckled, “I was unaware that a ferret had stripes. I’m pretty sure you’re mixing them up with a zebra or a tiger, and if I remember correctly Barty Crouch Jr. transfigured me into a pure white ferret with beady red eyes.”

The earless twin smiled, “Yes, but it was an improvement.”

“Well, I guess we have something in common then. You being a family of weasels and me being a bloody ferret,” Draco joked before he felt the effects of the Polyjuice potion wearing off. He noticed that he grew in height, the freckles faded from his arms, and the dark mark and branding on his left arm reappeared. He let out a strangled cry, when he looked upon the branding that forever marked him as lower than a muggle within Death Eater circles.

He was still busy staring at the marking on his arm, when he was pulled into a hug by the Weasley mother. He wasn’t sure what he looked like, but apparently his distress was present on his face. She patted his back and whispered, “It’s okay Draco; you’re an honorary member of this family now. We will protect you. We won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

Perhaps it was the warm and loving embrace or the kind words, he wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t hold his emotions in check any longer in her protective embrace. The tears wouldn’t stop from forming no matter how hard he tried and a quiet sob broke forth, as she continued to pat his back and whisper soothing words. A voice in his mind, which sounded too much like his father, belittled him for showing such weakness before blood traitors and his enemies. He didn’t listen to it, as he was tired of maintaining his cool and aloof Malfoy mask, and the woman comforting him did so in a way reminiscent of his mother when he was younger. Before everything started to crumble around them and they were all forced to hide their love for one another, all for the sake of survival with that monster in their home.

He awoke with his mind racing. He looked around the unfamiliar room with his heart pounding. He couldn’t place where he was and fear engulfed him. Did they find him? Was he back in the hands of his torturers? Was he going to be forced to perform horrible acts with the small hope of his survival? He stood in the middle of the room shaking from the panic ripping through his system. As a Slytherin, he never was a courageous person; however, he never thought he’d feel this sort of panic. Even when he was weighed down with fear and anxiety his sixth year, he never felt like this. He crouched down into a ball in the middle of the floor, trying to protect as much of his body from whoever was coming to teach him a lesson. He’d disappeared from the school and was likely to be punished for bringing his status to an enemy’s attention. Would he survive? Would this be the end to his life? Would he suffer from something worse than death? He already had. He rocked back and forth with his arms tightly wrapped around his folded legs, his tears wetting his cloth covered knees where his tightly shut eyes rested. He knew in that moment, as he fell to pieces on his captor’s tan carpeted floor that he was more broken than he ever thought possible.

He jumped and brushed off the warm hand that rested on his shoulder. The cold clammy hands of the snake faced man pushed to the surface of his subconscious causing his body to shutter. He whimpered, “Please not again. Merlin, please don’t let that man touch me again. I’ll take the Carrow siblings and even Aunt Bella over him.” His voice was thick with emotion and warm tears continued to pool on the knees he was resting his head upon.

His fists clenched and unclenched, as he pulled his crossed arms tighter around his shins. His mind was so far away that he barely heard the feminine voice behind him. It was like a whispering angel promising things he knew no one could fulfill. The voice grew in strength and soon it pulled him from his inner turmoil, “Draco, you’ve never met me.” She chuckled, “I never thought there’d be a reason to meet any members of the family that disowned my mother for marrying my father, but I guess things change. I know that being away from your family must be hard, but perhaps being around the family you have here will help. Draco Lucius Malfoy, I am your cousin Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin and we wish you’d join us downstairs for Christmas dinner. My mother, your aunt Andromeda, is excited to see you. Also, you may call me either Dora or Tonks. I will not be held responsible for anything I may do to you if you call me by my full given name!”

Hearing the joking in her voice, and remembering where he was last before waking up in the unknown room, he let out a slow breath. The tension was released from his body and he looked up at the woman before him. Her hair was bright pink and spiked, her eyes were a warm brown, and she had the aristocratic features found within the Black Family Line. She most defiantly was his cousin. “Dora, I’m still safe at the Burrow, right?”

Her eye color changed to a familiar gray and her hair grew and fell in straight platinum locks. She smiled, “You’re safe, Draco. We won’t let anything happen to you, and my mother is really interested in speaking to you about something. She wouldn’t tell me what exactly and said it had something to do with her mother’s side. I’m not really sure.” She looked down at him with concerned eyes before doing a perfect impression of the Malfoy Smirk before changing her features once more. Her nose took on the shape of a pig’s snout and she began to make the sounds. “I understand that me being a half-blood makes me filthy in your eyes, but I’ll have you know I only roll around in the mud every once in a while.”

Draco wasn’t sure what it was about the metamorphic witch or why he found that particular transformation and comment combination so funny. Perhaps it was because of the state he’d been in moments before. He burst out in hysterical laughter, which seemed contagious. When he finally calmed down from his laughing fit and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes, she helped him to his feet, and they walked toward the door. He looked over at his cousin fondly, “I’m so glad I met you. It’s been lonely growing up as the only member of my generation in my family. I never had any close relatives I could play with or any family ties to someone closer to my age. It’s nice to know that I have a cousin, and it’s nice to meet you Dora.”

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she pulled him into a tight hug, and he felt something kick his abdomen. He pulled away from the witch and stared at her almost flat stomach. She laughed at his expression and announced, “I see that my son or daughter is quite fond of you, as well. Remus and I are expecting, so you’ll soon have a second cousin.”

His eyes widened and he felt his lips turn upwards, “Congratulations Dora.” He pulled her into another hug, “It’s nice to hear happy news like that in the dark times we live in.

Draco sat on the worn sofa in the living room across from a spitting image of his aunt Bellatrix. When he first presented to the aunt he’d never met, he had another panic attack. His mind was filled with every horrible memory of torture he’d suffered at the hands of his beloved Aunt Bella. She had almost identical features; however her hair was a lovely shade of warm brown that fell in gentle waves instead of Bella’s stark black curly hair. Her eyes were a light honey brown instead of the crazy glint in Bella’s dead nearly black ones. It took a few moments before he calmed down enough to be left alone in the drawing room with her.

She stared at him for a moment as if gauging his worth, as any proficient Slytherin would. Her golden honey eyes searched his cool steel ones, as if looking for something in particular of which he wasn’t aware. When she spoke her voice was so similar to his mother’s that he struggled to keep his mask intact, “Draco, I am not sure if you’re aware of the Seer blood from your grandmother’s side, however your mother and I both have some signs of ability.”

He nodded remembering the dream he had a couple of weeks prior, “Yes, my mother told me about it in a dream. She said something along the lines that the gift was passed on to me as well.”

“You’ve spoken with Cissy in a dream?” Her eyes widened hiding the heavy lidded appearance that seemed genetically predisposed in the Black family line.

He nodded, “I saw what I had to do to ensure that Harry wins and the Dark Lord is no more.”

Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she grabbed his arm, “Please, you must do something for me. My gift it limited, as I can only see when someone’s life is coming to an end. I know there is no hope for my husband because he was marked for the death the moment the Ministry fell, however I see Dora and Remus’ lines fading. That means we have the opportunity to change it. Will you do everything in your power to make sure they make it through the end of the war?”

He cleared his throat, “I’ll do everything in my power, but I don’t know how much I’ll be fighting during the final battle because Harry will have my wand. Perhaps I can get another one made in time. I know that Bellatrix is out for blood since she married a Werewolf. I remember her talking about trimming the family tree, as soon as possible.”

The older woman cringed, “I really don’t know how things went so wrong with that woman. She was such a caring, loving, and protective older sister when we were children. I’d like to blame her getting involved with Lucius and the Death Eaters. However, our parents probably had some influence because of their blood prejudice. We grew up similar to you, I’m sure. Heck our cousins Sirius and Regales’ parents were second cousins.”

Draco clenched his teeth, “I have more reason than not to kill that woman. If I take her out early in the battle, then she won’t have the opportunity to kill Dora or Lupin. I’ve grown up alone in my generation for far too long. It’s time I start rebuilding the family I should’ve known from the beginning. It’s too bad it’s too late for me to get to know Sirius. He was the only Gryffindor Black, right?”

She nodded and smiled, “Yes, he was. However, he was a bit foolhardy and perhaps held a bit too much hatred to anyone who was Slytherin. He was the black sheep of the Black family, but he was always my favorite cousin.”

He watched her face transform into a watery smile, which left him feeling more uncomfortable than before. “Yes, well what exactly do I need to do to make sure they aren’t killed?”

Her mouth dropped open at his bluntness, “Well, I’m not sure how your abilities work, however if you concentrate on what you want to know then you should see the current future in your dreams. I’m sure your mother would be a better help with figuring out how to change the future. I’m sure that this is something we can change as I don’t feel their deaths are set in stone like my dear husband’s. The future is in content motion and our decisions can change the outcome. However, if we make the choice to accept the future, then things tend to happen how they’ve been foreseen.”

He slumped in the chair, “I don’t know if I have the strength to look into the future and make choices about changing it. I have yet to overcome my past.”

His aunt looked as though there was something she wanted to say but their conversation was interrupted with the announcement of dinner. The two got up and made their way to the decorated dining room.

After having the most chaotic and loving Christmas dinner for which he’d ever been present, they all retired to the drawing room to open gifts. Draco was once again surprised that day when a small pile of wrapped gifts were placed before him. He wasn’t expecting to receive anything as he was an outsider looking in on a close knit family’s holiday. He unwrapped the first gift, and found a beautifully knit white jumper with a green D knitted into the middle. He could see the love knitted into it like golden rays of sunlight, and though it wasn’t the nicest jumper he’d ever owned, he proudly donned it. He had never worn something made for him by someone who cared. Warmth from it filled his usually cold heart, and he couldn’t let a contented smile flutter across his face. “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. I have never owned a warmer jumper. I can feel the love contained within every knit and peel your needles performed.”

All of their mouths fell open at his words. He looked around not sure why what he said silenced everyone in the room, as he’d only spoken the truth. There was something magical about a jumper made with loving hands, instead of the meaningless but well constructed jumpers money could buy. The blue eyed mother of seven gave him a watery smile, “It’s nice to meet someone actually grateful to receive one of my jumpers.”

He looked down as he felt embarrassment flushing his cheeks. He opened the next gift hoping it would take his mind off of the stares. He opened a beautifully silver etched wooden box; inside the box was a sliver ring with a large circular black surface, which was reflective like a mirror. His eyes were transfixed on the stone when his aunt’s now familiar voice broke through his stares, “The ring is goblin made and will fit any finger it’s placed upon. The black stone is a seeing stone, and it assists a seer when one stares into it. I thought you might benefit from one.”

He looked back up as tears threatened to flood his eyes, “I don’t know what to say.”

Her golden brown eyes locked with his emotionally stormy ones, “Just use it to keep your promise.”

He nodded and knew deep within his still beating heart that he’d do everything in his power to fulfill his promise. For the first time in his life, he was given a mission that could lead to redemption. Perhaps saving the lives of his cousin’s small family would make up for all the horrible things he’d done in the past. Perhaps raising his wand against those who he’d once desired to be amongst, would allow him to forgive his own past digressions. A face in the stars came to mind; he couldn’t help but wonder if doing those things would finally make him worthy of such an angel.

Hermione woke with a gasp, as she had fallen asleep when she didn’t shouldn’t have. So much had happened the night before in Godric’s Hallow, and she still didn’t know how to tell Harry that his wand broke as the fled that horrible snake. What was he going to do without a proper wand? She remembered the wonderful dreams she had of Draco celebrating with the Weasley family. She couldn’t help but feel drawn to the boy who was blossoming into a man by the words he spoke when handling the carefully constructed jumper Molly had made for him. She started to focus on her book as she continued with her watch. She knew that Harry would be waking up soon to take over for her.

When Harry came out of the tent, her heart sped up as she wondered how she was going to tell him about his wand. He held out his hand for the locket and she handed it to him before handing over her wand, “You can use my wand.”

He looked at her, “What happened to mine?”

“I’m sorry Harry but it broke in the magic backlash. I have tried to fix it but I fear that mending spells do not work on wands.”

He gave a forced smile, “It’s okay, I know it wasn’t your fault. I’ll just borrow your wand for now.”

She nodded before heading into the tent for her time to sleep. She couldn’t help but wonder what her dreams would show her. With every dream she had of her former blonde nemesis, she felt a stronger tie to him. She didn’t know what to think of her feelings toward him, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she was developing feelings of love. How could that be possible?

The next time she awoke it was to load cheering and a familiar voice that she never thought they would hear from again. She stepped out of the tent to find Ronald Weasley holding the sword of Gryffindor in one hand and the destroyed locket in the other hand. Her hands went to her hips, “What have you two been doing?”

“Ron saved me and then used the sword to destroy the horcrux,” Harry smiled the first genuine smile in a long time. Hermione knew that Ron’s absence was taking a toll on the both of them, but she didn’t fully understand it until she saw that smile.

“Well you are a total Arse, Ronald Weasley. Don’t think I will forgive you quickly for your abandonment. Also, you need to put away any feelings you might think you have for me. We are friends and that is all we will ever be. I fear my heart belongs to someone else and it is to neither one of my best friends.”

“But Hermione, it was my love for you and the deilluminator that showed me the way. Surely, the fact that I found you two means that we’re meant to finish this together,” Ron whined.

She couldn’t help but pull her two boys into a hug before realizing they were still soaked from their dip in the lake, “Oh you buffoons. Have you not heard of drying and warming charms?” She held out her hand for her wand before casting the charms needed to remedy her friends’ current predicament. She rolled her eyes before walking back into the tent, “Boys.”

A/N: I apologize for the wait; however, I didn’t think that anyone was interested in this story. It is fully written out, but I have to tweak it a bit before posting a new chapter. I will try to update more frequently if possible now that I know that someone is enjoying it.
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