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Fooling Fate sequel to Bound	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 44179 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco and Hermione had their four prisoners bound, gagged, and knocked completely out again in under a second. They were desperate to find out how James and Annabel fared and if Cadence was able to return Nahuatl. But they were also anxious to see if Albus and Martin had passed on.
“You’re just in time,” Melody said quietly as they ran up.
Albus and Martin were struggling for every breath. Alex had James and Annabel on a cot next to them, both barely conscious. Nahuatl was on the other side, her whole body wracked with shivers but alive. It was heartbreaking but they were glad they could reunite the family before Albus and Martin had to change. Change, not leave, though it was a crude substitution. Hermione could tell that they were in for a very long period of adjustment from Harry and Ginny. This new life was completely unexpected and frankly, a little unsettling. Still, it wasn’t a permanent goodbye and they could be thankful for that at least.
“Thanks,” Albus managed to rasp before he took a deep shuddering breath and went still. Martin followed in the next breath. The phoenixes trilled a mournful dirge.
The family held a collective breath, waiting for something, some sign that the boys hadn’t simply passed on. A moment later, a blinding white light enveloped them. It was reminiscent of when Draco and Hermione had bonded and the family hoped beyond hope that it meant the boys would return. Several agonizing moments later, the scene was once again as they had seen it. Albus and Martin lay still in death, their faces already ashen. Two softly trilling phoenixes perched on their chests.
“Al?” James croaked.
The crimson phoenix crowed and hopped into the air, making a shaky circle around the family before promptly shitting directly on Zach’s head.
“It’s him!” Everyone yelled, everyone but Zach who merely cleaned the mess off and smiled softly.
The crimson phoenix landed on Harry’s shoulder, gently nuzzling his hair and trilling. He started warbling to the gold bird, who shakily flew over to land on Emily’s shoulder and cuddle against her neck. The small girl started laughing and crying at the same time.
“I can hear them. Oh, I can hear them,” she sobbed. “They made it.”
“Well that solves the problem on how to communicate,” Melody said, reaching a hand out to stroke Albus’s feathers. “But what to call you. You’re no longer yourselves and we can’t risk someone overhearing your names. They might never put two and two together but it would be a scrutinized act.”
“How about Eterno?” Rhapsody offered. “It means Eternity.”
“A fitting name. Albus? Martin?” Melody asked. Albus bobbed his head in acceptance. “Wonderful. What about Marin?”
“Infinito?” Rhapsody said. “It means Infinity.”
Melody hummed. “A similar name, but not one that would be out of place on a phoenix. Martin?”
The gold phoenix sang his acceptance and flew over to Rhapsody, perching on her shoulder and placing his wings to envelope her head. She gasped and went rigid, trying desperately not to lodge the beautiful bird. She laughed out loud when she realized she could still read him.
“It’s perfect,” she cried. “I can see them now. They think… oh Merlin boys. I’m so honored.”
“And why are you honored?” Harry asked quietly, his eyes never leaving the shimmering new body of his son.
Rhapsody wiped the tears from her eyes. “They allowed me to name them because I went with their choice. They believe they are more useful in this form… and Albus is happy he doesn’t have to attend history classes anymore.”
“Oh Al,” Ginny sniffled, laughing softly as he flew over and enveloped her in his wings. “You always did hate school work. I know you’re here, but I am going to miss you.”
“He’ll miss you too,” Emily said quietly. “He’ll miss your hugs and you ruffling his hair, though he hated that. He’ll miss quidditch and being able to perform magic, but he’s happy. He gets to be with his family for as long as he could possibly want to. Don’t be sad Mrs. Potter. He’s never leaving you again.”
Ginny burst into tears and yanked Emily into her chest. The girl was so calm in the face of her twin’s death. She wasn’t sure how Emily was able to hold it together but she wasn’t going to allow her to mourn alone.
“We still have to lay them to rest,” Alex whispered.
“If it’s alright with everyone,” Harry said. “I’d like to bury them in Godric’s Hollow… next to my parents. They died saving me. I think it only fitting that their grandsons should be put to rest there. Martin, Emily, are you alright with this?”
Emily nodded. “Dad was disgraced when they fled here. We have practically nothing, and certainly not a family plot. Martin wants to be buried with Albus and… and if you aren’t opposed to it, he’d be more than proud to rest with your parents.”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like more,” Harry said quietly. “But I have no idea how we will explain this to the rest of the family.”
“Oh Gods,” Hermione gasped. “Ron, Molly, they’ll all be heartbroken.”
Harry nodded. “I’m not sure how much we can tell them.”
Melody frowned. “I’m afraid we can’t tell anyone outright. Luna will know, of course. And Leif will pick up on it. He might not be an empath like Hugo, but he is very perceptive. The others… we’ll just have to break it as gently as possible.”
Remus howled, a low mournful howl.
“I know Remus,” Philippe said quietly. “I know.”
“You can understand him now?” Cadence asked.
Philippe nodded. “I believe it is a vampire thing, know thy enemy and all that. Remus is heartsick over the blow this will be to Molly and Arthur. He just hopes that this doesn’t set them over. Losing Percy in the battle was almost too much for them.”
“We’ll have to figure that out,” Draco said, “but for now, cast a preservation charm on them because Hermione and I have business to attend to and we will not miss their funeral.”
“Business?” Severus asked.
Draco gave him a calculating look. “How rusty are your Death Eater skills Severus?”
“Extremely,” he said dryly. “They aren’t talents I exercise often.”
“Well, you’ll have plenty of practice,” Draco said quietly. “Because I have four very naughty prisoners in need of an… attitude adjustment… true Death Eater style.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Hermione muttered.
Draco sighed. “They want to torture people and model themselves after a monster? We can show them how the monster truly operated.”
“How long do you think it will take?” Melody piped up.
Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends on how much the Master has put them through already.”
“Well, I’m in,” Melody hissed. “I see MacNeeley and I want him.”
“That doesn’t sound good at all,” Alex growled.
“Oh no Alex, I want him like I wanted Bellatrix.”
“Ah,” Severus said with a smirk. “Which of his toenails are you going to rip off first?”
“I have to start with the toes?” Melody pouted.
“Start wherever you’d like,” Draco broke in. “But we need to get them to the Manor before those spells wear off. Everyone not participating in hardcore torture should start preparing statements and the like. Harry, I know it’s awful to ask, but could you start arrangements for the boys? Anything you need, you just ask.”
Harry nodded. “It’s not really goodbye,” he said quietly. “Though I am worried about James being able to attend.”
“I’ve looked over him,” Alex said. “He’s just extremely weak now, but he and Annabel are dangerously unstable due to both the procedure and the full moon. I would recommend waiting until the moon passes to say our final goodbyes to the former vessels Martin and Albus held.”
“What do we tell the parents of all those children at Salem?” Hermione asked.
“We tell them of a great tragedy,” Melody said fiercely. “Lorna is next in line since Michael will be quite indisposed. She’ll make sure the press release sounds adequate. The school will close down for a time. I suggest we use the time to regroup and train. We have to strike fast before Moira gets wind of what has happened. With any luck, we can end this by Halloween.”
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The dungeon was dim, lit only by a single torch. Draco shivered, memories flooding him. He thought back to all the times he’d been down here, none of his free will. A brief flash of the alternate future Nemesis had shown them made him want to smash the place to bits. It took a gentle hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it. He gave his wife a weak smile and finished strapping their prisoners in. He had to summon Lucius if he was going to survive this.
“You don’t have to do this Draco,” Melody said as she cleaned the rusty implements.
“No. I do,” Draco said, steeling himself. “We’re not going to end this until we know everything.”
Melody nodded and pulled out a bag she’d packed. She grabbed four robes that were black as midnight. “I gather our main goal is fear?”
Draco nodded as he donned the heavy robe he hated more than life itself. “It’s easier to break a fearful person. They aren’t thinking about protecting their secrets anymore.”
Melody nodded. “I have our old masks… and one I happened to knick off of Lucius before Severus ate him. I took off the charm that makes muggleborns fear them.”
“So what good are they?” Draco asked, flinching as he saw her pull his mask from the bag.
“They work on the Master’s mark now. I mean, I could give Hermione our mark and she wouldn’t have felt the effects anymore, but I hardly think that’s prudent.”
“Decidedly not,” Draco growled, subconsciously grabbing his robe clad wife and holding her to him.
“Then, decide which mask she will wear and let’s get this show on the road. We have to bury our grandson,” she said sadly. “Gods what a fucked up day.”
“You wear my mask,” Draco said, handing it to Hermione. “I don’t want you to be tainted with Lucius. Besides, I’m pretty sure Cygnus has seen this one before. It’ll be an extra mind fuck.”
Melody cackled. “I should have gotten Bellatrix’s instead of mind. He’d really piss his pants then.”
“Oh, he won’t be wearing any pants,” Draco said darkly.
“Let’s start shall we?” Severus drawled, his voice distorted through his mask.
Draco nodded and revived all four prisoners at the same time. He wanted to see how they played off of each other. Watching their interactions would tell them who was really in charge, not just who had a higher rank. That would be the first person they’d go for.
“Good morning,” Draco drawled, sounding just like Lucius through his mask. Hermione bit back her revulsion. It wouldn’t do to vomit in front of their prisoners. “Sleep well?”
“F-f-father?” Cygnus stuttered.
“Don’t be daft,” Dormer sneered. “Your daddy is dead.”
“Shut it,” Cygnus sneered, his eyes flickering with hurt.
Draco sat back and observed. Dormer was obviously over Cygnus. And apparently Cygnus still held a deeply rooted love for Lucius. It made him a little nauseous, both at the thought of Lucius loving this man more than him and the thought that he even cared anymore.
‘He was still your father,’ Hermione thought to him. ‘It’s normal to feel that way.’
Draco accepted it and moved on. There was no time to dwell in the past, after all. He concentrated even harder on the men who were now in the midst of telling one another to be quiet. It was a bit like watching is children fight. He wondered if Michael and Cygnus had been raised together. Sanders and Dormer seemed to be the most dominant of the four, merely glaring and snarling.
Draco thought carefully about his next move. It was obvious that Cygnus was thrown off by the presence of Lucius’s mask. Dormer and Sanders were much harder. He knew that if Dormer served Voldemort and participated in tortures, he would be much harder to break. It would be a slippery slope with him. Sanders was a mystery. They guy could take a hex, but how many? MacNeeley was a bit of a mystery as well. The man played a first class wanker but was he the weak little shit he portrayed?
The best place to start was going to be Cygnus. He was already off balance and perhaps MacNeeley would stick up for him. He had a sneaking suspicion that the boys were raised together. Family ties were a touchy subject that he knew all too well. If he could expose a weakness, he would.
‘Take their clothes,’ Draco ordered Hermione. He didn’t want to speak just yet and he definitely wanted to gauge their reaction.
Hermione flicked her wand, instantly stripping the four bickering men. Draco watched carefully. Dormer didn’t seem phased in the least, confirming that he’d been treated that way in the past. Sanders tried curling up but remained silent. He would be hard to crack. Cygnus stared at Hermione with defiance in his eyes. Lucius might have treated him to some of the same ‘training’ that Draco had. MacNeeley, on the other hand, shrieked like a small child and wiggled around trying to cover himself. Cygnus hissed at him in Latin, urging him to remember their training. Bingo.
Draco nodded at Melody, knowing that she would enjoy this part of the torture. The woman had been witness to many tortures in her short tenure as a Death Eater’s pet. She knew more about humiliation than most people. He was looking forward to this.
“Oh, no need to reassure him,” Melody purred. It was unnerving how much she sounded like Bellatrix in that moment. “We’re all aware he isn’t packing much.” She cackled maniacally.
“Stop it,” Cygnus hissed.
“Stop what?” Melody asked. “Stating the truth? Do you feel bad for him? I bet he takes it up the ass.”
Draco noted the snarl that escaped Cygnus. MacNeeley’s eyes were large and fear-filled. He might have been trained, but it was hard to fake that kind of fear. Still, he’d been the protégé of the master of deceit and his ‘pet.’ He couldn’t rule it out.
He nodded to Severus and then shifted to let him know which to take first. It was obvious that MacNeeley was Cygnus’s weak spot. The fastest way to get past an act was to go for the potions. MacNeeley was already frightened. The enhanced veritiserum would work well enough and withstand any countermeasures. He thanked his lucky stars again that Severus was such a genius.
Melody was still cackling madly, provoking Cygnus. He was clearly thrown off, not expecting this. Melody quickly threw a crucio at him, making him howl in pain. Draco couldn’t help but be proud that he hadn’t screamed that loudly. Granted, it was extremely hard to do. It was MacNeeley he was studying though. The man looked ready to piss himself. He was either genuine… or very convincing. With a sister like the Master, he could be the best fake ever.
Severus moved quickly, petrifying the sniveling man and tipping the required dose of veritiserum down his throat. Melody let Cygnus alone long enough to watch as MacNeeley was dosed. He and the other two started struggling in their bonds, trying desperately to get to the man. Draco’s lips curved in a smile, though no one would be able to see it. It seemed he’d picked the right one.
Draco waited a few moments before stepping forward, glad the fun was about to begin. “What is your full name?”
MacNeeley struggled a minute before succumbing. “Michael Whitley Dormer MacNeeley.”
‘Well that explains that,’ Hermione thought.
‘Care to enlighten me?’
‘I spoke with Rhap. She said that Moira was caressing Dormer like a lover.’
‘Not brother and sister. It explains the age gap, but she’s a squib.’
‘Ask another question.’
Draco watched the other men closely. “Is Wilhelm Dormer your father?”
“Yes,” Michael spat.
“SHUT UP!” Dormer screamed.
“Now, now,” Melody hissed, throwing a crucio at Dormer.
“Is Moira MacNeeley your mother or your sister?” Draco pressed.
“M-mother.”
Draco scoffed. “Wilhelm Dormer, notorious Death Eater and Pureblood supremacist slept with your filthy squib mother?”
“SHE’S NOT A SQUIB!” MacNeeley screamed. “She’s a pureblood, the purest.”
“Then why can’t she perform magic with a wand?”
Michael fought the potion hard, almost succeeding until Severus hit him with a crucio. Draco recognized it as a specialized one that Lucius had created. He approved whole heartedly. Michael needed to keep his head enough to answer but he had to lose a little control.
“S-she’s c-cursed b-b-by t-t-the G-gods.”
The other three men started yelling and cursing, encouraging Michael to shut up. Draco silenced them all, knocking them unconscious. He needed Michael’s full concentration right now.
“Why?” Draco growled.
“S-she knew too much.”
“This is going nowhere,” Draco snapped and turned to Melody and Severus. “Crack him.”
Michael screamed as the two former Death Eaters viciously ripped into his mind, not caring what they destroyed to get to his most precious memories. The veritiserum derivative made it very hard to keep occlumency walls up. Only a blood vow would stop them, but only temporarily. They weren’t really concerned for his health after all.
It took them much longer than usual but they nodded, letting Draco know they’d gotten what they needed. They left the room to preserve the precious memories. While they were gone, Draco examined the slumped man. He’d passed out from the pain of the intrusion. He appeared to be bleeding out through the nose. A quick diagnostic showed that his brain was starting to hemorrhage, a classic sign of an unbreakable vow that wasn’t fulfilled. Damn. He wouldn’t last the night.
Severus and Melody rejoined them a few minutes later. Melody revived everyone before pushing MacNeeley’s chin up with the tip of her wand. He blinked a few times, fear entering his eyes when he realized what happened.
“You sick pathetic fuck,” she hissed. “I’m going to enjoy watching you die.”
“No!” Cygnus screamed.
“Feeling a bit of nostalgia for brother dearest?” Melody purred. “I know all about you now. Stop me if I’m wrong. Mummy and Daddy wanted a girl, the perfect vessel. Instead they got you, a weak, cowardly little bitch that was barely viable. They thought about snuffing you out but mummy suddenly grew a conscience and shoved you in the arms of Dormer. He fled to America, afraid that his Lord would find out he’d fallen for a squib. How…quaint.”
“You know nothing,” Cygnus spat.
“Well,” she purred. “I’m about to learn a whole lot more.”
Draco picked up on her cue and immediately hit Michael with a spell they had created a long time ago. It was designed to allow the victim to feel every pain he’d ever caused another life form in ill will. For Hermione, it was enough to draw tears. For someone like Michael, he’d experience searing pain that he’d never experienced before. It would have killed the Dark Lord. He wondered how fast it would take out Dormer. However, he watched silently as Michael writhed, too far gone to make a peep.
“So Dormer,” Draco continued, “You fucked a squib. You must be so proud.”
“You think insults will break me?” Dormer scoffed.
“Oh no,” Draco purred. “But I learned from the best.” He flicked his wand and placed the spells he told himself that he’d never use again, the same ones designed to make a muggle sex slave. It sickened him but he knew that Dormer would break faster because of it. It was in the way he flinched when he mentioned Moira. She had some sort of hold on him beyond a normal Master or lover. He’d find it.
“What have you done?” Dormer wheezed when he started getting unbearably aroused.
“Oh, just livened things up a bit,” Draco chuckled darkly. He cast another spell to keep Dormer in that state. He knew first-hand how painful and degrading this was. Voldemort was impressed when Lucius came up with it… after Dormer left. He just hoped that Dormer hadn’t learned to cope with it, despite having cast it on Zandra.
“You sick bastard,” Dormer screamed.
“What’s the matter big boy,” Melody cooed. “Don’t like the taste of your own medicine?”
Draco motioned for Severus to start on Sanders. If anyone could dish out a beating, it was Severus. The fact that he preferred muggle methods made it much sweeter. True purebloods hated it simply because it was muggle. Sanders would break down the fastest.
Severus stepped forward and waved his wand over the table, revealing a spread of devices similar to what he’d used on Melody all those years ago. He tried briefly to penetrate Sanders’ mind but was shut out. He’d have to do something to get him to lose concentration. He didn’t want to use all his stores of modified veritiserum. Besides, he could get a little of his own back.
His first strike flayed the man’s skin wide open straight down his chest. He struck quickly, not allowing Sanders any rest. By the time he was done, the flesh hung in ribbons across his chest. It made his fangs descend and his stomach turn at the same time. He had an idea though. Lucius was overly compliant when he bit him. He put down the whip and walked up to Draco so he could convey his plan.
Draco thought it was a good idea. It would also sicken Cygnus and Dormer and get in their heads, but Severus would have to remove his mask to bite. He motioned for Severus to follow him into another chamber of the dungeons. Lucius kept a store of old masks they could quickly charm. Glamours could fail if the caster got distracted; masks wouldn’t. He chose a mask that covered everything except the area from the bottom of the nose to the chin and curved around to shield the jaws. It would allow Severus the freedom to bite without revealing any distinctive features. As a plus, it was already charmed to make those bleeding freely be terrified.
When he returned, he couldn’t help but admire the way Melody had gotten under Cygnus’s skin. Hermione had been sporadically zapping his body at different bundles of nerves. He knew from experience that caused occlumency shields to falter as the brain tried to patch the damage. He had the overwhelming urge to take her upstairs and fuck her until neither one of them could stand. She visibly shivered at his thoughts and it was only the sight of Severus in his new mask that stopped him. They couldn’t abandon the issue now.
“Who the fuck is that?” Cygnus growled.
“Just a friend,” Draco said smugly, watching the men’s eyes widen at the sight of Severus’s fangs.
Sander’s screams echoed off the walls as Severus slid his fangs into the man. He took a few sips before pulling back and allowing the others to see the blood drip off the fangs. With the mask, it was quite a terrifying sight. Severus licked off the blood, savoring its flavor before hissing over Sanders.
“Master!” Sanders cried. “Master please!”
“Tell me what you know,” Severus ordered.
“I can’t Master.”
“You are displeasing me!” Severus snarled, lashing out with strike across the face. “Tell me now.”
“I took an oath. I can’t.”
Severus hissed, exerting his will over his new childe. Sanders cowered, his eyes rolling around in his sockets as he tried to fight both Severus’s will and the oath he took. In the end, the blood won out and Sanders had a full body seizure before he started talking.
“Moira made a deal with the Gods. They’ll remove the curse if she creates a race of pure magical creatures. The Gods can only touch those fate has touched.”
“Where is Moira?” Severus cooed.
“I don’t know. Only her sons know.”
“Thank you Sanders,” Severus purred. “You’ve been very valuable.”
Draco held Hermione close as they watched Severus finish off Sanders. They didn’t need him anymore if he didn’t know where the Master was. He’d told them something valuable though. They needed to speak to the Gods again soon. For now, they still had two men to go. Michael wouldn’t last more than a few more hours. He considered scanning him for tracking charms and allowing him to go back to Moira.
He conveyed this thought with Melody through legilimency. She stepped forward and waved her wand over Michael a dozen times, taking several enchantments off the man. Then she knocked him out and obliviated him.
“Give us your knife love,” Melody said, holding her hand out for Severus’s signature dagger. She quickly carved a few runes into Michael’s chest, leaving a message for the Master.
Hermione gasped and then chuckled, realizing what she’d told the Master. She grabbed him and apparated away with him. Draco smirked, thinking about the fact that his blood running through her veins allowed her to do that. She would take him to the forest just outside the Manor and send him off with a self-destructing port key. She made sure to put Moira’s tracker back into place and set it to activate when he landed. It was really a brilliant plan.
“And then there were two,” Draco purred. “But, I think we’ll save the best for last. Friend, please dispose of your meal and we’ll be off.”
“Where are you going?” Cygnus demanded.
“We have things to do,” Draco said flippantly. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back.”
“Oh, before we go,” Melody purred.
She flicked her wand, smirking when the men screamed in terror. She’d removed their sight and set off a serious of random needle sticks. They also would hear the sounds of people being tortured and begging for mercy. It was more a mind fuck than a painful situation, but it would go a long way in helping them break. Melody preferred that.
The four walked out of the dungeons. They had some information to go on and lots of memories to go through. They also needed to help the Potters burry Albus and Martin. The Master would be more enraged that Cygnus and Dormer were missing than if they’d returned them to her like Michael. They only hoped she’d start making mistakes soon.
As they left the Manor, they had mixed emotions. It was a little cathartic, finally bringing the tormentors to justice but they couldn’t help but feel dirty. After all, they’d vowed to never revisit their dark pasts again. Still, they had a few Goddesses they needed to talk to. If Moira made a deal, then they wouldn’t find her unless they got some bigger allies.

AN: I'm not really happy with the chapter, but I'll let you guys decide. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I love them all. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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