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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That lucky duck JK Rowling does. I don't make any money from this fanfic. I just play with her toys and put them back in relatively good condition.

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“I have a horrible feeling about this,” Hermione said softly.

Draco frowned and looked around, recognizing where the pensieve memory had taken them immediately. He hadn’t stepped foot inside the doors of Fangs and Thangs since he was a teenager. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to but they couldn’t afford for the vampires to get wind of Melody’s change to a daywalker or worse… Alex’s. He imagined that only a few years had passed since his last memory of the vampire club and now, though it was hard to tell. It wasn’t like vampires aged.

“Three years,” Hermione announced.

Draco spun and realized she’d made her way to the back office, where she was pointing to a desk calendar. Sure enough, it read June 2001. That meant that whatever Moira had been planning, she’d done so during Voldemort’s reign. It was the only way to explain how quickly she got to the vampires. It took a lot more than a few bats of an eye to infiltrate them, especially under the watchful eyes of Sampson, Victor, Sergei, and especially Tatyana.

“Where is he?” Hermione grumbled, looking around at everyone writhing around in the club.

“No telling,” Draco sighed. “He’s got to be polyjuiced. They’d never let him in without it.”

“No, there!” Hermione squeaked, pointing to the stage.

Draco groaned. “It’s open mike night.”

Hermione nodded and made her way to the stage. Open mike night gave humans the opportunity to attend the club. If Michael happened to pose as a member of the band, then the vampires would be clueless. She frowned when she spotted some very familiar faces.

“Did they not see the resemblance?” Draco wondered aloud when he saw Cygnus take the stage.

Hermione cocked her head and examined Cygnus as he picked up a pair of drum sticks. He had Draco’s profile, that was for sure, especially since they both had long platinum hair and silvery eyes. However, she realized that Cygnus was every inch Bellatrix in the way he moved. There was an imbalance in his gaze, a wicked grin on his face that read dangerous, and a much jerkier way of moving. Draco glided across the floor like a lithe cat, almost as smoothly as Severus. Cygnus was heavy footed, much too eager to do things to care about how he appeared.

“No,” she finally said. “He has a resemblance, but nothing more. It could be passed off as your doppelganger. I’m sure they’ve seen more than one in their lifetimes.”

Draco hummed and studied the other people taking the stage. Michael took up the guitar. There were three others, a ginger, a brunette, and another blond, all males around the same age. He wondered if these were loyal followers or coerced, not that it mattered. Still, it would be nice to know how early Moira had amassed an army. They walked through countless people to reach the front and froze. Moira was behind the stage… talking to Sergei.

“Surely you must agree,” Moira hissed.

“No I do not,” Sergei hissed, his eyes flashing indigo.

“You were His most trusted lead vampire.”

“I was his puppet,” Sergei hissed. “I lost my mate in the battle.”

“You turned on Him.”

“He would destroy all that is good in the world for power.”

“But I am not like him,” Moira said softly. “I have no magic.”

“But you’ll do blasphemous things to get it,” Sergei said coldly. “I’ve tasted true power woman, power imbued to those who have no wish to abuse it. They’d rather be born without it than have the responsibility to wield it. It rips them apart to experience it. It would kill them if they let it and you want to harness it. I say no.”

“He’s talking about us,” Hermione whispered.

“Who do you know?” Moira asked with narrowed eyes.

Sergei sniffed. “More worthy acquaintances than you.”

Moira’s eyes widened in outrage. “Why you-“

“I vould make your vords carefully,” Sampson said as he glided up behind the spluttering woman. “Humans are privilege tonight.”

“Indeed,” Moira huffed before nodding and spinning around.

“That didn’t go well,” Draco snorted.

“Can you hear what they’re saying?” Hermione asked with a frown. Sergei and Sampson were hissing at each other but their words wouldn’t come clear.

“I think that’s Romanian,” Draco said with a frown. “We’ll have to ask them if we want to know.”

They stayed in the memory until it dissipated, curious as to the role of the other three members of the group. Grudgingly, they admitted that the band was good. However, they could practically feel the tense atmosphere. It was as if everyone were poised to strike. Why on earth would the vampires have allowed the group in the club if they were that tense about them?

“Well, that didn’t help a whole hell of a lot,” Draco sniffed once they found themselves back in the basement of the Ranch.

Hermione blew a chunk of hair out of her face. “We know they tried to ally the vampires. Maybe the reason they didn’t experiment on them was because they couldn’t get them to agree.”

Draco hummed. “Maybe. But you know as well as I that even vampires have weaknesses. They could be caught and captured.”

“Yes but restraining them with silver only works so long before they are destroyed.”

“Maybe this next memory will shed some light,” Draco grumbled.

They capped the old memory and poured the next one, bracing themselves for just about anything when they entered. They landed in a forest, a very familiar one.

“Is this the Forbidden Forest?” Hermione asked incredulously.

Draco frowned. “I believe so. I remember this clearing. Just over there is where we met Firenze after we got stuck in the Ministry of Magic.”

“What in the hell are we doing here?” Hermione huffed.

Draco pointed to Michael who was crouched behind a tree. Cygnus was crouched nearby behind another tree. Both men were staring into the clearing, wands drawn. They looked terrified. In a few minutes, it was clear that they had every right to be. The familiar clip-clopping of hooves came nearer.

“Bane.” Moira’s quivery voice filled the air.

“Human,” Bane spat. “What are you doing in this forest?”

“I have a proposition for you,” Moira began softly.

“Save your words human, for we have read the stars. The brightest of all shall cause your downfall. We will have no part in this. Be gone.”

Moira huffed. “You haven’t even listened!”

“And I have no intention of it,” Bane snarled. “Call of your men and leave this place.”

Before Moira could protest, Bane loped off, leaving her in the dust. Moira’s mouth gaped open a few moments before she motioned for the boys to join her and they disappeared.

“So they tried the Centaurs too,” Hermione said softly.

“I imagine these memories show meetings with all the creatures,” Draco hummed and poured the next one in.

He had guessed right. All the memories showed Moira and the two men meeting different creatures. Merpeople, veela, elves, fae, and even braving the depths of the sea to meet with the mermaidens, Anastasia’s kin. The last memory stood alone on the table. So far, all of the different people had said no.

“Wager on the race?” Draco asked.

Hermione snorted. “We both know it was the werewolves.”

Draco frowned and tipped the memory into the bowl. They entered in a forest, not unlike the forbidden forest. A large pack of werewolves roamed around, all turned. They looked up to see that it was indeed a full moon. But how on earth had Moira communicated with them like this? Their answer came in the form of a woman who looked a little too much like Fenrir. She’d half resisted the change but it wasn’t hard to see she was about to lose the battle.

“Do we have a deal?” Moira asked as she and the boys stepped into the clearing.

“No!” The woman hissed. “We will not fight again. We lost everything… everyone. We were fools and we will not join for another foolish venture. This does not concern us. From now on, we stick to our own. Go. I will not hold the pack after I’m turned.”

Moira let out an unearthly howl. “FOOLS! You are foolish not to join me.”

“Save your dramatics,” the woman growled and let out a painful shriek that turned into the call of a werewolf.

The pack howled in answer and surrounded Moira and the boys though they seemed to hit a barrier when they tried to lunge. A shield charm was keeping them from attacking. Hermione knew from experience that a shield would only last so long before they would break through.

“Get the leader,” Moira growled and watched with glee as Cygnus stunned the leader and levitated her into the air.

The last thought that went through Hermione and Draco’s mind before the pensive went dark was that the woman’s pack fought like mad to save her….

And she’d said no.

AN: So it's a bit of a cop out, a lot shorter than my other chapters, but my muse is... well, she's not playing fair. I'll keep working on this one... promise. Maybe I'll get more than a few hours to myself this week so I can write. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I haven't abandoned this one and I promise I won't. Thanks for sticking with me. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound