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Chapter 6

Draco could not believe Granger would blatantly do something so illegal; but perhaps she’d been granted permission already. That would be so like her, he rolled his eyes at the thought.

He was of course apperating (illegally) to the villa. He had learned to do it at sixteen and spent all summer practicing. With out Lucius around he found it much easier to do anything he pleased; especially with his mum caught up in her own problems. Of course that could not last too long, like all the good moments in his life it was cut short by “Hitler’. Draco had started calling him that when his father had missed his fifteenth birthday to go on some killing spree. Knowing history as he did, he found this name most appropriate, especially when he learned Voldemort was half muggle. Unfortunately, when Draco was beckoned he had never thought twice about what it would do to him or his family. Then he was not use to thinking, he just did as he was told. Now it seemed like that was all he did, think, about everything.

The house was amazingly quiet when he walked in, considering it was suppertime. His stomach told him someone somewhere should be cooking something. At this, he realized he hadn’t eaten all day and he was indeed starving. His stomach growling was the only sound he heard, it was too quiet, suddenly something felt very wrong. Draco drew his wand and into the kitchen, he went. His mother was standing there, making what looked like puttanesca (his favorite) and she seemed to be swaying to unheard music. When she turned to the counter, he saw her lips moving too. However, there was no sound coming from them or the phonograph he spotted in the corner. Why had she put a silencing spell on the room? He dropped his invisibility cloak over a chair back, walked over and tapped her shoulder; he saw her scream but still no sound. He raised his brows at her; she immediately picked up her wand and undid the charm, so he thought.

“Draco, darling you scared me to death” she said eyes sparkling with joy. She hugged him for a long while. He had missed her so much without even realizing it, only when his eyes got misty did he pull away. She started signing again and he nearly laughed aloud. Lucius had hated her indulgence for music and he thought The Beatles were the worst. Once he had promised to buy her an 8-carat ring she had wanted since she was a girl, in exchange for the phonograph and the albums disappearing. Obviously she’d refused, and when he came home the next day ‘”can’t buy me love’” was charmed to play in every room of the Manor. When he found it Lucius smashed, the player to smithereens she retired it to her own personal sitting room, after that. Draco had spent many hours of his childhood sitting on the floor reading with the albums as background noise. He smiled at the recollection.

“So what’s this” he said sticking his finger in the sauce “expecting company?” Only one of a handful of dishes she cooked herself (the elves she said, were too precise) it needed variations to make it truly good. Much to Draco and his stomach’s delight, it still tasted divine.

“Still so funny” she smacked his hand away “I see you’ve taken to purchasing those C- D things.”

He sat down at the table and noticed a couple of cd’s on the counter, the player and the others were in his room. “Ya, I got bored around here, I’ve found some really good bands, but the sound is too clean on those discs the vinyl is much better in my opinion.” He caught the question in her eyes “It what they are calling albums these days; mum how did you know I was here?”

“I’ve had Finn checking on this and a few other places since end of term. I had hoped you’d show up eventually and then you did.” She sounded proud, that she still knew her son. “I thought I’d let you have your space for a while and then we’d talk. But some things came up I had to prepare for and lately you’ve been gone all day and night, coming back at weird hours.” She looked at him expectantly but continued, “When I heard your father was being released, and with no news from Sev, I thought maybe your father had contacted you, and that’s what you were up to. Turns out I was wrong.” She smiled a very apologetic smile at him “So I decided hiding would be easier than pretending loyalty to him and his lord, at least I’d have you.”

“Not MY FATHER, for starters” she eyed him curiously “and I don’t know how I feel about you watching me, you’re a lot sneakier than I thought” he gave her an amused look “But I’m glad you’re here, you could have let me know what you were planning, I was a little, well I thought….”he couldn’t revisit those thoughts.

She sat down across from him, covering his hand with hers, “I’m sorry love, I couldn’t risk it” her eyes asked for forgiveness. His denied it and he pouted.   Narcissa watched him for a few more moments “Spoiled boy” she said affectionately and she went back to her cooking.

“You should be a bit more careful though” she tossed that morning’s edition of the Prophet at him.

On the front page, spattered with sauce, was an article about the mishap at the Leakey Cauldron. They paper was calling it a publicity stunt to get headlines; apparently the owner was not getting enough business or some other tripe. He did not really see her point.

“Your father knows it was you.” He gave her a look that said I doubt it “Really dear, you’ve been causing these since you were seven, and your pet snake died. The night my death is published, it just happens to occur in such a public place? He’s not an idiot and you’re not exactly being careful, falling over cauldrons in the middle of Diagon Alley?”

“How do you, how does he know about that?” he was really wondering if the cloak was faulty, first Ganger now this.

“He was watching Hermione Granger, and when he saw it, wondered if she was being followed, apparently when he saw the paper he was sure it was you doing the following. Millie said she waited around all afternoon while he just stared at the poor girl, apparently he’s taking a liking to her.” Her tone turned to ice with her last sentence. “Fortunately he suspects your following the Head Girl in order to turn her over to…what is it you called him?” she waited.

“Hitler” he supplied.

“Yes, Hitler” she chuckled “So, he thinks you’re trying to get back in “Hitler’s” good graces. In addition, while you would think that would make him happy it does not, it would ruin his plans. I think he fears you are trying to do just that. Honestly, the man thinks everyone’s actions revolve around him; he has become a complete fuckwit. (She just now thinks this?) Anyway, I think he sent some of your old school friends to look for you at her rooms at the pub. Your father wants you to help execute his plan, so you will stay out of his way. I admitted to Sev earlier I’m afraid it maybe a little too enticing for you to pass up.”

“Well I nearly ran into, Goyle, Crabbe, and Parkinson” she laughed at how he would spat the girls name “What exactly is his plan, I mean how the hell did the Ministry let him go? At first, I just thought it was because they are complete idiots, but there must be something in it for them. How are you keeping up with all of this?”

“Well you father may be Lord of the Manor but the elves are devoted to me, you should know that. They bring me whatever they can: gossip, bits of overheard information, plans anything they think I will find useful. You know how arrogant your father is—“

“HE’S NOT MY FATHER” Draco fumed slamming his fist into the table.

“As I was saying he’s been holding meetings at the manor with some important ministry officials and boasting to himself about how smart he is. Apparently, he came up with this all by himself, and you know how proud he gets. Apparently he’s trying to find Severus too, but smart as your father is that won’t happen”

“I swear if you call him my father one more time-“

Narcissa whipped around-one hand on hip-sauce spoon pointed at him in the other raised an eyebrow and then smirked. It hit him just then how much his mannerisms were akin to hers.

“Are you suggesting I was unfaithful to your FATHER” her tone was icy but the look on her face said she was pushing him.

“No, nothing like that could you just-“he pushed back from the table.

“No Draco Merrick Black Malfoy, I couldn’t just pretend you’re a bastard. That I went round committing adultery like him. Besides I refuse to take responsibility for that temper, that’s all his.” Her eyes brightened with humor.

“Nothing about me is his, I don’t want to be anything like him, and he’s horrible.”

“Stop Draco, just stop I know what he is just as well if not better than yourself.” She sounded tired and sad for the first time that night “But denying who you are won’t help you accept where you’re going. I’ve earned the right to speak how I choose, for goodness sake, I leave one dictator for one in the making” he winced, but she was teasing him now. ”Listen he has made his choices, and now we get to make ours, might as well find the good in it. Besides you’re already looking less like him with the haircut, and look how dark you are.” He may as well accept defeat, unless he wanted her to rant on and burn the sauce, his stomach voted defeat. “Besides I’ve never seen that much hair on any part of your father’s body.” She smiled mischievously and turned back to the food.

“Ew! THAT was wickedly wrong! EW! Just gross ….New topic, how are you in contact with Sev,” he paused not sure, if he wanted to bring it up. “I take it he told you what happened that night?” He knew this would come up, he figured Sev, would tell her; they were after all best friends. He was afraid she would think him weak. Too uncomfortable with the silence he walked toward the bay windows and opened them. The evening breeze was warm and salty; he breathed deeply trying to steady his nerves. He glanced at her and she had stopped what she was doing and was staring intently at him, he could tell she was choosing her words carefully. He took another deep breath and when that did not work reached for his back pocket.

“Before dinner, honestly Draco, I don’t know what to do with you.” She was smiling, but he was not looking at her he was lighting the fag. “Well at least the windows open” she began setting the table. “You know I feel guilty in all this too, I asked Sev to protect you, and he swore an oath. He had very little choice either, and Dumbledore has a plan in all of this, if anyone is smart enough to pull something off from the grave, it is that man. I am sure this means very little coming from your mother, but you are not weak, not killing someone; for you, that was a very strong thing to do, and it was the right choice. I hope you’ve come to that conclusion on your own” She untied the apron and put in on the counter “I’m going to wash up, suppers nearly done and please have that put out by the time I’m back” she kissed his cheek and moments later he heard her climbing the stairs.

He watched the tide coming in and wondered how his mother had survived so long under the confines of the Manor and its lord. Watching her now he realized how strong she must have been to play the woman she had for so long. He’d always known the loving side of her, from a very young age she’d told Draco how things must appear on the outside. But when his father was away or whenever it was just the two of them she came to life with warmth and laughter. He’d wanted Lucius to be that way with him too. He wanted them to be a family and the summer before the Quidditch World Cup, he’d tried to tell his father what he was missing out on; when it came to his mother. That was one of the stupidest things he’d ever done, it still haunted him.

~~flashback~~

His father had been gone a month, and his mum and him had spent the entire month sight seeing, fishing, camping (at least by Malfoy standards it was) and going to as many Quidditch games as she’d let him. When his father returned he’d been so jovial for the better part of a week that Draco thought maybe something had changed, maybe they could be a family.

So one night in his father’s study he’d ask him if he’d want to go fishing sometime and told the story about the giant fish his mum had hooked nearly pulling her out of the row boat.

When Draco looked up his father was smiling, and Draco began to grin back, until he caught his father’s eyes. The look in them was terrifying; he knew he was in for it. After a few minutes, nothing and surprisingly enough, he was simply sent to his room for the evening. Being newly fourteen Draco was adolescent enough to think he had gotten off and simply went to bed.   Looking back he should have know better, he should have seen it coming but he hadn’t been jaded enough to know people don’t change, so he didn’t.

Even when he woke in the wee hours of the morning to the commotion, it still had not hit him.

Being as quiet as possible, he stole across the Manor to his parent’s wing. The first corridor (his mum’s rooms) was quiet so he assumed she had not been woken by the commotion yet. When he got to his father’s he realized things weren’t as okay as he thought. The study door was ajar and he could see the green flames crackling around the fireplace. His father was shouting something so incoherent he did not understand it. Obviously, he was drunk, and then Sev was telling him to get his hands off him. Next thing Draco knew spells were flying and he then he heard a thud on the carpet followed by mutterings too low to make out. Too curious to walk away Draco slowly pressed the door open. He would never forget what he saw that night; it was still crystal clear in his mind, some times it even haunted his dreams.

First, he saw her. His mother was chained to the desk, blood dripping from her hair and mouth. Severus was covering her with a blanket but he still saw the blood dripping down her thighs. Walking toward her his bare foot stepped on something sharp. Only then did he notice there were broken bottles of alcohol everywhere, books on the floor, paintings torn from the walls. He looked beyond the desk and saw his father from the chest down (his head was shielded by the desk) naked on the floor. Lucius’ cock was 4 or 5 times what one would consider average, covered in blood and limp. Draco nearly threw up, and then he turned to Severus, who had levitated his mum and was taking her apparently to her rooms. Severus held his finger to his lips and then motioned Draco to follow him. Draco did but not before he saw the blood pooled on the desktop and the poker lying in the embers on the grate. As he left the room, more books flew from the shelves.

Silently he followed them down the hall; it seemed to be magically charmed to go on forever. Finally arriving at his mum’s bedroom, he waited in the hall. The longer it took the more the fear took over him, and he paced.

When Severus finally emerged, he looked curiously up and down the hall at the floating contents.

“Well” was all Draco could get out.

“She’s alive” he breathed and suddenly all the drapes, paintings and vases landed back in position with one resounding thud.

~~~End Flashback~~

Severus had healed her as much as possible and given her a sleeping potion. He had also modified Lucius’ memory so that he remembered telling Narcissa to get out of his sight and had no recollection of Severus ever being there. He assured Draco that Lucius would remember what he’d done, but would just think after tiring of her he’d passed out.

It still made him sick and he still felt completely responsible for it all.

After that he never ever mentioned anything about his mum to Lucius again or the incident for that matter. He hadn’t even told her he was sorry because he was sure it would kill her to know her son not only knew but had seen her like that. Noticing the words to the song he shook his head

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me,

shine until tomorrow, let it be.

How completely ironic life was; and then something that had never occurred to him before now, crossed his mind. Why had Severus been there arguing with Lucius? What was going on that night? Did Severus watch what had happened? He couldn’t believe that he’d never thought of this before. Now he wanted answers. He needed to talk to Severus, tonight!

The songs end echoed across the kitchen

Let it be, let it be

Let it be.

Let it be my ass!! He flicked his long forgotten butt out the window and went to wash his hands.

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Hermione’s supper with her parent’s passed uneventfully for the most part. Her mom had found the box she asked about in her earlier post, and they chatted about how the studying was going for the boys. They liked that she was going back to school; they found it safer than the alternative. They had bought her lie about studying all day, and when her father asked what was distracting her she blamed it on the nerves of become Head Girl; to which her mum had squealed with delight.

Apparently she’d forgotten to tell them that part, it seemed everyone knew before her and she’d not thought it was such big news anymore. They didn’t have a clue what was really going on with her, and what was the point in telling them, they couldn’t help her anyway. She reminded herself it was for the best, but sitting alone on the bed in her room at Headquarters she was wishing she had someone to talk to, someone who understood. She wanted to talk with Harry, but he had bigger fish to fry, so to speak, she couldn’t bother him with her personal problems. She wondered what Draco was doing right now; if he was wishing for conversation too. But it didn’t matter, she was all alone again, she put the smooth wooden box on the night table (a top the mirror) and picking up the letter lay back on the bed.    Checking her watch, she had two more hours till the call she decided to go over it again. Not that it would help mind you, but it still seemed too bizarre to be real.

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Ms Granger,

It gives us great pleasure to offer you the position of Head Girl in such difficult times as these. If you accept this position you will be expected to follow all rules set out by the Head Governor and the Supreme Ministry Governing Body. After the start of term feast, a formal ball will be held to introduce this new governing body. We at the Ministry have seen the trouble caused by the extremist in our society and to better protect us from attack have enacted a new branch of government. It is a time to move forward, a time for peace, a time of light not darkness. In light of this we have enforced a new dress code this year. Houses have been abolished in favor of a more functional organization of the students; enabling everyone to mover forward with out prejudice.

There is a trial period of 14 days in which you will be tested to make sure you meet the Ministry requirements of your position. In these troubled times we can’t afford to be too careful, of those we put in power. We are looking forward to your arrival as the new Head Girl and the leadership you will surely bring to the position.

Expectantly,

Lucius Malfoy

Head Governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry School Board

Highest Governor of the Supreme Ministry Governing Body

Along with

The Minister for Magic

And

Temporarily the Acting Head Mistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry



Now is the time, move forward in peace and light.

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Distressed didn’t quite cover how she was feeling. The fact that no other human beings name was on the letter made her wonder if he’d sent it just to scare her. But the note that came with it said McGonagall new it was coming. She couldn’t begin to fathom the political implications all of this had, let a lone the fact that people knew about it and it was still happening. It was like a bad dream but she was already awake.

Her last year at Hogwarts and there were no houses. How would they be arranging them then, alphabetically? And a new dress code she couldn’t wait to see what that entailed.

The spare piece of parchment behind the letter had said nothing at first, but after Hermione held it a while it began to fill with writing that she recognized as McGonagall’s own hand.

She’d immediately committed it to memory; which proved useful since it disappeared as soon as she let go of the paper and hadn’t returned since.

Get to Headquarters immediately after dinning with your parent’s

People are coming for young Mr Malfoy, his friends, we need to test his loyalty to Lucius you must be gone.

I know what you’re thinking but there is nothing to be done about it now, he’s already here

Harry must focus on his task, don’t go into the details of the letter or tell him about Mr. Malfoy’s reapperance either one.

Stay there till the train back

She knew this was all going down because of Lucius in some way or another. McGonagall could have simply asked her and she could tell you Draco’s loyalties didn’t lie with his father anymore. Unless he was using her, which she doubted, he seemed way too uncomfortable, and using people would be easy for him. She just couldn’t understand why the Ministry was trying to control Hogwarts again. Hadn’t they learned their lesson? Look at what had happened before and now Dumbledore wasn’t even there to protect anyone. She began to cry at that thought, everyone was so lost without him, and she couldn’t tolerate that Severus Snape could be the answer to all it. She began to sob uncontrollably. Life was shit! Hermione was far more exhausted than she realized and in no time had cried her self to sleep.

Shortly after; unbeknownst to her, the mirror on the night table glowed and icy blue.
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