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Sorry it took so long for this chapter but we(A friend of me and my old self) had to give a paper about Albert Einstein, his 'special relative theory' (is this spelled right?) and the formula E=mc2 and it took us the whole week to get into the stuff. Well, we explained it Friday and that was the only paper for me this year.
The second reason is a real nasty writer's block that is starting to crawl into my body and starts to take over me. I wrote most of that chapter in one rush (Everything starting with the scene in the hospital wing) but I hope it didn't get to bad.
Big thank yous to all of you who reviewed!!!
Sarcasticpunk02 thank you again for proofreading!!!

Chapter 8

Somewhere down this road
I know someone's waiting
Years of dreams just can't be wrong
Arms will open wide
I'll be safe and wanted
Finally home where I belong
Starting now I'm learning fast
Courage see me through
Heart I'm trusting you.
Heart don't fail me now
courage don't desert me
Don't turn back now that we're here
Home love family
There was once a time
I must have had them to
Home love family
I will never be complete
Until I find you
Journey to the past — Anastasia

"But when he married he changed his name in Vipérblanc." All the eyes rested on Albus. Had they heard right? They had to be dreaming!

"I don't get this! Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin, and prophecy about Harry Potter, Lavender Brown Brown and Ronald and Virginia Weasley says that the four of them will help the dark side gain power. But if this is true..." Severus said as he pointed at the paper in Albus hands.

"Then Hermione Vipérblanc should also be on the dark side...along with you." Damon met the gaze of the dark professor and shook his head.

"There has to be a mistake. My parents were against Voldemort, and everyone knew it." Albus nodded at the young teacher and placed the paper on the table.

"I don't understand it either. For the first time in my life, I don't have the slightest clue of what this all is about!" He sighed deeply.

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It was past midnight and Albus was lying wide-awake in his bed. It had been hard to hear that Madam Pomfrey had discovered the dark mark on Ron's arm. He was caught in his thoughts when he heard some strange noise. It sounded like someone or something was scratching on the door to his room. He arose sleepily and made his way to the door.

"Sirius! What are you doing here?"

"Originally I wanted to visit Harry, just to check and make sure he is all right, you know." Albus, with a confused _expression, looked at the man in front of him. Seeing that this would be more than small talk, he leaded Sirius into his office.

"Why did you come and look for Harry in the middle of the night?" Albus asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I didn't hear anything from him for more than half a year, but I had never expected THIS!" Albus leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table.

"What happened?" He asked in a small voice.

"At this very moment, while the two of us are talking here, Harry is in the Gryffindor common room and well, is very interested in Ron's younger sister!"

"Virginia." Sirius nodded.

"At didn't think much about it when I noticed them. I was just on my way back when I heard them talking."

Harry was pressing his lips on Ginny's with a passion she had never felt before. She brought her hands around his neck while he pushed her back into the couch. Her hands moved down over his back and into his red shirt, pulling him closer by digging her fingernails into his flesh.

Harry moaned into her mouth. His tongue pushed through her opened lips and ran forcefully over her own tongue. At the same time, Harry pressed himself farther down on Ginny showing her that he wouldn't be able to wait any longer.

Ginny finally had gotten rid of Harry's shirt and tossed it aside, running her fingers over his chest. Harry pulled Ginny's shirt over her head and unhooked her bra as fast as he possible could. He didn't waste any time with giving too much attention to her breasts like he usually did. This time wasn't just for the fun of the two of them. This time it was about more....much more!

Ginny thought exactly the same and took her wand from the table to mutter a few words which freed them from the rest of their clothes the second she had waved with her wand.

Harry grinned at her and kissed her again forcefully before he lifted himself up a bit. Ginny kissed his lower arm and looked up into his eyes.

"Let me get your seed. Let me become the mother of your child. Let me be the mother of our Lord's heir. Come on Harry, Tonight, Voldemort's heir will be fathered." And with one fast thrust Harry had entered her.

Albus took some deep breaths when Sirius had finished. "So, it is already starting! I was hoping it would take them longer!"

Sirius gave him a confused look before asking,"What is this all about? Would you please explain me why Harry has become a death eater?"

Albus sighed and told Sirius everything that he knew so far.

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Hermione yawned and pulled her legs close to her body, as she tried to find a comfortable position in the armchair. She looked her brother as he was watching the rising sun through the window. Hermione closed her eyes tightly for a few moments before she opened them again. She could fall asleep at the same second but she forced herself to stay awake. Damon must have had his reasons for calling her at this early hour, and they better be good ones! She could have slept for at least two more hours and now she was sitting here for more then twenty minutes staring at her brother's back while he was watching the sun rise.

Now, that the first rays of sunshine found their way into the window, she had to narrow her eyes, but still she could see her brother's blond hair, now even better than before since it was shining golden in the early sunlight. It was falling down onto his shoulders and Hermione knew that he would pull it back with the well-known black ribbon. His chest was broad from playing rugby in high school, and Hermione could make out the scar on his shoulder from one of the games. His skin was tan and Hermione had to smile at this. While she had become very pale over the summer and her hair had turned black, her brother was the exact opposite of her. However. as much as she loved her brother and loved spending time with him, It was still too early for her to be up, and she didn't like it!

"Damon, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Damon jumped slightly and turned around to face his sister, her dark eyes locking his blue ones.

"I wanted to talk to you about the wedding. I'd guessed you would have some questions about it." Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.

"Okay, how about this question to start: WHY? Why do I have to marry Draco Malfoy? And on my birthday of all days!?!" Damon sighed and sat down in an armchair opposite her.

AN:(I had just the strange urge to stop the chapter here and make it really short by this but also really mean. :D Then I thought about the many possible ways you would come up with, how you could kill me and then I decided otherwise. So sit down and prepare yourself for what is coming now. And please, don't follow your urge if it tells you to kill me!)

"Well, you know that our family is an old one. And about three hundred years ago, there was this ancestor of our, Ambros Vipérblanc. He was married and had three children. Ignatius, Firmus, and Morgan. Morgan was engaged and should marry on her seventeenth birthday. The engagement was settled when she was a child and the man she should marry was as old as her own father, but this wasn't the only problem. When she was sixteen, Morgan fell in love with one of the servants and the feelings were mutial. When her fiancé found out about this, he fought against Morgan's lover and the young man lost his life and Morgan's fiancé didn't want to marry her anymore. So, one week before her seventeenth birthday she was all alone. Her father was furious about her behaviour and he told her that he would kill her if she wasn't be married by her birthday. He swore that he would thrust a sword into her heart, just like she had done to him by refusing his friend. By midnight, when her birthday was over, she would die.

Her mother was more than worried for her only daughter's life, so she sent word to her brother and asked him for help. She knew that her husband would kill their daughter. Fortunately, her brother discovered the solution for their problem. One of his friend's son was in the right age to marry, but his father hadn't found 'the right wife' for his son yet.

This guy, Nicholas, arrived at the castle just in time for Morgan's birthday, and the marriage was fulfilled, but also on the same day, Ambros Vipérblanc died.

As she was sleeping, he appeared in Morgan's dream and told her that he would make sure she would pay. No daughter of his would fool him. He told her that every girl of her family would die if she wasn't be married by the age of seventeenth. Morgan didn't think much about these words, not until it was obvious that she was pregnant. She was staying day and night in her room praying that she wouldn't get a girl that no girl would ever be born in her line of the family. She didn't want for any other girl to have to marry a man that she didn't love. Sure, over the years, Morgan and Nicholas became friends, but no one of them found love. Since Nicholas was the second son of his family and Morgan's brothers died a few years after their wedding, with no heirs left. Morgan and Nicholas became the heirs of Vipérblanc name. All those hundreds of years, there had no girl been born in our family., and after some time, Ambros' promise was forgotten.

But then, seventeenth years ago, when mum was pregnant with you, she wished so much that she would get a daughter that would look like Snow White that you were born.

On your birthday Dad received a letter from an anonymous sender, telling exactly this story. Dad looked it up in some old books about our family and only hoped that you would be a boy. He didn't know about mum's wishing to have a baby girl, and when the mediwitch told him that he was now father of a daughter he sank down in his armchair in front of the fireplace and didn't say anything for about an hour. Then he arose and went to mum. I heard him telling her that it would be the best to kill you then.

I stood in the door then, because I wanted to see my little sister. I saw dad taking the dagger in his hand and lifting it up to kill you then while mum was crying and begging him to reconsider and that he should calm down. None of us had a clue back then what was going on with dad. He was just about to bring the dagger down into your heart when he suddenly stopped. You had just opened your eyes and laughed at him. He let the dagger fall and sank crying down next to your cradle.

At that evening, The Malfoys came to our castle to visit mum and dad, and of course to see the youngest member of our family. Narcissa took Draco with her and sat with mum in her room all night, while dad and Lucius went into dad's study. They closed the door behind them but I wanted to know what was going on, so I listened through the door. Dad told Lucius about what was going to happen.

So, this is why you have to marry Draco on your birthday. If you don't, you will die." The last sentence wasn't more than a whisper. Hermione sat in her armchair not saying a word and her face was completely blank.

"May I say something please!" Mya looked into Damon's eyes and a small smile was visible on her face.

"I guess divorce isn't possible, huh?" Damon raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"And I guess it also won't work when I try to annul the marriage, huh?" Damon shook his head again, more than surprised by his sister's reaction.

"You are taking this better than I'd thought you would."

"Well, I can't change it, right? And anyway, in whatever house we have to live in, there's more than plenty of room so we won't even have to see each other at all." she shrugged.

"Can I go now, I want to try to get the last half an hour of sleep." Hermione yawned when she arose.

"Mya, I don't think that you fully comprehend this." Mya turned around and looked curiously at Damon.

"The 'rules' are still the same like the ones three hundred years ago!"

"So?"

"Mya, think about it, think about what the marriage meant three hundred years ago. Think about what to MARRY someone meant! It's not just the yes, through sickness and health, till death do us part..." Hermione stood there in shock, her mouth open and her eyes widened in fear.

"No!" Her voice wasn't even a whisper it was more like a breath. Damon bit his lip and looked down, not able to look at her now.

"I'm sorry Mya"

But Hermione couldn't hear him anymore, for she was running back to her room, where she collapsed on the bed.

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When Hermione opened her eyes again it was at least noon, for the sun was up high in the sky. Hermione rubbed her eyes and tried to remember why she had fallen asleep.

Then she remembered. Oh, why couldn't she just forget that morning like she had forgotten the first few years of her life?

She didn't notice that the door of her bedroom opened and Damon walked in.

"Mya?"

"What? More bad news?" Damon bit his lip and sat down next to his sister on her bed.

"Mya, it wasn't my idea,and it wasn't Draco's either, but dad knew why he did it! It was the only way to keep you alive!" He sighed and arose from his seat. With another sad look towards his sister he walked to the door.

"We'll leave on Friday evening." He whispered before he left her alone again.

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At the same time, Harry, Ginny and Lavender sat in the hospital wing watching over the still unconscious Ron.

"Just what did that git do to him? He can't be unconscious for that long!" Lavender said, watching Ron as if he would wake up any minute.

"Maybe it's better if he stays unconscious for some time. As soon as he wakes up, Dumbledore is going to expel him and just because of that bitch!" Ginny said angrily

"Don't worry Ginny, she'll pay. We'll make sure of that!" Harry nodded.

"I don't know what it is, but there is something about her that makes me wanna throw up whenever she is around."

"I know, It's like she has an aura around her that screams at you that she is GOOD!" Lavender shivered with disgust.

Suddenly the three of them felt something rushing through their arm.

"He calls us." Ginny whispered and smiled while the three made their way out of the castle and towards the Forbidden forest where they would travel by portkey to their lord.

As they disappeared into the forest, no one of them noticed the three pairs of eyes watching them from two different areas that were hidden in the forest .

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"So, what do we do now?" asked a man, hidden by a black cloak and the shadows of the trees with another man in just the same clothing next to him.

"We wait for them to return and try to get something out of their conversation. I hope that they talk about their little plans while their still in the forest because we can't follow them into the castle."

"We need someone inside the castle; it's imperative that we find out what they are planning."

"Whatever it is, it will help Voldemort to gain more power, and that's already something we can't let happen."

"Do you think it has something to do with Hermione?"

"I guess so. After all that Dumbledore told me, I would be irritated if they would stop now." The man looked up into the sky and sighed before he looked back at his friend.

"Every time she was in danger, she was saved by a necklace."

"So?"

"The tear of the dragon"

"Sirius, if that is true, then.... I thought the necklace was a myth?! If the necklace really DOES exist, then..."

"Then maybe Slytherin is still alive? That's exactly what I'm thinking. Dumbledore doesn't seem to know anything about that story though." The other man chuckled.

"Well, the picture wasn't there anymore when I was a teacher here, and since we where the first ones to hear this story, I guess we are the only ones alive that knows anything about what happened back then." After some time of silence they saw the three students reappear in the forest. The two man stayed silent and tried to understand anything of what they were saying.

"So, all we do is try to make her life a living hell? Why don't we just kill her?!" Ginny asked sounding like a small child that wanted some sweets before a meal. Lavender raised her eyebrow and leaned in to Harry.

"Seems like the baby ain't to good for her. She's questioning the Lord himself!" Harry nodded and placed his arm around Ginny.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we will be allowed to do that later, when the time is right. For now, we just continue to be really *nice* to her, let her fall over our feet, let her almost drown, just as we did in the past few days."

The two man waited for them to leave the forest before they dared to even move again.

"Okay, so Hermione has the necklace, but I still would feel a lot better if we knew when they are going try something. After all, if she has the necklace, that means that she is the heir of..."

"I know perfectly well what that means Remus, and I totally agree with you. That's why you have to bring a present from the two of us to her on Saturday." Remus narrowed his eyes at his friend.

"As much as I like the girl, and as much as I'm worried about her, you really want me to go to the wedding of a Malfoy?!?!?!" Sirius grinned at the shocked face Remus was making and nodded.

"Exactly. I would *love* to go myself, but you know, there is that little problem that still everyone think that I'm a murder so, I don't think it would be healthy for me to show up there." He grinned even wider when Remus shot daggers at him.

"Just wait till the next full moon, Padfoot!" Remus warned him half joking.

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Hermione awoke Friday morning and left her bed without really wanting to. She made her way into the bathroom and took a shower, not trusting the bathtub anymore. After she had showered and changed into her clothes, it was already time to go to breakfast.

She didn't even notice that Draco was also on his way out of their dorms.

Hermione didn't pay much attention in classes during that day. She prayed to the clock that it would stop moving and that the evening would never come!

But it did, just like every day has to give away to the evening, so had this Friday, and Hermione didn't like it at all. It was exactly seven o'clock when Damon brought her down to a silver-white coach. Hermione was surprised that the coach was lead by six winged unicorns. It looked like in a fairy tale, but the only fairy tales that Hermione could think of right now were the adult versions, with monsters, death, torture.

She looked out of the window the whole time while Damon and Draco talked silently.

After about an hour she could see a building coming into view. It was a tall white building and Hermione recognized it from her two memories. It was her home. The castle was surrounded by the green meadow, every now and then she could see a spot of different colours, where flowers were growing wildly. She could see the forest and the lake that she had loved so much. But as much as she tried to remember, all she could see in her mind were these two memories she had had in the shower about a week ago.

When the coach stopped Hermione could see an old woman standing next to an equally old man in front of the entrance of the castle. Thora and Sean. She saw them smiling at her when she stepped out of the coach. Thora walked towards her and embraced the young girl, holding her body tight to herself.

When she released Hermione, she wiped away a tear from her cheek.

"Oh, my. You have grown so much, Mya." Thora whispered with a shivering voice. Hermione smiled weakly, not sure what to say. Sean smiled at her and kissed her hair before he lifted her belongings from the coach and brought them into the castle.

Thora led Hermione into the castle, followed by Damon and Draco. The evening seemed like a dream to Hermione. They ate dinner in the great dinning room and afterwards Thora led her to her room, wished her a good night and left Hermione alone.

She sat down on the large bed and looked around in the room. It was beautiful, just like everything else in the castle. The walls were painted in a mixture of light blue and turquoise, shimmering with silver and the ceiling was a dark blue with stars on it.

In front of a big fireplace was a white sofa and a white armchair. The bed on which Hermione was sitting was also coloured in white and blue. Hermione's gaze moved once again over the walls and the first thing she noticed where the shelves filled with books. Then she looked over the paintings and most of them were paintings of animals but there was also a painting of the castle and everything that belonged to it. But the two paintings that kept Hermione's gaze the longest were the two only paintings of humans.

One painting must have been several hundreds of years old, a guess formulated from the clothing the couple was wearing. The woman, a young, beautiful lady with dark blonde, wavy hair smiled down at Hermione while she rested her head on the man's shoulder. The crimson of her dress was matching perfectly with the dark green of the man's clothes. The black haired man had his arm around the woman's waist and held her close to him. Hermione wondered silently whom the couple was. There had to be a reason for the painting being here, right? However, she immediately recognized the people in the other painting. It was herself with her brother and her parents. Her parents! Hermione sighed when she looked up at the smiling couple.

"I wish you were here." She whispered before she started to change for the night. She walked over to the bed and sighed sadly when she laid down. At this time, she didn't want to think about tomorrow.

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Hermione awoke the next morning by Thora's knocking on the door. She opened her eyes sleepily and called a 'come in' towards the door before she turned around. It was way to early to be awake! Again!!!

"Mya, Come on, darling, you have to get up now. It is six o'clock and we still have to make sure the dress your mother saved for you fits. Hermione moaned. Her heartbeat was becoming faster when she thought that today was her wedding day. Shouldn't this be the happiest day in a girl's life? But she was anything but happy!

Hermione sighed when she was turning around again and again. Thora was standing next to her smiling brightly.

"It fit's perfectly!" They heard a voice from the door. Hermione turned towards the voice to see Narcissa Malfoy standing there. She didn't know how she should react now. A year ago, she would have probably made a disgusted face and snapped her answers at the woman. But now she was looking at her mother's best friend. At her own godmother and future mother-in-law!

Narcissa walked over to her and lifted Hermione's head by touching her chin lightly. Hermione was more than surprised to see a genuine smile in the woman's face.

"You look a lot like her." Hermione smiled weakly and looked down at her feet, or rather, to where her feet were supposed to be. She wasn't sure if it was the dress or the presence of Narcissa Malfoy that made it hard to breathe. She looked at her image in the full length mirror. The gown was very tight around her chest, pressing her breast up and almost made it impossible to move, but Thora had insisted to pull the straps, which hold the dress on her back together, even tighter. The gown hadn't any sleeves, not even small straps over her shoulder and Hermione wondered if this really was going to work. She didn't want to think about the possibility of the gown making it's way down her body because there was nothing to keep it up!

The skirt itself was wide and falling simply down onto the floor. It was true, the dress was beautiful, but Hermione didn't feel like wearing it.

"May I do her hair?" Narcissa asked as Thora got a chair for Hermione to sit on. Narcissa pulled Hermione's hair up in a bun, letting a small curl escape here and there to frame her face and also let a few curls fall elegantly in her neck. Small white flowers were added as finishing touches to her hair and Hermione was really surprised at what she looked like. The two women noticed this as well and smiled. "And you aren't wearing any make up yet." Thora smiled and went to the bathroom where she had forgotten the make up. While she was gone, Narcissa looked with intense eyes down at the mirror image of the young girl.

"You don't have to be afraid. " The woman whispered. Hermione glanced in the mirror and saw a sadness in Narcissa's eyes that she hadn't expect to see, but she didn't want to ask her what it was about, so she continued to stare at her image and tried to remember what Narcissa had just told her.

"I heard you can't remember anything from your past or has it changed since you've come here?" Hermione shook her head in silence. She wondered if the woman could read her mind. She HAD hoped that maybe she would remember when she would be back home, but nothing had happened.

"Just believe me, Draco would never hurt you, Hermione" just when she wanted to continue, Thora returned with the make up.

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Draco stood anxiously in the large hall or the castle. Behind him sat the guests while in front of him stood a smiling priest, and his father standing next to him, talking to Damon. A few minutes later Damon left the hall and the music started to play. When Draco turned around to the entrance of the hall, everyone arose from his seat and looked while Hermione was led to where Draco stood.

Draco didn't know what to think, or to say. It was hard to listen to the words the priest said because Hermione was completely breathtaking.

The ceremony seemed to be over in seconds. It was way too early for Hermione to feel the golden ring on her finger and Draco's lips on her own. Although, she had to admit, she had expected the kiss too be different. Images of Ron on top of her ran through her mind when Draco's lips had touched hers. But this wasn't Ron, Ron's kiss had been brutal and had almost made her vomit. Draco's lips barely even touched hers and it felt more like the touch of a feather on her skin.

At least, that was what she thought now as she sat next to him at a table. She had to dance several times and now was more than glad that she could sit down and rest. That was, until Thora came to her and whispered to her that there was someone who wanted talk to her in private. As soon as Hermione heard the name, she excused herself from Draco and headed to the main entrance of the Castle.

"Remus!" Hermione smiled when she saw the man taking of the hood of his cloak. It was the first real smile that shown on her face for an eternity.

"Hello Hermione, it's good to see you. I heard you had some trouble in the last week." Remus said while he embraced the small girl.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked when she stepped back a little while Remus looked at her.

"I'm bringing a birthday present from Sirius and myself. We didn't want to make it feel like a wedding present" Hermione smiled.

"Everyone else seems to have forgotten that today is my birthday."

"It could have something to do with that gown you're wearing!" Remus joked. Then he waved his wand and a small box appeared on the floor. The odd thing about it was that there were sounds coming out of it and that there were small holes in the top. Hermione looked curiously at the box and then back at Remus.

"Open it." When she had opened the box she let out a gasp. A small white-grey tigered kitten was looking up at her. Hermione lifted it from the box and stroke its soft fur.

"Sirius heard from Dumbledore that Crookshanks died, so he thought that you could use a new cat." Hermione smiled and hugged Remus again, minding to not hurt the kitten.

"Thank you so much! And tell Sirius my thanks too." Remus nodded and brought the hood back over his head.

"Goodbye Hermione, I hope to see you again soon." With that, he left the castle. Hermione looked at the small kitten in her arms and smiled.

"So, what shall we name you. How about Moonlight?" The kitten poured and cuddled closer to Hermione's body.

"I take that as a yes." She smiled down at the kitten.

"Hermione?" She turned around to see Thora standing there.

"You should head to your room now. Come on." Hermione's smile faded and her heartbeat began to race again. She followed Thora in silence, keeping the young cat close to herself, like she could be any help.

When they reached Hermione's room she was pale as a ghost and Thora smiled encouragingly at her.

"The guests are leaving any moment now, so I will send Draco up to you." With that she took the small cat out of Hermione's hands and left her alone. Alone to face the one night she was so afraid of.
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