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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
8,322
Reviews:
7
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0
Currently Reading:
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The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Vengeance
Title: Vengeance
Set: Grey
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR, Character Death
Summary: #20 – Vengeance. ‘Feels like I'm fighting the possession of my soul. I'm told that this is called the sickness of need.’ ‘Deadliner’ by Gary Numan.
Word Count: 1,015 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘The Robber Bridegroom,’ and the original tale can be read here: http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimm040.html
#20 – Vengeance
“Read the sentence.”
Hermione felt safe in the throng of witnesses, anonymous, but still his eyes bored into her face, making her feel quite alone.
“This court has ruled Lucius Abraxas Malfoy guilty of multiple counts of treason, murder, subversion, genocide, slavery of other human life, rape, torture, and cannibalism. While Mr. Malfoy was integral in the destruction of Voldemort’s rule and the dissolution of the High Guard, Mr. Malfoy had been ruled to hang by the neck until death for the totality of his crimes. This punitive act is the state’s last act of mercy…” a voice announced from a box over looking the yard where the gallows rose up like a three legged gray beast.
He stood on a wheeled platform attached to a Thestral, his hands bound behind his back, the noose about his neck. The jeers and screams from the crowd did not seem to rankle him, nor did the rubbish thrown at him. Of all of the convicted, Lucius Malfoy was only one of three that were to be hanged.
The Lestranges, Dolohov, Crabbe and Goyle had met their end the day that Harry Potter and his army swarmed England. Hermione had killed Dolohov and Crabbe herself with a penknife she had found in Lucius’ study. She could still feel their hot blood on her hands after slitting their throats while they dozed, drunk and full bellied in the study where they raped, murdered, and ate.
“Lucius Malfoy, do you have any last words to say to the courts and the families of your victims?”
It was Harry’s voice, Hermione realized, drifting down from the box overhead.
Lucius’ eyes moved from her face, up to the box overhead. “Anything I say will not stop the inevitable, Potter. I have played my part, and I will face my ultimate judgment.”
Hermione shuddered even as a strong arm gathered her into a warm chest. Her swollen belly rubbed against the man who had saved her from the horror of her enslavement, an unlikely saviour.
“May God have mercy your soul, Lucius Malfoy.”
The creaking of wheels filled the yard, and then as Hermione watched from over the lapel of the man’s coat, Lucius Malfoy’s body was jerked into the air. The noose tightened, boots kicked, searching for ground six feet below his soles. A cheer rose from the crowd, drowning out the sound of snapping neck and gagging.
Hermione wondered exactly how long it would take her husband to die, how long it would be that she would become a widow.
Tongue lolled, eyes bulged and blood, ejaculate, and excrement permeated the smell of unwashed bodies in the yard, and Hermione buried her face into the man’s chest, hiding her eyes. She did not want to see him so…
Her knees gave way, and she crumpled, hands grasping her and holding her fast to keep from falling to the muddy ground. The child in her womb felt her distress and kicked hard into her diaphragm.
“Hermione…let me take you back…”
His fingers brushed at her hair and lifted her face to his. She found it strange that he did not look so much like his father. His eyes were blue, not silver. His hair was cropped short, and not long. She nodded, swallowing thickly, and with a lift, she was in Draco Malfoy’s arms.
The enchanted wedding band that had been slipped onto her finger weeks before fell off her hand and was trampled in the mud. Hermione did not notice it was gone until much later.
Draco Malfoy had been the one to save her in the Manor the night Harry and his army attacked. Draco had been at Harry’s side since the defeat at the Battle of Hogwarts, choosing his side well, despite the reservations of Harry’s allies. Hermione had not known, she had been taken immediately after the battle and kept separate from the rest of the captured.
Draco took her back to the Manor, as he was the rightful Lord, and there, he and Aniel took care of her while Harry and the others came and went.
The marriage to her Master had been hasty, a last ditch effort to insure Lucius’ safety and his intention that he would not face the gallows. Lucius had been supplying information by way of his son to Harry, and Lucius had thought that he would be spared when Damocles’ Sword fell.
With the life in her womb growing, Hermione snipped the horsehair, and the sword fell on the day when Draco and Harry came to collect her.
“I had a dream…” she had said from her chaise lounge before a western window, her black taffeta dress stretched over her belly. “I hid behind a door, peering into a room where the villains brought my friend and violated and ate him…”
Lucius stood aghast behind her chair, his hand gripping the arm.
“It was only a dream, my dear, only a dream…”
Hermione slipped the handkerchief from her pocket and passed it to Harry, whose emerald eyes burned as his fingers caressed the lock of red hair.
Draco pulled her away as Lucius lunged for her neck, betrayal in his silver eyes.
“We can leave this house.”
Hermione rubbed circles into her belly as Draco poured tea in a parlour that was far removed from the bed she had shared with Lucius, far removed from the parlour where Ron was murdered.
“My mother had a house in Ireland, a safe place that my father never knew about. It is a pure place…”
Hermione looked to the window and the setting sun.
“This is my home now,” she whispered.
A murderer’s den would be the birthplace of her child. It was unfair, she knew, the child was innocent, but she…Hermione was not.
“Daddy…”
Hermione paid no mind to her son babbling on Draco’s lap. Internally, she winced.
Brothers…
She walked the Manor like a ghost in black taffeta, and though the world had changed outside again and again, Hermione was still hiding behind the library door. She was not satisfied with her vengeance.
THE END
Set: Grey
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: AU/AR, Character Death
Summary: #20 – Vengeance. ‘Feels like I'm fighting the possession of my soul. I'm told that this is called the sickness of need.’ ‘Deadliner’ by Gary Numan.
Word Count: 1,015 words.
Author's Notes: This set of drabbles is based off of ‘The Robber Bridegroom,’ and the original tale can be read here: http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimm040.html
#20 – Vengeance
“Read the sentence.”
Hermione felt safe in the throng of witnesses, anonymous, but still his eyes bored into her face, making her feel quite alone.
“This court has ruled Lucius Abraxas Malfoy guilty of multiple counts of treason, murder, subversion, genocide, slavery of other human life, rape, torture, and cannibalism. While Mr. Malfoy was integral in the destruction of Voldemort’s rule and the dissolution of the High Guard, Mr. Malfoy had been ruled to hang by the neck until death for the totality of his crimes. This punitive act is the state’s last act of mercy…” a voice announced from a box over looking the yard where the gallows rose up like a three legged gray beast.
He stood on a wheeled platform attached to a Thestral, his hands bound behind his back, the noose about his neck. The jeers and screams from the crowd did not seem to rankle him, nor did the rubbish thrown at him. Of all of the convicted, Lucius Malfoy was only one of three that were to be hanged.
The Lestranges, Dolohov, Crabbe and Goyle had met their end the day that Harry Potter and his army swarmed England. Hermione had killed Dolohov and Crabbe herself with a penknife she had found in Lucius’ study. She could still feel their hot blood on her hands after slitting their throats while they dozed, drunk and full bellied in the study where they raped, murdered, and ate.
“Lucius Malfoy, do you have any last words to say to the courts and the families of your victims?”
It was Harry’s voice, Hermione realized, drifting down from the box overhead.
Lucius’ eyes moved from her face, up to the box overhead. “Anything I say will not stop the inevitable, Potter. I have played my part, and I will face my ultimate judgment.”
Hermione shuddered even as a strong arm gathered her into a warm chest. Her swollen belly rubbed against the man who had saved her from the horror of her enslavement, an unlikely saviour.
“May God have mercy your soul, Lucius Malfoy.”
The creaking of wheels filled the yard, and then as Hermione watched from over the lapel of the man’s coat, Lucius Malfoy’s body was jerked into the air. The noose tightened, boots kicked, searching for ground six feet below his soles. A cheer rose from the crowd, drowning out the sound of snapping neck and gagging.
Hermione wondered exactly how long it would take her husband to die, how long it would be that she would become a widow.
Tongue lolled, eyes bulged and blood, ejaculate, and excrement permeated the smell of unwashed bodies in the yard, and Hermione buried her face into the man’s chest, hiding her eyes. She did not want to see him so…
Her knees gave way, and she crumpled, hands grasping her and holding her fast to keep from falling to the muddy ground. The child in her womb felt her distress and kicked hard into her diaphragm.
“Hermione…let me take you back…”
His fingers brushed at her hair and lifted her face to his. She found it strange that he did not look so much like his father. His eyes were blue, not silver. His hair was cropped short, and not long. She nodded, swallowing thickly, and with a lift, she was in Draco Malfoy’s arms.
The enchanted wedding band that had been slipped onto her finger weeks before fell off her hand and was trampled in the mud. Hermione did not notice it was gone until much later.
Draco Malfoy had been the one to save her in the Manor the night Harry and his army attacked. Draco had been at Harry’s side since the defeat at the Battle of Hogwarts, choosing his side well, despite the reservations of Harry’s allies. Hermione had not known, she had been taken immediately after the battle and kept separate from the rest of the captured.
Draco took her back to the Manor, as he was the rightful Lord, and there, he and Aniel took care of her while Harry and the others came and went.
The marriage to her Master had been hasty, a last ditch effort to insure Lucius’ safety and his intention that he would not face the gallows. Lucius had been supplying information by way of his son to Harry, and Lucius had thought that he would be spared when Damocles’ Sword fell.
With the life in her womb growing, Hermione snipped the horsehair, and the sword fell on the day when Draco and Harry came to collect her.
“I had a dream…” she had said from her chaise lounge before a western window, her black taffeta dress stretched over her belly. “I hid behind a door, peering into a room where the villains brought my friend and violated and ate him…”
Lucius stood aghast behind her chair, his hand gripping the arm.
“It was only a dream, my dear, only a dream…”
Hermione slipped the handkerchief from her pocket and passed it to Harry, whose emerald eyes burned as his fingers caressed the lock of red hair.
Draco pulled her away as Lucius lunged for her neck, betrayal in his silver eyes.
“We can leave this house.”
Hermione rubbed circles into her belly as Draco poured tea in a parlour that was far removed from the bed she had shared with Lucius, far removed from the parlour where Ron was murdered.
“My mother had a house in Ireland, a safe place that my father never knew about. It is a pure place…”
Hermione looked to the window and the setting sun.
“This is my home now,” she whispered.
A murderer’s den would be the birthplace of her child. It was unfair, she knew, the child was innocent, but she…Hermione was not.
“Daddy…”
Hermione paid no mind to her son babbling on Draco’s lap. Internally, she winced.
Brothers…
She walked the Manor like a ghost in black taffeta, and though the world had changed outside again and again, Hermione was still hiding behind the library door. She was not satisfied with her vengeance.
THE END