Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 103 ~ Time Running Out

Jasmine's eyes went wide as saucers as Mathias told her he and Andreas had been training in order to kill Voldemort for all these years.

"You're crazy," Jasmine said, looking from Mathias to Andreas. "You're both crazy."

"We are not, crazy Jasmine. We can do this," Andreas said.

"But the Dark Lord is the most powerful wizard in the world. He can do wandless magic. You two wouldn't stand a chance against him," Jasmine said horrified.

"Jasmine, those marks everyone has…he can control people through them. Make them kill. Everyone who has that mark will start killing people at midnight on New Year's Eve. Then the deatheaters will restore order and Voldemort will take over. We have to stop that from happening," Mathias said to her.

"But the Order…the Order can do that. Why you…you're just boys," she said, her voice going a little shrilly as she realized Andreas and Mathias were just crazy enough to attempt this and get themselves killed.

"We're not boys, Jasmine. We are young men, men who have been training for this moment a large part of our lives. We cannot let that evil wizard come into power. If he does, many will suffer and many will die. He will not stop at the magical world. He will go for the muggle world too," Andreas said soberly.

Jasmine froze at this. She thought of Maria, and Anna and the rest of the people on the island. They had no magic. Voldemort could easily enslave them all.

Her eyes began to glisten and Mathias sighed.

"Jasmine, there's a reason we are telling you this. You are the only one who can get us into the stronghold," Mathias said softly.

Jasmine looked at Mathias.

"Me? How can I get you in?" she asked him.

Mathias looked at Jasmine evenly.

"I know you are going to be Voldemort's consort," Mathias said.

Jasmine's eyes widened, then narrowed as she looked at Andreas.

"You said you wouldn't tell him," she hissed at the black wizard, who blinked back at her calmly.

"He didn't tell me, Jasmine. We were looking for the best scenario to kill Voldemort in, and the Room of Requirement gave us the night you are to go to him," Mathias said.

"But I'm not supposed to go to Voldemort until I turn eighteen. It will be too late by then," the witch said, reddening.

Andreas shook his head.

"You don't look any older then you are now, Jasmine. We think he is going to summon you before he invokes the mark," the wizard said.

A look of horror washed across Jasmine's face, and she dropped her head into her hands.

"Oh gods…no," she wept.

Mathias looked at Andreas anxiously. Andreas shook his head slightly. Now wasn't the time to tell Jasmine of the other option. Not yet.

"Jasmine, why are you going to do this?" Mathias asked her.

"Because I don't have a choice, Mathias. I was chosen and my father has told me I have to do this. The Dark Lord is so powerful if I ran, he'd find me eventually and probably torture my father in his rage. My father is an asshole, but he's still my father, Mathias," Jasmine said. "If I cooperate, maybe it won't be so bad."

This is what the witch had been telling herself for the past few weeks. But then it was something years away, possibly Voldemort would be brought down before she had to let him fuck her. But now…now it seemed as if she only had a few weeks left.

"It will be bad, Jasmine," Andreas said, his dark eyes resting on the witch. "The Dark Lord doesn't care how cooperative you are. He likes causing pain for pain's sake."

"We want to come with you, Jasmine, when he summons you. We'll kill him before he touches you," Mathias said vehemently, his dark eyes glittering. "He'll never touch you."

"But what if he kills you?" Jasmine asked.

"Then…we die," Andreas replied.

"But hopefully we won't Jasmine. We've been practicing the scenario with you in it at Order Headquarters. We kill him every time. We have a plan that slows him down enough to get to him. My dad knows about it and says we have a chance," Mathias said in an effort to make Jasmine see others believed in them.

"Your father knows? And he's not trying to stop you?" Jasmine said.

"He saw for himself what we plan to do to Voldemort. He saw us succeed, Jasmine. Besides, if we don't distract Voldemort, my father will have to…and the Dark Lord will kill him, Jasmine. My father is brave, but he is no match for him," Mathias said earnestly. "So you have to help us."

Jasmine stared at Mathias. His father was in danger of dying if she didn't help. She couldn't let that happen.

"All right. Tell me what I have to do," she said.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone about this, Jasmine. It could mean the end of the wizarding world if you do," Mathias said.

Jasmine frowned at him.

"When the hell are you going to see I don't blab everything, Mathias? I am just as closed-mouth as you and Andreas!" she said angrily.

"All right. All right. I was just saying," Mathias said to the irate witch.

"Saying nothing at all," Jasmine spat. "Now…tell me what I have to do?

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Weeks passed. Hermione got no closer to cracking the mark. The witch was bad-tempered and frustrated. She had never failed at anything like this before. It was the most important project she had ever worked on, and she could do nothing.

The witch managed to create a stronger amplification spell, but when she applied it…it seemed as if the pulse recognized it was being divined and ceased to register at all. Obviously the Spells Master who designed it put in protections to keep it from being identified. Whoever he was, he had been brilliant. Hermione had no doubt he was dead. Voldemort would not allow anyone who knew the secret of the mark to live.

Both Mathias and Jasmine's birthdays came and went. Mathias had a very small party in his father's rooms with cake and ice cream.

Jasmine had a fight on her hands when she told her grandmother she didn't want a sweet sixteen party. Narcissa had been livid.

"What do you mean you don't want a sweet sixteen party? It is a pivotal moment in your life, Jasmine. You are officially a young woman now. You can begin to work your wiles and advance yourself. A sweet sixteen will have all the eligible young wizards spread out like a buffet, and you could sink your teeth into each and every one of them," the witch said, frowning at her granddaughter through the mirror.

"I don't want one, Grandmother," Jasmine said stubbornly. "It's not necessary."

Narcissa shook her head.

"I told your father he shouldn't have sent you to those islands with those peons," the witch said, her face contorting with distaste. "They've rubbed off on you. You don't appreciate the privileges life has in store for you, Jasmine. You want to live like a pauper," she said angrily.

"No. I just want to be happy, Grandmother. I don't need a fancy party full of strangers where I'm paraded up and down like a slab of meat for young wizards to ogle," she said. "I just want my birthday to be a regular day. Maybe have some cake and ice cream with my friends."

"Your friends? You mean that half-blood and that black wizard?" Narcissa spat. "Neither of them is suitable, Jasmine. Not for a consort. You hold too much status to be around such riff-raff!"

Jasmine's face went black.

"They are not riff-raff. They are friends, and loyal friends. Either one of them would give his life for me, Grandmother…and I would do the same for them," Jasmine said with conviction.

Narcissa looked at Jasmine with horror.

"Jasmine, you haven't let either of those boys have sex with you, have you?" the witch asked. Narcissa believed a wizard would only be that dedicated to a witch he was fucking.

"No!" Jasmine proclaimed with such vehemence, Narcissa sighed in relief.

"Good. Because the Dark Lord wouldn't touch you with a hundred-foot broomstick if you did," the witch said, "You have to save yourself for him. It is a great honor you've been selected. Your connection with him will give you status and clout, Jasmine. Wizards will line up to marry you because of your favor with the Dark Lord. You'll have your pick of the lot."

"Wonderful," Jasmine muttered.

"Yes, it is," Narcissa beamed. "Have you heard from your father lately?"

Jasmine shook her head.

"No, he's tied up in some private project that's taking up all his free time," Jasmine said, her eyes going dark.

She knew her father was off training with the deatheaters. She still couldn't believe he was such a traitor to the wizarding world. But Voldemort had him under his thumb. Draco feared him greatly…and the Dark Lord was known to wipe out entire families in his wrath. Draco was trying to keep them all alive.

"Well it's good he's involved in something. After that mudblood made him lose his position…" Narcissa began.

"Grandmother, he brought that on himself. If he had left Mathias' mum alone, he'd still be on the council," the witch declared.

Narcissa was so outraged she turned all kinds of colors.

"Jasmine, I really don't understand what's gotten into you. Taking a mudblood's side over your own father? You are an ungrateful little twit. Your father was trying to make things better for purebloods!" Narcissa scolded.

"My father was trying to destroy our society," Jasmine said, "It's fine as it is!"

Narcissa's ice-blue eyes became so dark, they almost looked black.

"I don't know what's happened to you, Jasmine…but you need a good dose of re-education. You need to know where your loyalties lie," she said darkly. "I think I will take you this summer and get you back into the right frame of mind. Your grandfather will be delighted to help in this endeavor."

Jasmine paled. Her grandfather, though he doted on Jasmine, he wouldn't hesitate to physically take things in hand.

"I'm going to go, Grandmother. Remember. No party," Jasmine said to the witch.

"Fine," Narcissa snapped.

The mirror went dark. Narcissa hadn't even said goodbye.

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Douglas and his team were whipping the deatheaters into shape quickly. With Voldemort's threat of death hanging over their heads, they were quite willing to learn. They were drilled, and drilled and drilled until their actions became second nature, and they learned to work in teams.

One of the main training scenarios, known as the MOUT course, allowed the deatheaters to perform military operations on urban terrain (MOUT). They traveled through several mock wizarding villages, towns and cities filled with artificial improvised obstacles, pretend Order forces and wizarding civilians under the influence of the mark.

At first, Douglas had a time teaching the deatheaters not to kill first and ask questions later.

"You are restoring order. You want to keep as many people alive as possible. Mr. Dark Lord cannot rule a city of corpses!" he yelled in exasperation as deatheaters avada'd at will.

Finally they got the gist of it however, and learned how to move through the buildings and streets, stunning individuals, collecting their wands and restraining them. They were only to kill those who directly defied them as after they identified themselves as "Peacekeepers" three times.

Voldemort came to the camps several times and was quite pleased with the progress. Draco took all the credit.

"Draco, you are redeeming yourself nicely," the Dark Lord said to the wizard as he watched his deatheaters move through the mock streets with skill, searching for individuals and covering each other.

"It is my wish to show you I am still loyal, still worthy to serve, my Lord," Draco said.

Voldemort eyed him.

"You only need do one more thing to please me, Draco," the Dark Lord purred.

"Anything, my Lord," Draco replied.

"I want you to bring Jasmine to me on New Year's Eve. It will be a long time before I can indulge myself again, and your daughter pleases me. Bring her at seven. I should be finished with her before midnight," the Dark Lord said.

Draco went stiff inside, though he fought not to have a reaction.

"You said you would wait until she was eighteen my Lord," Draco said in an attempt to make the wizard wait without getting crucio'd.

"I changed my mind. She is sixteen, is she not?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, my Lord," Draco replied, his heart sinking.

"At sixteen, witches start having sex. She is of proper age to indulge me. You will bring her to me, Draco. She is to wear a short, Slytherin green nightie under her robes. Nothing else."

"Yes, my Lord," Draco answered the wizard, his heart cold.

Well, Jasmine knew this was coming. Not so soon, but she knew she had to go to the Dark Lord. Draco sighed. He hated telling her, but there was nothing he could do. He hoped that Voldemort wouldn't hurt her too badly. She had to cooperate. Maybe if she cooperated it wouldn't be so bad.

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"What? Father…no," Jasmine exclaimed as she looked in the mirror at her father's sober face, which contorted in anger.

"There is no 'no" Jasmine. You are a Malfoy and have your duty. You WILL go to Voldemort and do exactly as he says," the wizard seethed. "You will be obedient!"

Jasmine dropped her head.

"Yes sir," she said, her voice trembling.

Draco's eyes glistened a bit.

"Jasmine, if there were a way I could save you from this, I would. But the Dark Lord is powerful. If you attempt to deny him, he could destroy the entire house of Malfoy. Not only you and me, but your brother, mother and your grandparents. I know he will be taking something dear from you, Jasmine…but nothing is dearer than life and the continuance of our line. I must protect this family," he said softly.

"I know, father," Jasmine said.

"You will be staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. I have some guests I would rather keep you away from. I will retrieve you New Year's Eve and take you to the Dark Lord," he said.

Douglas and his team were staying at the Manor. They were a randy bunch. They would descend on Jasmine like a pack of wolves.

"All right, father," Jasmine replied.

Draco said goodbye and the mirror went dark.

Jasmine fell to her pillow, wrapped both arms around her belly and started to cry. She had to tell Mathias about the date being set for her deflowerment. It was the last week in November. That only gave her one more month before they went before the Dark Lord. The boys still didn't show her the scenario.

"All you need to do Jasmine is get out of the way and let us do what we have to do. I don't want to have to worry about you getting hurt," Mathias said to her evenly.

"I can protect myself," Jasmine snapped at him.

"You still might get in the way," the pale wizard said. "I want you to stay out of it, Jasmine. We have our plan already."

"Fine," she snapped.

But if the boys got in trouble, Jasmine planned to try and save them.

What kind of friend would she be if she didn't?

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A/N: Well, we are steadily moving forward. Shouldn't be long now. Please review.