Quicksilver

Quicksilver
(title subject to change)
story rating N
p
pairing: DM/HG

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.

This story contains minor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.

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Cer Eer Eleven
Heir of Voldemort

When his unexpected traveling was finished, Draco found himself in...his own home. He dusted himself off, then rubbed his sore back. Suddenly, he could hear a voice coming to this area of the Malfoy manor. The strange thing about that was he was in the dungeons...and they were all soundproofed. He strained to hear the voice as it got closer and recognized it to be none other than...Pansy Parkinson? What the bloody hell is that twit doing HERE? he thought.

The door to the cold, empty chambwungwung open and he was greeted by Pansy. She was wearing hooded robes as black as night and her eyes were filled with something Draco perceived to be very dangerous. \"Follow me, love.\" she said.

\"No way. What are you doing here, and for that matter, what am I doing here?\" he replied as he was backing away from her slowly.

Pansy drew her wand, to which Draco immediately responded by attempting to draw his. Before he could, she screamed \"Expelliarmus!\" and his wand flew across the room, out of his immediate reach. \"Now,\" she said in a sickeningly sweet voice, \"I said follow me.\" She continued to point her wand at him, so he had no choice.

She led him to the dungeon floor parlor, which had been used as a meeting room for Death Eaters for years. In it, he could see several figures sitting on the sofas and chairs. Harry Potter, looking livid, was tied to a wingback armchair. Peter Pettigrew sat across from him, watching him struggle against his binds. There were two more people in the room...someone in a chair facing the opposite direction, and another tall, dark figure stood before the fireplace.

Pansy turned to him and said, \"Isn\'t it exciting, darling?\" then addressed the figure in front of the fire. \"Here he is, Master. My plan to charm his broom remains worked perfectly.\"

The man turned around and Draco recognized him instantly. Tall, with eyes as black as coal that seemed to shinightight red. He had a hollow face and a thin body and a cloud of pure evil surrounding him like an aura. It was Lord Voldemort.

\"Good job, Pansy. You\'ve brought me my heir. Welcome, young Malfoy. I\'m sure you\'ve waited for this moment for years.\" the Dark Lord spoke slowly, with a creepy eloquence.

\"What moment?\" Draco asked, though he was somewhat afraid of the answer.

\"Since I had become so powerful so young, bearing my child killed any woman who tried it, and this unfortunately rid me of three wives and five girlfriends and I still had no heir. So I asked a great favor of one of my most faithful servants, who was still young and unmarried. I asked your father, whom I deemed quite worthy, to produce an heir for me....you, my darling boy. I\'ve been searching for your father for months now, but I heard that he\'d gone ill. So I sent young Pansy, whom I intend as ywifewife a few years from now, on the task to bring you to me. Along with, of course, Mr. Potter, who will make a fitting witness and then a wonderful celebratory sacrifice.\" He smiled at Harry, who spit in his direction. \"Young Mr. Potter is currently unable to speak, also thanks to Pansy.\"

\"I also brought someone of my own choice, Draco darling. I can\'t have her distracting you anymore,\" Pansy said, then grabbed his hand and led him around to the front of another massive wingback chair. There, with huge cuts on her face and slashes in her robes, sat Hermione Granger. \"We can\'t have the Heir of Voldemort trifling with some stupid little mudblood whore.\" She emphasized this statement with a rough slap to Hermione\'s face, causing Draco to flinch sympathetically.

\"H-how did you...\" he began, stammering.

\"I fed Ginny Weasley some Veritaserum after I saw you talk to her in Hogsmeade. She told me all about your plan to shag that little slut using Polyjuice Potion.\" Pansy\'s eyes were dark and jealous. \"I told you I would kill whoever you were with, Draco.\"

Before he could respond, he felt the impending presence of someone else entering the room. He turned to the doorway and surely enough, two hooded Death Eaters entered, each with another bound and gagged guest. Voldemort smiled proudly and remarked, \"Ahh, they\'ve arrived.\"

It wasn\'t long before Draco also recognized the two new prisoners. \"Father! Mother!\" he yelled with a mix of anger at their binds and relief at their presence. He went to run over to them, but was stopped by one of the unknown Death Eaters.

Voldemort chuckled and said, \"Luke and Cissy, the fairy tale romance gone bad. It\'s amazing the things we do to get a woman in bed, and then she\'s surprised when the behaviors change after she\'s opened the floodgates. Narcissa, my darling, he wasn\'t looking for love, he was looking for a womb for my heir.\"

Lucius looked furious and struggled admirably against his ropes. Narcissa looked broken, worn out and horrifically sad and sat limp against the wall.

\"How nice of you to join us tonight. It\'s unfortunately necessary to have the natural parents present when making a child into the true heir of another using magic. I\'ve yet to thank you properly for having borne such a magnificent, strong specimen of pureblood breeding, but I\'m sure I\'ll find a way soon. Peter, fetch me the book.\" Voldemort stood over the two adult Malfoys, smugly scrutinizing their pathetic state as the hooded Death Eaters left the room.

Draco was thinking harder than he\'d ever had in his life, trying to determine a way to get out of this situation, even though he\'d barely had time to absorb it all. He did not want to be Voldemort\'s heir, did not want to be betrothed to Pansy, didn\'t know if Voldemort intended to kill his parents, and most definitely did not want Hermione to die. Peter was delaying things, however, because he was staring confusedly at Draco\'s parents instead of fetching whatever book Voldemort had asked of him.

\"Peter! Now!\" the Dark Lord bellowed.

\"D-d-d-da-da-daffodil!\" Peter stuttered out, then pointed at Narcissa. Lucius\'s eyes flew wide open, this time with fear.

\"What did you say, Peter?\"

\"Daffodil...that\'s that\'s that\'s...Daffodil...\" he responded, seemilmoslmost afraid of what he was saying.

\"Narcissa, are you hiding something from me?\" Voldemort gave his wand a flick, and all of Draco\'s mothers glamours faded away. \"My, my, my. Daffodil Evans. We meet at last. Pity that I\'d forgotten that \'narcissus\' is another word for daffodil.\" Voldemort chuckled, then stopped. A sudden realization crossed his face, and then his eyes went dark with fury and turned to Lucius. \"You...\"

During Voldemort and Pettigrew\'s distraction, Harry and Hermione watched in wonder as Draco finally reacted. With one hard punch, Draco sent Pansy into the concrete wall, knocking her unconscious. He took her wand as the two men turned around and immediately cried \"Petrificus Totalus!\", freezing Pettigrew where he stood.

Voldemort and Draco stood nearly ten feet apart, glaring at one another. \"How dare you defy me,\" the Dark Lord seethed. He looked at Draco, holding his wand in his left hand, and said, \"So it is true...\"

\"Get the fuck away from my parents, you bastard,\" Draco returned, equally nastily.

\"Crucio!!\" was Voldemort\'s response. His curse hit Draco in the left shoulder, causing the boy to cry out, but immediately bounced back at Voldemort. He\'d learned from his first experience in a backfired spell and ducked out of the way, dropping his wand, then turned back to the young wizard with wide eyes. \"No!\"

\"Yes,\" came a voice from behind him. Taking advantage of Voldemort\'s focus on Draco, Lucius had freed himself from his binds and stolen Pettigrew\'s wand, restoring his ability to speak. \"Crucio!\" he bellowed, sending the Dark Lord to his knees in pain. Draco watched in pure awe as an uncanny amount of raw power circled his father like a halo.

\"I have been waiting for this moment for two decades, Voldemort. I swore to Merlin that I would avenge my parents after you murdered them for absolutely no good reason. I thought about it day and night while I was idiniding, until I fell in love. You drove me so far from that which I had previously believed that the love of my life is a muggle-born witch...and I saw nothing wrong with that. That\'s when I knew. I knew the perfect revenge and it was already set up for me to execute. You wanted my first born son as your own heir and so my wife and I produced him. But as you can see, he\'s not quite the way that you imagined him. My long, illustrious family history combined with my muggle-born wife\'s hybrid heritage to form an incredible danger to you. My son is not a pureblooded Death Eater, but is instead that which you fear most...a Quicksilver.\"

Voldemort roared with anger and pain, which rumbled the entire room. Lucius continued triumphantly, \"Yes, you filthy bastard, a Quicksilver. It became very obvious to me, once I\'d left your realm, why you based your beliefs against muggle-borns and magic families associating with them. The hybrid combination of a well-bred pureblood, most commonly a male, and a very powerful muggle-born witch or wizard, create an unbelievable strain of magical person. One more powerful than you could ever hope to be. Like Dumbledore.\" Voldemort flinched. \"Like Harry Potter.\" Lucius added, smiling.

While Lucius had been speaking, Narcissa had untied herself and had begun to untie Harry. When he came to the end of his speech, Harry\'s mouth dropped open as he turned to look at Dracoo wao was equally dumbstruck.

\"It is now evweetweeter revenge. You had me under an Imperius Curse for sixteen bloody years. This caused me to hate my own wife and she\'s had to live with that. She also bound my son from harm so that he wouldn\'t betray any sign of muggle heritageil Iil I\'d broken your curse...so that I wouldn\'t hate him as well! My entire family has suffered because of your fear of others coming into this world with greater power than yours!\" Lucius was seething now, standing over the coweringure,ure, shaking his fist.

Pansy woke slowly, with a throbbing pain in her head. She took in the scene before her with disbelief. Narcissa Malfoy and Harry Potter were working to untie that Granger girl. Lucius and Draco were standing over Voldemort with wands drawn. Peter Pettigrew was a frozen heap on the floor. She didn\'t know how long she\'d been out or how she\'d been knocked out, but she knew she had to do something. That\'s when she noticed that Draco had her wand. So she did the only thing she could think of and ran at Narcissa and Harry, trying to tackle one or both of them. The three of them fell into a tangled, painful pile at the foot of Hermione\'s chair.

This distracted Draco and Lucius for long enough that Voldemort rose and gave a vicious blow to the side of Lucius\'s head. Draco turned back in tio seo see his father on the floor...and the Dark Lord pick up his wand. Without a thought in his mind, the young wizard screamed \"Avada Kedavra!\" and watched Voldemort crumple into a heap of robes under the blaze of green light.

\"NOOOO!\" came a shrill scream from behind him and he was knocked off his feet by a tackle from behind. Pansy wrenched her wand out of Draco\'s hand and stood over him. \"How could you?!\" She turned to Hermione and pointed her wand at her. \"SHE must have done it! You ignored the Dark side for this little slut!\"

Hermione sat frozen, looking at the hysterical young witch in terror. \"Pansy...don\'t...\" Draco pleaded.

\"She\'s ruined EVERYTHING! She has to die!\" Pansy shrieked, wand wavering.

\"Stupefy!\" Pansy dropped her wand and stood there in a daze. Hermione and Draco turned and saw Harry, holding Voldemort\'s wand in his hand.