Visited Upon the Son

Disclaimer: I live in Texas, not Scotland, so I am obviously not JK Rowling. I’m

just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them

back the way I found them when I’m done!

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Visited Upon the Son

© SparkyCSI

Chapter 2. The first meeting

Molly watched as Hermione ran out of the house in tears. She stood up and quickly walked

into the kitchen. “What did you say to her, Minerva?”

Minerva sighed. “I just informed her that the new Potions Master is Draco Malfoy.”

Molly’s eyes opened wide. “Malfoy? That git? How could you, Minerva?”

“He was the best possible person for the job.”

Molly just shook her head. “She is just getting over what happened to her five years ago

and now you throwing her past in her face? You know how much the boy resembles his father.

This is going to destroy her!”

Minerva just shook her head. “I know, but I had no choice. We need a competent Potions

Master and he was the only one qualified.”

Molly just levelled a scathing look at the Headmistress and followed Hermione’s path out of

the house. She found her, sobbing by the pond. She sat down next to her and put her arms

around her. “Mia, dear. Minerva just told me what she had done. I’m so sorry. Is there

anything I can do to help?”

Hermione just shook her head, unable to speak. She burrowed her face into the older woman’s

shoulder and sobbed out her grief and fear into her robe. Molly just stroked her hair,

soothingly.

Finally, after about thirty minutes, Hermione’s sobs dwindled down. Molly looked down at

the exhausted girl in her arms. “Dear, I know this is hard for you, but Draco is not his

father.”

“I know,” came the muffled reply. “He will just remind me everyday about how unworthy I am

to be alive.”

Molly felt a rage come over her with Hermione’s depressed response. She placed her hand

under Hermione’s chin and lifted her face up to look in her eyes. “What happened when you

were captured is not your fault. Neither is it Draco’s fault. Place the blame where it

should reside. Lord Voldemort and his followers.”

Hermione just shut her eyes, trying to block out the pain. Molly signed and drew the woman

up into a standing position. “Come on. I’m not letting you stay out here. You can stay

here tonight and then go home tomorrow.”

Hermione nodded dully and followed Molly back into the house. The rest of the group stared

as they walked back in, Ginny rushing over in concern. “Hermione? Are you alright?”

Molly shot her daughter a look that told her to leave the woman alone. “Ginny? Don’t ask

any questions right now. If Hermione wants to explain the situation to you when she wakes

up, it’s her business, but right now, she is going to bed.” Molly silenced the rest of the

group with a look and took Hermione upstairs, to Charlie’s old room. She quickly got her

into bed and within moments, Hermione was fast asleep.

When Hermione awoke the following morning, she was disoriented. She looked around the room

she was in and realized that she was still at the Burrow. The events of the previous day

came crashing back. She whimpered a little at the memories that surfaced, but quickly

shoved them out of her mind. Molly is right. Draco is not his father. I’ll just have

to overcome my feelings for him.

She got up quietly and walked down into the kitchen, noticing that Molly must have

transfigured her clothes into pyjamas. When she walked into the kitchen, she noticed Ginny

making breakfast. “Good morning.”

Ginny turned around, her concern for her best friend evident in her eyes. “Good morning.

How are you feeling? Will you tell me what’s wrong?”

Hermione sighed, she knew that Ginny would interrogate her, but she wished she had waited to

start until she had eaten breakfast. “I’m feeling better. I just got some upsetting news

yesterday.” She saw by the look on Ginny’s face, that she was not going to accept just that

as an answer. “Draco Malfoy is the new Potions Master.”

Ginny sucked in a breath. “Oh my. You guys have some bad blood between you.”

You have no idea, thought Hermione.

Ginny looked at her closely. “But I thought he was cleared of all wrongdoing.”

“He was,” came the terse answer. “Look Ginny, I really don’t want to talk about it. I feel

a little better now, but it was just a huge shock to me when the Headmistress told me

that.”

Ginny realized that Hermione was not telling her everything that had led up to her

breakdown, but knew her best friend well enough to know that she would not reveal anything

else that had happened, so she let it drop. “Okay. I won’t pressure you for answers, but

you do know that I am here if you want to talk, right?”

Hermione smiled faintly. “I know that, Gin. I just really do not want to talk about it.

Look, I need to go home. I’m going to start preparing for the upcoming school year. I’ll

owl you later, okay?”

Ginny nodded. “Okay.” She watched in concern as Hermione transfigured her clothes back

into the suit she had been wearing and then Appearated out of the Burrow.

August 24, 2002

Draco Malfoy looked around his manor to make sure that he had everything. He called to his

favourite house elf, “Mossy?”

“Yes, Master?” the shy elf stated.

“If I left anything behind, will you owl it to me?”

“Of course, Master. Mossy will definitely do that for you.”

Draco smiled at the shy creature. “Thanks.” He turned and grasped his bags in hand and

soon was walking down the streets of Hogsmeade. He looked around, feeling a little

nostalgic. Shaking his head, he made his way up the path to the castle.

When he walked up the steps, he noticed Headmistress McGonagall waiting for him.

“Headmistress,” he said respectfully.

“Professor Malfoy. I’m delighted to see you. If you will follow me, I have some things to

discuss with you before you are shown to your quarters.”

Draco just nodded and followed her through the corridors. Within minutes, they were

standing in front of the gargoyle that guarded the Headmistress’ office.

“Phoenix,” stated McGonagall. The gargoyle jumped to the side and both of them made their

way up the stairs.

Professor McGonagall sat behind the desk and motioned to the chair in front of her. When

Draco sat down, she said, “Lemon Drop?”

Draco looked at her in shock. “Um. No thanks.”

“Pity, they really are quite good. I must thank Albus for getting me quite addicted to

them.”

“You’re welcome, Minerva,” said the portrait of Albus Dumbledore.

McGonagall smiled. “Anyway. Draco, the reason that I called you up here was to speak with

you in regard to a matter of a delicate nature. I assume that you are aware that with your

new job, you become the Head of the Slytherin house.” At Draco’s nod, she continued, “The

Head of the Gryffindor house is Hermione Granger.”

Draco again nodded. “I had figured that out for myself, Professor.”

McGonagall nodded. “I knew you would. I am aware of the bad blood between yourself and

Professor Granger. I expect you to treat her with the utmost kindness and if I hear that

you are in anyway making her feel uncomfortable, I will make sure that you will never step

foot on these grounds again.”

Draco sat in shock as the realization of what McGonagall was saying sank in. “In all due

respect Headmistress, if you are so concerned with the well being of Ms. Granger, why did

you hire me?”

McGonagall sighed. “The truth is that you are the best person for the job.”

Draco nodded. “Thank you for the compliment. I can assure you that I am not the unfeeling

git that I was during my school years.” Draco sighed, collecting his thoughts. “That

night, in sixth year, when I was charged with murdering Professor Dumbledore, was a

realization to me. I realized at that point how insane He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his

followers were, my father included. I simply could not murder someone in cold blood. I’m

just grateful to Professor Snape for saving my mother’s life by completing my task. That is

the only reason that I agreed to do the task.”

“I know this, Draco. That is the major reason that I have few qualms at hiring you; just

mind what I say about Ms. Granger.” McGonagall’s face brightened. “Now that all the

serious business is concluded, please let me get someone to show you to your suite. There

will be a welcoming dinner tomorrow night, so that all the professors can get acquainted.”

Dobby popped into the room and McGonagall smiled. “Dobby? How is it that you anticipate my

needs before I vocalize them?”

“That is my job, Mistress. I knew that you would need someone to show Master Draco to his

suite.”

“That is perfect, Dobby. Also, please ready Professor Granger’s quarters. She shall be

here shortly.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Dobby turned to Draco. “Follow me, Master Draco.”

Draco nodded and followed the elf out of the office.

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Hermione looked around her flat one last time, to make sure that she had not left anything

behind. She signed in depression. Usually she was excited to see the new school year

arrive, excited to be teaching again, but this year her stomach was filled with lead. She

wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and forget that the outside world

existed.

She finished her walk through of the flat then gathered her luggage. She shrunk all the

inanimate objects, to fit in her pockets, and picked up Crookshanks carry case. “Well, old

man. You ready for a new school year?” Crookshanks didn’t answer, he just twitched his

tail. With the case in hand, she Appearated to Hogsmeade, to walk to the school.

She felt a calm come over her at the familiar surroundings. Slowly, her depression lifted

slightly until she felt somewhat normal. She quickly walked towards Hogwarts and made her

way up the familiar path. When she got to the entrance, she noticed Professor McGonagall

waiting for her.

“Mia. It’s good to see you. I am still so sorry how I sprung the news about Professor

Malfoy on you.”

“Minerva. It’s fine. I’m not going to say that it’s going to be easy, but I do understand

what you had to do. After all, it’s the children that we must think about.”

McGonagall looked at Hermione with a little concern in her eyes. “Are you sure that you are

alright, dear?”

“Yes, Minerva. I’ll be fine. Let me go put my stuff up in my suite and I’ll meet you for a

spot of tea.”

“Of course. The password to my office is Phoenix.”

Hermione nodded as she walked toward to quarters near Gryffindor tower. When she got there,

she quickly stored all of her belongings and noticed a cup of hot chocolate sitting on her

table next to the fire. Bless you, Dobby. You always know what I need.

She slowly sipped the hot chocolate while gathering her courage to leave the safety of her

quarters. When she had finished the drink, she picked up her wand and began the walk to

Minerva’s office. She nodded to the various paintings as she walked past them and sighed as

she heard Peeves raising a ruckus in an empty classroom. She was almost to McGonagall’s

office when a voice behind her stopped her in her tracks and sent shivers of fear running

down her spine.

“Excuse me?” said Draco, not recognized Hermione. “Can you tell me where…” Draco stopped

mid-sentence when Hermione turned around. “Granger?” he asked in shock.

“Malfoy,” responded Hermione coolly. “Can I help you?”

Draco looked at the woman in front of him, who looked completely different from the girl

that he remembered. She had tamed her hair and it currently hung just below her shoulders

in soft waves. The Muggle clothing that she was wearing emphasized her curves, while still

being modest.

Hermione saw his perusal of her body and shuddered in disgust. She turned and began to walk

away from him when he stayed silent.

Draco cursed silently as she began to walk away. He ran after her and softly grabbed her

arm. “Wait!”

Hermione jumped at the touch and swung around to confront him. She froze when her eyes met

his. Her memories of Lucius superimposed themselves over Draco’s face. “Let me go,” she

said warily, the fear evident in her voice.

Draco drew his brows together, noticing how the blood had drained from her face. “Are you

alright?” he asked in concern. He didn’t miss the flash of fear that moved over her face as

she wrenched her arm from his.

Hermione was lost in her memories. She did not hear Draco’s voice, she heard Lucius’ silky

drawl about what he was about to do to her. In a panic she tried to fight him and was

surprised was her arm came free. She took her shot at freedom and turned to run down the

hall.

Draco stood in the hall, his face a picture of confusion as she ran away from him. What

in the bloody hell just happened here? Why was Granger scared of me? He decided not to

follow her and turned to return back to his quarters.

Hermione kept running until she reached McGonagall’s office. Her panic has passed as she

gasped out the password and then sprinted up the steps, but she was still in tears.

McGonagall was startled as Hermione came running into her office. “Mia? Are you okay?”

“No,” Hermione sobbed. “I can’t do this…It’s too hard.”

McGonagall’s face grew stern as she realized what Hermione was talking about. “What did he

do to you?”

Hermione looked up at the suppressed rage on her mentor’s face. “He didn’t do anything. He

touched my arm to ask me if I was okay and all the sudden I was back there. In that dungeon

with Lucius telling me exactly what he was going to do to me.”

McGonagall felt a bit of relief that Draco had not stepped over the bounds, but also felt a

great deal of concern for her favourite teacher as she dissolved into racking sobs. She

spared a glance at the portrait of Dumbledore. “Albus? Could you get Poppy to come up

here?”

The portrait of Dumbledore nodded and quickly vanished. Within minutes, Madame Pomfrey came

running up the steps. “What happened here?” she snapped.

“Poppy, Ms. Granger was captured during the war by Voldemort and she just experienced a

flashback to those times. Could you be a dear and mix up both a Calming Draught and a

Dreamless Sleep Potion for her?”

The nurse knew that something more was going on, but also realized that it was not her place

to ask. She nodded her agreement and pulled both potions out of her robes. “Albus, warned

me. Here you go.” She turned her attention to Hermione. “Hermione, you need to drink

this. It will make you feel better.”

Hermione shuddered as she drank the Potion down, the effect was almost immediate. Her tears

slowed and she quickly wiped her face with the handkerchief that McGonagall had

provided.

McGonagall looked at her. “Mia, I think you should use my Floo to go back to your quarters.

Then drink the potion that Poppy gave you and rest.”

Hermione nodded and slowly got up from her chair. She quickly used the Floo and walked back

into her quarters. She was not surprised to see Dobby waiting for her with a meal.

“Is Ms. Mia alright?”

Hermione smiled at the elf. “I’m okay Dobby. I just need to get some sleep.”

Dobby nodded to her. “Of course, Ms. Mia. I brought this dinner so that you can relax and

then go to sleep.”

“Thank you, Dobby.”

Dobby just nodded and with a crack left her quarters.

Hermione thought back over the events of the day, with regret. This is going to be a

long year.

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