Daimons

Chapter 20

Very short Chapter, sorry. Thought it was a good place to stop.

The world was dressed in black. The sun, no matter how hard it tried, couldn’t break through the gloom of the day. There was never a morning in all of Hogwarts’ history that not a sound but the utensils hitting the plates could be heard at breakfast. The banners that usually flew the house champions, waved black. The candles that lit the hall had gone from snow white to black. Every dress robe was transformed to black. Even the notable Albus Dumbledore wore black.

Immediately following breakfast the students and teachers left to meet the Daimons. The lake, which was usually full of life, was… peaceful, not a ripple to be seen. Armstrong sat next to Edelman, an urn clenched tightly in his hands.

With solemn dignity, Harry walked to the front of the crowd. He cleared his throat, silencing the slight murmur of the crowd.

“We all came here today to say goodbye to one of the most gracious, loving, caring people that any of us will have had the privilege to meet. She loved us all. No matter what house we came from she treated each and every one of us as her child. That didn’t mean she didn’t have a temper.” There was a snicker from the crowd. “She didn’t suffer fools gladly, no matter what age we were. I remember once, I ended up in the infirmary after a Quidditch match-”

“Just once?” a voice from the crowd yelled out. Harry was pretty sure that the voice sounded a lot like Ron’s.

“This one day particularly,” Harry grinned for the first time in days, “Professor Snape was brought in hurt. We all know how stubborn the man can be. He swore and argued until Madam Pomfrey magically bound and gagged him. She then went about lecturing him about him acting like a child. After she was finished healing Snape… Professor Snape, she released him from his bindings. I was sure he would hex her. Instead, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her. Before he went back to his Dungeons Madam Pomfrey had him promising to behave.”

Numerous people took there turns speaking of the love they had for the medi-witch. There were tears and laughter, at the stories was told. Edelman sobbed silently, not only mourning the loss of his wife but the loss of getting to know her. Dumbledore was the last to speak but had to be led away when he could no longer speak.

Del stood and took the urn from Arm. Mounting his broom he rose and flew over the lake, where he poured the ashes. A fine layer of ash floated on the lake. The crowd watched as each particle disappeared into the depths. No one moved until the last fleck had vanished.

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Hermione woke with a besotted Daimon nuzzling her neck, his hard cock firmly placed between her legs. Starting to struggle, she tore at his skin as she tried to push him off of her. Her screams were muffled with his mouth on hers. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t how her first time was supposed to be. As Gavin toyed with her body, Hermione’s mind slipped into a safe place, where her memories of friends and loved ones could protect her from the reality of her body being ravished.

When Gavin pressed his manhood steadily in her she wasn’t there; she was a five years old and her father was pushing her high on the swing in her backyard. She squealed in delight as she went higher and higher into the air. As the Death Eater hammered relentlessly into her lax body, Hermione was nowhere near Malfoy’s Manor but was finding out that she was a witch and was going to be going to a school called Hogwarts. As he came forcefully in her, Hermione was flying, for the first time, over Hogwarts on her broom. Never more free as she was at that moment.

Gavin’s large body collapsed onto the motionless body beneath him. Within seconds he was asleep, his large cock still deep in her. Unseeing eyes stared at the ceiling. ‘In the morning she would waken and find that all of this was a horrible dream.’ Her breath caught. ‘No it wasn’t going to be ‘fine’ in the morning. Life was never going to be the same.’ Her tears started to flow. ‘The man she loved raped her.’ Her body was wracked with sobs. She cried for hours until the tears no longer flowed; until she could no longer breathe. As she gasped for breath the room darkened, her vision blurred. Passing out was a blessing.

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Draco entered into the house with a sleeping Tyler in his arms. It had been a long and enjoyable evening for the two of them. The movie was a little sophomoric for Draco but Tyler was thrilled and that was all that really mattered. Laying the boy on the bed, Draco removed the boy’s shoes and socks and was sure he was covered with one of Francis throws before he went in search of his benefactor.

She was nowhere to be found. On the kitchen table was a package with his name on it. Opening the envelope, the first thing he saw was a birth certificate naming Draco as Tyler’s father. The blood left his head and he had to search for a chair before he fainted. He found his wand, the one he had left in his trunk at Hogwarts, in the package. He had no idea how much he missed the feel of it in his hand until now. He found a sum of money, both Muggle and Wizard. And a short note.

Dear Draco,

I leave in your possession the most precious of gifts: Tyler. He is, to the world, your son. In a very short time, I’ve seen you grow from a selfish child to a caring man. Do not forget what you have learned. It is now time for you to return to your world and search out the one you love and beg for his forgiveness. Tyler has the gift of magic as does your father and his father’s father. Teach him to use it wisely. Good luck, my boy, and God bless.

With love, Francis

Malfoy was shaken to the core. His mind whirled and his hands shook. Who was she? Was she a witch? And how did she know so much about him? There were so many questions and so few answers. Draco jumped when a book fell from the bookshelf.

“Crap.” He gave a nervous laugh. Getting up, he went to put the book back on the shelf when a picture caught his eye. Turning the book around, so he could see it properly, he gasped as he stared at the book. He had seen this face before, months before when he first woke up from nearly dieing in the snow. She had been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he could never forget her face. Sitting cross legged on the floor he read.

Cabrini, Saint Frances Xavier (1850-1917)

Italian American Roman Catholic nun, born in Lombardy. In1880 she founded the Order of the Missionary Sisters of the Sacred Heart. She went to the United States in 1889, at the request of Pope Leo XIII, to organize charitable and religious work among Italian immigrants. Under her direction, schools, hospitals, orphanages, and convents were established in many of the principle cities of the United States and Latin America. She was canonized in 1946, becoming the first United States citizen to be declared a saint.*

Draco dropped the book to the floor. He was part of a miracle. He understood that magic was based on a miracle but this was different. This was for him and… Tyler. He made a promise to never take anything for granted. Not after this… not after being given a second chance. Looking to the heaven he whispered his thanks.

Getting off the floor he decided he would go and pack. His son and he would leave first thing in the morning. Excited to be going home, he went about his work with a light heart.

a/n I thought I would let my readers choose…Draco and Ron will be getting together in a couple of chapters…I haven’t made up my mind who should top and who should bottom. If anyone has an opinion I would love to hear it.

*the passage I used was from the Encarta Encyclopedia