Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Chapter 22

A/N I swear this IS the last chapter lol Thanks to everyone who was able to hang in there!

“Drop your wands now!” Draco demanded of his wife and friends. Hermione had already dropped her wand and was screaming at the top of her lungs for them to release Luke and Scorpius.

“Fucking hit him with an Unforgivable, Dad! Fuck this fat fucker! I’ll do it if you don’t!” Scorpius raved, while Luke seemed to be assessing the situation, looking for any small chance to escape. As their captors removed Scorpius’s wand from his possession, Luke slid his hand under his robes, intent on pulling his wand on the man that held him by the neck. Draco nodded a subtle no, and Luke ceased in his actions.

“Just calm down, Scorpius. This is all going to be over soon enough, just calm down son,” Draco said and Scorpius stopped struggling. That’s all Draco and Hermione needed right now, was Scorpius losing his cool and getting himself killed.

“What do you want from us?” Hermione yelled.

“I’ll handle this,” Draco said to Hermione. “You want me? Take me instead, and let my sons go.” Raspodin, who presided over the group of Death Eaters, waved his hand and Draco held his arms out, allowing himself to be taken.

“Draco,no!” Hermione ran forward but Harry held her back.

“’Mione, we can take them. Just wait for my signal and we’ll take them. Listen to your husband’s advice, and stay cool.” Ginny and Ron gave Hermione a slight wink and a nod, and Hermione felt slightly better.

“Now, let them go! You have what you want.” Draco was furious. Two men held his arms behind his back. Within a second, he was cuffed and forced to his knees. Raspodin, nodded to the men holding Luke and Scorpius and they were released. Hermione hugged her two sons and ordered them to stand behind Harry and the rest. Hermione had fought wizards far worse then this lot, so she felt confidant, especially with Harry at her side, but Luke and Scorpius were in way over their heads and she wanted to protect them at all cost.

“Roll his sleeve up!” Raspodin ordered the taller of the two men that was towering over Draco. The man did as he was told and rolled Draco’s sleeve up. “The other arm you twit!” When the man rolled the other sleeve up, Draco’s dark mark was visible. Raspodin smiled. “I knew you had it! The papers said you didn’t, but I knew you did!”

“Bravo, I have the Dark Mark you stupid wanker! The Dark Lord was never as inefficient as you. You really are out of your league. Turn yourself over to Potter and the aurors and I will give you life in prison, instead of DEATH, which you surely deserve,” Draco shouted. One of the men clobbered him in the face and Draco fell to his hands and knees, spitting blood from his mouth.

“You!” Raspodin pointed to Oliver Wood.

“Me? Oh, I’m not involved in all of this. I’m just a Keeper in the game of quidditch. Do ye’ like quidditch?” Oliver babbled.

“Shut up fool! Go and get Rasputin. Bring him to me or all your friends will suffer immeasurable pain.” Oliver looked at him quizzically and then Raspodin yelled again and Olive bolted through the maze.

“Follow the bumbling idiot. Make sure he finds his way out of the maze and brings me Rasputin,” he said to the henchmen at his left, who up until that time, had his wand pointed at Harry and Hermione.

In the minutes that followed, while they waited for Wood to return with Rasputin, Harry Potter tried to talk Raspodin out of whatever plot he was cooking up. Tried and failed however, and suddenly Wood stumbled back into view, almost stepping on Draco as he stopped short, out of breath. Behind him, was a cloaked figure, holding Roman at wand point by the neck.

“You! I was hoping I’d meet you again! Let these fine people go. Your beef is with me,” Roman seethed in anger as he looked at the now unmasked figure of Raspodin. “You take my family name and throw me into prison when I healed your syphilis. I healed your impotency and for this, you steal my lineage?”

“Silence Rasputin! That’s right. I’ve been following you for a long while. You are no grandson of Rasputin. Rasputin had no children. You are Rasputin himself!”

“Nonsense! My grandfather was poisoned and shot and then thrown into the river where he drowned,” Roman shouted, breaking free of the man that held him.

“Seize him! He is the one who can bring the Dark Lord back. He saved himself that day in the river when he was pronounced dead. He can bring the dead back, I say!”

“Are you insane? Voldemort is dead! I killed him myself. He cannot come back!” Harry said. As he said it, though he saw a fearful expression on Roman’s face at the same time as the words passed his lips. “You can’t, can you?” Harry now asked Rasputin, who was down on his knees next to Draco. Rasputin did not answer.

“Are you Rasputin? You must be over a hundred years old?” Harry asked. Draco looked up, and shook his head at Harry. He knew for a fact, that he was the holy healer and prophet from years past. Harry’s face sagged.

“You must take me to the water,” Roman said with a dour face. At that, Draco and Roman were heaved to their feet and the entire group were escorted to the edge of the Loch. Raspodin flicked his wand and a hole opened up in the hedge and they found themselves standing at the banks of the Loch. Green light whizzed through the night and Harry’s eyes darted in the direction by which it came. He saw Nathaniel and Lucius Malfoy jump out from behind a clump of trees, hitting two of Raspodin’s masked men with the killing curse. Harry and the others were thankful for the diversion and they too became embroiled in a ferocious wand fight. Red and green bolts streaked through the night sky. Hermione dove on her sons, yelling at them to stay down, when both Luke and Scorpius tried to stand and fight.

“For Merlin fucking sake! You’re my sons and I don’t care if you’re practically men, lay the fuck down!” Hermione shouted and both boys did as she asked. A bolt streaked at Hermione and Scorpius threw his mother over his shoulders, the bolt narrowly missing her. Luke climbed over to his mother, and laid his body over hers, covering her from the incoming fire. When the fighting stopped, six of the multitude of Death Eaters, lay in a heap on the ground.

“Everyone alright?” Harry yelled through the darkness.

“Get your fucking, god damn, hands off me!” Nathaniel yelled. He was captured, just as he reached the silt banks of the loch, where Draco was being held. A Death Eater stood over Hermione,Scorpius and Luke, wand pointed at Hermione. Ginny was also being nearly strangled by one of Raspodin’s wizards. Ron was hit with a stunning spell and he lay silently in the grass. Wood had fled the scene and Lucius was nowhere to be found. Harry was the only one not being held at wand point. He gulped at seeing the predicament his friends were in.

“Drop your wand or your wife will be the first to go,” Raspodin said and Harry dropped his wand on the ground in front of him. This was the exact reason he didn’t like Ginny around, when a battle was commencing. His head was muddled with thoughts of Ginny’s safety and he knew the situation called for him to be alert and focused.

“Take Rasputin into the water!”

The wizard was tossed into the cold, dark waters of Loch Lioness. His arms flailed and for a moment, it looked as if he may drown, but he found his footing in the mucky bottom, his feet sinking into the soft mud.

“I cannot do what it is you ask!”

“Kill Malfoy’s wife. I may still need Malfoy himself,” Raspodin ordered. At that, Scorpius launched himself at the masked wizard hovering over them. Luke grabbed Hermione and pushed her behind him.

“Wait! I can do it, but I need someone who is loyal to Voldemort. Since I was not, I cannot transform myself into him. Please, let us not shed any more blood. Please.” Raspodin nodded and Draco was suddenly being shoved into the cold water. Raspodin whispered to Draco and Draco nodded. Roman smiled. He laid his hands upon Draco’s dark mark and whispered many indecipherable words. When nothing happened, Raspodin became enraged.

“Do not test me! I will kill you and the rest of these squib lovers!”

“If you hate them so much, then why did you create so many?” Draco said smugly, through chattering teeth. “You messed with the gene pool just to win an election. How demented is that?” Raspodin’s face was turning a bright purple, so Rasputin spoke up.

“He has no allegiance to the wicked wizard of times past. I can not use Draco in the ritual.” Raspodin sneered, and then a wicked smile came over his face. His mustache twitching sinisterly, he called out Lucius Malfoy.

“Your son is worthless, but then he always was, wasn’t he? Tell me of the shame you felt when he failed the Dark Lord. Tell me how you lived to serve the Dark Lord. Tell me Lucius. Your son may not have any allegiance to the Dark Lord, but you’re different. You would be at his side right now, if he lived. I offer you that chance again.

Suddenly Raspodin’s eyes went wide and he lurched forward when he felt something sticking into his back.

“I wouldn’t move, not even a hair, you see, I have my wand in your back,” Lucius Malfoy stepped out form the shadows. He had been standing only a foot behind Raspodin the whole time. he still had the stealth of a cat.

“You want the Dark Lord back, just as I do!” Raspodin yelled. Lucius’s blond hair could be seen in the moonlight. He spoke methodically and Harry felt shivers go down his spine, remembering just how frightening Lucius Malfoy could be. For a moment, he worried that Lucius may actually take him up on the whole idea. If Rasputin could indeed bring Voldemort back from the dead, as he did himself so long ago, then the entire wizarding world was in big trouble. Had Lucius really changed, or had he just joined the side of good because he had no other choice? All these thoughts ran through Harry’s mind…and even Draco’s, as he shivered in waist high deep black water.

“Let my son go and leave now. I will allow you passage away from this place.”

“Help me bring Voldemort back!”

“Do you not understand that Draco was my redemption? I feel only pride towards Draco. I would have killed Voldemort myself, if I had the strength. I was weak back then, but I’ll not be weak now. I spit on the grave of the Dark Lord, just as I will spit on yours, if you do not call your pathetic little group off of my son and family,” Lucius said in a shrill whisper into Raspodin’s ear, his wand jabbing hard into the wizards neck now.

“Kill Malfoy!” Raspodin shouted.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Lucius said in a controlled tone even still but inside he was a bundle of nerves. There were so many wands on Draco and he feared that somebody would be killed tonight. He dropped his wand on Raspodin and made his way to the shore. Now three men were in the loch. Rasputin repeated the ritual again and although both Draco and Lucius’s dark marks burned on their arms, nothing happened.

“For Merlin’s sake! Use me!” Raspodin said, charging into the water, his black cloak flaying in the water. Both Draco and Lucius remained strong as they were cuffed and at their captors mercy in the frigid waters. “Before we start this, there is just something I’ve been dying to do.”

Raspodin, raised his wand at Draco. “This is for beating me in the election and passing those ludicrous squib laws!.”

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Lucius lunged, to take the bolt for Draco, but he couldn’t move his hands in the water and his head bobbed under the water. When he managed to find his footing again, he craned his neck in a three sixty, but Draco was nowhere to be seen. Hermione was wailing repeatedly, sobbing for her husband. She heard the curse and she shouted Draco’s name, her voice raw and hoarse as her screams echoed through the night. Scorpius stood next to her in disbelief, while Luke held Hermione, trying to be strong for his mother. Scorpius took off towards the water, shouting obscenities. He was stopped by Harry Potter.

“It’s dark! You have no wand! You cannot see what happened. He might be alive!” Harry held Scorpius back.

“Dad!” Scorpius shouted. Rasputin laid his hands on Raspodin and began to chant once again, and things went from bad to worse. The entire loch, lit up with a golden light, that slowly turned into a putrid green color, the waters becoming fluorescent, as Raspodin began to change. When his transformation was complete, Lucius swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

“Lucius…been a very long time hasn’t it?” Voldemort cackled loudly.

“Ow!” Harry’s scar burned and he nearly fell to his knees. When he raised his eyes and his wand, he saw the vision of Voldemort wading in the water, a green light surrounding him.

“This isn’t possible!” Lucius was dumbstruck.

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Draco jumped backwards as the killing curse shot at him through the water. It caught him in the shoe, but the water deflected it and he just felt a hard jolt. It was enough to knock him out though and when he came to, he was gasping for breath. He was in a deeper section of the loch now and everything was so murky and dark. He didn’t know which way was up. Suddenly, he saw a silver light, reflecting in front of his face. His hands were bound and he was wandless. It seemed hopeless, but the silver light came closer and Draco turned around and caught the silver object in his hand. His dragon necklace, must have broken loose from the jolt of the spell. He held it now in his fingers and rubbed it. Suddenly he saw moonlight above him and he kicked with all his might to reach the surface.

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“Jessie you must stop! There is something very bad going on down there. Please, Jessie! Blaise? Help me!” Luna screamed frantically as she tried to chase Jessie, with little Albus in her hands. Blaise, who had been holding Jillian, handed her to Luna and he took off after Jessie. The little girl ran with all her might.

“Auntie Hermione,” Jessie said crouching down next to a wailing and hysterical Hermione. “Don’t cry, Auntie Hermione. Uncle Draco told me he would always come for the bad men. He’ll come!” Jessie wiped Hermione’s tears away with her tiny fingers. Blaise stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a struggle taking place further away on the banks. Ron was on his feet and was mounting an attack as Harry moved closer to the water, his wand pointed on Voldemort, a second showdown imminent. Hermione stroked the little girls face and prepared to tell her that Draco was gone forever, when she felt something. Draco was in her head. She felt him so strongly, behind her eyes.

“The necklace, Nathaniel! Draco is alive! I can feel him!” Hermione laughed as she broke away from Luke. The Death Eater holding her at wand point, looked at her like she was insane. It was thast or he actually felt some remorse for just killing the MInistr of Magic and her husband. She took that moment to knee him in the groin. He dropped his wand and Hermione retrieved it.

“Fight! Draco’s alive! Fight!” Hermione ran wildly through the darkness with Luke in tow. She cast spell after spell, hex after hex and Ginny and Nathaniel were now free. The battle commenced and sparks of light shot through the night.

“Jessie,where are you! Please baby, come on.” Blaise was frantically searching for Jessie, but it wasn’t Blaise who found her. It was Voldemort instead.

“What have we here? A muggle… or a squib?”

“You a bad man and my uncle Draco said to run away from bad men!”

“There is nothing worse then a muggle…that is…except a squib. You are an insult to our race little girl.”

“My Uncle Draco is going to get you, BAD MAN!”

“Your Uncle Draco is DEAD, filthy disgusting squib! Perhaps you should heed his advice and run away, before I have to make an example out of you.” Voldemorts gnarled and pale blue fingers, wrapped themselves around Jessie’s face, but the little girl stood steadfast, and unafraid.

Without warning, the wind began to blow through Jessie’s hair and Voldemort pulled back, as if the mere touch of her skin had burned him. The wind whipped into a frenzy and the source of wind, seemingly emanated from Jessie herself.

“Here he comes! I told you!” Roman was cheering Jessie on and encouraging her. Lucius reached into Voldemort’s cloak and took his wand, freeing himself from his binds. It was a scary move, that he never would have contemplated let alone tried back in the old days. Voldemort turned on Lucius and like a vampirish beast of the night, attacked him, clawing at his face and hair, with his talon like claws.

“Run Jessie!” Lucius managed to say, before a gurgling sound was made, as the pair went under the water. The wind increased and everybody on the shore stopped to look, when they heard a deep rumbling coming from the water. Voldemort himself even stopped to look and Lucius drained the water from his lungs on the shore, exhausted and out of breath, coughing and sputtering.

Jessie lifted her arms high into the air, above her tiny little body and with it, a monster of enormous proportion rose with her arms from the loch. The body was huge, with a elongated neck and the head of a serpent.

“Bloody hell, what is it!” Ron shouted, dropping his wand.

All eyes were in awe, as the serpent leaned over the banks of the loch. Draco slid off its great neck and fell to the ground, with a thud. His body was limp and cold, but he was alive. Hermione ran to her husband’s side and conjured blankets to warm his pale and freezing body.

“The sea monster says that you killed one of her babies! You a very bad man! She is very angry with you.” Voldemort looked at the little girl, in shock and then he felt something splatter against the back of his neck. He turned quickly, to see the face of the beast staring him down. The beast’s mouth opened and then a crunching noise was heard. Everybody, but Jessie and Ron and Scorpius, turned away. When the others looked back, all they could see, was rippling water, on calm seas.

“It ate him! It bloody ate him Harry! Have you ever seen something like that?” Ron said. Harry was shaking his head in disbelief. At that, the rest of the masked Death Eaters that remained, laid down their arms and surrendered--for a little girl, that could communicate and command such a powerful magical beast, was not to be trifled with.

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36 hours later…

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Draco awoke in his soft bed. He was covered up with several blankets and he felt smothered by the heat. He threw the blankets off him and stood up. He looked down to notice that he was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. He had no idea how he got here and who dressed him.

He started down the stairs. He heard voices in the kitchen, so he made his way into the family room, to find his family sitting around conversing politely, eating some kind of a crème pie.

“Dragon! Oh, you’re awake. Are you cold? You should really have a shirt on,” Hermione fussed over him. The second he looked at her, he remembered it all. Raspodin, drowning, the beast that had somehow picked him up and carried his tired and cold body to the shore. He also remembered the little revelation from Potter in the maze and the fact that Hermione knew about Raspodin’s plot and hadn’t told him about. He suddenly became angry again. His wife didn’t believe in him, enough to tell him something so important, after all he had been through at the hands of that despicable man. Hermione shoved a plate with a slice of pie on it in Draco’s hands while Draco glared at her.

“Here, eat up. It’s your favorite! You need to regain your strength.” Hermione said with loving affection for her husband. Draco felt like being an arse though…so… he was.

“Did you make it?” He said, pushing the plate back into Hermione’s hands. Hermione narrowed her eyes at Draco and pushed it back at him.

“Your mother made it, you evil git!” Draco took it and licked his lips, taking a large bite and walking into the family room to kiss his kids. Hermione huffed and stood with her arms folded, waiting for the axe to fall. She knew what Draco was mad about and she knew it was going to come to a shouting match very quickly.

Jessie and Luke explained about the potion Luke had secretly given Jessie and how it had worked. That he thought her ability to talk to the sea monster of the loch, had something to do with the sea monsters blood running through her veins. When Draco asked Luke what the potion had in it, Luke replied…”more sea monsters blood.” Draco dropped his fork in surprise and worry.

“Luke…she may have her magic back, but it’s not exactly a normal witches magic. What if she becomes like…you know…one of the water serpents?”

Luke laughed. He handed Jessie his wand and asked Jessie to perform a simple levitating spell. She passed with flying colors.

“Each dosage is different, by the amount of sea monster blood they have in their system at the time of taking the potion. I calculated their body mass and the differential between the sea monster’s magical blood, to their own magical blood that lies dormant. I upped the dose of the sea monsters blood and it seems to bring out their magic. Once they are able to perform magic again, their natural witch or wizards blood seems to take over. I suspect in a couple weeks, with more simple exercises, like the levitating spell, Jessie will be a fully fledged witch, just like Mum or Lily.” Luke seemed sure of himself and Draco was tired, so he let it go for now. He would surely be in the lab tomorrow, but for now, he had a bone to pick with his wife.

“Sweetpea? Join me in the library?” Draco said with a sarcastic tone. She just wanted to smack that sneer off his face. They both made their way to the library. Draco closed the doors to the library. He never did that, unless he intended to raise his voice. Hermione glared at him.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” Draco said callously.

“I’ll fucking look at you however I wish,Dragon,” Hermione returned his sarcastic tone.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Raspodin and his plans? I could have your job you know! I could have the entire Wizengamot’s jobs for fucksakes!”

“Shut up, Draco.”

“What did you say to me?”

“I said…eat your pie and shut up.” Hermione stormed to his desk and thumbed through his daily planner. Draco was anal about having Prunella keep his daily schedule up to date. She shoved it hard, into Draco’s gut.

“What in the bloody hell is this?”

“It’s your planner moron!” Hermione folded her arms again and cocked her head to the side, tossing her hair in a huff.

“I know it’s my fucking planner, Hermione! Not very smart, for the smartest witch of her age, are you? Why are you showing me this!”

“READ IT DRACO!” Hermione yelled.

Draco glanced down and read it.

“So what? Says you had an appointment with me last week. Who bloody well fucking cares! I had to cancel it, because the Thai Minister came to Britain and wanted to meet and discuss their own squib laws being changed and how to implement the changes.” Hermione remained quiet and allowed Draco to put it together in his head. “Oh, oh I get it! You are saying you made an appointment to see me to discuss “Official Ministry business?” You fucking sleep with me! You could have told me after I fucked you. I fucked you good too, on that day, as I recall. You could have told me when we showered…Oh yes, I fucked you there too!”

“Are you really that ignorant Draco? You know I can’t discuss Ministry business with you, hence I lose my job! I had to make that appointment with you as your legal counsel. If I had told you under any other circumstance, then under lawyer/client confidentiality, I’d be liable. I found a way around it, by using the fact that I am your legal consultant. It was the only way to keep both of us out of trouble and to save my job!”

“You’re crazy, you know that!?” Draco shouted.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I don’t like you right now,” Draco said snidely.

“Well I hate you, in fact!” Hermione shouted back.

“I hate you more!”

“Oh please, not even an original come back. Stupid wanker.”

“Bitch.”

With that, Hermione shoved Draco’s pie in his face and proceeded to laugh. He had whip cream allover his face, sticking to the fringe of his bangs. She knew Draco would be angry, so she turned to leave, but he caught her around the waist and brought her into his body.

“Lick it off,” Draco said authoritatively.

“I…” His grip tightened on her.

“Lick it off Malfoy…Now!” Hermione leaned into his face and licked a little of the crème from his chin. She licked more from the side of his mouth and then his lips. He plunged his mouth down over hers when she touched his lips and Hermione found herself pressed hard into one of Draco’s kisses of fire. The crème was now allover her face as well, as they continued to kiss. Her hands traveled down his slightly perspiring chest. He took her hand and shoved it down his pajama bottoms. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and moaned into his mouth. He pulled away from her kiss.

“What say we live dangerously this time?” Draco asked wiping his face off on Hermione’s shirt.

“What did you have in mind?” Hermione asked coyly.

“Let’s do it in the bedroom tonight.” Hermione squealed when Draco lifted her over his shoulder and threw the library doors open, to find Narcissa eavesdropping. She blushed and turned around and walked away as Draco passed by.

“Just making sure you made up! Sounded like a terrible fight,” Narcissa said as if her actions were completely justified.

“Draco can be much more terrible, Cissy!” Hermione hollered as Draco smacked her arse while he traversed the staircase.

“You’re going to find out just how terrible Granger.” Draco smirked and threw her on their bed before pouncing on her.

The

End

By Jenny

I will start the first chapter of the next and FINAL Broomsticks story in a few days time. I am playing with a name for it still, so I can’t announce it yet. I do have a great plot though. NO, no more squibs…I am so tired of squibs! Lol Let me give a brief sentence or two summary to wet your appetites. Jillian and Albus find themselves in the Forbidden Forrest doing a late night detention together, when something happens and they find themselves at a strange and different Hogwarts. Jillian makes a quick friend in Slytherin…and he pretty much runs the show in Slytherin House. That is storyline “A” obviously…I don’t want to reveal what I have planned for all the storylines right now, but I have those in mind already too. Thank you to every single person who has reviewed me in this story and the others too! I have a lot I would like to say, but right now I am burnt! So I am going to chill and watch some Michael Phelps in the Olympics. Those swimmers really are built aren’t they? lol