Dark Powers

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“Drake she needs medical help, or we’ll have no reward,” said Pansy.

“Tinky,” called Draco.

“Master Draco is home early, ohhh Tinky missed Master Draco. What can Tinky do for you Master Draco,” said the little elf.

“Tinky go get the doctor, our friend here needs help fast,” ordered Draco.

“Maybe Tinky can help, Master Lucius is not very happy with the doctor,” said the elf moving forward.

“Do your best Tinky, we’ll be outside. Are my parents home?”

“Yes Master Draco Tinky will do her best as always. The Mistress is in the garden and the Master, the Master is down stairs and asked Tinky to send you there as soon as you got home. Tinky forgot, how could Tinky forget, Tinky must be punished,” squealed the little elf.

“It’s okay Tinky, I’ll go now. Just worry about getting her better and don’t let her leave this room, actually just keep her sleeping until I return,” said Draco giving the orders and leaving the room to meet his father. He stopped by the garden to say hi to his mum first.

“Mother? Where are you?” called Draco.

“I’m here, Drake. By the rose bushes,” answered Narcissa.

“Mother, you look well,” said Draco giving his mother a big hug.

“That was a nice big hug; I don’t think I’ve received one of those since you got your first real broom. So tell me, what’s going on?” inquired Narcissa.

“Let’s just say that I have a gift to the Dark Lord,” said Draco giving his mother a big smile.

“You should do that more often, you look so handsome when you smile,” said Narcissa caressing his face.

“Mother, Father would not like to hear you say that,” joked Draco.

“Please, your father is just bitter. If you could only see him before the Malden tragedy. Lucius used to be such a happy man, you could always see a smile on his face,” pondered Narcissa.

“Cissa, I am a happy man. I have the most beautiful wife and such a handsome son,” said Lucius hugging his wife from behind and extending his hand to his son.

“I’m the spitting image of you Sir, of course I’m handsome,” grinned Draco shaking his father’s hand.

“That’s my boy, but why are you early? I wasn’t expecting you until much later this afternoon,” asked Lucius.

“Something came up. I had to take our portkey home. Blaise and Pansy are here also,” shrugged Draco.

“I asked why are you early,” repeated Lucius.

“We have another guest, a gift to the Dark Lord,” smirked Draco.

“Who? By your smugness, one could think you have captured Harry Potter,” smiled Cissa.

“Sorry Mother, close but not quiet, I have Hermione Granger up in my room.”

“The golden-trio’s little slutty princess? That I must see for myself, come Draco our Lord will be so pleased,” said Lucius walking back towards the mansion.

“Tinky says you are not very happy with our Doctor, what happened?” asked Draco.

“Your Mother is with child, and Jeremy has refused to end it,” Lucius explained.

“Pardon me Father, but isn’t that good news?”

“Your mother is too old to bother with a child, besides we only need one heir,” Lucius told him leaving no room for argument.

“Mother is only thirty-five, does she not want it?”

“We have more pressing matters in our hands at the moment, maybe if you stop bugging me we can discuss it later,” When they rounded the corner to Draco’s wing, Tinky was pacing in front of the door almost frantic.

“Tinky what’s wrong?” asked Draco.

“The young Miss is awake Master Draco,” squealed the little elf.

“Didn’t I ask you to keep her asleep?”

“Yes, Master but the young miss awoke back up. Tinky must have used too much magic, I think the miss lost her memory,” cried the elf cowering away.

“Come Draco, let’s see how she’s doing,” said Lucius urging Draco in.

“Granger?” called Draco moving towards the bed.

“Where am I?” asked Hermione.

“You’re at Malfoy Manor,” said Lucius.

“Why am I here?”

“Because you got attacked by your friends, so I brought you here,” explained Draco.

“But how can they be my friends, didn’t you just say they attacked me?”

“Who are you?” asked Lucius testing a theory.

“I’m… I’m a… I don’t know,” said Hermione confusion clear in her voice.

“Father, can I have a word with you outside?”

“Sure,” answered Lucius following his son out the door.

“She has the Malden pendant,” whispered Draco.

“What? She’s a mudblood, how did she get her hands on it,” startled Lucius, anger contorting his beautiful features .

“I don’t know, but all the stories you and mum are always going on about say that Mrs. Malden was pregnant with a girl. Maybe she didn’t die like we thought, maybe she was raised by Muggle parents, there for believed to be Muggleborn,” explained Draco.

“Draco, if you are right about this. If she really is Devon’s daughter, the Dark Lord will be most pleased with you,” said Lucius smiling.

Lucius Malfoy smiling was a rare sight. And if he wasn’t a Malfoy, Draco could almost be sure he saw his father skip. But that was totally un-Malfoy-ish, so Draco chose to pretend it never happened. Draco walked back into the room to find the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Hermione was sitting at the edge of the bed, her hair was wild, making her look like she had just had crazy, wild sex. Her school girl uniform added a bit of innocence to her, and it was enough to drive any man wild.

“You’re back.”

“Yes, got rid of the old man too,” joked Draco.

“Mind if I ask you some questions?”

“No, not at all. I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer them all but I can try,” answered Draco, eyes fixed on the necklace she was wearing.

“First can you do something about my hair? I can’t remember any glamour charms,” said Hermione turning her back to him so that he had full access to her hair.

“You called me Granger, is that my name?”

“No, your name is Hermione.”

“What is your name?”

“I’m Draco Malfoy, the older man that was here is my father.”

“Draco Malfoy… yes I remember your name, but I don’t really remember you,” said Hermione a bit sad.

“You will, in time. Here do you like this?” asked Draco when he was done with his charm work.

Hermione got up from her sitting position and walked over to the vanity mirror. “It looks lovely Draco, thank you.”

“Draco dear, may I come in?” called Cissa from the other side of the door.

“Of course, Mother. Come in,” replied Draco.

“Hello dear,” said Cissa to her son.

“Hello Mother.”

“Oh my…” gasped Cissa. “You are the spitting image of your mother, except for your mouth, you have your father’s mouth,” said Cissa engulfing the young girl in a hug.

“Thank you ma’am,” said Hermione.

“Oh you are most welcome dear. And Draco, Blaise and Pansy left, they said they can return if you’d like, so just owl them dear,” smiled Cissa. “Dear, a doctor will be here soon to look you over,” said Cissa turning to Hermione.

“Is that really necessary?” questioned Hermione.

“Yes dear, we must be sure of your health,” Cissa said walking to the door. When she pulled the door open, the doctor was standing on the other side of the door ready to knock. “Come in Doctor, come on Draco let’s give them some privacy.”

“No,” said Hermione quickly.

“You don’t want the Doctor to come in?” asked Draco.

“No, I don’t want you to leave,” said Hermione in a hushed voice.

“Mother, I’ll be out soon,” said Draco dismissing his mother.

“Are you sure child that you want him to stay?” questioned the Doctor.

“Yes, I am.”

“You heard her, do your work and get out,” ordered Draco.

“Of course young lord,” said the doctor getting to work. “Lay down dear, this won’t hurt a bit,” Hermione obeyed, after she was in laying position the doctor got to work. After a couple of minutes of wand waving, flicking and different colored rays of light engulfing her, the doctor was done.

“Should we get the adults so the news is given all at once?” questioned the doctor.

“What do you think Hermione?” asked Draco. Though nothing showed in his voice, Draco was worried about the results. If she was a mudblood he would have to hand her over to the Dark Lord, and though that was the plan Draco was having a change of heart. Now if she was really the last living Malden, she would be his.

“Okay,” said Hermione simply.

“Tinky,” called Draco.

“Yes Master,” squealed Tinky.

“Tinky call my parents, the doctor is done.”

“Old Master and the Mistress are waiting out by the door,” answered the little elf.

“Mother, Father you may come in now,” called Draco. The door swung open, and in came the Malfoys.

“Go on Doctor, what are your findings,” asked Lucius.

“She’s perfectly healthy, she might have light headaches because of the bump in her head, but otherwise she’s perfectly healthy. She is the daughter of Vivian and Devon Malden, there for the last living Malden,” said the doctor in one breath.

“Last living Malden…” whispered Hermione.

“Yes my dear, you are the last living Malden. Your mother was my best friend, we grew up together. And your father was Lucius’ best friend, they also grew up together. You and Draco would’ve grown up together too was not for that devastating tragedy,” explained Cissa.

“You knew my parents? Have you any pictures?” inquired Hermione.

“Of course we do dear, why don’t we look them over some tea?” said Cissa rising.

“That would be lovely,” agreed Hermione with a curt nod.

“Mother, Father could you go ahead of us. I’d like a word with Hermione,” asked Draco.

“Sure dear, don’t be long,” beamed Cissa.

After a couple of minutes of silence Hermione decided it was time to break it, or she would never get to know about her family.

“Draco, I think they are gone now, what was it that you wanted?”

“What are you playing at?” asked Draco.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t really follow,” said Hermione.

“You honestly don’t remember anything?” questioned Draco.

“Well, I do remember some things,” shrugged Hermione.

“Like?”

“I know I’m a witch, a very smart one for that matter. I remember your name, I know I’m going to be a seventh year student at Hogwarts. I also remember Professors Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore,” answered Hermione truthfully.

“You don’t remember your friends?”

“Not really, just you.”

“We are not friends, matter-of-fact we are enemies.”

“How can we be enemies if you saved me?”

“No with the best of intentions,” mumbled Draco.

“Never-the-less you saved me, and the people you say to be my friends, were the ones to make me loose my memory. The way I see it, you’re more of a friend. Now can we go, I’m starved,” smiled Hermione.

“I’m sorry,” he said barely above a whisper.

“What for?” asked Hermione.

“For everything, when you remember them you’ll know. Now let’s go, my parents aren’t known for their patience.”

Draco and Hermione spent the afternoon with Lucius and Narcissa, having tea and looking over old photographs. Later that evening, Lucius excused himself only to return moments later with, what one could say, a happy face.

“Draco, our Lord will like a meeting tonight. I think it would be a great time for your present,” smiled Lucius.

“Father, that would be except I don’t believe she has anything presentable to wear,” Draco said.

“I’m sure Cissa has something she can lend Hermione to wear,” affirmed Lucius.

“Of course I do, come dear let’s go through my things. Let’s go find you something glamorous for you to wear tonight, ohhh, our Lord will be so happy to finally meet you,” beamed Cissa.

“Why do I have to meet him?”

“Because my dear, he’ll be very please to meet you. Now come honey, let’s make you even prettier,” said Cissa pulling Hermione out of the den leaving the men behind.

“Father, now that the Malden heir was found, do we have to go through with the pact Mother and Mrs. Malden made?”

“Drake,” greeted Blaise stepping out of the fire.

“We’ll talk about that at another time, Draco,” replied Lucius.

“Blaise, where’s Pansy?”

“Don’t know, don’t care really. You know damn well why we’re fucking,” smirked Blaise.

“Do watch your language while in my house,” called Lucius.

“Sorry Mr. Malfoy,” apologized Blaise.

“It’s fine, just don’t let Cissa hear you,” smiled Lucius walking out of the room.

“Did your father just smile?” asked Blaise.

“Yep, been doing that since Hermione was proven to be the last living Malden,” answered Draco.

“Malden, as in Devon Malden?”

“The one and only, I guess the child did survive.”

“So the mudblood is a Pureblooded witch,” mused Blaise.

“And if rumors has it right, she’s just as rich as I am. Maybe even a little more, since her money has been sitting in gringots adding more every year,” said Draco.

“So, feel like taking Pansy back???” chuckled Blaise.

“Not really. You can have Parkinson, if Granger doesn’t gain her memory back, I might give it a go,” smirked Draco.

“You mean, she lost her memory?”

“You don’t think she’d be here willingly, if she had her right mind. Come on Blaise, I thought you were smarter than that. Oh and by the way, the Dark Lord wants a meeting tonight, you can wear something of mine,” said Draco rising to his feet and exiting the room followed closely by his friend Blaise.

“I thought you were only allowed one Death Eater robe,” teased Draco.

“You maybe, I have plenty,” joked Draco.

“That my friend is because you suck.”

“Tell Pansy to stop talking about my abilities,” smirked Draco.

“You are hopeless,” and the two friends laughed. Tonight was promising. After their preparations Draco and Blaise walked down stairs to find Lucius and Narcissa ready to go. Lucius was dressed in his black robes and Narcissa had on very elegant sapphire robes.

“Mrs. Malfoy, always so elegant,” said Blaise kissing Narcissa’s hand.

“Thank you Mr. Zabini, always the flirt,” said Cissa with a curt nod.

“Blaise do me a favor, and stop flirting with my mother, please. Mother, father,” greeted Draco. “Where’s Hermione?”

“Turn around Draco, you won’t believe your eyes,” said Blaise, shock clear in his voice.

“Wow…” was all Draco managed.

“Wow is right,” gasped Blaise

Hermione was standing at the bottom step. She had on a black dress that flowed down her legs all the way to the floor. One of her shoulders was bare, giving Draco and the others a good look at her flawless skin. Her hair was up in a bun with a few loose strands surrounding her face, she looked like a fallen angel, innocent yet sensual.

“Here, keep this on for now,” said Draco throwing a black robe around her shoulders. Reaching behind her, he pulled the hood over her head, careful not to undo her hair. “Keep the hood on until I lower it,” ordered Draco. “Father are we going by portkey or floo?”

“By portkey, here,” said Lucius pulling out a silver box from under his cloak, “When ever you are ready, we can leave.”

“I think we are all ready,” affirmed Narcissa.

“As you wish my Lady, touch the portkey, we leave on the count of three.”

The familiar tugging, as if someone is turning you inside out, and a couple of seconds later they were standing in a dark room.

“Ah Lucius, it’s good to see you, young Draco it’s always a pleasure to have you here. Who is your guest for the evening?” asked Voldemort.

“Just wait a little longer my Lord,” bowed Draco.

“I see you have good intentions, so I’ll wait.”

Voldemort moved into another room, closely followed by Lucius and company. Lucius took his place beside Voldemort’s throne.

“Bow,” said Lucius to the room full of Death Eaters. As always they bowed. Draco pushed down on Hermione’s shoulder making her bow with him. Voldemort started the meeting as usual by torturing a muggle. This time a young teenager girl.

“Welcome to hell,” said Voldemort to the young girl. “Bow to me.”

The girl was in hysterics, “Please, please I beg you, let me go,” sobbed the girl. “Oh my God, please some one help me, anyone,” cried the girl to the circle of people around her, “do something, anything.”

Draco could feel Hermione tense beside him, he was afraid she’d do something to try and save the girl, so his grip on her arm tightened.

“Crucio,” said Voldemort, and the girl fell to the floor screaming in pain. Blood churning screams.

“Don’t move, it’ll be over soon,” Draco whispered to Hermione.

“This just doesn’t seem right,” Hermione whispered back.

“In our world it is, it’s the same thing your friends did to you, except we don’t do it to our friends just our enemies. Now hush,” said Draco.

“Take her to the dungeons,” said Voldemort getting clearly bored after three more crucios.

“Yes, my Lord,” replied two Death Eaters, moving forward and dragging the girl her arms.

“Now, young Draco seemed fit to bring a guest into our mist. Why don’t you introduce us to your guest,” ordered Voldemort.

Draco moved to the center of the circle, a couple of steps away from Voldemort. He stood behind her and lowered her hood.

“A gift my Lord,” said Draco as Hermione’s face came into view.

“What’s the meaning of this? You’ve brought a mudblood here,” hissed Voldemort.

“Not a mudblood my Lord, a Malden,” stated Draco.

“A Malden? Impossible,” said Voldemort.

“Possible my Lord,” said Draco removing the cloak from around her shoulders.

“Vivian,” whispered Voldemort getting to his feet and closing the distance between them.

“The name is Hermione, not Vivian,” said Hermione.

Voldemort circled her a couple of times, and stopped in front of her. Facing her he reached for the necklace and examined it.

He looked her in the eyes and she did not shy away. Hermione could feel his intrusion, she could feel him picking and sorting through her memories, yet she did not shy away.

“You do not fear me,” mentioned Voldemort.

“Should I?” an audible gasp echoed around the room as the present death eaters held their breaths awaiting retaliation. But none came, instead Voldemort chuckled.

“Just like your mother,” he said touching her face. Turning to the group he said, “this calls for a celebration, Lucius you stay everyone else is dismissed.”

“But my Lord, what about the meeting?” inquired Greyback.

“We’ll continue tomorrow, it will be a death eater celebration so dress at level. Parkinson,” he called as Pansy stepped forward, “I’ll leave you in charge of spreading the word, tomorrow at midnight.”

Voldemort waited until everyone cleared the room before he spoke.

“Do you know what this means Lucius?”

“They’ll be very powerful together,” stated Lucius simply.


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