The Purest

Reaching a door, he opened it. Noticing it empty he gestured for her and his son to enter.

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What was she doing? She knew better than to have put herself in a potentially hazardous situation, but she needed to know about her parents.

She watched him retaining confidence and dignity though his stroll was lazy. He sat on the edge of the teachers desk. Gesturing her and his son forward, they each took a desk.

“Ms. Phoenix, I assume, that this is the surname you have chosen to use from now on?”

“You assume correctly.”

“Very well, as you know your parents names were Kana and Morgan Kaelin-Phoenix. They were brilliant, they succeeded in everything they did. Not to mention their insufferable need to immerse themselves in books.”

Hermione was hanging on every word. The description of her parents pleased her. It made since of how she was the she was now. Pieces of her life coming together.

“Morgan was my closest friend, up until his demise. Your mother and Narcissa, often spent afternoons engaging in gossip and indulging in fine tea. I will not lie you about the activities your parents entertained, I’m sure you are well aware. But they were not like the ones that run rampant among our ranks these days. Your parents stood on the right hand side of the Dark Lord. They were his chief generals, in a matter of speaking. Your parents could make anyone talk if they wanted to. They only indulged in torturous acts if the situation called for it. Your father dabbled once in awhile in random torture, but when your mother was around he was strictly business.”

Hermione sat there transfixed by his words. She had already known that her parents were death eaters, but when described, she was a little relieved that they were not overtly horrendous. Not that torturing is good in any way. She was still glad that her parents did not start punishing the random Tom, Dick and Mary’s of Europe.

“Can you tell me how they met?”

He smiled.

“Of course my dear. Your mother and father were heads in their 7th year. Both were in Slytherin, which was interesting because no heads have ever been in the same house before or since then,” Looking at both of them” Until now. Their academic achievements were numerous. Your mother was an adept potioneer. While your father was simply stupendous at charms. Transfiguration was a breeze, and everything they ate of an organic nature your mother grew herself. Not to mention they were Slytherin’s star players, your mother was keeper and your father was a seeker.”

She sat there her mouth open wide.

“I told you my dear they excelled in everything they chose to do. Anyway, they of course graduated top of their class.”

Draco sat there listening to his father. If what he said was really true, Hermione had the genes of the greatest people his father had been connected to. With the exception of the Dark Lord of course. He was wondering why his father was being civil, now he knew. His father and her father were old chums. That of course did not mean that she and he would become bosom buddies anytime soon.

“Hermione, may I call you Hermione?

“You may.”

“Thank you. There is something that I should tell you, although you might be aware of already. When we were still in school your father came to me. He said that he had overheard Professor Trelawney and Dumbledore discussing something about the house of Phoenix. Which of course was his last name, at that time he did not relinquish any more information to me.’

‘Later after you were born he said Dumbledore was trying to convert him. He thought it strange that after his child was born, his old headmaster made a house call. He knew that you were going to do something great, and that it would effect many lives to come. Shortly after that your parent met an unfortunate end. I know nothing more except that we had made a promise that if anything happened to us our children would go to the other. So, I am offering you a place to stay in Malfoy Manor. Our door is open to you when ever you wish.”

Draco’s jaw dropped to the floor. It was one thing to go all civil with your old chums daughter. But it was quite another when your offering permanent shelter. He knew better than to speak when his father had the floor.

“Please sir. Do you not know anything else”

“I’m sorry. No.”

Crest fallen she got up to leave.

“But my dear I do KNOW someone who might be a little more insightful.”

Draco’s eyes got as big a tea saucers.
“No Way.” his eyes were incredulous. “ So your telling me your just gonna go and march yourself in front of the dark lord, dangle her in front of him and go ‘hey look at what I found’

She turned to Draco. “ Don’t be stupid. Lucius will present me and I will announce myself. If you want your father dead then I will suggest the former to occur.”

Lucius could not help himself. She was just as cocky as his own son, but she did it with more class.

“Shall we go then?” He asked.

“After lunch, I wish to grab some things, and have a decent meal.”

“Very well.”

And with that she left.

Draco looked at his father.

“What just happened.”

Lucius smiled at his son’s naivety. “You should do well to observe her. She drips with conviction, and is a natural in aristocratic behavior. Little does she know but she comes from one of the wealthiest Wizarding families in history. But I’m sure Gringotts will have been informed, and she will be notified very soon. Of course I will treat her to the niceties of a beautician and fashion coordinator myself. Her looks will be presentable before we place her in front of the Dark Lord.”

Draco was beside himself. Pay attention to Granger or Phoenix or whoever the hell she was. It did not matter he was Draco Malfoy, if anything she should be paying attention to him. This was not right at all. Not to mention she had treated him with disrespect. The outrage he felt was only tempered by the presence of his father. He would not act out and endure the displeasure his father would express.

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Not fifteen minutes had passed and Hermione returned. Lucius informed her that they would depart to London first she would not be presented to the Dark Lord in such a disheveled appearance.

He took her to a salon and fashion clothing store, telling her money was no object. And left her there taking Draco with him.

“Father why are you doing this?”

“Draco there comes a time when you will realize that some schmoozing is in order. No matter how above everyone else we are. If we schmoozed less then it would take money to get what we want instead of nice words. Do not worry. I know you have had your past with Ms. Phoenix, but you will see that she will surprise you. I have a feeling our trip to the Dark Lord will bear fruit for our side. Not to mention the praise we will be given upon delivering this little gem to him. He will be most pleased.”


Just then Hermione appeared from behind a drape.

Draco’s jaw dropped. This was not the rag-a-muffin they left here. This one was beautiful. Quickly shutting his mouth he turned his head refusing to acknowledge her. Although the look had not escaped his fathers watchful eye. He did agree with his son though she was stunning.

She wore a dark green renaissance dress that reached the floor with silver trim on the corset. An off the shoulder ensemble revealing soft skin extending to her swan like neck. Her hair was pulled up in a complicated bun except for the few ringlets that fell from the nape of her neck which she had pulled around over her shoulder, with curls that descended from her temples.

They had shaped her eyebrows, pierced her ears, waxed every part of her there was hair that shouldn’t be. She had opted to not wear much make-up just some mascara to darken her lashes and gloss on her lips. As Hermione walked towards the men an attendant rushed forward with a dark green velvet cloak lined with black silk. She placed in on her shoulders and secured it there. Turning Hermione caught her breath. She looked like she stepped out of a story book. She felt beautiful.

“I’m ready.”

He had to admire her ferocity. She was quick and to the point. No time wasted this girl was on a mission. He hoped that his son might take notice and step up to meet the challenge she might invoke.

“Very well. You too take my hands.”

No sooner than she placed her hands in his. She thought better of herself and took Draco’s in the others. She didn’t mean it in any kind of way. She had done it because she didn’t know what it was like to apperated with someone.

Getting to London earlier was easy because she knew the place that Lucius had mentioned so she had apperated there herself, but this was a new place and she didn’t want to lose anyone on the way.

Draco having no idea what was going on in her head just cast a quick glance at her. Not believing the transformation that took place. One time he saw her she was an ugly bushy headed stick straight bitch. Now , well now she was different. It was easier to accept her haughtiness now that she had a look to match her.

This just wasn’t right. Before she had been the opposition and it had been easy to taunt her. Now what was he going to say. ‘Shut up Rich pure blood.’ no it was going to be ‘Shut up Beauti, no Fabu…no Gorgeous Rich pure blood.’ No this simply was not right at all.

Hopefully the Dark Lord would explain something his father had not. Until then he still hated her. ‘Grang…errrr, I mean Phoenix is still the enemy.’

The landing was a little rough, but she managed to stay on her feet. They hand appeared a few feet in front of a doorway to a fairly large home. Lucius knocked twice and waited. A small squat man answered the door. She guessed it must be wormtail from the constant twitch he displayed.

“Good evening Lucius. Please come in.”

Hermione had slipped the hood on before wormtail had the chance to see her face. He peered at her through squinted eyes.

“Good evening young Malfoy.”

As she stepped in to enter.

“And who do we have here?” reaching to pull back her hood. She quickly stepped away.

“Wormtail, this is a surprise guest for the Dark Lord. If you discomfort her I’m sure he will be displeased.”

“Yes sir. Very well, follow me.”

He led them up the stairs to the second floor down the hall into a large sitting room amidst a great fire place.

“Master.” Wormtail squeaked. “Lucius and company beg attendance in your presence”

“Thank you , you may leave now.” he sat in a chair facing away from them. She saw his pale hand extend from behind the couch as he waved off his attendant.

“Lucius? And company?” He got up now.

She was frightened but refused to show it. Her head still hooded. She bowed her head in acknowledgement.
“My Lord I have stumbled across a treasure. One that we have been looking for.”

“What Lucius, Unless Potter is now of the feminine persuasion I highly doubt you have found anything worth my time.”

Lucius only bowed his head. He knew that she was very important to his master, but he did not dare speak out of line. His Lord would soon see what it was he was talking about and he would reap his rewards.

Hermione was worried. What he didn’t care who she was related to. What if he just killed her right then and there. Defiantly she stood her ground refusing to let fear take over her. She saw Draco he was trembling. Maybe he knew something she didn’t. In the past few moments everything was going fine and then it wasn’t.

“Well who is she, Draco’s new love interest want to join us does she?”

Draco sneered.

“Guess not. Very well. Young lady you may present yourself.”

Now was not the time to have second thoughts. Being in a place like this, your only second thought ended in death. She stood straight. Replaced the worried look she felt on her face with confidence, and removed the hood.

She curtsied as best she could.
“Your grace, I am most honored to be in your presence. My name is Hermione. Daughter of the late. Kana and Morgan Kaelin- Phoenix.”

“Remove your hood, and face away from me.”

She did as she was told.

“Now say your full name.”

“Hermione Kaelin-Phoenix”

Her body bristled she felt something distinctly now. How it slid over her skin.

“She’s the one. My dear please accept my apologizes. I had to be sure.” He looked to Lucius.

“Does she know?”

“No my Lord I saved that pleasure for you.”

“Young Ms. Phoenix, I am sure you are anxious to know what it is we speak of.”

“Yes sir.”

“I am sure you know some of the things that your parents indulged in before their demise. I am also sure that you know of the prophesy. What you don’t know is I can fill in all the blanks with one simple phrase. You see when you were born your parents placed a spell on you. You were given a mark to distinguish you from others. When you learned your real name the mark revealed itself. The spell they cast will release information now dormant in your mind. Now not all of the information will manifest at once but will be made apparent when you trigger the memory. It may be something you do, something you read, it might even be a skill that you will be able to do. You see the spell they cast put all of their memories and knowledge into you. It may not be a surprise to you that information comes easily, and there are few things you do not remember. You see all of these years while your true identity remained secret. It was trying to release itself. In short you were not learning your lessons. You were remembering them.”

He looked at her, letting the information sink in. And then she spoke.

“Say it.” It was almost inaudible.

He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.

“Orior purus sanguineus”

She took a deep breath. Her vision faded as she feinted.

A/n

To those that might be wondering Orior purus sanguineus --loosely translated is ‘rise pure blood’. sorry if it sound cliché to the story but I couldn’t think of anything that would be as cool.

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