Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

The reason I didnt update involved a turkey, the impound and some of my pounds. Long story...



Sorry for the wait, please enjoy.



Two things happened.


“Avada Kedavra,” hissed Voldemort, his tone icy.

The first thing, Pansy screamed and pitched forward in a flash of iridescent green light. Her body fell unnaturally, her arm crooked and her leg twisted under her. A span of black hair fell to the floor, fanning out and covering her body in death.

The second thing, Severus Snape revealed himself with a subtle movement, his arm arched as he cast expertly towards Voldemort and connected, as Pansy hit the ground with a thud. Voldemort hissed in pain, with a screech. “Severus SNAPE?!? You fool, you will only put death off , but I will come back...” Voldemort fell to the floor in a anticlimactic lump.

Severus Snape, esteemed wizard, Snarky, Brooding, Potions Master, Deatheater, Traitor, Spy, walked up to the Dark Lord and kicked him square in the face, busting his now quite dead nose.

“Not today, Riddle. You are ended. Ad vitam paramus,”purred the young Snape, brandishing his wand towards the other Deatheaters. “Flee now, or face worse then him.”

“He’s right,” spoke a voice behind him, and the teenagers stood there gripping their wands, tightly, backing up Snape, and Draco noticed that most of the Deatheaters were disarmed during the confusion.

“This reign of terror is over,” declared a familiar voice, of one very dead Harry Potter. Most of the junior Deatheaters fled, leaving behind the Carrows, in a cowardly fashion.

“It will never be over, you foolish boy,” hissed Amycus, with his sister guarding his back.

Draco stepped to them and turned on Potter, joining their circle.

“That’s right Potter. As long as we survive, so does the Dark Lord. Would you kill us all then?” laughed Draco, and he turned to Alecto and smiled smugly. “We can escape through the tunnels.”

“Oh, good precious boy, we knew you would help us. Friends of your father. Dear friends, that is,” whispered Alecto frantically and she let Draco behind her and brandished her wand menacingly.

“My father taught me about many things… one thing such as loyalty,” hissed Draco, a cruel tilt curling up his lips.

Snape and Harry paused nervously, their wands on Draco. Hermione began to weep heavily; everything was lost, even though they had won.

“And that among Deatheaters, there is none. Avada Kedavra!!” murmured Draco, viciously, and he shot her in the back, Alecto fell to the floor with a gasp of pain, and then moved no more.

Snape hissed as well, striking out towards Amycus, but he was to slow.

Hermione screamed as Amycus formed the words to send Draco to his final death. “Ava…”

However,a female voice cut across his own, and its intensity was bone chilling with hatred and rage.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” screamed Mariah, her wand shot across and the green light lanced through Amycus with wicked clarity. Amycus fell next to his sister, and ceased to move.

Mariah panted heavily, her chest heaving as she tremblingly held the wand in place. “AVADA, AVADA!!!” she screamed hoarsely again, and again, her eyes blackened with rage and blistering hatred. She continued to cast the curse into the now dead body of Amycus Carrow.

Snape slowly walked towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder, staring down at the corpse.

“He’s dead, Mariah. Shhhhh… He can never hurt you again,” murmured Severus, and she slowly lowered the wand, her hand trembling heavily.

“No, he will never be dead for me. After him, I will never be fit for another person again. I am what he made me to be now, something that even you, a former Deatheater cannot stomach,” Mariah whispered dully.

Severus felt the shock and agonizing pain of her words all the way down to his toes. She was bleeding from inside and he couldn’t fix it. He had never felt this uncomfortable before. His mind felt all jumbled together, Voldemort was finally dead, he couldn’t think at the moment. His silence was all the answer that Mariah needed though.

Mariah gasped a harsh breath and ran away from him, and she fled into the tunnels. Snape looked bewildered at the other teenagers and they seemed to be rounding up the Deatheaters and he knew that they needed his help. Severus sighed and walked towards them, helping them.

Hermione gasped in relief seeing Draco alive and well. Draco obviously broke through Pansy’s potion. He truly loved her and everything would be okay... Hermione gratefully blacked out from exhaustion, knowing that she was safe now.

Draco turned at the sound of a gasp from Hermione and he panicked, running towards her, grasping her to him.

She had just fallen unconscious. He picked her up and carried her towards the school.

Draco knew that even if Hermione forgave him, this would always be between them. He had failed her horribly. His beautiful, brilliant Gryffindor, mother of his child and owner of every good piece left in his rotten soul.

Draco felt his eyes grow wet as he surveyed the damage he and the others had done to her. He fled to his room, kicking open the door. Draco gently lowered Hermione to the bed and he closed the door and locked it behind him. Draco began to run a bath for her.

Draco caught his image in the window but it pained him to consider it. He grabbed his hair in his hands and tugged, sitting at the edge of the tub and wept. He wept for her, for his mother, for every life that had been lost, from his utter cowardice. He slipped off the edge of the tub and fell to the floor, and sobbed into his hands.

His murderous hands, nothing would ever be enough. He was not good enough for her. She deserved better, hell even Snape was better then him. He was just like his despicable father. He was foul, loathsome and everything that she had ever uttered about him.

Hermione awoke to the sound of sobbing. Raw, pure, unadulterated male sobbing. Draco was in the bathroom and he was gut wrenchingly sobbing into the floor. Hermione felt choked up from hearing such pain radiating off him and she stumbled to her feet wearily. She pushed her way through the door and stared down at him.

Draco Malfoy was not a pretty crier. Obviously, he did not possess the experience that she did with it. Hermione started to smile despite the way her throat was closing up.

Draco stared hard at her and whispered, “You are okay.”

“I have had better moments, believe me, like a marathon Quidditch race, but I will be fine..,” Hermione whispered dryly and leaned down, careful of her big belly, and she reached out to touch his hand.

Draco quickly drew back from her. “ No, you’re not going to be able to undo this with humor.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione stared hard at him in shock, puzzle written onto her face.

“It means, you cannot talk me out of this. I am bad for you Hermione! I am fucking evil, and our baby deserves better… and so do you,” murmured Draco quietly, staring hard at the tile and he stood up.

“You are so thick,” hissed Hermione, her eyes filling with tears, staring at the cold, icy Draco before her.

“No, Hermione, you are the one who is thick, lovely, stubborn, the love of my life, but thick as a board. I am evil, and I am a Deatheater, I RAPED you. Who says I wouldn’t do it again? I am just like my father.” His blunt matter-of-fact tone was one of disgust.

“I love you, Draco,” whimpered Hermione, seeing that anger was not reaching him, instead she begged. “Please don’t do this. Don’t destroy our chance to be happy on pride.”

“It’s not pride, love, it’s you and your child’s safety. Something I will never jeopardize again. Mark my words. I will give your baby a name, and you will never want for anything, but I cannot trust myself with you. I love you too much.” His voice sounded raw, and Draco’s eyes were red with determination.

Draco rose up from the ground and straightened his shoulders determinedly. “Nothing will change my mind on this.”

Draco fled the room, whispering some excuse about helping Snape round up Deatheaters, but Hermione could only hear the sound of her dreams shattering at her feet.


But what Draco failed to realize is that Hermione Granger never fails at anything.


Especially not her dreams.





To be continued….


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Thanks.

Reirei.