Stitched Mouths

Vanessa walked down the echoing hallway. She could hear the click of her heels and her breathe reverberate back. She looked up at the stained glass casting light filled images down on the stone floor as she past. She looked over at the open doorways and finally made it to the last door. She looked up at the stone arch and read the latin inscription carved into it. DIS MANIBVS PVBLIS

“To the shades of the dead,” She murmured to herself, then glanced around before walking in. She stopped by the door, pulling her cloak off and throwing it over her arm. A huge fireplace stood across from her while lush black leather couches stood around it. It was a big room with cathedral ceilings and walls of books. She walked forward and set her black cloak down on one of the couches, a house elf popped in and gathered it up as she stepped back from it.

“You’re early,” A man said, walking out for the shadows to her right, she turned towards him.

“You like early,” she answered, he nodded, brushing past her to the couch.

“Have you acquired the Malfoy boy again?” He asked, sitting down slowly.

“Yes, he’s back under my control,” she answered, standing next to and behind him.

“Good, I want him at the next gathering before the beginning of the graduation parties, I want him initiated,” he murmured, holding out his hand, instantly a house elf appeared with a glass of wine and handed it to him.

“His mother-“ She started.

“Enough with your elder women babble, I want him apart of my ranks,” he growled.

“Your wish is my life,” she murmured softly.

“Good, you have three days,” Voldemort waved off Vanessa who nodded, turning and leaving.


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Hermione sat reading in Draco’s bed at his home mansion. He was the only one of the Malfoys not in hiding or in prison. He was getting dressed for the day as Hermione turned another page.

“Are you meeting Harry and Ron tonight at the Order’s headquarters?” Draco asked.

“Yeah, there’s a meeting tonight. I wish you could come with but…” Hermione trailed off, Draco shrugged.

“I understand, I’m neutral. I like it this way,” Draco said, turning away from her.

“You’d be a target for both sides if you got involved and you know it,” Hermione grumbled, closing her book.

“I know, I just wish I could do something,” Draco sighed.

“That’s a first, a Slytherin actually wanting to help. Usually they only save their own hides and say fuck you to everyone else,” Hermione grinned up at him as he turned around.

“People change,” Draco said, walking over to her, suddenly the fire behind them roared to life and Vanessa appeared in the flames.

“I need your help Draco, please,” she was hysterical.

“I’ll be right there,” Draco said, she nodded and disappeared.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Hermione said as he threw on his cloak.

“Love you,” Draco pecked her cheek and dashed out.

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Draco found himself on the Lestrange mansion doorstep, waiting for the house elves to answer when a bad feeling started to grow in his stomach. Something was off as Vanessa met him at the door. She threw her arms around him, crying.

“I didn’t know who else to turn to,” she cried, looking up into his face.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked.

“The Dark Lord, he’s planning something big soon, I don’t know what it is but I can see the signs,” she explained.

“And how can I help?” Draco asked.

“You’re a Malfoy, your father was part of the inner circle, you can find out,” she exclaimed.

“No, I can’t do that,” Draco pulled away from her.

“But what if he’s found a way to kill Potter? What about Hermione?” Vanessa asked.

“There’s better ways,” Draco shook his head.

“You know there isn’t,” she growled, Draco sighed and turned away from her.

“Fine, what do I do?” He growled.

“There’s a meeting in three days, I can take you to him,” she explained, he nodded following her deeper into the mansion as she unfolded her story.


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“Vanessa?” Draco walked into the forest clearing, looking around for any sign of her. She had led him here then had disappeared, a cloaked figure walked out of the trees.

“Draco Malfoy, you’re even more charming and beautiful now than you were as a baby,” Voldemort drew back his hood, he looked much more human now. His long ink black hair flowed silkily over his shoulders. He had also had rugged features with ivory skin and dark green eyes that glowed in his face.

“Lord Voldemort,” Draco breathed, taking a step back from the Dark Lord.

“Yes, you’ve the right choice Draco. Trust me when I say this will be more fun for me than it will be for you,” Voldemort pulled out his wand and cast the crutacious curse, bringing Draco to his knees in agony. He cried out as Voldemort sunk his fingers into his long silver hair and dragged him off into the forest. Draco twisted, holding on to Voldemort’s arm as he tried to figure out where he was taking him. Soon they were in another clearing, this one with a low stone alter in the center and a ring of strong, ancient standing stones. He pulled Draco up onto the alter and cast another spell binding Draco’s wrists to the top corners of the wide alter.

“I’ve made this ritual into an art form, you will heed only to me and no one else,” Voldemort growled as Draco pulled against the spell holding his wrists. Voldemort produced a long gleaming knife from his robes and started to cut off Draco’s clothes.

“You will be mine for eternity,” He hissed, a wild light in his eyes as he crawled up onto the alter, stripping the last of Draco’s clothes away.

“Monster,” Draco breathed, closing his eyes and turning his head away from the madman.

“Heed me all the power of the earth, I call upon you to bind this man to me. He will be my right arm and will serve me. I demand your obedience and I demand your soul,” Voldemort screamed above him, he then dropped to his knees and plunged the knife deep into Draco’s stomach. He screamed, trying not to believe what was happening to him. Voldemort pulled out the knife and replaced it with his hand, he finally pulled out something Draco couldn’t see, it was bright, too bright. He thought he was passing out but everything was going white instead of black. When he came back to himself, he was staring at the black starlit sky above. He was breathing, alive, he looked down but there was no gapping wound in his stomach. He looked around and saw Voldemort walking back towards him.

“You will help me destroy Potter, you will bring him to me and we will torture him together until he dies,” Voldemort growled, running his hand down Draco’s cheek.

“He doesn’t trust me,” Draco replied, Voldemort shook his head.

“I will show you how to get to him. I know him, I know his weaknesses and soon we will rule the world,” Voldemort told him. He then released Draco who sat up and realized he had the Dark Mark etched onto his side right above his hip.

“What about the Elder Women?” Draco asked.

“I have taken care of them,” Voldemort helped Draco off of the altar. He then wrapped his cloak around himself and apparated out of the forest. It was almost dawn and he didn’t remember much except for the first part. It was like his memory was blocking it all out. He sat down in his favorite chair in one of the many sitting rooms in his castle and stared thoughtfully into the fire. Wondering if what he had done was the right thing or if he had just fucked up royally.


TBC

Notes: The last one didn't satisfy me that much so I wrote this one just after.