The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Nine
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Chapter Nine
Harry barely paid any attention to the meeting that was taking place, telling everyone the updates as to the supposed locations of death eaters in and around Europe. All he could think of was of Hermione and trying to come up with ways to fix what had happened.
“And on a very odd note, Hermione Granger was spotted in Romania, of all places…” Kingsley was saying.
“What?” Harry demanded. “How do they know it was her?”
Blinking at him in shock, Shacklebolt told him, “Because she registered at the hotel under her own name. She stayed in the wizarding establishment all of one night before leaving.”
“Where…”
“Hold on,” Kingsley told him. “We have other business first. I’ll give you all that information afterwards.”
Harry was forced to agree, as it wasn’t as if they were there strictly to find Hermione. It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that the meeting ended. And much to Harry’s relief, Kingsley didn’t keep anyone else there after as well.
It was as he was straightening up his papers that Kingsley went over to him and asked, “Why are you so concerned about Miss Granger?”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “I messed up, Kingsley. The fuck up of all fuck ups.”
Kingsley studied him a moment. “You do realize that you can take some time off, don’t you?”
Harry blinked at him.
“Taking a vacation isn’t out of the question,” he pointed out to him. “Two weeks and not a day longer.”
“Thanks!” He jumped up, grabbing his papers as he left. “Where in Romania was she spotted?”
Smiling Shacklebolt told him. “Come on over to my office and I’ll give you the name of the village and hotel.”
***
“It’s all that bitch’s fault!” Ginny raged even as Ron was eating without much emotion other than a rather ill hidden disgust that he was eating his sister’s bad cooking.
After picking out another burnt bit from his mouth, he asked, “How is Harry being gay Hermione’s fault?” Ginny glared at him only to have him point out, “It doesn’t make sense, Gin! It’s like blaming a bird for the sky being blue.”
“You’re supposed to be supporting me,” she snarled at him.
“I do,” he murmured. “If and when you’re behaving reasonably, I support you 100%. Which I have to tell you, you aren’t even close to being at the moment.” Giving up on the food, he tossed his napkin and looked at his sister. “You want someone to put this bullshite on as being their fault, but tell me how is Hermione to blame for any of it? She’s the only one that hasn’t done anything wrong in this farce.”
“Harry was supposed to be mine!” Ginny yelled.
“Says who?” Ron asked her. “And Merlin help you, witch, if you say mum. Because you and I both know that she would tell you anything to keep you from whining.”
She hit his arm hard, snapping, “You’re nothing more than a pig!”
“Now you didn’t have to go off and insult me!” he said, standing up. “If I were a pig, I would have eaten that crap you call food straight off.” Ron walked away quickly. “Talk to you later! I’m going to get some lunch before I go back to work!”
Ginny was throwing the food at him, even as he was laughing and disapperating away. Still growling with anger, she went about cleaning up the mess she made as she planned. She would get that bitch if it were the last thing that she did.
***
They managed to keep Hermione and Lucius away from each other for ten hours. But time came that nothing was holding her back. Hermione sat fighting going under, but nothing she did worked. One second her amber eyes were staring at Severus from across the table and the next they were pitch black.
“Where is he?” she asked, the unreal voice sending the others at the table to their feet. She stood up, looking around. She walked, but stopped next to Pansy. “You shouldn’t hide your mother. She, like many wives of her day, do or did as their husbands ordered them to do.”
Pansy was shaking as she whispered, “Does that mean that she’ll be safe?”
“One never knows.” And much like a sleepwalker continued on her way.
In the sitting room, Lucius was in front of the fireplace where he had been waiting for hours. She walked over to him, leaning down to look him in the eyes.
“Lucius Malfoy, it is time,” she told him. “My recommendation is not to fight it.”
He looked into her pitch black eyes that were as fathomless as space, breathing, “Will it hurt?”
She turned her head slightly as she studied him. “It might.”
Clearing his throat, Lucius sat up all the straighter and fixed his jacket. “Very well, start when ready.”
“So brave,” the deep, rumbling voice taunted. “Let’s see how brave you truly are, shall we?”
Lucius’s scream tore through the house, a long with the slamming of doors. Pansy and Blaise held onto Draco, as everyone waited to see what would happen.
“I told him I’d be there for him,” Draco cried. “I need to go…”
“No, you don’t,” Blaise told him, thinking back to having watched his own mother dying in flames that erupted from her chest.
“Please don’t do it!” Pansy begged him, not wanting him to see his own father die as she had. “You have to stay. Support him later!”
“If…” Blaise started only to have Pansy smack the back of his head to stop talking. The last thing Draco needed was to hear that his father might die within the next half an hour. Glaring at Pansy, the dark Italian rephrased what he was telling him to, “When you see him later.”
“You can’t promise me that!” Draco was sobbing into Pansy’s shoulder.
“I know,” Pansy whispered and petted his head, hoping to sooth him. “And I also know that there is nothing I can say or do to make this any better. Just know we’re here for you.”
Both of them hugged him between them and did the only thing they could do—hope for the best.
***
CLIFF HANGER!! What was I thinking? (Insert favorite evil laugh here) Yes, once again, I must admit I'm mean that way. Thank you for taking the time to read. Please if you could take the time, review. I read and cherish every single one of them that I get.
Angeles--thanks for the questions, but you're just going to have to wait and see like everyone else reading the story to have your inquiries answered. Thanks again. And do please keep reviewing.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Nine
Harry barely paid any attention to the meeting that was taking place, telling everyone the updates as to the supposed locations of death eaters in and around Europe. All he could think of was of Hermione and trying to come up with ways to fix what had happened.
“And on a very odd note, Hermione Granger was spotted in Romania, of all places…” Kingsley was saying.
“What?” Harry demanded. “How do they know it was her?”
Blinking at him in shock, Shacklebolt told him, “Because she registered at the hotel under her own name. She stayed in the wizarding establishment all of one night before leaving.”
“Where…”
“Hold on,” Kingsley told him. “We have other business first. I’ll give you all that information afterwards.”
Harry was forced to agree, as it wasn’t as if they were there strictly to find Hermione. It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that the meeting ended. And much to Harry’s relief, Kingsley didn’t keep anyone else there after as well.
It was as he was straightening up his papers that Kingsley went over to him and asked, “Why are you so concerned about Miss Granger?”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “I messed up, Kingsley. The fuck up of all fuck ups.”
Kingsley studied him a moment. “You do realize that you can take some time off, don’t you?”
Harry blinked at him.
“Taking a vacation isn’t out of the question,” he pointed out to him. “Two weeks and not a day longer.”
“Thanks!” He jumped up, grabbing his papers as he left. “Where in Romania was she spotted?”
Smiling Shacklebolt told him. “Come on over to my office and I’ll give you the name of the village and hotel.”
***
“It’s all that bitch’s fault!” Ginny raged even as Ron was eating without much emotion other than a rather ill hidden disgust that he was eating his sister’s bad cooking.
After picking out another burnt bit from his mouth, he asked, “How is Harry being gay Hermione’s fault?” Ginny glared at him only to have him point out, “It doesn’t make sense, Gin! It’s like blaming a bird for the sky being blue.”
“You’re supposed to be supporting me,” she snarled at him.
“I do,” he murmured. “If and when you’re behaving reasonably, I support you 100%. Which I have to tell you, you aren’t even close to being at the moment.” Giving up on the food, he tossed his napkin and looked at his sister. “You want someone to put this bullshite on as being their fault, but tell me how is Hermione to blame for any of it? She’s the only one that hasn’t done anything wrong in this farce.”
“Harry was supposed to be mine!” Ginny yelled.
“Says who?” Ron asked her. “And Merlin help you, witch, if you say mum. Because you and I both know that she would tell you anything to keep you from whining.”
She hit his arm hard, snapping, “You’re nothing more than a pig!”
“Now you didn’t have to go off and insult me!” he said, standing up. “If I were a pig, I would have eaten that crap you call food straight off.” Ron walked away quickly. “Talk to you later! I’m going to get some lunch before I go back to work!”
Ginny was throwing the food at him, even as he was laughing and disapperating away. Still growling with anger, she went about cleaning up the mess she made as she planned. She would get that bitch if it were the last thing that she did.
***
They managed to keep Hermione and Lucius away from each other for ten hours. But time came that nothing was holding her back. Hermione sat fighting going under, but nothing she did worked. One second her amber eyes were staring at Severus from across the table and the next they were pitch black.
“Where is he?” she asked, the unreal voice sending the others at the table to their feet. She stood up, looking around. She walked, but stopped next to Pansy. “You shouldn’t hide your mother. She, like many wives of her day, do or did as their husbands ordered them to do.”
Pansy was shaking as she whispered, “Does that mean that she’ll be safe?”
“One never knows.” And much like a sleepwalker continued on her way.
In the sitting room, Lucius was in front of the fireplace where he had been waiting for hours. She walked over to him, leaning down to look him in the eyes.
“Lucius Malfoy, it is time,” she told him. “My recommendation is not to fight it.”
He looked into her pitch black eyes that were as fathomless as space, breathing, “Will it hurt?”
She turned her head slightly as she studied him. “It might.”
Clearing his throat, Lucius sat up all the straighter and fixed his jacket. “Very well, start when ready.”
“So brave,” the deep, rumbling voice taunted. “Let’s see how brave you truly are, shall we?”
Lucius’s scream tore through the house, a long with the slamming of doors. Pansy and Blaise held onto Draco, as everyone waited to see what would happen.
“I told him I’d be there for him,” Draco cried. “I need to go…”
“No, you don’t,” Blaise told him, thinking back to having watched his own mother dying in flames that erupted from her chest.
“Please don’t do it!” Pansy begged him, not wanting him to see his own father die as she had. “You have to stay. Support him later!”
“If…” Blaise started only to have Pansy smack the back of his head to stop talking. The last thing Draco needed was to hear that his father might die within the next half an hour. Glaring at Pansy, the dark Italian rephrased what he was telling him to, “When you see him later.”
“You can’t promise me that!” Draco was sobbing into Pansy’s shoulder.
“I know,” Pansy whispered and petted his head, hoping to sooth him. “And I also know that there is nothing I can say or do to make this any better. Just know we’re here for you.”
Both of them hugged him between them and did the only thing they could do—hope for the best.
***
CLIFF HANGER!! What was I thinking? (Insert favorite evil laugh here) Yes, once again, I must admit I'm mean that way. Thank you for taking the time to read. Please if you could take the time, review. I read and cherish every single one of them that I get.
Angeles--thanks for the questions, but you're just going to have to wait and see like everyone else reading the story to have your inquiries answered. Thanks again. And do please keep reviewing.