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Forever, I Fear by Darcy Drake
Chapter 9 : A Slice of Epiphany
 
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A Slice of Epiphany
Chapter 9





                It’s too big, Eltanin thought, setting his bag down next to his bedroom door. His mother had walked him up and was now looking down at him with excitement in her eyes, “Don’t you love it.”

                Eltanin had always been raised to be polite, and this was no exceptions. “It’s great,” he said cheerfully, putting on a smile. His mom nodded, and backed away, “You make yourself at home while  I go and check on Jeanette.”

                He wanted to follow her, to stay with Jeanette, but he had to be brave. That’s what Grandpa always told him, “You’re a Malfoy, never show fear.” A tear escaped Elt’s eyes as he thought about his Grandma and Grandpa. His Daddy had told him that they had been sick. That they had “passed away”. At the time, Eltanin hadn’t understood what his father meant, but he knew better than to ask more questions. Daddy was too upset to answer any questions. So he went to the next best thing, Miss Hermione. She explained that his Grandparents had died. This had surprised him, Elt had never known anyone who died. He remembered how sad Miss Hermione was, and how she had smiled when he curled up in her lap.

                “Are you sad because of Grandpa and Grandma?” Eltanin had asked her, wanting to make her feel better.

                She nodded, kissing him on the forehead, “Yes.” Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked at him. Though he didn’t know how, he knew there was something else wrong. “Miss Hermione, can I ask you a question.”

                “Yes Elt?” She had pulled away and was now studying him with her eyes.

                “Why else are you sad?”

                More tears ran down her face and she let out a small laugh, “It’s complicated.”

                Elt stood up, bringing himself to full height on the floor in front of her, “You should tell me. It will make you feel better, plus I get complicated stuff very easy.”

                Miss Hermione rolled her eyes, laughing down at him, “I know you do. It’s just hard to talk about.”

                Elt had accepted that, mostly because he could see the pain in her eyes, “Well it’s going to be okay and I will always be here.”

                Eltanin sighed and sat on his bed, looking around the room that he would be staying in for the next two days. It’s too white, he thought, touching the white satin pillowcase. This was nothing like what he thought his Mom’s house would be like. He had imagined she lived in a house like his Daddy’s, or even Teddy’s house.

                The locket on his neck felt heavy as he touched it. I miss my Daddy, he thought.

                Before he could begin unpacking though, Jeanette walked through his door, “Hey there Kiddo, are you getting settled?”

                Eltanin shook his head glancing behind Miss Jean. He didn’t see his mother, so he felt it was safe to talk to her, “I miss my Daddy. I want to go home.”

                Miss Jean sat down beside him and hugged him, “No, I think you should stay here. Maybe after a few days you’ll start to like it here.”

                A few days? We’re only going to be here a few days, not get used to it. Eltanin looked around the white room again and felt cold. That’s what the house was missing, warmth. At his house, he was always warm and cozy. Willow always made sure there was a fire going or lots of blankets to go around. There was color and excitement, not dull and boring. “We’re going home tomorrow evening,” Eltanin said rudely, standing up. He didn’t like the idea of staying for a long time.

                Jeanette stood with him, patting his head, “You’ll start to love it here, you’ll see. I’m going to send an owl to your Dad telling him we’ll be staying over for a few more days.”

                Eltanin looked up at her, betrayal slicing through him. He didn’t want to stay here, he wanted to go home. He was willing to stay to make his mom happy, but more time was too much. “Miss Jean?”

                “You just get unpacked. Don’t worry, I’ll work it all out.”

                She exited the room and Eltanin felt even colder. He was alone. He touched the locket around his neck again, trying to decide if this was an emergency.


Malfoy’s are brave, his Grandpa had said. Well then he could be brave too.

 





 

The tears flowed freely as Hermione stared up into the face of her once deceased father. She felt light-headed and her knees went weak. Someone caught her around the waist as she collapsed, but she was too distracted to tell who. “Daddy?” she asked, any sense of bravery gone from her bravado.

                “Hermione,” she felt her father reach out and pull her into his arms, stumbling against her weight. The arms that were around her were now underneath her, ready to catch her if her father dropped her. She looked up to see Draco, confusion in his eyes.

                “Martha, get some blankets.” Before she could say anything to Draco, she felt herself being whisked away into the house of her childhood. Pictures lined the walls, just like they had before she had left. Her mother emerged in the entryway to the kitchen, a shocked look on her face. Hermione let out a squeak of surprise, “Mom, you’re alive!”

                A surprised look crossed over her mother’s features, “Of course I’m alive dear, what would have happened to me?”

                Her father sat her on the couch, cupping her face in his hands, “What is this about?”

                Tears were streaming down her face as she sat up, hugging his neck. “Dad, I need you and mom to answer a question, please.” She pulled back when she felt her father nod. Her mother was standing behind him, her hand on his shoulder. With a deep breath, she rubbed her neck, “When I was a kid, what was the one thing I always wanted to change about myself?”

                Her mother and father smiled, “Your teeth dear,” they said together.

                Hermione heard Draco laugh, and look over to him. He composed his face quickly, coughing to cover his laugh, “Sorry.”

                Her father’s eyes narrowed and he stood up, “I don’t believe we’ve met. I know Harry and Ron, but not you. I’m Graham Granger.”

                Hermione opened her mouth to answer for him, but he reached around Harry to shake her father’s hand, “Draco Malfoy, sir. I’m currently in a relationship with your daughter.”

                Mr. Granger’s eyes flashed to Ron and then back to Draco, “Oh, I see.”

                Her mother sat down next to her, wrapping her arm around Hermione’s shoulder, “ Now ‘Mi, tell me what you meant about me being alive.”

                The memories of her mother’s screams echoed in Hermione’s ears, as though she were hearing it all over again. She wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, feeling as though she were ten years old again. “I was, I was kidnapped.”

Mr. Granger sat down next to her then, enveloping Hermione into a hug, “Why didn’t anyone tell us?”

Harry spoke up then, “It was my fault.  I didn’t want the press getting a hold of this. So I kept it quiet.”

Graham glared at Harry, clearly not amused, “You still could have informed us that our daughter was missing.”

Harry was cool under her father’s gaze, “I was more concerned with finding her, sir. I’m very sorry and it won’t happen again. “

Martha nodded, “It had better not, but that still doesn’t explain why you are so upset dear.”

Hermione took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, “Whenever I was being held captive, they tricked me. They tried to force me to give up a little boy in exchange for your lives.” She glanced over at Draco, who had furrowed his brow. She had been reluctant to inform him of that part of her story. Her heart was crippled at the thought of anything happening to Eltanin. She couldn’t imagine what Draco would go through.

“And you believed them, Dear?” Her father questioned. He still had trouble grasping just how powerful magic can be. Of course, he didn’t remember the year and a half he and Mrs. Granger had spent in Australia. Hermione had restored their memory to before she had modified them, but that part of their lives would be lost forever.

She sighed and hugged her father some more, trying to grasp the situation, “I’ve spent the past week thinking you were dead. Though I know it’s not true, it’s hard to grasp.”

Her mother brushed her hair back from her face, “We’re alright, no one is going to get us.”

A sob escaped Hermione’s mouth as she tried to smile. Her parents were safe. Whoever’s screams she had heard were not her parents, and that was a good thing.

Harry allowed her another few minutes of reassurance before he motioned that he needed speak with her. She knew what he was going to say, and it was not something she wanted to hear. Swallowing the fear she felt as she left the room, she and Harry left to speak in the kitchen. The last thing she heard was her father saying, “So what happened to you and Hermione? I thought you two were going to get married.”

She groaned inwardly at the question and instead focused on Harry. The happiness she felt was the complete opposite of what Harry’s face showed, “Hermione, I don’t know if the people sitting in there are your parents.”

Hermione, knowing this was coming, shook her head, “It’s them, I know it’s them.”

Harry shook his head also, “You can’t be completely sure.”

Hermione sighed, “They have to be my parents Harry, If they aren’t I don’t know what I’ll do.” She broke off as sobs escaped her mouth. In the back of her mind, she knew Harry was right. They could be imposters, but her heart wanted them to be real. She wanted the screams and the horror to be a bad memory. As much as she wished it, though, Harry was always right. “I’ll stay here. If I wait and see how they act at home, maybe I’ll be able to tell if it’s a potion or a spell.”

“What if it really is them, but they are being controlled. You could be in danger,” Harry looked worried as he watched her, that Hermione started to question herself. Should she make herself a target? If her parents were still dead and the two sitting in the living room were imposters, they could attack her whenever she fell asleep.

Then, there was Draco. How could she leave him alone? With Eltanin gone, Draco will be feeling very lonely. Also, whoever is after Eltanin could also be after Draco. His look of confusion crossed her mind, and she realized that it wasn’t only confusion, it was pain. She didn’t even realize what finding that her parents are alive could be doing to him.

“You’re right Harry, I won’t stay.” The hurt that these words caused brought tears to her eyes. If they really were her parents, they were in danger. She couldn’t leave them unprotected. “We have to send someone to watch over my parents, though.”

Harry nodded, pulling her into a hug, “I’m going to ask Ron to stay and watch the place. Then I’ll owl another Auror and have him watch Ron. I still don’t trust him. Kingsley has been talking about demoting him.”

Hermione shrugged, “It’d be for his own good, perhaps knock him down a notch. Has he said anything about the Cannons?”

Harry sighed, “They didn’t sign him at the last minute. It was pretty sad, the way they told him. He showed up to the first practice and the Captain let him down really easy, but it was still embarrassing for him.”

Hermione wrapped her arms around her waist, “I didn’t know they hadn’t signed him. So is he giving up then?”

“No, Puddlemere will sign him next season. They really want a part of the trio on the team,” and the mention of Puddlemere, Hermione tested her heart. It seemed to be working just fine, the memory just that, a memory. Instead, it was Draco who she cared for, and longed to be with. With another nod, Hermione turned to go back to her parents. She could still hear voices as she turned into where her parents were sitting. A part of her brain was still worried she would close her eyes and they would disappear again.


That didn’t happen though, as soon as she turned, her parents were still sitting on the loveseat, having an in depth conversation about Malfoy Enterprises. It seemed that at the mention of a company he recogonized, Graham Granger had warmed up to the man that may one day be supporting his daughter.





Later that evening, Draco held open the door to his flat for Hermione, who smiled up at him as she walked past. He smiled back at her, but he knew it didn’t reach his eyes. Her face dropped as she noticed this, but she didn’t question him. That’s the type of woman you have to hold onto, he told himself.

Instead of pestering him, she just walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. He followed suit, although he poured firewhiskey instead of water. The liquid burned as it went down his throat, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Again she frowned at him, but she didn’t say anything.

Draco took his drink and went to sit on the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He heard Hermione rustling around next to him, but he didn’t say anything nor did he open his eyes. So when she laid her head on his shoulder, he was surprised.

As though it were a reflex, his arm went around her shoulders and pulled her closer. He thought of her face when she saw her parents, still alive, and felt an unfamiliar knot in his stomach. Slowly, he looked down at her and found that she was watching him. “It’s impolite to stare,” he joked, laying his head against the back of the couch.

She gave him a half-smile, “Not when you can’t take your eyes off of the person.”

He thought about it for a second, then chuckled, “No, I’m fairly certain you are still staring.” He pulled her close and maneuvered them so that he could lay down with her next to him. While he was on his back, her chin was resting on his chest and she was still staring at him. He stared back, his eyes narrowed. Before he could say anything, she narrowed hers also and sighed, “Well something is wrong and I’m just trying to figure it out.”

“You can’t read my mind,” he said matter-of-factly, “No matter how hard you try.”

Hermione scoffs, “I’m the smartest witch you know, I could do anything.”

Draco laughed and nodded, “This is true, you could, except for reading my mind.” He laid his head back down, but he could still feel her eyes on him. “I know you want to ask me something.”

Hermione nodded, and he peeked from behind his eyelids, “Well go ahead and ask then.”

She shook her head this time, laying her cheek against his chest, “I’ll wait. I can be patient.” Draco grinned to himself and sat up, bringing Hermione with him, “Alright, you talked me into it.”

With a grin, she sat back on her knees and looked at him expectantly. He sighed and crossed his arms, “I’m worried, about a couple of things actually. You remember how Daphne ran up too me at the manor. I feel uneasy about that day. I just can’t figure out what it is that is so upsetting.”

Of course, that wasn’t the only part that he found disturbing. A part of him was extremely cautious of the Grangers. They may have fooled Weasel and Harry, but they sure didn’t pass his test. He wasn’t about to voice this concern to Hermione, but it was still a concern.

                Her face became thoughtful as he watched her, wondering if she knew what he was talking about. After about a minute, she shook her head, “I can’t remember what she said, do you?”

                Draco sighed and leaned his elbows on his knees, “No, I don’t. I’ve been trying to, but nothing seems to be breaking free. I remember that she was talking about taking Elt, and that she wanted us to come live with her, but that’s all I can remember.”

                Hermione spoke up, “And she was calling me incompetent, I remember that because she actually has a case on that.”

                Draco shook his head, “No, they don’t. Hermione, could I ask you a question?”

                She seemed surprised, but nodded anyway, “Of course.”

                He didn’t know how he was going to ask this, but he had already decided that he needed to know, “What happened when you were kidnapped? Not just what happened to you, but why did they take you?”

                Hermione took a deep breath as Draco watched her, intent on her face. He was hoping that since her parents were still alive, she could actually discuss those couple of days. In the end, his patients paid off. She leaned her head against the back of the couch and sighed, “They took me hoping I would exchange the life of my parents for Eltanin. I refused to do so. They blinded me, so I couldn’t see, but I could hear everything.” She continued to tell her story, pushing her way through the parts where her parents had screamed. By the end of it, Draco was holding her and tears were falling freely down her face once again. He marveled in her strength and how much she cared for his son.

                Looking down into her face, he couldn’t help but be surprised. A few years ago, she had loathed him. He had been on the wrong side, pledging his allegiance to the Dark Lord. Despite everything he had done wrong, here she sat, telling him about how she would have sacrificed her parents to keep his little boy safe. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” he said, leaning down a kissing her gently.

                She laughed against his lips, “Except for you of course.”

                He shook his head and grinned, “No, I think you may trump me too.”

                He loved the feel of her lips on his and the way she fit perfectly into his arms. As they kissed, he started thinking about how she was with Eltanin, how much he loved her, and how, without even trying, she had become more of a mother to him than Daphne ever was.

                She wrapped her arms around her neck and he pulled her even closer, running his hands down her sides. The kiss deepened and they were both flooded with the splendor of finally having someone that was a perfect for each other. Once again, he didn’t feel as though he were just kissing anyone, he felt like he was kissing Hermione Granger. She wasn’t just some bimbo on the street, she a know-it-all that still got on his nerves, but she brought out something in him that he had never seen before. Whenever he was with her, she seemed to tone him down, making him want to be a good person.

                She was also quite a good kisser, matching his rhythm perfectly. They were so caught up with each other that they didn’t even notice the owl that had just flown in the window. Draco didn’t know how long it had been waiting or rather it had been ordered to, but a sharp poke on his head brought him back to reality. He pulled back and tried to find to purpose of his pain. A large eagle owl sat on the back of the couch, its leg held out. He looked at Hermione, and was very surprised by what he saw.

                She was the same Hermione he had been looking at earlier, but she had changed. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a little rumpled where he had run his hands through. She was breathing deeply, looking as though she were still lost in the kiss. Ignoring the owl, he pulled her to him again and crushed his lips on hers. Just as he expected, she responded. Her lips were soft and she smiled as they kissed. After a moment, she bit his lip, causing another feeling inside of him to erupt.

                Wrapping his arms around her, he twisted so that she was on her back, the couch underneath her. He positioned himself on top of her, pulling her closer to him as he began kissing down her jaw to her neck. He could feel her pulse kick up as he kissed her, feel the way she pushed into him. Once again, he was wrapped up in her when the owl pecked his head once again.

                “Bloody Hell,” he said, pushing himself off of her and rubbing the back of his head, “That bird has a beak like a rock.” She laughed at that, but it was a dark husky laugh. Her eyes were dark with wanting him, which made him want to ignore the bird once again. As though sensing his intention, the bird pecked his hand that was resting on the back of the couch. “Alright already,” he said, taking the letter from its leg. “Are you happy?”

                From beneath him, he heard her laugh again, “You do realize you are talking to an owl?”

                “It’s not like I talk to inanimate objects or anything.”

                As she continued to laugh, he looked over to the owl, who was still watching him. The envelope was think and heavy. The front is was addressed to Mr. Draco Malfoy, and he did not recognize the handwriting. With quick motions, he tore open the letter and read the enclosed notice.

                Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,

                                As you must already be aware, an investigation on the protection of your son and judgment of his father is underway. We have heard from reliable sources that the protector in present is still employed to “keep an eye” on you. Because of circumstances that have just raised, we have ordered for a Miss Hermione Granger to be escorted from your premises and taken into questioning. We have suspicions that she is involved in the activity that has been taking place at your home. Therefore, we have released a young Eltanin Malfoy into the custody of his mother until further notice. If you wish to refute this decision we suggest you get a negotiator or arrange for one to meet you here. If you wish to contact Eltanin directly, you must go through Mrs. Daphne Malfoy’s negotiator, Blaise Zambini, and a Miss Jeanette Hughes.

                                Any further question may be sent back with this owl. We hope you have a pleasant evening and ministry officials will be arriving soon to escort Miss. Granger to the Ministry of Magic.

                The letter was unsigned, leading Draco to believe that they wished to remain anonymous. He looked down at Hermione, who had sat up again the arm of the couch, “What is it?”

                “You need to contact Harry now. As far as I can read, Ministry officials will be arriving here soon to take you away.”

                She looked confused, “What are you talking about?”


                “Get Harry.”





                “Eltanin, dinner.”

                Elt sat at the top of the stairs with his chin in his hands. He hated it here and he wanted to go home. Uncle Blaise had shown up earlier and was telling him that he and Eltanin’s mommy were getting married. He even had the nerve to say that Eltanin wouldn’t need his daddy anymore.

                He was wrong, and Eltanin wasn’t going to let him try and take the place of his daddy.

                “Eltanin, its dinner time.”

                With an exasperated sigh, Elt stood up and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Instead of taking 5 seconds to get to the dining room, it took Eltanin an entire minute to reach his seat. Across the table from him sat Miss Jean, who was smiling at him. Elt didn’t trust her anymore, she was acting to weird. At times her eyes would glaze over and she would ignore everything around her. He figured she was sick, but that still didn’t explain why she was making him stay.

                Malfoy’s are brave, he heard in his head once again. The locket felt like a weight around his neck, but he knew he couldn’t touch it. He would go home soon enough. Whenever two days were up, his daddy would come and get him. It wouldn’t take long at all.

                “Are you hungry Elt?” Uncle Blaise was smiling at him from the head of the table. In his glass was some red stuff, the gross red wine that his daddy refuses to drink. His daddy has class, but Uncle Blaise, he doesn’t.

                “Yes sir,” he told him, knowing that if he told the truth he would get yelled at. Eltanin already told Uncle Blaise that he wasn’t his daddy and his mommy had yelled at him for an hour.

                The dinner went on silently, Elt praying the minutes until he could be in his room with Willow again. His mommy had banned Willow from going anywhere but Eltanin’s room. He didn’t understand this, but he still didn’t question what she said.

                “Eltanin, honey, why are you so upset? You should be happy that you are staying here. Don’t you love it?”

                Eltanin nodded to his mother, not wanting to sound bitter. “Yes, I like it very much.” Even though Uncle Blaise and Miss Jean wouldn’t let him leave, he wasn’t going to hurt his mother’s feelings. She was being nothing but nice.

`               After dessert, Elt went up to his room and sat down on his bed, wishing the room had more color. Perhaps he could ask Willow for help. He glanced around the room, trying to find his best friend, but she was nowhere to be found. “Willow?” he asked, getting down on his knees and checking under the bed. She wasn’t there. He walked over to the over-sized toy box and opened the lid, “Willow?” She wasn’t here either.

                He checked any other hiding place but they all came up the same, no Willow. He felt fear rise in his chest as he realized she was gone. Running out the door quickly, he ran to Miss Jean room. Using his fist, he started banging on the door, “Miss Jean, Miss Jean, I need help. “

                The door opened and out stepped Uncle Blaise. His uncle looked down at him curiously, “What’s wrong?”

                “Where is Miss Jean?” Eltanin tried to look past him, but the door was shut before he could get a good view of the room.

                “She had to go home. Jeanette didn’t feel very well, so it’s just you, me, and your Mom.”

                Eltanin felt his breath go out in a whoosh, “What? Just us?”

                Uncle Blaise’s smile grew, but it wasn’t an "I’m happy smile." This smile told Elt exactly what he was thinking. He had one, and Eltanin knew it. “Where is Willow?”

                His Uncle shook his head, “You don’t need her. We have plenty of house-elves here.”


                “Will she be there when I get home?” Eltanin felt tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to push them away, he really did, but it didn’t work. His uncle Blaise looked down at him, that same smirk on his face, “You are home.”





                Hermione watched as Draco paced back and forth, his wand in his hand, “Draco, stop stressing out. Harry said he would take care of it.”

                Draco nodded at her, not really listening, “If they even try to touch you.”

                She had to stop him, he looked as though he were going into an anxiety attack. Of course, who wouldn’t in this situation. She picked up the letter again and read through it, “I can’t believe Zambini did that to you.”

                As though pulling him out of a trance, Draco stopped pacing and sat down in the kitchen chair next to her. “I don’t get it, what does he get out of all of this? He’s been my negotiator for years, what changed his mind?”

                Hermione cupped Draco’s cheek, kissing him gently, “You need to calm down. We just need to prove that Zambini is wrong.” She watched as he relaxed at her touch and smiled, “There you are, now we need to figure this out.”

                She read over the letter again, her brow furrowing. Pulling out her wand, she started muttering forgery spells to see if the letter was legit. She had been at it for a few minutes when she heard Draco gasp beside her. Looking up from her project, she watched as his eyes stared at her wand. “Does she even have a new wand yet?” he muttered, standing up from the table.

                Hermione looked down at the wand and then back to Draco, “What are you saying?”

                As if realizing she was there, Draco jumped back into the chair and grabbed her hands, “No one but Harry, Jean, Ron, and I knew that your wand had been split. Not even Ginny knew. I sure as hell didn’t tell anyone. How did she know?”

                Hermione was completely lost in what he was saying, “Maybe it got out?”

                Draco shook his head, “It was only the four of us who knew.”

                Hermione was trying to process that fact that Draco was accusing Daphne of all this. It did make sense, Daphne was capable of anything when it came to getting what she wanted. She was even capable of murdering. Hermione thought back to those few days in the darkness, finally putting the final piece together. “Oh my God, Blaise Zambini is in it with her.”

                She thought about Daphne’s shrill laugh in the Malfoy foyer, and Zambini’s deep voice and matched them perfectly to the voices she had heard. “Eltanin is with them.”

                Draco nodded and stood up, “How quickly can Harry work?”


                Hermione shrugged, “If he has incentive, and this is sure as hell incentive.” Just as she had done many times before, Hermione conjured her otter and sent it to Harry, hoping that he could do anything to help them.

                Just as the otter disappeared, Hermione felt a familiar burning sensation on her chest. She looked over to Draco, who was holding the charmed Galleon in his hand, looked up at her, “Eltanin.”

 





                Harry was sitting at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, enjoying a dinner with his family, when Kingsley Shacklebolt came through the front door. “Harry?” he said, a hint of panic to his voice. Harry stood up quickly and went to Kingsley, concern wrinkling his forehead.

                “What is it?” he asked, feeling Ginny come up behind him. Kinglsey looked past Harry to Ginny, “I think you all should come with me. We’ve got a hint on who it was that attacked you, but we can’t move in unless we know you are safe.”

                Ginny nodded, knowing not to question Kingsley’s judgment, he was trained my Mad-Eye Moody after all. She hurried away to retrieve the children, but Harry stayed where he was. “That’s not all, is it?”

                Kinglsey shook his head, “I need you to get to the ministry now. Someone has planted an idea in their minds and they aren’t backing down.”

                Harry froze, trying to figure out the problem, “What idea is that?”

                Kingsley sighed, nodding to Ginny and she held Teddy and Albus, “They think Hermione is behind the attacks.”

                Harry laughed, although it was without amusement, “Why would they think that? You don’t think that do you?”

                Kingsley rolled his eyes, “Of course not, but I do know who started the rumor. I’m going to go after him soon.”

                Before any of them moved, a small Otter found its way into the house. Hermione’s voice came from its mouth, “Draco says we need you here. Something has happened.”

                Behind the Otter, a fox bounded into the room, “I don’t hold custody anymore, Daphne does. And authorities are coming after Hermione.” Harry was surprised to find Draco’s voice coming from within the fox. He didn’t have long to speculate though, as he had to follow Kingsley to the fireplace. “You all go first, I suggest going to the ministry. Harry and I will follow.”

                Harry nodded as Ginny took the boys into the fireplace, “I love you,” she said, before dropping the floor powder and saying, “Ministry of Magic.”


                Once they had disappeared, Harry turned to Kingsley, “Now what is it you aren’t tell-“ but he was cut off by a wand. Harry felt himself go flying across the room and hitting something solid, but that was the last thing he remembered.





                Ginny Weasley walked through the Ministry of Magic, surprised by how quiet it was. It seemed as though there were nothing wrong, but Kingsley had been so insistent. She walked along the corridor to get to Harry’s office when she was surprised to find Ron there. “Ronald, what are you doing?”

                Ron looked up from the folder in his hand, “What are you talking about? I’m trying to get work done.”

                “What about Hermione?” she asked, setting Teddy down on the chair and Albus next to him. Ron looked completely puzzled as he stared at her.

                “Gin, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I imagine she’s with Malfoy, doing God knows what.”

                Momentarily side-tracked, Ginny zeroed in on Ron, “If you hadn’t of been so stubborn then maybe she would still be with you.”

                Ron’s ears went pink and he stood up from the desk, “That wasn’t my fault. If she would have just been like every other woman-“

                “So you wanted her to be something she isn’t. That’s why she’s with Draco, Ron. He wants her to be exactly who she is.” Ginny rubbed her temples and tried to find her place in the conversation, “That doesn’t matter though. Why are the auror’s after Hermione?”

                Ron looked at her as though she were demented, “What are you talking about? Hermione isn’t being brought in.”

                “Then why-“ Ginny started to ask, but was interrupted by a deep voice at the door. She turned and found Kinglsey, the real Kingsley, staring back at her, “Oh I’m sorry. I was looking for Harry. I heard voices and assumed he came back. Why are you here Ginny?”


                “Oh my god,” Ginny said, before turning on Ron. “You stay here with the children. I’ll be back,” then she turned to Kingsley, “Someone came to our house impersonating you. Now I think Harry is in trouble.”

                Even as she spoke, the golden galleon in her pocket began to burn.





                Harry woke up in a dark room, surrounded by rows and rows of books. He found it odd that he had just woken up inside of a library. This seemed more like Hermione’s dream than Harry’s.

                Hermione. He thought, trying to stand up. His arms were tied behind his back, stuck to the chair. He tried pulling them loose, but it was no use. They must have been magically bonded to him. He tried to move his feet, but wasn’t surprised when he couldn’t move them either. He felt like he was on the edge of panic when he heard a familiar voice, “Harry?”

                Harry turned his head to the right and sighed when he spotted Jeanette, in the same position he was in. “Jean, what happened?”

                She shook her head, tears falling down her face, “It was awful. I know you trained us to resist the Imperius curse, but it’s harder when they actually want you under. The things I said to Eltanin.” A sob escaped her throat as Harry watched her.

                “Jean,” he said slowly, “Are we at Daphne’s home?”

                Jeanette nodded, looking him in the eye, “It was them all along. They wanted Eltanin. They are planning on raising him to be a dark wizard. They are trying to get rid of all bad influences. You should have seen what they did to poor Willow.”

                Harry watched as she fell apart and tried to keep it together himself. “Look Jean, we have to get out of here.”

                She shook her head, “I tried Harry, I really tried.”


                Harry tried to maneuver his hands so that he could reach for his wand. Fortunately, he could still feel it in his pocket. Whoever was working with Daphne must have left in a rush. He sat in the chair, wiggling himself further and further down the chair. After what seemed like hours, Harry was finally able to get a hold of the tip of his wand. He pulled it up into his palm and pointed it at the ropes, “flamma,” he said, relieved to feel the ropes loosen and his hands free. His did the same to his feet then went and freed Jeanette. “We need to get Eltanin and get out of her.”

“Harry?” another voice said, this one Male and muffled. Harry followed the voice, finding an old trunk pushed up against the wall. Gently, Harry opened the top and was surprised to find Ron laying in the bottom. “They aren’t her real parents. Her real parents are here somewhere.”

 





Ah, another Chapter. The story is wrapping up very nicely. I hope you all enjoyed it. I replied to one of my reviews, because they asked the question about Eltanin’s name. I’m sorry I forgot to specify what was so significant about his name. The star Eltanin (Gamma Draconis) is the brightest star in the Constellation Draco.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for all of you who reviewed. You guy are absolutely amazing! Oh, and I was also going to tell you guys that I’m up to almost 5000 reads. I know it’s not much, but it pretty much made me tear up from happiness. Thank you so much for the support!

Oh and I also wanted to apologize for all the short scenes, they were neccesary for you all to understand what is going on. That and the sporatic indention. For some reason every time I try and fix them they just go back to how they were. So I'm just going to post it. Forgiven?

Always Remember to Love,

Until We Meet Again,

Ms. Darcy


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