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Lexy. You better worship the ground I walk on, dearie. It is now two in the morning. I stayed up this earlier so I could finish your fic. It's forever long and I hope you like it. Please say you like it. I'm exhausted.
Title: Red Sky
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Summary: [Harry/Draco/Hermione] Harry and Hermione are captured during the war by none other than Draco Malfoy.
Warnings: Scenes of a sexual nature, violence/abuse, blood, character death.
Notes: Written for lexy_malfoy. She wanted a darkfic where the dark side won. So, this pairing is going to go all ways. Meaning Draco/Harry, Hermione/Draco, and Harry/Hermione will be paired. And at some point, we fast foward to Hermione's pregnancy, so don't be shocked.
"Potter." A voice drawled as Harry squinted into the darkness. He felt his face and could feel blood trickling down it and noticed that he was missing his glasses. He felt odd, before someone approached him. With a shock, he felt someone's leaking penis against his leg--realising that he had been stripped of all of his clothes and could not see a thing. Roughly, he felt his hands and legs be grabbed and bound before he could realise what was happening.
He screamed loudly, pushing himself away as much as he could as he felt himself being penetrated by the person. He felt the throbbing cock inside of his puckered hole, rubbing against his own. The person pushed into him deeply and Harry screamed again, before he heard a crack and felt the air rush out of him as something heavy and metal collided with his chest. As Harry felt himself cum, the person finally pulled his cock out of him and he could feel the bedsprings shifted as the person got up. A light was switched on and Harry briefly noticing a robed figure--with a head of blonde hair--exiting the room.
"Malfoy." He spat quietly, before falling unconscious.
I know what lies beneath, I've seen the flash of teeth.
Conspiring with the reef to sink our ship.
The wind's a cheating wife, her tongue a thirsty knife.
And she could take your life with one good kiss.
A loud creak was heard and hands reached out blindly, stumbling into the darkness. "Harry!" A voice shrieked, catching the fallen person. Harry Potter had just stumbled into the cell of one Hermione Granger, and looked the same extent of horrid that she did. His normal bright green eyes were red and bloodshot, one of them sporting a gash right around the socket. His face was caked with dirt and dried up blood, a long gash from his forward that ripped into his scar caking it up near his roots. His shirt had various whip tears and stab marks in hopefully regions that wouldn't affect his health. One of his legs was bleeding profusely and he fell onto Hermione.
Her once long brown curls were cut, obviously--noted by the uneven texture--with a knife, to brush her shoulders just barely. Her eyes were tired and unfocused, not to mention the impending tears at the sight of her friend. Her face was also caked with dry blood, enormous splotches with tear lines running through them from blood that had ceased to drip from a slice in her hairline. She had completely no shirt, for it was torn in two and various strips were seared to use as bandage, so she was just in her bra, making the purple bruises and the red welts visible, but having a skirt on. One of her legs had a deep cut in it, searing the edge of a vein and she had used the end of her shirt to stem the flow of blood. She clutched Harry like a lifeline, feeling his breaths against her, and noticing a cracked rib prodding her every now and then.
"Hermione." He croaked, sitting up. He took her head between his hands, stroking her bruised and bloody cheek. He kissed her forehead. "How long have you been here?" His voice cracked and sounded unsteady, she noticed.
"I don't know. The last time I got out of the cell, it had been a month since I was captured. Did you just get here?" Harry looked unsure, before shrugging and kneeling in front of her, taking her hands idly.
"I've been here since yesterday, but Malfoy kept me in his chambers and--" Harry shuddered. Hermione squeezed his hand softly. "But--I took his wand and killed his mother. So, he beat me and took advantage of me again--before throwing me down here." Hermione grimaced.
"Well, he caught me dueling his Aunt Bellatrix and was angry--and then killed Bellatrix during that duel. So, he stunned me and brought me here. After that, he raped me and beat me and left me here to die. I've only eaten once out of this whole month." Hermione felt tears prick her eyes and she wanted to yank them out, for the pain of dry eyes being overcome with tears was horrendously high. "And that's not it, Harry--I've been getting sick. I think he got me pregnant, but I'm not sure."
Harry's hands found their way to her face to brush the painful tears away, mixing them with the caked blood on his palms in the process. She sniffled, before her eyes met his own. Harry leaned forward and tentatively pressed his lips against her own. Hermione responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, hearing him hiss in pain at the contact between her knee and his cracked rib.
Can you see the sky turn red?
As morning's light breaks over me,
Know tonight we'll make our bed--
At the bottom of the sea.
"Sorry." She whispered, but he didn't pay any mind. His hands rubbed the sides of her arms, and Hermione let Harry know how far she was going by gently pulling off the remains of his shirt and tossing them beside her. She ran her hands across his chest softly, careful not to hit his pained ribs. She traced her fingers lovingly around a bruise and leaned over to kiss it, before pressing her lips to his again.
His hands pushed her skirt back and slide her knickers down as her deft fingers tugged at his pants and finally freed him from them. He slid his boxers down and Hermione also jumped when his cock sprung up from his boxers, brushing her leg. It tingled for a few seconds, before Harry eased himself into her, watching her bite her lip nervously. She whimpered, but sent Harry a look letting him know that she was all right. He slid into her, feeling her walls constrict around him, before manuevering in and out of her slowly.
The quicker he built up speed, the more their hips grated together, and blood gushed slightly from Hermione's entrance. Hermione's hands were clenched in Harry's hair to relieve the pain and pleasure he was giving her--before she had reached her peak and her fluids were released the same time as Harry's--creating a tornado inside of her, before Harry slid out of her and fell back onto his elbows.
They took their time pulling their clothes back on and when they did, Hermione leaned against Harry and closed her eyes peacefully. Harry wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead, leaning back and closing his eyes as well. It wasn't that peaceful anymore. The cell door was thrown open, recoiling and hitting the wall with a metal resonation.
Blazing grey eyes looked down at the pair, who cowered in slight terror. Draco growled, before pulling Hermione up roughly. Harry growled protectively, yanking Hermione backwards, but Draco kicked Harry in the head, watching in satisfaction as his head flew back and crashed against the stone wall. "Stop it!" Hermione shrieked, kicking and flailing in his grip. The blonde smirked, before shoving Hermione hard.
She fell into the cell door, the imprint of a bar pressing against her cheek, which was already starting to form into a bruise. Hermione spit blood out onto the floor as Draco grasped her short curls and tugged her head backward painfully.
"I didn't put you and Potter here to fuck each other, Granger. So you could die together, yes." Draco hissed in her ear. Harry glared and tried to focus his altered vision and stop the blood from the back of his head from seeping down his neck and into his shirt. In a flash, Draco had flipped Hermione onto her back and taken off her knickers. Taking three of his fingers, he thrust them painfully inside of her. She screamed loudly, tears gathering in her eyes, as Draco's fingers pushed into her. Draco felt his nails scrape her walls, and with an eccentric grin, realised that he was drawing blood.
I know the ocean speaks, I've heard her call to me.
And smiling in my dreams she whispers this--
"The stars retreat behind their veil.
The clouds are clinging to your sail.
The storm is coming; can you see?"
He thrust his fingers inside of her so hard that they were starting to ache and become numb. Hermione couldn't help but scream at the immense pain he was causing her, before Draco pulled his fingers out of her and wiped them on her skirt. He smirked, taking his face in her hands. Hermione wrinkled her nose choicely at the smell of her juices--whether his fingers were wet or dry. She tried to stop the flow of tears from her face, but she couldn't and just let them fall. "You won't be doing that again, do you hear me?" She felt stiff and aching, but nodded her head in agreement.
"You bastard!" Harry exclaimed, pushing the cell door open while leaning all of the strength he had onto it. Draco looked up and the door hit him in the face--hard. He fell backwards, blood leaking from his nose. Harry reached over and picked up his wand, pulling Hermione to her feet. She was shaking and giving Harry a confused look, but she followed him as he walked past Draco and up the stairs. Reaching the top, he found the Manor near empty. He approached the door carefully, before it was flung open on the other side. Lucius Malfoy grinned imperiously at the pair, his wand drawn.
"Draco will have a fit if he finds his mudblood out of the cell." Hermione stood behind Harry, shielding herself from Lucius' gaze as it wandered across the white smear on her skirt and her lack of shirt as well. Harry growled protectively, pointing Draco's wand back at the man.
"He won't find out. We're leaving." Lucius laughed loudly. "Hardly think so. Crucio!" The spell rocketed off of the mirror behind them and hit Hermione in the back. Lucius watched in satisfaction as the girl crumbled, screaming loudly and twisting in pain. Lucius turned to Harry.
"Agree, boy. Go back down to the dungeon and I won't hurt you." Harry stood his ground, so Lucius whipped his wand. "Sectumsempra!" Falling back, the spell slashed at Harry's neck. Blood poured out of his neck, seeping across the front of his shirt. The Cruciatus Curse had fallen from Hermione and she was now screaming at Harry's current state.
Quickly lunging for Draco's wand, Hermione grasped it and fumbled, before pointing it up and screaming, "Avada Kedavra!" Lucius dropped to the floor, his blonde hair scattering across the expensive wood, dead. Hermione turned to Harry, sobbing out spells to stop the blood and heal his neck. She fixed his shirt and pants and transfigured herself a new shirt and skirt, before sliding Draco's wand into the waistband of her skirt.
Harry sat up, breathlessly, and pulled her into a comforting hug. She sobbed softly into his shoulder, before a sickened voice interrupted. "Kill my father why don't you, Granger?" The drawl came from the doorway. Harry and Hermione turned to face the door, spotting a bloody Draco Malfoy, glaring angrily.
He grabbed her roughly. "Where is my wand?" He asked. She whimpered as he slammed her back against the wall, the mirror shattering over her head and into her back. She drew the wand, ignoring the blood seeping into her eyes and handed it to him. That was all she remembered as Draco let go of her and she slid to the floor.
Can you see the sky turn red?
As morning's light breaks over me,
Know tonight we'll make our bed--
At the bottom of the sea.
The cell was dark--but Hermione was used to it. She couldn't sleep, pains occasionally running through her stomach and she rubbed it appeasingly, hoping it would stop. Harry was curled in the corner, eyes closed in sleep. It was then, Hermione felt a splash of water and groaned, reaching out for Harry. The dark haired man roused and looked at her with a questioning look. "It's coming, Harry..." She said softly, tears in her eyes. The pain was unbearable. He looked at her. "Hermione, the last time I was out of here, it had only been seven months. I doubt it's been long after."
Hermione shook her head. "Well, it's coming whether it's time or not; I feel it!" She ground out, clenching Harry's hand. He nodded, pulled her knickers off and stationing her feet away from each other. He pulled his shirt off and lay it in the corner as Hermione contracted. "This doesn't feel like---it's going to take too long---ah!" She felt a hard one his and she squeezed her eyes shut. Harry's hand rubbed circles in her palm and she felt tears prick her eyes, but when Harry moved to her feet, he announced, "It's crowning, Hermione."
At that moment, she felt an appeasement of joy crash through her body and suddenly, it didn't hurt anymore. She was bringing a child into the world--a screwed up world where he or she would be considered a bastard child--but nonetheless, she was. Hermione lay her head back against the wall, ignoring the pains in her stomach, until Harry tapped her. She looked over. "Your child is a miracle, Hermione." The dark haired man said. Staring--for it was very rare for a baby to be born with open eyes--with dark grey eyes was her little girl.
Quietly--another rare occurrence--she waved her little fists in the air at Harry as the man sucked the blood and fluid from the girl's lungs. Using the rags of Hermione's shirt, he wiped the baby near clean and wrapped him in his own shirt, handing her to Hermione. "Any name ideas?" Hermione sat up, feeling a bit tired. She held the small girl, noticing wisps of blonde hair adorning her head. Just like Malfoy. "Aeladora." She said simply. Harry cast her a look. "Aeladora." He tried it on his tongue. "That's a beautiful name for her." Hermione smiled.
She had become quite attached to Aela, so Harry nicknamed her. The small girl constantly wore the t-shirt that Harry had wrapped her in and was but two months and a sweetheart. She had nothing to eat since her birth, but Harry and Hermione took care of her as much as they could. It was one day, while Aeladora was sleeping, that the cell door opened again. Draco looked in, spotting the small child. His face was still slightly scarred from Harry's stunt almost lat year, but it didn't matter. He reached over and picked her up. Hermione tensed and Harry rubbed her shoulders. "What did you name her, Granger?" He asked quietly.
Look and see the sky turn red.
Like blood it covers over me.
And soon the sea shall give up her dead.
We'll raise an empire from the bottom of the sea
She sighed, trying to control her temper. "Aeladora." Draco grinned. "That's adorable. I'm going to take Aeladora with me. And before you scream and shout, I'll have you know that I would take good care of her." Hermione felt tears prick her eyes and before she realised, she had lunged at him. He dropped Aeladora, whom immediately woke up and began to cry, as Hermione wrapped her hands around his throat. "You can't have her!" Furiously, he pulled out his wand, but before Hermione could stop her, he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
Hermione leapt off of the blonde with quick speed, and the curse hit Harry, who fell over. Dead. Hermione gasped, before pulling Draco back by his hair in a sudden movement. His head hit the floor of the dungeon with a loud, sickening thud. Blood lathered the blood locks, dripping across the floor in rapid amounts as his grey eyes rolled around in his head. Hermione was scared, but took Draco's wand and walked over to Harry, sobbing.
She knelt down, ignoring Aeladora's cries and cradled Harry's lifeless head in her hands. Stiffly, she pressed a kiss to his cold lips, before lying him down. Sniffling, she reached over and picked up Aeladora, who sucked in a breath and tried not to cry. Walking away from the dungeons and the two dead bodies there, she ran to the kitchens and feed Aeladora and herself. Then, without a second thought, she exited the Malfoy Manor. Finally sucking in a breath of air, she flopped down on the stairs, Aeladora properly dressed and fast asleep. She looked up at the sky, stifling a sob at the events running through her head. She just hoped that she had the strength to move on.
Title: Red Sky
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Summary: [Harry/Draco/Hermione] Harry and Hermione are captured during the war by none other than Draco Malfoy.
Warnings: Scenes of a sexual nature, violence/abuse, blood, character death.
Notes: Written for lexy_malfoy. She wanted a darkfic where the dark side won. So, this pairing is going to go all ways. Meaning Draco/Harry, Hermione/Draco, and Harry/Hermione will be paired. And at some point, we fast foward to Hermione's pregnancy, so don't be shocked.
"Potter." A voice drawled as Harry squinted into the darkness. He felt his face and could feel blood trickling down it and noticed that he was missing his glasses. He felt odd, before someone approached him. With a shock, he felt someone's leaking penis against his leg--realising that he had been stripped of all of his clothes and could not see a thing. Roughly, he felt his hands and legs be grabbed and bound before he could realise what was happening.
He screamed loudly, pushing himself away as much as he could as he felt himself being penetrated by the person. He felt the throbbing cock inside of his puckered hole, rubbing against his own. The person pushed into him deeply and Harry screamed again, before he heard a crack and felt the air rush out of him as something heavy and metal collided with his chest. As Harry felt himself cum, the person finally pulled his cock out of him and he could feel the bedsprings shifted as the person got up. A light was switched on and Harry briefly noticing a robed figure--with a head of blonde hair--exiting the room.
"Malfoy." He spat quietly, before falling unconscious.
I know what lies beneath, I've seen the flash of teeth.
Conspiring with the reef to sink our ship.
The wind's a cheating wife, her tongue a thirsty knife.
And she could take your life with one good kiss.
A loud creak was heard and hands reached out blindly, stumbling into the darkness. "Harry!" A voice shrieked, catching the fallen person. Harry Potter had just stumbled into the cell of one Hermione Granger, and looked the same extent of horrid that she did. His normal bright green eyes were red and bloodshot, one of them sporting a gash right around the socket. His face was caked with dirt and dried up blood, a long gash from his forward that ripped into his scar caking it up near his roots. His shirt had various whip tears and stab marks in hopefully regions that wouldn't affect his health. One of his legs was bleeding profusely and he fell onto Hermione.
Her once long brown curls were cut, obviously--noted by the uneven texture--with a knife, to brush her shoulders just barely. Her eyes were tired and unfocused, not to mention the impending tears at the sight of her friend. Her face was also caked with dry blood, enormous splotches with tear lines running through them from blood that had ceased to drip from a slice in her hairline. She had completely no shirt, for it was torn in two and various strips were seared to use as bandage, so she was just in her bra, making the purple bruises and the red welts visible, but having a skirt on. One of her legs had a deep cut in it, searing the edge of a vein and she had used the end of her shirt to stem the flow of blood. She clutched Harry like a lifeline, feeling his breaths against her, and noticing a cracked rib prodding her every now and then.
"Hermione." He croaked, sitting up. He took her head between his hands, stroking her bruised and bloody cheek. He kissed her forehead. "How long have you been here?" His voice cracked and sounded unsteady, she noticed.
"I don't know. The last time I got out of the cell, it had been a month since I was captured. Did you just get here?" Harry looked unsure, before shrugging and kneeling in front of her, taking her hands idly.
"I've been here since yesterday, but Malfoy kept me in his chambers and--" Harry shuddered. Hermione squeezed his hand softly. "But--I took his wand and killed his mother. So, he beat me and took advantage of me again--before throwing me down here." Hermione grimaced.
"Well, he caught me dueling his Aunt Bellatrix and was angry--and then killed Bellatrix during that duel. So, he stunned me and brought me here. After that, he raped me and beat me and left me here to die. I've only eaten once out of this whole month." Hermione felt tears prick her eyes and she wanted to yank them out, for the pain of dry eyes being overcome with tears was horrendously high. "And that's not it, Harry--I've been getting sick. I think he got me pregnant, but I'm not sure."
Harry's hands found their way to her face to brush the painful tears away, mixing them with the caked blood on his palms in the process. She sniffled, before her eyes met his own. Harry leaned forward and tentatively pressed his lips against her own. Hermione responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, hearing him hiss in pain at the contact between her knee and his cracked rib.
Can you see the sky turn red?
As morning's light breaks over me,
Know tonight we'll make our bed--
At the bottom of the sea.
"Sorry." She whispered, but he didn't pay any mind. His hands rubbed the sides of her arms, and Hermione let Harry know how far she was going by gently pulling off the remains of his shirt and tossing them beside her. She ran her hands across his chest softly, careful not to hit his pained ribs. She traced her fingers lovingly around a bruise and leaned over to kiss it, before pressing her lips to his again.
His hands pushed her skirt back and slide her knickers down as her deft fingers tugged at his pants and finally freed him from them. He slid his boxers down and Hermione also jumped when his cock sprung up from his boxers, brushing her leg. It tingled for a few seconds, before Harry eased himself into her, watching her bite her lip nervously. She whimpered, but sent Harry a look letting him know that she was all right. He slid into her, feeling her walls constrict around him, before manuevering in and out of her slowly.
The quicker he built up speed, the more their hips grated together, and blood gushed slightly from Hermione's entrance. Hermione's hands were clenched in Harry's hair to relieve the pain and pleasure he was giving her--before she had reached her peak and her fluids were released the same time as Harry's--creating a tornado inside of her, before Harry slid out of her and fell back onto his elbows.
They took their time pulling their clothes back on and when they did, Hermione leaned against Harry and closed her eyes peacefully. Harry wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead, leaning back and closing his eyes as well. It wasn't that peaceful anymore. The cell door was thrown open, recoiling and hitting the wall with a metal resonation.
Blazing grey eyes looked down at the pair, who cowered in slight terror. Draco growled, before pulling Hermione up roughly. Harry growled protectively, yanking Hermione backwards, but Draco kicked Harry in the head, watching in satisfaction as his head flew back and crashed against the stone wall. "Stop it!" Hermione shrieked, kicking and flailing in his grip. The blonde smirked, before shoving Hermione hard.
She fell into the cell door, the imprint of a bar pressing against her cheek, which was already starting to form into a bruise. Hermione spit blood out onto the floor as Draco grasped her short curls and tugged her head backward painfully.
"I didn't put you and Potter here to fuck each other, Granger. So you could die together, yes." Draco hissed in her ear. Harry glared and tried to focus his altered vision and stop the blood from the back of his head from seeping down his neck and into his shirt. In a flash, Draco had flipped Hermione onto her back and taken off her knickers. Taking three of his fingers, he thrust them painfully inside of her. She screamed loudly, tears gathering in her eyes, as Draco's fingers pushed into her. Draco felt his nails scrape her walls, and with an eccentric grin, realised that he was drawing blood.
I know the ocean speaks, I've heard her call to me.
And smiling in my dreams she whispers this--
"The stars retreat behind their veil.
The clouds are clinging to your sail.
The storm is coming; can you see?"
He thrust his fingers inside of her so hard that they were starting to ache and become numb. Hermione couldn't help but scream at the immense pain he was causing her, before Draco pulled his fingers out of her and wiped them on her skirt. He smirked, taking his face in her hands. Hermione wrinkled her nose choicely at the smell of her juices--whether his fingers were wet or dry. She tried to stop the flow of tears from her face, but she couldn't and just let them fall. "You won't be doing that again, do you hear me?" She felt stiff and aching, but nodded her head in agreement.
"You bastard!" Harry exclaimed, pushing the cell door open while leaning all of the strength he had onto it. Draco looked up and the door hit him in the face--hard. He fell backwards, blood leaking from his nose. Harry reached over and picked up his wand, pulling Hermione to her feet. She was shaking and giving Harry a confused look, but she followed him as he walked past Draco and up the stairs. Reaching the top, he found the Manor near empty. He approached the door carefully, before it was flung open on the other side. Lucius Malfoy grinned imperiously at the pair, his wand drawn.
"Draco will have a fit if he finds his mudblood out of the cell." Hermione stood behind Harry, shielding herself from Lucius' gaze as it wandered across the white smear on her skirt and her lack of shirt as well. Harry growled protectively, pointing Draco's wand back at the man.
"He won't find out. We're leaving." Lucius laughed loudly. "Hardly think so. Crucio!" The spell rocketed off of the mirror behind them and hit Hermione in the back. Lucius watched in satisfaction as the girl crumbled, screaming loudly and twisting in pain. Lucius turned to Harry.
"Agree, boy. Go back down to the dungeon and I won't hurt you." Harry stood his ground, so Lucius whipped his wand. "Sectumsempra!" Falling back, the spell slashed at Harry's neck. Blood poured out of his neck, seeping across the front of his shirt. The Cruciatus Curse had fallen from Hermione and she was now screaming at Harry's current state.
Quickly lunging for Draco's wand, Hermione grasped it and fumbled, before pointing it up and screaming, "Avada Kedavra!" Lucius dropped to the floor, his blonde hair scattering across the expensive wood, dead. Hermione turned to Harry, sobbing out spells to stop the blood and heal his neck. She fixed his shirt and pants and transfigured herself a new shirt and skirt, before sliding Draco's wand into the waistband of her skirt.
Harry sat up, breathlessly, and pulled her into a comforting hug. She sobbed softly into his shoulder, before a sickened voice interrupted. "Kill my father why don't you, Granger?" The drawl came from the doorway. Harry and Hermione turned to face the door, spotting a bloody Draco Malfoy, glaring angrily.
He grabbed her roughly. "Where is my wand?" He asked. She whimpered as he slammed her back against the wall, the mirror shattering over her head and into her back. She drew the wand, ignoring the blood seeping into her eyes and handed it to him. That was all she remembered as Draco let go of her and she slid to the floor.
Can you see the sky turn red?
As morning's light breaks over me,
Know tonight we'll make our bed--
At the bottom of the sea.
The cell was dark--but Hermione was used to it. She couldn't sleep, pains occasionally running through her stomach and she rubbed it appeasingly, hoping it would stop. Harry was curled in the corner, eyes closed in sleep. It was then, Hermione felt a splash of water and groaned, reaching out for Harry. The dark haired man roused and looked at her with a questioning look. "It's coming, Harry..." She said softly, tears in her eyes. The pain was unbearable. He looked at her. "Hermione, the last time I was out of here, it had only been seven months. I doubt it's been long after."
Hermione shook her head. "Well, it's coming whether it's time or not; I feel it!" She ground out, clenching Harry's hand. He nodded, pulled her knickers off and stationing her feet away from each other. He pulled his shirt off and lay it in the corner as Hermione contracted. "This doesn't feel like---it's going to take too long---ah!" She felt a hard one his and she squeezed her eyes shut. Harry's hand rubbed circles in her palm and she felt tears prick her eyes, but when Harry moved to her feet, he announced, "It's crowning, Hermione."
At that moment, she felt an appeasement of joy crash through her body and suddenly, it didn't hurt anymore. She was bringing a child into the world--a screwed up world where he or she would be considered a bastard child--but nonetheless, she was. Hermione lay her head back against the wall, ignoring the pains in her stomach, until Harry tapped her. She looked over. "Your child is a miracle, Hermione." The dark haired man said. Staring--for it was very rare for a baby to be born with open eyes--with dark grey eyes was her little girl.
Quietly--another rare occurrence--she waved her little fists in the air at Harry as the man sucked the blood and fluid from the girl's lungs. Using the rags of Hermione's shirt, he wiped the baby near clean and wrapped him in his own shirt, handing her to Hermione. "Any name ideas?" Hermione sat up, feeling a bit tired. She held the small girl, noticing wisps of blonde hair adorning her head. Just like Malfoy. "Aeladora." She said simply. Harry cast her a look. "Aeladora." He tried it on his tongue. "That's a beautiful name for her." Hermione smiled.
She had become quite attached to Aela, so Harry nicknamed her. The small girl constantly wore the t-shirt that Harry had wrapped her in and was but two months and a sweetheart. She had nothing to eat since her birth, but Harry and Hermione took care of her as much as they could. It was one day, while Aeladora was sleeping, that the cell door opened again. Draco looked in, spotting the small child. His face was still slightly scarred from Harry's stunt almost lat year, but it didn't matter. He reached over and picked her up. Hermione tensed and Harry rubbed her shoulders. "What did you name her, Granger?" He asked quietly.
Look and see the sky turn red.
Like blood it covers over me.
And soon the sea shall give up her dead.
We'll raise an empire from the bottom of the sea
She sighed, trying to control her temper. "Aeladora." Draco grinned. "That's adorable. I'm going to take Aeladora with me. And before you scream and shout, I'll have you know that I would take good care of her." Hermione felt tears prick her eyes and before she realised, she had lunged at him. He dropped Aeladora, whom immediately woke up and began to cry, as Hermione wrapped her hands around his throat. "You can't have her!" Furiously, he pulled out his wand, but before Hermione could stop her, he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
Hermione leapt off of the blonde with quick speed, and the curse hit Harry, who fell over. Dead. Hermione gasped, before pulling Draco back by his hair in a sudden movement. His head hit the floor of the dungeon with a loud, sickening thud. Blood lathered the blood locks, dripping across the floor in rapid amounts as his grey eyes rolled around in his head. Hermione was scared, but took Draco's wand and walked over to Harry, sobbing.
She knelt down, ignoring Aeladora's cries and cradled Harry's lifeless head in her hands. Stiffly, she pressed a kiss to his cold lips, before lying him down. Sniffling, she reached over and picked up Aeladora, who sucked in a breath and tried not to cry. Walking away from the dungeons and the two dead bodies there, she ran to the kitchens and feed Aeladora and herself. Then, without a second thought, she exited the Malfoy Manor. Finally sucking in a breath of air, she flopped down on the stairs, Aeladora properly dressed and fast asleep. She looked up at the sky, stifling a sob at the events running through her head. She just hoped that she had the strength to move on.