Destiny of Morgan

Chapter 6

Hermione felt as though the flashbacks she'd had before these ones were like a walk in the park compared to them. They were the same ones she'd had before only ten times worse.

Draco couldn't tell what had hit him as he watched the flashbacks of Hermione's. The flashbacks felt as though they had come from some X-rated horror movie viewed from several different perspectives at once. In these dreams he could hear everything Hermione was thinking, and any screams she held back were amplified like a thousand freight trains getting into a wreck. He also heard Mr. Granger's thoughts . . . even though his mind was mostly empty, the perverted thoughts he had trickling through made the man seem like Satan himself. This man truly was sick and was the kind of guy that gave men such a terrible name, especially to kind and innocent girls like Hermione. Draco was also viewing these flashbacks from a third perspective . . . his father's. In every flashback, Lucius would be using the Imperious Curse to take control of the body of Mr. Granger. Then he saw the flashback where his own father killed Hermione's adoptive mother. The Killing Curse had never seemed as bad as this . . . he looked on in dread as Mr. Granger beat Hermione to a bloody pulp saying that all of it was her fault, and that he never loved her . . . the only area he didn't touch were the areas of visible skin, like her face and arms up to her elbow.

Draco woke up in a cold sweat and instinctively pulled Hermione closer to him. She too was having these flashbacks causing her horrors in her slumber. She was sweating more than even he was from those flashbacks and he just had to wonder how much of a difference he was making in the intensity and frequency of those hellish nightmares.

Hermione could feel Draco pulling Hermione closer and this brought her back into reality slowly. Her eyelids fluttered open and she was greeted with those mesmerizing silver eyes of his looking right back into her troubled chocolate colored ones.

"Morning," he said barely above a whisper.

"Thank you," she said with a shy smile.

"For what?" he asked curiously.

"For staying with me."

"You're welcome," he said smiling back at her.

" . . . You should do that more often."

"Do what?"

"Smile . . . I've never seen you smile . . . it's comforting . . ." she said quietly.

"I can try," he said with a slight crimson flush just barely gracing his cheeks. "Hermione . . . did . . . all that stuff really happen?" he asked seriously.

"Are you asking about the flashbacks?" he nodded. "Yes . . . all of it happened," she said sadly and a single tear glided down her cheek.

Draco gently cupped her face with his hand and gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, "I'm sorry Hermione."

"It's not your fault," she said putting her hand over his, which was still resting on her cheek.

Draco deliberated on telling her about his father . . . he decided that he would, "I'm not sure about that Hermione . . ."

"What do you mean?"

"My father was using the Imperious Curse on yours and I didn't try to stop it, and. he's the one that . . . killed your mother and I didn't stop him then either," he said shakily.

Hermione didn't look like any of this fazed her whatsoever, "Draco, that wasn't your fault. No matter how much you try to convince me otherwise. Just because you couldn't stop what happened doesn't mean that you were somehow involved in my father basically raping me, or your father for killing my mum."

"Thanks for that Hermione . . . uh oh -"

"What is it?"

"Is your clock accurate?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well . . . we have ten minutes to get to class then," he replied getting up and pulling her up with him.

"We'd better hurry up then."

Both of them grabbed their wands and used them to get ready since neither had time to waste on morning routines and they wanted to keep channeling until the last possible second. Both of them grabbed their books and hurried out of Hermione's room to their first classes. Draco to Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hermione to Charms.

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Hermione found Harry near the back of the classroom, so she hurried and took a seat next to him.

"Hey Mione . . . are you okay?" Harry asked looking concerned.

" . . . No," said Hermione lowering her head to rest on her arms.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Make it stop . . ." she said weakly.

"Make what stop?"

"Please . . . go away . . . Harry, please make it stop . . ." she said on the brink of tears.

"Hermione . . . what's going on?" asked Harry putting a hand on top of hers.

"They won't go away Harry, they're worse because of the pensive . . . they never stop. Harry . . . please make them stop."

"How can I make it stop Mione, tell me . . ."

"May I use you to channel? That's the only way they aren't as bad."

"Sure Mione . . . do whatever you need to . . ." at that moment images came crashing into his mind as though they were a flash flood. He recalled seeing every one of them, but not this bad. "Mione, what happened?"

"Because of the pensive . . . it caused a shock to my mind, which caused the memories to come back even worse the moment I fell asleep last night. They won't stop."

"My God Mione, you mean you've been had to deal with this all night?"

"No. I've been channeling through Draco until 4 minutes ago . . . then they came back in full force . . . its still so bad . . . even when I'm channeling."

"I think you, me, and Malfoy should all go to Dumbledore during our Care of Magical Creatures class because it's right after Potions, and Hagrid'll let us go I'm sure."

"Thanks Harry."

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Draco knew that the best time to ask Professor Black about Hermione would be at the end of class, so he made sure not to pester him during class, which was easy since this class was always busy. He had to admit that other than Lupin, Sirius was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher he'd ever had.

The class finally ended and Sirius said, "Mr. Malfoy, could I have a moment please?"

"Yeah . . . I also need to talk to you about something," said Draco.

"I figured as much, but let me go first because it may answer any questions you have."

"All right."

"Thank you. First, I want to ask you a question. Do you know the importance of that key that you carry with you?"

Draco fingered the key under his shirt. "I think so, but how about you explain it since I want to make sure that we're on the same page," said Draco, pretty sure he knew where this would be going.

"I'm sure your mother told you that that key opens memories of the person who it belongs to and that you wouldn't know who it was until they found what the key opens. I'm also guessing she also told you that the name of that person could only be found on the item that contained the memories for them so that there wouldn't be any doubt as to whom it is."

"Yes she did."

"But I'm guessing that she did not tell you that the fact that the key was given to you had an extremely valuable significance. It means that you are destined to not only stand against Voldemort when the time came, but that you would be party to one of his most valuable followers."

"No she didn't tell me that . . ."

"Do you know why?"

"No. . . why?"

"Because I never told your mother that when I gave the key to her because your father would have killed you knowing that bit of information. You and Harry were destined to destroy the two most evil people in the history of magic . . . Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy."

"How do you know all of this?" asked Draco though he was already sure of the answer because Sirius was saying 'I'.

"I knew that was coming. Do you promise that you'll never say any of what I've said or am about to tell you to anyone except Harry and Hermione?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Good . . . well the truth is . . . I know all of this because . . . I'm Hermione's real father . . ."