Chapter 9
It has been several weeks since Voldemort became the ruler of magical Britain. Hogwarts is now under the leadership of Severus Snape, and the Malfoy house is often visited by Lestrange and huntsmen who patrol the forests, houses in the area and look for spies of the Order.
According to information, Harry Potter and the Weasleys are looking for something, and the Dark Lord guesses that these are horcruxes. His soul parts. This is a concern for everyone.
"Draco, Hermione, my children," Narcissa asks. "Please don't interfere where you shouldn't. You're still so young. The war is not good for us."
Recently, Draco and Hermione officially sealed their union. Many, like the young people themselves, know that they are not blood relatives, so there are no questions. Dolokhov at the ministry looked up all the documents to find at least some information about Hermione's parents. However, nothing was found. The girl has strong magic, and the thought that she is a half-breed or a mudblood did not occur to anyone.
Draco often helped Severus at school. He spent the night at home with Hermione. Now they had their own private room. It was made from Hermione's bedroom to make her more comfortable. Draco's bedroom will then be turned into a nursery, because very soon they will have to think about an heir.
Before going to bed, Hermione asked Draco:
"Draco, why are only boys born in your family?"
"It's because of the curse of our kind. Boys are always the first to be born in our family. And it can be different with the second child," said Malfoy with a smile, stroking the girl's stomach.
"Draco, promise me that when this is over, we'll go somewhere far away?"
"I promise," he nodded and kissed her on the forehead, covering her with a warm blanket. The manor became cold because of the dark magic. "We have a house in France, in a small village near Aquitaine. We'll be fine there. And we'll take Mom with us."
"Yes," Hermione smiled and kissed him on the lips. "I'm really looking forward to it."
***
A year has passed. Harry Potter had still not been caught, and no one knew where he was hiding with the other members of the Order. Hermione gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and Draco did everything he could to protect his family. He ordered the elves to prepare a wing for them in the manor so that they could live there with the baby, and added many protective spells.
Except for him, Narcissa and Nora, no one else went there. Hermione was also not recommended to leave, much less go down to the first floor.
After a trusted person from Hogwarts reported that Harry Potter knew how to defeat the Dark Lord, Draco began to leave the estate often. He apparated to France to prepare everything for life there and transfer Hermione there.
"Draco, I'm not leaving you here. You promised that we would all go there together: you and me, Sebastian and Mom."
The baby started crying in his crib at that time, and the girl hurried to him.
"Hermione, I don't even know what's going to happen tomorrow or today," Draco was desperate. Constant anxiety and stress for the mother, wife and son made themselves felt. He already had chronic sleep deprivation and fatigue, he ate little and rested little. Once, after a task, he slept in the room for almost a day.
"Draco…"
"No buts. Everything has to end today. Potter is already at Hogwarts, I should be there. If we don't do something, we will die. This will be the end."
***
When Draco arrived at the school, spells were already flying in full force. He needed to find Potter and help him somehow to get closer to victory.
Together with Goyle and Zabini, he followed Harry through the corridors. He went into the Rescue room.
Don't get caught, Draco told himself. If Zabini does not support the Dark Lord, then Goyle pretends to be an ardent Death Eater. Having entered the room, the guys prepared chopsticks. The main thing is not to kill Potter, otherwise it's all over. It remains only to figure out what benefits can be done.
Gregory discovered himself by his clumsiness, and Potter turned around. Malfoy needed to come up with something urgently.
"Well, well, well, what brings you here, Potter?"
"I can ask you the same thing."
"You have my wand, I want it back," and that was true too. After the incident at Malfoy Manor, when Draco allowed Potter and his friends to leave, he lost his wand. Now he has to walk with Hermione's wand.
"And the one you have?"
"This is my wife's. She's powerful, but... she's not mine yet, you know?"
"Why didn't you tell her? Bellatrix."
Draco was momentarily confused. Does it really matter now?
"You knew it was me. You didn't tell her."
"Come on, Draco, don't be silly," Goyle interjected, and very opportunely. "Kill him."
But Draco wasn't ready for that. In addition, Expelliarmus immediately flew into it, after which he had to flee. Goyle, as the most important fool, got into the fight, throwing unforgivable right and left until he used Hellfire.
***
"Mistress Hermione, Nora made you tea, your favorite," the housekeeper handed the cup to Hermione as she walked back and forth across the room.
"Thank you, Nora, but I don't need this yet," the girl quickly pulled on practical trousers and a sweatshirt, put on some sneakers on her feet so that if anything happened, she could easily escape. "Nora, you need to take Sebastian and go with him to a safe place."
"Ooh!" She screamed. "Mistress Hermione, Mistress Malfoy, Nora can't do this, Nora can't leave you here. Draco's master will kill Nora…"
"It won't kill you, you need to urgently apparate to a village in France, there is an estate there, you should know about it," Hermione gathered her hair into a ponytail and approached the baby, taking him in her arms. "Nora, I have to help Draco."
"But…"
"Don't argue! This is an order!" Hermione shouted and immediately apparated to Hogwarts. There were no defensive spells there anymore, and it was easy to get in that way. That's what Draco told her once.
In order not to expose herself, she got into the Slytherin living room, where her classmates immediately surrounded her.
"Hermione!" Pansy shouted and rushed to hug her friend. "God, how did you end up here? How…"
"And I'm glad to see you, Pance, can you lend me your wand? Draco has mine."
***
He took the wand away, but almost died in the fire. Fortunately, the Boy-who-survived saved him from there. Now Draco will do everything he can.
Not far from the Rescue Room with Zabini, he came across Hermione. Draco felt as if he had been doused with cold water at that moment, and a knot of excitement twisted in his stomach.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He grabbed his wife by the elbow and dragged her somewhere to the wall, there was a door, and behind the door was a small closet. It contained various jars, animal skulls and other tools.
"Let go! I've come to help you!" Hermione abruptly pulled away from his hand, but did not hurry out the door.
"You should be sitting in the manor with your son and mother, how do you think I should act now if you're here?!" Draco was furious. He was infuriated by her stubborn nature. If Hermione were his own sister, the character could be attributed to the legacy of Grandfather Abraxas.
"They're in France, and Nora's with them. I can't leave you here. We need you. For me," tears appeared in my eyes. No, just don't cry. Otherwise, he will really send me back.
Draco was silent for a minute, thinking, coming up with a new plan.
"Okay! Stay close to the walls, away from the crowd. Stay out of the battle, please."
"Yes, I'll be careful."
Taking her by the hand, Draco apparated outside, where the rest of the Death Eaters were already leaving for the Forbidden Forest. The Dark Lord is up to something. In the meantime, we need to wait out somewhere in the shelter.
Only then will it become clear that everyone left intentionally, leaving a message for everyone, including Potter, to come to the Forbidden Forest alone to meet face to face with the lord.
"Draco, what should I do now?" Hermione sobbed. After all, if Harry Potter now goes into the hands of his death himself, they will not be able to do anything. Malfoy won't be able to help.
"I do not know, Herm," the guy was also sitting in despair. They were in Hagrid's cabin now, it was the only safe place of all so far. There was no forester, so most likely he was captured or he was at school.
"Draco, if the Dark Lord wins, won't we be able to leave here?"
"No, we'll have to live at Malfoy Manor and serve for the good of the lord," he sighed and leaned against the wall while Hermione paced back and forth in the tiny house.
They didn't sit for long, but the girl managed to doze off in an armchair.
"Hermione," Malfoy whispered to her and gently shook her shoulder. "You have to see this."
The girl immediately opened her eyes and went to the window, where Draco pointed. It was dawn outside, and a line of Death Eaters was marching towards the school.
"What's Hagrid talking about?" Hermione asked quietly.
"No, it's not… Not happening…"
***
"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort shouted, and his henchmen laughed at it like it was some kind of joke.
Draco and Hermione were right next to them at that time. Draco walked over to Bellatrix, carefully pulling Hermione towards him.
"Don't get lost, stay close," he told her and looked at his aunt. She didn't care about anything around her. She rejoiced at the victory.
"Why is Neville doing this?" the girl whispered to the guy, looking at how Longbottom was signing his death sentence with his speech at this time. She also felt Draco tense up.
"Harry's heart was beating for us!" Gryffindor shouted, taking Godric Gryffindor's sword out of the Sorting Hat.
At this time, Potter's body fell out of Hagrid's hands, as it turned out, alive. Draco immediately jerked towards him, which made Hermione not have time to grab his jacket.
"Draco!"
"Potter!" Malfoy shouted and threw his wand into his hands. Then it's up to the chosen one. After that, he immediately turned to the girl, who was already throwing spells right and left, fortunately many of the Eaters seemed to have evaporated, transgressing who where.
"You're crazy!" The girl shouted at him, grabbing his hand.
"We're leaving! Our battle is over!" Draco shouted at her and immediately apparated.
The manor was empty and quiet. Nora, as promised, went with Narcissa and Sebastian to a house in France. Only a few brownies stayed at the manor to wait for the owners Draco and Hermione.
"You did everything you could. Then Potter himself. The Dark Lord is weak, he must disappear after this!" Hermione was angry. If it wasn't for Draco, she would have fought there at school.
"Yes, but ..." before Draco could finish, there was a clap of transgression in the corridor. Hermione immediately put her wand at the ready, blocking her disarmed husband.
"Hermione!" A woman's voice shouted. Pansy. "Are you here?"
"Pansy, we're here!"
Pansy came into the living room with Blaze. They were both holding hands, but the Malfoys didn't care.
"Buddy, you're a fire," Zabini smiled, shaking Draco's hand.
"Bellatrix is dead," Pansy said. "Many have already been immediately sent to Azkaban. It's all over."
Tears rolled from Hermione's eyes. She clung to her husband, still not believing in all this. It's all over. They are free. In a few moments, the Dark Mark should also come off. Voldemort was still alive, but if Potter was there, then it was over.