Chapter 91
Hermione pov
Seeing Tom come back I jog up linking our arms "the boy survived, Sprout saved him" he says sneering.
"Since it seems so hard to kill him what if we did something else?" I offer.
"Like what?" He asks.
"The ministry still has the Death cell here, it was only used once but I have an idea that would make this much easier to deal with"
He nods smirking "tell me dear cousin" he says proudly.
"Drain the death potion that's still in it, replace it with Lily's vision of Mom's sleeping curse" I offer.
"The sleeping potion has to many blocks for using and to great a risk to undo it" he says sighing.
"It use to till Lily played with it, now you're greatest enemy has to kiss you to wake up and you do not have to let him prick himself, it could be forcefully given or slipped into his drink" I say smirking.
Tom looks me smirking "clever girl, the greatest weakness for curses and she personally removed its treat to us" he mutters.
"Draco helped her under Sev's watch to make sure they didn't blow themselves up, as a bonus anyone who's been under the original if given it again it will drag them under, if their true love kisses them it will drag them under without the other knowing, they will both need their enemies to kiss them"
"Fascinating" he mummers.
"I made sure they placed protection for us on it so it can never be used on us" I add.
Seeing him smirk I smile feeling him tussle my hair "very well planned" he says proudly.
Maleficent pov
Taking my niece inside my home with Regina following I ease her on the couch "Merope" I whisper getting her to look at me "you have my mother's name".
Seeing her sigh tilting her head away I gently grab her face easing her mouth open "try to relax" I whisper before blowing small amounts of fire into her mouth before sucking it back to me.
Feeling her thrash around I keep her pinned for a moment then stop once her fire comes out "I'm sorry, it's painful but you're fire is far too weak you barely have a flame, I need to feed it" I whisper pushing her hair from her face.
"How is her fire so weak?" Regina asked looking at the fire I place in a proper feeding bowl.
Turning I look at it frowning "why would they do this?" I mutter frowning.
"Mal, what's going on?" Regina huffs.
"Remember my fire?" I ask instead.
"Of course" she says rolling her eyes.
"Look at hers, tell me what you see" I order yanking her closer.
"Mal, do not yank me around like he did" she snarls slapping my hand before looking at the flame "it's weak" she says.
"Use your magic to feel it" I order.
She sighs before doing as I say then frowns "it feels like it's wrong almost like something is causing a corruption to it".
"I've only seen this once Regina, in a clan that died out in Camelot it's caused by inbreeding, generations of this clan did this till it completely destroyed their fires, they became humans with longer life spans but eventually it died out because they where no longer immortal dragons"
"Purity, to keep our line strong and pure" Merope mutters frowning "I was expected to be with my brother since we were the last three alive, mother died giving birth to me I was weaker then my brother".
"They condemned themselves to death each parent gives pieces of their power to their children, after so long your family corrupted the fire weakening it to the point you had less to give to strengthen the children, your mother probably died because the last of her fire went to you, it gave you just enough to survive after giving Tom a piece" I say shaking my head "had you had a second child it would have killed you because of so many defects being apart of you" I add.
"So he was right? I'm weak like my mother?" She asks softly.
"No, you are far stronger same as she was, you're mother died to save you giving you her last bit to ensure you survived, with proper training and treatment to your fire I can make it so you are what you should be if only slightly weaker"
"How?" She ask softly.
"Simple, while you're physically healing I'll work on this but you have to fight to survive and come back stronger, you can come back as long as you have the fight in you, what in your life is worth fighting to survive for I can think of a few but tell me what you think of" I say turning to face her.
"Tom" she mutters glancing at me nervously.
"Yes, but what about the chance to know your cousins or your aunts, maybe even to prove your father wrong and come back stronger then he ever was" I say making her look at me.
"So tell me now, is that worth fighting for or are you going to continue to sit in this depression and let your father and Dumbledore win because if you do not fight then you have let them win"
Merope frowns thinking over what I said "I've been where you are, a dear friend helped pull me out of it and while I'm still upset with her over another issue, I know she's thinking clearly again and can be trusted again, so I know how hard this will be the question you need to answer is do you want to fight for what you could have or continue to be weak".
Seeing the fire of determination in her eyes while it's still weak I nod knowing she's made her choice already.
Hermione pov
Walking into the kitchen I frown seeing Ingrid roughly baking cookies "Aunt Ingrid?"
"Yes" she grunts slamming another cookie on the tray.
"While we all love your homemade cookies, is it really a good idea to bake angry? last time they got used for weapons in fighting gnomes and one caught Shenzi in the face setting her off on the gnomes because one threw it, I really would rather not have gnome inners and blood everywhere again"
She sighs slumping against the counter "house was raided, then Moody tried to oblivate me" she mutters freezing part of the countertop.
"I couldn't kill him because he was here on official business with a warrant and Nymph had to play her part of being loyal to the old fuck" she adds.
Walking closer I hug her ignoring the cold spots on me as she hugs me back "we'll make him pay for that" I mutter.