apparition | d.m (sequel to hypothermia)

thirteen

Laura;

"Is this really best Hermione?" I asked her as she stuffed the remaking essentials in her beaded bag. She packed for days in case something were to happen and right now she's thinking right and wrong.
"I have to, Laura." Her voice cracked, "I can't risk my parents lives."
I opened my mouth to say something when Mrs.Granger called us from downstairs for tea.
"Coming mom." Hermione called out with her voice faltering.
I grabbed my small bag too and followed Hermione out the door.
We walked down the stairs while hearing the faint sound of the television. They are saying something about muggles and Australia but that's all I knew. Mr and Mrs.Granger were so taking about it.

I looked with a heavy heart as Hermione raised her wand shakily and whispered, "Obliviate."

Pictures of her and her parents slowly changed as she disappeared from each one. Tears brimmed my eyes as everything she was ever on, just vanished.

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Constance;

"Will we be eating?" I asked Draco as I sat between him and Narcissa. Voldemort had called for a meeting also my father will be returning from his travels. One of the professors from Hogwarts was hovering above the table and looked to be in pain but I just tried avoiding her. I never knew her but seeing her their really set me on eggs.

"I don't think so." I felt his hand tech under the table to grip mine, "Mother is going to get something sent up go out room later. So don't worry, you'll eat."
I nodded and leaned against him, "I'm so fucking starving. Can't my father hurry up?!"
Chattering ceased as footsteps we heard coming up the stairs and my father entered the dining room.
"Ah, Severus. Come." Voldemort smiled and motioned to an empty chair, "I was beginning to worry I thought you had lost your way. We've saved you a seat."

My father hesitated before sitting down and he stared at the lady with pain in his eyes but he sat down anyways.
"You bring news, I trust?" Voldemort asked
"It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall." My father spoke dryly,
"I've heard differently, my lord." Yaxley interrupted, hearing him speak reminded me of Laura. He was her stepfather. "Dawlish, the auror, has let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the 30th of this month. The day before he turns 17."
Depression seeped through me at the mention of Harry. If only he'd understand my situation.
Snape interrupted him, "This is a false trail. The Auror Office no longer plays a part in the protection of Harry Potter. Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry."
"Well," A bald man snickered, "They got that right haven't they?"
Everyone laughed at his comment, which made me giggle a bit. I don't know what was so funny but I laughed anyways.
Laughing is contagious. That's my argument.
Once it ceased Voldemort adressed a lanky man with long hair and a short beard sitting opposite of him, "What say you, Pius?"
"One hears many things, My Lord." He spoke after looking up from his left, probably Nagini. "Whether the truth is among them is not clear."

I tuned out after that and absentmindedly played with Draco's hand. A silver ring similar to mine had rested on his ring finger. It was warm against my touched because it was warm from his flesh.

"But I face an unfortunate complication." Voldemort's snakes voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood up from his seat, "That my wand and Harry's share the same core. They are, in some ways, twins." He walked behind his chair and onto my side of the table, gliding effortlessly behind us. "We can wound but not fatally harm one another. If I am to kill him. I must do it with another's wand. Come surely one of you would like the honour."
My breathing increased as he stopped behind my chair and reached the feel my hair, "Constance?"
I shook my head, "Fuck that."

Now most people would be dead before you could finished that sentence but I knew him. He wouldn't kill me.
He wouldn't kill me at all and it's not because he still loved me.
It's much more than that.

He chuckled at my response, "I thought you would say that." He walked back towards Lucius, "What about you, Lucius?"
I gave Lucius a sympathetic look. He was so beaten up and rough. He had very dark circles under his eyes, wrinkles from stress and his usually long blonde hair was dry and oily. He had stubble and sleep deprivation clear on his face.

Fear overtook him and he slowly liked to Voldemort, "My Lord?"

"My Lord." Voldemort mocked him, with a shake of his head and stick his hand out, "I require your wand."
Slowly, Lucius got out his wand and reluctantly handed it to him.

"Do I detect, Elm?"
"Yes my lord."
"And the core?"
"Dragon," Lucius cleared his throat and spoke loudly, "Dragon heartstring."

Voldemort just gave him a look of disapproval and snapped the silver snake head off of Lucius's wand.

"To those of you who do not know. We are joined tonight by miss Charity Burbage. Who until recently taught at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." He waved the wand and Miss Burbage levitated slowly to the centre of the table. Which was unfortunately, in front of me.

"Her speciality was muggle studies. She believed that Muggles and wizards were not so different. She believed that we are to mate with them and that the mixture of magical blood and muggle blood is not an abomination," Voldey walked back to his seat and sat down gracefully. "But was to be encouraged."

"S-Severus, Please." I looked up and saw the professor right in front of me as she pleaded, "We're friends."

My father just looked at her with a bored expression when Voldemort shouted the killing curse causing her to collapse on the table. I felt Draco flinch. I stared at her body in fear, already her skin was grey and her eyes dull with fresh tears still falling down her cheek.

"Dismissed." Voldemort said and everyone exited the room.

Draco and I walked out of the room together. We walked hastily but when someone called out Draco's name he paled at the voice. We both turned around, our bodies tense, at the sight of You-Know-Who.

"Draco," Voldemort stood behind us, "I need to speak with you. Privately."

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I've been having major writers block recently. I thought I recovered but I haven't. I have a lot to write but I'm not feeling very committed to this book.

I can tell you that I will finish this book. I won't give up on it.

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