Imperius | draco malfoy

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Under no circumstances, the Voldemort's deed was done.

Hermione turned her head as Malfoy blurted out the killing curse towards Dumbledore. Everything felt slow, uneasy, and abrupt.

Her eyes met Dumbledore's one last time and she seemingly almost felt sorry at the same time relieved that it was all finally over.

Hermione watched in detachment as Dumbledore fell to the ground, lifeless. Albus Dumbledore, the Great Wizard who was respected and feared by many in the magical community, was now dead.

Bellatrix Lestrange ran towards the Astronomy Tower's terrace, and laughed maniacally, as she pointed her wand at the sky. The sky turned ridiculously dark and growled loud with thunder.

Dumbledore had seen it coming. Hermione always seemed to lack occupation in her emotions. There was no doubt she was under some certain trauma to an extent or perhaps, loneliness.

Hermione Jean Granger, her name alone could be just as famous as Harry Potter, the boy who lived. 

Despite Hermione being 

Hermione grew up mostly alone. 

After she had turned seven, she grew bitter and full of rage towards Dumbledore who had taken care of her as an abandoned newborn. For a short period of time, she was sheltered and cared for by another family in the Wizarding World until she left them as well and turned independent by the age of ten. 

As she was sorted into the Slytherin House, it was not long until she found herself part of Slytherin's silver trio's amusement. Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. She amused them as much as they amused her. Over time, Draco Malfoy would usually be teased by other Slytherins, accusing Malfoy and Eloise of being more than friends. However, that's just the typical yet annoying school rumors that spread once in a while.

Eloise however, did not care about any titles of the other students in Hogwarts. She stayed neutral and academically excellent in her first four years at Hogwarts. During her fifth year, she came close to the endeavors of the Malfoy family and the Dark Lord as she attempted to poison, Dumbledore, and by revealing information that she had gathered when she got the chance to befriend, for a brief period, the golden trio, Potter, Weasley and Granger.

Her detachment in the early years saved her from multiple damaging and traumatic events that involved the Dark Lord and Potter. Inevitable as it seemed, Eloise did her best to stir away from the plan as a young witch. Had it not been for Malfoy, she would have been chosen to act on the deed to kill her very own uncle, Dumbledore. It sat appropriately well that she would do the irony of murdering Dumbledore herself; she grew so much resentment towards him ever since she was a young witch.

"What a tedious day" Eloise scoffed as she looked up at the now-dark sky. Her uncle, Dumbledore lay lifeless behind her, not even acknowledging his death like every Death Eater involved in the room.

Malfoy stood next to her, inches away, with just enough room for her to turn to him and study his face that uncovered fear and guilt brewing in his eyes.

"You should be proud Malfoy. You've done it." Eloise let out a low sigh, straightening her sleeves. "See here," she said as she whipped out her wand and pointed it towards Dumbledore's body on the ground.

"Avada..." Eloise mid-casts the spell, glancing over at Draco as she smirks. "Kedavra"

Dumbledore's lifeless body twitched as the Killing Curse struck him once more. Eloise simply shrugged at this and turned to Malfoy with a faint smirk.