I Am A Gaunt *Completed!!!!!*

Chapter 9

Dedicated to: CharlieBear786 and demonofchaos for being fellow Slytherins and/or Potterheads.

*EDITED*

- Hermione/Alliana's POV -

Growing up, I have seen and done many things that sparked fear inside of me. There was the troll incident and trials protecting the Philosopher's Stone that lead to the friendship between, Harry, Ron and I, in our first year. In our second year, a basilisk was set loose in the school petrifying muggleborn students like myself. A supposed murderer and Dementors sparked it in my third year. Of course, do I even need to mention my fourth year? Oh my, that one was the Triwizard Tournament. Talk, about kill joy. My fifth year was more fear of punishment than anything, but then again punishment was unnecessarily worse that year, due to Umbridge, the lowly cow. Sixth year, now that's a big one. Not only was there a war but constant fear for my own life, my parents, and Harry's. There was a point where all of us could have died. Especially, Harry. Now, in order to mention everything that caused fear in that next year, I would have to write a novel. We, as in Harry, Ronald, and I, went searching for Horcruxes while our heads were given prices. Then there was when we got captured at Malfoy Manor and I was tortured and when not even the next day, the final war happened.

So, let's just say, that my life? Yeah, it was filled with fear sparks. However, none of these compared to what I felt that day. Okay, maybe the war did, but the rest didn't even come close.

Nothing, compares to my experience in Azkaban.

Nothing!

Flashback:

We just arrived at Azkaban. This place....words don't begin to describe it. If they could, they would be along the lines of, depressing, cold, and deadly. Dementors lurk around every corner and our guard only aloud one Patronus - his. Of course, we wouldn't have been able to have more, they took our wands at the gate.

Looking, over at Draco, I see his jaw set in a firm line and his eyes filled with fear. I am probably the same, but I try my best to look comforting for him. He is my mate after all. I have to take care of him.

Oh, gosh.

What happened to me? I went from the 'bookworm' and 'know-it-all' that hated 'Malfoy' to the 'Pureblood' and 'Veela' that loves 'Draco'. What would Harry and Ron think?

They would die on the spot.

Or kill me.

What has this world gotten to?

I look at Draco and frown. We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for the blood purity obsessed witches and wizards. If I could, I would go back in time and change it all. No more 'blood purity', no more 'mudbloods', no more 'death eaters', no more fear of war.

No more fear of the past.

All for the fact that if that happened, Draco wouldn't be like this. He would be happy with his father at home. Not upset and visiting his father in Azkaban. I squeeze his hand for comfort as we near the room, where we will see his father. He gives me a blank look and together we go inside.

As, we walk into the room, I notice a few things. One, there are no guards, just Dementors that could be unleashed at any second. Two, Lucius is strapped down to a chair with his head hanging down. When he looks up, his face is blurry and he is making muffled sounds. Almost as if he isn't there but yet, clearly he is.

Flashback Ends

After that, I remember nothing. It is almost as if my conscious erased it from my memory for being to terrible. The only thing I remember clearly is my fear. Pure terror. As if it was imbedded in me to shiver at the mere mention of the place. Why? I am not sure. I am too afraid to ask.

The nightmares don't help either. Every night they are different and each more terrifying. Draco, now stays at the Gaunt Manor, so that he can be there when they happen. No one knows why my memory is erased, but they did tell me that Narcissa is now missing. Did she get hurt too?

"What are you thinking, about, Love?", I look up at Draco, while he plays with my hair. For hours I have been laying on his lap and he had been braiding it. Who knew, the school bad boy could braid hair?

"The usual.", it seems to be our only thoughts lately, the war and Azkaban.

"You want to know what I was thinking?", he asks me. I look up at him and he smiles. "I was thinking about how tomorrow I get to show off my beautiful girlfriend at Kings Cross Station, while wearing my Head Boy badge.", he says this with a smirk.

I raise, my eyebrows at him. "So, you have a girlfriend now? I would love to meet her!", I tease him. Of course, I know he is talking about me, but I could use some lightheartedness.

He leans down and kisses my forehead. "Oh, you would love her! She is absolutely stunning, has stunning blonde hair, and obsidian eyes. When she talks, it just commands respect and attention. I think I am in love with her.", I grin ear to ear.

"Really?", I whisper as a response.

"Really," he says. Getting, out from under him, I sit up and he goes into the proposal position, saying, "Alliana Gaunt, I love you and can not think of a time when I was happier! So, would you do me the honors of officially, being my girlfriend and boarding, the Hogwarts Express with me?".

I giggle, and say a very excited, "Yes!", before hugging him.

I feel so loved by him, and I love him so much back. Who knew, I would fall for a Malfoy? Not me that's for sure. Oh well, sometimes the best things aren't planned!