Hermione Voldemort's Daughter

Chapter 31: The Aftermath

It was around midnight when I finally fell asleep, my arms still around his lifeless body. Immediately I found myself in a dream. The place was smoky. There were bodies all around me, groaning from the pain and I filled with dread. The dream I'd had before Christmas? No. It couldn't be.

"Sophia get Wormtail and apparate out of here it's not safe!" It was. And I recognised the voice. Draco.

"Sophia, go!" I turned and ran across the battlefield.

"Hermione?" I whirled around to see Harry. "Where are you going we need you!"

"No Harry," I sighed, "You don't need me. All I do is bring bad luck. I'm sorry." I turned to go, and he grabbed my arm. The cardigan slipped off and he was face to face with the dark mark.

"Hermione, what-" he began, choking on his words. I turned away.

"I'm sorry Harry." I said softly, continuing to search for Wormtail.

"Hermione." A voice whispered to me. But it wasn't Harry like last time. It was Justin. Suddenly I was jolted awake as some put there arms around me.

"Justin?" I asked sleepily.

"No," the person replied, "It's Draco. And it's also 5 in the morning. What are you doing out here?" my eyes snapped open.

"Justin. Where is he?" I asked, looking around, "Is he still..."

"I'm sorry Sophia." He murmured. I burst into tears. "Shhh... shhh it's okay."

"He... he..." I began, not being able to finish my sentence.

"He what, Phia?" Draco asked me, holding me close and stroking my hair.

"He loved me." I finished before breaking down into sobs again.

"He loved you?" he repeated.

"Yes." I whimpered.

"When did he tell you that?" he pressed.

"He opened his eyes... and he said it... then... he died!" I howled. Draco softly wiped the tears from my cheek.

"Sshhh... calm it, Phia." He hushed, "Hush little Phia, don't you cry, Drakie's gonna buy you... um... the whole blue sky, and if that sky starts to rain, Drakie's gonna buy you a top with a stain, and if that stain comes out in the wash, Drakie's gonna buy you some really good nosh, and if that nosh makes you feel sick, Drakie's gonna buy you a really big stick, and if that stick is too long, Drakie's gonna buy you a Gaga song, and if that Gaga song's too catchy, Drakie's gonna buy you... um... Catchy, Fatchy, Matchy, Satchy, Gratchy, Yatzee... YAY! Drakie's gonna buy you a game of Yatzee, and if that Yatzee is too boring, you will find Drakie snoring!"

"Are you trying to sing to me to make me feel better?" I asked him.

"No this is for fun of course I am!" he replied, "Is it working?"

"No." I answered.

"Then I'll sing another verse! And if Drakie's snoring bothers you, Drakie's gonna buy you a cow that goes moo, and if that cow doesn't moo anymore, Drakie's gonna buy you your very own law, and if that law is way too strict, Drakie's gonna find out that he was tricked, and if that trick was way too funny, Drakie's gonna go to the bank to get more money, and when Drakie's got a new loan, Drakie's gonna buy you a mobile phone,"

"Draco-"

"And if that phone costs way too much, Drakie's gonna buy you a rabbit hutch, and if that rabbit hutch is empty, Drakie's gonna buy you some herbal tea, and if that herbal tea's too hot, Drakie's gonna buy you a baby cot, and if that cot is way too small, Drakie's gonna buy you a shopping mall, and if that mall gets sold out, Drakie's gonna buy you a fish called a trout,"