Halloween Gift from rzzmg, part 2
Author: rzzmg
Title: Concentric Circles
Pairing: Rose Granger-Weasley/Draco Malfoy (past reference to Hermione Granger-Weasley/Draco Malfoy)
Rating: PG-13 (Teen and Up)
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Undead. Reference to an off-screen murder and hanging. Magical creature magic. Surprise ending!
Summary: Rose Granger-Weasley captures the ghostly Shade of the man who had murdered her mother--the former dark wizard, Draco Malfoy. She wishes for revenge upon him. He offers her long-anticipated answers instead.
Rule number one of any Auror interrogation: Never allow a prisoner to entice you with a tale, for lies and deception were all you would get.
Still, in this case, Rose knew the records of her mother's homicide were incomplete. Any evidence of torture or mutilation to the body of Hermione Granger-Weasley had been magicked away by the time the Aurors had arrived on the scene and this man--Draco Malfoy, her killer--had never confessed to any wrong-doing in her mother's death, despite being covered in her blood. He'd pled "not guilty" to all charges.
That hadn't stopped him from being convicted of her mum's murder and sentenced to hang for it, however.
Now, the only person who knew what had really happened that day was a dead man walking...and after twelve years, his Shade was beginning to degrade. From the rate of fading, Rose estimated he had perhaps another year left before he simply WAS NOT. He'd never cross the Veil now, and there was nowhere else for him to go, as he was forbidden from utilizing the magick of Hogwarts to sustain his ghostly form.
If she wanted the truth, she'd have to play his game.
She lowered her wand to her side.
"I knew you'd come around," Malfoy said with a cold gleam in his eye. "Your curiosity is the same as hers, too."
"Just shut up, start talking," Rose growled.
Her captive barked a laugh.
"As you wish," he conceded, continuing his pacing of the circle. "The truth is I wanted your mother, so I took her. I kidnapped her right out from under your gormless father's nose. But here's the truly ironic part: she let me." He turned, backlit demonically by the Samhain moon's light. "She begged me to."
Rose's world dropped away.
"What?!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Title: Concentric Circles
Pairing: Rose Granger-Weasley/Draco Malfoy (past reference to Hermione Granger-Weasley/Draco Malfoy)
Rating: PG-13 (Teen and Up)
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Undead. Reference to an off-screen murder and hanging. Magical creature magic. Surprise ending!
Summary: Rose Granger-Weasley captures the ghostly Shade of the man who had murdered her mother--the former dark wizard, Draco Malfoy. She wishes for revenge upon him. He offers her long-anticipated answers instead.
Rule number one of any Auror interrogation: Never allow a prisoner to entice you with a tale, for lies and deception were all you would get.
Still, in this case, Rose knew the records of her mother's homicide were incomplete. Any evidence of torture or mutilation to the body of Hermione Granger-Weasley had been magicked away by the time the Aurors had arrived on the scene and this man--Draco Malfoy, her killer--had never confessed to any wrong-doing in her mother's death, despite being covered in her blood. He'd pled "not guilty" to all charges.
That hadn't stopped him from being convicted of her mum's murder and sentenced to hang for it, however.
Now, the only person who knew what had really happened that day was a dead man walking...and after twelve years, his Shade was beginning to degrade. From the rate of fading, Rose estimated he had perhaps another year left before he simply WAS NOT. He'd never cross the Veil now, and there was nowhere else for him to go, as he was forbidden from utilizing the magick of Hogwarts to sustain his ghostly form.
If she wanted the truth, she'd have to play his game.
She lowered her wand to her side.
"I knew you'd come around," Malfoy said with a cold gleam in his eye. "Your curiosity is the same as hers, too."
"Just shut up, start talking," Rose growled.
Her captive barked a laugh.
"As you wish," he conceded, continuing his pacing of the circle. "The truth is I wanted your mother, so I took her. I kidnapped her right out from under your gormless father's nose. But here's the truly ironic part: she let me." He turned, backlit demonically by the Samhain moon's light. "She begged me to."
Rose's world dropped away.
"What?!"
TO BE CONTINUED...