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Pairings: Ali/Draco/Hermione Willow/Ron
Disclaimer: All BtVS stuff belongs to Joss Whedon and HP belongs to JK Rowling.
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A/N: Ali is a woman version of Harry Potter—instead of the ‘Boy who Lived’ it’s the ‘Girl who Lived’ in my version Harry Potter was never born but Ali Potter was born in place of him. She is everything that Harry is in the books except with a different name and sex.
Draco was sitting in his common room towards the corner observing everyone coming in and out from their dorms. The pure bloods all leered for revenge on the Gryffindors for the prank they made. They threw water balloons on them and embarrassed them in front of dinner that evening before.
Yes, revenge would soon take place. Draco’s manly hands caressed his chin as he planned out what he was doing to the Head Boy and Girl—Ronald Weasley and Ali Potter—of the Gryffindor House.
He himself, the Head Boy of Slytherin, went to the Head Girl, Pansy Parkinson to talk about it earlier. She always fancied him and had a fetish for everything about him. He loathed her to death and couldn’t wait to be separated from her in two weeks, the end of his schooling as a wizard.
He could finally do magick about and not receive letters about doing something wrong over the summer when he cast a simple cleaning spell when the elves were busy cooking for his mother, father, and himself. He had compassion for the elves more than anyone he ever had; they always were kind and listened.
Back on track, if he ever did get letters from the Ministry complaining about the misuse of magic, his father would take care of it. After all, he does work at the ministry and is the most feared out of all of the other employers.
As the Head Boy, everyone looked up to him in his house and feared him the most. He usually picked on the young Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors until that Potter woman came along and stopped him; to save the day as she always had.
He couldn’t stand being near her. Although the closeness he had of actually shaking hands with her in their first year. He had held his hand out to become friends and rule in evil together. She declined the offer and would much rather become friends with that Granger and Weasley. His hand never shot out to anyone after that. The closeness of her still made him quiver. The blonde Slytherin couldn’t stand the thought of it. She had also been friends with that other red-head that looked like a Weasley, Willow Rosenberg.
They are all lovely women of their times. Ali with her curves getting curvier every day with not too much hip was lean and tall. Just a couple of inches shorter than Draco; around 5’6. Hermione with her now-tamed brown hair and chestnut colored eyes was as curvy as the other two. Willow, being very much curvy herself, was tall and thin herself. She had a fetish for having a girlfriend, and then never-
“I got it” Draco shouted. The other Slytherins piped down and looked at the Head Boy wondering what he was talking about. “Willow Rosenberg, Ali Potter, Hermione Granger. All fits together so perfectly” he muttered to the others who intensified their listening to him so they could hear him better and getting into the little tale he was telling about how to get the Gryffindors back.
Ali was sitting in the common room with Willow Rosenberg, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. It was pretty obvious that Ron liked Willow and she liked him but they never did anything about it. Too shy, and Willow was known for NOT being shy. The seventh years all pondered over their homework.
“Only two weeks left” Hermione said with a sigh. “That’s sucky” she added on to her short, but sweet statement.
“Thankfully. Wondering which job I should take?” Ali replied to her. “The quidditch or Auror. What do you think?”
“I think you should be whatever you want to be” Willow said.
“I agree” Ron added. Willow tried to ignore the way Ron looked at her when he glanced in her direction a few times when they began studying again. She caught him a couple of times and he just said that he was looking off of her paper. What a crock, he was looking at her breasts.
Ali looked over at Hermione once to see what she had done on her paper and met her eyes. She smiled a little to show her friendship as Hermione smiled back. Trying to make conversation with Ali she said, “So, do you think the Slytherins will do anything to get us back?”
“Definitely, Draco is their Head Boy. I really wouldn’t doubt it.”
“I figured that too” she replied to their answer. Willow managed to look over at Ron and smiled at him. He stuck his legs out to stretch and ‘accidentally’ brushed his against hers. She blushed a little as he just turned slightly pink around the apples of his cheekbones. Ali and Hermione looked at each other with a smile saying ‘Match-up’ and then looked over at their two best friends.
“Well, I’ll do this later, I’m going outside” Ali said.
“Would you mind if I came?” Hermione questioned.
“Not at all” she replied. So the two friends walked out together talking cheerfully as they passed by the Entrance Hall.
“Oh look” Draco pointed out to Crabbe and Goyle. “It seems we’ve run into Potter and Granger.” The two leered happily and smiled. “Let’s go take a look, shall we?” The three Slytherins walked along towards the lake with the giant octopus. Hermione and Ali dipped their feet in it to cool off with little fish nipping at their ankles, tickling them a bit.
“Well, if it isn’t the Mud-Blood and Half-Blood” Draco snorted. The two girls turned around to see who was targeting them. Ali just rolled her eyes at them while Hermione told them to shut the hell up.
“You wouldn’t talk that way to Lord Voldemort, would you?”
“Yes, actually I would” Hermione witted back to the blonde-Slytherin.
“You want to turn? Both of you I mean? It would be great to have a ruler for me and for him” he smirked at this. Ali just rose at where she was sitting and walked off, pissed at Draco for even ASKING her that! She wouldn’t ever…couldn’t ever turn to the Dark Side. What would everyone think of her then?
*I can see it in the Daily Prophet’s headlines now ‘Head Girl of Gryffindor House at Hogwarts Turns into a Death Eater’. How awful!* she screamed at herself. She often pondered at how it would be on the dark side. Maybe easier, you didn’t have to kill often, as she knew. She could just get someone else to do it for her. She’d surely be sent to Azkaban for even becoming a Death Eater.
Hermione sprinted off after her. “You had your chance!” Draco shouted. He turned to his believers and smirked, the most evil smirk he had ever produced laid on his face at the current moment he was out in the basking sun.
Over the days Draco asked them again and again if they wanted to become Death Eaters. He even started asking Willow. As soon as he said anything about it, she punched him right in the face making him fall backwards and he lay on the ground for a moment or two with a bruise appearing just under his right eye. It was turning purple and sore as hell.
She finally kissed Ron on the cheek after classes. The Slytherins came by and knocked all her papers and books out of her book bag. Ron came to her rescue and helped her pick them up. Once she got on her feet again, she planted a feather like kiss on the side of his cheek and he turned crimson. A very bright crimson red.
“So how ‘bout it, Ladies?” Draco asked. He turned around to face Ali and Hermione talking fluently again.
“What ARE you talking about?” Ali shouted.
“You know, being a Death Eater. You’d be greatly appreciated there. Although, if your skirts were as short as they are now, you could get some people who like you. Other than Seamus of course. You broke his wittle heart” Draco mocked.
“Oh shut up” Hermione jumped in.
“Protecting your girlfriend?”
“Ali’s not my girlfriend…but a best friend” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Whatever.” He looked at them as he was questioning himself. The silver in his eyes flickered when he looked from one seventeen-year-old to the other. He coughed a little and out came four people. Two grabbing Ali and two Hermione.
They walked out to the Forbidden Forest and apparated somewhere off into the distance. They ended up inside a small building, looking like a warehouse that was abandoned a while ago. People sat there with dark black robes and silver masks, not being able to tell one apart from the other.
A ‘throne’ was placed up at the front leaving a path for a few people to walk and a snake-like person sat there. Who knew if he breathed or not? He had a snake nose that flared, slits for eyes, and a snake tongue.
“Ssssoooo” the man muttered under pure silence except for the strugglings of the two young women. “Come to join ussss?”
“No” Hermione barked at the same time Ali did.
“I’ll give you a plea bargain” he offered. “I know you both have often thought about what it isss like on the dark ssside. I can read your young mindssss with the help of young Draco Malfoy here.”
Ali shot Draco a menacing look as the grasp tightened on her arms holding her back from getting away from a large human being…well wizard. Draco stood in the middle of the two clusters made up of three and smirked.
“You have done well” Voldemort said to Draco.
“Thank you, My Lord” he replied kneeling and then rising up.
“I’ll let you think about it for exactly five minutessss, after that you will be given your bargain. You two are at the top of your classes, and very powerful. I could ussse that in a Death Eater” he voice raised a little.
Ali and Hermione were sat with ropes around their ankles and wrists in a corner to talk about it. “I don’t know, Ali” Hermione whimpered. “I mean…I have thought about it, but never thought it would actually happen.”
“I know” was all Ali said. “I have too. I mean, I’ve taken risks, but this is a greater one. We-We could become spies or something. I could never turn on Dumbledore, I think. He is a great man, but the other witches and wizards stick their noses up to me except for the Gryffs and the teachers” Ali answered.
“Me too. Maybe the spy thing could work. But I couldn’t work and kill around all of those people. Draco makes me nervous, you know that. Ever since when I liked him in our fifth year. I haven’t exactly gotten over it, but it’s decreased a lot.”
“Draco’s okay. I just don’t like his personality. It’s just crude and I’m too nice.”
“Yea, I supp-“
“Timessss up” a snake-y voice exclaimed. “What is your choice?” he hissed.
Draco lifted the two up onto their feet as the other four held them up. Ali looked at Hermione once more and saw reassure measures in her cinnamon eyes. She glanced back at the front of the room.
“Well?” he said once more. “What’sss it going to be?”
“We accept” Ali mumbled and the only ones who could hear were Draco, the four men and Hermione.
“What was that, my child?”
“We accept” her voice almost exploded and you could hear the pain and fear in it.
“No need to be worried, my two new faithful Death Eaterssss” a ‘smile’ rose on his face. Not much of a compliment could be given to it. You could hear skin cracking as it moved upwards.
Ali gave a disgusting smile. “Two weekssss” he said and then vanished.
“Glad you could join” Draco muttered to the two, untying them. The other Death Eaters crowded around as the women felt highly uncomfortable being around all of them. Tears formed in Ali’s eyes as Hermione slipped on arm around her shoulder for comfort. The tears never fell from her eyes; she held back the salty burning in her eyes as everyone looked at her.
Draco, Hermione and Ali apparated back to the Forbidden Forest wandering a little while until they finally found the way out and back to the castle.
Two weeks past and the graduation was complete. Ron and Willow became a couple now and Ali and Hermione looked stressed out. Draco was seeing both of them at the same time, and they didn’t mind. He was hot, just rude at what he did. They both got a few slaps at him for how crude he was at times. He could also be the most romantic. They made him choose.
Actually, Voldemort was choosing who he liked best. The one he chose would be the Queen and the other would rule beside of Draco, who had followed into his footsteps. As everyone went to the train station to go back to their homes, those three didn’t. Their luggage was levitating with them as they once again went to the Forest and bid everyone goodbye as tears shed like raindrops and people hugged all over.
A force was tugging just behind their bellybuttons as they appeared into the warehouse once more. This time, dressier robes were worn and it looked different. “Hermione Granger” Voldemort called out. She took one deep breath and looked at Ali, Ali smiled at her and she stepped forward, walking onto the path created by the others and walking up to the Dark Lord himself.
“Would you honor me in my doings and help the Dark Side and rule by my side?” he asked.
She pondered for another moment “I do” and he took his wand out. He muttered something and the Dark Mark started tracing itself just below the bend of her elbow inside her forearm. It was red as it was traced and then turned black when done. She whimpered in pain as it appeared and then stepped back.
“My Queen, come beside me” he said gesturing for Hermione to move beside him. She did as told and sat in a small chair that placed beside him. He was very ugly indeed but had been enforcing on rules, and she liked rules and enforcers of rules.
“Ali Potter” she looked back at Draco who stood beside her. Her heart stopped and she realized she’d stopped breathing and started her respiratory system up again when he nudged her forward.
She moved up and muttered “I do” to him and the Mark began tracing onto her arm. She cried out in pain and it was over. It could be sensed that the others were smirking to have the famous Ali Potter, ‘The Girl Who Lived’ on their side and another hell of a witch and top of her class, Hermione Granger, on their side.
Ali walked over to Draco holding the throbbing pain on her forearm. He looked at her in delight. He pushed her robe cuff up a little and traced the mark with his finger and kissed the middle of it lightly, with it barely being there.
Tears were in her eyes when she asked him a question. “Where’s yours?” He lifted his sleeve up and showed it to her.
“I got it done last year” and he pulled her under his arm. They apparated to his father’s mansion where an after party was held for the new Death Eaters. Two new ones, from Gryffindor. Who ever thought of a Gryffindor, oddly two, being a Death Eater? Hermione Granger had her arm looped with Voldemort’s as they walked through everyone with them bowing down at them.
Ali walked under Draco’s masculine arm and strength as everyone praised them, also. But not nearly because they ruled. They were like ‘Third in Command’. First was Voldemort and Hermione, Second was Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Draco’s mother, and third was Draco and Ali, merely he was because his father was the most faithful death eater and Voldemort believed he would follow in his father’s footsteps…which he did.