Draco's blood went cold. He looked down, wiggled his fingers, his toes-everything seemed to be there. What the fuck was she talking about? "Amputated? Where?" he demanded, panic starting to bubble up.
She winced, looking away for a moment, then forced herself to meet his eyes. "There are... experimental magical treatments. They might be able to help you regain what was lost, but it will take time... I'm sorry. But everyone knew the risks of accidentally getting harmed when they agreed to participate in hunting the champions."
A horrible chill spread through Draco's gut. He yanked the sheets off his legs, his hands shaking in growing fear, and stared at his bare body in horror.
His dick and balls were both completely gone... Just-GONE!
Draco screamed.
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Did Sona do that on purpose...?
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chapter 18
Chapter 18 (~9000 words):
The night after the first task...
— Lucius —
Lucius Malfoy appeared with a sharp crack at the edge of a desolate, weed-infested path, feeling a cold dread twisting in his gut. The familiar burning on his forearm had summoned him. He could still feel the lingering throb of his Dark Mark, resonating with his master's impatience.
With a grimace, Lucius straightened his robes, gathered his barely existent dignity, and looked up at the decrepit structure before him.
The manor stood in decay. Windows were cracked or boarded, walls were stained by years of neglect, and ivy snaked wildly up crumbling stonework. Lucius curled his lip in disgust. A place fit only for Muggles and vermin-hardly an appropriate dwelling for the Dark Lord.
Movement at the edge of his vision made Lucius snap his wand up instantly. From the shadows stepped a wizard, disheveled and pale, wild hair hanging lankly around a gaunt face marked by madness.
Lucius' eyes widened, his breath catching in disbelief. "Barty?" Lucius whispered, gripping his wand tighter. "Barty Crouch Jr.? How in Merlin's name are you still alive?"
Barty sneered in reply and raised his own wand defensively. Lucius could feel the tension ripple between them, the air crackling with barely restrained hostility. Nearly two decades had passed since they'd last stood together as loyal servants beneath their master's banner.
Now Lucius could only stare at this twisted remnant, half-expecting an attack at any second. But it didn't come as Barty finally lowered his wand first.
"There's no time for your pointless small talk, Malfoy," Barty hissed sharply, glancing around the desolate yard as if expecting unseen enemies. "Our Lord grows impatient. He demands your presence-now."
Lucius narrowed his eyes but wisely lowered his wand as well. Lucius had no desire to test his luck. Barty seemed completely unstable and Lucius could sense the Dark Lord nearby.
"Lead the way, then," Lucius said coldly, trying to mask his apprehension with false arrogance.
Barty gave one last sneer before turning sharply and pushing open the creaking, heavy door to Riddle Manor. Lucius followed cautiously, every muscle tensed as he stepped into the shadowy gloom within. The air was thick and oppressive, smelling faintly of dust and decay. The door slammed shut behind him. Barty led him deeper into the manor, neither speaking another word.
Lucius forced himself to keep walking, steadying his breathing, preparing himself mentally for whatever awaited him in the darkness ahead.
What the fuck is that thing...?
Lucius froze, disbelief and revulsion washing over him as he took in the grotesque sight before him.
The figure within the crib was small, twisted, and pale-an abomination, barely recognizable as human. Sickly grey skin clung loosely to fragile bones, blue veins webbing grotesquely beneath. A bald, misshapen head, sunken crimson eyes blazing with malevolent intensity-this was what remained of the Dark Lord. A monstrous entity inhabiting the frail, grotesque body of a baby.
How had it come to this? How had the proud and terrifying Dark Lord been reduced to such a pitiful state?
The malformed creature noticed Lucius's reaction immediately. "You dare?" The shrill voice pierced the silence, high-pitched yet dripping venom. "You dare to mock me, Lucius?"
"No, my Lord, I-" Lucius began desperately, heart hammering as he felt a stab of genuine fear.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shrieked, thrusting forward a thin wand clutched in tiny, bony fingers.
Agony exploded through Lucius's body. He collapsed instantly, writhing violently upon the filthy floor as white-hot knives of torment lanced through every nerve. His scream filled the room, raw and uncontrolled, his spine arching, limbs spasming uncontrollably!
"Do not look down on me, Lucius!" Voldemort screeched, his voice echoing with rage and madness. The grotesque childlike form stood in the crib, wobbling slightly, yet somehow radiating undeniable menace. "I am Lord Voldemort! Your master! Your superior! You will remember your place!"
The pain seemed endless, the curse shredding Lucius's mind and body with ruthless precision. Desperation clawed through him, overriding pride and dignity, tearing from his throat in broken gasps. "Forgive...me...please...my Lord! Mercy!" he begged over and over!
At last, the curse lifted.
Lucius lay trembling, gasping desperately for air, his dignity shattered. Slowly, painfully, he rolled onto his side and pushed himself to his knees, head bowed low in submission.
Babymort stared down at him in disdain. "You are fortunate, Lucius. I grant you mercy only because I have use for you."
Lucius's voice shook as he struggled to speak. "T-thank you, my Lord. Your mercy...is boundless. I am yours to command. Anything...I will do anything you require."
"Yes," he hissed softly, his thin lips curling into a cruel smile. "You certainly will, Lucius. Remember this lesson well. Your loyalty is mine alone-and next time, I may not feel so generous." Babymort leaned forward in the crib, gripping its wooden rails with pale, skeletal fingers, eyes burning with an unhinged malevolence. The grotesque parody of a child fixed Lucius with a predatory glare and sneered cruelly. "Look upon me, Lucius," the Dark Lord hissed, his distorted infantile voice dripping venom. "Look upon my glory. See what I have been reduced to, with none of my so-called loyal servants coming to my aid for almost 20 years!"
Lucius swallowed hard and dropped obediently to one knee, feeling his pride crack yet again beneath this fresh humiliation. "My Lord," Lucius said hoarsely, struggling to keep his voice even. "Had I known-even a whisper-that you survived, I would have sought you out immediately. I have been a fool, my Lord, I-"
"Oh, cut the shit," Babymort snapped impatiently, his shrill voice cracking sharply through the damp air. "Spare me your pathetic lies, Lucius. I know very well that you didn't care whether I lived or rotted away. All you ever cared about was your precious position, your wealth, your comfortable little life."
Lucius opened his mouth to protest, but one sharp glance from the grotesque infant silenced him immediately. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Barty Crouch Jr. smirking with undisguised satisfaction at his discomfort. Lucius's jaw tightened.
Babymort had a faint sneer twisting his tiny features as he observed Lucius's submission. "But, as disappointing as you are, Lucius, I still have tasks for you."
Lucius straightened slightly. "I am yours to command, as always, my Lord," he murmured with forced reverence, trying to disguise the tremor of fear in his voice.
"Oh, I'm certain you are," Babymort replied with dark amusement. "Your continued survival depends entirely on it." A tense silence stretched between them before Babymort continued, voice turning sharper and more commanding. "I require you to devise a method of smuggling our friend, Barty Jr, into Hogwarts. You will make this possible despite the increased security measures put in place by that fool Dumbledore. It will not be easy, especially after some fool cast an unforgivable on that Durmstrang boy and made them increase security even more!"
Lucius's mind raced, calculating the implications. He was a member of the Hogwarts board, he should be able to sneak someone in. But why? What did they want? He glanced briefly at Barty, noting the fanatical eagerness burning in the man's eyes. Whatever madness the Dark Lord was planning, Barty was clearly eager to be part of it. Lucius knew better than to voice the question lingering in his mind-what exactly would Crouch do within Hogwarts?
Babymort must have seen the uncertainty in Lucius's expression. "You wonder why I need him inside the castle?" Babymort sneered softly. "Fortunately for you, Lucius, I'm in a generous mood today. I shall enlighten you." Babymort's voice grew colder, seething with barely restrained hatred. "Barty will infiltrate the Hogwarts staff using Polyjuice Potion, impersonating one of the professors. Once inside, he will get close to that wretched brat-Harry Sitri, the so-called Boy Who Lived." Babymort spat the name as if it burned his tongue, eyes blazing with a furious madness. "I have need of that boy alive-for now..." Even in his diminished, pitiful state, the Dark Lord's hatred radiated from him.
"Yes, my Lord," Lucius said quietly, keeping his voice carefully neutral. "It shall be done precisely as you wish."
"I have need of something else," the Dark Lord continued. "Over 20 years ago, I entrusted you with a dark artifact. A black book. I have need of it back. It would greatly aid in the restoration of my powers and my diminished form..."
Lucius's heart stopped for a brief, dreadful moment. The mention of the Dark Lord's 'diary' sent a cold surge of panic racing through him, draining the color from his face.
Instantly, he dropped back to his knees, nearly groveling before the grotesque creature in the crib. "My Lord," Lucius rasped urgently, his voice trembling with desperation. "Please-I beg your forgiveness! I no longer have the diary. The Ministry has been relentless lately. They've launched raids-unexpected searches for dark artifacts and Sirius Black! Many of my associates have already been targeted. It was simply too dangerous to keep it in Malfoy Manor. I would have been sent to Azkaban had they found such a powerful dark object in my home!"
The Dark Lord narrowed his crimson eyes. "Then where, Lucius," he hissed venomously, "is my diary?"
Lucius swallowed thickly, mouth dry with dread. "I... entrusted it to my son, Draco. I instructed him to smuggle it into Hogwarts at the beginning of term. It is safely within the castle walls as we speak." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke Draco's name.
What he didn't say was that he entrusted Draco to give the object to someone else to cause chaos! The Dark Lord might actually kill him if he admitted that a random student had his precious diary!
Babymort stared silently at Lucius, his small, twisted body perfectly still, radiating a bone-deep fury. The silence stretched, unbearably heavy and tense. Lucius remained perfectly still, his head bowed submissively, fully prepared to feel the unbearable torment of the Cruciatus Curse again at any moment.
Yet the expected curse never came.
Instead, Voldemort slowly turned his head, fixing those hateful crimson eyes upon Barty Crouch Jr.
Lucius almost sobbed in relief, his entire frame trembling from nerves and exhaustion.
"Barty," Voldemort hissed coldly, his shrill voice slicing sharply through the oppressive silence. "It seems your task has expanded, my loyal servant."
"Yes, my Lord. Command me, and I will obey without fail."
The Dark Lord's thin lips curled into a cruel smile, clearly pleased by Barty's instant obedience-especially compared to Lucius's panicked excuses. "Once you have infiltrated Hogwarts," Babymort instructed softly, eyes narrowing, "you will seek out my diary. Lucius's fool of a son has it in his possession. Retrieve it, and do not fail me."
Shit! Lucius needed to write to his son to get that diary back in his possession as soon as possible!
Barty's mouth twisted into a delighted smirk, and he cast a smug glance at Lucius. "Of course, my Lord. Unlike certain others," he sneered pointedly, "I would never disappoint you."
"See that you don't," Babymort replied coldly. His gaze shifted back to Lucius, contempt and disdain palpable in his crimson stare. "Watch carefully, Lucius. Perhaps you can learn something about true loyalty."
"Yes, my Lord," Lucius whispered hoarsely, eyes glued to the filthy floor.
He was still unaware that his son would be waking up the next morning with much worse problems...
— Harry —
A few days later...
I found myself once again in the Forbidden Forest after classes.
This particular clearing had become familiar-it was where Sona and I trained in magic-though today it felt distinctly crowded.
My mother, Serafall, stood a short distance away, watching intently. Beside her stood her stunningly beautiful blonde Queen, Behemoth, who observed everything with an elegant, quiet intensity.
Next to me, Sona gently grasped my hand. Her quiet presence was reassuring, steadying my nerves. Standing close behind Sona was her own Queen, Tsubaki.
All of us were focused on Hermione, who lay perfectly still on the soft grass in front of us. Her chest rose and fell gently, her features peaceful as though simply sleeping. But beneath the tranquility, powerful magic hummed through her.
I glanced over at my mother just as she nodded slightly. "The transformation is wrapping up now," she said.
Hermione suddenly shot upright with a sharp gasp, her eyes wide and startled as they met mine. A ripple of powerful demonic magic burst outward from her in all directions, washing over me in a warm, vibrant wave that left my skin tingling.
In that instant, Hermione Granger ceased to be mortal. She was now fully a devil, the very first member of my peerage-my Bishop.
Hermione's magical power surged dramatically, going from a modest, low-class level witch straight to an impressive upper-middle class devil.
But the changes were more than magical, they were physical, too. Hermione had always been very attractive, but now her beauty was simply breathtaking. Her skin became incredibly smooth, practically flawless, free from any blemishes she might've once had. Not that I thought she had many. Her lips had become slightly fuller, taking on a deeper, richer shade of red.
As my gaze drifted lower, I noticed that her body had subtly filled out as well. Her curves became more defined, her breasts fuller and shapelier beneath her robes. She was captivating.
Still sitting up, Hermione blinked slowly, taking in her surroundings as she caught her breath. Her eyes finally settled on mine, searching for reassurance.
