Warning, this story mentions rape, torture, and contains sexual situation between members of the same sex.
Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of these things.
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Title from Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow.
Original title: They're in love. Fuck the War.
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Those looking for smut in this chapter I apologize in advance. I'm trying for this thing called a plot, hopefully you'll enjoy anyway.
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The trio apparated behind an old run down warehouse in a not so good part of London in the middle of the night. The alley they landed in smelled like stale piss and rotted meat, a family of rats made up what appeared to be a living carpet that made its way down the alley and behind an over flowing garbage can.
"So this is the Order's new headquarters?" Ron said. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Shut up Ron, this is the best they could do." Harry snapped at him.
"Really?" Hermione shot at him, the venom in her voice more deadly than Nagini's. "This is a fucking shit hole!" She said, Ron nodding his head in agreement.
"What the fuck do the two of you expect?" Harry asked them.
"I don't know, anything but this. The Dark Lord has Malfoy Manor as his headquarters and we have this! Aren't we the ones saving the wizarding world's ass! I'd expect someone to at least offer up a basement at an inn somewhere." She ranted.
"I know what you mean, truly I do. But the fact is no one will and this is the best we got so let's fucking deal okay." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Let's just get inside." Ron said walking to the back door.
The door was locked and sealed by magic. After pounding on it for twenty minutes someone finally opened it. The three were dragged in by wand point. There were no lights on save for dim muggle lamp hanging from the ceiling. The trio were stripped of their wands and shoved under the light.
"Oi, what the fuck!" Ron yelled. Someone in the shadows gasped quietly.
"Potter," a voice came from the dark, "your patronus." It was more demanded than asked. The trio realized it was the Order testing them. Normally this was fine, but today they weren't in the mood for 'security measures.'
"It's a stag." Harry answered, trying to relax himself, but failing miserably.
"Granger," another voice said, "Your patronus."
"Otter." she seethed.
"Weasley," yet another voice began.
"A dog." Ron cut them off, wanting this to be done with.
After a moment of silence the lights went on to reveal the whole of the Order.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Hermione said looking around to see everyone on Voldemort's to kill list in one convenient location.
"Hermione, Ronald! Language!" Molly shrieked at them, but at this point they didn't care, none of them.
"Our wands." Harry said. Remus, Tonks, and Arthur handed the three back their wands. It was then they noticed something off about the group. Dark magic seemed to cling to them, surround them. The trio noticed everyone around them began to feel what the others had.
"That's what happens you know." Hermione said knowing Ron and Harry didn't know how to explain it. "When carry around pieces of the soul of the darkest wizard of all time and destroy them one by one. You get to keep a souvenir."
"Our rooms." Ron said, not wanting to be under their pity filled gazes any more.
"Upstairs, last door at the end of the hall." Arthur said, face slightly white with worry.
They nodded and made their way upstairs not looking at anyone or fully removing their cloaks until they were in their room. Taking off their cloaks they revealed their battle wounds only to each other. Ron had some deep bruising and scrapes littering his body, Harry as well along with a few burn marks from poorly aimed curses. Those would be healed easily. Hermione on the other hand suffered some of the same, save for one injury. Rolling up her sleeve she showed it the boys for the first time.
"What the FUCK!" Harry shouted, seeing her eyeing Bellatrix's handy work.
"Who the hell did that?" Ron joined the shouting.
"Would you two calm down, I'm not in the mood for everyone to come bursting in here." she said, never taking her eyes off her arm. Taking a few calming breaths Harry asked.
"Who?"
"Bella." Hermione said, figuring after carving up her arm she had the right to call her by her nickname.
"Psychotic bitch!" Ron said.
"Yeah well, it's over now. Come on let's get healed before someone sees us." The trio started healing each other little by little, letting their magic rest after particularly deep gashes and bruises. An hour later they made their down stairs, stopping short to listen to an argument going on about them.
"I told you! I told you it was a bad idea to let them go!" Molly shouted.
"Now, now dear we didn't know this would happen." An exhausted Arthur said.
"We should have known there would be some site effects, especially when dealing with such dark magic's." Remus said, guilt tainting his voice.
"What other choice did we have? The aurors couldn't be told about the horocruxes, you all know there were sympathizers in the department. The Order is busy putting out fires and hiding our people we couldn't go after them. It was either them or no one." Tonks reasoned.
"But did you see them, did you feel the magic coming off them." Molly voice was a mixture of worry and fear.
Harry turned and looked at Ron and Hermione. "Suddenly, I'm not so hungry." He said, the two nodded and turned to go back up the stairs. Hermione pulled some fruit and packs of trail mix out of her bag and they ate that before going to sleep.
The three woke up the next day around noon. It had been so long since they could get a deep sleep that they didn't notice Molly go up to check on them, but they knew someone had been up there. They had left their soiled clothes on the floor, too tired to burn the evidence of their time at the Manor.
"We're gonna hear about this when we get down there aren't we?" Ron asked seeing the other two faces filled with dread.
"Maybe it won't that bad." Harry tried, but he knew it was. Their clothes were covered in dirt and blood, some of it theirs and some of it not.
"Fuck it, let's just go." Hermione huffed throwing the sheets off her. They pulled out some clothes from the bag and began to change. Being around the horocruxes and each other for so long, their sense of decency had waned and they dressed in front of each other without batting an eye. "Shit."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"That was my last long sleeve shirt." Hermione said. Pulling out another shirt she transfigured it to be long sleeved.
"Let's hope they don't notice that." Ron mumbled. They had tried everything last night, but the stupid cut wouldn't heal.
Walking downstairs they noticed it was considerably quieter than last night. That was until Molly caught sight of them and ran over crying, crushing them in her arms. The rest of the occupants made their way over checking for visible wounds.
"Molly dear let go, you might be hurting them." Arthur whispered gently. She immediately released them and apologized if she hurt them.
"You three go sit down and I'll bring out your lunch." She told them, tears falling from her eyes still. It was all they could do not to roll their eyes. They knew everyone was just worried about them, but truth be told it was annoying the piss out of them. They walked over to the table, being watched every step of the way for limps or flashes of pain.
"How the hell did you survive this?" One of the twins asked. Looking over they saw them holding up their shirts, or what was left. They were, in fact, soaked with blood and stained with dirt. Turning back around they looked at each other before taking a sip of juice. Harry turned to Hermione and Ron, eyeing them before saying.
"Got more blood on me then you two."
"Just cause I hit Yaxley with the slicing hex while he was in front of you." Hermione retorted.
"You could help him, but not me." Ron said shooting her a mock glare.
"Looking back I should have. Who the fuck throws a slug jinxes while battling for their life!" She shouted. Harry nearly choked on his drink when he began to laugh.
"Stupid, I know." Ron told her, not even trying to defend his childish jinx.
"It did stop Rodolphus from avada'ing him." Harry said.
"It was still stupid. I mean the only reason I was able to knock out Lucius was because he was in shock someone would use such a stupid jinx at a time like that." Hermione said, smirk playing on her lips.
"Good one by the way. I thought you cracked his head in half with the sound he made." Harry said, raising his glass to her, Ron mimicking his move.
"Yeah well, I didn't get who I wanted." Hermione muttered behind her glass, but Ron and Harry heard.
"You will, don't worry." Ron reassured her.
"Next time that maniacal bitch is all yours." Harry added.
"Damn well believe it." Hermione said.
Everyone else in the room stared at them in quiet shock. From what they heard the three had been in a major battle with what sounded like the whole inner circle and were sitting there calm as can be calling out their targets for next time. Molly came out of the kitchen with a tray full of food and set it down in front of them.
"Eat up then, you'll need your strength to recover." She said and left them to it.
They stayed there for a week resting, planning, researching, and practicing. Lupin told them they could use the basement for a research space and the trio turned it into that and practice space. Sound proofing and reinforcing the walls so they needn't worry about anyone upstairs bothering them. They figured out that one of the horocruxes was Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem and went to Hogwarts to recover it. Since school hadn't started yet the place was mostly empty, save for a few teachers that lived there year round. They made quick work of finding the item in question and returned to find headquarters in an uproar.
"What were you thinking bringing her here?" Molly yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Where did you expect us to take her? The Ministry? Azkaban? They would arrest us first!" Mad-Eye yelled back.
"He's right, I'd rather have her here then somewhere they could get her back." Tonks said her tone was one they had never heard in her before, hard and sharp like a goblin blade. Walking further in the room they saw someone with a bag over their head and their hands were tied behind their back. At first they didn't know who it was and were about to ask, until Hermione spotted the tell-tale black corset. A devilish smirk came upon her face and she turned to Ron.
"Go down to the basement and secure the cage." Her voice was icy and chilled him to the bone. Sending her a questioning look she nodded over to the prisoner. Taking her in Harry and Ron instantly recognized the signature outfit and went into action. They sprinted down to the basement. Ron started spelling what used to be equipment lock up so it could now be used as a cell. Harry hid all their research and evidence of their practice sections, only leaving a few deep cuts in the walls made by particularly dark curses they were practicing.
Hermione stayed upstairs with their brand new prisoner. The Order looked at her, confused by Harry and Ron's sprint to the basement. Hermione ignored all of them and focused on Bellatrix. Calling up in her mind the images of her time spent at Malfoy Manor and its ensuing battle. She knew Bellatrix was searching their minds one by one, trying to read them. She could see several members actively trying to keep her out. Not wanting to wait any longer she whistled, as if calling a dog, to get her attention.
The covered head tilted ever so slightly in her direction. A smirk graced her face as she relived the events, focusing on her 'girl time' with Bellatrix. Once Bellatrix realized who's mind she was in she stood up straighter and a hungry look took over her face, though no one could see it. Those somewhat skilled in legimency, i.e. the aurors, took the opportunity to find out what was going on between the two. Mad-Eye got a twisted sort of satisfaction knowing that Hermione wanted revenge for the things running through her mind. 'Finally.' He thought 'Someone is willing to do what needs to be done.' Tonks and Kingsley on the other hand looked at her with horrified expressions.
They hadn't told any of them about what happened before the battle at the manor. Everyone else could see something was going on but had no idea what.
"Hello Muddy." A voice broke the silence, sounding as if it was addressing a lover. It was an all too familiar voice that caused a chill to run down the spines of the twins, who ducked behind the sofa. Hermione walked up to the bound woman being held by Mad-Eye. He let go of her when Hermione stepped up to her, giving them space, but never lowering his wand. Hermione leaned in close to her and whispered back.
"Hello Bella." A lust filled cloud took over Bellatrix's eyes. She could feel the dark magic and even darker intentions coming off the girl in front of her and it turned her on.
"Gone and given me a pet name have you." Bellatrix said, breathing in her sent. Hermione heard her intake and smirked. The rather large group surrounding them was long forgotten.
"Well," she said reaching up and removing the bag, "you've given me one. Made it so I never forget." She said. They locked eyes with one another, each held an evil gleam. Harry and Ron came up at this point. Breaking eye contact Hermione looked over to them. They nodded letting her know everything was ready.
Pulling her eyes back to Bellatrix, "Shall we." Holding her hand out to Mad-Eye he handed her Bellatrix's wand. Bellatrix's jaw immediately tightened when Hermione touched her wand. Hermione saw it and smirked. "I'll take good care of it." She told Bellatrix.
"I leave her to you then." Mad-Eye said having no qualms about what Hermione was sure to do to Bellatrix. In his mind the Order was too soft. Death Eaters killed them left, right, and center without batting an eye, it was time they do the same. All the better they start with the most faithful.
Hermione looked the insane woman over and settled on her chest. Slowly she reached up; images flashing threw her mind of Bellatrix pulling the dagger out, and sure enough out came the same dagger.
"Nice to know you pay attention." Bellatrix said.
"I learned the hard way before." Hermione said, eye's now on the dagger. There was dry blood on it. Turning to Bellatrix she cocked an eyebrow.
"It's yours." Bellatrix answered her obvious question. "How long before you figured out it wouldn't heal?" she questioned, confusing those not privy to Hermione's earlier thoughts. The Order started looking her over for open wounds, but saw nothing while she was in jeans and a long sleeve shirt.
"Two hours of trying, but only thirty minutes to gather that it wouldn't heal." Hermione told her.
"Want to see?" She asked, knowing Bellatrix would desperately want to see her handy work. Bellatrix grinned and nodded her head. Placing Bella's wand and dagger in her back pocket, she pulled out her own wand and waved away the long sleeves. She presented her arm for inspection, and simultaneously put it on display for the whole Order to see. Ignoring the gasps, cries, and shouts of rage she focused on Bellatrix's careful examination of her mutilated flesh. Once she was inspected and deemed passable she escorted Bellatrix to her new cell and left Harry and Ron to stand guard at the door.
She could hear shouts for them to move out of the way and placed a silencing charm and several wards on the door, not wanting to be interrupted. Calling over a chair she shoved Bella onto it and bound her there. Bellatrix watched her walk over to her new cell and inspect the wards that would keep her there. Not liking the job that was done Hermione added a dozen more and made it so only she could let her out. Satisfied with the cell she made her way over to Bella, making sure her arm was in view. Bella's eyes ran up and down the wound as if caressing it. Hermione reached her after what seemed forever and began her own inspection. Bella's classic black corset and dress were torn and burnt in some areas, her hair was more erratic than usual, and ashes and soot covered her.
"You look like shit." Hermione said. Bella huffed and eyed the young witch in front of her. She watched Hermione pull out her wand and cast a cleaning spell.
"You're fucking joking. I carve up your arm and you wash my face." Bella laughed at her. Truthfully she hoped for something more. For the light to show its dark side, to show they weren't above torture and killing. She knew it was true, she could feel it rolling off the girl in front of her, and it was intoxicating.
"Now, now Bella don't worry you'll get your wish." Hermione told her. Looking up Bella could see Hermione concentrating on her and she could feel something moving around in her mind.
"You filthy MUDBLOOD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Bella shouted, closing her mind quickly. Hermione laughed at her.
"You'll see my dark side soon enough, but before that I want you clean and healthy." Hermione informed her, smile still in place. Bending over she placed her mouth right on Bella's ear, lips ghosting over it as she spoke in a hushed tone. "I want to see what I do to you. I want to be sure every bruise, cut, burn, and scar are from me and no one else. You marked me." She cooed in her ear, running her scared arm up and using it to gently cradle Bella's head. "Now, it's my turn." She finished lightly kissing Bella's ear before undoing the binds to the chair and wrenching Bellatrix to her feet by her hair. Bellatrix fought to stifle a moan at the sudden move. Hermione dragged her across the room and threw her in the cell; she stalked out the room without turning back.
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