Title: The House Elf Curse
Pairings: Hermione/Remus
Warnings: Language
Summary: The light is losing and the only hope left is Hermione. The order have transformed her into a house elf to spy on Death Eaters. But what happens when her heart falls in love with one particular marauder?
Note: For The Blame Me Challenge by CeliaEquus ;)
We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own. ~Ben Sweetland
Hermione entered the meeting and all she could hear was shouting. Order members were shouting at each other across the room, desperate for someone to come up with a plan to win this bloody war. Hermione cleared her throat in order to be heard, but nobody heard her apart from one. Again, she cleared her throat but nobody even noticed her enter to notice her standing there.
Finally, she lost her patience and she marched over to the table, slamming her fists down on to them. Red marks appeared on both sides of her hands but she ignored them as she glared in to each and every member of the order who have finally stopped arguing.
"What do you think you are doing? Fighting like children?" She hissed. "This is what Voldemort wants and we are not about to give in! We are not children any more, we are adults who are prepared to fight the dark side! Not to fight amongst ourselves!" Several members flinched at Hermione's raised tone of voice and others looked away in shame.
"Since all of you can't think of anything, I have found a plan." She said smugly. They began to whisper amongst themselves, wondering what she has in store for them and Mad Eye stood up to speak.
"And what is this plan of yours, Miss Granger?"
Still smug, she took out a heavy, ancient blue book and she placed it on the table, wiping off the dust.
"This," She said proudly.
"A book?" Kingsley asked with an raised eyebrow.
"Vivamus Justo," She whispered, tracing the title with her fingers. The members looked at each other with a raised eyebrow before turning back to Hermione.
"What does it mean?" Harry asked curiously.
"It's Latin. It means Dark Transformations,"
"You're going to use dark magic?" Moody growled. Hermione merely grinned.
"Yes. But only if you listen to my plan first before you become all judgemental." She glared at everyone around the table before slowly opening the book and turning to a particular page.
"The House Elf Curse," She read aloud and Ron and Harry groaned at the title but everyone else moved in to listen closer. She cleared her throat.
"The House Elf Curse is highly advance magic and only two wizards have ever managed to complete it, one has had terrible out comes but the other, a success. If done right, you can transform into a house elf. If done wrong, you have been warned that you will be cursed forever,"
"A House Elf Curse? But what is the purpose of this?" Remus asked.
"The purpose of this, is that I'm going to transform myself into a house elf and spy on the Death Eaters for you," She whispered.
There was a moment of silence before outrage of shouts began once more
Hermione sighed tiredly.
This was going to be a long day.