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One night of the year it happens.
It wasn't possible explain the wild need that had, unusual certainly, but most dangerous. Had no control about and that scared her. She tried recapitulate that feeling that she had over the years. She questioned, trying find logic. Found nothing. When it started, she questioned why it happened, and more intriguing, exactly what happened in that long night of the year. Hermione Jean Granger didn't know and that frustate her in enormious way.
In that night like many others, started with a little headache, when she was in the Great Hall dinning with her friends. She thought that were because of the exams that were coming, spend much time in the library again, barely ated or sleeped, haved a great need to be the best student in potions, but Harry and the halfblood prince were making things difficult and because of so much effort, its was costing her health. "I think i going." She said to the two boys, her friends, Harry and Ron. "So early? You even't have touched in the food Mione." Harry had a worried look on the face. "I am not hungry." Replied. It was a lie, in the moment all she could feel it was a deep hungry and the headache had growed when they talked about food.
It wasn't a need of normal food, particularly is was a desire of something else, delicious. Could not see what was, but it haved the best flavour in the world. It was with this thoughts that she leaved the Great Hall and headed to the dorm of grifindors. She know what would happen, technically she will not remenber about the night, because of that when arrived in her bedroom, changed in some muggles clothes, a jeans, a simple shirt and a thin coat. It was the beggning of december and a fine layer spread on the grounds of the school.
Taking advantage that everyone were still dinning, headed to the forbidden forest, knowing that place no one would bother her. Didn't liked to be found, if it were doing some nasty things. During six years, Hermione searched in the Hogwarts library, every book avaible about possession, curses and even magic creatures. When she found nothing that could help, appealed on Minerva, saying that she would like to study some advanced themes. It didn't take much, Mc Gonagall was very kind of her, such a young witch e so brilliant, every time that looked to Hermione, remembered about herself. In the restriction section she didn't find any answers, start to be despaired.
In her third year, Hermione accepted that was something she didn't have control, and for hers thats was the ordinary, discovered in the worst way in that year. After they rescued Sirius Black from the dementor kiss, Hermione had found the perfect place for test. The Shrieking Shack. No one would appear, even after loud noises. Nothing ocurred like she expected. In that night Hermione cast multiple spells around the house and tied herself in a chair, dropping her wand and kicking far away from her sight, difficulting wathever it was she was doing that night. When waked up in the next day, she found herself in her bed on the school, your wand at side and with her a message in a little piece of papper:
Never do this again or you will regret it.
She find out in the same day that the Shrieking Shack had burned, left in ruins. Hermione got the message. So had begun the teories. If she didn't remenber nothing, so she was possessed, what are very dangerous and compromising, because of prior events with Ginny in the last year. It wasn't Riddle, she was sure, in her first year have happened tried think in someone or something, but why the motive to do it? She was a muggleborn, despicable in the wizarding comunite, and if was the case, what was the reason it does in justaleatorynight of the year? Her research in the books said about a possible demoniac possession, but the rituals and process was very complex and the witch needed to be of age, accepting the demon soul in her body. Hermione haved reasons to believe that she did not divide her body with any magic creature and the another possibilities was very ridiculous. Seeing all the options, she could think that Riddle haved some powers beyond compreension, but he was dead in her third year. He did come back in the Tri-Wizard tornaument, four years after the beggning of the incidents.
Sighing of frustation, Hermione arrived in the heart of the forbidden forest. If that doesn't make her bad and didn't hurt anyone, whatts the matter? Maybe, deep in her soul something have a desire to do things that she normaly wouldn't do it, like breaking rules, doing pranks in the slytherins. Remembered of Malfoy and the punch in his face, smiled happy. " Maybe its not so bad, maybe I just go to London and have fun like any other teenager. But what kind of fun a eleven year old girl would have in the night of London? Why i cant remenber that nights? I am doing something so bad, that if I remember, couldn't live with the memory? I dont have the courage to hurt somebody, animal or human. If I go to London? How do I even do it?" The scholl grounds don't permit apparition and the Ministery would look into it, because she was not of age and couldn't do it in the muggle world. It wasn't using the floo network too and certainly notportkey. In the forbidden forest probably doesn't have some kind of transportation for her use. When more questions she ask, more confusing the things became.
She closed the eyes and got consumed by the painful sensation. The headache have gone, but the hungry was unbearable. Never felt so hungry like this, it was something new to that night, mostly of the time was just the headache some burning sensation, a magic beat. Now was the deep hungry in her belly, like she doesn't eated for ages. It was with this sensation that she pass out in the middle of the forest, the moon full in the sky. A storm nearby.
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She was animated to begin her first year in Hogwarts, after all, what kind of kid would not be excited? Magic was real, she's not a weird person in the end, in reality is was very special. Finaly was going to meet people like her. Already read the most of the books they buyied for the school year. She was very eager to learn inumerous things. "How must be the classes?" So excited about many possibilities. Whem the Granger family arrived in King's Cross, found themselves wonderstruck with everything that they saw, from the people with stranger outfits to the diferent kind of animals. Hermione's father had been reluctant in the beggning, believe that magic could exist it was a big step to the unknow. His daugher always hade done some things inexplicable. He accepted the reality when Minerva become a cat in his sight, couldn't denied, otherwise was going crazy and imagining things.
Jean Granger, very diferente from her husband, after seeing Minerva and heard that her sweet child was a witch anda have been accepted in a renowed school of magic, became very happy. Now everythin was making some sense. The toys that always haved go back to her room alone, and another unbelievable things. It was with much pleasure that she accompanied Hermione to Diagon Alley. Always imagned that her daugher would be diferente, prayed for something good happens to the child, she was so alone, never had a lot of friends, being called of a weirdo in the normal school. Everything have resolved.
Hermione had imagned that the school would offer some kind of adventures, because of the magic, but even with that she couldn't expected what happened. First because she became friend of two boys, strange for a girl in her age. One of the boys was very rude, and the other was the famous Boy Who Lived. But the complications didn't end there, after that strange conection withe them, she haved to deal with the slytherins, they hated her because who she was. So the strange things in the third floor, Fluffy, the challenges to stop Snape, to discover that was professor Quirrel, who was possessed by Voldemort, The dark lord. After all this events, it had one thing she couldn't explain.
In that night she was in the library, like always. She was studing spells classe, with a book from the second year. Her head was starting to ache, from nowhere. "Probably is my time to sleep, to go bed." Putting the books back in the shelves, headed to the dorms. It was almost passing the hour anyway. She was felling exausted, like had run a marathon, thats was very weird. "My sleep its in check, regulated like the muggles doctors spoked, mother's gonna's kill me if she discovers I am going slepp so late, I think I shoul-." Stoped the line of thinking because of the strong pain in her head, so powerful that she had falling in her knees. Her head fells like it was going to burst, felling a enormous desire to scream. Suddenly she was extremaly weak, several aches in her chest appeared and start to spread over the belly, thighs and arms and into her fingertips, like some kind of fire. "I am dying?" Her vision become a blur, was with dizziness, couldn't know whow much time spend on her kness, but appeared like hours, because the pain was decreasing.
"Miss Granger, are you okay?" Mcgonagall haved emerged from a corner, carrying in her hands some books, she was dressed to sleep it. After seeing a girl in her knees and backwards to her, Minerva quickly recognised the wild curls in the girl's and became worried, she could be sick or worst. "I am just fine, professor, just stumbled." Replied Hermione, without turning to the teacher, she was staring at her back. "Do you need any help to get up?"
"Thats its not necessary, I didn't hurt myself." Hermione still in had backwards to professor when got up, turning slowly in the direction of Minerva, the face was hidden by the hair. "You should pay more attention on where you walkink girl,could stumbled in the stairs. And what are you doing out of bed, its already passed the time to sleep, Miss Granger." Asked Minerva, her face started became angry, was hurried, needing finishing some paperwork. "I was in the library professor, lost track of time, I am sorry."
"Ha off course, I understand you Miss Granger, sometimes we lost ourselfs in the books, very well, now go back to your dorm before another professor find you and discount points of our house, have a good night." Minerva headed to her own bedroom, with thoughs of joy, it had been a long time ago that someone so young was so dedicat, in her first year. What the professor didn't had observed that was the Hermione's voice had a little husky and that she really needed help in that night. Because she didn't remenber that conversation or any other things that night.
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She hated Lucius Malfoy, even before the marriage, never truly fancied him, always arrogant, thking that he was better than the others purebloods, so ridiculous, thought Narcissa. In that time nothing could change her parents decision, they already haved pronounced the marriage and she didn't haved the power to say no. After all her only purpose was to bring heirs and to be a great housewife, her mother sayed. She didn't blame her, because Cruela was raised in that manners, in a more hard way, blamed father, always severe with the daughters and indgnant that he didn't have a male heir. Narcissa was the princess of the house, Andromeda the black sheep and Bellatrix the pride of the family. Narcissa laughed. "How much irony, if they were alive to see what she becomed." That was very sad, Bella in her sane years was a great sister.
Always the most rigorous about the purebloods and mudbloods, when married Rodolphus Lestrange, she was radiant, Narcissa finded very strange, because her sister didn't liked him. "Its the meaning of the marriage Cissy, even not being the love of my life, it couldn't be better, don't you think? After all, he is a pureblood, thats enough." Explained Bellatrix to her sister. Narcissa didn't think that was sufficient, she wishes to choose her husband, was a fact that must be a pureblood, but someone she loved. Couldn't imagine herself with haldbloods or mud ones. "Leave that shame to Andy." Thought with disgust.
Its had been years that she didn't talk with her middle sister, not that before they were intimate, but were melancholic remember the afternoons in the garden, the three of them just enjoying life, without to worry about marriages, Dark lords or children. How she hated Luscius, puting in the danger the thing she loved most. Damn hour that Voldemort decided revenge of her husband using her only son, with a suicide task. Fucking Bellatrix that follow the dark lord like a dog and envolve the family into his business. Insisting that her family would willing help him. She couldn't receive letters from her Draco, because of Voldemort. She wished that Snape could save her son.
Narcissa agreed with Voldemort that was necessary some kind of control in the mudbloods, they couldn't participate in magic world, because more the time passes, more muggle tradictions dissipate in the wizarding world, like a plague. She didn't see the need to do a war and principally involving kids, whn more she thinked about, more anxious she stayied. "Cissy" Called Bella, leaning in the door of the library, she was dressing her death earther clothes, the traditional black corset, the cape falling in her thin shoulders. Azkaban tried to destroy the beauty of her sister, the face was ununtouched, maybe a little bony, nothing that a good alimentation don't could resolve. The black eyes were always alert, below, was heavy dark stains, sleeped bad because of the nightmares. Bellatrix lokeed like a beautiful ghost. Just have been arrived from a raid. "What's Bella?".
"The Dark Lord wishes to speak with you." Replied her sister in a impacient way, it seemed anxious with something.
"Now?" Narcissa was very worried, it was very rare when Voldemort called for her and when he do it, never had been good News. "Now Cissy, our Lord don't like to wait." Said a euforic Bella, for her was paradise being called by him. Followed Bellatrix in her own house, stopping when they arrived in the 'reunions room', Narcissa stopped, waiting for Bella. "Now Cissy, he desire to speak alone with you." "A-Alone?" Now she finded herself with fear in veins, never stayied alone in the presence of the dark lord.
When entered the room, the first thing that she looked was the imense snake Nagini, she was on the top of the mahogany table, like she was slepping, but Narcissa knowed that she was waiting for dinner. Voldemort was sitting in a chair, on the other side of the room, was tall, pallid, didn't have a nose and certainly ono the most uggly things that Narcissa had seen.
"Wish to speak with me, my lord?" Narcissa was nervous, alone, it was kind of obvious that she was gona receiv a task or worst, a punishment. Nothing that Voldemort would say could make her happy. "My dear Narcissa, sit." Speaked with a false care, what was more terrifying.
"I think its time for you show your loyalt, because of that I am gonna need you do to something for me." Narcissa feeled the body becamed tense with the words. "Please, everything but other than killing someone, any-."
"You will follow a person this night, discover whatever she is going to do, watch with attention, because I would like to use your memory and predict the steps of my enemy, is that clear Narcissa?" Voldemort had a grave tone, more intimidating, denouncing that he's would not gonna accept no as answer. Without chances of failure, because that will result in the punishment of her family. Narcissa was just another peon on the table, ready to be discard if necessary. "No one of my inner circle can go outside because of the ministery, but you is perfect for the job." Narcissa swallowed, her mouth dry. "Who I must follow, my lord?".
"Like you know Narcissa, Potter have two inseparable friends, that I presume, must be aware of his plans and probaly his weakness, if capture one of them, he would come to the rescue, because he is stupid, you understand?" Narcissa noded with the head, looking to her lap, her posture was erect, tense, her hand are humid with sweat. "Tonight, when Greyback was visiting Burgin and Burkes, he had saw the mudblood Granger in the Leak Cauldron. You understand that you must go now? We can't loose this oportunity." Narcissa when heard the name of the store, felt her heart ache, Fenrir was going to verificate the progress in Draco's task.
Narcissa had a relief felling when get out of the room, after all her task was more easy than she could think, all needed to be done was watch the mudblood Hermione Granger. "Its not going to be all bad, its been a time since I go to Diagon Alley, maybe I drink a little firewhisky, while observing." Was in really need of a drink, to relieve stress. Going to bedroom, changed for more darken clothes, putting the dark blue cape in her shoulders, headed to garden, from there apparated to her destiny. Didn't have any ideia what the night was reserving for her.
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"Mommy, don't you think this is weird? Its the second time that happened, I should have telled to the professor, I know they woul have a solution for this." Exclaimed a twelve year old Hermione, excited and worried, telling her adventures to mother. They are in the kitchen, preparing dinner, her father was going to be late, so both decided to cook together, like a little pass time.
"Dear, I don't see the need to so much worry, you always sufered from a bit of somnambulism when more younger, with so many things happening, I don't think that was a problem. You already say that woke up in your bed, like nothing happened? Probaly don't remenber going to bed." Jean was trying to calm down her daugher, remembering the moments of her childhood, sometime she finded the girl in the corridor speaking in the dreams. Sighed. "Time is tpassing so fast, look at your size now. Hummm, maybe some haircut and new clothes to…"
"MOM" Screamed a worried Hermione.
"WHAT?" Jean was scared thiking that her little girl was hurt, when she look to the stove and finded out the problem, the eggs are burned. "Damn, sorry baby, I was distracted."
"You should get a vacation, you working to much with daddy, it was the third time today." Hermione didn't liked that her parentes work too much, like a addiction.
"Well, I was waiting for your father's, to tell you the news together, but since you so worried about, we going to France this summer darling, so vacation for all of us it seems." Jean announced happy to her daughter.
Hermione run to her mother, giving a big hug, always wanted to trip to another country. Amazing vacation.
"I think we should order some pizza." Comented a dissapointed Jean, looking to the eggs.
"YEAH." Hermionu gived a little jumps to celebrate. They forgot about they were talking, eating pizza and focusing in the travel to France.
More late in that night, Hermione laid in her bed, anxious because of the trip, already was planning what to get and what books to read in the travelling. But even after so good news, that wasan't the problem. It was that damn night again. She was certain that she was not a somnambulist. Even if she was, her dorms mates would warn her about, right? And in that night in her second year, she waked up dirt. She was afraid, what if was doing something dangerous or forbiden, the symptoms are very aleatory, so it was difficult to know when was the day. She was in the library, seeing if can learn more about the chamber of secrets, because of the target of the monster, muggle-borns.
In the next morning, after the night without memorys, Hermione found herself in her clothes of griffindor, that was strange because she always sleep with pijamas. Never slepped like that before, was very uncomfortable. The last thing she remenber was being in the library, doing a research. Outside the sky was failing, strong lightnings. So begun a imense heat, like fire, inside her. After some minutes it was like hell was in her veins, spreanding for all her body, just like invisible lines, throbing….
"Magic." Hermione susurred, before close her eyes.
Lost in thoughts, so many possibilities, so many questions. She was to young and yet, already has won a lot of challengs with her friends. She never told about the night to them. "Strange, I never told something about this, maybe I forgot, we are worried about other things. Well, that was for sure very dumb Hermione, if happens again, I just need to question them." With the mind more calm, Hermione slepped, gone to the realm of dreamns. Maybe this year, nothing would happen, and if do its, she would take the necessary measures. Didn't like to think that she was breaking rules.
Hermione never had a chance to question her friends about that night in next years, because like something presencing danger nearby, the oportunity neve came.
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It was a very cold that night, out of ordinary. The London's sky had heavy and dark clouds, snow start falling and probaly acompained by rain in a short distance, thunders cut through the night, forming strange shapes in the sky, scaring the little childs, disturbing the locals and of course annoying the Narcissa.
"Shit, it could rain in another time, my cape its gonna get dirt with mud, if I have to persue that mudblood in London streets." It looked like not everything was going to be so easy in her task. She was standing in front of the leak cauldron, it seemed that with low fluxe of clients, just like the rest of diagon alley.
"I wouldn't go out either, with this war situation, mayhem and death, surely I stayid in home. But I am not mudblood, not a target to kill but a huntress." Narcissa laughed. "What a shit of hunt, damn war."
Liked she had suspect, the place was almos empty and she was with a little lucky, Hermione was backwards to the door when got in. Sitting in a table more hidden, from there could see the balcony where the girl was, she already had ask for a drink. Narcissa did the same, being attended in her table, request for something with low alcohol, she did want fireywhisk, but the night could always become dangerous. It had six people in the room, three man on a table, the owner, Hermione and herself. The three mans looked to the girl, like if they knowed her. That could be trouble.
"More problems, if they tried something I could lose my prey." Sighed, now it's to observe the details. She was a cold woman, could manage with them after or before get problematic.
Looking to the woman girl, hair lesser wild, but yet rebeld, opaque brown as the same color of the eyes, the diference are the shine that acompanied the orbs, the face seemed tired, the mouth a little chapped like suffering from a desidration. She was using muggle clothes, a specie of trousers, purple shirt and a thin coat of wool. Simple and muggle, like the most of the mudbloods.
"She's not felling cold? Its freezing out there." Narcissa was intrigued, she didn't know somebody that had that resistance to the cold. She questioned herself how the girl walked from the school to there, she had the tracker from the ministery and couldn't do any magic. Not apparation and surely any other spell to warm up. "How you get out of the castle? If she do it, Draco could to, it migh be useful." Narcissa digest the idea, maybe she should follow her until the school and discover the trick ou hidden passage in Hogwarts.
In that moment the front door open with a loud crack, standing was woman that could be considered exotic, had a hair like fire, if you looked with direct eyes, appears to be red and if do it by corner of the eyes, it was several tones of Orange. She was tall for a woman, probaly a 1,70 meters, thin, lhad a port of some kind warrior. Big and intens green eyes. Using a dark large coat, carrying a bag that maked noise like rocks when she walked. It was using boots of dragon leather, very exppensive, the hair was tied back in a relaxed bun. It looked very young, but the eyes had a very aged gaze. Witchs had a extended life.
The woman got straight to the conter. Sat at Hermione's side and give her a hug, smilling. That catch the interest of Narcissa, she was a ally to Potter? Although never saw her before, was sure that woman was not from England, that she could confirme.
Hermione felt comfortable with the woman, they started to talk and Narcissa could heard just the beginning.
"You bring what I asked?" Asked Hermione puxing from the pocket a small bag with galeons.
"Yessssss" Answered the woman, had a rellay heavy accent, not brittish. "You sssshould take precaution, thisss runesss are very rare."
Hermione smiled and gived the bag to the woman, she opened and looked to confirm her payment, a smile surging in her face, putting in the balcony the heay bag she was carrying and sayied something to Hermione. She couldn't hear because started raining outside, thunders to louders. Sighed frustrate. Now it's not the time for that. They chated for a few minutes, the woman give Hermione a hug and dissaparate from the room. In the same time the girl get up a leave. Sneakly followed her. When they get to muggle London, Narcissa casted a illusion spell and went after her. The rain was getting strong and Hermione seemed unshakeable, what she migh had, must be very important. Few souls walked in the streets, it was passed midnight and the rain don't seemed stopping soon. The persecution continued by two hour into the night, Narcissa was begginning feel tired. The girl just walk. Well, she couln'd returno to Hogwards walking, so Narcisa followed.
The goal was inside of a forest, like the same in the school, had entered her a thirty minutes ago. The trees were shaking with the storm, all it coulded be heard was the branch striking each other. It didn't have a defined trail in so much water falling, Hermione was visible some foots ahead, seemed to know where is going, musted do ita lot of times. All her clothes were wet and dirt, the hair stuck in her back. She stopped after the appearing of a cabin. Doing a moviment with her right hand the house got ilumined. Oppened the door and got in. The cabin looked like was abandoned, the little porch was covered in vines, the plants pots empty. In that huge rain, Narcissa got impressed that the house didn't falled apart. "Certaily is sustained by magic, the struture seems rotten."
She slowly approached the house, taking out the wand, checked with had any spell was protecting it. What a surprese to discover that it didn't have one, after all, Draco spoked so much o the know-it-all. She expected a little resistence, she did not complain, that maked things easy. Arriving in the window and taked a look inside of the house, all dark, like the glass was black.
"Maybe she have taken a little precaution after all, interesting." Surrounding the house, she finded a back door. Leaned against the wall she waited for five minutes, no one comings out of the door. Putting the hand in the door handle she finded out that was open. Entered in the house.
Inside was hot, more cozy, clearing the ear she payed attention on the sounds of the house, distinguishing some sounds. Running water, likely a bathroom, and from the form that it falls, somebody was taking a shower. Sighed, that facilitated the things, could do a fast research in the house before approach the girl, taking her to the dark lord, that could bring him little satisfaction. Smiled, finaly something good.
The back door lead to a corridor, in the other side was possible see some kind oflight flaming, a fireplace. At her right have two doors, one was semi open, a light and the sound of water coming out. The other was closed. In her left was just one door. The house was small and the corridor was tight. Headed firt to the close door on the right, pushing slowly the door and whispering "Lumos", after all were was that light that she had saw? The door was from a small bedroom, a bed, wardrobe and a table. The aspect was old and dirtied, like the rest of the house. It was all empty. She couldn't see ereything clearly, the light was too little and she doesn't wanna get caught. In the left door of the corridor she found a larg room, with a very large table and no chairs, it revest by carpet, walking in the room she found a trapdoor below the carpet.
"Some secrets, let's see, what are you hidding in this end of world? Could be a portkey, if I am luck enough" Narcissa pulled slowly the trapdoor and closed when was going down the stairs, now she didn't see nothing because of the darkness, so increased the ligth in her wand. The first thing she payed attention was the strange simbols in the ground, in the middle of the room, that was so large that couldn't see the end, the drawing had very strange forms, certaily not runics, it was not unfamiliar to Narcissa, but she couldn't remenber what was the meaning. Near the stairs was a table with the aspect of new, above was some kind of tools, never had saw something like that, probably muggle. Very sharp ferraments, for cut, they are shinning, like had been polished. Heading to the middle of the room, looking in to the simbols, lifting the wand above her head and she analysed the drawing.
"It looks like a constelation, by this perspective, this certaily a moon and that would be mars, better if I get a little distanct." She was basicly in the center of the drawing. "A yes, now its obvious, this is a-." Jumped with fear when heard a small noise behind her. Chains. Looking to the end of the room she appured the ears for more sounds.
"Help me, please..." A whisper came from the dark, the noise grew loud. That was a person? Getting nearby and almost screamed with she had saw. It was a person chained to the wall, by arms and ankles. The man was with the face disfigured, the mouth was cuted, a enormius rip going to the right ear, if looked with attention it was possible seen the muscles of his mouth. It didn't have one of the eyes. It was naked and it had been castrate. The right hand was without fingers and left leg was broken in a unatural position. Yet he could rock one of the arms and make noises. Narcissa stayed there for a time, the man staring at her. She decided what to do.
Certainly Hermione wasan't the inocent girl that appeared to be, not the griffindor princess. She had a felling to puke. The man was dirt and covered in blood. Pulled away and got to the trapdoor. She nedeed to get out, that was not the Order work, they couldn't bee so barbaric, could they? Did they know the person they so proudly trust? Getting out slowly of the basement, she noticed that running water had stopped, in the corridor she hear a noise coming from the fireplace, like pans.
"That must be the kitchen" Enjoying that the girl was busy, headed to the back door, everything she desire was leave of the house. When get to the forest, she was going to apparate to home. Walking silence to the door, wand low and saying "Nox". The path was very dark. Stretching the hand to the door, felt someone take her wrist and pulled her to a corner. The moviment was too fast, felt the other wrist being grasped and droped the wand in the floor. Screamed with fear.
"Well well, I am really disappointed Narcissa, you work so hard to follow me in the forest and when arrives in my house, you just let the dirt footprints all over my house?" Hermione laughed in her ear. The voice was grave, husky, like a sensual whisper, she shivered. With a click of fingers the house got ilumined again. Narcissa saw her mistake, had a lot of footprints in the corridor. She got terrified, she was not going to make it alive. She was with the back to Hermione, trapped in her arms. Glued to her back, she licked with force her ear lob. She got nauseous with the reaction of her body, because a chill rised from her back and a hot sensationstarted in her low venter, a fire that had dissapeared. She didn't know what to do, to get out of the situation.
"And you was just leaving without saying hi to the hostess, I thought you are more educated than that, no? Whispered in her ear, the mouth so close that she could feel the lips moving. Narcissa trembled with so much proximity. The hands that were in her wrists started travel over her body, first to the her stomach, doing circular moviments around her belly button with the fingertips. One of the hands got up to her breast, squeezing lightly, doing a massage over the bra. The other gettd down on her body, going dorectly to her clit, doing the same moviments, above the underwear. Narcissa couldn't hold the moan. The heavy breath in her neck, the likes and kiss, so stimulating. Felt like a aura was above them, dark, heavy, loaded with lust, she could feel magic spreading over her body like a snake, trying to kill her with pleasure. She didn't know how much time they stayied in that sexual embrace, but her pants was soaked and her nipples very hardened. Could feel behind her, Hermione so excited too, doing little moviments with the hips againts Narcissa's.
Could'nt understand how her body reacted that way, so positive with the stimulation, even after she had saw something so nauseous. How dared that filthy mudblood touch her. How could she feel so much desire with just a whisper, so little touches? It had been years that didn't have a sexual encouter, slept in a diferente room, separate from Luscius, never ached for his touch. Don't desired anyone either, woman or man.
"Hum, we can take care of this after dear, now I need to dinner." With a kiss into her neck, she headed to the fireplace, without understand why, Narcissa follwed her to the kitchen. She didn't have her wand and certainly the doors ared closed. It was not piss her of, she could die fast, without soo much blood like man below them. When arrived to the kitchen, Hermione was already eating, she couldn't define what. It seemed be raw, by the blood in her plate. Looking better to the mudblood, she was with diferente clothes, like pijamas. The hair was wet, falling in her back, the flames seemed to shine in her eyes, the pupils dilated. It looked like a ordinary teenager, except the blood in her hands. Narcissa screamed, finally seing what Hermione eate with so keen.
They were human fingers.
"Sit Narcissa, we have a lot to discuss, it seemns." Giving her a blodd smille, Hermione pointed to the chair in her front. "After all, its still two in the morning, we have enought time to chat about what you had saw, don't get worried, I not gonna kill you. I was expecting you, I fear that need a little help from you Narcissa." She sayied staring her, the eyes shined in a yellow color, mixing with the brown. It was going to be a long night.
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"Where you been last night? When we arrived in the dorm, you aren't in the common room or in your the bedroom, something happened Mione? Asked a apprehensive Harry, his friend didn't just simple disappear.
"I was doing some research about potions in the library." Hermione learned lie about those nights, it was not so important and she didn't want to worry her friends.
"You should rest a little, this is not good for you." Finished Harry, eating his food.
"I don't know, Mione looks beautiful today Harry." Said Ron, shoving in his mouth a large toast.
In this morning Hermione felt very good, she had waked up with a good humor, was in her pijamas. Was more confidente, like she knowed things no one would (that was a fact), but she seemed more strong, a sensantion of superiority and a hug desire to prank the slytherins. Didn't remenber the last time that felt so good with herself, maybe when finded out that she was a witch. She was walking with shoulders erect, strong steps and a smile in the eyes. Didn't understand the implicance from Harry, never had saw her appearance so great. The hair was shining, alive, the toth more withe, with a positive aura above her, she received a lot of smilings and hellos from her fellows. She felt powerful, magic spreaded all over body, waiting for a oportunity for escape. And wasan't just her that felt it to, when getting near to disturbe Hermione, Pansy stoped in silence, mouth open. Very weird.
"Something very important must happened last night, very good by the way." She thinked when was eating her toast.
Today they had potion classes, professor Slughorn asked them to make a antidote. Started to seperate the ingredients when a idea surged in her mind.
"Benzoar serve as antidote for thousand kinds of poison." But of course, she runned to the cabinet and gived the benzoar to the professor.
"Well Miss Granger, very bold of you, 20 point to griffindor for the audacity and more 10 for the creativity, class dismissed." Said Slughorn, looking at her with pride.
In the lunch, Ron asked to her. "That was bloody brilliant, how did you know that was gonna work?"
"It appeared in my mind, I had readed in some book about the properties of the benzoar, good antidote, why not try something out of the box, like the muggles say." Replied a very proud Hermione, finaly passed the halfblood prince and Harry in the class.
More late in that day, when sitied in the library, studing advanced matters, she remenbered the answers surged in her mind, like a insight. It was sothing related to the last night? It was getting her more intellectual?
"Could be a reencarnation of a famous wizard or a prodigy waking up." Putting away the books of arimanticy, headed to restricted section, Irma gived the free pass, seemed that Hermione would fullfill her promise to keep the books safe. Walking among the shelfs, didn't know was looking for, but something called her. In the last shelf she found a red book, below all the others, it was old and without name. Opening it she didn't undertand the language, a mix of latim and something else.
"Maybe is a oriental language, never saw this simbols in a latim idiome. What is could be? Chinese, japanose, even ara-." Stopped the thinking, hear a laugh in her ear, turning fast to the other side of the corridor, it was empty. She passed the hand in the air, to see if was one of the boys tryind to prank her. Nothing.
"Strange, maybe I am just imagning things, gonna read this book, seems very important." Headed to nearby table na tryied decifre the codes of the book. Discovered that wasan't oriental, like less ocidental too. Even a magical creature language didn't work. The night was approaching.
"What its the mean of write a book that no one can understand. What a bad joke. Probaly its something so old that don't have a transl-." Stopped again, this time she heard a whisper, apuring the ear and didn't seemed to come from the library, it was inside her. Focused, Hemione could understand the words inside her head.
"Hermione...Hermione" The voice whispered, like if needed help. "What, how you are in my head, who is you?" She was confused, she didn't know any magic capable of a distant telapatic conexion. The voice didn't aswered. It continued whispering her name, more desperate, until became loud screamns in her head.
"STOP SCREAMING, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" So stunned that didn't noticed that was speaking loud in the library. But the voice answered the question.
"Freedom."Was the last thing she heard that night.