Disclaimer: If I owned Rowling's characters I would of ended Deathly Hallows very differently(since I do not own them, I resort to writing about them in Fan-Fiction)


GRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND

Chapter Two


"Harry." Remus knocked on the door. "Come on Harry, open up." He knocked on the door again.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry growled as he turned over on the bed, facing away from the door.

Remus knocked again. "Harry, you know very well I cannot do that. Now open this door." he said in a huff. "Would you rather talk to Ginny…because I'll go get her Harry?" Harry stood up and stomped to the door, swinging it open and Remus took a step back and watched as Harry dove into his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"It's my entire fault Moony." Remus hugged him close tucking Harry's head under his chin, as his hands streamed through his hair and down his back, comforting him. He cradled Harry, leading him to his bed and assisting him in sitting down. "I should have never allowed her to go out on her own."

"Shh…Shh…Shh. Harry it's not your fault." Remus soothed as he held onto Harry. "None of this is your fault Harry." Remus rocked him, as he continued to comfort Harry as he cried. Remus' allowed his own tears to fall, as he squeezed Harry close to him. "Stop blaming yourself for things we cannot control."


You're laughing at me from beyond the grave…aren't you Albus? You knew the dark Lord would reward me with your old post….you knew, didn't you? His mind seethed as his eyes smoldered as he looked into his reflection, dabbing his hands in the water filled sink before him before he brought it through his hair. I should have allowed that potion to kill you…old codger.' his fingers gripped his scalp as they moved through his hair, picking through knots as his grimaced. I can't believe I'll be in charge of dunderheads…I'm sure Minerva will not be pleased with this…I doubt you even trusted her with our plan…, he shook his head as he left the bathroom and into his hallway, where bookshelves lined the walls, some crooked and broken, others had books slacked sideways, and lined up. The whole house was filled with books, not only potions but a variety of subjects to include muggle.

I'm so happy Worm-tail was beckoned on some other business… he shook his head as he made his way to his kitchen, which wasn't much. His house wasn't exactly cozy nor the cleanest but it was sufficient. He took the lid off the pot on the stove and took a whiff of its contents before closing it back up. Not yet finished…nearly adequate, he nodded as he walked to a cabinet and pulled out a small favorable bowl and went to a drawer and pulled out a suitable silver spoon and placed them on the counter next to the stove. I hope that rat dies…Perhaps I could boil him in oil and make this soup more flavorful.


Hermione bit down on her lower lip as the man before her gripped her shoulders and within the moment she was in his grasp her chest was bare before him, supplying him a nice few of her two supple mounds of flesh and her little sag of belly. She crossed her arms almost immediately, but his hands slid down her arms pulling her arms away from her form, his left hand gripping her right wrist twisting it in a painful direction forcing her to drop her wand as his aqua steal eyes were locked on her soft brown doe hues.

"You may be but a mere child, but you shall make a wonderful apprentice." He whispered in her ear as his hands continued to gently caress her bare skin, feathering delicate designs on her skin with his fingertips as he crouched to her level, making their eyes level as his hands moved to her waist. "In time you will learn what that means." He tried to kiss her lips, but she turned her head and his lips found her neck, he took in her scent and breathed it in deeply.

She tried to cover herself, only to find her wrists bond by his hands forever to her sides. "Never hide your flesh from me, child. For that would be unwise…" In order to prove his point, her jogging pants dispersed as quickly as her top, she gasped when she felt the cool air throughout her entire form. "Beautiful, simply beautiful. My apprentice…"

She trembled beneath his gaze her thoughts finally hazing through the reality of it all. This should not be happening… If she could have ran away, she would have done so. But she was trapped in the unreality of the place and she knew if she tried she'd just end up running back into him; it went full circle no matter which direction she would take.

"Oh…but it is happening, my dear apprentice…and to prove it to you…" he stood up and forced her to float before him. She rose off the ground as if gravity had no effect, even her hair lifted as if it were weightless. His smile grew when he saw fear in her eyes and he took advantage when she opened her mouth to scream. His lips pressing against hers as his arms wrapped around her form, forcing her into intimacy. His tongue descended stretching its way passed hers and down her throat. Fierce pain went through her entire form as she gagged on his tongue that slithered like a snake through her throat and down into the core of her form; sharp intense pain like fire and ice went through her as breathing became a hard task.

This is it…I'm dying was her only thoughts as she tried to thrash away from the man that held her captive, bright fierce marks: ancient symbols in the colors representing the elements appeared all over her silky skin. Her hair shinned a bright blinding white and swirls of grey spread from her scalp and swallowed the ringlets entirely forcing her hair to grow further down her back as swirls of vibrant blue appeared inter mixed with swirls of silver and white. When her convulsions finally stopped, the man released her from his searing kiss, and aided her naked form to the grassy floor.

"No, my apprentice…you shall live so much longer than you'll ever realize." his aqua steal hues gleamed down at her, the symbols glowing dimmed until the marks only left a red tinted scars throughout her body, yet only one symbol appeared along the hair line on the right side of her face.


"We should be in there!" Harry pointed to the room, the Order of the Phoenix had gathered, "They still don't trust us! How could they not trust us?" Harry seethed as Ginny made her way to him.

"Harry…it's not that they don't trust us. It's that they want to protect us." Ginny said softly as she pressed herself into his chest, tucking her head under his chin as her arms light wrapped around him in comfort. "I know you have to be in the middle of it, but they don't want you to be, Harry. They need time to adjust to the situation at hand."

"What if Voldemort has her, Ginny?" Harry whispered into her hair as he found his arms wrapping around her small form. "What if she's being tortured by him right now?"

"I highly doubt that Harry. If that were true he would have made a great announcement in order to lure you into a well devised trap…" Ginny found her eyes watering as she shook her head into his shirt. "Hermione's a big girl, Harry. She'll come back…I'm sure of it." She tried to convince Harry as well as herself as she hugged him tight.

"I'm just worried; Ginny…she's like that nagging older sister I never had while I was growing up. You know?" Harry kissed the top of her forehead as his own tears fell down his cheeks. "My god, Ginny…I don't know what I'd have done if I had never met her. I would have died loads of times before this without her…" Ginny smacked his chest.

"Harry, don't think that way please. We have to be positive." Ginny kissed his chest, and looked up to him. "She was a good friend to me too Harry. I could have never got through school without her coaching me through some of Snape's nasty essays…"

"She helped you?" Harry asked arching a brow.

"Well, whenever I didn't understand something Snape had said I'd ask her about it." She shrugged. "I thought I was stupid after she explained some of the things to me, Harry." she laughed into his chest, as tears never did cease to fall from her simple blue eyes.


"Ron…come on…let's play some wizard's chess. You can play against me and George, and we'll see whose better: one mind or two." Fred said as he entered the Black Library followed by his other half, George.

"I don't think so…" Ron said as he turned over on the couch to face the bookshelves. "Just go away…" he wasn't crying, but he sure as hell wanted to, just looking at the books reminded him of Hermione. Damn it Hermione you should have let us come with you…now look at what's happened. We don't even know.

"Come on Ron, play us. You can beat the pants off us and we can call it a day." chimed in Fred as he looked down onto his little brother as he stepped into his view. "It'll be fun."

"No…go away." Ron sulked as he brought the pillow from under him on top of his head.

"Don't make us put a spell on you Ronald. We'll do it, you know?" George smiled to Fred.

"I don't care…just go away." Ron piped in from under the pillow, it sounded muffled but it wasn't clearly a refusal.

"Damn it Ron…you're no fun like this, is he George?" Fred elbowed George, and then George elbowed Fred and the fight began and they ended up in a roll and it was hard to tell which Fred was and which was George as punches kicks and spells spewed from the two of them. Nothing got Ron out of his mood better than a fight, yet Ron didn't move nor did he care.

When Fred and George were through, they both had torn cloths and different colored hair and their cloths were disfigured portions as well. "Oh come on now Ron, you just missed us playing your favorite pass time…" chimed the blue haired, pink sleeved twin.

"Oh come off it Ron, Hermione's a good girl. She'll be back." piped in the Green haired, silver sleeved and pink shoed twin. "I swear it. She could bring Snape down to his knees before her…that she can."

Ron tossed his pillow in their direction. "GET OUT…JUST GET OUT!" He yelled as tears finally streamed down his eyes. "I know she's bloody brilliant…and she's gone…" he got up off the sofa and ran out of the Black Library and went up and into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"You were trying to make me a Slytherin, yet you failed when you turned my shoes pink Forge." George said as he laughed at his other half.

"And what were you trying to turn me into a Ravenclaw?" Fred laughed as they shook their heads in all seriousness. "Damned if you try to cheer up poor little Ron-nee-kins."

"Try we still…and he likes it not." George shook his head. "Well, I guess we'll leave it up to Charlie…"

"Maybe we should." Fred nodded in agreement.


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