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Hermione slowly woke up just as Snape entered the room. She was ready to kill at the moment and had to control her self not to strike out at the man. Now in control of her breathing she stood up only to fall to the floor. "What happened to me? I woke up before with him beginning to ravage me, next he pulled away and stunned me. Did something happen I was not told about?"
She reached out and found her wand was missing. "Where is my wand? I was told it was never to be taken from me again?"
Snape allowed Hermione to spout and blow off steam, praying that she didn't have any wand less abilities. She eventually calmed down only to realize that she was a mess of blood and headed to the bathroom to clean up the muggle way. She made her way out of the shower to find the bed cleaned and Snape sitting on the chair next to the bed.
"You are a witch that gains special access to magic during menstruation. I still don't know why you haven't tapped into this before now. I've read that menopause causes witches to gain power, at times pregnancy. You see those events pull magic for specific purposes. Being that you are not, nor have been pregnant before and have not reached menopause I can only concluded that you used your menstrual blood in some magic." He looked at her and waited as she processed the information.
Her mind focused and she turned away. He knew well enough that she was hiding something and was trying to find a way to divert the situation. "I've been pulling power from him. I blew a few things up."
"Did you use menstrual blood for anything? Don't divert the situation. You're acting like yourself again and that takes powerful magic for that after all that you've been through." He stood up and walked towards her. "Now answer the question."
"The potion that Harry was forced to take."
That could prove interesting. He wasn't sure what would happen when menstrual blood was used instead of venous blood. "That explains why you are experiencing a surge at this time. Now you know why menstrual blood isn't used in many potions where blood is required. It tends complicate the lives of the witches that use it. Now I must tell you that you are to be sedated during your monthlies as your magic is unpredictable and you seem to pull on either myself or the Dark Lord."
"Fascinating." She looked at the notes of her journal that were neatly piled on a nearby table. "Can I do wand less magic?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not." He studied her reaction.
She looked at him and knew by now what he was thinking. "You fear me. Or the very least you fear what will become of me."
"You think a lot of yourself. I don't fear you. But there is a cause for concern. No doubt the Dark Lord is planning this new information to be used for his benefit."
Those words made bile rise in her throat. It was always someone using her, hurting her, abusing her and keeping her under their thumb. She was tired of it all and wanted to be free of it all and found a way out for a short time. "I won't be used any further. I won't! I've had enough of my being used and forced to do things against my will."
Snape stood stock still wondering how he was going to get the potion down the witches' throat. Hermione noticed his movements or lac there of and shot out a barrier before he could react. His stunning spell bounced off her shield. He was forced back but kept his balance.
She didn't hesitate in forcing him against a wall. "I won't be a victim any more." She walked up to him and hissed in his ear. "I'm pulling from him now. The power. He'll be here soon enough as I am sure you can feel his anger as well as I can. I'll leave you to deal with him. Wand less magic is wonderful." She began to laugh.
He blocked her spell causing a crack of sparks to fly. The floor boards took a hit splintering throwing each of them across the room. Hermione pulled from both Snape and Voldemort and apperated from the room to the main hall. She was ecstatic and in thrall of the power surging through her. Students stood from their evening meal and stared at her. She got up from the floor and dusted herself off holding her head up high as she walked out of the room. Professor McGonagall tried to get her to stop and explain herself.
"Miss Granger, what has happened?"
"Miss Granger was never rescued in time. Miss Granger was seen as a traitor for surviving. Miss Granger is dead!" She left the hall with students gossiping amongst themselves.
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Harry ran throughout the manor trying to get off the property but found every time he made the border of it he was repelled back inside the manor again. That failing and not wanting to get caught his next plan was to find Draco. Where would the Dark Lord put him?
There was only one place he could think of. He raced up the stairs past the study and various room of the manor to what he thought was Draco's room. It was guarded by a Death Eater who would most likely not take well to his presence. Well this could be fun.
There must be a way into the room other than the door. If there was he was sure that Draco would use it by now. Then he thought of doing the obvious. Apperation. He tried it and landed in the room. Draco was no doubt very surprised.
"Draco quiet. I have no idea what alarms I may have set off so we have to speak fast. I can't get off the property. Do you have any idea why?"
"You really are daft aren't you Potter. You are the greatest prize the Dark Lord has. He's going to make sure that you are not going to be rescued, stolen or escape. But I am sure I can leave. Now let's apperate out of here to the front gate. I don't have a wand. For some strange reason the Dark Lord doesn't trust me with one."
It worked and found no one around. Harry's scar was buzzing. It wasn't good for it meant that Voldemort is very upset. The pain grew in intensity and he knew something big was going on. "We have some time I think. Something happened that made him very angry. He'll be busy."
"What if it's us?"
"We're not that important, or at least you aren't."
"Thanks Potter. Now let's get out of here." They apperated out of the room to the edge of the property. Draco passed through easily enough. Harry hesitated.
"Take my wand. You'll need it more than I will."
"You honestly trust me that much. This is your wand Potter. It's more than just a..."
"Take it. You'll need a wand."
Draco took the wand. Harry tried to step through but soon found himself in the Manor once again. He quickly got to the window and motioned for Draco to run.
Draco didn't need to be told twice as he made his way through the woods. He knew it well as it was his childhood home away from home. There were few magical creatures that could cause any harm. It was getting dark but he knew of an old cabin in the woods that was still there. Only his parents knew of it. He would hide there the night and head off to London shortly after dawn. The Order told him where he could contact them if he was in trouble.
Harry watched as Draco ran. Never in his life hid he envy his childhood nemesis so much as now. Harry was going to be at the end of Voldemort's wand but he would deal with that later. He had to find some way to get word to the Order. He searched the office he passed on the way to the bedroom and searched for some paper making sure that he wasn't seen. Finding the paper and ink he wrote that he was alright and that Draco would be looking for them. He dropped the pen making a rather large blot on the paper. His scar was killing him now. There must be something that really upset him.
Harry composed himself and ran to the owlry was fast as he could. Death Eaters ran after him. He made it and got an owl to take the message. "It's Draco he needs help. These people will help him."
Thankfully owls were trained to listen for their owners names. Draco seemed to have been a favorite as three owls raced to get the letter. The last thing Harry saw was the owl flying away in the distance before everything went to black and the fading sounds of shouting filled his ears.
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Hermione knew that she couldn't race out of the castle as the bonds made sure that she couldn't survive away too long. She wanted to fight, to use her magic and learn more about the connections that bound her. What great information she held now. How free she was as she finally felt like a full human being again and not in the possession of another's emotions.
She pulled on the two that were bound to her. It felt wonderful, and intoxicating to be in control of so much power. Voldemort was not far away and she could feel his anger and she laughed. 'Run after me you bastard. I will not be in your keep for much longer.'
The lake was beautiful in the dusk and would make a great place for a battle. Let the students watch. She no longer cared what anyone thought of her. She was here instantly. Apperating through the wards using borrowed power.
Voldemort showed up full of anger. It was controlled and pulled in. "You'll pay for this child."
"I am no longer a child." Hermione smiled sweetly as she reached down to the earth and pulled up her hands. A large stretch of earth, soil and rocks flew up around Voldemort blinding him. He blocked it and pulled her spell around him hiding him from her view.
Voldemort coming at her with green sparks. One reached her and created a nasty burn in her arm. A surge of rage, and lust consumed her, filling her mind with spells and sparks of magic that fed of these emotions. Her target was so close yet was too skilled to strike at directly.
Then it came to her; a purple mist that began to surround him. He covered himself just as it began to burn his skin. He forced her back a few yards away. "I know you have more in you. I can feel it. I am your undoing and you know it. You knew of my strength and what my potential was and you wanted to control it. Now it's your undoing. Dumbledore told me never to pull on you. He was a foolish old man. I have your powers now or at least can weaken you well enough to put a stop to your plans."
Voldemort was full of rage at this child. HOW DARE SHE DEFY HIM! "Have your fun now. Only a few more days left. Then what will you do? You'll be left to my mercy."
That was it. A chord in her snapped and she pulled from him everything that she could. The lake's water swirled around them with the soil beneath them. The muddy water was forced at him. He was thrown against he castle with an unending torrent he fended of most of it but his limits were being reached as he was fighting against his own power through her.
Then he began pulling on her powers slowly draining her. Their minds fought for control. Blood poured from his eyes and her skin began to spit from the pressure. This power struggle went on for another twenty minutes while each were throwing curses and spells at each other. In an instant it was over. Hermione fell to the ground muttering spells she could no longer cast. Muddy water fell down around them and streamed back to the lake.
He walked up to her and raised her up with his wand. There was so little strength left in him but he had to make sure the students knew he was stronger than her. He stripped her of her clothes magically and threw her against the castle wall. Bones cracked as he felt them in his body. Raising his head he walked up to her beaten form. She was alive, muttering curses and spells she could no longer use against him.
Snape ran out of the castle half drained but thankful that he wasn't pulled on. His breath was ragged as he too felt the broken bones. He looked at his master and knew what he had to do. He walked up to Hermione and lifted her up. "Severus, I am so sorry. Did I hurt you. I love you too much to do that." She burst into a fit of tears. He steeled his heart and placed the potion to her lips and forced it down her throat. Voldemort shot daggers at the both of them and followed the two inside.
"Forgive me Hermione." He took her in his arms and took her to their room.
His mind was racing though his body ached from such exertion. He knew very little of women's magic as most were tight lipped about it spelling books so that only women could read it and would be unable to tell a male of its contents.
Snape cleaned her up. She was shaking and muttering. A green sweat was forming on her face. He knew what was happening to her. She was poisoned by using another's magic. Borrowed magic held serious consequences and he would not escape the effects of it for he to used her power against her and shared the link..
Snape sat next to the bed and handed him a vial and some coarse bread of some sort. "It will help with the effects of the poisoning. We can't take the actual potion to heal as we were not the ones poisoned. She'll be asleep for a few days and awake very weak."
"I'll need the potion as I used hers. Do you know what triggered Hermione's magic?"
"The potion you gave to Potter. She used her menstrual blood."
"Do you know of any witch that has practiced women's magic before?"
That caught Snape's attention. He knew and didn't have the strength to block the name from his mind. He would find out eventually. Why delay the inevitable. "Minerva McGonagall."
"I'll have to make arrangements to speak with her at a later date. Make sure she's taken care of and see to it that the students have a Dark Arts teacher." He left and made his way to Malfoy manor.
As soon as Voldemort left the room Snape smiled while standing over Hermione. "Well you little know it all. I hope you have the answers this time. He better be ready for you next time as he was only very lucky this time."
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The moon was still bright when the sun was beginning to rise. Harry woke up suddenly from his slumber. He was in the room that was previously provided for him. His arms hurt as he was manhandled before being dumped on the bed. His glasses were on the floor, luckily not damaged. Not that it would matter after learning how to fix them. Then he remembered he no longer had a wand.
Creaking from the door brought him to the present and he remembered last nights events. He was surprised to find a Death Eater at the door.
"Come to take me to my death are you?"
"I'm told nothing Potter. Don't ever want to be told. Come with me."
Harry went with the Death Eater too tired to care where he went. There was no way out of this and he knew that Voldemort wanted him alive. It seems he became Voldemort's new trophy. That was a disturbing thought. His thoughts were interrupted when he was brought to the study he wrote the letter. Voldemort was behind the desk looking through some books.
Harry was left in the room still fuzzy from the stun and too little sleep. "What do you require, Sir?" He tried to sound as submissive as he thought he was before.
"Don't bother Harry. I know the potion has worn off. Hermione used her menstrual blood for the potion. So naturally the potion will follow her cycle. In a few days you'll be my servant again. Sit."
The reaction to vomit and cheer was at the foremost of his mind. He sat as instructed knowing that it was a waste of energy to do otherwise. A clear head could help him more than resistance.
As soon as he sat down he was bound to the chair. "Now tell me where Draco is. No doubt you helped him when you found yourself free of the potion."
"He's free of you."
Slap!
"I'm in no mood for games. Tell me what happened."
Harry resisted, not knowing why. A part of him still had a bit of fight in him. "Find him yourself. I am sure your Death Eaters are more than..."
A hand went around his throat before he could finish the sentence. "You do understand that I can torture you and in a few days time you'll be apologizing to me for it? You'll be the one begging for forgiveness for angering me. I know your limits and will go that limit each and every month during your lapse of loyalty. Is that what you want?"
The hand around his throat loosened and began to shake. Small drops of green sweat started to form on the older wizards face. Harry knew something was off seeing that. "Green sweat?" Harry's attention was instantly diverted. "Not even you can heal from that instantly. Hard to hide as well."
"Tell that to Granger. She borrowed my magic and is now bedridden."
Harry couldn't feel but a little proud of her, though she did commit one of the worst offenses that any witch or wizard could ever commit. It was not considered an unforgivable for it was so rarely done. "Just because I am inconvenienced doesn't mean I can't cause you a great deal of pain. Now answer my question."
The older wizard was beginning to shake and had a hard time controlling it. Harry didn't answer straight away, taking some pleasure at seeing his nemesis suffer. "He's looking for the Order. An offer was made to him and he's decided to take them up on it."
The chair vanished and Harry fell to the floor in a heap. His stomach gave a growl out of hunger and the lack of sleep made him feel nauseous. He pulled himself up from the floor making sure there was some distance between them. The older wizard clenched his fist, blood dropped from his fingers.
"There's no use in denying your pain."
"Live long enough you'll suffer more than this."
There were so many things that he wanted to say, scream or throw at the older wizard. There was certainly no sympathy for the man after all that he had done. "At your hands no doubt. In the mean time what will you do with me for the next few days until my mind fogs over again?"
"Suffer unless you do as your are told."
"I am no longer a child. Speak to me as one and I'll act the part. You are in no position to do anything to me at the moment as you won't allow your Death Eaters to see you in this state. You have answers I want and if you want me to help you, you'll answer them."
It seems the young wizard had grown the past year. He looked at Harry and considered the proposition. There was nothing for it as he couldn't allow his followers to see his weakness. Things were too precarious with the Order still out there. "Very well. Be specific with your questions."
"What is this war truly about? It's not about Muggleborns or Mudbloods as your followers like to call them. Hermione is testimony to that."
He almost smiled as he realized that the young man had half a brain. "Bloodlines as they used to be before the ministry intervened. Marriages were made based on skills. Families became masters of a craft where witches and wizards entered based on their skill rather than their birth. About six hundred years ago the ministry gained power and opened schools regulated by them. Families fought to control the schools but it was useless. Since then everyone that entered a school was conditioned and segregated based on houses instead of skill."
The words burned in his ears. This couldn't be the truth. He was told that the families were too powerful and were planning to harm muggles. They were stopped. "Then what's with your hatred against muggleborns?"
"Youth. I simply learned and accepted what was taught to me until I found out about my parentage. I was in denial until I was killed by the curse that was supposed to kill you. My followers believe the lies and who am I to turn such loyal followers away?
There was no way he wanted to restore things back to the way they used to be. "So why are you telling me all of this. I can tell others now."
"No you won't. You'll be seen helping me. Oh yes, you'll be right by my side obeying me in full public view. Your loyal public will see you as a traitor and you'll need protection from them."
"I'll do no such thing. The spell wore off."
"Temporarily. When Hermione finished her menstruation then you'll go back to being a very loyal servant." He smiled then began coughing where he coughed up a rather vile green blood substance. "You'll not utter a word of this. Your guilt will keep you silent." Voldemort knew him too well. Other people will suffer if he did speak out.
Harry nodded. "I understand your insanity by now, you don't need to continue to threaten me."
"You should show more respect."
He looked at the older wizard. "Listen, I longer fear you. Do you not understand that? There is nothing you can take from me. You'll torture but to a point. I broke under torture. Very few could ever endure such torture and not break at some point. I am not one of them. The only thing wrong with me is that I am young."
Voldemort took in the words. He had expected Harry to gain some strength in the situation he was in. Little did Harry know that he was giving his enemy more information than was healthy. "Strong words. You believe you know me."
"I'll never know you."
He huffed. "One day you'll understand me. Then you'll see me in a different light. Very slowly you'll come to see things my way. Soon I'll no longer need you to be under the potion for your loyalty."
Harry began to shake. "I won't. I'll never be truly loyal to you. Never."
"Take out your wand Harry."
"No." He couldn't let Voldemort know he held no wand.
"Take it out. Now." Voldemort spoke in a tone that he meant it.
"I gave it to Draco as his wand was taken."
Voldemort smiled and tutted. "Foolish thing to do. No matter. I've created a list for you to complete. Whether you want to believe it or not. You are my servant now."
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