Authors Notes: Is Voldemort finally getting to Hermione? And who was the spy that switched the potions? More to Come! Hope you like it so far, please read and review, the story depends on it.
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Chapter 7: The Fading of Ravenclaw
He heard her crying, moaning and moving. He could hear it all from behind the green bubble. He could even hear it over the loud incantations being cast towards the bubble by Dumbledore, McGonagall and the newly arrived Professor Lupin and Professor Flitwick. Harry pulled out his own wand and looked at Dumbledore. "I want to help, what should I do?"
He looked at Harry. "We shall all now say the Incendio spell together, including Harry. Now in three, two, one…"
"I WILL NEVER!" was heard and the group paused. Hermione had screamed out the words with a loud lusty moan. Harry could only imagine what Voldemort was doing to her. He really didn't want to know, or did he?
"Don't hesitate! NOW!" boomed Dumbledore as the others raised their wands again, pointing them at the large canopy bed.
"INCENDIO!"
Jets of red shot through the air and hit the bubble at full force, and finally it burst into flames, vanishing completely. Hermione's back was arched from the bed; she looked as if she was restrained by something. Her face was twisted in terror and dripping in a thin sweat. Harry moved forward and shook her. "Fight him Hermione! WAKE UP!"
Her eyes shot open and she screamed. Tears filled her eyes as she finally saw it was Harry, and not Him! She buried her head into his shoulders, sobbing hysterically.
"I am here Hermione, I am here…"
Dumbledore moved forward and placed a hand on Harry shoulder. "I am sorry."
Harry looked at Dumbledore, tears filling his own eyes. "I love her Professor, and I can't even protect her! I can't help her! I can't…"
Harry held Hermione closely and cried. The others began filing out, leaving Dumbledore with them. Ron was the last to leave as he shut the door.
"Harry," began Dumbledore, "I am truly sorry that this is happening. All we can do is fight it. Fight it the best way we know how. Once Madam Promfrey comes in with another potion…."
Hermione finally snapped out of it. "The potion! It was switched! There is a spy here! They switched the potions before Professor Snape brought it to me! We have to find them! We have to…"
Dumbledore waved his wand and Hermione's eyes went unfocused and her face went slack. She closed her eyes and went limp in Harry's arms.
"What was that Professor?" Harry asked, looking startled.
"A sleep spell more powerful than the Dreamless potion. This will let me examine her dreams while she sleeps, and it is so powerful she will sleep for as long as I need, until I awaken her. It is one of the most powerful ones of the ancient times. Her dreams, though she will not relive them as I view them, will be like a movie, being played out as a third person's point of view, where I can watch from afar as I see what he has done to her for the past few hours."
Harry gulped. "I want to see too Professor."
Dumbledore shook his head. "It will be too much for you. I already know in my mind what he has done; I must see how much he has accomplished. It will affect you greatly to see her being attacked like that Harry."
"I want to know what He did to her. I want to see what she has gone through. I will never understand his hold on her and be able to help her fight it. She is my life Professor, I do not want her to suffer alone."
Dumbledore smiled. "You never cease to amaze me, the wisdom and courage so far beyond your years Harry. You are truly the Heir of Gryffindor. Only a man of Gryffindor would show such loyalty, courage and love. Your parents would have been proud."
Harry smiled inwardly as Dumbledore headed for the door. "Harry, lay beside her. Your energy will be helpful to comfort her body. We will not view her dreams now. It is almost dawn; I will make sure this room remains dark until you awake. You will need your rest for days to come. Go to sleep Harry. Since tomorrow is Saturday, you will not have to worry about your classes, but I will inform Mr. Weasley to let the Gryffindor house know of your absence. Good night Harry."
Harry watched him leave, feeling his exhaustion starting to take over. He needed to sleep for he needed his strength. Harry pulled back one of the lush blankets and settled himself beside Hermione, who was sleeping peacefully for once. He looked at her exquisite face and felt a pang of emotion tear through his body. She was so beautiful, so innocent, why was this happening to her? Why? Is it because of me? Because she is my girlfriend, the famous, hunted and loathed Harry Potter?
"I love you Hermione," he whispered into her ear as he held her close and fell into a deep sleep.
Many miles away from Hogwarts, deep in the heart of an abandoned cavern lay another figure dripping in sweat, grinning. Voldemort could still feel her body on him as he panted, coming back from his night's entertainment. He knew he had gotten to her; she had become a writhing, moaning angel that had found release in him. He had made her react, made her want him. Her body sang but her mind and heart still battled in agony. He would get all of her. No matter of spells can protect her now from him, even Dumbledore's feeble attempts. He may have been delayed, but this delay would soon be profitable, as phase two must be put into action.
He knew he had to dress and begin phase two. But he lay there still, remembering her sweet smell, the taste of her flesh, the feel of her enveloped around him as he moved in and out of her. The feeling she gave him as she climaxed and tightened around him, vibrated all around his dick. She had pulled him deeper as he filled her, making him even more aroused. He could have went all night with this girl, There was definitely something about her, he could not quite pin point it yet, but now the tables were changing. He was going to just haunt her until he got his heir, his child that would give him ultimate power. Then he would kill her. But now……….
He muttered a spell at the dancing flames in a nearby fire pot and they begin to form a picture of a woman, her face an eerie color from the flames. It was Hermione.
"I am not going to kill you. I am going to keep you. I am going to keep you for myself, to enjoying for entirety. I will have other women, I am sure, but I will keep you with me, taking you over and over again. You will be my prize when I kill Harry Potter, and I will make you watch as I do it. You will forget your life, your friends, and your family. You will only care for me and our child. You will be mine forever. I will never let you go now, Hermione. Never…"
And with that the flames extinguished and he stood, crossing the room to a large sunken stone circle, full of water. You could not see the bottom, though it was rather shallow, and the water almost looked black. He slid into its dark depths and muttered a heating spell that made the water bubble and boil. Steam rose from the water, like a muggle hot tub. He leaned back and let the sweat and smell of the night's events wash off of him. His chiseled form relaxed as he closed his snake like eyes.
"And now, on to Phase Two."
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Harry felt a cool breeze hit his face as he opened his eyes. He was no longer beside Hermione, but in a long dark tunnel. The floor was cold and damp against his body. He stood brushing himself off, and then realized he had his wand in his pocket.
"Well, at least I am prepared." He looked both ways down the tunnel. The way before him was dimly lit at the end. He decided that this was the best way of the two and decided to walk down it. Torches lit up instantly on each side of him as he past. A feeling of dread was beginning to creep over him. Then all of a sudden, a voice was in his head, screaming.
"HELP ME!" Harry heard it ahead of him and he tore down the hall at break neck speed, for that voice sounded very familiar. He then stopped short as he entered a circular room and the door he came through slammed behind him. He held a stitch in his side as he looked around. There were six doors all together, four for the houses of the school, one with the dark mark and the one he came through. He knew where he was now.
"Ron's dream! I am having the same dream as Ron did!"
To make sure, Harry reach out for the Ravenclaw door and it shocked him, like it had done to Ron and a voice chanted:
Ravenclaw, you are not, I see. Choose again, and find out what you may be."
Harry then turned toward the door with the crest of Gryffindor upon it. He knew what he had to do. He placed his hand carefully around the knob and his hand became stuck to it, a surge of white light snaked up his arm, sending waves of energy coursing through his body. He had to close his eyes to keep from getting dizzy. He felt the lightweight of his wand leave his hand and was replaced by something much more heavier. As soon as the surges were over, he opened his eyes and stared in his hand. There was the sword he had once held in his second year, the sword of Godric Gryffindor himself.
"What the…?" He looked down and his robes were a deep red with gold trim, his long sleeves filled with gold sparkles like twinkling stars. The robes on him now were so elegant it put Dumbledore's to shame. He saw a long thing gold chain around his neck, with the amulet of a phoenix, holding the Gryffindor emblem. Harry knew for some reason he was meant for this, it never felt more right. He returned his sword to its sheath that was on a belt on his side. He knew deep down he no longer needed a wand. Then the door chanted once again and began to slowly open.
"As is was meant to be, the Heir of Gryffindor now stands before me. Ancient magic now hold strong and true, battle the evil, and let good forever rule!"
Harry felt as if years of knowledge and ancient power were coursing through him. But as he walked toward the slow opening door, he heard a funny cracking noise to his right. He eyes widened as he look toward the Ravenclaw door. The emblem was moving, as if trying to escape the door. The door itself was cracking. He moved closer and saw that the emblem was beginning to fade slowly in and out. Then another crack came from behind him and he gasped. The dark mark was glowing brightly, and beside it something was becoming clearer. A shape, an emblem was forming. He saw the faint form of Ravenclaw beginning to appear.
"No, it can't mean…"
A voice from all around him began to chant.
"The balance is shifting, time is running out. He will win if Ravenclaw fades from it's door, and is by his side, his forever more."
Harry knew what it meant. And bellowed the name as he was torn from his dream by a pair of forceful hands.
"HERMIONE!!!!!"
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Well, how is it so far? I hope it is not too boring. I really feel that this is going to be a really good story; I just hope people think so too! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!