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A/n one chapter after this. Hope you all have liked it. Lately there is close to zero feedback for most if the stories, a good reason to end them faster. If you like the stories me me hear from you. This and many of my stories talk about Hermione coming from other places, etc. it is a common theme. Enjoy it
Time Thieves
Eros told them, "Change of plans, they didn't tell us all the truth. Yes, they are her grandparents, but something is missing. I think they don't trust anyone."
"So what can we do? Someone is waiting for us." Harry asked.
"I'd say that we need to back up a few hours. You will not lose any memories, nor will it change this timeline. We will be back in a short while. Shall we?"
Gaston smiled, "I wish you would become our partner."
"Occasionally, this is interesting. However, my bride takes 99% of my time. You know? I am making up for centuries of abstinence." He wiggled his eyebrows, and they all laughed.
They held on to Eros, and they were back in the apartment, interrogating the Death Eaters.
"So tell us again why you needed the things in the vault, how can they matter?" Viktor asked.
"We know, they have little value," they smiled, "we just need something to prove that she is the one."
"Who is your client?" Harry insisted.
"Tsk, tsk, no chance." Dolohov smiled smugly.
"How did you know we were here?" Karkaroff asked again.
"You should be more careful, we have been on your tail. If you do anything to us, you won't find out where she is stashed."
Maybe that was it; they had taken them all, Hermione and maybe her parents; everyone thought the same. They needed the things for something else, for what?
Viktor jumped and grabbed Dolohov by the neck, he wanted to kill him. Harry held one arm and Karfaroff the other to stop Viktor.
Gaston touched a point on Dolohov's temple, "Better than Veritaserum, or at least worth a try, it might show pass Obliviation, at times."
Eros whispered to all, "Do it, I added an extra-kick."
"Do you have her?" Harry asked.
Words started pouring out Dolohov.
"Yes, we finally got her away from those creatures who guard her. She was promised to our Lord, but her caretakers reneged. It appears they developed a conscience and kept her hidden until our client figured who she was. He found her thanks to Mr. Weasley who was laughing at the stupid feathers she kept."
"Ron talked to your client?" Harry was fuming.
"To be fair he didn't know who he was. Nevertheless, Weasley said that Miss Granger kept them hidden as if they were a treasure. Imagine our luck, a lead out the clear blue. He had been looking for her for many years, when Mr. Weasley comes along and helped us."
He had to stop to laugh, "The fool, Weasley had no qualms to work with the like of us. Ha, he seems to think that we are working for him."
Harry growled, "The arse, I should have killed him."
Viktor and Karkarof agreed, "Aye."
"So we have been following her. Krum, by the way, that was some kiss. I tried to do the same, but the witch bit me. I like pain, but that was extreme."
Viktor roared, it took Karkaroff and Harry to hold him back, Gaston had to push on his temple to calm him.
"We couldn't take her because those weird creatures kept tabs on her. Daily, they changed her clothes with garments that warded her."
"Ah, no anchors, they were wards." Gaston whispered.
"Good thing that those creatures were also hiding and had to keep a low profile. They don't suppose to be here."
"Aha, whatever you say." Harry remarked. Let them believe whatever.
"All the vials, they found, were used to make the wards," Dolohov added.
"Thanks Mr. Krum, when you took her, her protectors had a hard time, poor things. They couldn't give her new wards. They almost saved her in Paris, they gave her mountains of garments, didn't you get them? We made her write the label, clever no? We wanted the suspicion to fall on them, so they were arrested and out the way."
They all looked at each other, what was going on?
Dolohov was peeveI; he could not stop his mouth from running. "What have you done to me, Veritaserum?"
"Some," Gaston grinned, "We added a little something," they all laughed, "secrets of the trade."
"Where is she at?" Karkarof was losing his patience.
At this Dolohov smiled triumphantly. '"I don't know, we delivered her."
"Where?" They all asked at the same time.
"Cannot remember, we were obliviated," he laughed with a strange laughter, forced, "our employer never shows his face, and his voice always changes."
The four felt the same, Dolohov was afraid of whoever, his laughter was fake.
"Wait," Eros put his hand over Dolohov's head, "He is telling the truth," he stopped. Moved his hand to freeze the Death Eaters.
"Better, he is meeting a tall figure wearing a hood. I'll be damned Dolohov is victim. His three children, under ten years, one a baby and his wife, are all prisoners."
He moved to the other two, "He takes care of his young siblings orphaned by war, two, also taken, and this one, his young wife, last time he saw her she had just told him that she was pregnant."
"No wonder, that is not all, they all have false memories, they are inserted. Just cannot tell which. They are victims."
"What a mess, but for their sake let the Aurors take them, I will tell them just to hold them."
Dolohov paled when he was told, "Let's hope your families are well. Your employer might see this as a failure."
"I have something else tell you, please help us. In the shop, they," he stopped, looking dazed. Gaston saw a stream of light out Harry's rucksack that pointed at Dolohov's forehead.
His face looked blank. Karkaroff had seen the same.
Harry pressed on, "You were saying about the shop."
"What shop?"
He was going to ask the other two and all saw the same, the light touched both. Afterwards, their knowledge was gone.
After they left, Eros said, "He is under some kind of control, but nothing I've seen before."
"Let's open the rucksack." Harry pulled the bag where the items had been placed. It was glowing lightly but not for long.
"I've never seen this diary before, it was one of the school notebooks stored in the vault. No, I have seen it, she wanted us to read it but we never did. Let's go and read it before we meet the other grandfather,"
"I think when we find the missing information, we will have a better idea. Maybe is in this old diary." Viktor suggested.
"I still want to kill Ron, was he working with the Death Eaters? Viktor asked.
"No, he just has a big mouth and wanted to spy on Hermione. Who know what happened to him, fame I think," Harry answered.
"I am at fault for sending her alone," Viktor was sullen.
"Both you and I, we were in the flat the day before, and spent hours that night with her." That morning Harry had a meeting to look at a plot to build an office. "My excuse wasn't better, nothing that it could not have waited." Harry knew it, they were at fault.
They remembered. It was the celebration of their flat; they had ordered food and both fed their witch small bites. She was being playful, and at their request, she wore a extremely modified version of the Gryffindor uniform, tiny and tight. She was already showing which added to the effect.
When she came out the room they both had the same reaction, they wanted her in their arms.
She bent down, intentionally, and showed them, no knickers. When they came at her, she pointed her quill at them, "No, no touching, we need to study tonight, we have a lot of work, lots.
She smacked their hands every time they tried to touch her, but her hand would accidentally touch one or the other below the waist but not quite where they wanted to be touched.
"Oops sorry." She would say and pretended to read while they fed her.
Finally, she moved towards Viktor and stood between his legs, bending, "Mr. Krum, it is time that we practice our lessons."
Viktor groaned, his arms closed around her, while he kissed her. He couldn't have enough of her. Still, she would not let him pull her up to sit on his lap.
Harry kneeled on the floor, and moved her short skirt to uncover her bum. He bit her cheeks; biting was one of his favorites. He made her moan loudly; after a short while, he pulled his wand, "Let me," and undressed them.
Harry's hands went up her thighs, and slowly, raised them to touch her sex, making her squirm. Always touching just around, but never where she wanted.
Hermione finally climbed on Viktor, still sitting on the couch.
"Oh witch, my love, come here. Sit on me, love me," his large hands caressed her body feverishly. His hands moved on her thighs making her shudder.
Harry stood watching mesmerized. His Hermione was so beautiful, he just loved her pregnant body. He moved back, wanting a better viewing angle.
Harry wrapped his hand around his cock , his legs shook. All moaned when she raised her body over Viktor's body.
Harry had a perfect view, he was right there with them. When she lowered herself onto Viktor's large cock, he could see it perfectly. She was moving slowly while kissing Viktor...his hands on her hips…
The memory made them first aroused, and then, made them cry. Tears ran down their faces, sure that she was lost to them. "We should have been with her." Both said at the same time. The others were quiet, not knowing what to say.
Someone was at the door. They were opening it; they were all quiet. "Probably the Grangers," Viktor whispered.
Eros readied his bow. The couple were entering when they saw Eros, he glowed and was much taller.
"We know, you are the Grangers, thieves." Karkaroff's dislike was obvious.
"No, you don't know everything, We need help. We work on commissions and were paid a large sum. Our buyer gave us the information we needed, and we took the place of their real caretakers. The females of Hermione's world are loaded with power, and the children can be imprinted sometimes. But mostly, the buyers use the children as hostages."
They all made savage noises.
"Wait, we were commissioned to hide her in 2012 by her people. The buyer wanted to see the baby in 1973, so we traveled to 1980. We figured the buyer would never find us. You see, we became attached to her, and hoped she would love us. Besides her buyer is a monster. He was known as Tom Riddle."
They looked at the four, trying to gage their reaction
"When she was nine her people found her so we had to move. Her father was injured, it was an accident. The mad Headmaster found her, so we changed a few things about her. When Riddle died in 1998 we thought all was well. The demon wasn't gone, he went into someone else's body; and, now, he needs her to regenerate."
"He didn't need her before." Harry advised.
"Riddle didn't need her, true; but he is not your Riddle, he is a demon, half attached to the human. He needs her before she has the babies, otherwise no leverage. It is too late to imprint the babes. By the way, her kind are the only ones who can get rid of such demons." The Grangers started to back away from the five of them, so Gaston and Karkaroff moved closer to the couple.
"We are afraid and want him gone. This is the first time we actually fear a client."
"Who are you? " Viktor asked.
"It doesn't matter."
Eros shook his head. "I will figure it out. Why the teeth and the rings?"
"Because he needs them to pull them out from the place they locked theirselves. He took them, but they slipped to some place away from him."
"Here," they gave them a drawing, "It was in the shop, hidden." It showed inside a room.
"Something else, her other husband is being used by the demon, who has used the bodies of different males. Something else, the demon fears Harry ; thus, you can use that fear. Finally, be warned, her parents won't allow you to have her, they will take her away. She is already in a binding contract with brothers, it is like a marriage."
"No, they won't take her away," Eros narrowed his eyes, " I know who and where they are." Eros moved towards the 'Grangers.'
"Ah, you mean that world, no, that is an in-between; they are using you, I don't blame them." The being posing as Mr. Granger smirked.
"I know that, I also know who you are. You two come with us," Eros was upon them.
The couple jumped into the wall and were gone, disappearing into a big hole that opened into a place made out glass.
"They are time thieves, criminals, but they care for your love. They do love her. Let's go to Oslo. "
They arrived at the eatery in Oslo, somber and sad.
They heard an explosion inside the eatery and backed up. Had they come a couple of minutes before, they would be dead.
