A/N: Sorry for the wait. It gets a little gory guys, Hermione is not a happy camper.
To Silvara rivana: First of all I had to do a little dance at hearing you reread my chapters. That's so cool...Now in reference to your questions, I realize I have left probably quite a few holes. I often plan out a backstory, but don't write it down. I often impatiently jump straight into the good stuff, my bad!
Before Hermione admitted to being able to communicate, Minerva would of course call out her moves. Hermione's way of moving the chess piece was simply by waving her hand. She is quite brilliant and I imagine that she would have no trouble visualizing the chess board in her mind.
As for question #2, you just gave me an idea. Preciate that. And for your last question, a child born to a gargoyle parent is a gargoyle. I hope this chapter was worth the wait!
To all of you: If you see a hole in my plot or anything, please let me know. This only my second story. I will try my best to go back and fix problems/add details after I have finished the story. And thank for the love. I honestly never expected so much response to this thing. You people rock my socks.
Enjoy!
Hermione growled and the room darkened as she removed her glasses, throwing them and the scroll across the room. She gripped Bellatrix by the shirt and lifted her up to eye level. She growled menacingly,
What did you just say?
Bellatrix swallowed, her remorse for failing to protect Minerva quickly morphing into an immense, all-consuming fear. She had never seen the king quite so furious. Even more shocking, were the eyes that wore boring into hers. To Bellatrix's knowledge, none of the kings had ever shown their human eyes to anyone, though no one knew why. Bellatrix shuddered as those eyes seemed to pierce through her and into the depths of her soul. Perhaps they hid their eyes because they were so damn intimidating. "M-Minerva was taken."
By who and why didn't you die protecting her? Why didn't you go back in time and prevent this?! She snarled, Your answer had better be damn good Bellatrix or,
You.
Are.
DEAD.
Bellatrix's eyes grew large in size as she stuttered out, "I-It was a f-few of the remaining death eaters.. They caused a commotion in broad daylight! It would've been unwise to just barge in. In any form! W-we are not to be seen! There was n-nothing I could do, your highness. Everyone's eyes were on them! And your highness, I have tried, but it is a locked event."
Hermione growled. A locked event was a moment in time in which they were not allowed to interfere, only watch helplessly. She didn't like being helpless. Go. Get. Her. NOW!
The room shook with the force of Hermione's voice and Bellatrix gripped her head as the sound bounced around her head, causing her to cry out in pain. Her knees gave out and Hermione allowed her to fall to them. Bellatrix blinked the pain away and gripped Hermione's pants, hoping her next words would not be her last. Hermione was too emotional, but Bellatrix had thought out everything on the way to her. However, she never imagined the king reacting as violently as she was now. "It will take time, your highness. These particular death eaters have never feared or respected me. I can't simply waltz in and take the queen with a sneer in their direction. I will have to work to get to them, to make them trust me." She took a deep breath, "And that may mean hurting her."
Immediately, Hermione forcefully struck Bellatrix with the back of her hand, sending her sailing across the room. Bellatrix immediately crawled back to kneel at Hermione's feet even as the woman yelled,
YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING BELLATRIX! OR I WILL PERSONALLY END. YOUR. LIFE.
Bellatrix placed her hands atop of each other on the floor and placed her head on them. A position employed only when begging, "Your highness, please! I love her as any subject would her loving queen, official or not. I assure you, I don't want to injure her, but if it means I will be able to remove her from her captors. I am sure she would understand. You may punish me as you see fit, after I have brought her back to you."
Hermione paced the room and Bellatrix began sweating from her place on the floor. Not only was she incredibly nervous, but Hermione's magic was beginning to make the room hotter and hotter. As badly as she wanted to wipe the sweat, she would not move from her spot on the floor.
How long?
Bellatrix shook her head, "I can't be certain your highness. Maybe weeks? Months even. These death eaters have never possessed any fondness towards me, and their fear not enough to make them cower. I have only interacted with them a few times in passing, always on a calm day."
Hermione growled and Bellatrix felt the room grow even hotter as Hermione continued pacing. "Your highness, if I may suggest. You could work on taking care of all remaining death eaters, while I rescue the queen? Perhaps they will be forced to trust me more quickly if there were fewer death eaters around?"
Hermione stopped and exhaled in a huff, Fine. But know this,
Hermione squatted down in front of her and Bellatrix looked up. The next thing Bellatrix knew, her back was being slammed on the floor and Hermione's hand was around her mouth and nose, suffocating her. Hermione was straddling her, leaned over with their noses nearly touching.
If you fail me Bellatrix, you will pray for death as though it were your God. Understand?
Bellatrix nodded as best as she could, unable to contain her whimper of fear. Not even Voldemort was capable of making Bellatrix feel so close to pissing her pants as Hermione currently was. The two women were locked in a staring contest and Bellatrix swore she could feel Hermione's eyes sifting through her soul. Her breath was running out, but before she lost consciousness, Hermione seemed to have found what she was looking for and let the woman up,
If you breathe a word about my eyes to anyone…
Bellatrix dropped to one knee in front of Hermione. "Never, my king. I will do everything in my power to protect both you and the queen. Thank you for trusting me. I will not fail you."
Hermione waved her hand, and sunk into a nearby chair. Bellatrix looked up and marveled as Hermione somehow made the chair seem like a throne even in her obviously depressed state. Hermione sat with her eyes covered by a hand as she leaned to the side, slumped down in the chair, her other hand resting on the chair arm. The weight of having her queen stolen visible in her posture.
Leave me. Alert everyone that there will be a bloodbath the likes of which the wizarding world has never seen before. And then you will start your mission. Bring her back to me Bellatrix.
The woman stood, determined to make everything right for her king, and with a final bow, opened the window.
"Oh…my…god…"
It was broad daylight when Bellatrix had arrived to deliver the news to her king. But now, it was as though night had suddenly fallen with only a half moon to light the sky. She turned back to Hermione in shock. Did she-
Yes. Now go. Find her.
Bellatrix nodded, and jumped out, changing almost instantly. The window closed and once alone, Hermione began to weep. During the entire conversation, Hermione had tried calling to Minerva, but received no response. She knew the woman was not dead, so that could only mean two things. She was either unconscious, or she was in immense pain…
Hermione allowed her claws to rip through the screaming body in front of her, painting the room red. She brought her arm down repeatedly, tearing through the body until the screams faded and nothing but a smear and a spine remained where the person once was. The faceless body shredded and tossed about the room.
It had been two weeks since Minerva was taken from her and Hermione had sunken into a blood thirsty frenzy. Day after day, her body count racked up: death eaters, their families, sympathizers, informants, muggles who walked by at the wrong time, anyone who saw her. None of them were discernable to her, all of them faceless, all of them dead. She had become a violent shell of herself, emotionless without her queen by her side. The last time she was in her human form was when the news was delivered. After that, she immediately took to the skies and forest, searching for death eaters.
The often brutal killings were in the papers daily, as pepole speculated over who was doing the job the aurors and unspeakables were spectacularly failing at. Many of them suspected a group from the order, others just happy someone was riding England of the remaining death eaters, including those in Azkaban, which was practically empty after Hermione had gone through and cleaned shop.
She licked the blood off her claws as she slowly stepped out of the house, only to come face to face with Bellatrix, who looked terrified. Hermione tilted her head in question and Bella bowed before standing tall. She swallowed thickly, "T-they've sent me t-to attempt to stop whoever is killing off the death eaters."
Hermione walked up to tower over the woman silently. Bellatrix's heart picked up and her eyes fluttered, "P-please go easy on me your highness."
Hermione growled and wrapped her large hand around Bella's throat lifting her up to eye level. The woman remained silent as she was lifted, though any sound she made would have been drowned out by the thundering sky, Hermione's magic forcing lightening into the sky, setting a terrifying scene.
Suddenly, Bellatrix was thrown into a tree and she cried out as her body thud against the rough wood. She felt her back bruise and a few ribs crack as well. She stood and withdrew her wand, quickly casting a spell at the ground near Hermione. She knew that nothing she threw directly could hurt her, but perhaps she would be able to gain the upper hand by tossing debris in her direction.
As smoke and debris flew near Hermione, Bellatrix withdrew her knife and silently charged, praying that the woman would have mercy, though she knew better.
Upon reaching the spot where Hermione stood, Bellatrix's eyes widened. She was gone. She screamed as four sharp claws swiped diagonally across her back, leaving a stinging, burning sensation in their wake. Quickly, she cast a spell to either side of her, knowing it would be pointless to turn around. Apparently, Hermione had anticipated this and remained silently behind her. Immediately after casting the spell, those claws tore at Bellatrix's back in the opposite direction, leaving a gruesome X on her skin. She sunk to her knees, only to receive a savage blow to the side of her head, sending her rolling on the ground, concussed. Standing slowly, wand still tight in her hand, the dazed witch looked around, searching for her opponent. She frowned as her hair began to rise into the charged air. Just as she realized what was happening, lightning struck the ground just to the right of her feet, sending her flying through the air.
She screamed as she rose high above the ground, moving at a fast speed towards the left. The lightning illuminating the houses houses passing under her. As the ground grew closer, Bellatrix closed her eyes. She gave a pained gasp as her back and head landed on something hard. Her back was slightly arched, and the sky was the only thing in her sight. She slowly lowered her head and looked down at her battered body. The action was incredibly painful, bringing tears to her eyes, and the sight was something out of a nightmare. She had been impaled through her abdomen by some sharp object.
The object?
Hermione's claws.
Bellatrix had landed on Hermione's claws with her head and shoulder supported by the large woman's own shoulder. Straining and nearly unconscious, she turned her head slowly towards the right, and met her King's dark, stoic eyes.
Find. Her.
Bellatrix nodded, unable to speak through the pain both in her head and body. Hermione removed her hand from the woman's midsection and walked away, stopping at the sound of a portkey being activated behind her.
Hermione lingered in that spot, unmoving, as she thought of Minerva. Oh how she missed her green eyed enchantress. She looked up at the sky as it began raining and closed her eyes against the downpour.
The only time something like this had happened in her history, was when one of them turned traitor and a mass genocide had occurred. The reigning king had then gone on a warpath, slaying all who sympathized with the traitor and torturing those who betrayed him and murdered his people. It thundered for months on end, the sun never showing it's face. But it rained for almost an entire year, even with the sun rising, so great was the pain of the king.
Hermione's tears fell along with the rain, and she released a harrowing roar as she stared up at the grim sky, desolate, heartbroken, and despondent. Everything, everything depended on Bellatrix, and she was now half dead, thanks to Hermione, her supposed beloved king who was unable to control herself, her blood lust. Her eyes slipped closed. If the woman succeeded…She shook her head. When the woman succeeded, Hermione would owe her the world.
Suddenly, a voice rang out in her head, weak, but it's message clear.
I-I've…f-fou-nd her.
Hermione's eyes popped open and she immediately let loose a battle cry, before focusing on Bellatrix and clawing at the air in front of her.
It was time to save her queen.
A/N: Too soon? Yall want a detailed gory rescue or a bad ass rescue? Keep in mind, I have just moved back into college, so updates may be a little slow. However...that being said, I think I may be able to finish this within a week or two...maybe three. Oh and thank you for the birthday wishes! They made meh happy!