Authors Notes: This is a very sad chapter and contains graphic sexual content, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming. I have made it to where I accept Anon. ones now too, so please feel free! And keep those answers for the Spy Quiz coming too? Who do you think the spy of Voldemort is?
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Chapter 10: Goodbye Harry, Please Forgive Me
Harry arrived back at the end of the Astronomy tower doors, gasping in pain. His whole body ached from the torture he had to endure. But his thoughts flew to Hermione and he made his way to the Gryffindor common room, not knowing that Hermione was still in the tower, sobbing.
In the tower, away from the world, Hermione cried. She had never felt so alone. All of a sudden she felt as if a presence had entered the room. And, like a flash, something hit her, a blinding light, and went completely through her. Her body slumped to the floor, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, motionless…
Miles away, Hermione appeared onto a bed covered in black sheets. She was still unconscious as a figure walked over to her, all in black. "She has arrived master. My spell worked. The one you taught me. I have proven myself once again."
"Yes, my servant, so you have. The Dementoris Curse. Her body will lay still and motionless, still alive, still breathing. But her soul, her mind, her very being lies before me, in physical form till I can make her body come as well or those idiots break the spell. By the time they figure it out, it won't matter. You may return now servant. Keep a close eye on Harry."
"I will master…"
Harry searched the common room, the girl's dormitory, and the halls, everywhere. He knew he had to find her. He then ran into Snape. "Running the halls, Potter? Sneaking around again are we? 10 points from…"
"She's missing Professor! Hermione's missing!" was all he could say. Snape eyes widened and he turned on his heel, dashing toward Dumbledore's office, Harry in hot pursuit, but they didn't have to go far. Dumbledore was heading their direction, accompanied by McGonagall.
"Headmaster…" began Snape as they met.
"I already know Severus. I know where she is as well, but we must hurry. I fear the worst. Follow me to the Astronomy tower."
The little group wasted no time in reaching the tower, and stop short at the sight before them. A motionless Hermione, as if she was…
"NO! HERMIONE!" Harry ran to her, checking for a pulse. He breathed again. She was alive, but still not responding. Dumbledore touch her with his wand. It glowed red. He sighed and looked at Harry gravely. "She is gone Harry…"
"NO! She still is breathing! She can't be gone!"
"Her body is empty, her soul is gone. I have seen this before. It is a very ancient curse. I am not sure I can break it. We may have lost her forever."
Harry sobbed. "You can! I know you can! You can do anything! Please save her! I love her! Oh, Hermione. I am so sorry! I should have told you. I should have never… I love you Hermione! Don't leave me!"
Dumbledore conjured a stretcher to take the lifeless Hermione to the infirmary, where more tests could be done. Harry walked beside her body, never leaving her side…
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Am I dead?
Hands feel odd, feet feel like lead. Is this what it feels like?
"No Hermione, you are not dead."
Her eyes opened, blurry images coming into view. Why was there so much black? But she recognized the voice and knew who stood before her. He had read her mind; he was here again, at Hogwarts, to attack her…
"Only partially right, Hermione. I am here, I am going to have you, but you are not at Hogwarts. Well, not your soul anyway…"
Was he losing it? How could her soul be here, and not her body?
"Your crazy Voldemort."
He was now in focus, she could see him very clearly now. He looked at her and smiled, caressing her cheek. She wanted to move, but couldn't. Right now, she really didn't care. All she could think about was Harry.
"Crazy? Maybe. But it is true. I have had one of my most trusted spies cast a curse on you, a curse that only truly works when the victim is at a very high emotional state. The Dementoris Curse. Like its name, it works like a Dementor does. Like the kiss of a Dementor, it pulls the soul, the very being of someone out of his or her body. But instead of being lost forever, it is sent to a destination. It becomes physical, being able to touch, taste and feel. It is still not completely like its physical form, it doesn't have to eat or drink. It's like you are stuck in a dream, though you never wake up. Your body remains at Hogwarts, but it too will soon join you here. The body cannot be without the soul long, especially if it is alive and well. If your soul were gone, the body wouldn't care. It would not bother disappearing and appearing here, joining it's soul. But I gave my own personal touch to this spell Hermione. Can you guess what that is?"
She was in shock; trying to absorb everything he had just told her. She could only shake her head. He smiled. "Your body will not return to you until you give into me. You will never be whole, until you are mine. And after awhile the soul begins to ache for the body. Your pain will be so intense by this time next week you will be begging to die, but you know as well as I do, only a body can die. But a soul…"
He kissed her lips, tracing his tongue around them. "Lives for a VERY long time…" He thrust his tongue in her mouth, yes she could taste it, could feel it, but her stomach did not convulse, probably because she had no stomach. He had made her soul physical. Dark magic, so ancient she had never even heard of it. Now, she was his. And she would be in constant pain until she gave into him. Well, maybe pain is what she deserved. After all, she had lost Harry. Maybe, she would welcome the pain. Yes, maybe that is what she only deserved in this world anymore…
"I will let you lay here, gather your thoughts. But I will be back later tonight to let you know of the pleasures of being with me. You will know then, what I have in store for you, my dear." He turned and left the room, grinning back at her as he closed the doors. She cried, sobbing to herself, and what surprised her was that tears fell, but they disappeared before they hit the sheets. I guess souls can cry. But she was more of a ghost than anything. A shell of herself. She felt so alone. No Harry, no friends, no life. She curled up into a little ball on the bed, trapped in her own thoughts…
In the hospital wing, Harry waited in a small sitting area across from the student bed area. Drapes were pulled all around Hermione's bed, but he could still see all the shadows of six people encircling her bed. Sirius, Professor Lupin, Hagrid, Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore were all discussing and trying different spells here and there. Madam Promfrey was bustling from in and out of the confined space, bringing bottles and such to the group. It was all driving Harry insane. What had happened to her? What had his copy done to her?
"I knew you weren't yourself Harry. I had a feeling, I just didn't act on it," Ron mumbled, twisting his hands uncontrollably as he sat next to Harry. He had told Harry about his meeting with his evil twin and how it had seemed odd to him.
"It's alright Ron. It wasn't your fault."
"But I could have stopped it!"
"What could you have done Ron? He would have killed you for sure! No, it would not have helped in anyway for you to be the hero and get killed."
Ron sat there, staring at nothing. Harry, whose eyes were red and aching because of tears, just watched as the teachers tried to heal Hermione. About an hour later, Harry saw them all move from behind the curtain and head toward the door. They all walked past Harry, all with solemn faces. Harry watched as Hagrid past, large tears welling up in his beady eyes. He looked at Harry, and headed past him at a fast pace. Dumbledore was still in the room, and summoned Harry and Ron. He asked them to sit, that he had some news, but Harry already knew what he was going to say.
"Harry, this is the hardest thing I have ever had to say to a student. There is nothing I can do. I cannot help her Harry. There is nothing I can do."
Harry felt as if his heart exploded. A pain, an ache even more unbearable than a thousand Cruciatus curses begin to build inside him. "So, he won, hasn't he?"
Dumbledore then smiled, but slightly. "No, Harry. There is still hope. I may not be able to help her, but you can. I have seen some strange things Harry, and most involve what love can conquer. Love has no limits, no boundaries. It has a power that is untapped and unstoppable. Love maybe the answer we are looking for."
He laughed. "Love, is that it? How is love supposed to save her? I love her Professor, but how can that save her from him?"
"You are alive Harry, are you not?"
That hit…
It hit Harry like a ton of bricks, and made him realize what he had said. His mother had saved him, with love. He was alive because of her love. Now he understood, he was going to save Hermione, or die trying.
"What must I do?"
"Stay with her, you and Ron. She may be gone, but her body is still here, for now. But as his hold strengthens on her, she will fade away. You must keep her here! Talk to her; hold her, hold her hand. Make her hear you, she may be able to hear you if you talk to her. If we lose her body, we may as well say we have lost her. If I haven't found where he is keeping the rest of her, we have no hope. I will not rest until I have her location. Once we have that, we can save her. So keep her here Harry. Keep her here!"
A tear fell from Dumbledore's cheek. Harry could almost feel his frustration. He had never seen Dumbledore cry. It startled him. He placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and turned to leave. "I will notify your teachers and the school. I am sure they are all with you, Harry. We only have two weeks to pull off the impossible. But at least we have time."
And with that, he was gone.
Harry spent every moment with Hermione. All of his meals were brought up to him and a bed was made next to hers, but he rarely felt like eating or sleeping. He knew if he didn't though, he would not be at full strength to fight Voldemort if he had too. So, he forced himself to eat, and Promfrey pumped him with sleep potions when she knew he wasn't sleeping again. Ron came up as many times as he could, giving Harry all the news around the school and if they had learned anything really hard in their classes.
"Malfoy has been very cheerful these days. I am getting to wonder if he is not the spy. I know that he had been checked and give the Truth Serum, but I still think he knows Harry. He knows something."
Harry felt anger building. Malfoy, being happy while Hermione lies here, practically lost? He was going to pay for his smugness. But, he had to take care of Hermione; he was not going to let Malfoy get to him.
"Speak of the devil…" Ron started, looking toward the door. Harry returned from his thoughts to see Malfoy out in the hall, talking to Promfrey. Harry stood, walking out to him.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy, just let Mr. Goyle know that the tonic will be ready for his warts in three days." She turned and left the hall. Harry went right up to Malfoy. "What are you doing here?"
He smirked. "Why if it isn't the Heir of Gryffindor!"
Harry had not been expecting that. "What!"
"Did I hit a nerve? Did you honestly think I did not know what was going on? Remember Potter, I know everything. So how is the poor little Mudblood? Still not ALL there? Still dead to the world?"
Harry grabbed him by the neck and pushed him hard to the floor, his grip tightening. "You are the spy Malfoy! You are going to die if you don't tell me where she is! I will kill you here before anyone can even stop me!"
He writhed under Harry, and finally pried one of his hands away. "If….y…you…kill me, how… are…you…g…go…going to save…h...her?"
Harry loosened his grip, but did not let Malfoy up.
"Talk Malfoy."
"I am not the spy. I was not bestowed that honor, but some sniveling idiot was. He is in your house too, or is that to shocking for Potter's precious ears?"
"He is in my house? Who is it! Tell me!"
"I don't know Potter, sorry, can't help you there, now get off me, or have you taken a liking to men?"
Harry leaped off of him, spitting in disgust at the form on the floor, and returned to Ron and Hermione, leaving Draco smirking behind him. "Hope you find him Potter. I will not let some Gryffindor replace me as spy for Voldemort. Never…."
"What if he's lying Harry?" said Ron again, reminded Harry of the worth of Draco's word. "He could be trying to throw you off the track?"
"Think about it Ron, who else could have replaced me, knew where the common room was, knew the password and knew where Hermione always loved to go? I only told the people in the common room that. It has to be someone in our house. But who?"
Harry kept wondering this ever since Malfoy left. Who in his house would ever go to Voldemort? He couldn't even fathom it. He looked down at Hermione. If only she could tell me what happened. Maybe she could pin point the guy. He held her hand tightly, moving close to her ear. "Hermione, please come back to me…"
She awoke to the feeling of fingers gliding up her naked thigh. It was the same as it had been for the past week. Some sort of touch, a kiss, and stroke was what she had awakened to every time she had fallen asleep, if souls could sleep.
The fingers played with the curls between her legs, finding the spot below it and began to stroke in slow, circular motions. She gasped at this, making her body respond the way it always did. She moaned and whimpered, losing her will to fight it. A long slender digit found its way inside, feeling her, stretching her, preparing her for the pain of being broken again. Every time it hurt, he took her virginity over and over again. He found pleasure in her pain, she knew. He would not stop until she gave in.
"Please, no more…I…can't…take…it…anymore. Please." She felt tears filling her eyes, threatening to fall into oblivion. The hand continued to work her body, making the need come again. She bucked her hips slightly, her body betraying her once again.
"Why do you fight me Hermione? Haven't you realized that I am the only one who cares for you any longer? Harry despises you and jumped to the next whore before you two were even broken up. He cheated on you, haven't you figured that out? He never loved you. I, on the other hand, can give you so much Hermione. I can show you the world, if you let me…"
A shift of weight, his lips and tongue met her moist core. He thrust his tongue in and out and nibbled on her clit, send her into maddening ecstasy. She felt her body give way as the all too familiar waves of release crashed into her body like the sea.
I will let you see Hermione. Look into my eyes and see what I have seen. See what he has done to you.
She opened her eyes and saw his. It was like being pulled into a movie. She saw Harry in the common room, walking over to Ginny Weasley. "Ginny, can I talk to you in the hall for a moment?"
"Sure Harry." She followed him into the hall where he turned on her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard on the lips. She was confused for a moment, but melted in his arms. "What are you doing Harry?"
"Realizing what a fool I have been. I have always wanted you Ginny, I was just too blind to see. I want you now more than anything."
"But what about Hermione?"
He cupped her breast and nibbled on her ear. "Fuck her. What she don't know can't hurt her, can it?"
He pulled her into an empty classroom and they lost each other in their arms. Then the scene vanished replaced with another one. Harry going down to Ginny from the Astronomy tower. "I have done it! I told her off! She will never bother my life again. And now, for your gift." He placed her ring onto Ginny's hand.
"Oh, Harry it's beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you, my dear." They kissed as Harry began undoing her robes. The scene faded completely.
See Hermione? See what I have seen? He never cared for you? How could he love you so, if he went to her? He used you. He was going to use you to make his legacy live on, he wanted the power. Why give yourself to him, a man who never loved you?
He spread her legs gently, putting his hard, glistening cock right at her tight entrance. "I love everything about you Hermione. Unlike anyone you have ever known. I love your mind, your heart, your soul, and your body. I love all that you are. You are so beautiful Hermione. Give in to me. Embrace the darkness…"
He glided into her, she tensed waiting for the pain, but it never came. Only the sheer pleasure of his movements that made her body ache for more. He had never been so gentle. The pain never came. She arched upward, feeling his movements. She moved with him, her hips in time with his. She opened her eyes and looked into his. They glowed bright red, burning into her own.
Give in to me…Say my name…Embrace the darkness…
He traced kisses up her chest and to her neck. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Then, he paused.
Lips…
Lips moving to his…
She had kissed him back!
Yes…
He moved faster, plunging deeper into her. He watched with satisfaction as her body began to tense, she was near her peak.
Give in to me…now…
Her mind raced, her body tightening. She knew it was over. Harry was gone, everyone was gone. He was all she had left. She wanted no more pain; maybe he could wash it all away. At least make her forget…. She would never be alone again…
Goodbye Harry…Please forgive me…
And with his last thrust, as he poured himself into her and as she was hit by the sweet spasms of release, she embraced the demon, and whispered to the air…
"Voldemort…"
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