Saving Her; Saving Us All
NC-17
Illiandyandra
Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville
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Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix
Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.
Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.
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Chapter 17
Hands On
Last Time on Saving Her: However his wards were no longer under his control. He bounced off the wards and instead materialized facing his unwanted family's graveyard. He was burned, and broken, and he landed on the ground. He was in such pain, he barely heard Harry swearing.
Harry PoV
"What the fuck do I have to do to kill you?" I screamed at the still breathing form of Voldemort. "Well Tom? I've made sure that all SEVEN of your horcruxes were destroyed. My forces have killed or captured all your Death Eaters. I blew up your bloody house; how you got out is beyond me at the moment. Well fine. If 'Hand' will not allow for the use of weapons," I yelled. My anger was fiercer that I've ever experienced. "May God have mercy on your fractured, tattered soul." I strode forward, in my anger I forgot the presence of my wife, my father-in-laws, the warding crew. I could only hear the roaring of my own emotions tempered by the love and acceptance of this anger by my bondmates.
The warding crew exchanged looks with the other squads that joined them, and I could feel their eyes on me as I unloaded on Riddle. "You forced my parents to choose between my life and their own. How the hell you ever thought any parent would just give you their child to kill is so bloody beyond me. You gave Dumbledore the opportunity to force me into an upbringing even worse than yours. You force Neville to grow up without his parents. You promulgate a line of pureblood bullshit that would have decimated all of Wizarding Britain." As I strangled the egomaniacal bastard who called himself a 'dark lord' I could have sworn I could almost feel my hands getting stronger. It was almost as if Severus, and Kingsley, Fred, George and Sirius were adding their strength to my own. I could feel my will getting stronger. As though Hermione was adding her indomitable strength and stubbornness to mine.
"I dropped a house on you, literally. I've killed all your minions. Why won't you just die?" I screamed. My hands began to glow with Eldritch fire. "I've got people who love me. Friends who would kill for me, and I would do the same for them. I've got a family name that rings with honor and prestige. I know and am proud of who I am and where I come from. What are you even trying to stay alive for? Everyone hates and fears you. You have no friends, only underlings, almost all of which are dead, and most of whom only gave you their loyalty because you lied to them about everything you are. Not to mention that as soon as I've finished with you, I will turn this nation over to make sure that every person; wizard, witch or muggle; who supported you dies alone and unmourned. Your made up name is ridiculous, its cowardice. No one will ever remember your real name. My family and I will see to it that you are barely a footnote in the annals of history."
"You are the most pathetic creature ever. You've lied to every person you've ever spoken to. You assert the pureblood agenda, and yet you are named for your muggle father. Yet you are a by-blow, a potion baby. And even the potion couldn't get your dad to marry your squib of a mother. You are a worthless pathetic old man-made even more pathetic by a manipulative old bastard. One who was too full of his own self-importance to do his job and take care of his responsibility to you." I sneered at the thing in my hands. "In fact, you are even more weak and pathetic now than you were when I burned you out the back of Quirrell's head. Your Horcruxes have all been destroyed. The diary, gone.I killed it when I was an ickle second. The ring, the goblins got rid of that during the summer. The diadem, the cup, your stupid familiar, all gone. Even that piece of shite fragment you sloughed off the night you murdered my parents." I ranted, my thoughts and words coming to me from Hermione, Fred and George.
The seven of us were, in that moment, as one; one mind, one being, one purpose. "Don't worry," they said through me, "We'll make sure to create a more fair, more just and balanced magical Britain—just to spite you." Finally the reconstituted form of Tom Marvolo Riddle stopped struggling, stopped breathing, stopped 'living'. I let the form drop from my hands. But my rage was still so great. My heart hurt more than I thought possible. I retrieved the gun Prince Harry gave me from my waist band. Remembering his words, I aimed and squeezed the trigger. Over and over, firing into the corpse of Lord Voldemort. I lost count of how many times I pulled the trigger. I kept firing even as the hammer clicked into the empty chamber.
Ambient PoV
Severus moved over to the young man he'd hated before he'd ever been born. A young man who was now as much a part of the dour Potions Master as his head or heart. He reached out and pulled the empty firearm from Harry's angry fists. He passed it to his non-magical father in law, repressing a shudder at the thought of it in the hands of his red-haired father-in-law. He pulled the lean young man into his arms. "It's done, Harry, It's done. Your mother would be so very proud of you. It's done."
Soon Harry was enveloped in the warm strong arms of his godfather and those of his lovers who were present. The young man, who'd learned as a small child that crying was all too often unproductive, finally realized that sometimes the catharsis provided by crying is the only way to be able to breathe, broke apart in the safe embrace of many who loved him.
Good Riddance
Ambient PoV
Arthur and Hestia took charge of the transport of Riddle's corpse to the Department of Ministries. The Unspeakables had asked for three days to examine the carcass. An arrangement had been reached, allowing them to do their research. However all research must be done in the presence of a New Order member. The Green Squad took charge of working with Neville to remove the corpses of those who fell prey to his botanical traps, while Neville concentrated on removing the traps themselves. Black Squad took charge of the removal of the rest of the corpses. The dead would be transported to a special morgue in the bowels of Hogwarts, to allow for the proper identification and to check for the possibility that one of the most loyal may have created their own horcrux. The Blue squad had the responsibility of conveying the injured Death Eaters to the secure ward of St. Mungo's, where they remained under Auror and New Order guard.
The warding crew was taking down each and every ward that had ever been layered over the Riddle property. Monday morning, all across the country, many government offices would find formerly misplaced paperwork concerning a large estate in Little Hangleton that had never been properly probated. Hermione with the assistance of Bill, Sharptooth and Luna laid a very complex ward that would not allow anyone with ill intent to cross the ward line. Harry used the communication mirror to call Remus, Moody and the twins; who had completed their assignment; and together they emptied all the graves of the bones of any and all Riddles buried there. No one wanted to risk the chance that Riddle could be reformed by some crazy at a later date.
The exercise was rendered moot, however; as, over the next several days, all across the Wizarding world over three hundred wizards and witches fell victim to some sort of wasting disease. Britain, Europe and Asia were the hardest hit, America and Australia suffered the least causalities. There seemed at first to be little rhyme or reason to who were struck. Some of the most influential and richest members of the ICW and each country's Wizengamot equivalent. Ministry Aides and Department heads. Healers and Hospital Administrators. Upon in depth background checking it was discovered that the one thing these people all had in common was their support of the Pureblood agenda. In support of the agenda they had pledged their support, their magics and their lives to Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort.
By the time all was complete, the bones and wards all removed, the bodies all located and transferred, security measures all in place; the sun was peaking over the horizon. Harry and Severus were the last wizards to leave…the last wizards to touch ground in that location for a very long time thereafter. Almost every trace of magical presence had been eradicated from the area.
The seven of prophecy, joined together in a writhing mass of euphoric bliss, before falling into slumber. Classes had been canceled, and Shack was given the day off in gratitude for his actions the night before.
NO REALLY WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE FOR PEOPLE TO REALIZE THEY SHOULD NEVER PISS OFF HERMIONE
Hermione PoV
As my husbands and Hogwarts slept, I knew that there was something I needed to do more than I needed to sleep. I extricated myself from the embrace of my lovers and the bed quietly. Watching for a moment as Harry and Severus rolled together into the space I'd just vacated.
I dressed quickly in a pair of fitted boot cut jeans, and a jumper the color of Harry's eyes. I sent sensations of calm and peacefulness through the bond, and watched for a moment as my husbands cuddled together in their restful sleep. I left our bedchamber with a small smile on my face. During the time it took me to make my way to the floo in the living room of our rooms, I contemplated my mission for the morning.
Rita was outside my reach, though honestly I was comfortable with the way Sirius and my parents had dealt with the hack. However there was one other person, who I felt deserved my personal attention. Given the events of the night before, I was in a bit of a hurry to get this handled and return to the arms of my loves. I was also under some rather unfortunate restrictions. I could not really maim nor permanently harm the mother of two of my husbands after all.
It was far easier to find Molly's new abode than I originally thought it would be. A simple compass spell led me to her flat above a slightly dodgy store in Diagon Alley. Given the early hour, I felt it would be the height of rudeness to knock upon her door…after all I wasn't angry at her neighbors.
Her wards were laughable. I'd have been able to dismantle them by Christmas of my third year. I took them down and a simple alohomora later and I was the flat's smallish living room. To be honest the room was quite nice, decently furnished with many homey touches. Molly always knew how to make the best of her environment by utilizing her talents in knitting and the other homemaking arts. I wondered for a moment if she weren't more gifted at transfiguration than I had ever before considered.
I walked into the kitchen and calmly made some tea. I was in the process of transfiguring some old Daily Prophets into a suitable tea service, when Molly came from the bedroom looking very disheveled and holding her wand at the ready. "Who? Hermione? Oh, you've come for a visit? Dear girl, isn't it rather early for a social call." I'm sure she's not feeling as polite or motherly as she sounded.
"But, Molly dear, I'm not an associate; I am, after all, your daughter in law…twice over. I'm family. And it's never too early for family." I said politely.
"Family interesting word you chose to use…since you destroyed mine." Molly said losing her tenuous hold on her temper.
"Really…I did that?" I questioned innocently. "How, Molly dear? I was not the one to follow Albus Bloody Dumbledore blindly and loyally…to the detriment not only of myself, but to the detriment of my family and many I called my friends." I said calmly sipping my tea. "I did not sleep with him, only to pass his daughter off as my husband's. The same husband I cheated on to sleep with a disgusting old goat-shagger in the first place. I've not been brainwashing my daughter to the point where she was willing to lie, cheat, steal, or potion to get a boy who, at best, thinks of her as a sister."
"Harry was destined for my Ginny, until you came twitching into the picture." Molly ranted. "You are nothing but a harlot, a scarlet woman."
"Molly, you and I both know that is not true. Whether you convinced yourself of it to feel better about what you were doing to both Ginny and Harry, or Dumbledore convinced you to get you to go along with it, only you know for sure…but you do know that Ginny was not for Harry. As to the other statements, do you really want to try to paint me with your own brush? Molly Wobbles, and she always goes down? It's amazing what wizards will write in the margins of library books and carve under the tables in the study hall." I smirked.
She looked aghast. "I- it –well I've never."
I raised my eyebrows, giving her a skeptical look. "Really, because from what I've read there wasn't anything you can claim to never."
As I expected Molly went for her wand. I was quicker. She fired off a quick tergeo. Little known fact about that spell, if overpowered, it can remove flesh from bone. I spun out of the way, and it hit the wall, scouring a hole in the room's drywall. I flung back a knockback curse that caught her in the hip as she tried to dodge it. Her bottom half headed towards the back wall while her top half pitched forward smacking her face into the floor. She raised her head and tried to confunde me. The spell hit my mirror shield and bounced back at her. While she was dazed and confused, I began to layer spells onto her.
I was patient. Several times I chose to recast the confundus charm, rather than simply binding her or stupefying her. By the time I left the apartment I was satisfied with my spell work. I returned to my lovers with a smile.
Ambient PoV
Hermione returned to Hogwarts to be greeted by a truly arousing sight. Kingsley sat against the headboard of the bed with George to his left and Severus to his right. Each of the men was receiving fellatio from one of their counter parts. The givers were slowly building the passion in their lovers, teasing with their lips and tongues and mouths. Their wife sat back and watched both with her eyes and through the bond. When George tumbled into the abyss of pleasure first, Kingsley and Snape followed like dominoes. The feelings of pleasure in the bond combining with what they themselves were experiencing and made it impossible to hold back any longer.
Harry stood and crossed to their wife. He kissed her deeply, sharing with her the taste of the satisfaction of one of their lovers. She shivered under the onslaught of his passion. Quickly he disrobed her, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull her jumper over her head. Messily he tossed it cross the room and returned his attention to kissing her breathless. The second her pants and panties had hit the floor he picked her up and slowly slid her down onto his fully engorged cock. "God, Mione, so good. So tight." Harry almost hissed.
Walking her back to the bed, he laid her down and began thrusting himself in and out of her wet heat. Fred and Sirius came over and bracketed the couple, each man fastening his mouth to one of Hermione's bouncing breasts. They licked, suckled, and nibbled until the normally loquacious girl was babbling as though hit with a jinx. Harry groaned as Hermione started undulating around her, as she was wracked by orgasm after orgasm, each one lasting longer than the one before, each one stronger than the one before. Rejuvenated by the passion and pleasure zinging through the bond, Kingsley moved behind Harry and cast the lubrication charm directly onto his ass. The bigger man pressed a huge black hand to the small of Harry's back, stilling him long enough to enter his tight little backdoor.
The three of them moved together, while Severus and George moved to avail themselves of the bodies of their other lovers. The seven lovers pleasured themselves and each other until they came in an explosion of passion that was so strong it knocked their exhausted forms into a restorative sleep.
Dobby and Winky popped into the room silently. Using their magics they changed the bedding without waking even the lightest sleeper. They bundled their friends under fresh covers and smiled as they left the room as quietly as they had appeared.
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