He watched her out of the corner of his eyes. Her long amber brown
hair framed her face and her dark brown green eyes sparkled. He leaned
back confidently as she came around the corner slowly. He smirked.
Perfect. Her stride was confident and powerful and her power radiated
so strong he was surprised it didn't startle the wits out of all the
silly mortals around. But she hid herself well. Not well enough, for
he had found her and the magic that their child will have, will be
imence.
She finally got close enough and he moved snatching her up then disappearing. She struggled desperately and fought. Physically and magically. Her magic was great even without a wand and he shivered in pleasure. Oh yes, she was stronger than he thought. He let her go and she fell to the ground breathing hard.
He had found the perfect place for their exchange. An old house, borded up. He smirked again. Mortals were so fickle. Ready to dispose of something at the lightest tear, but it was only a gain for him. He bent over her and her eyes snapped up to his face fire burning behind them.
"I demand you return me home immediately!" She snarled and he laughed.
"No my dear. Not yet anyway." He lifted her chin and she tried to snatch her face away only to find that she couldn't move. Her eyes turned form anger to fear and he smiled. "Surprised, my little witch. Oh yes I know what you are, but you shan't know what I am. There's no need for that."
"What do you want," she asked the edge still in her voice despite her obvious fear.
"I want a child." He said then pressed his lips to hers. It was more than just physical rape. It was a rape of the mind of the soul. Her brain screamed and tore in horror and her soul knew what he was and screamed in revulsion and horror, knowing, knowing. But she yielded in the end. And in the end, he got what he wanted and she was to weak to do anything at all.
He let her faint when he was done and watched her for a moment before lifting her up into his arms and settled her on the bed. He smiled. Soon.oh so soon. The child would be strong.and it would be his. Suddenly a thought struck him. If it wasn't too affected by it's mothers good. But no, he wouldn't let that happen. With that he turned and left. Left to wait.
And for months she was weak. Lay unmoving on the bed barely eating unless he forced her. And all the while her stomach grew and he waited. All way going as planned.until everything was interfeared with.by mortals.
Footsteps in the building made him jump and retreat back into shadows as a man entered the room. He was tall with a slightly balding head. The hair he did have was deep brown and his eyes where brown. He looked around the room and his eyes widened at the still woman on the bed.
He turned and started screaming something and a woman came up behind him looking flustered. Her hair was rich golden brown and her eyes leaf green. She went directly to the pregnant witch resting a hand on her head.
"Oh she's burning up," the woman said and he watched in fasination as she called her husband to lift her up. "She can't stay here. She can't have a baby in a horrid place like this." The man moved to do his wife's biding just as the one holding his child opened her eyes.
"No!," she said waving him of and the woman knelt beside her. She opened her mouth to tell him something else but instead a scream came and blood flowed as his child. His strong child began to be born. And she fought oh how she fought the child coming, but it had heard the world and wanted a piece of it.
The mortal woman went into a frenzy ordering her husband about trying to help the birth all the while the witch screamed in pain as the child made it's way out and slid into the woman's hands. The woman bundled up the baby in her husband's jacket. The child made not a sound. No cry, no scream just blinked at the world around her.
The witch's breathing was labored. She was dying. He knew she would, her purpose to him was done and it was no concern of his if she did. He had to child.or did he? He watched as the woman slid the baby into the witch's arms. She looked down at it with first fear then love and wonder.then died. And the child cried then a low pitiful sound, and he relized, the child was now ingraved with it's mother's good and he held back a scream of dismay.
The mortal woman stood still for a moment the husband doing nothing. After a moment she lifted the child, his child from the dead witch's arms and held it close to her and turned to her husband with a pleading look on her face.
"We can't leave it," she said watching him.
Her husband nodded. "No we can't." She smiled and looked down at the baby.
"Did you hear that. You're ours now. You're a Granger now. Hermione Granger."
This was a development he hadn't counted on. But he could do nothing. He watched them take the child out of the building and into one of those silly car things the mortals had. He would not be able to raise the child.but he would be there when her birthright powers came. And then he would take her, show her. And she would bring down the world for him. He had to wait. And with that he faded back into the realm of demons. The realm he ruled over to wait as the girl Hermione Granger, born of good and evil, the most powerful of both, grew.
She finally got close enough and he moved snatching her up then disappearing. She struggled desperately and fought. Physically and magically. Her magic was great even without a wand and he shivered in pleasure. Oh yes, she was stronger than he thought. He let her go and she fell to the ground breathing hard.
He had found the perfect place for their exchange. An old house, borded up. He smirked again. Mortals were so fickle. Ready to dispose of something at the lightest tear, but it was only a gain for him. He bent over her and her eyes snapped up to his face fire burning behind them.
"I demand you return me home immediately!" She snarled and he laughed.
"No my dear. Not yet anyway." He lifted her chin and she tried to snatch her face away only to find that she couldn't move. Her eyes turned form anger to fear and he smiled. "Surprised, my little witch. Oh yes I know what you are, but you shan't know what I am. There's no need for that."
"What do you want," she asked the edge still in her voice despite her obvious fear.
"I want a child." He said then pressed his lips to hers. It was more than just physical rape. It was a rape of the mind of the soul. Her brain screamed and tore in horror and her soul knew what he was and screamed in revulsion and horror, knowing, knowing. But she yielded in the end. And in the end, he got what he wanted and she was to weak to do anything at all.
He let her faint when he was done and watched her for a moment before lifting her up into his arms and settled her on the bed. He smiled. Soon.oh so soon. The child would be strong.and it would be his. Suddenly a thought struck him. If it wasn't too affected by it's mothers good. But no, he wouldn't let that happen. With that he turned and left. Left to wait.
And for months she was weak. Lay unmoving on the bed barely eating unless he forced her. And all the while her stomach grew and he waited. All way going as planned.until everything was interfeared with.by mortals.
Footsteps in the building made him jump and retreat back into shadows as a man entered the room. He was tall with a slightly balding head. The hair he did have was deep brown and his eyes where brown. He looked around the room and his eyes widened at the still woman on the bed.
He turned and started screaming something and a woman came up behind him looking flustered. Her hair was rich golden brown and her eyes leaf green. She went directly to the pregnant witch resting a hand on her head.
"Oh she's burning up," the woman said and he watched in fasination as she called her husband to lift her up. "She can't stay here. She can't have a baby in a horrid place like this." The man moved to do his wife's biding just as the one holding his child opened her eyes.
"No!," she said waving him of and the woman knelt beside her. She opened her mouth to tell him something else but instead a scream came and blood flowed as his child. His strong child began to be born. And she fought oh how she fought the child coming, but it had heard the world and wanted a piece of it.
The mortal woman went into a frenzy ordering her husband about trying to help the birth all the while the witch screamed in pain as the child made it's way out and slid into the woman's hands. The woman bundled up the baby in her husband's jacket. The child made not a sound. No cry, no scream just blinked at the world around her.
The witch's breathing was labored. She was dying. He knew she would, her purpose to him was done and it was no concern of his if she did. He had to child.or did he? He watched as the woman slid the baby into the witch's arms. She looked down at it with first fear then love and wonder.then died. And the child cried then a low pitiful sound, and he relized, the child was now ingraved with it's mother's good and he held back a scream of dismay.
The mortal woman stood still for a moment the husband doing nothing. After a moment she lifted the child, his child from the dead witch's arms and held it close to her and turned to her husband with a pleading look on her face.
"We can't leave it," she said watching him.
Her husband nodded. "No we can't." She smiled and looked down at the baby.
"Did you hear that. You're ours now. You're a Granger now. Hermione Granger."
This was a development he hadn't counted on. But he could do nothing. He watched them take the child out of the building and into one of those silly car things the mortals had. He would not be able to raise the child.but he would be there when her birthright powers came. And then he would take her, show her. And she would bring down the world for him. He had to wait. And with that he faded back into the realm of demons. The realm he ruled over to wait as the girl Hermione Granger, born of good and evil, the most powerful of both, grew.