The Legend of Chastity Lorna
Chapter Ten
By Alicia Marie Jennings
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"Viktor?" Hermione sputtered again. "But - but - you're working for Voldemort! I saw you there! You tortured me!"
Viktor smiled, an evil grin. "Ahh, yes, my sveet. I haff pledged my allegiance to Lord Voldemort. I see you haff pledged your allegiances to ze crown."
"GUARDS!!!" Hermione screamed, but she knew no one would hear her. She drew out her wand. "Viktor, I swear, one step towards me and I'll -"
"You'll do what?" he hissed, drawing his own wand. "I know more Dark Arts than you'd ever hope to know, my queen. And you've barely used your wand in three very long years."
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Hermione yelled. Viktor's wand flew into her hand. And then, gathering all her wits and strength about her, she turned and sprinted back down the hall, from the direction she came. She knew that she could never do it. Viktor's legs were much longer than hers, and he was far more athletic than she. "Guards!" she yelled again. "Guards!" Viktor was gaining on her. "HARRY!" she screamed before Viktor snatched her by the hair, taking both wands out of her hands. Binding her hands and feet and putting a gag on her mouth, he scooped up the struggling queen, threw on an Invisibility Cloak, and quickly made his way out of the castle.
~
Harry finally was able to awaken from his dream. He dressed himself quickly and made his way to Hermione's rooms. The RA guard was asleep, and Harry gently awoke him.
"Sir, why don't you end your shift now?" Harry said kindly. "I'm sure that someone else is up now."
The RA guard, embarassed at the king finding him asleep, stuttered, "Ahh...ahh...yes, Your Majesty."
Harry knocked on the door. "Hermione? Hermione, love, it's time to rise." He heard nothing. "Hermione?" he asked again, leaning against the door slightly. It swung open, nearly sending Harry to the floor.
"Guard? Is this door supposed to be locked?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Harry frowned, entering Hermione's room. "Hermione?" He stepped on a piece of paper.
-----
Her Majesty is accompanying me to Albania.
-V.K.
-----
A broken queen piece of a wizard's chess set lay next to the paper. "Ahh, sir?" Harry's guard asked hesitantly. "Is something wrong?"
"Get Professor Dumbledore," Harry said, in a steely whisper, picking up the broken chess piece. "Tell him the Queen has been taken."
~
Viktor took her to the outskirts of Hogsmeade, where a portkey awaited, which took them into a desolate forest.
'Albania,' Hermione thought. 'Where Voldemort is.' Her thoughts were interrupted when Viktor dropped her to the ground. She bit her tounge against the pain of the sharp rocks. She would not cry out. She would not give them the satisfaction. He began untying her feet.
"You vill valk from here," he said gruffly. Hermione made no noise, no sound of acknowledgement, no move to rise. He pulled her roughly to her feet, and only then did she walk.
They obviously didn't have a clue. She was strong three years ago. And she was even stronger now. She was Queen Hermione Anne-Elizabeth, descended of the house of Stuart, marrying today into the house of Allen-Potter. And she would never give in!
The compound came into view. Hermione wanted to vomit at the mere sight of it. Good years of her life had been wasted here. Her parents had been murdered here. She'd seen them murdered, then she had been made to dig their grave, on the outer reaches of the fortress.
Before Hermione knew it, Viktor was knocking on the door of Voldemort's own chambers. Her heart was pounding, and her knees were shaky, but she made none of it known, too proud to let her guard down.
"Well," hissed a voice. "Hermione Granger graces us with her presence once more."
Hermione raised her chin slightly. "You will address your Queen as 'Your Highness,' or 'My Queen', or some other title of reverence, Mister Riddle. I will not take lack of respect from anyone."
Voldemort rose slowly, making his way towards her, his eyes menacing. "Might I remind you, my queen," he said, his voice venemous, "That you are a prisoner in my hands? That I owe you virtually no respect? That I could keep you alive in comfort....or I could kill you slowly and painfully, while your court watches your agony?"
Hermione did not lower her glare. She kept her chin up, her shoulders straight. Her mother had called this her "empress" look. And this man that she was glaring at was the reason her mother was not here now. And that was enough for Hermione to hold her ground.
'That's right,' she told herself firmly. 'They may take away everything you have, but you still have the right to fight for your freedom. You must stand firm. You must hold your ground.'
~
Hermione was led into a dirty, cramped cell. No light was to be found anywhere. The Death Eater laughed as he locked the door. "Honeymoon quarters."
"Thank you, Draco," said Hermione. The Death Eater's steps halted, but after a moment, he continued on.
Hermione felt her way around the cell. Small, and solid. She cursed silently. So much for a loose brick or something of that sort. She took a step backwards - and tripped. Her arms flew out, trying to grasp something, futile in an empty cell. The back of her head hit the stone wall, and she blacked out.
Hermione found herself in the midst of a strange, strange dream. She was watching an image of herself. The image wore a white dress, a gauzy, light material, and she stood in the same cell she had been imprisoned in, only the tiny cell was illuminated with bright, white light. Her hands were risen toward the ceiling, and Hermione heard her own voice.
"Here, in my most desperate hour
I call on my kingdom with all it's power
And the wind
And the rain
And the snow
And the lightening
And the fire, with all it's strength
I call on you now, come forth to my aid!
I call on the dragons, the mighty centaurs
The giants in all their glory
The unicorns and all their purity
Cretures of the magical world, large and small
Come to me, serve me, I call you all!"
The walls began to shake, and the floor began to crumble. The ceiling fell apart, great slabs of it falling to the floor, none of it injuring her image. Her hands, still raised, summoned forth rains and snows to flood, and lightening to destroy what was left. And quite suddenly, her hands were grasped by someone, pulling her out of the collapsing fortress.
One look at the emerald-green eyes told her it was Harry.
~~
Miles and miles away, Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, and Ronald Weasley were bending concerned faces over a book. The title, in gold peeling letters on a red velvet cover, read "Ancient Runes of Atlantis".
"Where in the name of God did you find this book, Professor?" asked Ron, poring over a page.
"I didn't find it," said Dumbledore quietly. "It found me. It just turned up on my bookshelf. I was reading through it long ago, and something came up about the legend, and so I figured it might be of some use now. Princess Marianna of Atlantis, the first bearer of the crown Hermione wears, comissioned this book." Dumbledore lasped into thoughtful silence as they all looked through the book. "But I just don't understand," said Dumbledore softly.
Harry didn't like hearing those words from Dumbledore. Dumbledore was always supposed to have a solution. "What is it, Professor?"
"The crown," he said softly. "Gone from the room...but she can't have it on...otherwise, she would've been able to escape. None other hand than hers and yours can remove that crown. She probably didn't have it on when she was taken. But the crown will find it's way to her," he said, pointing to a page, "And then she can use this."
Harry looked at the paragraph.
~~~~ THE ANCIENT RUNE OF MARIANNA
Here, in my most desperate hour
I call on my kingdom with all it's power
And the wind
And the rain
And the snow
And the lightening
And the fire, with all it's strength
I call on you now, come forth to my aid!
I call on the dragons, the mighty centaurs
The giants in all their glory
The unicorns and all their purity
Cretures of the magical world, large and small
Come to me, serve me, I call you all!
~~~
"We must go to her," said Ron, his face parchment white. "We must."
Dumbledore nodded. "There is no time to waste. Let us hurry."
~~~
Hermione awoke from the dream, confused and a bit frightened. The cell was still dark, and her head throbbed. Instinctively, she patted her side, where a pocket usually was, looking for her wand. It was not there. She hit her fist on the floor in frustration, and gasped when her fist hit something metal.
Carefully, she picked up the object, running her hands over it, trying to figure out what it was......
Her tiara!
"But how......?" she wondered softly aloud, putting it on her head, in it's rightful place. "Surely they wouldn't have given it to me..."
She thought back ot the dream. That ancient rune...could she remember it? And if she could remember it....would it work?
Hermione slowly stood, realizing that her clothes didn't feel as heavy. She fingered her skirt....it was the light, gauzy material from her dream. And then she knew. It had been no ordinary dream. Some way or another, she'd had a vision. A real vision. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the ceiling, looking up as she did so.
"Here in my most desperate hour...." she said softly. Light began to stream into the cell, soft white rays. "I call on my kingdom with all it's power," she continued, stronger. "And the wind
And the rain
And the snow
And the lightening
And the fire, with all it's strength
I call on you now, come forth to my aid!
I call on the dragons, the mighty centaurs
The giants in all their glory
The unicorns and all their purity
Cretures of the magical world, large and small
Come to me, serve me, I call you all!"
By the time Hermione finished the rune, she was shouting, and the cell was as bright as a fire itself. The ceiling began to shake, and the floor trembled. Hermione heard rain sheets pelt the outer walls, and heard thunder as lightening struck the compound. She smelled smoke. She hard hoofbeats of the centaurs and unicorns, she heard thundering footsteps of dragons and giants. The wind howled, and instead of rain, icy cold snow began to pelt the building. And then, she heard the unmistakeable sound of human voices.
"Come on, Ron! She has to be here somewhere!"
"HARRY!" she yelled with all her might. "Harry! I'm here, right here!" Some of the ceiling and wall fell, allowing her to see the night sky outside. "Harry! Ron!" She ducked as more of the ceiling fell, and heard the screams and yells of the Death Eaters. "Harry!"
A hand reached down to her. "Hermione! Come on, the whole thing is about to cave in!"
She gripped his hands tightly, and with Ron's help he pulled her out of the rubble. Cradling her like a child, Harry ran away from the destruction. Ron's face was white, his eyes wide at the ruins of the fortress. Dumbledore held out a Portkey. The portkey, along with the night's events, made her faint dead away.
The last view Harry had of the fortress was of Voldemort climbing out of the rubble.
~~
Author's note:
So Hermione didn't kill Voldie.....*sniff*. Okay, I was proofreading the other day....and I realized i made like a REALLY BIG MISTAKE in Ch. 3, part one of the legend. In his speech at the birthday feast, Charles says that it's Chastity's seventeenth birthday. IT'S NOT. In fact, it was her THIRTEENTH birthday. I apologize for any confusion, and I will change that part of the story as soon as possible.
With love ~*~ Alicia M.
P.S. IN BAD NEED OF A PROOFREADER! If you would like to assist me, PLEASE e-mail me at angel_jaimes16@hotmail.com. I would appreciate your help!!!
P.P.S. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and in response to claire - I had heard about the kosovo trade, but I didn't intentionally base it on that, I don't think.....however, I did use information from a book I read called Soiled Doves. And Harry and Hermione are registered at Linens and Things and Pier 1. :-) And Escritora - get out the orangutans!
Chapter Ten
By Alicia Marie Jennings
~
"Viktor?" Hermione sputtered again. "But - but - you're working for Voldemort! I saw you there! You tortured me!"
Viktor smiled, an evil grin. "Ahh, yes, my sveet. I haff pledged my allegiance to Lord Voldemort. I see you haff pledged your allegiances to ze crown."
"GUARDS!!!" Hermione screamed, but she knew no one would hear her. She drew out her wand. "Viktor, I swear, one step towards me and I'll -"
"You'll do what?" he hissed, drawing his own wand. "I know more Dark Arts than you'd ever hope to know, my queen. And you've barely used your wand in three very long years."
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Hermione yelled. Viktor's wand flew into her hand. And then, gathering all her wits and strength about her, she turned and sprinted back down the hall, from the direction she came. She knew that she could never do it. Viktor's legs were much longer than hers, and he was far more athletic than she. "Guards!" she yelled again. "Guards!" Viktor was gaining on her. "HARRY!" she screamed before Viktor snatched her by the hair, taking both wands out of her hands. Binding her hands and feet and putting a gag on her mouth, he scooped up the struggling queen, threw on an Invisibility Cloak, and quickly made his way out of the castle.
~
Harry finally was able to awaken from his dream. He dressed himself quickly and made his way to Hermione's rooms. The RA guard was asleep, and Harry gently awoke him.
"Sir, why don't you end your shift now?" Harry said kindly. "I'm sure that someone else is up now."
The RA guard, embarassed at the king finding him asleep, stuttered, "Ahh...ahh...yes, Your Majesty."
Harry knocked on the door. "Hermione? Hermione, love, it's time to rise." He heard nothing. "Hermione?" he asked again, leaning against the door slightly. It swung open, nearly sending Harry to the floor.
"Guard? Is this door supposed to be locked?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Harry frowned, entering Hermione's room. "Hermione?" He stepped on a piece of paper.
-----
Her Majesty is accompanying me to Albania.
-V.K.
-----
A broken queen piece of a wizard's chess set lay next to the paper. "Ahh, sir?" Harry's guard asked hesitantly. "Is something wrong?"
"Get Professor Dumbledore," Harry said, in a steely whisper, picking up the broken chess piece. "Tell him the Queen has been taken."
~
Viktor took her to the outskirts of Hogsmeade, where a portkey awaited, which took them into a desolate forest.
'Albania,' Hermione thought. 'Where Voldemort is.' Her thoughts were interrupted when Viktor dropped her to the ground. She bit her tounge against the pain of the sharp rocks. She would not cry out. She would not give them the satisfaction. He began untying her feet.
"You vill valk from here," he said gruffly. Hermione made no noise, no sound of acknowledgement, no move to rise. He pulled her roughly to her feet, and only then did she walk.
They obviously didn't have a clue. She was strong three years ago. And she was even stronger now. She was Queen Hermione Anne-Elizabeth, descended of the house of Stuart, marrying today into the house of Allen-Potter. And she would never give in!
The compound came into view. Hermione wanted to vomit at the mere sight of it. Good years of her life had been wasted here. Her parents had been murdered here. She'd seen them murdered, then she had been made to dig their grave, on the outer reaches of the fortress.
Before Hermione knew it, Viktor was knocking on the door of Voldemort's own chambers. Her heart was pounding, and her knees were shaky, but she made none of it known, too proud to let her guard down.
"Well," hissed a voice. "Hermione Granger graces us with her presence once more."
Hermione raised her chin slightly. "You will address your Queen as 'Your Highness,' or 'My Queen', or some other title of reverence, Mister Riddle. I will not take lack of respect from anyone."
Voldemort rose slowly, making his way towards her, his eyes menacing. "Might I remind you, my queen," he said, his voice venemous, "That you are a prisoner in my hands? That I owe you virtually no respect? That I could keep you alive in comfort....or I could kill you slowly and painfully, while your court watches your agony?"
Hermione did not lower her glare. She kept her chin up, her shoulders straight. Her mother had called this her "empress" look. And this man that she was glaring at was the reason her mother was not here now. And that was enough for Hermione to hold her ground.
'That's right,' she told herself firmly. 'They may take away everything you have, but you still have the right to fight for your freedom. You must stand firm. You must hold your ground.'
~
Hermione was led into a dirty, cramped cell. No light was to be found anywhere. The Death Eater laughed as he locked the door. "Honeymoon quarters."
"Thank you, Draco," said Hermione. The Death Eater's steps halted, but after a moment, he continued on.
Hermione felt her way around the cell. Small, and solid. She cursed silently. So much for a loose brick or something of that sort. She took a step backwards - and tripped. Her arms flew out, trying to grasp something, futile in an empty cell. The back of her head hit the stone wall, and she blacked out.
Hermione found herself in the midst of a strange, strange dream. She was watching an image of herself. The image wore a white dress, a gauzy, light material, and she stood in the same cell she had been imprisoned in, only the tiny cell was illuminated with bright, white light. Her hands were risen toward the ceiling, and Hermione heard her own voice.
"Here, in my most desperate hour
I call on my kingdom with all it's power
And the wind
And the rain
And the snow
And the lightening
And the fire, with all it's strength
I call on you now, come forth to my aid!
I call on the dragons, the mighty centaurs
The giants in all their glory
The unicorns and all their purity
Cretures of the magical world, large and small
Come to me, serve me, I call you all!"
The walls began to shake, and the floor began to crumble. The ceiling fell apart, great slabs of it falling to the floor, none of it injuring her image. Her hands, still raised, summoned forth rains and snows to flood, and lightening to destroy what was left. And quite suddenly, her hands were grasped by someone, pulling her out of the collapsing fortress.
One look at the emerald-green eyes told her it was Harry.
~~
Miles and miles away, Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, and Ronald Weasley were bending concerned faces over a book. The title, in gold peeling letters on a red velvet cover, read "Ancient Runes of Atlantis".
"Where in the name of God did you find this book, Professor?" asked Ron, poring over a page.
"I didn't find it," said Dumbledore quietly. "It found me. It just turned up on my bookshelf. I was reading through it long ago, and something came up about the legend, and so I figured it might be of some use now. Princess Marianna of Atlantis, the first bearer of the crown Hermione wears, comissioned this book." Dumbledore lasped into thoughtful silence as they all looked through the book. "But I just don't understand," said Dumbledore softly.
Harry didn't like hearing those words from Dumbledore. Dumbledore was always supposed to have a solution. "What is it, Professor?"
"The crown," he said softly. "Gone from the room...but she can't have it on...otherwise, she would've been able to escape. None other hand than hers and yours can remove that crown. She probably didn't have it on when she was taken. But the crown will find it's way to her," he said, pointing to a page, "And then she can use this."
Harry looked at the paragraph.
~~~~ THE ANCIENT RUNE OF MARIANNA
Here, in my most desperate hour
I call on my kingdom with all it's power
And the wind
And the rain
And the snow
And the lightening
And the fire, with all it's strength
I call on you now, come forth to my aid!
I call on the dragons, the mighty centaurs
The giants in all their glory
The unicorns and all their purity
Cretures of the magical world, large and small
Come to me, serve me, I call you all!
~~~
"We must go to her," said Ron, his face parchment white. "We must."
Dumbledore nodded. "There is no time to waste. Let us hurry."
~~~
Hermione awoke from the dream, confused and a bit frightened. The cell was still dark, and her head throbbed. Instinctively, she patted her side, where a pocket usually was, looking for her wand. It was not there. She hit her fist on the floor in frustration, and gasped when her fist hit something metal.
Carefully, she picked up the object, running her hands over it, trying to figure out what it was......
Her tiara!
"But how......?" she wondered softly aloud, putting it on her head, in it's rightful place. "Surely they wouldn't have given it to me..."
She thought back ot the dream. That ancient rune...could she remember it? And if she could remember it....would it work?
Hermione slowly stood, realizing that her clothes didn't feel as heavy. She fingered her skirt....it was the light, gauzy material from her dream. And then she knew. It had been no ordinary dream. Some way or another, she'd had a vision. A real vision. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the ceiling, looking up as she did so.
"Here in my most desperate hour...." she said softly. Light began to stream into the cell, soft white rays. "I call on my kingdom with all it's power," she continued, stronger. "And the wind
And the rain
And the snow
And the lightening
And the fire, with all it's strength
I call on you now, come forth to my aid!
I call on the dragons, the mighty centaurs
The giants in all their glory
The unicorns and all their purity
Cretures of the magical world, large and small
Come to me, serve me, I call you all!"
By the time Hermione finished the rune, she was shouting, and the cell was as bright as a fire itself. The ceiling began to shake, and the floor trembled. Hermione heard rain sheets pelt the outer walls, and heard thunder as lightening struck the compound. She smelled smoke. She hard hoofbeats of the centaurs and unicorns, she heard thundering footsteps of dragons and giants. The wind howled, and instead of rain, icy cold snow began to pelt the building. And then, she heard the unmistakeable sound of human voices.
"Come on, Ron! She has to be here somewhere!"
"HARRY!" she yelled with all her might. "Harry! I'm here, right here!" Some of the ceiling and wall fell, allowing her to see the night sky outside. "Harry! Ron!" She ducked as more of the ceiling fell, and heard the screams and yells of the Death Eaters. "Harry!"
A hand reached down to her. "Hermione! Come on, the whole thing is about to cave in!"
She gripped his hands tightly, and with Ron's help he pulled her out of the rubble. Cradling her like a child, Harry ran away from the destruction. Ron's face was white, his eyes wide at the ruins of the fortress. Dumbledore held out a Portkey. The portkey, along with the night's events, made her faint dead away.
The last view Harry had of the fortress was of Voldemort climbing out of the rubble.
~~
Author's note:
So Hermione didn't kill Voldie.....*sniff*. Okay, I was proofreading the other day....and I realized i made like a REALLY BIG MISTAKE in Ch. 3, part one of the legend. In his speech at the birthday feast, Charles says that it's Chastity's seventeenth birthday. IT'S NOT. In fact, it was her THIRTEENTH birthday. I apologize for any confusion, and I will change that part of the story as soon as possible.
With love ~*~ Alicia M.
P.S. IN BAD NEED OF A PROOFREADER! If you would like to assist me, PLEASE e-mail me at angel_jaimes16@hotmail.com. I would appreciate your help!!!
P.P.S. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and in response to claire - I had heard about the kosovo trade, but I didn't intentionally base it on that, I don't think.....however, I did use information from a book I read called Soiled Doves. And Harry and Hermione are registered at Linens and Things and Pier 1. :-) And Escritora - get out the orangutans!