A/N: Here's the chapter that you've been waiting for, it's a bit more wacky
then usual, but hey, that's just me. Thanks to all who reviewed it, my
appreciation goes out to you! It may take me a little bit longer to get out
chapter four; I'm working on three other stories AND I have a New Year's
Party to plan! Hope you enjoy (
k8ylady
#$#$#$ Chapter Three $#$#$#
It's only in my head, thought Harry. The pain isn't real; it's only in my head. Squinting his eyes open, he saw the figure begin to rip Hermione's clothes off, as she screamed, kicked and fought. She was partially undressed when she noticed Harry.
"Help me, please Harry, please help me! Please don't do this, NO!!" she sobbed as the cloaked figure crushed her small body and started to kiss her roughly, touching her in places even Harry didn't dare touch. Almost blinded by his anger and his pain, Harry forgot all of his common sense.
Harry stood up and kicked the figure off of Hermione, pummelling him with all of his strength. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Harry punched and kicked the figure until he was sure they were unconscious, if not dead. Panting, Harry ran over to Hermione, who was bleeding in more places than Harry could count.
"Oh Harry," she whimpered, as he took her into his arms. "Look." she pointed to the figure, which was slowly standing up tall. Brushing dirt off its cloak, the figure merely laughed at Harry's dishevelled appearance and appalled look. He set Hermione down gently and turned to the figure. A familiar voice bellowed.
"VERICUS BELOKUS!"
A piercingly cold light flooded through Harry's body, paralysing him instantly. Harry fell to his knees, watching in horror as the figure moved towards Hermione again. Keeping a wand trained on Harry, the figure pulled a bottle of potion out from its cloak, pulled the cork out with their teeth, and stood tall over Hermione's trembling body. Grabbing her, the figure forced her mouth open and poured the contents of the bottle into her mouth as she spluttered and choked.
When she was finished drinking the potion, which was a dark coloured blue, she lunged forwards, tearing the figure's cloak and ripping out a few hairs. Harry could only watch as the figure kicked her to the ground and chuckled. Turning, the figure disappeared into the woods.
Immediately, Harry could move again. Standing up, he ran to Hermione, who was lying on the ground, barely clothed and crying softly. Harry gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms, ignoring the pain of his own injuries. "Shh. it's alright, I'm here." Harry said soothingly, brushing her hair away from her face. She looked up at him, wildness in her normally calm brown eyes. She was abnormally pale and sickly looking, Harry thought to himself. Sinking into his arms, Hermione muttered something about a baby.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that - No. Not possible. Ignoring his worries, Harry stood up slowly and carried Hermione over to where Impish was grazing. Amazingly, the horse had stayed, and was willing enough to carry the two.
Harry helped Hermione into the saddle and then mounted up himself. Still holding Hermione, Harry nudged Impish on with his legs, as Hermione nestled into Harry's arms. As Harry wearily looked at the setting sun, and then down at Hermione, bloody and bruised, only one thought went through his head;
This is the longest walk in the world.
Parvati and Ron were just visible through the darkness of the trees. His voice weary from use, Harry waited until they saw him before he began to talk. Seeing Hermione's mangled body and Harry's bleeding scar, they ran towards them, frightened looks on their faces. Shouting for her parents, Parvati took Impish's reins as Ron helped Harry and Hermione from the saddle. Mr and Mrs Patil ran from the house, looking as stunned as Ron and Parvati had. They led Harry to the house, who refused to let go of Hermione, still in his arms.
As soon as they were inside, Harry was pelted with question after question, and he could barely hear himself think. Seeing Harry's frustrated looks, Mrs Patil ordered everyone to be quiet and let Harry and Hermione rest. Harry made his way towards the guest room where Hermione was staying, his arms aching from carrying her for almost an hour. Setting her gently on the bed, Harry nearly collapsed on the floor beside her, but stopped himself just in time.
Harry made sure she was covered by plenty of blankets and supported by pillows. Then he grabbed a spare pillow and was asleep before he even hit the ground.
* * *
"I'm afraid the damage is already done. the poor dear will have a heart attack when he finds out. I just hope she'll make it."
Harry woke up to a pounding headache and a severe pain in his neck. He supposed that was due to sleeping on a wooden floor. Rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, he sat up and looked at Hermione, who was sipping tea from a mug with shaking hands. "Oh Harry, you're awake," she said softly, spilling tea on herself. Harry shushed her and went over to close the door where the voices where coming from. He then turned to Hermione, who was looking at him, biting her lip. He walked over to her and sat on the bed.
"Harry, you have blood all over you," she said, gently taking his hand and rubbing it. Harry held her hand gently and looked deep into her eyes. "Are you OK?" he said seriously.
"I'm okay, but I'm not sure about." Hermione cut herself off, eyes widening. "What is it Hermione. You have to tell me. What have you been hiding?" asked Harry, waiting expectantly. Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she buried her head in his chest. Stroking her hair, Harry sighed. She brought her head up, looking into his eyes, and sniffled.
"Okay Harry, I'll tell you. I'll tell you the reason why I'm such a horrible screw-up.Harry." she began.
"Yes..." said Harry eagerly. Hermione looked away, chewing her lip.
"I-I'm. I'm.I'm pregnant Harry. With your child. Please don't hate me, god, I couldn't handle that. Please." Harry almost fainted. He had had his suspicions but. hearing it right from Hermione was. astonishing. He was a father. A bubble of happiness welled up inside of him.
Beaming, Harry gently cupped Hermione's chin and kissed her tenderly. "I love you," he murmured. Hermione looked shocked. "Aren't you mad?" she said, breaking their kiss. "Not at all, love. It's my fault as much as yours. after all, there wouldn't be a baby without me, right?" whispered Harry, kissing Hermione's nose. She let out a sigh of relief and hugged Harry tightly.
Just then, the door opened and a stricken looking Ron walked in, Parvati behind him. Mrs. Patil pushed by them, a tray with various items on it in her hands. Ron and Parvati sat down on a small armchair near the door.
"Good, you're up," said Mrs. Parvati briskly, sounding to Harry much like Madam Pomfrey. Harry reluctantly pulled away from Hermione and tucked her into bed. Mrs Patil took a wet cloth and started dabbing it on Hermione's forehead, wiping off the dried blood. When Hermione flinched, Mrs. Patil took a special solution, poured it on the cloth, and applied it to Hermione's cuts. They immediately vanished, along with the bruises Hermione had on her face.
When Hermione's face was completely healed as well as clean, Mrs Patil turned to Harry, who ducked his head. "Oh no you don't."
Harry's head snapped up on its own and the washcloth began cleaning away the blood on his face gently. His glasses floated away from his face and the cloth began to mop up the blood around his scar. However, when it touched his scar, a fierce pain coursed through him and the washcloth immediately burned to a crisp. His nose dusted with ashes, Harry blinked a few times to clear his fogged vision. It didn't help. He called his glasses to him and jammed them on his face. Everyone was staring at him. Harry shrugged.
Mrs Patil went back to combing Hermione's hair, as she couldn't manage it with her freshly bandaged hands. Harry just sat there; feeling like an idiot while Hermione was cleaned up. Gradually, Ron and Parvati left, and Harry began wandering around the room, waiting for Mrs Patil to finish healing Hermione's arms and legs, and clothing her. When she was done, Harry turned around to look at Hermione. She looked a lot better, fully clothed, clean, and healed. Harry hobbled over to her, as he was still aching from the day's events.
When Mrs Patil tried to heal him, he refused the help, saying a good long rest was all he needed.
Mrs Patil turned walked out of the room, carrying her tray and muttering something about calling the doctor. Harry rolled his eyes and lay down on the bed with Hermione, who curled up against him immediately.
Harry shook his head in amazement. What in the world had he done to deserve such a perfect girlfriend anyways? At that very moment, Hermione kissed his neck tenderly, making him light-headed and giddy. No matter what, Hermione always made him feel incredibly complete and whole. Entwining her fingers in his, Harry closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, Harry noticed that there were several people in the room, staring at him and Hermione. Among them were the Patils and Ron, but Hermione's parents were there as well as a man with a doctor's bag and coat. They were all crying. Harry sat up abruptly, confused.
"What's the matter? Why is everyone crying?" he demanded. Wordlessly, they pointed to Hermione. She wasn't moving, wasn't breathing; Harry could see that her eyelids were purple-shaded and her skin was translucent. A horrible feeling of dread overwhelmed Harry, as he felt her wrist for a heartbeat. There was none.
'No!" he said, recoiling, twisting on the sheets. "She isn't dead, she couldn't be!" Ron nodded sadly as Mrs Granger began to wail. Harry couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he couldn't move. This wasn't possible. It just couldn't be. Not his Hermione. Never her, she was too strong.
Harry stumbled out of the bed and picked her up into his arms. She felt lifeless, like a doll in Harry's arms. Harry's breathing became short and panicked as he looked at each of the faces in turn. Anguish filled Harry's heart, as realization hit him.
Why hadn't they done something? Anything! Biting his lip so hard it bled, Harry felt a fire burn inside him, consuming him more with every breath he took. Breaths that Hermione would never take ever again. How could she die? She looked just fine before! Harry would make her live again, if it meant slaying every single bloody person who caused her death in the search for her rejuvenation. Kissing her cold lips, Harry set her down on the bed and pushed by the crowd of people.
A ripping sound made him turn back. Ron was tearing at Hermione's flesh with his teeth, chewing her skin, blood dripping down his mouth. Only it wasn't Ron anymore, it was Draco Malfoy who was eating Hermione's dead body, crunching her bones.
Utter revulsion made Harry almost want to throw up. Instead, he pushed his way back into the room and was almost about to reach Hermione when she moved. Hermione was alive! Harry's heart soared, but immediately plummeted; she was being devoured alive!
Harry dashed towards the bed but slammed into an invisible wall. Dazed, he heard Hermione's muffled screams through the clear wall. When Harry started kicking the wall, Draco only looked at Harry and grinned, a piece of her flesh stuck in her teeth. With a wave of Draco's wand, Hermione was healed again, and he lowered himself on top of her thrashing body and started to rip off of her clothes as well as his own. Her blows did nothing to stop him; it only seemed to amuse him more.
Harry pressed his face to the glass, eyes bulging. How dare he do that to Hermione!
Draco turned back into Ron again, who started kissing Hermione ferociously, squeezing her breasts as he thrust into her. Her screams muffled by Ron's mouth covering hers, she arched her back Ron when he jabbed with his wand. After a few moments of this, Ron waved his wand and Hermione was tied up to the bedposts, exposed to Ron's eager mouth and hands. As Ron did what he wanted with her, Hermione screamed for Harry. Harry's hands itched to strangle Ron, but instead, he dug his nails into his palms. Ron finally stood up, and wiping his mouth, he bowed to Harry, as though thanking him. Harry slammed his entire body into the glass wall, trying to break through it, when the world dimmed and faded out. "Harry!" cried Hermione. "Harry wake up!"
Harry blinked a couple of times and, eyes widening, he turned to the direction her voice was coming from. There. Right beside him. Calm down, Harry, he thought to himself, it was only a nightmare. Only a nightmare. Or was it?
A/N: I'd just like to thank the writers of a similar storyline, (but Hermione wasn't pregnant :D) whom inspired me to write this piece. My thanks go out to you. I'd add your names, but I can't find the URL (it was on www.expage.com try finding a single page in the directory there!), but thanks anyways! Go H/HR! Another A/N: This chapter was pretty creepy, and yes, I'm a bizarre person. Sorry to any Draco and Ron fans out there, but I had to make a bad guy!
A/N: For some reason, on my computer I couldn't access chapter three from chapter two, so I've decided to add links to all of them to all of the chapters. Sound good?
Chapter One: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1145348 Chapter Two: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1145348&chapter=2
#$#$#$ Chapter Three $#$#$#
It's only in my head, thought Harry. The pain isn't real; it's only in my head. Squinting his eyes open, he saw the figure begin to rip Hermione's clothes off, as she screamed, kicked and fought. She was partially undressed when she noticed Harry.
"Help me, please Harry, please help me! Please don't do this, NO!!" she sobbed as the cloaked figure crushed her small body and started to kiss her roughly, touching her in places even Harry didn't dare touch. Almost blinded by his anger and his pain, Harry forgot all of his common sense.
Harry stood up and kicked the figure off of Hermione, pummelling him with all of his strength. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Harry punched and kicked the figure until he was sure they were unconscious, if not dead. Panting, Harry ran over to Hermione, who was bleeding in more places than Harry could count.
"Oh Harry," she whimpered, as he took her into his arms. "Look." she pointed to the figure, which was slowly standing up tall. Brushing dirt off its cloak, the figure merely laughed at Harry's dishevelled appearance and appalled look. He set Hermione down gently and turned to the figure. A familiar voice bellowed.
"VERICUS BELOKUS!"
A piercingly cold light flooded through Harry's body, paralysing him instantly. Harry fell to his knees, watching in horror as the figure moved towards Hermione again. Keeping a wand trained on Harry, the figure pulled a bottle of potion out from its cloak, pulled the cork out with their teeth, and stood tall over Hermione's trembling body. Grabbing her, the figure forced her mouth open and poured the contents of the bottle into her mouth as she spluttered and choked.
When she was finished drinking the potion, which was a dark coloured blue, she lunged forwards, tearing the figure's cloak and ripping out a few hairs. Harry could only watch as the figure kicked her to the ground and chuckled. Turning, the figure disappeared into the woods.
Immediately, Harry could move again. Standing up, he ran to Hermione, who was lying on the ground, barely clothed and crying softly. Harry gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms, ignoring the pain of his own injuries. "Shh. it's alright, I'm here." Harry said soothingly, brushing her hair away from her face. She looked up at him, wildness in her normally calm brown eyes. She was abnormally pale and sickly looking, Harry thought to himself. Sinking into his arms, Hermione muttered something about a baby.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that - No. Not possible. Ignoring his worries, Harry stood up slowly and carried Hermione over to where Impish was grazing. Amazingly, the horse had stayed, and was willing enough to carry the two.
Harry helped Hermione into the saddle and then mounted up himself. Still holding Hermione, Harry nudged Impish on with his legs, as Hermione nestled into Harry's arms. As Harry wearily looked at the setting sun, and then down at Hermione, bloody and bruised, only one thought went through his head;
This is the longest walk in the world.
Parvati and Ron were just visible through the darkness of the trees. His voice weary from use, Harry waited until they saw him before he began to talk. Seeing Hermione's mangled body and Harry's bleeding scar, they ran towards them, frightened looks on their faces. Shouting for her parents, Parvati took Impish's reins as Ron helped Harry and Hermione from the saddle. Mr and Mrs Patil ran from the house, looking as stunned as Ron and Parvati had. They led Harry to the house, who refused to let go of Hermione, still in his arms.
As soon as they were inside, Harry was pelted with question after question, and he could barely hear himself think. Seeing Harry's frustrated looks, Mrs Patil ordered everyone to be quiet and let Harry and Hermione rest. Harry made his way towards the guest room where Hermione was staying, his arms aching from carrying her for almost an hour. Setting her gently on the bed, Harry nearly collapsed on the floor beside her, but stopped himself just in time.
Harry made sure she was covered by plenty of blankets and supported by pillows. Then he grabbed a spare pillow and was asleep before he even hit the ground.
* * *
"I'm afraid the damage is already done. the poor dear will have a heart attack when he finds out. I just hope she'll make it."
Harry woke up to a pounding headache and a severe pain in his neck. He supposed that was due to sleeping on a wooden floor. Rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, he sat up and looked at Hermione, who was sipping tea from a mug with shaking hands. "Oh Harry, you're awake," she said softly, spilling tea on herself. Harry shushed her and went over to close the door where the voices where coming from. He then turned to Hermione, who was looking at him, biting her lip. He walked over to her and sat on the bed.
"Harry, you have blood all over you," she said, gently taking his hand and rubbing it. Harry held her hand gently and looked deep into her eyes. "Are you OK?" he said seriously.
"I'm okay, but I'm not sure about." Hermione cut herself off, eyes widening. "What is it Hermione. You have to tell me. What have you been hiding?" asked Harry, waiting expectantly. Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she buried her head in his chest. Stroking her hair, Harry sighed. She brought her head up, looking into his eyes, and sniffled.
"Okay Harry, I'll tell you. I'll tell you the reason why I'm such a horrible screw-up.Harry." she began.
"Yes..." said Harry eagerly. Hermione looked away, chewing her lip.
"I-I'm. I'm.I'm pregnant Harry. With your child. Please don't hate me, god, I couldn't handle that. Please." Harry almost fainted. He had had his suspicions but. hearing it right from Hermione was. astonishing. He was a father. A bubble of happiness welled up inside of him.
Beaming, Harry gently cupped Hermione's chin and kissed her tenderly. "I love you," he murmured. Hermione looked shocked. "Aren't you mad?" she said, breaking their kiss. "Not at all, love. It's my fault as much as yours. after all, there wouldn't be a baby without me, right?" whispered Harry, kissing Hermione's nose. She let out a sigh of relief and hugged Harry tightly.
Just then, the door opened and a stricken looking Ron walked in, Parvati behind him. Mrs. Patil pushed by them, a tray with various items on it in her hands. Ron and Parvati sat down on a small armchair near the door.
"Good, you're up," said Mrs. Parvati briskly, sounding to Harry much like Madam Pomfrey. Harry reluctantly pulled away from Hermione and tucked her into bed. Mrs Patil took a wet cloth and started dabbing it on Hermione's forehead, wiping off the dried blood. When Hermione flinched, Mrs. Patil took a special solution, poured it on the cloth, and applied it to Hermione's cuts. They immediately vanished, along with the bruises Hermione had on her face.
When Hermione's face was completely healed as well as clean, Mrs Patil turned to Harry, who ducked his head. "Oh no you don't."
Harry's head snapped up on its own and the washcloth began cleaning away the blood on his face gently. His glasses floated away from his face and the cloth began to mop up the blood around his scar. However, when it touched his scar, a fierce pain coursed through him and the washcloth immediately burned to a crisp. His nose dusted with ashes, Harry blinked a few times to clear his fogged vision. It didn't help. He called his glasses to him and jammed them on his face. Everyone was staring at him. Harry shrugged.
Mrs Patil went back to combing Hermione's hair, as she couldn't manage it with her freshly bandaged hands. Harry just sat there; feeling like an idiot while Hermione was cleaned up. Gradually, Ron and Parvati left, and Harry began wandering around the room, waiting for Mrs Patil to finish healing Hermione's arms and legs, and clothing her. When she was done, Harry turned around to look at Hermione. She looked a lot better, fully clothed, clean, and healed. Harry hobbled over to her, as he was still aching from the day's events.
When Mrs Patil tried to heal him, he refused the help, saying a good long rest was all he needed.
Mrs Patil turned walked out of the room, carrying her tray and muttering something about calling the doctor. Harry rolled his eyes and lay down on the bed with Hermione, who curled up against him immediately.
Harry shook his head in amazement. What in the world had he done to deserve such a perfect girlfriend anyways? At that very moment, Hermione kissed his neck tenderly, making him light-headed and giddy. No matter what, Hermione always made him feel incredibly complete and whole. Entwining her fingers in his, Harry closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, Harry noticed that there were several people in the room, staring at him and Hermione. Among them were the Patils and Ron, but Hermione's parents were there as well as a man with a doctor's bag and coat. They were all crying. Harry sat up abruptly, confused.
"What's the matter? Why is everyone crying?" he demanded. Wordlessly, they pointed to Hermione. She wasn't moving, wasn't breathing; Harry could see that her eyelids were purple-shaded and her skin was translucent. A horrible feeling of dread overwhelmed Harry, as he felt her wrist for a heartbeat. There was none.
'No!" he said, recoiling, twisting on the sheets. "She isn't dead, she couldn't be!" Ron nodded sadly as Mrs Granger began to wail. Harry couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he couldn't move. This wasn't possible. It just couldn't be. Not his Hermione. Never her, she was too strong.
Harry stumbled out of the bed and picked her up into his arms. She felt lifeless, like a doll in Harry's arms. Harry's breathing became short and panicked as he looked at each of the faces in turn. Anguish filled Harry's heart, as realization hit him.
Why hadn't they done something? Anything! Biting his lip so hard it bled, Harry felt a fire burn inside him, consuming him more with every breath he took. Breaths that Hermione would never take ever again. How could she die? She looked just fine before! Harry would make her live again, if it meant slaying every single bloody person who caused her death in the search for her rejuvenation. Kissing her cold lips, Harry set her down on the bed and pushed by the crowd of people.
A ripping sound made him turn back. Ron was tearing at Hermione's flesh with his teeth, chewing her skin, blood dripping down his mouth. Only it wasn't Ron anymore, it was Draco Malfoy who was eating Hermione's dead body, crunching her bones.
Utter revulsion made Harry almost want to throw up. Instead, he pushed his way back into the room and was almost about to reach Hermione when she moved. Hermione was alive! Harry's heart soared, but immediately plummeted; she was being devoured alive!
Harry dashed towards the bed but slammed into an invisible wall. Dazed, he heard Hermione's muffled screams through the clear wall. When Harry started kicking the wall, Draco only looked at Harry and grinned, a piece of her flesh stuck in her teeth. With a wave of Draco's wand, Hermione was healed again, and he lowered himself on top of her thrashing body and started to rip off of her clothes as well as his own. Her blows did nothing to stop him; it only seemed to amuse him more.
Harry pressed his face to the glass, eyes bulging. How dare he do that to Hermione!
Draco turned back into Ron again, who started kissing Hermione ferociously, squeezing her breasts as he thrust into her. Her screams muffled by Ron's mouth covering hers, she arched her back Ron when he jabbed with his wand. After a few moments of this, Ron waved his wand and Hermione was tied up to the bedposts, exposed to Ron's eager mouth and hands. As Ron did what he wanted with her, Hermione screamed for Harry. Harry's hands itched to strangle Ron, but instead, he dug his nails into his palms. Ron finally stood up, and wiping his mouth, he bowed to Harry, as though thanking him. Harry slammed his entire body into the glass wall, trying to break through it, when the world dimmed and faded out. "Harry!" cried Hermione. "Harry wake up!"
Harry blinked a couple of times and, eyes widening, he turned to the direction her voice was coming from. There. Right beside him. Calm down, Harry, he thought to himself, it was only a nightmare. Only a nightmare. Or was it?
A/N: I'd just like to thank the writers of a similar storyline, (but Hermione wasn't pregnant :D) whom inspired me to write this piece. My thanks go out to you. I'd add your names, but I can't find the URL (it was on www.expage.com try finding a single page in the directory there!), but thanks anyways! Go H/HR! Another A/N: This chapter was pretty creepy, and yes, I'm a bizarre person. Sorry to any Draco and Ron fans out there, but I had to make a bad guy!
A/N: For some reason, on my computer I couldn't access chapter three from chapter two, so I've decided to add links to all of them to all of the chapters. Sound good?
Chapter One: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1145348 Chapter Two: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1145348&chapter=2