Lmpt chapter 4: The Rebellion
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Harry walked over and took Hermione in his arms.
"Oh, Harry…" she whispered. "our baby… our baby is out there alone."
"I know," he said soothingly. "I'll kill whoever did this. I'll make them pay."
"I just want her back,"
"So do I,"
Ron and Lavender sat on the couch. Lavender's eyes were bloodshot, and Ron kept stroking her hair.
"Master Sirius requests a word," a guard walked into the nursery.
Harry turned to him. "Thanks. Ron, you come with me." He turned back to Hermione, and lead her over to sit next to Lavender. "Just relax here a bit, I'll be back," he kissed her hand and he and Ron strolled out.
"I can't believe this," Lavender moaned.
Hermione burst into tears.
Lavender rubbed her back. "It's kind of ironic,"
"What is?" Hermione asked in between sobs.
"I mean, you lose a baby, and God willing you'll get her back…"
"Lavender, what are you saying?"
She was silent.
"Lavender?"
Lavender's eyes filled with tears. "Hermione, I'm pregnant."
"Oh!" Hermione gave her a hug.
"I didn't tell Ron yet,"
"Congratulations," Hermione sobbed.
"Thanks," Lavender sobbed back. "I just don't know how to tell Ron."
Two days later, all of Wizard London was in an uproar. Every witch and wizard, every shape and size, were searching for the missing princess. As each day went by, Harry and Hermione's fears got worse and worse.
Untill---
Sirius ran into Rachel's nursery, where Harry and Hermione spent most of their time over the past few days. "SHE'S BEEN FOUND!"
Hermione gave Harry a quick hug and ran to Sirius. "Where?!"
From inside the carriage, Hermione saw large numbers of witches and wizard all mulled around a trauf behind a large manor in the pure-blood section of London. Officials from the ministry of Magic kept them at bay, and carriages from the London hospital were parked nearby. The carriage came to an abrupt hault. Harry and Hermione jumped out, led away by their guards passed a dozen teary-eyed witches and wizards. Hermione was clutching Harry's hand so hard that she was afraid she'd break it, but didn't dare let go. Harry put his arm around her as they were lead away. They didn't even know if she was alive--- Sirius only said that she had been found.
"Wait right here please, your highnesses," an official from the Minsitry told them.
"Bullshit!" Hermione. "I want to see my daughter."
"She is being tend to by the London Hospital Unit (LHU), my lady."
"Is she alive?" Harry asked.
The official nodded. "Yes, my lord. She was found early this morning by a house-elf in the trauf back there."
Hermione collapsed into tears in Harry's arms.
"Is she going to be okay?" Harry demanded.
"That is all I know, sir, I am deeply sorry," the official said.
"Let us through." Harry said.
"Sir, I was instructed…"
"That is MY daughter back there! You either let me through or I will charge my way through." Harry spat.
The official frowned, and reluctantly moved aside.
Harry lead Hermione back past the guard and over to the LHU. Rachel lying awake on a stretcher and staring over the heads and shoulders of the nurses and at her parents. She laughed. Harry sucked in a deep breath.
A nurse turned to them. "Your majesties!" and bowed.
"Is our baby okay?" Hermione asked.
The nurse smiled. "Well, we feared she had Hypothermia from being outside all night in this cold, but she's one tough cookie. She's a very healthy, and happy child."
Hermione sobbed. Harry stroked her hair. "Can we take her home?"
The nurse smiled again. "I don't see why not."
"COWARDESS!" The man yelled at the witches and wizards before him. He slammed a copy of the Daily Prophet down. The front page showed a picture of Harry and Hermione cuddling Rachel. Below that showed a picture of Janus being lead away to the dungeons.
"'I just couldn't do it'," he read the article. "Says Janus Jenkins, who is being charged of kidnapping Princess Rachel from the palace. 'I know I was supposed to kill the baby, but I couldn't. So I left her in the trauf and ran.' Jenkins will face execution at a later date." He looked around the room. "will there be any more screw-ups like this bitch?"
The room was silent, they all held cold expressions.
"Well, will there?" he asked again.
There was a thunderous "NO!"
"If you pledge your allegiance to my master, you must be strong-willed and determined! Will we overthrow the royal family?"
There was a loud "YES!"
"That's what I wanted to hear," he said. "Now roll up your sleeves. It's time to mark you."
"She's just a baby," Hermione moaned, as she watched the palace guards stand guard outside of the nursery. They had done away with all of the nannies. They called upon Ron, Lavender, or Sirius to babysit.
"I know," Harry said, rubbing her shoulders. He turned to Sirius. "What's going on?"
Sirius rubbed his chin. "Something. And I don't like it. I have the Ministry all over it, of course. And I think this kidnapping and the disgruntled witches and wizards at the tour are all connected.
"That's it!" Hermione cried. "I am sick of this!" she got up and started pacing angrily around the room.
"Hermione…" Harry started.
"I told you, a long time ago that no matter how many laws you wrote, you couldn't change prejudice… and now it's alive and more hateful than ever!" Hermione spat.
Sirius looked from Harry to Hermione. "I'll leave you two alone," he quickly left the room.
"I'm doing the best I can!" Harry yelled.
"I don't want to fear for our safety every day, Harry!" Hermione cried.
"We've made a few mistakes with the nannies, they're gone. We have round the clock security, nothing can hurt us."
Tears began to creep out of her eyes. "I want to believe that."
"What else can I do, Herm?" Harry moaned. "Tell me. Tell me, and I'll do it."
"I know," she whispered, walking over to him and putting her hands on his face. "But after we've had these attacks… I want to leave. I want to leave her and never come back."
"What!?"
"Our baby could have died at the hands of those hateful people, Harry! And they haven't been caught, they could strike any minute, and we're just waiting for them to do it!" she paused. "I don't want to live anywhere near people like that."
"And thank God Rachel is alright, but this is our home, Hermione! I am doing everything in my power to find those people. They're not all like that!"
"Then let's send Rachel away," Hermione moaned. "To a nursery somewhere far away."
Harry shook his head. "The media would be all over that, and she'd be unprotected. I want her here."
"Harry!!!" Hermione cried. "I AM SCARED!"
Harry turned to her. "C'mere." He pulled Hermione into his arms.
"I don't want to be, but I am." She sobbed.
"I know," he soothed. "But this place is just as safe as Hogwarts. There's nothing to fear. I'm here."
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too."
Dubbs passed by the Harry and Hermione's room. "Final stages of the plan are in action, sir." He spoke into his wand, rubbing his new tattoo. "I'll send the carriages as soon as they're asleep."
Harry and Hermione were awakened by a large crash. Hermione sat up with a start. "Harry!?"
He was beside her, already pulling on his shoes. There was yelling and running heard. He stuck his wand inside his robes. "Stay here."
"Harry…" she started.
"Stay here. Call downstairs, have the carriages brought up front."
"Be careful!" she yelled.
Harry walked to her and kissed her. "Once the carriages arrive, get Rachel and get out. I don't know what's going on, but it can't be good."
"Harry…"
He turned back to her. "I love you."
"Love you too."
And he left the room.
Harry couldn't believe what he saw. Bodies of his guards lay strewn through out the hallway. He ran down the hall, and was met by another guard.
"Sir!" he yelled.
"What's happening?" Harry demanded.
"Dubbs and Timms have betrayed us! They've been working for the dark side, and have helped with the attack! Death Eaters have rebelled, sir!"
Dubbs and Timms!? The thought kept repeating in his head.
"That carriages are downstairs, sir! Come!"
"Rachel?" he asked.
"Sent ahead to Mr. Ronald Weasley's."
"I can't go! Hermione is still in our room!" he turned to go back, and a familiar face turned the corner.
A familiar face with an evil glare.
"Henry!" Harry yelled.
Hermione fumbled in the darkness for her wand. She heard her door open. "Whose there? Harry?"
"Time to cleanse your blood, you filthy Mudblood!" a voice hissed. "Allio, Ocean!"
And Hermione was falling…
"Yes I, sir." Henry smirked.
"Why!?" Harry demanded.
"Well, after you humiliated me, I decided to get revenge. My master welcomed me with open arms and low and behold, I orchestrated this whole thing. Won't the Dark Lord be pleased."
"You're sick!" Harry gasped, his hand circling around his wand.
"No, no Prince… I mean, King now is it? You're sick for marrying a Muggle-born. There is no one here for you to trust. They all work for my master… the only master and they will be your demise."
Harry jerked his wand out of his robes.
"You may want to put that away before someone gets hurt." Henry smirked. "That's not a toy."
"Destroy my castle, Henry." Harry said. "But you can never destroy my family, or my love for them. Avada Kedavara!" He shouted, the light from his wand causing Henry to fall dead before him. He leapt over the body and back to his room. Searching every corner, and coming up empty handed, a bad feeling erupted into the pit of his stomach. Hermione was gone.
End chap 4! Revieeew!
