SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1A/N's: Hey everyone! *sighs sadly* I'm sure you've all noticed the title change of my baby :-(
Now, even though I'm sad about it, there is a really good reason for this. I finally got my first semi-flame. The person *cough*Jolie*cough* didn't actually criticize the story, but rather the title. She told me that Lucifer is really a bad mistranslation of the bible and is not the name of the fallen angel (the Devil). I didn't actually believe her at first, especially since one of the web-sites she gave me was a Mormon website (no offense to Mormons intended), but after some extensive research on my part (and my dad's), I found out she's right.
Lucifer really is a mistranslation and is only actually mentioned in the whole Bible once, and once you read the verse you can see where it can be a mistranslation. Plus, Lucifer is a Latin name, not Greek or Hebrew (the languages of the Bible). That was a bad mistranslation by St. Jerome there.
So then, now that I had found out that the reviewer was right, I had to decide whether to change the title or not.
Originally, I hadn't planned on it since out of 135 reviews nobody had noticed yet. Plus, my dad is a pastor, and even he didn't know about the mistranslation.
So after a long internal debate, I did decide to change it. I take my story very seriously so I wanted it to be perfect. So voila! Harry Potter and Lucifer's Reign is now officially Harry Potter and the Reign of Darkness. It's not too big of a change so I hope you guys don't mind too much.
(*points* I blame you, St. Jerome!)
Also, one more thing before you start this chapter, there are some curse words in this chapter, but it shouldn't really be a problem since the story's rated PG-13. I'm sure they're words you've all heard before. ;-) This is a long chapter, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did when writing it. And review responses are at the bottom like always.
Enjoy!
Chapter 11: Dragging, Nagging, Shagging, and Gagging
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
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Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise before the deathly green curse hit him square in the chest making Riddle fall backwards onto the dusty hardwood floor.
Harry was doubled over, panting heavily, with sweat dripping down his forehead. He heard a high squeak in the corner, and wearily turned to face it.
Peter Pettigrew was whimpering while staring from Voldemort's still form to Harry and back to Voldemort again.
Harry's face hardened in anger. "Oh shut the hell up, you blubbering baby!" And with that, Harry stunned him furiously with a little more force than necessary. Harry walked over to the still form and kicked him in the stomach...just for good measure.
Harry was pacing distractedly and thinking about what to do next, when he remembered a little detail. An important little detail.
Hermione.
She was still in a body bind and Harry quickly jumped over to her while undoing the spell. When she was free to move about, the first thing she did was jump on him and crush him in a hug. Unfortunately, she was crushing his broken arm and Harry gave a yelp in pain. She hastily jumped back.
"Oh Harry! I'm so sorry," she said with tears pooling down her cheeks. They both knew she wasn't talking about his broken arm, although Harry wasn't sure exactly why she was sorry otherwise. He decided he'd worry about that later.
Hermione leaned over Voldemort's still body in a hesitant way.
"Don't even bother checking. He's not dead," Harry told her almost distractedly.
Hermione looked up at him sharply at this. "How do you know?" she asked with curiosity in her voice as well as a twinge of doubt. All the same, she shrank away from the body and unconsciously got closer to Harry.
"I—," Harry furrowed his eyebrows together, "I'm not sure. I just know." He was staring at Voldemort's still form, not really seeing him. He seemed to be deep in thought.
A few seconds later, he snapped out of it abruptly and turned to Hermione, making her jump.
"C'mon, we have to go," Harry said hurriedly while starting to walk toward the door.
"Wait! What about Wormtail?" she asked him while biting her bottom lip and glancing toward the still form of the rat.
Harry gave a frustrated sigh and turned to look at Pettigrew with an expression of distaste. "Look, we don't have time! Just forget about him!" Harry said urgently while roughly grabbing her upper arm ignoring her cry of surprise. He got all the way through the hall and was about to descend the stairs before Hermione pulled herself out of his grasp and glared at him through narrowed eyes. Harry just rolled his eyes making Hermione bristle indignantly and kept hurrying forward, by now almost running. Hermione hurried to catch up with him.
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A little more than an hour later found Harry and Hermione running—or more like stumbling—through a forest in who knows where.
Upon stepping out of the front door, they had found out that the house they had been in was situated on a large cliff in between a small village and a dense forest. When choosing which direction to go, Harry had opted for the forest.
Despite being the middle of August, the forest was cold and damp. Both Harry and Hermione's bodies were littered with cuts and scratches and they were both tired and out of breath. Mud covered both of their clothes and Hermione had leaves and twigs in her frizzy hair. Not that their appearance mattered to either of them right now.
*thump*
Harry hadn't even bothered to stop until he heard Hermione starting to cry softly. Surprised, Harry turned around and was met with the site of Hermione sitting on a bed of leaves on the cold forest floor about thirty feet away with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms placed firmly around them. She had her face down, splaying frizzy curls all around her. Her shoulders were shaking and it was obvious she was crying. Harry approached her carefully.
"Hermione?" he asked her gently. When she didn't respond, he tried again. "Hermione, are you hurt?"
Hermione just shook her head and continued to cry. Harry was feeling more uncomfortable by the seconds. He clumsily sat himself down next to her ignoring the wetness of the leaves underneath him and awkwardly patted her back. Harry was surprised when she flung her arms around him and sobbed onto his shoulder.
After a few uncomfortable minutes, Hermione's sobs subsided and she pulled back looking into the concerned face of her best friend.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" he asked with a gentle voice.
Hermione didn't answer for a long time and Harry was about to get up again when she spoke.
"Oh Harry, it was just so terrible—," her pain filled voice was cut off by a snort of laughter totally lacking amusement.
"You think I don't know that, Hermione? 'It was so terrible'," he mimicked Hermione's voice, "of course it was terrible, Hermione, it was Voldemort, what did you expect? An invitation to tea with him wearing a big fluffy dress?" Harry asked in a hard tone laced with heavy sarcasm.
Hermione shrank back from him, wincing as if he'd slapped her. Both Hermione and he were surprised at his tone. Before this summer, Harry had never been intentionally rude to his friends—at least not without a reason. The time they had spent in the summer had seemingly consisted of only of his friends' poor attempts at conversation with either a yes or no answer or a sarcastic remark in return from Harry. They really hadn't talked. Before they were portkey'd to—well wherever they portkey'd to—Harry had been ready to throttle Ron, and he wasn't exactly on good terms with Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys.
Currently, Hermione's eyes were starting to tear up again and she had an expression of utter hurt on her face. Harry felt guilty immediately until Hermione's expression changed completely. She furiously swiped the tears that had started to trail down her pale cheeks and her face hardened in anger. Before Harry could act—or even think, for that matter—Hermione's hand swung back in a fist and she punched Harry's face. Hard.
Harry jumped back in surprise clamping his hand over his left eye. His now broken glasses clattered to the damp forest floor.
"Dammit, Harry Potter! What the hell is wrong with you?" Hermione screamed at Harry who was staring at her in a surprised—and even a little fearful—manner, through one eye. It was surprising enough that Hermione had punched him, and then she actually cursed. Was this really someone else under Polyjuice? His Hermione never cursed. His Hermione? When had she become his Hermione? He was snapped out of his thoughts by Hermione's enraged voice.
"Why have you been acting like such an asshole lately, Harry? What's wrong with you?"
Harry's face hardened and he roughly pushed past her to begin their journey through the forest once more.
Hermione was by now no longer angry and instead hurried to keep up with him while asking him anxiously, "Aren't we being good enough friends, Harry? Have we done something wrong?"
Harry heaved a frustrated sigh and turned to face her with an expressionless mask on his face. "Look Hermione, I don't want to talk about it. I'm perfectly fine, and it's none of your business anyway."
Hermione looked hurt at this and cast her eyes quickly to the ground—away from the piercing emeralds. Harry sighed once more, this time with guilt. She was his friend—his best friend—and she hadn't done anything wrong to have to be at the receiving end of his frustration. Harry reached out and gently lifted her trembling chin with his fingers so she could look him directly in the eyes. Her eyes shone with tears and the raw emotion that lay beneath them made Harry's breath catch in his throat.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a soft voice, "Listen Hermione, I'm sorry for snapping at you, okay? Can we just move on? The Death Eaters should be on our trail by now." Hermione nodded while biting her lower lip remembering their predicament. Harry let go of Hermione's chin while letting out a breath and smiled his first true smile in a long time, making Hermione smile as well.
Harry led the way and walked forwards—right into a tree. Hermione laughed out loud until she saw the pained expression on her friend's face, making her rush over quickly. Harry was clutching his arm in obvious pain and tried to get up but stumbled back landing again on his bum. He looked up at her sheepishly, but with pain obvious in his eyes.
"Sorry, I had totally forgotten about my arm."
"What happened to it? Is it hurt badly? Did you break it? When?" Hermione asked each question in very quick succession while helping Harry to his feet.
Harry grimaced. "Yeah, back at that house. It was stupid though, I think I broke it when traveling with the portkey," he replied blushing.
"Honestly," Hermione said while rolling her eyes playfully. "You fight with a Death Eater and Lord Voldemort himself and you don't even get so much as a scratch, but you can't even handle a bloody portkey," Hermione said with a dramatic sigh and shake of the head while healing Harry's arm with a simple spell. A dark blue light formed around it for a few seconds before disappearing revealing a perfectly healthy, un-broken arm.
"Wow Hermione, I'm impressed!" Harry started and Hermione beamed proudly, "I think you've already said more curse words tonight then you have in all your life," Harry continued cheekily.
"Oh shut the bloody hell up, Potter," she growled with narrowed eyes.
"See! There it is again. I think me and Ron are finally rubbing off on you," Harry laughed and skipped past her, dodging her hand which was currently trying to inflict more pain on him.
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Harry and Hermione had walked as quickly as possible to the end of the cold and damp forest. By now, the sun was setting giving the vast sky a red color mixed in with pinks and oranges. It would have been a rather beautiful sight, had they the time to enjoy it.
They were just stumbling over a fallen tree trunk, and were faced with—
"A graveyard!" Hermione squealed. They were indeed in a graveyard and Harry was filled with an overwhelming sense of déjB vu upon setting eyes on it. It was a small graveyard with many statues and graves and Harry could make out a small church behind all of the graves.
Harry looked towards Hermione, confused by her gleeful attitude.
"Ooh, I love graveyards," Hermione said excitedly, almost jumping on the spot. Harry just looked at her with an expression on his face that suggested he seriously doubted her sanity. Had the Cruciatus affected her this much?
"What?" she asked defensively as if reading his thoughts. At Harry's raised eyebrow she elaborated, "I love graveyards," she repeated, this time brushing past Harry to walk—or more like skip—among the many statues and graves. "Graveyards are so fascinating," she continued, "each tombstone tells a different story with just a few words. When I was little, my parents used to take me to graveyards and I used to walk along the graves, and looked at each gravestone, speculating on the life the person had." She said all of this with a dreamy look on her face while looking at each grave she passed.
Harry was looking at her in an exasperated manner. "Hermione!"
"What?"
"That is the most depressing thing I've ever heard!"
Hermione just looked at him and rolled her eyes and continued walking among the graves and statues. 'Typical Hermione,' Harry thought, 'even dead strangers can teach her something.' Harry snorted with laughter and followed her for a lack of a better thing to do, but before he could take three steps, he froze. He was staring at a strangely familiar marble angel that he seemed to be almost drawn to. He was sure he'd seen it before. Its carved features were pronounced greatly, and the red sunlight cast a dark shadow over its face. Its eyes were looking directly towards Harry, almost looking sad, and making a chill run up Harry's spine. Harry's eyes drifted over the rest of its body, avoiding its eyes in an almost childish fearful manner, and he spotted its left wing's tip broken off. Now he was definitely sure he'd seen this angel before. Before he could decide exactly where, he was interrupted by a half-strangled cry from Hermione. She was standing frozen about ten feet ahead of him, staring at a tombstone with wide eyes. Confused and worried, Harry went over to see what the matter was. Harry knew exactly what had caused her reaction when he saw the name reflected from the large marble headstone by the red rays of the weak evening sun.
TOM RIDDLE
The large gray tombstone was shattered on the ends and had some dark stains on it. It was hard to tell if it was a brown color, or a very dark red. It looked like old dried blood.
Realization immediately struck him like a pack of rampaging hippogriffs, knocking the air right out of him. This was the graveyard. The graveyard he'd been portkey'd to, the graveyard where Cedric was murdered, the graveyard where Voldemort got his body back, the graveyard where Wormtail received his silver hand, the graveyard where he saw his parents' shadow.
The graveyard.
Hermione seemed to notice his behavior and tentatively inched towards him, looking at his face worriedly, but not saying anything.
He snapped out of it after a few seconds and grabbed Hermione's hand. "C'mon Hermione, we better go. I know where we are now," he said softly while pulling her towards the little church behind the graveyard. She didn't pull her hand away from his, but let him pull her, staying silent the whole time.
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"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T COME TO WORK TONIGHT?"
Harry and Hermione both flinched and jumped back at the woman's shrill voice. Harry was sure her voice would break every glass around her.
After walking past the little church by the graveyard, Harry and Hermione found a rather large town about three miles west of it. They were both in pain and exhausted and decided that the best course of action would be to find a hotel somewhere and spend the night there. The town's name was Bellingham and close to ten miles from Little Hangleton—the place they were before. Harry had correctly identified it as the Riddle House he'd seen in his dreams a few years back.
Their current plan was to spend the night and wake up early to get going as quickly as possible. They weren't exactly sure if Death Eaters were still on their trail, and they wanted to take no chances. Harry had originally been planning on going back to London and Grimmauld Place, but upon finding out exactly where they were, Hermione had stated that Hogwarts was by far closer, so that's where they were now headed.
Currently, they were inside the lobby of a small inn that was situated in between a family restaurant and a post office. A woman, who they guessed worked there, was screaming on the telephone, totally ignoring their presence. She was a very skinny woman who looked like she had one too many plastic surgeries. She had bleached hair and was wearing a tight and short green dress that showed off way too much cleavage. Her blue eye shadow and bright pink lipstick contrasted with the dress horribly.
"YES IT'S A PROBLEM!!...," she screamed into the mouthpiece. Harry and Hermione flinched again in unison.
"...Matthew and Carol both called in sick too!...," she started again in a voice that was just a tad bit quieter—but not by much. "...Yeah I'm sure they're real sick," she said sarcastically, "they're probably off shagging somewhere." Harry bit back a laugh and glanced at Hermione who was blushing furiously and looked like she wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.
"No, you listen to me, asshole!...You know what? Fuck you! Don't even bother coming back to work again!" and with that the woman violently hung up the phone on the wall set. Unfortunately, she hung it up a little too violently and the whole telephone system fell off the wall. She didn't even bother picking it up and instead kicked the wall with a frustrated scream.
Unfortunately, Harry couldn't hold in his laugh any longer and let a chuckle escape. The woman froze and turned around fixing them both with a glare that would make even Snape shrink away. Hermione's eyes widened and Harry clamped a hand over his own mouth.
"You think this is funny, do you?" she hissed with narrowed eyes.
"Umm..ye...er...that is, no," Harry stuttered stupidly. She was still glaring so he added a quiet "ma'am." This was obviously the wrong thing to say because the woman bristled angrily.
"Do I look like a 'ma'am' to you?" she barked, advancing on Harry. Harry opened his mouth to respond to the affirmative when she continued angrily, "Ma'am is a term used for old women. Do I look like an old woman?"
"No ma'a...erm no," Harry squeaked uncharacteristically.
"That's what I thought," she grumbled under her breath while shuffling some papers on the counter. Harry and Hermione shuffled their feet nervously, neither of them daring to say anything.
After a few silent minutes she looked up and jumped seeing them. "Is there a reason you're here?"
"Er, yes ma'a, umm no, I mean yes," Harry took a deep breath and stood up straighter, "Yes, yes there is. We'd like to rent two rooms."
She looked at them both for a long time. "Alright, that'll be 100 pounds."
"WHAT?" Hermione finally spoke up. "It says on your sign that it's 33 each on that sign," she said while pointing at a neon yellow sign behind the woman.
"Oh yeah," she said feigning an apologetic tone, "silly me. Well then, 66 pounds it is."
Harry looked expectantly at Hermione. "What?" she asked confused.
"Well don't you have money? I sure don't."
Hermione's eyes widened a little at this. She bit her bottom lip while going through her front jeans pocket. She pulled out a few crumpled bills, a few coins, a button, and some lint.
"Well? How much is it?" Harry asked. Hermione bit her bottom lip a little harder.
"Thirteen pounds, and 32 pence," she answered in a small voice. Harry offered a frustrated grunt and looked through his pockets as well—to no avail. He had left all his money in his trunk which was with Mrs. Weasley.
The heavily make-upped woman at the counter threw her head back and laughed loudly and Harry and Hermione glanced at each other nervously. "So you kids have no money at all," it was more of a statement than a question, and she especially emphasized the word 'kids'. Harry and Hermione started to make their way to the door dejectedly with Hermione mumbling a 'sorry to have bothered you'.
Harry had his hand on the door knob when they both heard a "WAIT!" making them turn around, looking at the woman expectantly.
"Do you guys know how to wash dishes properly?"
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Three hours, 137 plates, 159 forks, 122 knives, 98 spoons, 279 glasses, 13 greasy pans, and a soapy water fight later, Harry and Hermione tiredly made their way up the stairs towards room number 256—the only available room inside of the inn. The hotel worker had smirked when handing over the keys and they wouldn't find out why until later.
They had made a deal with the woman who they found out was named 'Candi' (Candi with an 'I' not a 'Y'—Harry learned that lesson the hard way). The restaurant next-door was owned by the same owner as the inn and Harry and Hermione both clearly heard they were short of workers. In return for washing dishes, they received a room to sleep in, provided they left early in the morning, which was no problem since that was their plan anyway.
Harry and Hermione were lucky to get the last room in the hotel—er...or so they thought. Upon stepping into the room, Harry gagged and Hermione looked like she was about to dash right back out of the room. The room was obviously some type of...honeymoon suit...without the 'suite' part, that is. The room looked like the type of room that was rented by the hour being small and having red velvet covered walls adorned with pink hearts. There were no windows and a huge heart shaped bed covered in frilly pink sheets took up most of the room. There were even mirrors on the ceiling on top of the bed and the room smelled...bad. That was the only way to describe the smell.
Harry and Hermione just stared silently for a few minutes. Finally, Hermione let out a nervous laugh that sounded more like a whimper. Harry let out a breath and wrinkled up his nose in disgust. Too exhausted to even complain out loud, Harry threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes tiredly.
It had all been too much today. It was hard to believe that just this morning, Harry had almost died. Hell, he had died. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Harry was at the Leaky Cauldron, eating lunch with his friends. Then, the Death Eaters had attacked, and Harry and Hermione had been portkey'd to the Riddle House. He had endured a broken arm, as well as the Cruciatus, and he had used the killing curse—something that most adult wizards had trouble with. He had fought Voldemort, again, and Harry and Hermione had half-run, half-stumbled, about 10 miles. His body was killing him; his legs felt like they were made out of both jelly and lead, and his arms felt like they would fall off any minute now. He was beyond tired, and he felt like he could sleep for at least a year.
Harry barely noticed the light turning off through his eyelids, and a weight laying down next to him in the heart-shaped bed, before he fell into a deep sleep.
Review Responses:
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*takes deep breath* Okay....there are a ton of reviews I'm going to have to respond to (not that I'm complaining), so here I go:
JadeMLSkywalker - Ah, one of my most loyal reviewers! I always love reading what you have to say. As you can tell, nope I didn't kill off Hermione. I know I'm evil, and this fic has helped bring out my inner Slytherin qualities, but I'm not quite that evil. Maybe later in the story ;-) mwuhahaha (my impression of evil laughter). Thanks again for reviewing.
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Celtic55 - Ah, one of my favorite reviewers and my first real Harry Potter friend. lol ;-) I'm glad you like chapter 9 a lot. You think Harry's frustration is written realistically? Wow, thanks, that's always my goal. I know I've already talked to you (albeit a bit mysteriously) about the H/Hr thing you've mentioned, and I just wanted to comment that you were the only one that pointed that out. I was pretty shocked; I think it seemed a little too obvious, but no one except you mentioned it. Thanks a lot!! Keep up the great reviews!
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Lolly Phoenix - Yup, as you've seen in chapter 10 and 11, Harry was definitely not pleased. (hehe, did you like Harry kicking Wormtail in the gut just for good measure? I didn't quite rip his head off, but I'm sure Harry was close.) God help them indeed. I hope you liked this chapter, and keep up the great reviews! I love them!
HavenKane - Yep, Harry's definitely a little busy at the moment. Let's see...he's had wicked bad dreams about a Hogwarts massacre, he's run away, he's been chased by the Order, and survived a Death Eater attack, he died and came back to life, he's gone to Diagon Alley only to be attacked by more Death Eaters, and he's already faced off against Voldemort. And the summer isn't even over yet!!! Yep, I'd say Harry's way too busy right now....lol ;-) Like I said you'll find out what's in the box in a little while (probably around Halloween). Thanks for your awesome review again!!
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