Chapter 4- the cloning potion
Thank you for reviewing! Here's chapter 4! Enjoy! Oh! And the flashback won't be in anyone POV because I was gonna make it Harry's but that would confuse me!
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It was early when I awoke. I looked over at my daughter, who was sleeping soundly in her bed. I smiled and walked over to her and kissed her head. I got dressed in a black dress that went to my knees and some navy blue slip-ons. I put my hair in a twist and left my room. The halls where dimly lit but I knew my way around here. I stopped in Draco's room where Christen lay on the floor, asleep. I smiled to myself.
'Draco can't even put his own kid in his bed.' I scooped the boy into my arms and tucked him in. I always felt like a mother to him because of the bond he and Emma shared. I left the room and began my journey to the dungeon where my Harry would be. I hated going anywhere near here; it was so depressing. So many lives have been lost in these halls, their spirits haunting them forever. I've had many encounters with them myself, though they never frighten me. They may try, but they just can't. My life has been filled with such things since Harry so-called died and left Em and I to find the only refuge we could.
"Hey, wake up." I called into a cell at the top of the tower. As soon as I could hear him move, I unlocked the doors and rushed in to my loves side. He winced as soon as I enveloped him tightly in my arms and I pulled away.
"He hurt you, didn't he?" I asked him, looking into his dark emerald green eyes. He looked down into my own ones and nodded in a slight pain.
"Oh how could he! He's so cruel! He's going to kill you tomorrow, at Emma's birthday!" I cried to him.
"Tell me, who is this Emma you talk of because the name rings a bell." Harry asked me, sitting against the wall. Hope flooded my body, the hope of Harry remembering her.
"Emma is a nickname for our daughter. Her full name is Emerald- Sapphire Angel Potter. Do you remember her?" I asked him, sitting in front of him. He thought for a moment, unsure. "Oh please, Harry, please try to remember! She's our daughter. Our pride and joy. She was born five weeks before our wedding, don't you remember? Mrs. Weasley scolded us so much for not waiting and as soon as we got home we laughed and laughed about it. Please try to remember her." I cried, tears falling from my eyes. The next thing I knew I was in Harry's arms, one of his hands around my waist and the other running up and down my back.
"Oh 'Mione, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so very sorry I couldn't even remember my very own flesh and blood. I'm so horrible for that, and for being so cruel. But I just couldn't remember. Oh Hermione, please forgive me!" Harry begged, his voice broken by his own tears. I pulled away and looked at him, shocked.
"Oh Harry, you're mine again!" I said happily, our lips meeting for a passionate kiss, one that we've both held in for what felt like forever.
"So I take it that you forgive me?" Harry asked me after they broke apart with a smug smile.
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? I love you after all and I've learned to forgive and forget with you." I said, snuggling against his chest.
"But I am truly sorry. I had no memory at all." Harry told me as he caressed my cheek.
"Why not?" I asked him.
"Well, when he so call killed me, well all he really did was blast me away. I had hit my head so hard I lost my memory. When Remus and Sirius came to the house to see if any of the three of us had survived they had found me and a note from Voldemort about your capture and who else had followed you in their grief over me. But I had no memory and they knew that. But they also knew that if they filled me in on my life that I would go after you and Emma, and the others right away so instead they told me my name, age, and things like that, but they never told me that I was the fiancé to the most beautiful witch ever and I had the prettiest daughter in this world. They brought me among the others that where rebelling against Voldemort since he took over and there they trained me to fight against Lord Voldemort.
"But in the process, I forgot about love and kindness and grew cold and distant to the others. But small memories always seemed to flow into my mind. Like when we first meet, or when I saved you from that troll, or when Ron and I used to play chess every night. But then there where the better ones like the day I asked you out, our first kiss, my proposal, and the day Em was born. I would ask them what they meant but they would just say that they where all from stories and that none of them where true and I should just forget about them. But one image would haunt me at night. It was of you in the wedding dress the night before the attack. It was so well in my memory."
Flashback
"'Mione, what are you doing in there!? Emerald is hungry." Harry called to fiancé who was in their room. Harry's little daughter lay in his arms, crying.
"You feed her!" Hermione called through the door, not wanting him to come into their room.
"'Mione love, that's kind of impossible. In case you haven't noticed, she needs to be breast fed and that's not something that a guy can do!" Harry called to her. He heard her cheerful giggle and smiled.
"Alright, I'll open the door but I'm warning you." Hermione said to him.
"Why?" Harry asked as she opened it. He looked at her in pure awe. She stood there in the door wearing a flowing light lavender wedding dress. It was sleeveless, exposing her chest and the tops of her breast. The bodice was tight and had lace over the silk, roses embroiled in it. She had a slightly darker lavender sash around her small waist, making it hard for anyone to believe that she just went through a 23-hour labor with their beautiful daughter. From the waist it was a long, fluffed out skirt. It trailed long behind her like the dresses in old stories. On her arms where silk gloves that extended high up on her arms. Harry marveled on how the dress clung to every curve on her body, how it made her look like an angel that was sent just for him.
"Oh you hate it don't you!" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over to her full- length mirror, looking at herself.
"How could I?! I was just in such awe of you that I couldn't move." Harry told her, smiling. Hermione examined the bare back, making sure that the bow from her sash was still tight.
"So what do you think?" Hermione asked, placing a hand over her nearly flat stomach. She was working hard on loosing the weight she gained for the past almost five weeks and was doing a fine job at it.
"I think that will be the second happiest day of my life." Harry told her, setting their daughter on the bed, her hungry cries forgotten by the young parents. Harry slid an arm around her waist, his chin on her bare shoulder. Hermione reached a hand up and caressed his cheek.
"What's the first?" She muttered, the two loving the way how they looked so perfect together in her mirror.
"When Emma was born." Harry replied to her, smiling.
"Oh! We totally forgot about Emma!" Hermione exclaimed, breaking away from her lover and to her bed where the hungry child lay crying. Hermione sat on the bed and began breast-feeding her daughter. Harry blushed and looked away. Hermione smiled and him and giggled.
"You're cute when you blush." Hermione laughed getting up, her daughter in her arms. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned around. Emma finished her meal and Hermione brought their daughter to her crib. Harry walked over and once more put his arms around her waist.
"I love you 'Mione." Harry whispered in her ears, blowing it. Hermione giggled and turned to him.
"I love you too Harry." Hermione replied, giving him a short kiss. But Harry wouldn't let it keep it that simple; he deepened the kiss with a profound passion. He pressed one hand on her back, holding her tight to his body, the other running through her thick, rich golden brown hair, her hands through his midnight hair. When they broke apart they smiled to each other, thinking 'The best part is yet to come'.
End Flashback
"Harry, I thought of that day so much too. I only wish it didn't end so son." I muttered to him. Suddenly, I remembered where we were.
"Oh my gosh, Harry! We need to get out of here before they come in to get you!" I gasped, standing up. Harry stood as well and watched me as I paced nervously.
"Hermione, how can you get me out of here? They're going to kill me, remember? I don't think they won't go to you right away if they find me missing!" Harry said to me. I stopped suddenly and remember something else. I reached down my shirt and pulled out a vial hat hung on a necklace. I took it off from around my neck and handed it to him.
"Drink it all, that's the important part. When it's all gone, close your eyes." Harry glanced at the magenta liquid then back at me. "Trust me." I told him. He nodded and removed the cork, gulping down the lemon tasting potion. I stood back against the wall, waiting for the last part. Then, a bright light flooded the room, I shielding my eyes from it. When the light dimmed, I unshielded them and gave a cry of triumph. There in front of her stood two Harry's, exactly the same. Harry noticed the man next to him and jumped away quickly.
"There's another one of me!" Harry shouted, the other Harry looking at him.
"It worked! I can't believe it worked!" I shouted happily.
"What worked?" Harry asked me.
"The cloning potion! Don't you understand? They'll think he's you and he'll be killed instead of you!" I informed him with pure joy in my voice.
"Killed!? You're happy that he's going to get killed?" Harry asked me, unable to believe that I would ever say such a thing.
"He's not really gong to be killed. You see, once they try to kill him, he'll dissolve. It won't hurt him because he's not really there. He's only a projection of you basically! This is just so perfect!" I then resumed a straight face and glanced behind my shoulder at the open door. "We should probably get going. Lord Voldemort will be wanting Emma and I joining him for breakfast soon. C'mon Harry." I led my fiancé out the door and closed it. I then led him into the room I shared with my friends and daughter, closing that door as well. Right away, Lavender and Ginny looked up from the book that they where reading to Emma and looked at the two.
"Ha-Harry?" Ginny gasped. Harry nodded and she bolted up, running to him. She gave him a huge hug, a large smile on her face.
"Nice to see you too, Ginny." Harry said, embracing the year younger girl.
"Oh Harry, I thought I would never see you again!" The two broke apart and Lavender came in for her hug. Harry hugged her back with warmth and I walked over to where Emma sat, watching as the man who she didn't know hugged the two women that helped raise her. I picked up my daughter, carrying her over to Harry. Lavender broke away and moved next to Harry, on the other side of Ginny.
"Emma, I want you to meet someone. This is Harry James Potter, you're father and my past fiancé." Emma looked at the man, unsure at first, but finally she extended her arms out for a hug. Harry took her from my arms and cuddled the young child in his strong arms.
"I remember you." Emma said.
"She talks very well for a one-year-old." Harry pointed out to me, smiling.
"She takes well after me, doesn't she?" I asked, stroking Emma's soft hair.
"Emma, you remember you're father?" Lavender asked, surprised. Emma looked at the blonde and nodded, her curly hair bouncing.
"You can remember me?" Harry asked.
"Just a little. I remember the color of you're eyes and the funny thing on you're forehead. Mommy has a lot of emerald things and I heard Lavender and Ginny say that the reason why was because they reminded her of my daddies eyes." Emma told him. Harry looked at me and I blushed.
"Lady Hermione, you're requested at breakfast now." A voice came from outside of my door. I looked at Harry and kissed his cheek, moving over to the door. I closed it and followed the man up to the tower. When I got up there, I opened the door to see the Dark Lord sitting at our breakfast table with my husbands.
"Good morning milord. Gentlemen. " I said meekly, nodding to my other husbands, my back against the closed wooden door. Voldemort motioned for me to sit on the seat across from his and I walked briskly to it. I sat and they set a plate down in front of me.
"How did you sleep?" Lord Voldemort asked as I began to nibble on my food.
"Well." I replied softly, not lifting my eyes from the silver plate. I noticed that Voldemort's was golden, Draco's bronze, and the others had wood. It was custom that I had second best of everything, and most of the time it was the very best, but that was only when my other husbands had say. They wanted the best for me.
"Is Emma ready for her nice surprise?"
"I guess."
"Are you, my dearest?" I sat silently, and I could tell that the boys sensed my fear. But it wasn't the fear that they thought I had, it was the fear that I might get discovered before Harry could escape safely.
-End of chapter!!!!! Well, Didja like it??? Please review!!! I'm sorry it took so long but that's how it works! Lol! Thanx for reviewing before! Hope you enjoyed this!
-Serenity =^.^=
Thank you for reviewing! Here's chapter 4! Enjoy! Oh! And the flashback won't be in anyone POV because I was gonna make it Harry's but that would confuse me!
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It was early when I awoke. I looked over at my daughter, who was sleeping soundly in her bed. I smiled and walked over to her and kissed her head. I got dressed in a black dress that went to my knees and some navy blue slip-ons. I put my hair in a twist and left my room. The halls where dimly lit but I knew my way around here. I stopped in Draco's room where Christen lay on the floor, asleep. I smiled to myself.
'Draco can't even put his own kid in his bed.' I scooped the boy into my arms and tucked him in. I always felt like a mother to him because of the bond he and Emma shared. I left the room and began my journey to the dungeon where my Harry would be. I hated going anywhere near here; it was so depressing. So many lives have been lost in these halls, their spirits haunting them forever. I've had many encounters with them myself, though they never frighten me. They may try, but they just can't. My life has been filled with such things since Harry so-called died and left Em and I to find the only refuge we could.
"Hey, wake up." I called into a cell at the top of the tower. As soon as I could hear him move, I unlocked the doors and rushed in to my loves side. He winced as soon as I enveloped him tightly in my arms and I pulled away.
"He hurt you, didn't he?" I asked him, looking into his dark emerald green eyes. He looked down into my own ones and nodded in a slight pain.
"Oh how could he! He's so cruel! He's going to kill you tomorrow, at Emma's birthday!" I cried to him.
"Tell me, who is this Emma you talk of because the name rings a bell." Harry asked me, sitting against the wall. Hope flooded my body, the hope of Harry remembering her.
"Emma is a nickname for our daughter. Her full name is Emerald- Sapphire Angel Potter. Do you remember her?" I asked him, sitting in front of him. He thought for a moment, unsure. "Oh please, Harry, please try to remember! She's our daughter. Our pride and joy. She was born five weeks before our wedding, don't you remember? Mrs. Weasley scolded us so much for not waiting and as soon as we got home we laughed and laughed about it. Please try to remember her." I cried, tears falling from my eyes. The next thing I knew I was in Harry's arms, one of his hands around my waist and the other running up and down my back.
"Oh 'Mione, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so very sorry I couldn't even remember my very own flesh and blood. I'm so horrible for that, and for being so cruel. But I just couldn't remember. Oh Hermione, please forgive me!" Harry begged, his voice broken by his own tears. I pulled away and looked at him, shocked.
"Oh Harry, you're mine again!" I said happily, our lips meeting for a passionate kiss, one that we've both held in for what felt like forever.
"So I take it that you forgive me?" Harry asked me after they broke apart with a smug smile.
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? I love you after all and I've learned to forgive and forget with you." I said, snuggling against his chest.
"But I am truly sorry. I had no memory at all." Harry told me as he caressed my cheek.
"Why not?" I asked him.
"Well, when he so call killed me, well all he really did was blast me away. I had hit my head so hard I lost my memory. When Remus and Sirius came to the house to see if any of the three of us had survived they had found me and a note from Voldemort about your capture and who else had followed you in their grief over me. But I had no memory and they knew that. But they also knew that if they filled me in on my life that I would go after you and Emma, and the others right away so instead they told me my name, age, and things like that, but they never told me that I was the fiancé to the most beautiful witch ever and I had the prettiest daughter in this world. They brought me among the others that where rebelling against Voldemort since he took over and there they trained me to fight against Lord Voldemort.
"But in the process, I forgot about love and kindness and grew cold and distant to the others. But small memories always seemed to flow into my mind. Like when we first meet, or when I saved you from that troll, or when Ron and I used to play chess every night. But then there where the better ones like the day I asked you out, our first kiss, my proposal, and the day Em was born. I would ask them what they meant but they would just say that they where all from stories and that none of them where true and I should just forget about them. But one image would haunt me at night. It was of you in the wedding dress the night before the attack. It was so well in my memory."
Flashback
"'Mione, what are you doing in there!? Emerald is hungry." Harry called to fiancé who was in their room. Harry's little daughter lay in his arms, crying.
"You feed her!" Hermione called through the door, not wanting him to come into their room.
"'Mione love, that's kind of impossible. In case you haven't noticed, she needs to be breast fed and that's not something that a guy can do!" Harry called to her. He heard her cheerful giggle and smiled.
"Alright, I'll open the door but I'm warning you." Hermione said to him.
"Why?" Harry asked as she opened it. He looked at her in pure awe. She stood there in the door wearing a flowing light lavender wedding dress. It was sleeveless, exposing her chest and the tops of her breast. The bodice was tight and had lace over the silk, roses embroiled in it. She had a slightly darker lavender sash around her small waist, making it hard for anyone to believe that she just went through a 23-hour labor with their beautiful daughter. From the waist it was a long, fluffed out skirt. It trailed long behind her like the dresses in old stories. On her arms where silk gloves that extended high up on her arms. Harry marveled on how the dress clung to every curve on her body, how it made her look like an angel that was sent just for him.
"Oh you hate it don't you!" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over to her full- length mirror, looking at herself.
"How could I?! I was just in such awe of you that I couldn't move." Harry told her, smiling. Hermione examined the bare back, making sure that the bow from her sash was still tight.
"So what do you think?" Hermione asked, placing a hand over her nearly flat stomach. She was working hard on loosing the weight she gained for the past almost five weeks and was doing a fine job at it.
"I think that will be the second happiest day of my life." Harry told her, setting their daughter on the bed, her hungry cries forgotten by the young parents. Harry slid an arm around her waist, his chin on her bare shoulder. Hermione reached a hand up and caressed his cheek.
"What's the first?" She muttered, the two loving the way how they looked so perfect together in her mirror.
"When Emma was born." Harry replied to her, smiling.
"Oh! We totally forgot about Emma!" Hermione exclaimed, breaking away from her lover and to her bed where the hungry child lay crying. Hermione sat on the bed and began breast-feeding her daughter. Harry blushed and looked away. Hermione smiled and him and giggled.
"You're cute when you blush." Hermione laughed getting up, her daughter in her arms. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned around. Emma finished her meal and Hermione brought their daughter to her crib. Harry walked over and once more put his arms around her waist.
"I love you 'Mione." Harry whispered in her ears, blowing it. Hermione giggled and turned to him.
"I love you too Harry." Hermione replied, giving him a short kiss. But Harry wouldn't let it keep it that simple; he deepened the kiss with a profound passion. He pressed one hand on her back, holding her tight to his body, the other running through her thick, rich golden brown hair, her hands through his midnight hair. When they broke apart they smiled to each other, thinking 'The best part is yet to come'.
End Flashback
"Harry, I thought of that day so much too. I only wish it didn't end so son." I muttered to him. Suddenly, I remembered where we were.
"Oh my gosh, Harry! We need to get out of here before they come in to get you!" I gasped, standing up. Harry stood as well and watched me as I paced nervously.
"Hermione, how can you get me out of here? They're going to kill me, remember? I don't think they won't go to you right away if they find me missing!" Harry said to me. I stopped suddenly and remember something else. I reached down my shirt and pulled out a vial hat hung on a necklace. I took it off from around my neck and handed it to him.
"Drink it all, that's the important part. When it's all gone, close your eyes." Harry glanced at the magenta liquid then back at me. "Trust me." I told him. He nodded and removed the cork, gulping down the lemon tasting potion. I stood back against the wall, waiting for the last part. Then, a bright light flooded the room, I shielding my eyes from it. When the light dimmed, I unshielded them and gave a cry of triumph. There in front of her stood two Harry's, exactly the same. Harry noticed the man next to him and jumped away quickly.
"There's another one of me!" Harry shouted, the other Harry looking at him.
"It worked! I can't believe it worked!" I shouted happily.
"What worked?" Harry asked me.
"The cloning potion! Don't you understand? They'll think he's you and he'll be killed instead of you!" I informed him with pure joy in my voice.
"Killed!? You're happy that he's going to get killed?" Harry asked me, unable to believe that I would ever say such a thing.
"He's not really gong to be killed. You see, once they try to kill him, he'll dissolve. It won't hurt him because he's not really there. He's only a projection of you basically! This is just so perfect!" I then resumed a straight face and glanced behind my shoulder at the open door. "We should probably get going. Lord Voldemort will be wanting Emma and I joining him for breakfast soon. C'mon Harry." I led my fiancé out the door and closed it. I then led him into the room I shared with my friends and daughter, closing that door as well. Right away, Lavender and Ginny looked up from the book that they where reading to Emma and looked at the two.
"Ha-Harry?" Ginny gasped. Harry nodded and she bolted up, running to him. She gave him a huge hug, a large smile on her face.
"Nice to see you too, Ginny." Harry said, embracing the year younger girl.
"Oh Harry, I thought I would never see you again!" The two broke apart and Lavender came in for her hug. Harry hugged her back with warmth and I walked over to where Emma sat, watching as the man who she didn't know hugged the two women that helped raise her. I picked up my daughter, carrying her over to Harry. Lavender broke away and moved next to Harry, on the other side of Ginny.
"Emma, I want you to meet someone. This is Harry James Potter, you're father and my past fiancé." Emma looked at the man, unsure at first, but finally she extended her arms out for a hug. Harry took her from my arms and cuddled the young child in his strong arms.
"I remember you." Emma said.
"She talks very well for a one-year-old." Harry pointed out to me, smiling.
"She takes well after me, doesn't she?" I asked, stroking Emma's soft hair.
"Emma, you remember you're father?" Lavender asked, surprised. Emma looked at the blonde and nodded, her curly hair bouncing.
"You can remember me?" Harry asked.
"Just a little. I remember the color of you're eyes and the funny thing on you're forehead. Mommy has a lot of emerald things and I heard Lavender and Ginny say that the reason why was because they reminded her of my daddies eyes." Emma told him. Harry looked at me and I blushed.
"Lady Hermione, you're requested at breakfast now." A voice came from outside of my door. I looked at Harry and kissed his cheek, moving over to the door. I closed it and followed the man up to the tower. When I got up there, I opened the door to see the Dark Lord sitting at our breakfast table with my husbands.
"Good morning milord. Gentlemen. " I said meekly, nodding to my other husbands, my back against the closed wooden door. Voldemort motioned for me to sit on the seat across from his and I walked briskly to it. I sat and they set a plate down in front of me.
"How did you sleep?" Lord Voldemort asked as I began to nibble on my food.
"Well." I replied softly, not lifting my eyes from the silver plate. I noticed that Voldemort's was golden, Draco's bronze, and the others had wood. It was custom that I had second best of everything, and most of the time it was the very best, but that was only when my other husbands had say. They wanted the best for me.
"Is Emma ready for her nice surprise?"
"I guess."
"Are you, my dearest?" I sat silently, and I could tell that the boys sensed my fear. But it wasn't the fear that they thought I had, it was the fear that I might get discovered before Harry could escape safely.
-End of chapter!!!!! Well, Didja like it??? Please review!!! I'm sorry it took so long but that's how it works! Lol! Thanx for reviewing before! Hope you enjoyed this!
-Serenity =^.^=
