Chapter Fourteen

"Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey!"

The nurse ran into the room from her office and saw Phoenix coming towards her with a limp Treasure in his arms and a terrified Chris following behind.

"Come, lay her on one of the beds so I can take a look at her," Madam Pomfrey ordered.

Phoenix lay her on the nearest bed but kept a hold on to one of her hands.

"Treasure," he whispered to her, "Treasure, wake up."

"Mr. Flint, please move back so I can examine her. Tell me what happened. Miss Riddle, floo both Professor Snapes and Headmaster McGonagall. Just tell them to come to the hospital wing."

Chris nodded and left as Phoenix told Madam Pomfrey what happened.

"She was up in the air, when she grabbed her lower abdomen and started to scream something. I couldn't tell what she was saying, but the next thing I knew, she was falling and she hit the ground…"

"How high up was she?"

"About sixty feet."

Madam Pomfrey winced and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Flint. Please, step out of the wing so that I may examine her."

Phoenix walked to the outside of the hospital wing and Chris soon followed.

"I can't believe this," Phoenix whispered.

"She'll be fine, I am sure she will," Chris replied, "I am going to get Ani."

"She is still mad at you for stabbing her in the ribs to win the game three weeks ago."

"Yes, well, no matter how mad she is, she would never forgive me is I didn't tell her about this," Chris smiled and clapped Phoenix on the back, "I should still be mad at you for what you did to Treasure that day, but after what I saw on the pitch with you, I know that you didn't mean what you said."

She walked towards Gryffindor tower and Phoenix leaned back on the wing doors. He had done everything that he could, and, now, all he could do was wait.

Treasure walked down a long, dark hallway full of doors, each one about two feet apart on either side of the hallway. In between parallel door, there was a small light shining down onto the hallway. In between each light, there was only darkness. She couldn't see the end of the hallway and when she thought of turning back, there was nothing behind her. She walked for ten minutes down the hallway, telling herself that it was going to come to an end, but when she found that it wasn't, she began trying to get into the doors. The first several doors that she tried were locked. Finally, she came to one that opened and she walked into it.

To this room, there were no walls and no ceiling. It wasn't even a room at all. It was the back courtyard of Hogwarts – her true sanctuary. When she looked behind her for the door, it was gone. She walked down the stone pathways, and looked up to the clear, blue sky and felt her face absorb the warm sun. As she walked further, she could hear an acoustic guitar being played, and the soft voice of someone singing.

If time will set you free

But it's a long, long way to go

But you can still be free

Treasure approached the singing voice. The woman sitting on the bench in the middle of the courtyard beside her grandfather's grave holding the guitar was her mother – or, at least, that is what she thought.

"Mother," Treasure asked.

The woman looked up. She had Hermione's curly hair and her cinnamon brown eyes, but was wearing a pair of low riding, skintight pants, laced up the sides from hip to ankle. The bells of these pants completely covered her feet, which had four inch, high heeled shoes that tied up in a stripper style way. On her top, she was wearing a barmaid bustier top that was laced up the center and was so low cut that Treasure could see a mark on the inside of her right breast. The woman smiled, and the smile was gentle.

"No, sweetie, I am not your mother," she replied, "I am Granger."

"Wait…Granger is my mother's maiden name…I am so confused," Treasure replied, sitting beside Dumbledore's grave.

"I am not surprised. I am sure that your mother has never told you about me – her other half. It's a rather long story; would you like a drink before I begin?"

Treasure nodded weakly and with a wave of Granger's hand, two drinks appeared. Granger took the scotch and gave Treasure the Butterbeer. Treasure took a sip and leaned against the willow tree.

"Over seventeen years ago, the Dark Wizard, Lord Voldemort, was at large and after her seventh year, Hermione volunteered to be a spy for Dumbledore and become a Death Eater – one of Voldemort's followers. I will not go through the process of how she was trained to be a Death Eater, but through her training, I was created as her second personality: her Death Eater persona. Snape, your father, was also a Death Eater spy, but served Voldemort before he crossed into the light. Once one becomes a Death Eater, they are marked with the Dark Mark. By this mark, all Death Eaters are joined to the Dark Lord. When he wanted to summon us for a meeting, all he had to do was touch his wand to the mark of a Death Eater and every Death Eaters' mark would burn red."

"What does the mark look like," Treasure asked.

"You have already seen it, though, you didn't notice it," Granger pointed to the back skull mark that Treasure noticed when she first saw her on the inside of her right breast, "That is the mark. I rather like it – its bad ass, like me. Your mother, however, found it a sacrifice to have to wear it."

"My father has one of those?"

"Of course…its on his right arm, a few inches above his elbow. Ask him if you can see his tattoo sometime…that is, if you get to see him again."

Treasure frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Quiet dear, let me finish," Granger said as she waved her hand; a lit cigarette appeared and she brought it to her mouth. After she had her fill of nicotine for the time, she blew out the smoke and continued with her tale, "Snape and I worked together, playing along in Voldemort's little game as we planned a game of our own. During the Death Eater meetings, we only told half the truth: that we were devising a plan to allow Voldemort and the Death Eaters to invade Hogwarts so they could surely and undoubtedly take over the school. At meetings with Albus, we informed him that on a night in December, which we finally decided was going to be the 20th, the apparition wards were to be dropped. The Death Eaters would apparate into the potions classroom, where they would immediately come to their death. Voldemort was the last to apparate – Snape Lucius Malfoy and I with him. At least, Malfoy was supposed to come with us…"

Granger's voice drifted away and her mouth curled into a sneer at the memory of what she did to him that night.

Treasure noticed this, and asked, "Why didn't he?"

Granger raised her eyebrows, and she couldn't stay in this innocent character any longer. She had to become what she really was, and with that decision, she began to explain, "I killed him, that no good raping bastard. I pulverized him right in front of Voldemort," Granger laughed slightly, "Though, he wasn't really Lucius Malfoy – the real Malfoy died in the potions room from breathing in the fumes of a well brewed Cito Exsanguis Neco potion. The Malfoy I killed before Voldemort was a man named Sirius Black. He was my creator. I hated him for what he had done. I set him up for death as he drank the Polyjuice potion and appeared before Voldemort as Malfoy. My Lord never denied me of anything I wanted, and I wanted him dead."

"Why did you want to kill the man who created you?"

Granger laughed and moved to sit against the tree beside Treasure, "He did things to your mother to create me that you would never be able to comprehend. He was a thoughtless, fucking old fool," Granger shook her head, took a sip of her scotch and put out her cigarette, "At any rate, Snape and I apparated into the Great Hall with Voldemort. Dumbledore was there waiting for us. He appeared to be alone – the room was dark, so we couldn't see the thirty Aurors and the professors who were there, watching and waiting to make their move. I put on a little show for my Lord, and at the end of it, Voldemort was no more than a pile of ashes in a silver plated box," she sighed and looked at Treasure, "Want another drink? Something a bit stronger, perhaps?"

"No, thanks you," Treasure replied, "Is there more?"

"More what?"

"More of the story."

"Oh, yes dear…definitely. Would you like a cigarette?"

Treasure shook her head, "Please, just continue."

"If you insist. At the time of Voldemort's defeat, Hermione was pregnant with you and I was left to hang on for the ride. Well, I give myself too little credit," Granger stood and began walked around the area the two of them sat, "I actually had threatened both her life and yours. Oh, don't look so scared – you weren't aware of it. You were only an embryo, after all."

Treasure noticed she was covering her mouth in horror and soon found her voice, "What made you threaten our lives?"

"I am not as innocent as I have made myself sound for the past half hour or so. I was a character created from torture and rape – I was taught to endure pain and to give it as well, as easily as I needed to give death. All I wanted to do was leave Hogwarts. There were too many horrible memories there. I told her that I would let you live if we left Hogwarts. She didn't want to leave her precious Snape behind, but she knew that she had no choice. Even though I told her that we were leaving for good, be both knew that after a few months of hopping from country to country, waiting tables at a few restaurants and living life off of little money, no sleep and having you to carry around, we would end up right where we had started."

Granger drained her glass, and with a wave, it was full again. She was giving Treasure a moment to process all of this. A moment later, she continued.

"Soon, you were born and, once Hermione knew that you were Snape's child, she decided to fight me for possession of the body."

"Wait," Treasure exclaimed, "There was a possibility that Severus Snape wasn't my father?"

"Oh, dear, yes. My, I wont do into detail now – that would be backtracking a bit too far – but it involved Hermione and I being beaten and raped by nine other men at a Death Eater meeting on Halloween…our contraceptive shields went down with our powers…anyways, Snape fixed Hermione up well afterwards, in more ways than one and, well, you were the result of this."

Oh my Gods, I am a bastard, Treasure thought.

"Don't think that," Granger ordered, surprised by her own words, "I mean, your father would be distressed to know you think that. He has worked hard to give you a nice life so you would be happy.

"The end of the story is this: I was vanquished and your mother got the life and love that she always wanted. She was happy. However, I was furious. Ever since that night, I thought of a way to come back. I had been used, you see. Everyone believed that I was a personality and that I didn't have any real feelings or wants or desires. I do though, more than you can imagine. Now that I have the body, I can put all of my plans into play that I have thought up in the last seventeen years. I can recreate what was destroyed."

Treasure jumped up from her spot at the base of the tree, "What? I thought you were my friend. I thought you were going to help me!"

"I am going to help you, Treasure," Granger replied in a low voice, "You are going to have more than you ever dreamed…once I am through doing what I have wanted to do. Now that I have your body, I can have more of my life back than what was lost. I can have your friends, your Quidditch position and your boyfriend, that sexy Flint boy."

"He isn't my boyfriend."

"Oh, we'll see," Granger replied with a grin.