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A/N: Heh, I'm back! Did you miss me? I thought so. Heh. Anyway, I'm cutting this note short because I want to get on with my story. It is intriguing, and I'm the author! Weird huh? Thankies to the kind reviewers, especially Neveada, *Bows to Neveada, "I'm not worthy!" * Hey, did you notice that someone else has my title? How cool is that? I think it's cool, great minds think alike. And now, on with the show!

Double Trouble

Chapter Thirteen

"She hasn't moved." George paced in the small living room, nervously chewing on his nails. "It's been an hour and a half. Why hasn't she moved? She just stares into that cup of tea. . . Why?!"

"George, sit down! You're making me nervous!" Ginny exclaimed, jumping up from the couch, catching hold of her brother's arm. "Go on. I'll go in there and see if I can get her to talk." She smiled weakly at George, her eyes red rimmed from crying.

George glared at his younger sibling, "Ginny." He snarled, shaking her hand off his arm.

"Hey, George, there's no call for that!" Fred grabbed George, pulling him back roughly. "Everyone's worried about her, none more so than you. Just settle down, she's fine!"

Sirius watched this exchange with a look of rapid confusion spreading across his face, looking over at Remus, he noticed that his old friend was just as much out of the loop than he was. Tired of the bickering, and his curiosity getting the better of him, he stepped over to the twins. "Look, what's all this about?"

George shrugged off his brother, shooting the room a look of pure venom, then stalked into the dining room, where Hermione was currently sitting, leaving a very dazed and confused Sirius in his wake.

"Erm, George and Hermione are, er, together." Fred mumbled, staring in the direction his brother had gone.

Sirius looked completely nonplussed. "Ah."

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"Mione, love, talk to me?" George pleaded, falling heavily into the chair next to her. "Please."

Hermione sighed softly, averting her gaze from her teacup. "George, leave me alone." Her voice was strained, her exhaustion evident.

"Why won't you talk to me? I could make it better. . ." George trailed off, noticing the wistful expression on his girlfriend's face.

"I wish you could." She stated, turning to look at him. "Do you know what it's like? Do you understand? How could you?"

"I can't, not if you won't explain it." George retorted, instantly regretting the words. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears, and she turned away, staring into the cup again.

"How can I explain it when I'm not sure myself!" She wailed, gripping the cup tightly. "One minute, I'm fine, the next I'm having a Vision?! What kind of power is this?! I didn't ask for this, George! I didn't want it! I'm a frigging Goddess bloody Incarnate!" Her who body trembled, the tea in the cup sloshing all over the place. "I just can't take it! Do you know what it feels like? It feels like there are two people in my body, vying for my attention! One is my regular self, little Know-it-All Granger, and the other. . . The other is an emotionally repressed monster that lashes out at anyone and everyone!" She laughed mirthlessly, "Do you know how good it feels?" Her trembling became violent, her eyes widening. "Do you know? Do you want to?" Hermione felt the stirrings of power, felt the icy burning rage that ripped her apart, and sealed her together. She reached a hand out to George, until she noticed his face, a look of horror crossing his lovely features. She gave a little cry, turning suddenly. She felt the weight of the teacup in her hand, and threw it with all her might against the wall, smashing it to bits.

"HERMIONE LEIGH GRANGER!" A voice split her thoughts. She turned back her eyes narrowed and flashing dangerously. "Don't ever let me see something like THAT again!" The power that raged through her suddenly collapsed, sending the girl reeling back.

The last thing she noticed before the darkness closed in was someone leaning over her, whispering slightly. "Mum?" She asked, then allowed the darkness to claim her.

***

"Lucius, well, what do you have for me?" Voldemort purred silkily, looking at his ever loyal servant with a mixture of delight and disgust. Lucius caught a sneer, just before it slipped out.

"She's not exactly a Mudblood, My Lord." Lucius averted his gaze, drawing a deep breath.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort perked up instantly.

"Well you see. . . "

***

"A descendant of the Fae? Intriguing." Voldemort tapped his chin thoughtfully. He pondered a moment or two, then turned. "Bring her to me. Lucius, your son attends the school with her, arrange for him to meet her in Diagon Alley with a portkey that will bring her here. I need to have a chat with this. . . girl."

Lucius looked at his Lord, confused, "But-"

"Lucius. . . " Voldemort growled, impatient. "Tomorrow. She's what I need." He practically salivated, thinking of the power hidden within the girl's lithe frame. Power ripe for the taking, if he knew what buttons to push.

Peter cackled suddenly, scaring the two other men. He cried mirthfully, and went along his merry way.

"Why do I keep him? I hate morning people." Voldemort hissed, then grinned, "Crucio!"

Peter writhed in pain, begging forgiveness.

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A/N: Well, I'll leave it there, the long awaited Chappie Thirteen. Sorry so short, but I'm running out of ideas fast. At least it's the second week of August. Things will progress nicely from here, I'm sure. Oh, Kudos to those who RR. Until next time.

Love

~Me~