Beginning of a New Way
"Dinner time Harry honey!" Cho crooned ecstatically, her pitch ricocheting through the confinement.
Harry vibrated his manacles in response. Four days, seven hours, and forty-two minutes had elapsed according to Harry's watch. Four days since Harry was abducted, seven hours since his last meal, and forty-two minutes since he was last visited.
The corroded door wailed as it grudgingly opened, letting Cho insert herself into Harry's prison.
"Don't fret now," she clucked, depositing a platter at Harry's bare feet, as he had been disrobed of everything except his pants. "I specifically made definite that the food was not tainted with in whichever way. So you can rest knowing that your rations are reasonably healthy."
Harry didn't even go to the trouble of glancing at the provisions, as he was only hurting in anger and fear. Anger at Cho and her imprudent deatheaters for making him some creature at a zoo and fear for his wife's health, as the child was anticipated in less than two months.
"I am not hungry." Harry growled, driving the salver away with his foot.
Cho wasn't infuriated with Harry's actions. On the contrary, she looked rather amused with the whole deal.
"Ahhhh does Harry not like his food?" Cho purred. Scooping a heap of mashed potatoes, she leisurely smeared it inside, along with outside, his mouth. Her tounge later cleaned up the mess on his face.
"Cho. Stop it. Right. Now." Harry roared.
"Oh Harry." she sighed. "Do you even realize how sexy you are?"
"I don't exactly look at my body every day in the mirror and examine my six-packs." Harry retorted.
Cho sailed backwards, shifting to a standing position
"You are so witty Harry," she said, delicately caressing Harry's hair. "I'm not stunned that Luna conjugated you for your comical appeal."
"She did not marry me for my hilarity." Harry shouted through clenched teeth, but he deliberated over Cho's words. Had Luna only married him out of his good looks and funniness? Or did she really love him? Her last "I love you" had been years prior when they had embarked on their honeymoon. She had continuously laughed at his jokes and had always been pleasurable when they made love. Harry had bore no doubts before, but now that Cho mentioned it........
Harry was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't perceive Cho thrust aside her robes to display –
"Oh my god!" Harry thought bitterly as Cho, newly dressed in merely a black bikini and a pair of identical garters, sauntered to him.
"Do you like what you see Harry??" Cho asked seductively, crawling onto her knees. "Do you like my.....attire?"
Harry balked as Cho wet her finger with her tongue and left a trail of saliva down the middle of Harry's chest, momentarily replacing it with her tounge.
"No wonder Luna adores you," Cho moaned, "you taste so good!!!"
Moving back only to drop her binkine top's straps, Cho quickly returned to resume her vile lust. It wasn't until she tugged the button on Harry's pants open that he went ballistic.
"CHO JULIA CHANG!!!!" Harry bellowed right into her ears.
Cho lurched rearwards, her straps falling to a dangerous low now that all but the ends showed.
"You fucking, piece of SHIT!!!" Cho screeched. "If that's how you want it, Crucio!!"
Pain blasted through his body, loping into every part, every thing inside of him.
"Next time, I vow it will be worse." Cho sneered. "Accio robes!"
Flashes of violet sprinted past Harry's eyes. Once her straps were back at home on her shoulders, Cho thundered from Harry's area, a piercing slam from the door penetrating through the room, permitting Harry to be alone yet again.
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"What do you mean?" Hermione shrieked.
The Healer, Andrea Figgle, dipped her head.
"The analysis spells show that it is not the phase in time for Luna to deliver her child. We have given her some antipain medication remedies and she ought to be up and out of here in a couple of hours. The examinations show that the child is doing fairly healthy" Andrea updated. "If you would like to pay a visit to Mrs. Potter, it is alright with me."
Hermione thanked the woman before passing into room 811.
"Are you Ok Luna?" Hermione asked, her voice heavy with anxiety.
Luna's head ascended, tears blemishing her ashen face.
"Oh Herms," she sniveled, "What if something went wrong that caused the pain? What if I miscarry? What if my child is born disfigured? What if –"
"Luna!" Hermione interjected, "You are NOT going to misplace your baby. The Healer guaranteed that you and the infant are satisfactory. So cease your tears and as soon as you get out of bed, we will meet up with Lupin, Tonks, and Shacklebolt in Hogsmeade."
Luna merely whimpered, her eyes were yet to cease from glittering in the vibrant sunbeams as she assembled herself higher.
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Once more Hermione cautioned herself for any indication of dull pain or drawback. Once more, Hermione was misguided.
"Are you SURE you are Ok?" she queried as they departed from St. Mungos Hospital. "I insist I saw you grimace back inside."
Luna scowled at her colleague.
"Yes, I am QUITE passable." Luna grumbled. "Now can we please go on, as we are still standing in the middle of the street?"
The ladies strolled down the street before apparating into a world of lively and hectic wizards and witches scuttling beyond each other for separate directions in this snug community.
"Hermione, Luna!!" The woman halted to converge with a young, thick, black-haired woman.
"Tonks!" they cried keenly. Hastening to the woman, all three were shortly swathed in a hug.
"You look...." Tonks plucked herself out of the encirclement to glance at Luna. "You look terrific for a expectant mother."
Luna blushed. It was conspicuous that Tonks was just attempting to be gracious, but Luna was obliged all the same.
"How are you and the others doing?" Hermione asked while they trotted down the street.
Tonk's jovial attitude eclipsed.
"I'm afraid we are not burdening so well." Tonks said sourly. "Just last week, five of our Aurors were attacked by a storm of Chimaeras."
Luna and Hermione obtained a vast intake of breath.
"Oh no!" Luna cried.
"How many of them?" Hermione exclaimed.
Tonks picked at a strand in her robes.
"There were twelve." She said faintly. "Out of the five, only two subsisted to return to the Ministry of Magic."
Luna shot Tonks a glimpse of mercy, but for whatsoever cause, Tonks declined to look at her.
"Luna, do you remember your fellow friend from school, Frances Dinnigan?"
"Certainly." Luna said.
Tonks glanced her, her eyeballs soggy with tears.
"Well she was one of the ones who perished."
Luna produced a traumatized cry as her knees caved in.
"Oh no you don't." Hermione declared as she and Tonks each grasped one of Luna's arms and pulled her erect.
"Frances.......dead" Luna whimpered, "it's too much to believe."
Tonks dipped her head in agreement.
"Yes." She said concurringly, "It is. Frances was a pretty good Auror. It was a disgrace that she had to get her head blasted off by her impious kidnappers. You see they abducted her and prepared a special assassination. They killed her by chopping off her brunette-"
"Um.....Tonks? I don't think we really want to listen to you specify Frances decapitation." Hermioen signaled to Luna, where she had a lime-colored look splashed onto her face.
"Uh....right sorry." Tonks dispatched a gaze of regret at Luna before heading out.
"Well we best be meeting Remus and Shacklebolt at The Leaky Cauldron." Tonks said as they strolled eastwards down the central street. Luna witnessed a faint blush spring to Tonk's face as she swiftly grasped her left hand. Luna didn't have to guess to know what was going on.
"Tonks, you aren't engaged to Lupin are you?" Luna asked.
Tonk's pale blush extended into a dark cherry color.
Hermione produced a shrill cry as she stared at the flickering diamond sitting on Tonk's finger.
"Tonk's I am so happy for you!" she exclaimed happily. "Have you set a date yet?"
Tonks shook her head.
"No," she said quietly, but with a shade of joy. "Not yet. We hope for a spring wedding so it will probably be between early March and late June. If you ladies want, you could be my bridesmaids."
Hermione and Luna smirked at each other. Each knew what the other was thinking and it was apparent what their decisions would be.
"I would be more than pleased to be your bridesmaid Tonks." Luna said. "And I think the same goes to Hermione as well."
Hermione smiled as she nodded her head.
"Quite." She agreed.
The women laughed jovially as they ambled down through the industrious crowd to find a stand bearing a lone man.
"Tonks, what was so time-consuming that you had to take forever to get here?"
Luna examined the speaking man warily. He was old, but not to the point that he was enduring colorless tresses and concealed in an ocean of wrinkles. His shoulder-length hair, even now, displayed russet-colored strips merged with smidgens of melancholy gray. Yet, as young as he still was, an impression of fatigue encased him.
"Oh Remus, don't be such a Kneazle." Tonks chortled. "We were having a ........ well a very out of the ordinary chitchat on our way here. So you needn't be startled."
Remus Lupin scowled at his fiancé before spiraling his attention to Luna and Hermione.
"Luna! Hermione! It's pleasing to see you!" Rumus smiled with enthusiasm as they shook hands with one another. "Shaclebolt, I'm afraid, couldn't come as his priorities at the office were building up on him. So it shall just be the four of us."
Hermione was fairly traumatized by this up-to-date info, but she kept her mouth clamped.
"Shall we go then?" Remus asked as they paced down the avenue.
Hermione glanced at Luna as if questioning her for the ultimate time.
Luna waited before nodding her head, launching the four into a venture that would change their lives forever.
A/N: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry this took forever!!! School just has been taking 99.998 percent of my time and I have seldom gotten the time to type this. So I hope you enjoyed this and PLEASE review. I will make an effort to update the next chapter faster but I make no promises!!!!
