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Chapter 17: Secrets, Indeed

The passageway down into the bowels of the school was hastily opened and all three of them jumped down one right after the other. No obstacle was met as the group, headed by the very determined Snape, ran almost light speed down the twisting and turning corridors.

Finally they reached the entrance to the cave were Hermione was being held hostage by her former lover and best friend.

Hermione was shaking on the table, desperate to escape before it could happen. "Please, Harry no. Please…"

Her words were brushed off by Harry who just kept ripping away at their clothes. "Oh my dear, you have no idea how much I will sincerely enjoy this."

His cold and distant smile was on his face as he plunged himself deeply inside of her. Hermione felt the pain shoot through her body and she cried out in pain.

Her cry was just rewarded was a smack to the face and Harry's finger at her lips, signaling her to be quite. Nursing the pain on her face helped her try to ignore the pain in her nether regions. It was like a knife was being plunged in and out.

Harry feeling the heat inside of Hermione just pushed forward. He would pull out a bit and then slam down again, reveling in the cries that this elicited in her. "Oh, Hermione, see how wonderful this could have been. Can't you just feel it?" He laughed once more and felt his balls tighten as his climax was coming.

All three of them were stuck on the ground as they surveyed the scene in front of them, listened to the words that were spoken. It was Harry's final laughter that broke Ron out of his daze. Pointing his wand at the moving figure, a red blast shot across the room and Harry was blown off of Hermione and into the opposite wall.

Severus saw the blast and ran over to the shaking and shivering Hermione.

"Oh, Severus, you made it. I knew you would. I knew you would." She faded out into unconsciousness. Severus took of his outer robes and delicately draped them over her naked figure not wanting any else to see it.

Ron after realizing what he had done ran to his friend. "Harry, Harry, can you hear me?" Ron sat Harry up and tried to revive him.

Harry felt the blast from behind him and felt himself fly off of Hermione and smash into the hard stone wall. Blood was coming out of his mouth and his head was cracked open. Tears formed in his eyes as Ron ran over to him. He moaned and felt his mind clear and the pain of everything rushed back at him. Hard.

A yell of pain came out of him and he moaned loudly as Ron pushed him into a seated position. He opened his eyes grateful for the dim lights. "Ron," A meek voice called out. "What is going on? Why am I down here again?" He too passed out and faded into the comfort of nothingness.

"Professor, we need to get both of them to the Infirmary, fast. Harry is fading." Ron levitated his friend and found his sister, Ginny, at his side.

"Ron? What happened?" She inquired the question already knowing the answer. Rushing to catch up with him as he carried Harry away she put a hand on his arm.

Ron heard the question and felt the soft hand on his arm. He looked and saw his sister, sweat soaked and breathing hard. "I will tell you later, Gin, alright?" He smiled as reassuringly as possible and followed as Snape led them out of the Chamber of Secrets.

Secrets, indeed.

All of them journeyed upwards as each had a mind reeling with questions.

But as they reached the surface and climbed back into the bathroom, they forgot what they wanted to know and quickly took the unmoving bodies to the Infirmary.

(Dream Sequence Ahead)

"No, please, don't!" Hermione screamed out.

The mask had been cleanly ripped away from his beautiful face to show the entire world the demon-like deformities that were hidden underneath. The crowds gasped and screamed as they finally knew who the angel's voice belonged to. Shots were fired from down below from well-training police and that's when Hermione screamed.

The two, after not even a second's delay, fell down into the secret passageway under the stage. Her love pulled her to him and led her gently by the arm so they could move as fast as possible.

Shouts could still be heard from a far off distance from above them. He walked gracefully on to the boat and held out a hand to make sure she would come on carefully also. With cat-like movements he picked up the giant pole and pushed them both across the frigid waters of the lake.

Upon reaching shore, he frantically searched around and gathered a few things that they would need. "Hermione, my dear, we must leave now!" Severus fiercely whispered at her, his deformed side, as always, turned away from her eyes.

"What and leave so soon?" A drawling voice called out from a darkened corner. Harry lifted his head and pushed off of the wall he had been leaning on. An evil smile formed on his face as he surveyed the two lovers. "You will miss all of the fun."

"Harry…" Hermione gasped out, seeing the man who had once captured her heard when she was younger. Oh, how he had changed. His black hair was lank and wet with sweat and his emerald eyes glinted with hatred and danger. He had often talked of their marriage and of the light they would always live in when they could leave this place. But now he looked so much the devil that he was vainly trying to save Hermione from.

"Oh, my darling, Hermione." He smiled and took a few steps forward. "I could have given you everything, taken you away from this monster and his terrible world of darkness." Harry's voice rang clear and loud throughout the underground house.

During his little speech, Severus had slowly inched Hermione to the safety of behind him. "Get out of here now, if you wish to see the light again." He growled out, his eyes glowing with anger and the almost want and need for the blood of the man on his hands.

Harry just laughed at his words. "Hermione, how sweet, your lover protecting you." Harry cooed out as he advanced more on the couple. "But I fear that his protection is all for naught. You will come with me, whether you wish it or not." He spat this out at them.

"You monster!" Hermione screeched out as she peeked her head from behind the back of her lover. The tears she fought to hold back flooded down her cheeks as her face flushed with anger. "Leave us, this instant! I do not love you nor could I ever love you. You are as vile as the Demon himself. Turn your face from mine and let me never see it again." Her face scrunched up in anger as her lips curled in a sneer.

Harry laughed bitterly and strolled very casually to the two of them. "You, my darling, really don't have a choice in that matter. I will take you from here and we will get married. Your life will be with me."

He turned his back to them, not caring how much danger he was putting himself. Oh, he had heard stories of the Ghost. Men foolhardy enough to venture out at night were found in the morning a noose about their necks and a look of terrible shock to their faces.

A second later the man spun around, but this was not Harry.

His green eyes turned a dark blood red, and his black, messy hair had more then disappeared from his head.

"YOU WILL BE MINE!" This new creature screamed out as Severus and she ran to the safety of the night.

(End of Dream Sequence)

Hermione bolted up in the stiff white bed, gasping for breath. With the dream still fresh in her mind, she looked around the room searching for the creature that Harry had become.

"Oh, gods…" Hermione whispered out, wringing the top of the sheet. She wiped sweat from her forehead and flung off the covers. The cold hit her bare legs and arms with wonder, as she gasped thanking the gods for relief from the heat. Hermione though noticed a moving in the chair next to her.

There he was, sitting there so still. Severus was reclining in the chair, sighing deeply. His hair was shielding most of his face. Hermione thought he looked so peaceful then he was during the day, and with that constant scowl on his face he looked at least ten years younger. Knowing he was sitting there right next to her, Hermione put the covers back over her and fell back asleep with a slight smile on her features.

Harry had not slept much that night. True, he had collapsed in the Chamber but had woken up not three hours after that. He could not get his mind around what had happened. No one had told him, because the only one who knew the truth was asleep, and would not be wakened.

When he could take no more of just laying there, he got out of bed, around two in the morning, and carefully side-stepped the sleeping Professor. Hermione looked so angelic and innocent. Her cheeks were white and pale, but this just brought out her dark lashes and rich brown hair.

He glided a hand over her cheek, but made sure not to wake her. In her sleep, she moaned and whispered out an unintelligible mumble, and turned on her side. Something had happened between the two of them, he was sure of it, but he wasn't sure if it had been good or not. A creeping suspicion told him that it most definitely was not.

He silently walked back over to his bed, and laid down in a huff. He didn't understand the last thing he could remember was sending the letter to Hermione at midnight, being cheered on by Sirius and Remus. Harry was sure that she had come but could not remember what occurred in these past months.

Soon though, the light outside was slowly coming and the sky was turning pink and light blue. Sounds of Madame Pomfrey bustling about making sure her stock was ready made him close his eyes and appear to be in a deep sleep.

Why had this happened to her? He had only wanted to protect her, to make sure that she was safe from harm and happy. But, of course, the one good thing he had wanted in most of his life had gone completely wrong. That boy, Potter, had abused her and raped her and beat her within an inch of her life. Nothing could ever go right in his life, not since her.

He dreamt about their summer together, her in her "underwear" by the pool, their kiss, and everything that occurred after that.

What had happened to her?

But now was not the time to dwell on these questions that would be for later today. He heard faint sounds of movement as the occupants of the castle slowly woke up. Severus stood up and shakily made his way down to the dungeons to retrieve and few potions that he was sure would be needed.

"Vermin, you filthy piece of garbage!" His voice cutting through the air like a bullet. "I gave a task of the utmost importance, yet once again you fail me."

The loyal servant was cowering on the ground. "Please, master. I tried, and I had succeeded until now. I deeply apologize that I could not hold his mind in my hands longer." He had crawled up to his fuming Lord and kissed the hems of his robes.

"That is true, but you are NOT TO TALK BACK TO ME!" The red hair ducked down even lower and shook. "Weasley, I will give you one more chance. If you fail me again, I will not be as generous as I will be this time."

Percy crawled back from Lord Voldemort. "Thank you, Master. You are ever so kind and I will not fail you again."

"No, I don't suppose you will, will you." Voldemort cackled as his loud booming voice. "CRUCIO!"

Percy fell to the ground and writhed in pain.

A/N: YES YES YES! My writer's block is gone and I am so happy. It just dissolved as I was reading this chapter. So WHEEE!

Hope this isn't too bad, it took me so long to get this out, sorry about that but next chapter will come out sooner.

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