A/N: Hello, if this Story sound familiar to you, that's cause I've posted it b4. I just wanted to post it again so more people would read and review. I'm crazy proud of this story, and I want people to read it. So yes, now that I'm done ranting, do read on.
We need some sort of torture chamber, Hermione thought to herself as she, Ron, and Harry paced in front of the soon to be Room of Requirement. Upon her third pass, Hermione glanced nest to her and found a large wooden door where brick wall had been only moments before. "Come on then, I have an idea." She said, waving the boys to follow her.
They walked inside the room and Hermione quickly shut the door behind them. Immediately after Harry and Ron gasped at the sight in front of them, not knowing why they had been put in a torture chamber. In the center was a table with leather ties in each corner and a reel on the right side that pulled the table apart. Next to the table on the left side was a small desk with a tray on top. Lying on the tray were several large syringes with neon green liquid in the tubes. Next to those were several surgical knives and to Hermiones amusement, a hammer and wooden stake. Along the wall to her left were shelves and shelves dressed in more pain inflicting toys. Large drills, knives, jagged daggers, scissors, a few axes, and around a hundred more bright and bubbling liquids inside syringe tubes were just some of the things.
Hermiones eyes traveled to the back wall where she saw a large piece of rock filed down into a smoothly rounded wheel. The wheel was being held up by a thick, pillar like chunk of wood that was pushed through the middle. This was being held above the ground by two more pillars attached to a foot pedal and a small chair. Hermione assumed it was for sharpening metal since leaning against the wall next to that was an axe.
A few feet away from the wheel sat an electric chair with leather straps attached to the arm rests and front two legs. A small table was next to that with a book on top, the cover showed a man in that same electric chair screaming in pain.
Along the wall to her right were three sets of single-handed hand cuffs attached by chains. Hermione gave herself a nasty grin as she turned back to Harry and Ron who weren't looking at her.
Instead the two were staring wide-eyed and open mouthed at the ceiling. She followed their gaze and gasped as she set eyes on it.
There hanging from the ceiling on a rope was an enormous axe blade. It hung still and ominous above the table on the floor, glinting in the flickering torch light. Hermiones evil grin darkened as she turned back to the boys.
Ron was now staring at her, horror stricken, " Hermione, what in the bloody hell is this for?" He asked, making Harry jump slightly.
Hermione smirked at him and walked over to the tray in the center of the room and fingered one of the surgery tools, "I think we ought to give a certain defense against the dark arts teacher what she deserves." She told them, dropping the knife with a loud clang.
Ron and Harry exchanged shocked glances but quickly looked back to Hermione, both half expecting half hoping to see her laughing like this was all a joke. She wasn't laughing.
"But, Hermione, I...you...but...why? Well, I know why, but..." Said Ron, gapping at her. Harry, sensing Ron's loss for words finished, "It's just not like you Hermione. Why would you want revenge like this?" He asked, gesturing around the room.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at the two, "Harry, that horrible excuse for a human being stole your Firebolt, Your right to play Quidditch, Fred and Georges right to play Quidditch, look at what she and her ministry cronies did to Professor MacGonagal, and Hagrid! She's sent Dementors to your house, nearly gotten you expelled and killed, and," she added, walking over to him and grabbing his right hand, "given you that nasty scar on your hand! I know you want to get back at her for this Harry, and I have a plan to do it." She said, dropping his hand and gazing at him.
The boys stood, speechless for a moment. Ron just gapped at her, lost for words, and Harry stared at his hand. Hermione made her way back to the table and played with the knives again, "Well, I'm doing this with or without the two of you." She informed them in her as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
Ron didn't move, but Harry's face broke into a grin. He walked over to Hermione and picked up one of the syringes, "What's your plan?" He asked, squirting some of the green liquid onto the tray. Harry stared in shock as the liquid oozed over the quickly disintegrating tray.
Hermione grinned maliciously then turned her head back to Ron, "How about it Ron? Are you with us?" She asked. He said nothing for a moment, just looked from Harry, to Hermione, to the axe on the ceiling, and back again. "Hermione, if we get caught..." he said nerviously.
"Ronald Weasly, have I ever gotten us caught in anything else before now?" She said, crossing her arms. Roon looked to Harry again, then back to Hermione, "Well...of...of course I'm with you, what did you expect? But we're not..." he gulped, "we're not going to kill her are we?"
Hermione laughed, "I hadn't planned on it..." she said, not quite finishing the sentence. Hermione shifted slightly and didn't look at Ron again. Instead she turned to Harry, "Harry, I've got it all planned out already, and it starts with you."
Harry nodded, "ok, what d'you have in mind?" Hermione stood and re-thought her plan for a moment. "You have detention with Umbridge again all week right?" she asked. Harry nodded again. Hermione smiled darkly, "ok then, when your there on whatever day I tell you, I'll give you a certain time, and when it comes, I want you to knock her out, get her wand first should she have it of course. Use Petrificus Totalus or something like that." She turned to Ron, "This is where you come in, I want you nearby Umbridges office at the time I give you with Harry's invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map. When you see that Harry's knocked out Umbridge, go to her office and help Harry bring back here."
Ron nodded, "ok, and what are you going to be doing?" he asked. Hermione smiled darkly again, "I thought we could have a bit of an audience. I think Fudge might like to watch his frog get hers. So, I'm going to send, well, I did send, him an owl saying I have information on the Whereabouts of Sirius. Here, look" she said, handing a letter to Ron. Harry moved over to read it:
To: Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic,
I believe I may have information on the whereabouts of Sirius Black. I don't want to say anything in this letter, in case it is intercepted and falls into the wrong hands, so I would like you to meet me in private. I am a student a Hogwarts School and overheard a conversation between the headmaster and one of the teachers, they were discussing Black and their alliance with him. I have chosen to write directly to you about this matter for fear of others being untrustworthy. If you agree to meet me at the castle, please respond by owl with a time,
Sincerely,
A concerned student
The boys finished the letter and took to staring at Hermione again. Harry was first to speak, "You don't think a letter like this will raise suspicion about the order do you?" he asked. Hermione shook her head, "no, and even if it did, it wont matter, I'll make sure Fudge hasn't got the ability to tell of this letter." She told them, folding the letter up and putting it back into her robes.
"And how are you going to do that?" asked Ron. Hermione smiled, "I'm glad you asked. I've put a Protean charm on this letter, and the one I sent to Fudge. Now, when he sends me an answer, I'm going to use a vanishing charm on my copy, which will turn his blank as well, that way, he'll never be able to find it. If the ministry searches letters for curses and such, I don't think they'll detect a Protean charm. I've also put another charm on it. This one's a creation of mine. I'm calling it the Tip of Your Tongue Charm, silly name I know, but it fits it rather perfectly. You see, what the charm does is cause the person with the information to never be able to find the right words to discuss it. They'll know what it is they want to say, but when they go to say it, the words will stay right on the tip of their tongue, hence the name." Hermione was beaming now and look very proud of herself.
Ron and Harry just stared at her in amazement. "Bloody hell Hermione, you're brilliant," Said Ron weakly. Hermione smiled even more now, "There's more too. I want Umbridge to remember this, but if she does, she'll remember us too. So here's the other part of this plan, I've mad another Polyjuice Potion. We're going to turn ourselves into Parkinson, Malfoy and either Crabbe or Goyle, that way, when Umbridge gets away...we haven't done anything, Malfoy and his friends have. Oh Ron, don't look so scared, Im sure I've thought of everything." Hermione added as she saw the look on Ron's face.
Apparently this wasn't enough for Ron though, so he started listing off all the possible things he could think of that could go wrong. "Everything? What if your charm doesn't work and Fudge tells what he saw?"
Hermione smiled, "We can't get caught because it will be Malfoy, not us. And besides, I've already tested the charm loads of times and it hasn't failed yet.
Not satisfied Ron continued, "Not that I care much about what happens to Malfoy, but what if they ship him off to Azkaban?" He asked frantically.
Hermione put her fingers to her lips for a second as she thought. "Malfoy and the others are still minors, I don't think they can be sent to Azkaban. I don't know what punishment they'll get, but if its too harsh, I'll personally go to Dumbledore and inform him of their innocence. I'll say I saw them having a snowball fight outside at the time, or agree with whatever story they come up with for where they were. And if their story makes it impossible for me to do so, I'll tell them to change their story. Have them say they were setting off dungbombs in a lavatory, that way, they had a reason to lie the first time around. I'll tell them they have to say this to get off the hook and I'm helping them because I'm the one that k...tortured her, then I'll put my tip of the tongue curse on the lot of them." Hermione once again looked proud of herself.
Ron thought again, "what if..." he broke off and gulped, "what if she...dies?" He finished in a whisper.
Hermione stared at Ron for a moment, her eyes narrowed in thought, "If she dies, we put her under the invisibility cloak, take her to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and leave her there for someone to find."
Ron watched her still, "And what if..." he stopped and thought for a second, "and what if she comes back as a ghost?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at Ron as though he were crazy, "Don't be stupid Ron, she has no reason to come back as a ghost."
Unsatisfied still Ron continued, "Revenge Hermione! She'll want revenge." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "Dead Umbridge will still have the same knowledge living Umbridge would have, Malfoy and his cronies did it."
"Then Malfoy and them would be accused of murder and be garunteed a cell in Azkaban!" said Ron, now in panic.
Hermione let out an angry huff, then it goes back to what I said before, I'll tell them to change their story, and I'll say it's true! For heavens sake Ron! And if you want to know, I have a way an Umbridge ghost couldn't get a word in, should an Umbridge ghost occur.
"Over the summer holidays, after our second year, I was doing a bit more research on Basilisks. Well, I had an idea, what if you didn't use a chicken egg?" She stopped to see what they thought. Neither said a word. "You know, a chicken egg hatched under a toad becomes a Basilisk?" They still send nothing, just stared blankly at her. "Oh, you two make me crazy! Anyway, that's what it is. So, I thought, what if you replaced the chicken egg with another kind of egg? I tried other kinds of bird eggs, a turtle egg, nothing happened, so I tried an egg out of the fridge." At this point Ron broke in, "an egg out of the what/" he asked, completely lost.
Hermione made a sound of extreme frustration and put her head in her hands. Seeing she was too annoyed to answer, Harry stepped in, "Its an electrical appliance muggles use to keep their food cold. So, basically, she used a cold chicken egg instead of a freshly laid one." Ron looked puzzeled, "oh." But pushed it aside and looked back to Hermione.
"Thank you Harry. Now, as I was saying, I used an egg form the fried and the most peculiar creature came out. I was expecting nothing to happen, the egg had been cold so long, I thought any possible life would be gone. But when it hatched, a small cat like creature came out. I could even fit it in the palm of my hand. I couldn't believe it, it was so small and just, well, strange. I took it into my bathroom and washed it off with a towel and found that its fur was blue, a really light shade of blue.
Well, I wasn't sure what to do with it at first. I just made a small bed in one of me dresser drawers and put him in it. The next morning when I woke up, the cat creature had grown to size of a regular kitten and was sitting on my dresser, looking at itself in the mirror. His eyes caught my interest right off because they were a bewitched like glittering silver. When it saw that I was awake, it jumped onto my bed and laid on me, His body was incredibly warm, but when he sniffed my arm, I felt his breath, which was ice cold. I flinched and he looked up at me with those eyes. Then I heard a voice, like it was in my head, it was the cat, a male, and he was apologizing for scaring me. Then he said his breath was so cold because it helps him with the task he was born to do. I asked him what that was, and he told me it was to freeze ghosts.
"Later on he explained it to me in more detail, but basically, he finds ghost that are either evil, restless, or no longer wish to linger on earth anymore, calms them with the heat of his body, then uses his frozen breath to vanquish them. I know it sounds crazy, but I've seen him do ti. I'm like linked to him now too, so I see ghosts all over the place that others can't. He just walks up to them, jumps into their arms, weird, I know, because he should fall right through them, then he just blows gently on their face and they just sort of fade away. So you see, if Umbridge does come back as a vengeful ghost, she can easily be sent away."
The boy's just stared at her, Ron in confusion, Harry in thought. "Why didn't you ever tell us about this cat thing before now?" Harry asked after a while.
Hermiones face quickly turned to guilt, "I don't know. It just never seemed like a good time. We were always so busy with what goes on with us, and when we weren't, I wasn't thinking about it. I'm really sorry I never said anything about it before now, I should have, I just didn't."
Neither Harry nor Ron seemed to care much that she hadn't told them though. Instead, Ron stared at her in disbelief, "So you've made two of your own spells, and you've created a new species, all before your sixth year. Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant."
Hermione beamed at them both, "So, I call him a Remasuray, that's the species name, but his actual name is Hunter. Anyway, do either of you have any more questions?" She asked.
"I do," said Harry, raising his hand. "When do we get to see this, Remasuray?"
A/N: So…what do U think? Please tell me!