Chapter 23: V minus 8 Hours

Beta and co-author Lukanicus

There were several hours before the appointed rendezvous. While the angelic duo went to who knows where and Dumbledore went to inform the others of the meeting, Ron was not about to let this brief respite to pass him by. Both Ron and Hermione saw this as an opportunity to get some quality time together.

"I think we need to go and have some quality time to ourselves Mione. I have a feeling that the next few days aren't going to be anywhere approaching normal.
Hagrid is still away. Let's go and feed his flobberworms and we can just relax at his Hut, if that's ok?"

Ron was walking along one of the many named corridors that one may find them selves whilst trying to think what to do next at Hogwarts. Hermione, the love of his life, was next to him. She moved her hand closer to Ron and gently moving it into his as they carried on walking in silence while just listening to his philosophies.

"I think we need to do some serious snogging as well. If that's ok, I mean, I don't want to push you. It's just that we may get killed and the thought of not having been … you know … close … well, I think it'd haunt my own corpse …."

At that moment, Hermione launched at Ron. Not sure what she was doing, she just knew that at this moment in time, she wanted him, all of him.

"Take me to bed Ron. I need to have your body next to mine."

"Ha ha, that's very funny. Take the Mick whilst I'm trying to be serious."

"I just need to get something first. Do you mind if I meet you there in say half an hour?"

"Oh ok, I'll just feed them and come back to the common room?"

"Ron, I said I want you, not 'I want to avoid you.' Do you love me? If you do, give me half an hour. Ok?"

She was looking longingly into his eyes. His eyes were wild with passion. He had not done it with anyone. However, he was not going to let inexperience get in the way. He was going to let his body do everything his mind wanted to do, and more, and that was worship every little detail of Hermione's body. Ron already had a fantasy about what he should do. Now that he had the opportunity, he was going to relish every second.

Ron smiled, gave a little nod and then waiting for Hermione to walk around the corner. He jumped in the air clicking his heels to his side whilst giving what can only be described as a very triumphant "YES."

Ron rushed off to Hagrid's, quickly knocking on the door more out of courtesy rather
than necessity. He quickly took his wand out and performed a vanishing spell on all of Hagrid's belongings, fang included. Only the bare walls and floor of Hagrid's Hut remained. Then he performed an odourless disinfectant spell. When he was sure that the cabin would be clean enough for Hermione, he conjured a big bed. He made sure that the covers were not animal skin since he did not want to kill the passion before it had started. Ron was not a stylish boy by any stretch of the imagination since he normally left his mum to pick his clothes and style direction. But, he had tried very hard and was quite proud of the little love nest he had created, yellow curtains, green throw on the bed, and he thought the piste de résistance was a huge bowl of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans for good measure.

He quickly stripped and performed a cleansing spell on himself then followed that with a full body-grooming spell. He giggled at the sensation of the hair below his neck being trimmed. All of sudden there was a knock on the door. It was Hermione.
Thinking quickly, he conjured a big towel, wrapping it around him twice and answered the door.

"I was … ah … having a shower…."

Hermione entered the hut, giggling as she did. She looked around and smiled.

"Not quite what I had in mind. Hehehe, no, don't change Ron. You look really sexy, here close your eyes and don't peak."

Ron heard the swishes of a wand that way, whoosh of a wand this way, and with 'poof,' a flame or twenty were ignited.

Hermione had completely transformed Ron's interior design effort. The whole cabin was dominated by the huge log fire. In the centre of the room, a low-level bed draped with the softest fur rug. All around the ceiling and walls, candles, floated in mid air, incense burned in the background giving off a faint scent of cinnamon. Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, being deemed not appropriate for the situation, were 'poofed' away.

"Ok, you can open your eyes now, if you like?"

Ron opened his eyes, marvelling at the transformation that Hermione had performed. Feeling instantly warmer, his jaw nearly hit the floor when he turned and looked at the most wonderful sight he had ever seen.

"Bloody hell, you're…."

Ron thought about the next word that came out of his mouth, more so than any other single word he had spoken. He thought of words that described how he felt. How could he describe her beautiful pale skin and her firm breasts, how her hair hung like silk down over her left shoulder or how he had always longed to see her naked? And now, she was in front of him in this very state. How could he express in words how the little mole on her right shoulder made him want to nibble her, from head to toe?

He settled for just one word. Letting his towel drop on the floor and looking around at the now red velvet and flickering candle scenario that Hermione had recreated for them, he was not conscious of the erection he had. From this moment on, he knew that they would be totally open to each other for the rest of their lives. He walked over to her, put his hands on her head and let his fingers run through her hair. He kissed her passionately whilst letting his fingers run down her spine. Still kissing her passionately, he picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bed. He kissed down toward her neck, slowly and deliberately letting his tongue tease every inch of her face and neck.

Moving away from her neck, he gently let his tongue and hands travel all over Hermione's taut torso, paying extra attention to her nipples. He slid hands down the inside of her thighs and gently forced her legs apart with his hands and with the insatiable attention of his voracious mouth and tantalizing tongue.

Ron teased Hermione in this position for some time before, returning to her mouth, he whispered the word he felt best described her, "Perfection."

Hermione was not going to let Ron do all the work. As he kissed her, she had him in her hand, stroking his manhood over its full length. She was amazed at how beautiful she thought it was. She had fantasized over the last year of being taken by Harry, by Ron, and on occasion, by both Harry and Ron together. She had imagined what having Ron's in her mouth would feel like whilst tasting his precum. She immediately decided that she was going to do this as much as she could.

Hearing a noise in the distance made them both giggle uncontrollably, "Owoooooooooo"

"Ha-ha, I think that Old Snape and Remus are having the same feelings as us, hehehe."

"I hope they are having as much fun as we are. Mione … can I try … you know, if you are ready, that is. I don't want to ever rush you … Ohhhhhhhh that feels awwwwwwwwwww."

Hermione did not answer Ron with words, at his request she pushed him back against the bed and straddling him, lowered herself onto his manhood, easing her body down so that all of Ron was buried inside her.

The rest of their lovemaking was completely new to both. For every movement that Ron made, he caused a new sensation that he had not experienced before. Every new place he touched inside Hermione brought pleasure receptors alive that she never knew she had. The sensations were consuming both young lovers with such intensity that their rhythm became one. Their breathing, hand action and caressing became one. They reached a climatic end together. The noise of their release threatening to send shudders to the muggle world.

A couple of hours later as Ron was stroking Hermione's hair, he asked, "What time is it?"

"Tempuras, its 4:25 PM. We have a couple of hours before we have to meet the others. I'm famished. Shall we go and get some food?"

Looking at his love with utter devotion, he agreed. He wished that they had a picnic basket that was filled with all their favourites so they would not need to move from there sexual reverie. But they did not. He thought a cooked meal would help replace some of the energy he had just used. He was a Weasley after all and they were always at their best with full stomachs.

He agreed and with that they both slowly but surely got dressed and left Hagrid's Hut. Ron turned to return every thing back as they left. Hermione caught his wand hand in time, and looking at him with a sexy glint in her eye.

"Don't Ron. I want to experience you one more time after dinner before we let our love nest go back to its normal state."

Ron took her hand and walked quickly to the kitchens of Hogwarts. He did not feel any need to comment. He now had two things on his mind, food and getting back to the love nest that he and his girlfriend had created. For whatever time they had before the meeting with Harry and Draco, he wanted to make deep sensual love to Hermione.

o

Meanwhile, in an unused airline hanger in Fairwood Common, magically transformed to appear like a castle from the inside, Lord Voldemort was gliding along a line of muggle youths.

A total of twenty youths, all aged between 12 and 16, all naked, and magically aroused, each of the youths looked as if in a complete daze, as if they did not know that they were the sex toy of evil incarnate.

Voldemort picked out a particularly delicate boy of about 14, with blonde hair and a tanned slender frame and backed him away from the line. Voldemort's scaly hand seemed to pull the boy towards him away from the line. In a floating motion, he ascended the stairs to what appeared to be Voldemort's throne.

The boy was immobile since he seemed to have been levitated slightly above the ground. Voldemort moved his hand so that the boy would kneel before him. Stepping out of his robes, he moved to where the boy knelt. Moving into position, he opened the boy's mouth with a gesture of his eyes and pushed his ugly snake like member into the spell bound boy's mouth. Snapping his fingers, he uttered another spell, which had the boy running his fingers up and down Voldemort's body.

Anyone from the back could have been forgiven for thinking that this was a scene of a young boy eagerly eating his grandfathers offering. But from the front, all that could be seen was a lifeless puppet spelled into performing for a hideous creature that only had one use for them, and that was sperm receptors.

Swapping positions Voldemort continued to fuck the boys face whilst at the same time entering the youth's posterior with his snake like hands. The shape of Voldemort's hands had changed to that of a large phallic instrument. Withdrawing from the boy's mouth, he moved around to his back and replaced his fist with his cock, now three times its previous size.

As he never allowed a boy to be presented to him unclean or touched, he pounded into the young boy's virginal arse. The boy's eyes bulged from his face. His mouth contorted in agony as his rapist increased the savagery with each stroke. Each new thrust bought a slightly larger sized cock. Now it was nearly the size of a coke can and the boy's anus was bleeding profusely. All the better for the Dark Lord who loved the taste of his victim's blood, he slithered out his long snake-like tongue and quickly whipped at the boys opening and consuming the red fluid as it poured out fast and furious now.

Voldemort noticed the arrival of Lucius Malfoy in the room. Lucius was moving over to the line of boys with a hungry look on his face. Not missing a beat and growing with every thrust, the dark lord repeatedly impaled the young boy. His face contorted in sheer agony and primal fear as his arse was being pillaged by the madman.

"Lucius, how is my weapon coming along. Have you completed …"

"Forgive me my Lord, we need more time …"

A death glare shot from the Dark lord holding Lucius in an electrified state. Pain from the glare was making his skin burn. Releasing him, he took one last hard lunge at the boy whose eyes drained of life as his stomach ripped open by Voldemort's cock stabbed straight through him. In his last moments of thought, he was grateful it had ended.

"Explain, Lucius, or what that boy received will be merciful, in comparison."

Before Lucius could start to explain from his cowardly prone position, sprawled on the floor, two bright lights appeared out of nowhere. Sirens sounded from every corner of the building. Voldemort made gestures for his wand to come to him. It did not move from the table. His robes also ignored his commanded to clothe his body.

The lights stopped dead in front of Voldemort and Lucius. A flicker from the green light and Lucius flew across the room and lay unconscious into a heap in the far corner. The red light entered the dead boy and gave some dignity to its form by removing the unsightly wounds from its lifeless form. Leaving the youth's body, it shot to the line of nineteen other youths. A glowing red light surrounded the youths. The red light blinked once and then along with them disappeared.

The green light faced Voldemort, glowing brighter than the stars in the sky. The light grew in size to the point where it touched Voldemort. His magical barrier held it off and then the light vanished. He felt as if he had just acquired the most painful indigestion he could imagine. The green light had entered him.

He knew what this was. He knew that he had to get this out but was powerless against its might. Trying to gather his thoughts, he tuned to his inner black magic. He could now clearly see the image before his eyes. A white angelic figure shimmered with green light and goodness. His black magic rose from within to greet it. His soul looked more like a Dementor with a human face, the face of The Dark Lord himself.

Lucius Malfoy stirred and was puzzled by what he was seeing. Voldemort stood with arms out stretched and eyes wide open. One eye was bright green and the other was the darkest black he had ever seen.

Realizing that this was a wonderful and probably his singular opportunity to defeat the dark lord whilst incapacitated by the light source, he fired off Avada Kedavra Curses. He fired one after the other at Voldemort. Each got within a foot of the Dark Lord and then turned into flames and vanished. He realized that this was a good time to try and flee. However, as soon as he attempted to flee, he felt himself immobilized and looking up at the ceiling again.

"Welcome back Mother. It's been a long time. Why did you forsake me?"

"My Child, you must leave this human form. This wizard is capable of terrible things. I cannot allow your essence to aid his madness. The humans and the magical beings are ready for a war that will see millions of innocents die. All this is happening because of this form is insane. Leave his body, return to me and be complete again."

"Be part of you again. You abandoned me. You left me to fester, in the body of a human child. Do you know what it was like when I was born? Yes born, a piece of a consciousness, millennia in age, yet when do I reach sentience? When I am born to a carbon-based lifeform, it took me thirteen of their years to get under his skin. He was a kind and caring half-breed. I polluted his human side, sowing seed after seed of doubt. I made him believe he was better than every one. I helped him after he fell down oh so many times on the way. I was all he had left inside his head by his thirteenth birthday."

"I forced him to see everything as dark. He looked around the corner so many times he thought he was insane. I hate his inferior human side. I strengthen his half-magic side so that I could get stronger, striving to be the most powerful wizard in the world.
It helped me make him feel less inferior. It was I all along. Dumbledore saw the signs and I kept him muffled. But I grew strong. I learned to force him to kill. Always in the background there he was, Tom Riddle. Always trying to get out and cry for help. 'No don't hurt the poor human, stop torturing the innocent'."

"Having to change his will every time he was on the brink of defeat, I would take him away to mend. He is strong, stronger than any other human I have encountered, apart from yours and your mates vessels. I tried to touch you. When I did, you retaliated."

"He nearly succeeded once. He tried to get help from the strongest wizard couple of the time. I made him kill them. I would have killed their off spring also. But he was inside it. He had taken form in the child they had birthed. I made my human form release the life taker curse at the boy. But you stopped me."

"You had been alive longer in the offspring of its Cosmic Twin, The Dragon Child.
You forced some of Din's essence into my human host when you saved that child. Old Tom's conscience realized and tried to gain help over the next eighteen years.
Trying to bond mentally with him, I allowed only the hate to filter through, never the pain."

"Your precious wizards didn't understand. They just blamed Voldemort and I was free to do as I pleased. I tried leaving this body five years ago after I was nearly defeated, but Tom kept me. His only power that of Din's essence, managed to bind me."

"I waited for years to regain my strength so that I could crush all that ever knew me.
I wanted to kill your vessel and make you wander the universe, waiting for him again.
They have stopped me from exacting my revenge on those who sought to destroy me.
And now I will eradicate both wizard and human alike. A blissful blood bath will see only our form survive."

"You were aided before by the Executioner and the Dark Star. Does he know the power he holds in the palm of his hand? You shield him well from me. I have sought union with his essence, but nothing."

"With him, the guardian of our kind, I could kill even you. I am part you, you cannot stop me. Unless you attempt to kill me, and by doing so will kill yourself. I do not crave power. I crave revenge against all you hold dear. One of our spirits cannot inflict harm on himself knowingly. You cannot stop my will since it has been forged in hate for over ten decades."

"Once your army of light is destroyed, and my army will destroy them, then I will target this dismal little rock and the rest of this planet will scorch. Oh, I see, you have heard of my little weapon. You can do nothing now to stop me. I will kill every wizard. I will rape every child, woman and man on this planet that opposes me. I will then burn them all to the ground…………………."

o

Farore broke off the union with Voldemort. She could not believe that a piece of her consciousnesses had been responsible for all of the heartache the wizarding world had suffered in the last thirty years. She left that place in a split second. She had to seek out Din. She needed his guidance.

o

"Oh Remy, harder, harder, you know I love it when you touch me there."

Remus and Snape were making love in Severus' quarters when all of a sudden Harry and Draco appeared out of thin air.

"It's time. You must both come with me now. We have no time to lose."

Lupin and Snape quickly got out of their bed. In the same instant, Harry and Draco had popped out of their room and into the great hall where Hermione, Ron and the Headmaster were. Ushering them on as well, they signalled that they would wait at the appointed spot.

Waiting there, without words Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Lupin and Snape awaited the arrival of Harry and Draco. They knew it must be urgent for the time of their meeting to be brought forward. They did not however know why.

Draco and Harry arrived in majestic style, floating down from the sky.

"Thank you for coming so soon, we have disturbing news."

o

Meanwhile

"Lucius, get my generals together tonight. In the morning we move against the light."