I am trying to finish these stories and also to fix all the hacks in others.
If you find my stories difficult to read, again, don't.
Malfoy Manor
"Yes Master, we found traces of their camp. Zech, a Snatcher caught a whiff of four people, three males and one female; one of them smelled of wolf." Mulciber reported.
"Yesss, that soundsss right. I want them here. Who findsss them will be in my favor, plus a vault. No touching them, I don't want the girl upset. Treat them asss welcome guestsss." Mulciber shook in fear; the menace in his voice couldn't be ignored. They all knew the punishment waiting if one of those hot-headed Snatchers got out of hand.
"Yes sir, I will pass the word not to be rough with them."
"NOOOOO!" he screamed, "I sssaid, don't touch them, if anyone one isss roughened-up, I will feed them to Nagini, underssstood?" If you don't make yourssself understood, a punishment isss also waiting for you, and where isss Fenrir?"
• Fenrir's Report
The tall males walked deep into the gardens, away from spying ears. "I felt them, the magical effect derived from their union is tangible, but only if you are open to it. Bella and the others seem to be totally unaware. As for me, it soothed my wolf in the best of ways." Fenrir looked at Lucius, who was surprised to see the werewolf's eyes, some warmth existed on them that wasn't there before. Fenrir acknowledged Lucius by nodding his head.
"After my experience I am certain that they must not be found by the Dark Lord, he would win supporters all over the Wizarding world." Fenrir, of course, wanted to convert Bill all the way, granting him the gift of shifting at will, and would gain contro under the lunar phases. He had remembered the tales of Golden Bonds, and at the very least, he wanted to be an ally, not an enemy. His pack, so broken, could use their support.
"Yes, but I heard Mulciber talking, one of the young werewolves you brought reported sensing them. What can we do? " Lucius sounded concerned.
He didn't trust the wolf for one second, but if the Dark Lord got a hold of the couple, his reign would never end. The Golden Bond didn't guarantee peace, it ensure benefits for those around them. The children would be very powerful, and if the parents could be convinced or coerced to be on the Lord's side, everyone was in trouble.
Fenrir looked unhappy, wait until he found what idiot had reported the couple, someone would pay with their lives.
• At the camp - Powerless
"Someone is out there." Harry murmured. He had moved his cot to Bill's tent. He was helping Bill with Hermione because she wasn't doing well, and Bill was pale and withdrawn; he didn't know what to do.
The idea of even sending a Patronous was unwise.
"Yes, I hear, it sounds like my brother. Go to him, I cannot stand to see him right now." Bill sounded dejected.
"Bill, it wasn't Ron's fault. It was an accident." Harry put his hand on Bill's shoulder. Lobo was half in control in the midst of the grief of the possible loss, hence, Bill pushed the hand aside.
"Not an accident, it was Ron and his mouth, and I am at fault as well. I hesitated but for a second. I wish I had listened my father's advice, he was right. I am very lucky to have this young witch, and I should count my luck and blessings. I do hold Ron responsible for his actions." He looked very angry, and Harry decided to let it go.
• Repentant - sort of …
He moved the flap of the tent aside; it revealed Ron standing there. Something was wrong, he looked like a wild animal trapped in a snare. He ran his fingers through his hair non-stop, and now it stood up in all directions.
"Ron what's the matter?"
They walked towards their tent. Ron had a cup of tea, his pulse unsteady, "Harry, there is a reward for Bill and Hermione's capture. The Dark Lord wants them, and he wants them alive. The forest is alive with Snatchers; but I cannot figure out what is behind his command."
"We need to re-enforce the Concealment Charms. Let's go and explore, we can use the Vanishing Cloak. First, let me alert Bill. I have no idea why he wants them, but I am sure it is for nothing good." Harry reasoned.
"I will go; I want to check on Hermione." Ron said defiantly.
"Mate, nothing against you, but I think it is better if you hang out here. Bill is angry with you." Harry insisted.
"I want to see her, and he cannot stop me. He has done enough harm; don't you know, he got her bloody pregnant! And she might dying because of him."
Ron tears rolled down this cheeks, and Harry turned the other way. Harry needed to hurt him. Was Ron an idiot or what?
"She is too young for him, and I had always though she would be mine." Ron whined.
Harry finally had it, me, me, and me, and poor little Ron. His voice was louder that he intended, but he was extremely mad at all of them, including himself.
"You and I have not treated her right. And who said she was for you, how about me? How about Viktor? She is a very desirable witch; and you must face it, we blew it. Besides, if Bill doesn't work out, she doesn't belong to you, remember that. Bah, if you come, be prepared for Bill's anger. And so you know, you are on your own."
Harry walked towards Bill's tent while he seethed, angry waves darkening his soul. There were in this situation because of Ron's big mouth. If something happened to Hermione, he would never forgive Ron. Although, he agreed with Bill, he wanted to maintain peace, but it was just hard to remain calm around Ron.
"Bill please let the wards down," Harry said and stepped in, Ron was right behind. "What are you doing here?" Bill was angry and would not even look at Ron.
"How is Hermione? I have the right to see my friend. She is one of my best mates, and I loved her before you did." Ron put an emphasis on mates and love. In the illuminated tent, his blotchy, teary face was revealed.
Bill could care less, and Harry wanted to smack his best friend. He was hopeless.
"Ron, the right you have is to treat her with respect. For your information, I am glad she is with me, moreover, I am honored. If Mom did something, I owe her my respect and my gratitude. As to how is Hermione, she's still out; as you saw she hit her head pretty hard. Furthermore, I am sure we cannot move her and will need to stay here for a couple of days." Bill's tone was choppy and forced. "If you weren't my little brother, you would be in mortal danger, right about now."
Harry intervened. "Bill we must go out, I know it is very late, but, Ron tell him what you saw and heard."
Ron related his tale and as he spoke, Bill rubbed his forehead and then pinched the bridge of his nose. He appeared to be deep in thought, and after a few seconds, he looked at them.
"That would make sense. I wonder why they have that special interest, wait I remember. It has to do with our bonding. We are under special protection. You-know-who is after us for our babies, they suppose to be—," he paused, "in any case if they were to find Hermione now—."
His voice broke down as he kneeled on the floor by the cot. He laid his head by Hermione's lap and sobbed. Harry couldn't stop the stream of tears flooding his eyes. Harry didn't care who she was with at the end; he wanted her alive, his Hermione, his best witch.
"Bill we are going for a reconnaissance of the area. We will be under the Invisibility Cloak; we must make sure we are all safe." Harry voice was broken with sorrow. Ron's mood was somber, and Harry's eyes were hazy with tears and worry.
Harry was thinking of the consequences of misspoken words, and about how unfair they all had been to Hermione. If Bill's wolf had not gone crazy for Hermione, neither Ron nor himself would have acknowledged the young witch for years to come, if ever; or maybe they would have; and there wasn't a way to tell, it was all conjectures. For now, the facts were clear, Hermione and Bill were together, and all of them needed to respect that fact.
• Unavoidable-
Harry and Ron must have left but a few minutes when Hermione started moaning in pain. She was holding her stomach. At least she is reacting, were Bill's thoughts.
"Hurts, it hurts." Her knees were bent on pain.
He pulled out his wand and casted a spell over her lower abdomen. He knew it was in Latin. He knew the intent was more important than the words; he was tired and not sure.
« Sodes una rogationis, pateoere veritas astis pueri abortionis « ( please a question, reveal the truth. Is the baby aborted?)
« Pueri… abortionis. » The baby is aborted, appeared in letters above her abdomen. He could not believe he even remembered the words, as if someone had whispered them inside his head.
His face was somber and unhappy. With a twist of the wand he casted a spell, he had used once in Egypt with colleagues who had a miscarriage. It was also taught at the order in times of war. It allowed the witch to be cleansed inside with a normal flow. Again his mind was foggy, and he hoped that he'd remember, he didn't want more pain for his mate.
His baby would be 'normal flow,' what a way to go. Drying his tears, he mourned his baby silently. He would need to be strong for Hermione, but he would never, ever, forgive Ron. He knew it'd been an accident, but he also remembered how his line of questioning had confused him.
The spell was only to be used in extreme cases by non-Healers. It was a reserved spell, and could not be used by those non-authorized. Under normal conditions it would be registered as coming from his wand.
At the Forest, however, it would be nearly impossible for the Ministry to detect, let alone register any of the events. A healer should do this when indicated, and he wasn't one. It only worked in the first eight weeks of pregnancy, and it was dangerous afterwards.
When he casted the last stanza, "Abluere flument sanguis salutiferum," he repeated in his mind, Clean wand. In a minute, all was taken care of, all but the internal pain and anger; he had blamed Ron, but it was also his fault.
He was exhausted and needed to rest. He expanded the cot and lay next to her. He held her hand as he fell asleep. He was remembering his witch earlier today, when she had tried her brand of naïve sensuality, and quickly changed his train of thought as his lower body reacted to the memory.
He totally missed the small, winged shadow leave the tent. It had sprinkled something over Hermione after touching her belly and her forehead; it made a playful pirouette in the air and a deep curtsy for added effect, and it flew away.
• Don't look the gifted horse in the mouth-
Not all gifts are easily recognizable as such. They might not even resemble one, and it might be a long time before we understand its value. This was Bill's case, although only initially; he realized its value in time to alert others to keep their mouths shut.
Bill was sleeping soundly when a small hand began to play with his hair, and he felt a shower of kisses across his forehead. He opened one eye with caution and heard a giggle.
"Bill, are you here?" a small voiced asked. Bill's head rose right away. He rested his weight on his bent arm while he caressed her forehead. He wasn't sure why she was smiling and acting playful.
"Yes, I am, unless you cannot see me. Hermione, how are you feeling?" He sat by her side and took her hand in his, and pressed it against his lips. He was full of joy that she was awake, even if her question was a little strange, he was afraid that she was blind from the fall.
"Like my head is about to fall-off, I have a gigantic headache, my back is a little sore, and—," she paused and shook her head, "What happened, when did you get in? Why didn't you wake me up? And the biggest question, why are you back so soon? Not that I am not glad. And why are your eyes so puffy and red, do you feel well?
Her voice was excited and happy. He was flabbergasted, what on earth was going on here?
Bill looked at her with surprise."I was here most of the day and," he paused and looked at her. Her expression was on of pure wonderment. She neither remember his arrival nor what happened the day before.
"I told you I was coming back as soon as I could." He was being cautious, was this good or bad, think Bill, think.
"Yes, I know soon, but four weeks is super soon. We will be together for Saint Valentine's day." She smiled and tried to get up, "Ouch, my entire body hurts. I am a little worried that my period is a bit late," she made a face, "or maybe not." Maybe she was feeling the flow, she appeared relieved.
"Well, let's see, so why are you back so soon?" She asked again. It was obvious that she was suffering memory loss, and he needed to play this right.
Although his heart was full of sorrow for the lost possibility, she was so young and her life in front of her. What he had done for her today, would allow her to heal very fast, and if she couldn't remember at all, he would tell her when they were safe, no sense in bringing grief. He knew the recuperation time was one of a normal flow.
"Hermione, love, it has been over two months. You slipped on a rock and fell down. The boys are checking around. You have been worried about being pregnant." He looked at her, wondering what to say.
"Yes, I think I am having my period," she flushed bright red.
"You see, I was right, nothing to worry. Hermione, I have not told you that I missed you much, and how happy I am to be with you. I love you so very much; you are the only one for me." He told her as he held her close to him, careful not to touch her head.
Now he needed to tell Harry to tell Ron to keep their mouths quiet. Whereas he would have to mourn on his own, he had a niggling this was a something good. It was.
In a dark recess of the forest, inside a cave, an orb floated. Inside the orb there was a tiny embryo, totally formed, it was being kept in stasis to be reinserted in a more auspicious time. The creature inhabiting the cave was a very old being that used to be a guardian ages ago. It was called from the far away realm with instructions. It was done. It had given good feelings to the ones around, there been more humans, but it couldn't bother with them. It was tired and wanted to sleep, for a year or two. The witch was young, later.
The guardians/watchers applauded in relief when the news came. No child from their couple would die unprotected, they were very special. This wasn't a good time for the witch to be pregnant, a new date had been determined.
The parents would be alerted later when the time would come, calling the old guardian was no small feat, it slept for decades at a stretch; which was a good thing since it was so full of mischief. So naughty and slippery he was, that he still lived in the Earth, and to date, nobody had been able to lure it and send him away. He escaped while on duty, but gave them a hand once in a while. Everyone agreed they were lucky that he was still there.
Harry and Ron were coming back with news. They were surprised to find Bill looking happier.
"I have news for you. Before you greet her, let's talk."
• Voldemort and Fenrir
"Fenrir, you mussst find them. They are in the forest. I know it is vassst and full of hiding places, and maybe they are gone; however, you must find them wherever they are. Start by the Weasleys' rat nessst and don't stop until you locate them. You have never failed me before, ssso don't do it now."
"No my Lord, I will find them," Fenrir boiled inside. He didn't want to submit to the snake-face; a pompous fool that was crazy and cruel, wasn't fit to lead him. Moreover, Voldemort tortured his own people for pleasure, and no longer was the Dark Lord from before, no, he wasn't. Even worse, all of them were doomed to be his slaves forever, and Fenrir fully understood that fact; unless they acted quickly and stopped his mad reign.
"I know you will; becaussse if you don't find them, you will die. Quit dawdling and go." Voldemort smiled his eerie lipless-grimace.
Not if I kill you first, snake-face, not if I do. Thought Fenrir, no wizard is going to kill the Alpha of all werewolves.
