Gringotts- Part III
A/N- Hello everyone and welcome to the new chapter of 'Emerald and Amethyst'. Hope you enjoy it.
IMPORTANT NOTE- I said that I would publish it regularly but I have got many good reasons as to why I haven't. First off, this chapter was unexpectedly hard to write. Secondly, I had my birthday on the 13th. Third, my exams are just around the corner. And fourth, my laptop unexpectedly crashed so it had to be taken to the Service Centre.
WARNING- Language
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Snape followed Goldaxe through a-what seemed like- ritual room.
"Right, now the more potions or spells you have in your body, the more it is going to pain." Goldaxe said in a monotone voice.
"I can deal with pain. Just tell me what to do." Harry said.
Goldaxe revealed all his teeth making him look even more terrifying. Then Hermione realized that it must be a smile.
"I like you. You just need to wait for-" Goldaxe managed before being cut-off.
Just then, another goblin- this time a female entered and upon seeing Harry, gasped- "Harry! Where is Aquila? Don't tell me that you both had a fight-"
Before she could go on any longer, Goldaxe muttered in her ear. Her eyes widened and the narrowed in rage. Then she said, "Hello everyone. I am Springwind the head Healer goblin and I will heal you. Now, I want the person who has the least amount of foreign magic."
The four looked at each other and nodded at Severus.
Severus stepped forward.
"Hello, Mr. Snape. If you would come with me." Springwind said already moving towards one of the many rooms.
Goldaxe showed the Trio the 'waiting room' with instructions to wait until their turn came. They shrugged.
Hermione pulled out a book from her satchel and started reading it. Ron pulled out the Sugar Quills and started eating it while Harry sat in a lotus position and meditated.
Half an hour later...
Hermione looked up from her book and gasped causing Ron to look up and Harry to come out of his trance.
Severus Snape was standing in the doorway. But, he looked different. His lanky and greasy hair had been replaced by silky black hair. He no longer had sallow, unhealthily pale skin and his nose had lost it's obvious hook. All in all, he was looking quite good.
Snape groaned and sat down.
"I am going to kill Dumbledore, very painfully." Snape said.
Harry looked at him and smirked.
"Got yourself into a mess?" Harry casually enquired.
"Yes. A big one. I thought Steven was killed by-" Snape was cut off by a voice.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley-Prewett." the voice shouted
"Guess it's my turn." Ron muttered as he stood up to go.
"It'll be fine." Hermione said.
Harry just smiled a bit as he returned to his trance-like state.
"What is he doing?" Snape whisper-asked.
"He's meditating. Trying to get his thoughts together." Hermione answered back.
Severus nodded, surprised. Meditating is hard for witches and wizards since random thoughts come into their heads and break their concentration. Only skilled Occlumens can do the meditation properly.
Half an hour later...
Ron entered the room just as Harry broke out of the trance. Ron also had a makeover. The lanky, tall boy was gone. Instead, he was replaced by a muscular boy with a darker shade of auburn hair and blue eyes which seemed like bits of sapphire. Some of his freckles had also vanished. His features were sharpened, more aristocratic looking. The most distinguishing thing was that he held himself with confidence. Not insecurity.
Ron sat down on his seat with the grace of an elephant.
"I wanna strangle him." he said. He seemed very angry.
"Yes. I want to strangle him too." Snape said.
Harry and Hermione looked at the pair in slight confusion. Just then, the same voice shouted-
"Hermione Jean Granger-McKinnon-Lestrange."
Hermione gulped slightly as she stood up.
Ron gave her an encouraging smile and said- "it will be ok."
Harry scoffed- "of course it would be ok. She is Hermione after all."
Hermione smiled slightly, put the book back in her satchel which she handed to Harry and went out.
"It will be okay, won't it? It pained so much and Mia has even more foreign magic than me." Ron muttered to Harry when Hermione was out of hearing distance.
"Of course she will be Ron. This is Hermione we are talking about. The same girl who almost gave us a concussion with her book-bag." Harry replied.
"She gave you both a concussion with her book-bag?" Severus asked, amused.
"She carries a monstrous amount of books. And it was third year, so naturally she had more classes than us. More classes also means more books." Ron said.
"Oh. You know, I still didn't figure out how she attended all the classes when the times for the classes overlapped with one another. Also, how Black escaped." Severus said, looking at them.
Harry grinned sheepishly.
"Fine," he said, "I will tell you."
Then he launched the whole story of time-turners and everything.
"So Hermione opened the cellar door and Sirius escaped with Buckbeak. After that, we ran and barely reached the Hospital Wing on time." Harry finished with a flourish.
"You saw yourself conjuring a Patronus." Severus said, astonished.
"Uh-huh. It was pretty confusing." Harry said.
10 minutes later...
Hermione went into the waiting room. Ron gasped and for good reason. The bushy-haired, ugly (not that they would ever say that to her face) Hermione Granger was gone. Instead she was replaced by a stunning girl with black hair coming down in waves to her waist, brown-almost-black eyes, hourglass figure and mile-long legs. Her features were sharper, showing her noble birth. She looked absolutely stunning.
"Woah, Mia. You look beautiful." Ron said.
Harry smirked.
"If any of the boys saw you right now, they would be heads-over-heals for you." Harry said.
Hermione sat down.
"Too bad that I would not be able to show my true self then." Hermione smirked.
"How do you feel?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Honestly? I want to strangle Dumbledore with his beard." Hermione said calmly.
"Yeah. I am getting that feeling." Ron admitted.
Before anyone else could say anything, the voice shouted- "Hadrian James Potter-Evans-Peverell-Gryffindor-Emrys."
"Lords. Why do I have such a huge name?" Harry asked to no-one in particular.
Ron grinned but there was worry in his eyes.
"It hurt like a bitch. And my pain will be minuscule to what is in store for you." Ron warned.
"Don't worry. I know how to handle pain." Harry said confidently as he walked out.
Hermione sighed and said- "he has been through so much."
"Uh-huh." Ron said in a subdued manner.
"Did the relatives...abuse him?" Snape asked.
Ron and Hermione looked at each-other having some sort of silent conversation. Hermione won. Ron muttered something like- "Harry's gonna kill me."
Then he said- "Well, the summer before second year, when we went to Number 4 to rescue him, he had bars on his window and several locks and a cat flap on the door. When Fred and George got his trunk from a cupboard under the stairs, they found an old cot, a thin blanket, a broken light-bulb and some broken toys in the cupboard. The worst thing was that they also found dried blood on the walls, the cot and the blanket. We didn't tell anything to Harry because we feared that we might accidentally trigger some bad memories."
"That-that..." Snape trailed off. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would hear something like this. Sure, some of the more uptight Purebloods (Rosier, Parkinson) used some harmful spells on their children but it never escalated to this. In the wizarding world, children were to be cherished. They were the future of the wizarding world after all.
"I know." Hermione said softly.
"Why didn't he go for help to anyone?" Snape asked.
They laughed bitterly.
"Do you take Harry as a person who would go to the Hospital Wing willingly? Besides, we knew that if he told to McGonagall, he would receive a pat on his head and would be told to keep his head down and bear it. If he went to Pomphrey, then she would have told to Dumbledore and he would have told that surely you are exaggerating, m'boy. The Dursleys aren't that bad. After all they are family." Ron's voice had a mocking quality by the end. Severus listened but he wasn't really shocked. After all, Dumbledore had said the same to him when he complained about his father. But, he would have thought that Dumbledore would have listened to his precious weapon. Apparently not.
"Look. Let's not say it in front of Harry. He hates it when someone finds out about his...situation." Hermione pleaded.
"Okay." Severus said slowly. It was...disconcerting how much Hermione, or was it Andromeda? looked like Bellatrix, but she had Rodolphus' dark eyes.
Half an hour later...
"Why isn't Harry coming?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Calm down Ron. He had the most amount of foreign magic. Maybe they need more time to flush it out." Hermione soothed him.
"Maybe." Ron muttered.
15 minutes later...
Harry staggered into the room, massaging his forehead. This time, neither of the three could conceal the gasp. If they had makeovers, Harry's one was the most biggest and unexpected (Hermione's was expected 'cause she was glamoured to look like the Grangers.). The scrawny, bespectacled boy was gone. He was replaced by a lithe boy with snowy skin, blood-red lips, shoulder-length raven black hair which looked stylishly ruffled. His features were sharp, showing his noble birth. His eyes were breath-taking. They were Avada-Kedavra green with golden swirls in it. He looked gorgeous.
"H-how do you feel?" Hermione stuttered.
Harry groaned as he flopped down a chair and said- "as if she performed the memory implantation ritual, again."
Ron blinked twice.
"Wait. What?" he asked.
Harry opened his eyes and they saw that it was slightly hazy with pain.
"The Memory-" he broke off, cursing.
"Shit. She's gonna kill me. Urgh! Where is Dumbledore? I wanna wrap his beard around his neck and pull!" he exclaimed.
The three of them watched the tirade with wide eyes.
"Holy hell." this came from Ron and the other two couldn't help but agree with him.
Goldaxe entered the waiting room and said- "please come with me to my office. We have a few things to discuss before you all leave."
"Okay..." Ron dragged out of the word.
Harry sighed and stood up.
"Could you please take us to your office, Goldaxe?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Of course, Hadrian. I'm glad that you remember. Though, what about Aquila?"
Harry groaned again.
"I don't know. Guess I'll have to explain everything then."
"You better. You of all people should know that she doesn't like secrets." Goldaxe warned.
"Don't I know it." Harry muttered to himself.
In her cell, the once-beautiful Bellatrix Lestrange heard voices and explosions along with the purely Dark Magic which couldn't belong to anyone but her Lord. All of the prisoners in the High Security Ward gasped.
"Our Lord has come!" Bellatrix shrieked out in joy.
A few minutes later, the Dark Lord, his daughter and a couple of Inner Circle Members took the prisoners away.
The fifteen-year-old girl mercilessly slaughtered the Azkaban guards and quite a few Aurors sending the Dark Mark in the sky.
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