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Inheritance of the Elves
Chapter 5
The Brewing Storm
"I just can't believe they would do that! Not when they know how we feel about one another," Ginny whined for the umpteenth time that hour.
Hermione was sitting on the bed in the room she shared with Ginny as the other girl moped about the disappearance of Harry. And Hermione didn't blame her. Really, it was obvious to her that Ginny was Harry's mate and was lying about there being two of them. He was just scared of his emotions.
"Why did the twins have to take him form me? They know we love each other!" she moaned, clutching a pillow to her chest dramatically.
"Ginny, they just want them for themselves. It is plainly obvious to me and many others that Harry knows you are his mate and that Fred and George kidnapped him in attempt to keep him to themselves," said Hermione gently, knowing that her friend had to be emotionally distraught at the loss of her soul mate.
"Why is it so important that he have a mate, anyway?" curiosity seeped into her tone.
"His mate is his source of power. Harry's powers are emotion based, according to the book. His greatest source of emotional support and therefore power comes from his mate," she said as though everyone should know this.
Ginny nodded thoughtfully while she left the room. That made sense, and she started to think about how she was going to get Harry back with her where he belonged.
It was now plain to her that the twins were not right. They liked Harry in a way that no man should like another. It was odd and freakish. Ginny needed to help her beloved get away from them; he loved the Weasleys like family and obviously didn't see the perversions that the twins were committing against him. Yes, this needed to stop and Ron would help her in her endeavor to rid Harry of such awful people. She found him reading in the parlor.
"Ron. I need your help in getting Harry away from those wretched freaks we call brothers," her voice was crackling with hostility and disgust as she watched her brother read an old copy of 'Quidditch Monthly'.
"And how are we supposed to do that? Even the Order can't find them," Ron scoffed and went back to his magazine. He wasn't going to do anything to take a from his quidditch or Hermione time.
"We might have to wait till Hogwarts to do it. You know he won't miss that," she admitted grudgingly and Ron nodded in agreement. "But they are trying to break me and Harry apart. Hermione said I'm his mate and I bet she would help us plan to get him back."
And, as she had predicted, Ron shot up off the couch and followed her like a puppy who had a piece of fresh meat dangled in front of him after not eating for days. He was wrapped around his little sister's finger and was drooling at any chance to be near Hermione.
They made their way up the girls' room and they sat and planned. They debated all kinds of options. Everything from faked potions accidents while they were making products to poison was discussed. But all of those plans required knowing where the twins and Harry were, and being in close contact with them to pull the plans off.
They were in a Black house, however, which meant there were at least 10 books on how to get rid of someone discreetly. When they went and looked in the library, Hermione found over 40. The books ranged several centuries and dozens of countries.
Not every suggestion was discreet enough for their purposes. Several ingredients were impossible to get, whether it was because they were extinct or because the trio could never hope to get their hands on them.
Ginny thought that a concoction based out of a desert of Ethiopia should be used. It caused the insides of the body to boil and cook, somehow keeping the damage level low enough to cook the body to death while the victim was still conscious for as long as possible. Then again a potion from the polar regions of the north that would freeze their bodies from the inside out, but keep them alive to feel all of it was also okay. Either way she wanted them to suffer.
When Ginny voiced this desire, Hermione cringed. Never had she thought that Ginny could be so wantonly cruel. She reminded the other girl that she was going to get her Harry back, and they couldn't afford the investigation that such unusual deaths would cause.
Not long after that Hermione stumbled upon what she considered to be the ideal method for getting rid of the twins. It was a combination of potions, sympathetic magic, and magical artifact. Poppets.
After they were accidentally unveiled by squibs who could practice small bits of magic with ready made items, they were known by most of the muggle world as Voodoo dolls.
The method that they would use required two potions: one similar to the imperious curse and a sensory potion; cloth that the person had close contact with (clothes were ideal), and the hair of the person which would be used as thread were also needed.
After she found it in the book, she rushed over to the other table that had Ginny and Ron, "Look what I found."
The pair poured over the book and the steps.
"Perfect," Ginny looked up at Hermione with a smirk.
Several hours later, they left the room with Cheshire cat grins on their faces.
"And what have you three been up to today?" asked Mrs. Weasley kindly as she used magic to move their plates in front of them.
"Nothing," they chimed in unison. As Molly nodded and turned away they caught each other's eyes and, to anyone who saw, an unnerving twinkle entered in their eyes. And, whether they knew why or not, everyone at the table shivered.
A/N: So this is my evil trio chapter. I am much, much happier with this version of the chapter than I ever was with the old one. Though I have a feeling that sometime next year, I'm going to be going over this, and think of 50 ways that it could have been better. A part of this chapter was influenced by a famous poem. I wonder if you can spot it?