DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
Chapter 10
"C-Caller?" Tom stammered.
"You called upon my master to bring this girl back."
"Um...Yes. Yes, I did. What of it?"
"Her time has expired. She must go back." the ghost said.
"No! No! There must be another way." He begged, rushing forward.
"There is no alternative. Her time upon this plane has ended and she must return to-"
"She's not going anywhere!" Tom ordered, whipping his wand out and aiming it between the spirit's eyes. It merely cackled and lifted Hermione off the floor, bringing a strangled gasp from her. "Put her down!"
"Listen, little man. There is nothing you nor anybody can to me, seeing as I am not even here."
At that moment, Lucius burst in the room, wand raised. "Milord! We picked up a distur-" he stopped abruptly when he saw the ghost choking his love.
"Put you wand down, tiny man." The ghost ordered.
"Milor-"
"Do as it says." Tom ordered, lowering his own wand. "You can't take her from me. Not again." He begged the ghost, shaking his head.
"There is no way around it. Unless you want to offer yourself in her place." It joked, not expecting Tom's answer.
"I'll do it."
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"No, milord!" Lucius cried out of loyalty. "There must be another way to-" he begged the ghost who was examining Tom carefully.
"I accept your offer." It said, tossing Hermione aside like a toy that was no longer amusing.
"Wait - it was you, wasn't it?" Tom accused. "You took Lucius' form that night and made Hermione see herself as a corpse."
"Yes. But my plan to make the girl take her own life failed." It said, gliding over to Tom, raising it's hand.
"But why Lucius?"
"I know of the girl's feeling for him and his love for her." it explained. "I knew what you and your wife were doing that night and by taking your form at the right time, it would make you," he said to Tom, "and the girl see him and his wife." It turned to Lucius. "And you had to tell your lover what you had done together."
"Is that true, Lucius?" Tom demanded, turning on him. "You love my wife?"
"Yes, milord." He answered, bowing his head out of fear/respect.
"And yet you go home and fck your wife?"
"I imagined that Narcissa was Hermione." He answered quietly.
"You're sick." Came Hermione's voice. She sat up on the floor, having only just regained consciousness from banging her head on the floor, and had heard the conversation. Her hand held her throat and rubbed gently. "You imagined that I was that stupid little blonde btch?" she rasped angrily, getting to her feet.
"Yes, I did."
"Can I ask why but not get a sick deranged perverted answer?"
"Probably not." He whispered.
"Enough!" the ghost shouted. "I came for a life and now I will take one!"
Clasping his hand to Tom's chest, a red light erupted from the join and Tom roared in pain. Lucius leapt forward to try and separate them but was thrown back by an invisible force. It was the longest 3 seconds of Hermione's life. Tom looked into her eyes, but she looked away, not seeing the blatant hurt. His body fell to the ground with a loud thump and the ghost vanished a second later.
"Milord?" Lucius asked, rushing over to him. "Milord, can you hear me?" he asked, feeling for a pulse. There was none. "He's dead."
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"Oh, boo-hoo. One less Dark Lord to worry about." Hermione said simply. Lucius glared at her disbelievingly. Out of nowhere, he jumped up, grabbed her arms and slammed her back into the wall.
"Your husband is dead! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
"No! It doesn't because I hated him!"
"You married him!"
"That doesn't mean love is present! Look at you and Narcissa! You have to think of me just to get release!"
"I'll show you about that then, shall I?!" he snapped, smashing his lips to hers. Instantly, the familiar migraine struck him but he ignored it. The knowledge that Hermione was responding to his violence drastically outweighed the pain. Hermione's cold hand went to his trouser zipper as Lucius picked her up. But the second his member touched her waiting core, the pain increased ten-fold and he had to stop. He roared in pain and frustration.
"What?" she asked, as he put her down. "What's wrong?"
"The spell milord put on me. The pain was too much. I'm sorry."
"Oh, well."
"Hmmm. Yes. Oh, well. We'd best start preparing to re-activate the Dark Lord's Horcruxes."
"No." Hermione said firmly.
"I'm sorry?" Lucius asked, after picking up his trademark cane and put his wand back in the top.
"I can't let you bring him back."
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Hiding out in a run down manor on the outskirts of Cheselbourne, a small Southern England village, The Order of The Phoenix lurk.
Harry Potter, a mere boy of 18, sat at the kitchen table. In his hand, he held a small but sharp knife. He sat tracing his previous lines, thinking about his lost love.
'6 months and 7 days', he thought. The last thing he remembered from that day was...was Voldemort standing over him speaking the 2 words no one should remember.
Being alive confused him and everyone else. Several theories had been tossed around and the most likely one was that when Harry gave his life - sort of - for Hermione, she would have been resurrected but she was already alive; but when Hermione gave her life for everyone that Voldemort or any Death Eater had killed, they were obviously dead so they did come back. And they all instantly knew what Hermione had done - sending Ron and Harry into serious depression.
"Harry?" came Ron's sleep filled voice.
Harry raised his newly scarred face and looked at Ron, who also bore marks from their latest mission.
Him, Ron, Remus and Bill had been sent to Greyback's lair to take out as many werewolves as possible. But something went wrong.
Greyback had known they were coming and him and his pack - although in human form - had managed to cause a great deal of damage, and further damage to Bill and Remus, to their bodies.
"What is it, Ron?" Harry asked as his ginger friend made his way over to him. "Can't sleep?"
"Not really." He answered, slumping into the chair opposite the ebony haired young man. "Just keep thinking about her. And how she did it."
"How who did what?" Harry asked.
"Hermione. And how she...left."
"Ron." Harry snapped.
"But, Harry, don't you ever wonder?"
"No! I don't! All I know is that the woman I love is gone. And it's partly my fault."
"How is your fault?"
"Voldemort made me tell him where Hermione was."
"Yeah, 'made' being the active word."
"Still. One of my best friends died because of me. You have no idea how much it eats me up everyday. When I dream...All I see is her face."
"Blimey."
Harry chuckled sadly. "We'd best be off. Scouting the Scottish Mountains for Horcruxes tomorrow. Early start."
"Hope we get something more interesting than that as well."