DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
Chapter 17
Tom was released from the Hospital Wing only an hour after his wife was taken from him. He turned to corner to the corridor in which his room opened out on but saw Lucius and a pair of jabbering Seers. "Lucius!" Tom called, making the blonde look over and his eyes widen in fear. He rushed towards his Master.
"Milord, we weren't expecting you so soon. You should rest."
"Do not presume to give me orders, Lucius." Tom bit back coldly. "Where's Hermione?"
"Milord...an hour ago, when you were recovering...4 men and a woman snuck into Hermione's room. The 2 guards were taken out within a minute and Hermione...Hermione was taken."
Tom didn't say anything for a minute. "Are you saying my wife's gone?"
"Yes, milord, I am." Lucius said quietly.
"Who were the guards?" Tom asked, beginning to walk to his room.
"Carter and Trike."
"Where are they?"
"Being healed by the mediwitch in your room."
"Have you begun looking for her?"
"We sent search parties into the grounds and skies 40 minutes ago."
"Good. Have you got anyone investigating the room?"
"Yes, our 2 best Seers."
"Have they found anything?"
"They're babbling. We can't tell. Apparently 'the aura in the room is very strong and they are having trouble determining its message'." Lucius said, disbelievingly.
They arrived at the room and entered. The 2 Seers were walking around, hands raised as if examining things. "Have you found anything?" Tom demanded, making their heads snap upwards.
"The aura is pulsing. We are trying to make sense of it but it is strong." Said the first woman.
"Just tell me if you know who took Hermione or where they took her." he snapped, getting increasingly impatient as the minutes passed.
"4 men and a woman. The woman is somehow connected to Lucius Malfoy - a weak link but the link is still there. A man...a man is a werewolf. The convict. The boy to whom you are alike. And another." The second said quietly but clearly.
"Werewolf? Convict?"
"A woman to whom I am linked?"
"Merlin, if Hermione were here she'd know."
"She was happy to go with them." The one first blurted out, turning to the men.
"She...What?"
"She was confused at their presence and existence. But she went willingly."
"Who did she go with?"
"We've told you. The werewolf, the convict, the boy you are linked to, another boy and the woman Lucius bears a connection with."
"Get out." Tom snapped and they instantly ran from the room.
"Milord?"
"Potter. Potter, Lupin, Black, Weasley and Tonks took her. Now we just need to find out where."
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Hermione instantly calmed in Professor Dumbledore's presence and sat down quietly. Albus walked over to the table and sat opposite her. "I am sure you have questions, am I right, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Ah, you needn't call me 'Professor'. You are no longer a student at Hogwarts and neither am I your professor."
"Of course." She said quietly.
"Now, what is puzzling you?"
"Well, I saw people here murdered. How can they be here?"
"Well, as far as we can tell, the circumstance is similar to that of Lily Potter giving her life to save Harry. She loved him and by her death, he was kept alive. But in your circumstance, when you gave your life for all those you loved and lost, since they were dead, they were brought back. Fortunately for the cause of the Order, your magic was quite exceptional and when you brought them back, they are brought back for forever."
"You mean that because I killed myself, that means that you're immortal?"
"Well, not myself as I was alive when you gave your life. But Harry, Sirius, Kingsley, Arthur, Ron and Bill are now immortal. And that took a lot of magical energy."
"I'm sorry?"
"Did you not notice that for a few days when you were resurrected by Tom Riddle that you could not do magic? Not even the most basic of spells?"
"Yes, but what does that mean?"
"Bringing back all those people drained your magic supply."
"So for a few days, I was like a Muggle?"
"Yes. But after rest and - I don't imagine - relaxation, you were able to do spells again."
"Right. But what does this all mean?"
"It means, my dear, that you have aided our cause in so many ways that no one could ever have imagined. And we thank you. Now, moving onto a different subject, are you willing to be sent to the safe house in between Penhors and Plovan?"
"No. I want to stay here."
"Hermione, I will not try to change your mind but I will advise you that it would be better if you went. For your own safety."
"That hasn't changed my mind. I want to stay."
"Very well. Harry, would you be so kind as to show Hermione to her room?" he asked with a commanding undertone.
"Of course. Mione?"
"Sure." She answered, jumping up from the table a little too quickly and gained a few raised eyebrows.
"This way." Harry said, waiting for her to walk in front of him before following her.
They walked in awkward silence for a moment before Harry nervously asked how she's been. "Complicated question. Well, for the past 4 days, I was bound and gagged in an uncomfortable position in my room. Very little food and occasional bathroom breaks. I tried to stop Malfoy bringing Voldemort back but he found out and tied me to a chair whilst making me watch whilst he performed the ritual. A spirit tried to kill me but Tom offered himself in my place. My 'marriage' to Him has more or less become non-existent from my lack of willingness to participate."
"Wait - 'lack of willingness'? Hermione, did he rape you?"
"No. Luckily he hasn't tried to do that to me."
"Did he...try to seduce you in anyway?"
"No." she quickly lied. "I'm not that kind of girl, Harry."
"I know, I know." He assured. "I didn't mean to accuse you or anything."
"It's alright, I know you didn't. I'm just fragile lately."
"It's alright. We understand." They stopped walking and he gently lifted a hand to cup her cheek. She didn't know what but something about this position she was in with Harry scared her and she wanted to pull back from his slowly approaching face. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she pulled back and asked, "So, where's my room?"
"Um..." he began, pulling back and dropping his hand, "up the stairs, in the right corridor, 3rd door on the left."
"Got it. Thanks." She said and hurried off, leaving behind a sad and terribly aroused Harry.