The God Daughter

By Dog-Demon-Emiko

Chapter 13: Pain

"Yes Potter?" Umbridge cooed in her sickly sweet voice.

"I'm not feeling to well Professor, may I see the nurse?" he said polietly. He hoped that she wouldn't give him any bullshit and let him leave.

"Are you bleeding Potter?" She asked loud enough for the entire room to hear. 'No, but you will be if you don't let me go,' he thought darkly.

"No Professor, -"

"Then there's no need to bother the nurse now Potter. Resume your work, you have 10 minutes." And she continued reading the reports they turned in at the beggining of the class. Harry grounded his teeth together in effort to keep himself from saying anything. He has already had 6 detentions in the past month with Umbridge and he didn't know how much longer he could take that cursed black quill.

He was desperate to stay out of Umbridges class. The fact that his own sister was in the hands of the Dark Lord himself, and they haven't learned anything to defend themselves agianst him or his followers made him angry. He didn't get much sleep at night and found himself wandering on his own all the time. Ron and Herminone tried their best to help him but they just couldn't say anything to help him. Hermione tried her hardest to tell him things like 'I'm sure she's fine,' but Harry knew better. The two of them would always grow pale when Harry would begin on the subject. Hermione often cried when she thought of Kyras fate, and Ron had suddenly become overprotective of Ginny. Harry knew that they were only trying to help, but sometimes he wished he was on his own.

Often times his scar hurt, usually late at night. But it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Usually Harry could tell the difference between Voldemort being happy and angry, but then his scar hurt now it was different. The day Kyra was taken he felt hot the entire day, as if his scar heated his entire body, most of it curling in his loins. Harry Potter may be a virgin, but he was certinly not stupid. His sister was raped that night; and due to the fact that he feels the same sensation now and agian, she was being continuesly raped.

Harry stopped speaking to the staff, espceically the Order. McGonagall tried to start conversations with him before only to get blunt answers in return. She tried giving him extra attention in class and such, but it didn't matter. Even Snape was acting kindly to him by not talking to him at all, or suggesting what to put next into his potion. But Snape was either ignored or given a curt nodd if he was in a good mood.

"Professor," Harry called out. He had a dreadful feeling in his stomache. It was like a tsunami, when the water leaves to return full force. Everything from his stomache suddenly disappeared, making it feel empty, and he had a bad feeling that it would soon return.

"What is it Potter?" she snapped.

"I really need to see the nurse I feel I'm going to be sick." Umbrige rolled her eyes.

"You can wait until class is over Potter, end of story."

"But class dosn't end for anouther 30 minutes!" he argued.

"Wait Potter or don't go at all!" The pain became unbearable, and he held back a scream. It was almost like something was growing in his stomache was rapidly running out of room.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked.

"What's the matter, mate?" Ron whispered.

"Fuck her, I'm leaving," he growled. He stood with difficulty and had to put his hand on the desk to support himself. Hermione and Ron rushed to his aid.

"If the three of you don't sit down this instant you will all get a week's worth of detention!" Umbrige screamed. They ignored her and kept moving. As they rounded the corner Harry could no longer walk. The muscles in his abdomen and stomache became so tight it hurt to breathe. His scar began to burn, giving him a pounding headache. His ears were ringing and he was seeing spots. He could scarsely sense Hermione running for help, and Ron speaking to him.

He closed his eyes and suddenly, it all stopped. He took the time to breathe before opening them agian. He was standing in darkness, the only light was shining on something in the middle of the room. He had to squint to try and get the dots from his eyes but he was it was Kyra. There were dark robed figures standing around her, one next to her head, the other next to her legs. Around her stomache was a golden chain, and someone was standing next to her stomache, holding a Time Turner. He began to chant, and the small hourglass spun incrediously. Once agian, Harry felt the pain in his stomache. He forced himself to stay in the shadows as quielty as he could as Kyra screamed bloody murder. He could see that she was tied down by some kind of golden shackles, and that steadily her stomache was getting larger and larger with every spin of the hourglass.

They stopped agian, and then started agian. Harry couldn't breathe, and no one knew he was there. Kyras screams covering his groan of pain, and the only people in the room were the three wizards. They did it over and over agian, how many times, he lost count. But as soon as he got his breath back, he charged out of blind rage, catching all three of them off gaurd.

"Warn the Dark Lord-!" One of them tried to yell. Harry punched him square in the jaw, knocking to to the floor and then chased after the the one who tried to run. He was screaming something the entire way, Harry was to angry to know. Blood pumped in his ears as he slowly caught up with his prey. Suddenly swooshes of doors and cracks or apperation filled the narrow hall they were in. Harry was surrounded, and something in the back of his mind told him that that was a bad thing.

He didn't even think of reaching his wand before he felt like he was travling by portkey. The pulling behind his navel becoming rather painful before stopping. Instinct told him to run so that's what he did. He didn't remember being on the floor, only that he was surrounded by Death Eaters. Hands grabbed his shoulders and arms, pushing him and holding them.

"Harry! Harry!" People were calling him, he knew those voices. Hermione? He opened his eyes and stopped fighting. It took him a while to figure out that his eyes wern't covered in blood, but that he was in a scarlet oval office on the floor. Ron, Hermione, Snape, McGonagall, Umbridge, and Dumbledore were standing around him.

"Minerva, take Mr Weasly and Miss Granger to see Poppy. She can adminester a calming soulution to them both. Severus, Dolores, I shall handle things from here," Dumbledore said sternly. He gave Snape an extra look, who seemed to know exactly what his Headmaster meant, and escorted the nosey stout woman from the office.

Dumbledore went to help Harry to stand, but Harry refused the help. Out of all people he was angry at it was him the most. He has been seeing Dumbledore at breakfast everymorning, meaning that he hasn't been making an effort to find Kyra at all. And after what Harry just witnessed, he was beyond angry.

"Harry, sit."

"No." he said simply. He turned to look out the window, if he stared into those eyes any longer he just might attack them.

"Harry-"

"Do you have any idea of what I just saw? Kyra! At the mercy of some Death Eaters! They were doing something to her stomache! I felt it! I saw it!"

"What exactly were they doing?"

"How should I know! They had her tied down and using a time turner on her! What the hell have you been doing? I thought you were trying to find her!" he screamed.

"We are Harry but Voldemort is difficult to find. Did anyone see you?"

"Yea!-"

"Then that means Voldemort will be moving his operation because he's been found." Dumbledore reached into his desk to pull out a peice of parchment and a quill, begining to write something down. Harry, in a fit of rage, picked up the nearest object, which lookd like a porclein tea cup and chucked it as hard as e could at Dumbledore's desk. It cracked and shattered when it collided with the egde of his oak desk, making the Headmaster stop writing and look up.

"Did you forget that my sister is the victum here? You're more worried about catching Voldemort then getting to Kyra!" Dumbledore stared hard at Harry, not in a hating way, but in a way that made Harry feel as if he was being out of line. He didn't care though, as long as he had Dumbledore's attention.

"Harry, I care for Kyra as much as you do. Do you think I've gone a day without worrying for her well being?"

"You've got a lovely way of showing it! Prancing around here as if nothing is wrong!"

"Entering a state of raging depression isn't exactly the best way to show concern for her either Harry. I've lost many friends and even family members to Voldemort, but this is by far the worst thing he has done. I am angry too Harry, but I refuse to let it consume me." Harry was quiet for a moment as he stared into Dumbledores eyes. A little voice in the back of his head was telling him he was being selfish but he ignored it.

"I can feel it, everytime he touches her and takes pleasure from it," he said quietly. With empty eyes he stared out the window. He could see her beatiful face, smiling a full warm smile with her red hair swishing behind her. Her screams haunted his ears as he saw her face turn from happy to broken and fearful. It wasn't until he stopped breathing in his rage to realize that Dumbledore's hand was on his shoulder. He looked up into the old man's tear stained face and they both looked out the window together. That moment calmed Harry down enough to talk without screaming, but it did not make the pain subside. "It looked like they were enlarging her stomache or something. She was in so much pain..."

"It might have been the pain that brought you together. You seemed to have astral projected of some sort. A highly difficult feat which is why we brought you back."

"What were they doing to her?" Harry asked.

"It seems to me that they were speeding up the growth of the child. Voldemort is not a patient man. If they were using a time turner then there won't be any reason to worry for the child."

"What about Kyra?"

"It would have caused a lot of pain, but she won't be in any real danger. You see Harry, Kyra was destined to bear this child. Fighting destiny is something that is nearly impossible. Kyra has driven herself mad over it but came to a point where she has accepted. The cards are dealt, but now we have to play our hand. Now is the time to act Harry. Voldemort will not hurt Kyra as long as she is pregnant, he needs her. The fact that she is alive and well must satisfy us for now. As far as her being whole, that is up to her. We must have faith in her Harry, it is all we can do. But for now, I have the Halliwell sisters doing their part. Voldemort has creatures on his side, ones that live in the Dark Forest who are very capable of watching my every move, so I cannot be the one to act. But I will definetly take part as of now since you have caused Voldemort to move. He will not stay there because he has been found out, it is to risky. But he has made a mistake- he will move now, but Kyra is in no condition to move. Thus, he will be moving slowly."

"But what if he uses magic?"

"He can't, there is to big of a risk of hurting the child. A magical child does not get any type of powers until nine months of conception. If Kyra is two months pregnant then the time turner can only turn her about 6 months pregnant. We still have time which we must use to our advantage. As far as transpertation, a pregnant mother should refrain from disapperation. And it will take a powerful wizard to disapperate both Kyra and the child."

"So he'll move by foot then?" Harry asked, hope shining into his endless pit.

"I'm not sure if he will, but Kyra must. He's obviously got someone taking care of her since he knows nothing about children. That person should be smart enough to know that. Now, I will excuse you from classes from the rest of the day to avoid suspition and a lot of questions but I will ask that you take the time to rest and allow me to take care of Kyra." Harry nodded without looking at him, he couldn't promise that...

Kyra tossed and turned in her bed. The new size of her stomache was so uncomfortable she couldn't even sleep. Her skin had streach marks on it from the rapid growth, and she was getting short of breathe. The worst part was, Davis was gaurding her room and she couldn't even groan in peace. She didn't want anyone to know that Voldemort was getting to her head, not now, not ever.

It had been about an hour before someone knocked on the door. Wand out, Davis ripped open the door to find it was just another Death Eater.

"The Dark Lord wants her prepared for travel by tommorrow morning," said a dark slithering voice.

"Snape! What are you doing here! Your supposed to be watching the Potter boy!" Kyra's eyes snapped open at Davis's comment.

"That's not your concern. Have her ready tomorrow or that's your head Davis!" The door slammed, and Kyra winced. Davis began to bustle around the room, going though the closet and packing a few robes.

"You better rest up tonight bitch, we'e leaving on hippogriffs tomorrow, and I really don't like waiting for people." The door suddenly opened again, revealing the devil himself. Davis dropped to the floor in a deep bow.

"Leave us," he commanded icily. She scuttled out of the room quickly, closing the door behind her. Voldemort glided over to the bed where Kyra was still writhing in pain. She tried to stop, but every time she stopped to stay in one postition the pain grew. "This is a sight that I would kill to see," he whispered as he watched her suffer. His hand suddenly lashed out and clutched her throat, making her gag.

"You alerted your sweet brother, didn't you bitch?" he growled. With her breath already shortened, his hand around her throat made her barley able to breathe, let alone talk. She shook her head. "You dare lie to me?" he yelled, and released her thoat. He took his wand from his and pointed it at her. In her head she already heard him cry 'Crucio!', but he didn't. Instead he breathed heatedly, "Impervious!"

She felt suddenly light, as if she were floating in her own body. "You will do what I say, when I say it won't you?" he asked sickly. She felt her head nodd. "Good girl." She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes, sleeping.

This chapter has been sitting for a long time and I wanted to post it quickly. It dosn't explain all that it should but it's something.