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Forewords: You know, when you look at the planing state of the story. It looks easy enough to write. But when you start to write, you realised that even with the most detailed planning of how this story will unfold... It is still hard... (Maybe I Have 4 stories going on, and one of them is a Buffy/Harry Pairing, and the other is Harry/Fleur Pairing...). Confusing much? Yes, when it is not really the same characters and background...

Ps (I love writing, it help me clear my mind for all the annoying stories inside my head. )

A/N

And Thanks to your reviews (Will be in the end the chapter for not adding too much reading before the story)

There is a Bonus part added to this chapter... a clue if you like... (just interlude for later chapter)

Thanks to moodygirl16 for beta this chapter: moodygirl6

Undying Love

Chapter 2

The Girl with the Scar

Part I

Harry knew he was awake, but his lazy mind was keeping him from gaining control over his body. He had a wonderful dream, a dream about a dream come true.

Most of his life he had lived with his relatives, they were afraid of doing physically harm to him, since they always ending up having nightmares and sometimes even waking up in the wrong place. They did tend to try to ignore and starve him in any way possible. Yes, his relatives hated him, but he didn't really mind so long as they left him alone. Starving he could handle, beatings he could not..

He had dream about Hermione for as long as he could remember. As the mind of his started functioning probably, he tried to avoid opening his eyes. However, a feeling of a gentle soft hand touching his private area was sending a warm delighted feeling as a wave across every inch of his body.

Harry's curiosity had gotten the better of him as he opened his eyes. As his blurred vision changed he could see a small hand gently poking and measuring his length.

Harry concentrated on who the hand belonged to, hoping that the person would still think he was sleeping.

There she was, in all her glory. The girl he had dreamed about every night since he could remember. She was sitting in Indian-style. Her body was what he expected of any 11-12 year old. The girl was skinny but not in a bad way. Her undeveloped breasts, with her pinkie brown nipples capturing his attention. There wasn't much to look at, but it was more than enough from him.

Her face kept changing from calculating to pouting and back again, while she was, she was biting the lower lip. It was so cute, yet so beautiful, that he couldn't help but smile at the image she made in his mind.

Surprisingly she bent down and kissed the tip of his length, before closing eyes and licking her lips. A single nod was followed by a smile which made Harry believe that the girl had come to satisfying conclusion.

"Hermione what are you doing?" Harry asked, his face a bright shade red, but he loved the feel of the attention; the girl in front of him was giving.

Her face changed to a full smile. "I'm trying to figure out how your little Harry works." she said and winked at him, as her right hand moved and started to play with his length.

"Oh" Harry replied with his mouth open before he shrugged it off. Hermione's face returned to the calculating look, he had started to like, while her hand was absently playing with his length. Harry's mind wandered to people with bad habits. The idea of Hermione having the habit of playing absently with his member crossed his mind, and if he was truthful with himself he loved the idea of her doing just that.

Hermione was now looking at him as if something was annoying her. "I always dream about you with glasses and a lightning scar..." She said out of the blue as she closely examined his face.

Harry replied with a grin set firmly on his face. "Well I don't know about the glasses, but I do have a scar. Most of it has faded away now. However, you can still see it if you look closely." He replied and Hermione leaned in closer and with her hand, she gently brushed some of his hair away from his forehead. She nodded and smiled in relief.

"Well, I was just curious." She said blushing, but her eyes were focusing on something on his chest. She moved her right hand and started to trail her fingers to the middle of his chest. Harry could feel her 'drawing', a triangle, and then a circle and then a line.

Her eyes widened and he could see that she was fully in awe of what she had found. Harry didn't really have any idea of what. Nevertheless, something had changed her mood as she moved the hand, the one used to draw the symbol on his chest, toward her own. "Us..." She whispered, but before he could ask her.

"Harry, don't you think it's a little weird?" Hermione asked out of the blue and it turned his mind and concentration toward the girl's question.

"What's weird?" He half panicked, fearing that there was something wrong with him.

"That we just met and we end up having sex?" She answered with a tone full of worry and fear.

"Yes, but I can't help it, I'm loving it..." He trailed off, while his logical mind told him that this was unusual, the other part of the mind was telling him it was the right thing to do.

"Do you regret it?" Harry finally blurted out.

Hermione eyes widened. "No!" She said with an assuring voice. "I love it too, but some part of me, I guess just feared that this isn't real."

Harry had the same feeling. It couldn't be explained, it was like having emotions from some else but at the same time were his own.

He rose up and gently pulled her into his arms. Before he knew it, Hermione's legs were wrapped around him and she was sitting comfortably in his lap. Her hand was guiding his length into position; she slowly lowered herself down until he was fully sheathed inside of her. A moan escaped her mouth.

"Hermione?" He asked the young girl who was now moving her hips up and down and her moans and breathing getting louder and more laboured.

She was so wet and so warm, and due to her little playful handling while he was sleeping he was ready for round two. His body went into euphoria, as his seed erupted into her. Hermione moaned at the feeling he believed, but it took a few more thrust before she came hard and forcefully pushed herself down onto him.

"Ahhh" She screamed. Hermione was panting heavily as Harry was looking questioningly at her.

"What?" Hermione exclaimed scandalized. "Can't a girl shag her guy?" She asked with a pout before her face changed into a silly grin. She started to nip at his ears playfully.

Harry chuckled at the girls behaviour. "I was just going to give you a hug" He whispered into her ear. The feeling of her body shivering at his words made him smile as he tenderly kissed down her neck.

Hermione moved away from her playful nipping and kissing. Her hands grabbed his face as she looked into his eyes.

"Harry we need to do some research, there is something wrong..." She watched as hurt flashed in his eyes, and her facial expression changed from calculating to sad. Truth as it happens; Harry felt a little hurt by the possibility that there could be something wrong with them. Even if it could be very true.

"Harry, I love doing it, I love you, I love having little Harry inside me. I love having your warm seed in me. I even love the taste of it!" Hermione exclaimed loudly, her voice was full of fear. Fear of losing him. "Please Harry; I just fear that this is not real... I need to know... Please" She said with a pleadingly tone to her voice.

Harry nodded in understanding before Hermione could say anything; he pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. In the back of his mind he did wonder how she knew how to kiss. As he pondered the reason more, she was wondering the same thing about him.

Before he could think any more, with that train of thought, her tongue asked for entrance, as Harry gave her access, everything was forgotten as their minds and bodies returned to another round love making.

1 Hour later...

They were resting and had both their respective school uniforms on.

Harry was leaning his back against the corner of the seat, while Hermione's head was resting on his lap. His hands were gently brushing over her long brown mane. His eyes stared in disbelief towards where one of her hands was travelling; he couldn't believe his eyes, as it was under his pants, grabbing his length once again.

This should have sent a warning towards his mind, that something might be wrong. However, he shrugged it away and believed it was Hermione's unique playful character. But the pressure from her head and the subconscious playful handling, add to that the previous bouts of sex. He desperately needed to go to the loo soon.

He gently moved her hand away from his pants. It was with protest, but as Hermione was sleeping he knew that it was her subconscious mind. He never had known how someone could love him, or was as addicted to him as Hermione. As he tried to move away, he was shocked by her arms around him as she snuggled closer.

"Hermione?" He whispered with a sigh, he didn't want to wake her up, but it was impossible to leave without doing so.

Hermione growled at him. "Stay!" She ordered before she moved and started to unbutton his pants. However, due to his shock her words had produced within, he couldn't protest, as she had already put his member into her mouth and started to suck and soon after fall to sleep.

"Hermione, I really need to go to the loo" He whispered, but a mumble and a soft moan told him that she hadn't heard him.

"Hermione I need to go to the loo" He tried again. This time Hermione moved away from him. A cute small smile was on her lips. Before she rose and kissed him on to corner of his mouth.

"Come back quickly." She winked at him.

Harry shook his head as he laughed before kissing her forehead. "You know, I love your absent mindedness" He said as he rose up. Buttoning up his pants again and with a wave of his hand he removed the spells cast on the door.

He looked toward the signs indicating which way the loo was.

After reading the sign he moved to the left from the compartment and toward the door.

It was occupied, so he waited patiently for his turn. His mind raced toward Hermione. Everything about her love, his love was so great that it was painful to think of a life without her. Even the thought of them apart was hurting him.

His train of thought was soon interrupted by the door opened. A girl stepped outside. She had dark raven hair, with gorgeous emerald eyes. A small and cute little nose on her beautiful face. Her facial expression send a warning to his mind, alerting his senses.

Harry looked closely at her. She was skinny for her age, way too skinny. If he should compare her with Hermione, this girl was fragile. Her neck was thin and her hands and finger was to say the last bony. Her long lovely wavy raven hair hung to her shoulder, with her widow's peak, some of the hair covered most of the left side of her forehead.

In the back of his mind, he could tell that the girl would be beautiful later on, but she was barely made of skin and bone.

"Are you okay?" Was the first thing coming out of his mouth. However, he already regretted it as she looked down. Her hands moved up hiding them from view. She was in shame.

"Hey, sorry...I-"

"Its okay, my relatives says I can't eat much it's a sickness I have" The girl said interrupted as she knew what was on his mind.

"I didn't mean.. it" He managed to stutter...

"They say I have anorexia, but don't worry i didn't throw up..." The girl replied, she didn't want to have any eye contact with him, he could tell.

An unnerving silent passed between them, until she turned around and started to move.

"Wait" Harry called out and placed his right hand on her left shoulder. As his hand touched the girl shoulder, he could feel her clothes and that was it. He could only feel her shoulder bone and clothes between!

She turned around to face him with her head still looking down towards the floor. His hand was still on the girl shoulder.

"My name is Harry Potter" He said with smile on his face, trying to sound as caring and loving as possible. The girl lifted her head up; he could clearly see the blush on her face.

"Mine is Rose Pevans" She said before nervously looking down again.

He gambled and moved his right hand under her jaw, gently lifting her face up. Her eyes sparkled as they finally locked with his. How long they stared at each other he didn't know.

"I.. I need to go." She suddenly stammered. Blushing he removed his hand, not fast but slowly away.

"Come and sit with me in my compartment" He said, he really wanted to know this girl, and he could feel a connection to her. Not knowing what kind, it was only logical to know by socialising with the girl.

"Really?" She blurted out; before she blushed, with a wave of her hand she brushed some of her hair away. Harry thought he saw the lightning bolt scar on the girl's forehead. But the girl seemed not to see it as she was looking down toward her nervously fumbling hands.

"I mean, yes I'd like to..." She said, "but I need to get Hedwig first"

Harry nodded, "Okay I need to visit the loo first. Meet me here okay?" Harry replied with a grin, she nodded excitedly before rushing away.

Harry shook his head and used the loo.

As he came out, she was already waiting outside holding the carrier of a beautiful white owl.

"Let me hold it for you" He pointed at the cage; the girl looked toward the cage. However, it seemed as the owl squeaked then nodded toward the girl. A giggling sound escaped from Rose before she handed the cage to him.

"She likes you" Rose said.

With that, Harry grabbed the hand of the young girl, and lead her to his and Hermione's compartment.

Part I end

Part II

The eleven soon to be twelve year old bushy haired girl also known Hermione Granger, was full of anger. She was waiting patiently for Harry to come back, but when he did, he had a girl with him.

'A girl!' Her mind screamed. It was not the animated conversations that Harry and the girl named Rose had in the compartment, nor the girl continually blushing like a love-sick little girl whenever she looked into Harry's eyes. It was understandable to get lost into his green eyes after all...

What the real problem was, that it seemed they had a kind of deep understanding for each other. That left Hermione in a state of fear. Her love for Harry was so much that she couldn't comprehend the deep feeling coming from her core. Seeing a girl so deeply connected to Harry was the last thing she wanted.

Harry was everything to her, and now a girl, who seemed to connect on a deeper level of understanding was there talking with him, while she wandered the hallway.

Hermione stopped and took a deep breath. She knew she shouldn't had left in the first place, but it felt so right to leave the two alone. Her mind wandered to the possibility of them having sex, but the thoughts were pushed away as quickly as possible. However, the damage was already done.

She slammed her fist against the nearest wall.

"Damn it... damn it!" She hissed in anger. Everything in her body screamed that she needed to get back to the compartment. It was telling her to go back, but images of them kissing behind her back, while laughing at some lame jokes had her routed to the spot.

Hexing or mistreating the girl was not even an option, not without ruining her budding relationship with Harry. Their relationship? The words echoed in her mind. They hadn't really talked about it, had they?

As her mind wandered off in a thousand different directions, a door opened up to reveal a red haired boy.

"Did you knock?" He asked annoyed.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, tilting her head to the side out of curiosity before a smile reached her lips. She was smiling smugly. There was an emotion building up from the sight of the boy. It was full of passion, maybe revenge? The kind of revenge that was building up in her core, she didn't know.

She looked smugly either way down the hallway to check no one in sight. With the hallway empty she pushed the boy into his compartment before stepping in after him.

"Hey... What are you doing?" The boy screamed in anger. Hermione could only smile evilly at him. He gulped and stepped back, but not in time to avoid being pushed down the seat.

Hermione then removed her cloak and robes, leaving her with only her skirt and school blouse on. She moved slowly towards the shocked boy lying on the seats, who was watching every bit of her movements with his beady eyes.

She crawled on top of the boy before straddling his stomach with her legs. Before he even could protest, she had silenced him with a charm and afterwards turned and cast a locking charm towards the door.

The boy started to struggle, but with a binding charm he was pinned to the seat.

"This is your fault!" She accused as she leaned her head towards him. "Maybe I'm insane, maybe I'm not... but I have a feeling that you're holding my love back. You are the reason he never looked at me" Every bit of her frustrations were pushed forward. Her pain and suffering was because of him. Rose had told Harry and her about a red haired boy, annoying the said Rose so she left, only to end in their compartment.

So it was his fault, but there was something deeper behind her actions, she could feel, taste it. Comparing to her feelings toward Harry, her feelings toward this boy were pure hatred.

She moved her right hand towards his forehead. Pushing her magic towards her hand, burning him... it was all illusion, a trick of the mind.

Tears were trailing down from his eyes. His mouth open to scream but no sound came out.

A wave of her hand the compartment was silenced to the outside world.

"Sssshh... It's okay baby." Hermione said to him like a mother talking to her child. "I'm going to remove the silencing charm from you, promise me you're not going to scream?" She asked with a sickly sweet caring voice. He nodded slowly and she smiled. A wave with her left hand and the charm was gone.

There was brief moment of silence, but as the boy could hear his own breathing. "Help, please help! I-"

Slam!

She slapped him, before leaning towards him, close to his mouth. "You promised me...tsk tsk..." she whispered to the now crying boy.

"Scream for me baby" As the last word escaped her mouth, her finger dogged under the skin of his forehead. The scream was arousing her. It was like she had waited for the scream for eternity. A feeling of satisfaction rushed through her body. "Yes, scream!" She hissed as her smile grew wider.

Slowly she started to pull his skin away little by little with her hand. The blood escaped and trailed down all over his face, colouring his already red hair, but as she started, the boy stopped screaming and blacked out.

Hermione pouted cutely before she moved away from the boy. Irritated that he couldn't last longer, she moved her left hand towards his forehead. Her magic rushed towards the boy and started to heal, gently but slowly.

She blurred herself in his memories so that it would look like he had a nightmare. It was something she had done countless times in her primary school. While the difference was that she never hurt anyone as much as she had hurt this stranger. With another wave of her hand, the blood vanished.

The boy, who was now healed and lying on the seat without binding charms, she had a feeling that she knew, but by just a glance toward him, she had a feeling deep within her core that this boy had betrayed her and Harry and caused them so much pain, that she couldn't bring herself to care about the damage she had inflicted on this boy.

His promise to not scream enhanced her feeling of him betrayal towards Harry, what kind of betrayal she didn't know, just that the feeling was there.

She wanted oh so much to hurt this boy. It was like he had taken something away from her, something important, a feeling of lost time with Harry because of this boy.

As her thoughts wandered towards Harry she felt shame. She had straddled another boy with her legs, just to end up torturing said boy till he had lost his conscious. With a few waves of her hand, she removed every charm placed on the compartment.

As she stepped out of the compartment, she took one last glance towards the boy lying on the compartment seats. Everything felt so right to her. She loved the feeling of being in control and the satisfying feeling of harming the boy. Even her thoughts of killing him was pushed away, not that she didn't want to. It was more like toward and easy escape for the boy. Yes, he needed to know the meaning of pain. She needed him to scream as she wanted to pierce his body with her hand, only to take his heart out.

The thoughts alone made her smile happily. The only thing that stopped her now was the thoughts of Harry. With a shrug, Hermione moved towards her compartment.

She reached the compartment shortly. To her shock, Rose was sitting alone and Harry was gone.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, trying to be as polite as possible, but the unfriendly tone gave away her feelings towards the girl. The girl winced and avoided eye contact with her.

"A blonde boy came, with two other boys asking me for friendship. He then warned me after I didn't shake his hand..." Rose whispered her eyes were looking towards the landscape rushing pass them as the train moved.

"Harry asked me to stay here and wait for you..." Rose said, but Hermione could clearly hear the fear in the girls' voice. Yes, Rose feared her.

"I am sorry, but you see... Since I was told about this world...Everyone had been staring at me." Rose voiced changed to make Hermione hear the sadness she was feeling. "Harry was the first... and you after, who doesn't know who I am..."

Hermione left eyebrow rose, before she crossed her arms with a look of 'you better explain'.

"You see, I am Rose Lillian Pevans..." She said her eyes were looking at her to see any signs of recognition from Hermione's eyes. With no signs of recognition she continued, "The girl who lived?" She added with tone of sarcasm.

Hermione face grimaced. In the back of her mind, she knew that it was not right. Shouldn't Harry be the boy-who-lived? Yes, that sounded more correct, her mind told her.

The girl who lived? It was insane, it was off the charts.

"Hermione?" She was interrupted by Harry's voice, before she could turn around to face him, his around snaked around her waist and pulled her back towards him.

His arms were loosely around her, so she turned around to face him. She moved her arms around his neck only to pull his face toward her. Their lips touched in a quick peck.

"Hermione?" His tone was playful. Realising that Rose was behind her, she pushed the thoughts of snogging him senseless away.

As the train arrived at Hogsmeade, they had talked about mostly about Harry's cryptic retelling of his encounter with Draco Malfoy, and she added her encounter with the red haired boy, who Rose told them was Ron Weasley.

Her cryptic message, however, was received badly by Harry. There was jealously and hurt in his eyes. Hermione didn't want to tell him about her torturing the boy, for the fear of Harry's reaction.

Harry had avoided her since her retelling of meeting Ron. It was only the helpful nature of Rose that she was even sitting in their boat. She and Rose were sitting beside each other, while Harry and a black-brown haired boy were sitting in front of the boat.

She was in a dilemma of telling the one she loved that she had tortured a boy on the train, she felt that if she told him she would lose everything.

Harry was glaring at the red head in the other boat.

Right now she wished she could rest her head on Harry's shoulder. But his hurt eyes looking at her was painful for her.

It was like she had done something he didn't like. Hermione even wondered if he knew that she had tortured the boy. It was really the only possibility for the hurt and betrayed expression he gave her.

But she couldn't tell him... could she? How would she even explain her actions?

"Harry?" She said, her voice was sad but with a hint of hope.

Harry sighed, he turned around to face her, "Hermione, nothing is stopping you, I just wish that." He shook his head, "just remember what I said is true."

Hermione stared blankly toward Harry. Did he know about what she had done? "Harry I can explain." Hermione blurted out desperately.

"Don't play with my feelings... please... I don't want to hear it, but if you want, I'll stop glaring at him." Harry said with a weak, hurtful, lost smile.

"I." She managed to say, but the shake of his head stopped her.

Never in her life had she felt so hurt. She was ready to cry. Somehow she knew that it was all that Ron Weasley's fault. Why the heck did she want to torture him anyway? No, she couldn't even think straight. It was Harry's hurt and betrayed expression toward her. It was his face that kept interrupting every ideas of her chaotic mind.

She was lost in her own train of thoughts...

"Granger, Hermione!" A voice called out, but for the last thirty minutes, Hermione's mind wandered out of her body. Inertly she wanted to die.

"Hermione Granger?" the voice kept yelling, but she didn't care, it was not Harry's voice.

"Hermione it's your turn". Hermione blinked and looked up, there he was, Harry was standing in front of her. He nodded towards the stool with a stern looking lady behind holding a Hat.

"Oh" she said as she walked toward the stool. First now, realised how far her mind was gone. Even so, She was not even embarrassed by her actions. Harry's voice was caring and it gave her hope. Maybe she should just tell him about it.

She sat on the stool and her face turned towards Harry, he was looking back at her. Even with the pained expression on his face, she was still lost in his gorgeous emerald eyes.

"Young Lady, will you please play attention to me?" A voice echoed in her mind.

"Who are you?" She asked in warning tone.

"Don't worry dear, I am the Sorting Hat, now where to put you?" The Hat said amused.

Hermione didn't care where she was placed, as long she was with Harry, but that was impossible to know. She was after all being sorted before him.

"A mind of its own, but yet not... I see a part of your mind is blocked away, some memories will be lost some will return." Hermione wondered if the hat liked to talk with itself.

"No I don't, my dear... Well look at this, so old and yet so young."

"Will you please stop talking in riddles?" Hermione whispered annoying.

The Hat chuckled in her head, "I wish I could unblock the memories so not all will be lost... But then I don't think your mind and body can survive."

"Stop!"

"Yes, back to the sorting, thanks for reminding me, but your head is fascinating." Hermione tried to glare at the hat, even it was on top of her head. The hat gulped playfully. "Well, welcome back to."

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Hat yelled the last word out and Hermione could only roll her eyes.

"Stupid annoying Hat" She muttered irritated as she moved toward the Gryffindor Table.

As she sat down, her mind wandered towards Harry. She really missed him, even if he was just standing a few feet away from her.

Not really hearing the names of people being sorted into the different houses until.

"P-Pevans. Rose?" Hermione blinked, it sounded like she was going to say 'P. Evans'. The great hall went silent as Rose's name was called out. The air hummed with curiosity and fear.

After a long wait the Hat called out "Gryffindor!" Rose walked towards the table. The applause from the table was loud, and clearly told the world how happy the Gryffindor's were.

Students everywhere at the table tried to make room. Hermione rolled her eyes at the star-stuck people. Rose had told them about her first encounter with the wizarding world. From the sound of it, she was nearly a goddess to them.

Her train of thoughts were interrupted by Rose sitting beside her. Hermione raised an eyebrow, but smiled assuring the girl. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the hungry look from males. The smug looks of lust and the ambitions of others, others who wanted to be associated with her.

The female population were more friendly and in awe. However, the look some gave her was full of jealously and disgust. 'They think I am competition for Rose's friendship' Hermione thought and wanted to bang her head on the table.

The Sorting continued, and when Harry's name came up. He walked towards the stool.

His face changed from curious to scared as the Hat was placed on his head. It was soon followed up with him turning towards her. "Gryffindor!" The Hat called.

Hermione's heart beat faster. He sent a pleased look her way.

Rose, who saw their locked eyes as Harry moved towards them, decided to make room between herself and Hermione.

"The Hat told me Hermione... I am SO stupid..." Harry whispered in shame.

That was it... she jumped towards him and embraced him. A feeling of relief was washing her doubts away. She didn't care about the world any more noe that Harry was in her arms.

As she was going to ask him what had changed his mind.

"Miss Granger, Mister Potter!" The lady behind the stool called, "Will you please wait till after the Sorting?" Both nodded and sat down with a huge smile on their faces. Rose could only look at them in amusement.

After the sorting, there was the feast. It had been summoned in front of them. They hadn't ever seen so much food.

"Hermione, I thought you and Ron did you know, what we did..." Harry said in shame. Hermione gave him a confused look, before she realised what Harry was implying.

"How could you think that?" She asked in a hurt tone, but it was not really hurting her. After all, it was kind of cute that he was insecure about how she felt towards him.

"So you don't care that I did what I did?" She asked hope tinting her words.

"Next time you have fun like that, invite me, but well I had a bit of fun like that with Malfoy..." He trailed off; it was like he was in deep thought. "The Hat can't tell anyone by the way, we are an exception to the rules, but He erhm said, that it was not really a good idea for the world if we hate each other because of some misunderstanding."

Hermione nodded at glanced toward the Hat. It looked like a normal hat, but as it could feel her stare it started to animate and winked at her.

Hermione nodded a 'thanks'. Maybe in the near future the Hat would help them. Looking towards Harry, she could tell that he was thinking the same.

Now that her mind was on back in track, she started to puzzle the cryptic messages from the Hat. As her mind calculated the possibilities and theories together, piece by piece, an owl flew in from the nearest open window near the staff table, with a letter attached to its left leg.

The letter was to the Headmaster, Hermione's curiosity made her capture everything about the Headmaster. The more he read the more the twinkle in his eye dimmer until his expression changed to a shocked one, it quickly changed to horror as he rose from the seat and whispered something to the stern looking lady.

With that the Headmaster rushed out the Great Hall, making quick time to his office.

End Part 2

Part III (Bonus part)

England Surrey Private Drive number 4. Dursley household.

In Dudley's first bedroom screams of pain could have woken the neighbours, but somehow it went ignored and every time someone wanted to go and check they had a strong desire to get home. It lasted for thirteen minutes before silence returned to the Surrey suburb.

Inside the room, were three naked people, one was overweight and to tell the truth looked like a whale. Another one could only be explained as a baby whale.

The third person was a skinny middle aged woman.

They were panting heavily as three of them had bruises and cuts. In some places their bodies were bleeding and the blood was trailing uncontrolled out of them colouring the floor.

In walked a hooded character in dark robe, with a wand in the right hand pointed at the Dursley's. "So, tell me again, why do you hate Harry so much?" A female voice came from the hooded figure. The tone of insanity and anger colouring the voice aimed towards the family lying on the floor in their own bodily fluids.

"We took him in, we have never harmed him!" The woman on the floor pleaded, but soon screamed as her skin started to remove itself from her body. "Arggh... stop please... I beg you..." She screamed in agony.

"Liar!" The voice yelled at the screaming woman. "I have read you mind, if it was not because of his accidental magic you would had beaten him... but instead you verbally abused him, accusing him of the smallest accidents... and what give you the right to starve him!" The hooded woman hissed out, anyone that could hear the tone of the woman could clearly understand that she cared for Harry.

Well, except for one Mr Vernon Dursley.

"He a freak just like Arggh..." He screamed as his nails were forcefully removed by magic before returned and then repeated. "You are the freak here!" The woman spitted out.

"And you!" She glared at the baby whale. He was whimpering and hugging his legs protectively to his body. Not that the woman minded or cared. "You are a bully, terrorising people just because you're fat! Beating Harry when no one are looking, because of you his magic developed at a young age. I should thank you...but" she added the last word with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, I am going to reward you..." She added mischievously.

The boy screamed as his body started to boil. "Burning the fat away... magic is so helpful!" The woman laughed as the boy began to spasm in pain. His scream was silent, since his throat was too dry to make a sound. Well for most people.

They could barely move. They were so much in pain and their energy was highly depleted. From all the damage and the healing, every cell in their bodies was trying to seek proteins, the only place the cells could get it from was the fat stored in their bodies. So their fat stores were soon depleted.

Petunia Dursley was not so lucky however, she was only skin and bones before the torture.

The hooded woman knew the risk. She could not take their lives right now, not before she had visited another place.

"You said he is a freak. Let see how you see yourselves after this..." The woman chuckled as she moved out of the room

Making a few sandwiches shared equally on three plates, before levitating the plates behind her as she moved from the kitchen back to the bedroom.

With a few drops from a vial, she opened the door and entered.

Putting the plate in the room, she levitated Vernon and Petunia out, gently laying Petunia in the room nearby before moving to the master bedroom and lying Vernon there.

In all three rooms she left a plate of sandwiches.

With a few wave of her wand, she placed a memory charm that took her out of their memories. What she wanted to do was not something she really wanted, but they needed to see themselves as the freaks they are. The torture she had subjected them to, was only to satisfy her anger. Now came the humiliating part.

She transformed a chair into a huge dog, while it was not a real dog it would have the desired effect needed for her plan to function properly. As the hooded woman reached the room where Petunia was lying, she placed to dog in the room.

"Why are you doing this?" Petunia asked weakly as she lifted her head. She was weak and hungry, not that it bothered the woman behind the hood.

The woman chuckled and removed her hood. Petunia eyes widened in recognition. "But you are dead!" She screamed pointedly, but it was weak and the accusation was lost due to her looking so pathetic

"Not anymore." The woman answered with an expression full of hatred. She pointed towards the plate with sandwiches and the dog.

"You want me to fight a dog to get something to eat? How sick can you be?" Petunia asked, but added, "What happened to you?" The woman doubted for a moment her actions were sincere, she soon shrugged the comment off as if no one had spoken.

"No, the dog will not eat your sandwiches... and to how sick, I am a freak. Right? That will also explain what had happened to me..." She replied cheekily.

Petunia looked towards the sandwiches with hungry eyes. There were five sandwiches big enough to last for a day at least. If she just could get her muscles to listen to her brain. Even with the lack of energy, she clearly had gathered enough strength for talking. It was an achievement that was clearly being respected by the woman with the wand. As Petunia had been screaming non-stop not moments ago.

She shouldn't even have been able to talk, nor think clearly.

"Could I at least have some clothes" Petunia asked hopefully, but her voice was weak and still full of fear and pain.

"No, then you never learn how it feels to be humiliated" The woman replied curtly, amused over the lack of hatred Petunia was displaying.

She walked to the door, stopped then tilted her head towards the still form of Petunia. "The sandwiches have energy potions... and lust potions..." The woman said cheekily before winked at the dog.

"No!" was the last thing that escaped her mouth, but as soon as the words left her lips a wand was pointed at her forehead.

"Obliviate" The woman said as she shucked her hood back over her head. She didn't want anyone to know that she had returned. Well, not yet anyway.

Now, she needed to see another family. With a loud crack she disappeared only to end a few miles away from Surrey. She looked at the area, it was heavily warded, but she could also sense the blood wards in the area somewhere behind the huge ward that could reach two to three miles across.

Her hand reached out and she could feel the magic, the wards. A feeling of touching a warm jelly wall reached her mind. As she tried to push herself through. It was a good thinking on her part, to not to just rush in. The ward would have sent her flying and she probably would have ended up wounded.

As she pushed herself through the invisible wall, she panted heavily. This was a huge 'notice me not' ward. She knew and could feel it. There were more layers of wards in the place. It was confusing to her. Like a labyrinth full of wards.

"Where are your guardians Rose..." She whispered to her self, as he eyes captured and calculating the magic around her. The blood ward was there, but other layers of wards were confusing her.

"You will not find her" A grandfather voiced interrupted her train of thoughts, but instead of shock and fear. She smiled and turned around to face Albus Dumbledore.

"Hello old man..." She greeted the ancient man with a nod.

"Your Master will never find her" Albus said with his grandfather tone.

"I am my own master old man". She replied casually as she turned her back towards him and started looking through the layers of wards again.

"Blood wards. Tut tut old man, didn't know that you going so deep to use blood magic..." She said, more to her own amusement than anything else.

"It wasn't for the greater good. A child must be safe after all. Please come back to the light." The woman chuckled heartily at his request.

"The world is not in black and white as you see it, old man. It is more of the actions of the person that decide what is light and dark..." She said and turned to face the man again. "You don't even know who I am" She pointed out before giggled in a sickening way.

"You old man." She pointed at him and then gestured to everything around them. "Are an evil bastard, Sure the girl is safe, but you have no idea what is going inside the house do you?" She paused and waiting for his reply, but none came.

"With the newly gained information, regarding Harry and Rose, I dare say you knew everything. But that sick mind of yours, fouled with your old age, it has come to my attention, that the world will be a better place without you. As much as it will be without Voldemort" There was a note of seriousness in her voice as if daring him to lift his wand against her.

"Compare me with the Dark Lord and pray tell how have you come to that conclusion child?" Albus asked his tone had changed to something else, something the woman couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Easy old man, when I find out the full extent of the abuse Rose received from that house. You will be the first I visit" She warned the man. She knew that Albus was powerful, but she didn't really care.

The sound of few pops around her told her everything. Reinforcements.

"It seems your hospitality reached it limits old man, but I'll be back make no mistakes, you can't protect this house forever." She said before she was faded from view.

"Albus?" A hooded man came from the shadows. "Was that the Dark Lord?"

"No my friend, it was a woman, who... I don't know." Albus replied, he sounded as he had aged 20 years in the past few minutes having talked to the woman.

"One of You-Know-Who's inner circle?" Another one came from the shadows, with their wand pointed towards the spot where the hooded woman had been.

"I don't know, but I dear say she is powerful. To even get past the first ward and stopped to analyse the second. If I hadn't arrived when I did, she would have reached the house." Albus said and avoided mentioning the Blood Wards.

"What are we going to do?" The man asked curious.

"We need to double the guards so we can stop any more intruders before they have the chance of reaching the houses last defences." He paused as he remembered something. "Where is Mundungus? It was he who summoned me."

"We found him magically exhausted Albus. It looked like he had been mentally attacked too, but that was hours ago." The man replied sceptically. He knew it was impossible and stupid to send an owl if the ward was under attack.

"Hmm, then we had been played my old friend." Albus sighed.

The woman materialised in front of the Hogwarts wards. She let her hand reach out towards the wards and touched it. Nothing stopped her. A smile reached her lips as she entered. It had been easier than she anticipated. The hard ones would the wards protecting the castles entrance. It will tell the Headmaster if any intruder got past the castle walls. Now that the Headmaster was gone, she could enter and deactivate the alarm without his knowledge.

She disillusioned herself as she started to walk toward the castle.

When she finally had reached the castle and entered. The Great Hall bewitched ceiling formed a storm. It was telling anyone in the castle that there was an intruder, but as no one was in the Great Hall, the only sounds that could be heard was the rumbling of thunder.

She pointed her wand up and a beam of light flew from her wand toward the stormy ceiling. Turning the storm toward a clear night sky, deactivating the alarm system making it easy for her to come and go as she pleased.

If she was lucky, the staff would think the thunder was some prank by some of the older students trying to scare the new students, with a smile on her face, she left the Great Hall.

The woman under the hood walked toward the Gryffindor tower under her disillusionment charm seen by no one and heard by no one.

She needed to see them.

She needed to see into their minds...

Part III end

End of Chapter 2

A/N)

Hope you guys liked this chapter, everything in this story I never really had done before.. smut and torture...

The bonus part are just a little story in the story... even if the story are Harry/Hermione centred... And some might ask why I added 2 OC s .. but I only added Rose :)... the other one.. will be a secret for now, but differently not a OC maybe way off.. but not OC...

Yes, I didn't really wanted to go into detail yet with a suffering and torture... but it will come later... (what to see evil, I show you evil)

Reviews to Reviewers:

Thanks to: pawsrule - Saberwulf - Riotstarter1214 - sallymae53 - dbzgtfan2004 - topdog19 - Sciber Dude - badkidoh - lycus - coolcatwu and a person with no name?

Pawsrule – Thanks, well It will be Harry/Hermione – as the main pairing, they will have some up and down. As does any relationships.

Saberwulf : If I decide to have a dark or just evil Hermione/Harry? - Well if it a evil Harry, I will twist this story so evil that, It will reach MA... Just imagination any kind of evil act... then say the chance of them doing it are rather big... That why the /Horror...

Riotstarter1214 – Nop in Griffindor... Sorry but I had a problem decide where to put them, Slytherin was an option.. but it will be more fun in Griffindor...

sallymae53 – A+ with a gold start? Well thanks.. hopeful it about the smut part of the story... (It's not a pointless Smut... there actually a plot in this story, that aren't smut...)

dbzgtfan2004 – While I do agree with Harry/Hermione – I do like other pairing too, but yes, this is a Harry/Hermione fic :)

topdog19 – I love it too :D smut... evil act... smut, evil act – and some action - :)

Sciber Dude – Yes, I will update when I can :)

badkidoh – That's is pretty much what Harry and Hermione are going to do... Talking about why and how :)

lycus – I will keep writing so long I have free time... I have always wondering about what will happen if Harry turned evil. Not grey dark... but trully evil...

coolcatwu – Evil but good Harry? - like anti-hero kind of characters? Maybe... hmm..

See ya next time...