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Rating: MA
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Harry screamed in anger and anguish as the Cruciatus curse vibrated throughout Hermione, her eyes had long since rolled to the back of her head as Voldemort stood. His smirk made Harry want to puke, but he was unable to as the statue that confined him was virtually unbreakable.
"Wormtail, lift the curse before she ends up like the Longbottoms," his sinister order rang throughout the entire graveyard as Hermione was taken off the curse. Her body sagged to the ground as she twitched violently because of the curses after affects. Cedric was motionless on the ground, but his eyes were flicking back and forth nervously. "My wand Wormtail," he called out as the fat lump nodded.
A wand was exchanged in between the two before he turned to Harry.
"If you would only persuade her than she wouldn't be in this pain, I know you can Potter. What use would that old fool have for a siren, hmm?", he asked as he strode forward to take Harry's chin into his pale hands. " How many lies has he fed into your brain? How many did you believe?", he said, piercing Harry's green eyes with his own red glare.
Hermione choked out an answer, "He never lied to us! Dumbledore wouldn't!" Harry wanted so bad to agree with her, but ever since he overheard Ron mumbling something about Dumbledore promising Hermione to him he just wasn't sure.
"Crucio," although it was barely a whisper in the wind, the curse had done its job. Harry could have sworn he heard a bone or two snap, he was hit once and it was like hell. Though, Hermione had been hit twice, but that in itself was outstanding. Cedric had also joined their little tortured trio as he was immediately disarmed and silenced before Crucioed and petrified.
"Stop it! You bastard! Can you only tortured teen and kill parents!?", he seethed out as Voldemort laughed. His bald head was tipped back as he chuckled halfheartedly, and his nose, or should he say lack of, flared as much as they could. Flicking his wand towards the statue he dropped Harry from his cage, the thing that kept him from running to his sister.
The exact moment his feet hit the ground, the Boy-Who-Lived took off towards Hermione, who's breath was shallow. Before he even got there a Crucio came his way, flaring pain all throughout the Gryffindor's body. The carved in Dark Mark on his right arm pulsed in pain as the spell was lifted and his wand was thrown his way.
All through this continuous pain and hate, the blue Tri-Wiz Cup lay innocently to the side.
"I believe you have been taught what a wizard's duel was, so how about a 'friendly' duel?", the Dark Lord suggested. His evil smirk made Harry detest him; then, helping himself up from the ground he held the phoenix cored wand tightly. A cloaked Death Eater pushed him forward and into the immediate vicinity of Voldemort. "Now assuming you know the rules, shall we begin?", not waiting for an answer he turned his back to Harry before counting off his steps.
"One." Harry turned as well and began to count off, expecting anything and everything.
"Two" He prepared himself for the soon-to-be battle for his life.
"Thre-" Spinning on his heel Harry cast a counter-curse at Voldemort, his Expelliarmus meeting the Avada Kedavra that was sent his way. His luck seemed to wane seeing as the red jet of light connected with the green one and a golden connection sparked out from the two. Harry broke it off quickly in fear of what it could cause and what it meant.
"Reducto!"he yelled as he swung his arm in the correct motions it took to produce the blasting charm. Grinning as it seemed to hit its target; then, screaming as he found it was reflected back to him. It didn't matter to Harry that he now had a gaping hole in his side, all that mattered was that this bastard had the audacity to try and hurt Hermione.
His once happy, carefree emerald eyes had darkened considerably; showing that he had no more forgiveness to give, and absolutely no mercy to show. A well aimed Diffindo to the arm had shone the Dark Lord he meant business. The curse had slashed a small cut into his arm, but it drew blood nonetheless and it enraged him.
"Avada Kedavra!", he roared in anger as Harry countered it again with Expelliarmus.
Harry paid him no mind as he cast the counter, all he was focused on was the siren and Hufflepuff off to his side. If he could get to them then he would Accio the cup back to them, providing that it would Portkey them back to Hogwarts. The large ring of Death Eaters were watching gleefully as Voldemort threw Killing Curse after Killing Curse, nearly hitting Harry on multiple occasions.
Harry knew he had to, it was necessary at this point, and its not like he could get in trouble.
Quickly using Episky on his wound, he looked to Hermione. Noting how her eyes had long lost focus as well as Cedric's, with a grin he yelled, "Crucio! Avada Kedavra! Diffindo!" All in rapid succession, hoping that at least one of them would hit true. Upon hearing him curse in pain Harry chuckled darkly, before sending off a new wave of curses for him to dodge or block.
"Furnunculus!"
The black robed man dodged it physically, just barely missing it by an inch.
"Crucio!"
Even though Voldemort was hit in the lower legs by the curse he showed no emotions of pain or suffering.
"Expulso!"
The tombstone that was directly behind the spot where Voldemort's head had been exploded into little pebbles along the ground. And with that he had had enough of Harry's offensive line.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The golden connection was back and in full force, it amazed the Death Eaters as the Golden sparks rained all over the graveyard. Suddenly the golden connection had released some souls of the poor people who were killed by this God awful man. Lily and James Potter stood next to Harry as he held onto the wand for dear life, and an unknown Muggle stood behind them as well.
"Just let go Harry," Lily whispered to her son as he looked up at her in awe.
"It's okay son, get to your sister," James ordered the look-a-like son with a somber smile.
"Mum, Dad," he whispered as they nodded happily.
"We'll give you only a moment but not a moment longer. You should not have to be reduced to use such lowly spells, and when you get back tell no one about the spells you used here," Lily said as she put a hand on her son's back. James's joining hers only second later. Harry nodded before breaking the connection violently, and throwing of Voldemort's concentration.
He sprinted to Hermione and Cedric as fast as he could while the ghosts were converging onto the newly risen Voldemort. A quick Accio to the Tri-Wizard cup and the three were gone.
~.~.~.
The roar of the horns and music that erupted from the stands of the Final Task blew his ear drums out. As he stumbled to the floor with Hermione and Cedric he heard the jubilant cries turn to shrieks of horror as Harry wept. His hands holding his side where his curse had rebounded onto, he shuffled his way to Hermione.
"Wake up! Please Hermione! Wake up, wake up, wakeup, wakeup, WAKE UP!", he bellowed in anguish as her chocolate brown eyes were staring into the sky. Cedric had stirred only momentarily before becoming unresponsive. Dumbledore and the other judges ran as fast as they could with Madame Pomfrey behind them, all gasping at the amount of damage done to these children.
The halo gone from Hermione's head as she was pried away from Harry's remaining arm, he screamed and begged for them to let her go. Though none would listen, but none had gone through the pain he had along with them. Amos Diggory and his wife had rushed from the stands to where Cedric lay, they were relieved to hear a heartbeat come from his battered body.
"Calm down Harry and tell me what happened," Dumbledore said softly, trying to get him calmed so he could answer.
"He's back," he cried out in agony as Madame Pomfrey used more complex healing charms on his wounds, or tried to but couldn't as Harry was fidgeting to much. Mad Eye watched from afar as the young boy trembled. "He's back and he tortured us! How come you interrogate me when we needed medical attention immediately!", he yelled. His eye darted everywhere at once, and Madame Pomfrey knew what was happening.
This exact case happened to one Frank and Alice Longbottom before they were admitted to Ward 49 in St. Mungo's, an extreme case of paranoia followed by insanity and then nothing. The last part is as if there is no brain activity but the patient responds only when hungry or they soil themselves.
"We need to get him to the Infirmary now!", she cried out to the judges and now Aurors came onto the scene. But alas the Headmaster wasn't listening, though Amelia Bones was.
"Why is that Madame?"
"This is exactly what happened in the Longbottom case, just after their long exposure to the Cruciatus curse! If we don't hurry now, he could go insane!", she explained as she tried to pull to now babbling boy to his feet, she nodded to a couple aurors and had them help Madame Pomfrey bring Cedric, Harry, and Hermione to the infirmary.
Where another two champions were being held, one veela and one mate to a siren. Imagine their surprise when the three were brought in carefully but quickly. Viktor had shot out of his bed before his concussion had him on the floor, clutching his head in pain. "Please get back in bed Mr. Krum, then after I treat them you can see her," Madame Pomfrey said as she bustled around looking for calming draughts and pepper up potions.
She had Amelia force two down Harry's throat before giving him a pepper up potion to get him into better moods and temperatures. Then he nearly choked on a sleeping draught, before he got peace. The same was administered to Cedric Diggory as he had woken up on the way there, though he was in slightly better conditions.
Hermione was a different story.
She received many Crucios during her stay in the graveyard and no one knew how to react, all they could do was give her a blood-replenishing potion and hope for the best. Mending the broken bones in her body the best she could Amelia knew that this young witch had been robbed of her sanity. There was no way she could stay sane after all she's been through.
It was impossible.
"Hermi-own-ninny," Viktor whispered as he watched the DMLE mend the siren's bones as the Healer bandaged her head. He could see the last of the purple and blue on her cheeks be hidden by the rapidly turning red fabric. Her beautiful tattoos were hiding under yellow pastes and salves before they to got bandaged.
He thought he seen a lot of shit, it was nothing compared to what his love saw.
Viktor remembered what had happened to him, it was like he was trapped within his own body as it walked and talked by itself. It was like he was no longer him, and that was only because of the curse he was put under. It was like a drug that wiped him of all control.
It was the Imperio.
He remembered beating down Fleur, even though he begged his mind not to. He remembered that he was about to use the Cruciatus on Harry and Cedric before they stunned him. He vaguely remembered getting saved from the hellish maze by Asen and a team of Durmstrang students. Although they saved him and Fleur, he was brought into the castle and then left alone. Only after being told that they couldn't find Hermione when he asked where she was.
"Comrade, it vas so veird. One second she vas in stands, then the other G-zho Longbottom and her grandson were screaming for Hermi-own-ninny. Ve tried to look for but she vas not found," Asen explained before he left Viktor alone in the room with a sleeping Veela. And here he was, staring at his mate's limp body.
"Vhy isn't she vaking up?", he asked the DMLE as he pushed himself up off the floor. Amelia turned to the Quidditch star in shock as his voice got progressively deeper then she remembered. "I don't know," she replied as he stumbled his way towards her and Hermione.
"Move then," he growled before pushing her away from Hermione, his black wings had sprouted from his body as he reached his mate. He sat on the edge of her bed before he pulled her into his lap, carefully stroking her bandaged face as he held her. When Madame Pomfrey came back with another vial of blood-replenishing she froze at the sight of the overprotective male.
He flashed some impressive fangs at her before she put the potion down on the foot of the bed before backing away. Viktor grinned before opening her mouth as he retrieved the potion, and poured it down her throat before pinching her nose to make her swallow. It was easy being a good person, he decided, but it was also hard not showing any cruelty to others. If Hermione was awake now she would hit him for scaring the two women in the room.
"I am sorry for scaring you," he said to Amelia and Madame Pomfrey, "I vas just vorried for mate's health." The two only nodded mutely before heading out of the ward, most likely to their respective Headmasters and Headmistress.
Part of Viktor could feel his mate receiving his magic in order to heal and the other part could feel her getting warmer. Better than the biting cold he had experienced before when her emotions got out of control. But just because she was getting warmer didn't mean the room was as well.
Frost was covering the floors and walls as the temperature dropped and little star like balls of energy provided the room with light while the clocks on the wall went crazy. He stroked her hair as he desperately tried to calm her subconscious, but it was in vain as the frost began to ice over. The lights got bigger as the clock hands began to break off.
Holding her close he pulled out his wand to repel any and everything that threatened to hurt them;then, bursting through the door came Hagrid, Dumbledore, and many aurors.
"Young man, can you explain to me what happened here?", Dumbledore asked the protective mate who in turn shone his canines at him. "I vill not speak to such a liar! You haff no reason to talk to me about vhat happened vhen you are not in charge. G-zho Bones is the vone I vill answer to," he said as evenly as he could.
The elder wizard could not believe his ears, did someone refuse a request he gave them?
After giving his statement on what happened to him in the maze they began to expel the room of the ice and energies as well as fix all the clocks. Leaning back he relaxed his posture and held Hermione close, who happened to be feeding of his magic.
~.~.~.
Weeks turned into months and Cedric and Harry were up and about by the end of the year, but Hermione was still in a comatose state. Throughout it all Viktor was seen by her side everyday, no longer wanting to play Quidditch without the siren. Hermione's state had reduced the entire school's spirit.
No one laughed.
No one talked happily.
No smiles at all.
The painful reminder of the torture of Neville's parents now seem surreal. The fact it happened to a person their age had solidified the return of the Dark Lord, and no one was happy. They never knew that the bookworm Gryffindor they all knew and loved (with some hate from the Slytherins) can be tortured like this and would probably never be the same again.
To some it was a major downfall in morale, while to some it was a horrible way to live. The person who kept you going the most even though the world was against them had been taken down. Only two people were happy about what happened to the lovable siren.
Ronald Bilius Weasley
Albus Too-Many-Sodding-Names Dumbledore
Even the angry potions master had mourned the loss of his student, even if it was most likely temporary. She was not a Potter spawn, but his best mate's child. And any boasting about how Weasel was happy that a know-it-all could stop interrupting class with her questions had pushed Severus Snape over the edge.
"WEASLEY! I guess you could tell the class why you are so happy with this arrangement," he spat into the trembling fourth year's ear. He was tired of this blatant disrespect for a fellow student.
"I'm saying I'm glad that the bloody bint isn't here to interrupt everything your saying with an unneeded question! Hermione deserved what she got and probably didn't get enough of it. It was what, a bloody cutting curse or perhaps a tickling charm. The fact is is that she's just a waste of space, and in my opinion an attention hog!", he yelled back to Severus. And the Potion dungeon went quiet at the revelation, no one expected that his hatred for Hermione ran that deep.
Severus wasn't going to take any of that.
"A tickling charm you say, just a little cutting curse perhaps. You know Ronald it wasn't any of that," he whispered with unimaginable rage,"She was tortured by the Cruciatus curse, not once, not twice, not even three, but five fucking times before Potter got her out of there! She could end up just like the Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom!"
The recoil that the red head did wasn't good enough and Severus kept yelling at him.
"Detention for the rest of the year, and the first semester of the next! Never again will you slander another student's name."
"Slander whose name?"
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