Chapter 18: Bitten To Death

Chapter 18: Bitten To Death

The moment Andrew finished slicing Antiochus' throat with the same dagger that Victoria used on the guards, Harry ran in from the ritual room. It had just enough of the poison to finish the elder vampire off. Strangely it was Antiochus' idea to use the thing otherwise Harry would have tried to drain the man first. But that had been no guarantee since they didn't know if it would kill Voldemort's soul fragments before they grew stronger in Antiochus. The elder vampire said that this was the wayfor his redemption in the next life.

As Harry ran towards his chambers where Hermione was last known to be, Nicholas met him halfway.

"My Lord! Your mate has been kidnapped."

"Who?" asked Harry in a cold voice.

"We don't know but a portkey was used."

"Great" ,said Harry frustrated. He could feel Hermione's anger, fear, and pain through the bond. He needed to find her soon. He walked the rest of the way to his chambers. Once inside the sitting room, he closed his eyes, trying to get some kind of idea to where Hermione had been taken.

Inside his mind he could see as if he were Hermione. She was in some serious pain and was staring Voldemort down. A glance around the room showed that both Draco and Nicola were there watching. They were now dead to him. He honestly didn't know if he could control himself and wait for the traitor to give birth or not. Looking around again, hoping for a clue as to where Hermione was, he saw something that gave Harry the exact location.

Malfoy Manor.

Opening his eyes he saw his family looking at him. All were waiting for there orders, including Snape.

"Snape, I need to know how to get to Malfoy Manor."

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"Crucio!" hissed Voldemort.

Hermione arched her back again. So far she had refused to let the scream out but it was getting harder to hold it in. In the back of her mind she felt Harry's presence. She wondered as to how much he was feeling through her.

Voldemort released the spell. Frankly he was surprised that the mudblood had lasted as long as she had. But it was only a matter of time. He planned on using the torture to induce the labor, then kill Potter's spawn. It would destroy the brat more than anything else that he could do. If the mudblood died as well, then Potter would die more than likely of a broken heart. That was one lesson that he had learned during his life. Never give into the emotion of love or you will probably die of a broken heart, something that he ad lost a long time ago.

"Now mudblood, I do hope you understand why you are here."

"I believe so."

"Good. You seem to have figured that part out. Now a little more pain. Then your spawn will be ready to enter the world, for as little time as I can possibly let it.'

Hermione wrapped her arms around her large stomach. She had already assumed that much. The only thing she didn't know was if he would kill her baby or take it from her and Harry, to raise himself. Either would probably kill them.

"Crucio!"

Another round of pain started only this time pain in her stomach alerted her to the fact that Junior was ready to make herself known to the world. This time Hermione felt the magic of her daughter leave her womb.

Draco and Nicola never stood a chance. One minute they were standing there, watching Hermione wither on the ground. The next thing they were bound with ropes of different colors. Several ends of those ropes made their way inside their robes and began to tickle them, not stopping.

Voldemort watched as his most faithful servant and her mate thrashed about on the floor. They were tied in ropes laughing at the mudblood to stop. He had taken his eyes off of her. In the time that he was occupied she had regained her feet and was glaring at him. If looks could kill, the Dark lord would have been dead, buried down as far as the witch could put him.

"What magic is this? How did you, a mere mudblood, do wandless magic? Only I and Dumbledore can do that!"

"Or Harry Potter."

"POTTER IS NOT HERE! HE HAS NO IDEA WHERE YOU ARE!" screeched Voldemort.

"Don't be so sure about that dumb arse."

Voldemort turned around and saw a very pissed off Harry Potter standing in the door way. He looked to be alone but Voldemort wasn't taking chances. He did a series of wand movements. Placing several wards around the house and blocking any further help to get in.

"Ahh Potter, glad you could join us. I was just giving your little toy an idea for what I plan to do."

"Over my dead body, Snakelips."

Voldemort looked ready to explode when he was blindsided by a spell hitting him. He never noticed that he had been charmed to look like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, complete with ruby slippers and a wig of braided hair.

Harry blinked and then started to laugh. Hermione looked at her rippling stomach in surprise.

"What are you laughing at, Potter!?"

"You, Dorothy."

"What. Did. You. Call. me?"

"Dorothy."

Before he could retort he felt something at his neck. A vampire bit him, only he didn't realize that the thing was draining his magic. The vampire finished quickly.

Voldemort started to laugh.

"What's so funny Dorothy?"

"Do you honestly think that a vampire bite will kill me? I thought that you knew better than that."

"It was a special type of bite, Dorothy. That one just took your magic away."

The look of surprise on Voldemort's face was priceless. The Dark Lord turned quickly and shouted, "CRUCIO". Nothing happened.

"CRUCIO!" Again nothing happened. As Voldemort's back was turned Harry came up behind him and sunk his fangs into Voldemort's neck. The older wizard tried to pull the vampire off but couldn't fight the boy's strength.

Shortly Harry had enough blood and left the Dark Lord to die, just like Bellatrix.

A gasp of pain alerted him to Hermione's problem. He rushed to her side.

"Hermione! How much did he hurt you?"

"That isn't the problem right now. Junior wants to come out NOW!"

"Oh shit."