Chapter 6: The Death of Queen Ramona, Isiuldur's Mother
Hermione, or Sauron, flipped from ancient texts, scanning old history books on the dark arts. Occasionally, she would stop and look at the ring on her finger. How was she going to make it a horcrux unless she figured out how others did it?
Sauron snarled and placed another book on the desk. She had been searching for nearly two days now, letting the Witch King handle the brewing war…for now. Hermione pulled down yet another book and flipped through its pages. There was a highlighted passage that caught her eye and she turned back to it.
To create a horcrux, the creator must extract a piece of their soul into an object of choice. To extract one's soul, a blood sacrifice must me made from the words "Avada Kedavra." Once done, the creator of the horcrux may say this incantation: "Alish Meor Cramen." This incantation only works when the blood sacrifice is complete and the creator places their wand point to their heart, then to their chosen object as they finish the incantation.
Hermione smiled and tore the page out, going to her throne…
Luna Lovegood had created Gondor with her remaining magic and became its Queen in the New Era of Earth. She died at the age of 83. Now, her great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter and her Husband ruled Gondor. A baby had just recently been born to them and they named him Isiuldur.
Queen Ramona, great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter of Queen Luna, stared out in the night sky, where all could be seen before her. One thing that caught her eye specifically was Gandalf the Grey, and a dark figure speaking with each other…
"Hermione?"
"It's not Hermione any more, Harry. You know this. My name is Sauron." Hermione hissed.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Sauron, then. Do you really plan to go on with this war?"
"You are not here to convince me otherwise again, are you, Gandalf?"
"No, call it an old man's curiosity, if you will, Sauron."
"Going far there, aren't you, Gandalf? Calling yourself old would be calling me old as well. I'm insulted."
"I apologize. But remember I don't think well of Dark Lords."
"I've never forgotten that. Which brings up a question of my own: why haven't you given up on me yet?" Sauron asked, looking at Gandalf in the face.
Gandalf smiled and took out a pipe, lit it and puffed a bit. Sauron stared, somewhat shocked.
"Call it a fool's hope: I hope that you'd give up this madness before it consumes you. But for all I may know, it already has."
"I see. Gandalf, since when do you smoke weed? I don't recall—."
"I started after that meeting in Fangorn Forest. I'm sure you remember that."
"Course I do. I'm glad you've gained control over that temper of yours, my old friend."
"You're better off good, like you used to be."
"Harry, I was never good during our years at Hogwarts. Not since third year."
"When you got that thing."
"Oh, Harry—."
"If you're going to insist I call you Sauron, then I insist on Gandalf."
Sauron raised an eyebrow. "Gandalf. Morgoth taught me everything I know, more than Dumbledore could have taught me. Yet here we are, five hundred years old. You call yourself old when you look not a day over 75."
"Easy for you to say, you haven't aged since you turned 50!" Gandalf said, glaring at her. Sauron smirked.
"Well, we can't all stay young. Seriously, I can't see why woman say that fifties the breaking point of all youth. Compared to us, fifty's like fifteen." Sauron said. Gandalf gave her a worried look.
"Are you sure that being evil's good for you're health?"
"Gandalf!!" The two of them looked at the direction of the voice. Sauron smirked and pulled out the Black Mace.
"Sauron, what the hell are you thinking, you'll kill her!" Gandalf shouted.
"Precisely," Sauron said.
"Ramona, get back to Gondor!"
"Avada Kedavra!!!" Sauron screeched.
"NO!!!"
Ramona was hit in the chest by the green light and she curved backwards, falling to the ground, dead. Gandalf turned to Sauron, who was muttering under her breath, the tip of the mace gently resting against her heart. She removed the mace and touched the ring on her finger. It glowed redder than fire.
"Sauron…Hermione…?" Gandalf whispered. The ring stopped glowing, but it seemed to have lettering that it did not have before.
Sauron looked at Gandalf again. "Until we meet again, Gandalf Stormcrow." Sauron apparated and Gandalf looked at the dead body of Luna's descendant. He felt rage and sorrow burn inside of him. The only way to stop Sauron now, was to destroy her. To do that, the Ring had to be destroyed…
Sauron sat on her throne, Morgoth sleeping on her lap. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the Ring on her finger. She had modified the spell written on it so that the ring would have more than just a piece of her soul, but it her entire soul: if it ever separated from her body in any way, she would be half dead, as Voldemort was before he regained power. But unlike Voldemort, if the ring was given back to her while she was in her spiritual form, she would regain her full form once reunited with it.
Sauron snapped her fingers and a black sphere materialized. She touched it with black finger. "Manadra Delingue." The sphere glowed and she smirked. She snapped her fingers again and the sphere disappeared. She looked up from her throne.
Sauron did not feel like herself anymore. In fact, she felt like she wasn't her past self from five hundred years ago anymore. Hermione was gone.
