Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP Characters. But I do own Eric, Aurora, Jason, Carmen, Rielly and Tori.
Chapter 10
When Hermione woke up, she found her hands and feet bound together. She knew that she was moving and she knew she wasn't alone. There were voices coming from all around her. She couldn't see what was going on because her eyes were covered. Not daring to move, she laid for the rest of the ride, as if she was still sleeping.
They finally stopped and Hermione felt herself being picked up. A few minutes later, she was dropped on a hard cold floor. Then her ropes were cut lose and then her blindfold was taken off.
When she looked around all she saw was darkness except the light coming from an open door. But when the death eater closed the door. She was surrounded by darkness.
She crawled on her hands and feet in search of a wall. When she found one, she leaned her back across and brought her knees up to her face. "Some one help me, please," she thought to herself and starts to cry.
When the death eaters took Draco to cell and put him in darkness, they took the stunning spell off of him. He couldn't attack, because they had his wand. He was helpless. "ARGH!" he yelled in frustration. "How could I let this happen to her? I was suppose to be protecting her." he sat down. "Some protector I am."
He sat in silence, blaming everything on himself. He wished Hermione were never what she is. Then he heard something. It was faint, but he knew he heard Hermione's voice. It sounded like she was calling for help.
Draco stood up. "HERMIONE!" he yelled, hoping that she could hear him through the walls, but no answer came to him. He wasn't sure if Hermione was yelling for help, it sounded more as if her voice was coming from in his head. But he wanted to make sure. A few minutes later, he figured that it was just his imagination, although he didn't want it to be, he sat back down, blaming himself once more.
Little did he know that far, far, away, someone else was also hearing Hermione's cries for help, only much clearer, and much louder.
Harry Potter jerked up from his bed, his entire body covered with sweat. "Another bad dream about Hermione. What's going on?" he thought to himself. "Something is wrong with Hermione. I just know it."
He turned on the light and got up from his bed and sat at his desk. He took out a piece of paper and a quill and started writing a letter.
Dear Hermione, I don't know how to explain this to you, but I've been having dreams about you. Well actually, it's been nightmares. Well anyway, I'm just writing to see if you were okay. We haven't spoken in quite a while and I just wanted to know if anything is wrong. If you can, met Ron and me at Diagon Alley in 2 days. See you.
From,
Harry
Harry gently rubbed Hedwig. "Hedwig, I need you to take this to Hermione for me. Please?" Hedwig nibble Harry's finger affectionately and Harry tied the letter to her leg. "Bye and be careful." Harry told Hedwig. She hooted and soon after, she flew out the window.
Hermione was fast asleep in her cell. She cried herself to sleep. All of a sudden, a blinding light awaked her. Someone had opened the door. "Get up, Mudblood." she heard a death eater tell her. She slowly raised herself up, but before she could get up on her feet, two death eaters grabbed her arms and pushed her, ordering her to walk. She had no choice but to.
Hermione silent walked her way down an eerie hallway. Every time she walked towards a torch on the side of the wall, it would light up and the one behind would go out. Hermione trembled. She couldn't see anything in front or in back of her. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew it wasn't going to be nice. It seemed like this hall was going to last forever, until final, there was a light that was not the torches. It was coming from behind a door.
One of the death eaters let go of her arm and opened the door. The other death eater held on even tighter to Hermione, making sure she wouldn't run, but Hermione made no effort to do so.
When the door was open, the death eater took hold of her arm again and they both pushed her inside, with much force, almost knocking her down. She regained her balance and walked into the room. The room was very dim lighted, candles the only light. She saw about twenty death eaters, lined up in two rows, making a walkway in front of Hermione. They all had on their masks and hoods. Hermione was feeling a little nervous. Correction. She was really very nervous and very scared.
"Come. Bring her to me." A cold, deep frightening voice called out.
Hermione knew where it was coming from. At the end of the walkway, stood a hooded figure. Beside him was a large serpent, hissing ferociously at her. All Hermione could see of him was piercing glowing red eyes.
Draco was more reluctant to go than Hermione. He tried to fight his way out of the death eaters' grips, but he couldn't. They were just too strong for him. They walked down the same hallway as Hermione did. "Quit your squirming, boy! I though you would want to see your Mudblood girlfriend." One of the death eaters told him. Draco was full with anger. "Where the hell is she?" He yelled. "Don't worry. You'll see her soon." Draco couldn't see the death eater's face, but he knew that he was grinning.
Draco was furious. He squirmed even harder and almost broke free, until they reached the end of the hall and one of the death eaters open the door.
Draco stopped struggling when he saw Hermione. What he saw around her made him grow pale. The large snake, wrapped itself around Hermione's legs then arms. When the color returned to his face, he threw a look of disgust at the hooded figure. "You bastard! Leave her alone!" he yelled to the figure.
The figure chuckled running shivers up his spine. "Now why would I do that? Draco, you know I need her. Or have you forgotten, the same way you forgotten where your loyalty belongs."
"I don't want to serve you! I don't want to anything to do with you!" he yelled. "I don't want to end up like my father." He said in a low voice, but the figure heard him.
"Your father is one of the greatest death eaters I have and I have much respect for him. You could become the same.
"But I don't respect you!" Draco hissed back
"If you didn't have any respect for you, why do you still call me the Dark Lord?" Draco thought about his question and knew exactly why.
"Because your name only causes agony and pain, and if I called you You-Know-Who, it would only declare to everyone that I'm afraid of you." The figure pulled his hood off his face. His snake-like nose and cat-like eyes made him a sight to see. "Very wise, Draco. I'm surprised at the amount of wisdom you possess, and at such a young age."
Draco gritted his teeth. "Tell me, Draco? Have you told her about what is happening?" Draco glared straight into his red eyes, showing no fear, only hate.
Then he looked at Hermione. She wasn't moving, terrified of the huge snake wrapping itself around her. "No I haven't." his voice deadly.
"May I ask why, Draco?"
"That's really none of your fucking business!" Draco snapped back.
Voldemort chuckled. "Silly me, asking question I already know the answer to." He turned to Hermione. "It's because he loves you," he told her. Both Draco and Hermione stood silent. Draco knew he was right. He did love Hermione. Voldemort continued. "Because he loves you, he didn't want to tell you. He didn't want you to learn anything about what you are."
Hermione finally found enough courage to ask "And what am I exactly?" Voldemort advanced closer to her. She tried to move away, but the snake was around her too tightly. "My dear, you are a species of wizards that have no name. You are the only living one so far, well beside you and four others." His voice grew louder.
"Why are you doing this?"
He stuck out one of his bony fingers and gently traced Hermione's faced. She trembled under his touch. He put his lips to her ear and whispered softly into it, "Because you're the key to the demise of Harry Potter."
Hermione's was in shock. What was she that could kill her very best friend? She looked at Draco who looked furious and was desperately trying to struggle out of the death eaters grip. "Get away from her!" Draco yelled to Voldemort.
Voldemort gave a horrible grin. "But I'm not done telling her about what she is." he answered.
He turned back to a very confused and frightened, Hermione. "I can see you're not following along. Allow me to explain it to you."
"You see, my dear, it all started even before Merlin. There was a race of wizards, well not necessarily wizards. But they were believed to be the first wizards; some people say that they were perfect. They lived quite harmoniously, with their abilities and powers kept secret from the muggles of that time. They were very friendly to the muggles, acting as if they were one of them.
This race of wizards was very connected to nature. Their powers were the four most powerful elements, fire, water, wind and earth. Cultures all around the world stated these four elements to have specific powers. Wind, the power of the mind. Earth, the power of abnormal strength. Water, the power of healing and purification. And fire, the power of destruction, although, they never really showed that power too much.
They were every intelligent and happy creatures, until one day my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin,stumbled upon their powers. He collected records and spells of the race, creating a book about them. Sadly, the more he learned about them, the more the population grew less. No one knew why. Things also became worse. Some of the races lost their powers, other's kept one part of their powers and a few only remand with their entire powers. As the years passed, there were only five of them left.
Ironically, four of them, each had one of the four powers and the fifth one had all the powers. The fifth one, my dear, is your ancestor."
Hermione was in shock. "B-but how?" she asked. "No one in my family has shown signs of those type of powers. No one has even shown signs of being a wizard or witch."
"Yes, you are quite the weird one, possessing both wizard powers and elemental powers, yet so does Aurora, Eric, Tori and Rielly. There is no doubt; you are a descendant of this race. The powers must skip generations, for Aurora and Eric each have one of the elemental powers and the last person in their family who has shown signs of them lived over two hundred years ago."
"Are they related?" Hermione asked, remembering him saying their family. Voldemort nodded. "Their ancestors, the ones who possessed the powers first, married, and had children. The ancestors powers where water, which Aurora inherited and fire, which Eric inherited."
"And Tori and Rielly?"
"Tori inherited the power of earth and Rielly, the power of wind, from their ancestors. Eric's ancestor married and had children with a witch. Rielly's ancestor married and had children with a filthy muggle."
"And me?"
"Your ancestor was a beautiful woman, very wise, and brave. Some believed she was an angel sent from the heavens. What with her beauty and shining aura, who wouldn't think so? She fell in love and had children with a muggle, much like Rielly's ancestor. After she died, no one has been able to posses her powers, that is until you came." Hermione stood there silent, taking in everything she heard.
"But, why do you want me?" she asked, curious to know.
Voldemort gave a nasty smirk. "That, my dear, is a whole different story."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Amazing, Salazar was. Intelligent enough to write down facts of your race in a book, known to few. It's called, 'Livre de la course de nom da non', meaning,"
"The book of the no name race." Hermione said, interrupting Voldemort.
He smirked. "Hmm... very smart I see." Hermione gave a sarcastic smile. He continued on.
"Soon, he started creating spells for this race, using their native language. He mostly created spells on how to weaken or even kill this race."
Hermione looked horror struck. "And this is why you want me? To kill me?"
"You catch on quite well, my dear."
"B-but why?" Hermione was silent for a second, and then gave a troubled look. "You're using me to get to Harry aren't you?"
"Partially."
"There's more to it?"
Voldemort chuckled. "Oh yes. There's much more to it."
Hermione went white in the face. What else could he want besides to get to Harry? Hermione looked at Draco and found that his mouth had been cover, so he couldn't talk. She looked back to Voldemort. He was slowly waving his hand in the air, as if telling someone to come. Soon, a death eater came trailing down the aisle. In his hand was a giant black, hard cover book.
Hermione started breathing hard, as the death eater came closer with the book, about to put it in Voldemort's hand.
Even though the aisle was very short, it felt like it took forever for him to walk down it. When he finally reached Voldemort, he gently placed it in his hand. Voldemort turned around to face Hermione. He put the book in front of Hermione. "Do you know what this is?" he asked as if not obvious.
"The book you were talking about?" He nodded. "Yes it is." He opened the book and turned book till it was almost at the end. Then he showed Hermione the page he stopped at.
"Tell me, can you understand that?" Hermione read it through. And was shocked to realize, she did. It was in a completely different language, and yet she understood it, as if it were in English.
"Have you read it?" he asked. Hermione heart started beating fast. She did read it and she didn't like what it said.
She looked at him, fear noticeable in her eyes. He gave another of his horrible smirks. "Frightened, aren't you?" She didn't reply. He wasn't expecting her to answer and turned around as soon as he said it.
He placed the book on a stand and stood behind it. He then placed his bony finger onto the book, putting it to where the spell started first. He opened his mouth to say the spell but one of the death eaters interrupted him.
"I beg for forgiveness my lord, but what shall we do with the traitor." referring to Draco. Voldemort was silence but a smirk crept on to his face. "Let him watch his poor lover suffer. And when we're done with the Mudblood, we'll deal with him." The death eater bowed. "Yes my lord."
Hermione stood there wide-eyed and then looked at Draco. His eyes were just as bulged as hers. She felt something slither on her body. She looked down and saw the huge snake was unraveling off her body and slither to its master's side. Hermione was free but she knew she couldn't run.
"Why aren't you running my dear, you have a chance why didn't you use it?"
"You have death eaters all over this place, including in this room. I wasn't going to get far," she told him. "Not to mention you still have Draco. I'm not going anywhere without him, especially if you're holding him captive." Hermione thought to herself, but soon snapped out of her trance when she felt her arms being tugged backwards.
She tried pulling them down, but they wouldn't. Then with much speed she began moving backwards, as if something was pulling her back. She kept on moving back until her back slammed into the stonewall. She shrieked in pain from the impact.
Soon her arms were bound with dungeon cuffs. She struggled but there was no use, she was trapped.
Voldemort smirked and looked back down at the book. He soon opened his mouth to say the spell.
Ereh si rethona mitciv fo ruoy elbirroh rewop
Tel ruoy ssenkrad daerps gnoma flesreh
Hguotla ehs seid ni niav
Ti srettam ot em elttil rof I llahs niatnoc
Reh etamitlu rewop
Eno fo eht yrev wef dna gnuoy taht sniamer
Tub rewop llits yrev emas
Sa esoht erofeb su
Ehtab em htiw eht rewop fo water, eht tnemele fo eht dnim
Hsurc em htiw eht rewop fo earth, eht tnemele fo htgnerts
Ehtoos em htiw eht rewop fo wind, eht tnemele fo gnilaeh
Dna eht tsom suoregnad fo lla,
Nurb em htiw eht rewop fo fire, eht tnemele fo noitcurtsed
When he was done Hermione felt sharp pains all over her body, as if someone was cutting her with a knife. She shrieked in pain. He soon read the spell over again and when he did, more pain overwhelmed her. Tear streamed down her cheeks.
"Some help me," Hermione thought to herself and closed her eyes, trying to endure the pain.
Hermione, Hermione can you hear me?
Hermione shot her eyes open but flinched at the pain. "That sounded like Rielly," she thought to herself.
Hermione it is me. I'm communicating with through your mind.
"Rielly, please get me out of here. It's too painful. He's trying to kill me!"
You mean, he already started the ritual?
Hermione screamed with pain. He started reading the spell a third time.
How many times have he read it?
It took a while for Hermione to answer. The pain was too much.
"He's chanted it three time so far,"
What! That many? Hermione, listen carefully you mustn't listen to him. Listen to my voice Hermione.
He started the saying the spell the four and last time.
Hermione listen to my voice, please.
Hermione closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on Rielly voice, but still heard words coming from Voldemort mouth.
Hermione can you "daerps gnomo" me? Hermione think of something "Ti srettam ot" happy. I need you to "Reh etamitlu rewop" think of Draco.
Hermione used all her energy to look at Draco. He had a hurt look, but not because he's hurt, it was because she was hurting.
A single tear ran down his face. That was the last thing Hermione saw before she started feeling funny, like she did in the Base. White surrounded her vision and she couldn't see anything except for a woman. She had on a white tunic and brown hair similar to Hermione's hair color. Her eyes were a grayish blue and her skin was a golden color. She was the most beautiful person Hermione has ever seen. She smiled sweetly at Hermione and walked to her. Her icy-blue eyes met Hermione's brown ones. For some reason, Hermione didn't feel afraid. She almost glad to see the woman. The woman put her hand up in placed it on Hermione's face. All of a sudden, Hermione felt happier and stronger than she ever felt before.
It's all right. I am here to help you.
The woman was communicating through thoughts, just like Rielly. Hermione smiled back at the woman and then darkness took her over.
