(A/N) I'm thinking. I've passed the 550+ reviews mark for my 1ST story ever, I'd like to aim for 1K reviews in a dozen or two more chappies?
Sound good? It would do wonders for my uploading speed *hint hint*. haha.
Grindelwald stayed in his unmoving position, he hadn't moved since he arrived this afternoon yesterday. Thoughts of his dilemma over choosing family or foe would not be wiped from his mind quickly.
He really wanted to see Black and maybe even Potter, but he also hadn't gotten his hands dirty for a long time and the familiar bloodlust was rising within his chest. It was telling him, demanding him, to put away with his enemies and dish out punishment in ways only he knew how. Oh, how he could succumb so easily to it's will were he a weak-minded fart. But he was not.
He lay down and rested his head, believing himself fortunate that he always had his Eye open for trouble.
Sirius Black awoke the same morning stiff as a board, the two girls on either side of him still leaning into the body warmth he gave. Still a chick magnet, he thought happily.
What he was contemplating would need to be discussed with his former love, Amelia Bones. Their relationship had been pretty serious, to the point where Sirius was siriusly considering marriage- something he'd promised never to do.
With their love weakened, but at the same time strengthened, by their time apart Sirius could wish she would accept the proposal he had for her. No, he would not be getting down on one knee for at least a few months. No, what he needed to talk about involved Amelia's niece, Susan, Jenny and Anne. It was his solemn wish to induct the twins he had rescued, into the Black Family.
He could then, legally, attack anyone who attempted any serious infringement upon their persons. Like when he had dealt with Malfoy, only with more legality behind it.
Sirius came into the lounge room of Potter Manor and saw his best friend sitting there. "Hey Sirius, how's it been for you, you old mutt?"
"Remus, it's good to see you again," Sirius replied with a massive smile; noting the child in his friends arms. Closing the distance between them, he enveloped Remus in a giant bear hug."Who is your little friend?"
"No time Sirius, take her, look after her. I've spent the night here, I need to go. I found the missing Malfoy and found her with him, I'd imagine she went through some traumatic experience before being placed under the imperious," Remus explained quickly.
Taking the girl from Remus, gently holding her and cooing softly, "Go Remus, get that fucker." Remus nodded and quickly left, running beyond the wards and disapparating. He loved the thrill of energy and adrenaline coursing through; a good change from the usual weariness he felt.
Arriving back at the muggle house, and glad to find his wards still in place, he entered; picking up the ripped off door and dragging it in behind him.
In the lounge he found nothing. He wanted to scream in frustration.
He cast the detection charm, to reveal Malfoy. Unfortunately it came back as a negative. "Oh shit!" He quickly remembered that hadn't taken Malfoys wand and that he could've woken up and healed himself. With the amount of blood loss, Remus guessed he could not have gone far; Malfoy would have been severely weakened from the attack.
He made the decision to go in search of the Malfoy, who he so desperately wanted given the dreaded Kiss of the Dementors. A Kiss that was said to be worse than death.
"Master," Lucius rasped, his throat under siege from razors- or so it felt.
"Lucius," the ugly creature acknowledged. "What has done this to you, my friend?" he asked in an amused tone.
"T-the werewolf Remus J-john Lupin, master. The defence professor of Hogwarts," Lucius replied, almost slumping to one side.
"Wormtail," Voldemort hissed. "Get our friend here a few medical potions. He seems to have met an unhappy werewolf." Wormtail bowed and slung Malfoys arm over his shoulder, half aiding the man and half dragging him.
Voldemort frowned. He knew little of Remus Lupin. The man was a recluse from many fellow human and were's alike. Aside from that all he had on Lupin was the fact the man was a Marauder, a strong duellist who made up for his lack of sheer power through skill and was- according to Severus- quite the calm and gentle man. Lucius's dealings over the past month had caused him concern, when things had really gone down hill for the Malfoy family.
It was a stunning change from the usual Remus, Severus had said. The man had swapped his personality completely in that instant. The unstated need for caution was to be advised now around that man now. Clearly the man had an inner beast that had snapped free.
Harry and Hermione woke again to eachother, their ability to be in tune with the other had been growing. Everything they did was together, but that hadn't changed much. Hermione hadn't moved, keeping her head and the light brown tresses sprawled across his chest. "You're still a bit bony, Harry." She noted unhappily poking him lightly.
"Don't Hermione, I'm just glad I have you here now, and that I'm not near the Durselys. They have left my life, you're the future of what remains of my life."
She propped her chin on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Harry, why are we here?"
Confusion gave him the obvious answer, "Education."
Hermione rolled her eyes and kissed him firmly before going back to her position on him. "We could learn so much more back home," She didn't know the power that word had over Harry. Any place she considered home would be a home to him as well. "O-our mansion has everything we need to get us wherever we wish."
She wasn't sure what had overcame Harry but when he rolled them over so he was between her legs, kissing her deeply, hands caressing her arms lightly, but she thoroughly enjoyed the treatment. She felt begin kissing her neck, "Calm down, Harry. I don't want to go further yet."
She felt him nod, and still running her hands through his ruffled hair, lovingly brought him to her neck to feel him smile against the skin. She loved this, just lying here holding him or the other way round- him holding her, playing with her hair.
Leaving their room and making their way down the stairs to the main Room, Harry and Hermione remembered Daphne's heartfelt pain. Her sister was to be sold like a piece of meat, to the highest bidder. The deatheaters had, informed a letter from Daphne's mother, come calling.
Her mother hadn't specified what had been said, but gathered the Greengrass family had been threatened. It would require them to move to their Manor, one of the most guarded in magical Britain, perhaps one of the best in Europe.
"Good morning guys how'd you sleep?"
"Fine thanks, Hermione. Yourself?" Hermione's attention had been diverted to a saddened Daphne.
"Daphne?" she asked softly. The normally calm resolve of the girl collapsed, "My sister is going to become a plaything for deatheaters, it will be rape, tortured into service." Her face looked angered, disgusted and extremely upset.
Harry's face was downright terrifying; the look of fury upon his features clued his friends into the fact he wouldn't stop until the youngest Greengrass was safe. "What's her name?"
"Astoria Greengrass," Daphne cried into his shoulder. Harry made eye contact with Hermione and made a questioning look. His wife nodded. "There's nothing you can do, Harry. The contract is unbreakable; only death will end it."
"Then death it will be. No-one hurts my sister's sister like this, forcing her into unwanted matrimony is disgusting," Harry's words warmed her thawing heart. His sister. Daphne Potter. It would be a while before that set in.
"What! Harry you honestly can't be thinking of this! You can't murder someone!" Hermione shouted at him, her voice lacking anger and malice; just disbelief. It had a detrimental effect on Harry, it only made him that bit more convinced to do what he had to.
"I'm serious, Hermione. House Potter has been rather inactive, we can't just let people walk over our allies and former family members. Do you want Astoria to have that done to her?"
"No, I don't. But surely there is another way about it, I-" Hermione was cut off.
"Hermione, this is an unwanted marriage from one party, and the other will use her for anything. What if it was your sister?" Harry asked.
"My sister died, thank you very much." His wife gasped as if struck, Hermione threw him an angry, tearful look before running out of the Room.
Harry gasped and an expression of horrified shock overcame his features.
He turned to Daphne, "What do I do? I had no idea that my words would do that! Oh no." Harry sat down heavily and put his face in his hands.
"Give her a little while then go to her. About half an hour." She replied to Harry's questioning look of 'how long'.
"I'm such an ass," Harry grumbled, mentally besting himself up for hurting Hermione.
"You are no such thing, Harry. You made a mistake, in your ignorance. If you were both more open to one another, this could've been avoided."
One hourour later Harry ran outside and to the tree by the lake that he knew to be, 'Hermione's spot'. He quickly saw her light brown tresses swaying in the sun, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself.
Being as quiet as possible, Harry quietly went to her. Deciding to transform into his wolf form, he made the change with fluidity.
He stopped a few metres from her. Anyone by the castle would've been confused and perhaps worried about a wolf behind a student. He purposely snapped a twig with his paw to let her know he was here. Hermione turned quickly, her eyes red and puffy.
Wolf-Harry whined and drooped his tail and head in shame.
"Harry?" The wolf nodded, before being engulfed in a gigantic hug.
He managed to get his head away and press his wet nose against her neck. she quickly giggled and tapped his snout. Harry transformed back. He was on his knees, holding her tightly. "I'm so, so sorry Hermione. I didn't know, if I did I would never have said anything like that. Please believe me, Hermione," Harry begged his innocence.
"I know you didn't mean or know what you said. It's just... I can't forget things straight away, okay? I need a day or two to calm down." Hermione replied.
"Well I'm not happy about what I said and your decision, but I'll agree. I never wanted to hurt you, love." Harry said sincerely. He hated himself! How could he have done that to a person who had shown him naught but love, and was his wife?
"Baby," Hermione said. Harry looked up. "Don't beat yourself up okay? You didn't know." Harry nodded hesitantly, but could not keep the promise.
Narcissa Black sat in another Wizengamot meeting, at least she had called this session unlink the multiple meetings she had been having to attend daily. With her holding both the Potter and Black seats, she was the most powerful person there, seconded by the combined might of the Crabbe, Goyle and Nott Families. They had been waging a political war between eachother since she had come here, and the end did not seem in sight.
She did not mind.
She was free of the ass hole known as Lucius Malfoy, she had her own opinions and ideas and now she could place them together in her way, her style. She had passed many new less restraining what could be in the papers, defences for the wizarding world's supposed inferiors. Goblins, house elves and a wide assortment of other creatures were listed in the previously nonexistent protection for them.
Before, they weren't entitled to a trial on the rare occasion they committed one; they would simply be, 'put down,' regardless of their guiltiness of lack of.
Sirius looked at the time on the grandfather clock: 10am. Blimey, up before Midday? Merlin! Sirius thought.
Anne and Jenny bounded into his room, to his surprise. They looked really quite serious. "Sirius," Anne started.
"Yes?"
"We've been thinking..." He turned his head to one twin.
"We have decided..." Then the other...
"After much thought..." And back again.
"Woah woah, woah, slow up there. No twin speech please?" Sirius interrupted, his neck becoming sore.
"We have decided to adopt you," Jenny informed him.
"I'm not an expert on the adoption, but isn't it supposed to be the adult adopts the child?" Sirius protested.
"Well yes, there is..."
"That minor problem..."
"Stop the twin-talk, please?" Sirius was on his knees comically, pleading. The two nodded, covering their mouths to stem the laughter attempting to erupt. "Thank goodness. Now-"
"We want you as our Uncle," Anne told him, her tone brooking no argument.
"Well, I'll need to see is Am and Susan are alright with it; if they are I'll happily play as an uncle for you two."
"Let's try it out." Anne suggested.
"Good idea, sister." Jenny concurred.
"Good morning, uncle Sirius." They said in unison.
"Good morning, how are my two strapping young nieces?" Earning a giggle from the twins.
"Just for that..."
"We'll use twin speech..."
"Again..."
"Ughh my head," Sirius groaned. They all looked at eachother for a moment before bursting out with laughter.
Hermione's telling off of Harry had sunk the young man into a severe depression.
He hadn't spoken, nor eaten since she had talked to him. They had finished Charms with Flitwick, and had a free period off.
While Daphne and Neville went off for a butterbeer in Hogsmede, Harry and Tracey stayed behind- Tracy babbling, "I think Neville and Daphne would make a great couple don't you Harry? They look really cute together, of course neither of them realises this. They're a bit clueless. But I could point it out to them couldn't I?" Harry either shrugged his shoulders or nodded, lost in his depressed world.
Time passed and at a late time he and the others went to the Room of Requirement to bunk down for the night.
Harry felt like his heart had been ripped out his chest. There wouldn't be any kissing Hermione goodnight or playing with her wonderful hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent nor would their be any holding one another.
He loved holding her hand as they made their way up, as he did now without her beside him.
He did not notice, nor did he want to, the stares of sympathy into his back as he made his up the staircase that had materialised.
He was in a fitful sleep when his wife came in an hour later, to look down at him with saddness.
It had hurt her as much, if not more, to push him away today. Now to see him sleeping without her beside him, broke was lying there, flinching and wincing.
She undressed and redressed into her usual bra and knickers.
What really held her heart was when she sat down beside him and saw he had placed a pillow where she would be; trying to gain comfort from her absence.
It took kiss on the forehead and a gentle finger running up and down his cheek to wake him. Startled she pulled her hand away, unsure of his reaction.
He grabbed the retreating arm and forcefully pulled her into a hug; squeezing her with everything he had. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, Hermione." Hermione was pulled forward as he lay down, holding her to him.
"Sorry doesn't cut it, love." His heart-breaking expression of regret and pleading, swapped at her next words, "You being here, still willing to comfort me even though I'm to blame for the pain you felt today."
"No less than I caused you, Mione." She leaned down and captured his lips in a soul-searing kiss of passion and need.
She held him down and moved from his face, down to his neck and collarbone- marking out her territory. She squealed when Harry flipped them over and caught her lips in his and poured all that he was, and could be, into it. He sucked on her earlobe, moving down the side of her neck, nipping here, kissing there. He kissed her angelic skin with feather-light kisses, driving her insane.
He halted as he came to a region unexplored by anyone, aside Hermione herself. The gentle swell of her breats sticking out from the smiple white bra gave him more than reason for an exploration to lowered his head.
Half an hour later Hermione slumped, completely limp, she climbed in beside her Harry, knowing she'd be getting dirty looks from her friends and that, more than likely, Harry would be the one defending her. Harry is like a drug, Hermione thought. You try him once, your hooked forever.
(A/N) Hope you enjoyed! Blimey not done too badly since I began using my itouch to write as well (the autocorrect can be useful sometimes).
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Thanks all for being so good to my first attempt at story writing,
Loopy.
P.s. I'll be doing a set of HHr one-shots soon as well as a crossover. Anyone heard of the Shannara books by Terry Brooks? They are AMAZING. If you haven't gone through them already... god... you need to get them. Trust me you won't regret it.