A/N: hello there. I am updating this one again simply because I have the chapters already written. I have not forgotten about my other stories and will be updating as quickly as possible. Thank you all for the reviews on this story so far.

When Blake finally started to wake up, He could hear the faint sounds of running water, exotic birds, and the rustle of leaves. A warm breeze washed over his body and the smell of salt water filled his nostrils -- He had no clue where he was, all he remembered was a tall man with black hair coming into his house and giving him a few good hits – he blacked out shortly after.

"Oh, the slave is awake" a female voice stated as she walked closer.

"So he is" another female voice spoke out, only this one seemed older.

"Wake up slave – get to your feet." The older woman stated.

Blake slowly opened his eyes and was met by two of the biggest women he had ever seen. He sat up and started to scoot back once he noticed that these women were at least 7 feet tall.

"Wha- where the hell am I?" Blake asked

The older woman walked forward, "I am Izadora – Queen of the Amazons and you slave, are in my Queendom."

Blake's eyes went wide, "What am I doing here?"

Izadora gave of a haughty laugh, "I would think you would have reached that conclusion already – slave"

"I am no ones slave." Blake yelled back, "Especially to a bunch of over grown women."

"Which is exactly why you are here." Izadora said in a matter of fact voice, "You see, we have a gentleman friend of ours who comes here occasionally to collect plants for his potions. Imagine our surprise when he showed up with you."

"Why would he bring me here?" Blake interrupted

Izadora laughed once again, " Because Slave... he informed us on how you treated your woman and felt that we could straighten you out."

Blake didn't like the sound of this one bit and grabbed for his wand.

"You wont find it." The younger girl stated, " you have no means to perform magic while here."

Blake looked like he was going to faint again, "How many of you are there and what is expected of me?" He finally asked

"There are 30 of us in all... and you will serve us." Izadora stated, " you will cook, clean, and anything else we request."

Blake paled – he thought he had it rough with one woman now he had 30.

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When Hermione woke up, she felt a heavy arm draped over her midsection and tensed. It didn't last long once she realized it was Harry and snuggled in a little deeper, feeling completely safe in Harry's embrace – a feeling she hadn't woken up to in a loooooong time.

She reflected on how the days had been getting better and better since her little outburst. She felt like she had let go of a burden of sorts, a burden that she had carried for far to long . She felt lighter then she had in years as well as healthier, more balanced and a lot more... happy – the feeling was indescribable.

Harry had been by her side through everything so far and she adored him for it. He had put up with her nightmares, her flinching if he moved too quickly, her quiet moods – everything, and she knew she would always be thankful.

She shifted a bit to get more comfortable and giggled – yes giggled, when she felt Harry tighten his hold on her. He was still sound asleep, she could tell that by his breathing, and he was still trying to protect her.

She remained laying in bed for another hour before finally having to get up, She had to pee and if she waited much longer – well, there was going to be problems.

She managed to get out of Harry's iron grip and made it to the bathroom. She did her necessaries then started the shower. She stripped down and caught the image of her body in the mirror and smiled.

Her skin was normal again with the exception of a few small scars, but the purple, green and yellow spots that one littered her body were nowhere to be seen. The red scratches were now gone as well and left only shiny, silvery scars where the deeper ones had been.

Taking this examination to the next step, she placed her hand on her ribs and gave it a gentle push. She almost squealed with happiness that the pain was gone. She rolled her shoulder – no pain, twisted her back a bit – no pain, she wiggled her fingers and toes – and once again no pain. She had finally done it.. she was free of Blake and nothing, absolutely nothing would make her go back to him. She was physically her old self and that delighted her.

Her shower lasted longer then normal that morning. She had felt like she had a second chance and planned on using it to the fullest. She was healed at least physically and while that was great, she still had a lot to work on. She allowed the hot water to relax her muscles and clear her mind, she needed this.

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Harry smiled when he felt her come closer to him. He could tell by the way she sighed that she was content and felt safe enough to be around him.

He had noticed a big change in her already but there were still things that bothered him to no end. Hermione, once brave and almost fearless, was now sullen and jumpy, once outspoken but now barely spoke over a whisper and the nightmares – the nightmares were the worst of it all.

He wanted to change it, change it all. He didn't want her to flinch when he raised his hand near her, He wanted her to state her opinions instead of agreeing with everything, he wanted her to speak above a whisper and roar like the lioness she was – and he be damned if he didn't try his best to get her back that way.

The other thing he noticed was on his part. The minute she had fallen through the floo and he noticed the state she was in, his heart nearly gave out. He had always considered her a good friend – no, a best friend and that was the extent of it, but after seeing her in the condition she was in, he couldn't handle the thought of losing her and the desire to protect her had grown stronger then it had ever been before.

The nights he spent holding her, comforting her, made him feel like she was his to take care of and strangely, he felt he wanted to. He at one point was glad that Ron had dissolved his friendship with her because if he hadn't, Harry was sure he would be sharing her and as much as he didn't understand it.. he didn't want to share her with anyone, much less an old love interest.

When he felt her finally get out of bed, he felt a strange loneliness wash over him and he didn't like it... not one bit.