Hello all! I have read your reviews and am very happy with your comments.
From: Weet bix ()
You've been spelling Hermione's name wrong. Also, I would recommend reading a
lot more smut before trying to write some yourself; girls do not 'cum all over
the place' as you've written...and there is a lot more that was unrealistic as
you'll see when you learn more about the sex act.
Reply: I have noticed that you are correct regarding Hermione's name, and have corrected it in all previous chapters. However, as for your second comment, I would like to remind you that this is my very first story attempt, so I am still working my way into it.
Now, on with the story!
"Where are we?" Wormtail asked as the light faded. He madly looked around as he realised, not only was he not in the Throne Room of Riddle Mansion, but he was also not quite on the floor.
"It appears we have become spectres," Voldemort said, getting to his feet; a challenge in itself as he could not grasp or touch anything. "We do not exist in this area of the world, Hermione must have astrally projected us to a certain area," he continued.
Bellatrix meanwhile was searching desperately for Hermione, who had vanished within the light. "Hermione!" she cried out, looking for her young lover. As if on cue, the light receded, revealing both Hermione's location above them, still in her trance like state; but also their general location: Hogwarts, specifically the Headmaster's Office.
What the quartet of witches and wizards could now see was Snape, doubled over next to his desk, as well as Harry Potter standing in front of him. "Well, Snape," Harry said to the Headmaster, "how long will you refuse to answer my question?"
"I honestly do not know about the mechanics of the Elder Wand, nor would I tell you if I did," Snape spat back, wheezing as he did. It appeared that whatever torture he was under was affecting his breathing.
"Oh boy," Harry sighed, as he walked over to Snape, pointing Hermione's wand at him as he did. "I know that Dumbledore had an agreement with you regarding his death. I know that he wanted the Wand's power to die with him, but what I don't know is, whether ownership transferred to you, or to the person who actually disarmed him: Draco Malfoy." At this revelation, Bellatrix gasped as she realised the implications of this ownership.
Snape got to his feet, albeit fairly slowly, and looked Harry in the eye; "Why are you doing this to me? You were supposed to be following Dumbledore's orders: find and destroy the Horcruxes. Why have you stolen Dumbledore's wand? There is no logic behind it!"
"Crucio!" Harry shouted, and both Snape and Hermione felt the effect of the Cruciatus Curse. "The logic behind it is, I require a wand that cannot be beaten by the Dark Lord. After all, the only thing that stopped him from defeating me is the twin cores of our wands, only now, my wand has been all but destroyed. Therefore, I need to master the wand to beat him. Not only that, but I also found out that while he lives, I am immortal."
Voldemort, Wormtail and Bellatrix all gasped. They knew about the Horcrux within him, but not the fact that it worked the other way around.
"How is that possible!" Snape gasped, on his knees due to the ferocity of the Cruciatus Curse placed on him.
"When he was resurrected in that graveyard, he used my blood in the ritual;" Harry explained as he paced around his former teacher. "Because of this, a part of me lives in him. Just like I am his Horcrux, he is mine. The only thing is, because his soul is so fragmented, he can die, whereas my soul is intact, so I cannot."
"Fine," Snape said, "so how do you plan on mastering the wand?" He looked up at Harry who was contemplating this question.
"I plan on killing its previous master, whether it is you, or Malfoy," Harry replied. "And to be honest, right now; I don't really care who it is." With this, he pointed Hermione's wand at Snape.
"No! You can't!" Bellatrix shouted, astounded that the Chosen one had fallen so far. Curiously, Harry turned around to see who had made the noise.
"I will only ask you this once Snape," Harry said, turning back around and pointing the wand at Snape's chest. "Where can I find Draco Malfoy?"
"The Dark Lord will never allow you to gain mastery of the Elder Wand. It doesn't matter if I die, Draco is safe, and you will never find him." Snape looked like hell, but he was astounded by his own bravery in the face of death. "Your father would have been so proud of you before this year, but he would not be happy at the road you have taken now."
"My father has told me to avenge his death!" Harry yelled, pulling the Resurrection Stone from his pocket. "This means that I possess all of the Deathly Hallows, making me the Master of Death!"
"Not until you master the Elder Wand!" Snape shouted back. If he was to die, at least he was going down fighting.
"Very well then, Snape;" Harry said calmly, "it was nice to know you." Harry pointed Hermione's wand at him and quietly said the one curse he never thought he would use: "Avada Kedavra."
A green light burst from the wand, hitting Snape square in the chest. But something didn't seem right; it appeared that there was a barrier preventing the spell from killing him. "What is going on, my Lord?" Wormtail asked as he watched the curse attempt to break through the barrier.
"I think Snape is protecting himself," Voldemort replied; "but there is no spell that can stop the curse."
"It's not Snape who is casting it!" Bellatrix shouted, pointing at the floating witch above them. Hermione was surrounded in a magenta aura, palms forward, pointing towards Snape.
"This I cannot allow!" Hermione yelled, and the paling surrounding Snape exploded, blasting the two wizards away from each other; Snape hit the cabinets behind him and they shattered, covering him in glass. Harry meanwhile had been thrown back into the wall next to the door, and crumpled into the floor. Hermione's wand meanwhile lay in between the two, shattered into six or seven parts, the dragon heartstring powering the wand had snapped, the wand was no more.
After what seemed like an age, the light receded, revealing Hermione curled up on the astral floor, while the 'real' wizards were recovering from the blast. "It doesn't matter if I don't actually kill you now," Harry panted, attempting to get to his feet; "the blood loss from your wounds will do it for me." Harry stood up straight and removed the Cloak of Invisibility from his pocket. "Goodbye, Headmaster," he said, as he donned the cloak and left the room. Once the door closed, the magenta light surrounding Hermione engulfed them once more.