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Lestrange Manor was eerily quiet when Hermione walked through the front doors of the Manor. There was no sign of any of its occupants in the house at all, nor did it seem that there was any life at all there.
"Hello," she called out, hoping that someone would call back out.
"Did Mistress Hermione forget that she put a Silencing Charm on the door?" Claire asked as she Apparated into the hallway, scaring Hermione and making her jump.
"I completely forgot! I wonder how she has got on with Wormtail." With that, the three headed to the Torture Room and unlocked the door. As soon as the charm was removed, the screams started to echo out of the room, and as Hermione opened the door she saw the full extent of the torment Wormtail was under.
Wormtail was bound by his arms and legs in midair, with nothing to cover his femininity, while Bellatrix had gotten into the swing of things by donning a Dominatrix outfit. He was sweating profusely, and seemed to be straining to control himself from cumming, which was partly due to Bellatrix's prior curse.
"Look, Wormy," she purred as she stroked his bare ass with a crop, "we have some guests now."
"Hello darling!" Hermione said as she rushed over to give Bella a much needed hug and kiss, which clearly got Wormtail off as he was writhing about in the restraints, to the ladies obvious amusement.
"Please, Bellatrix; let me cum!" Wormtail pleaded. "This is too much torture!"
Hermione moved over to Wormtail and slid a finger into his dripping cunt, to his obvious pleasure. "Well, Bella; do you think Wormy has learned his lesson?" she purred to her lover, slowly pumping her finger into Wormtail's moist folds.
"I think five hours in torture is more than enough time for him to learn to respect women. Wouldn't you agree, my Lord?" she replied as she glanced over to Voldemort, who merely nodded in agreement.
"Please!" Wormtail begged. "I'm so fucking close! Please!"
"Well, I suppose if you have learned your lesson, then we should let you cum." Bella had now produced her jet black cock and was positioned behind Wormtail, while Hermione was ready with his cunt.
"Have you learned your lesson, Wormtail?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I'm sorry I spied on you Bellatrix!" he cried out, as Bellatrix teased his asshole with her cock. "I'll never do it again, I swear!"
The ladies nodded their heads in unison and simultaneously, and roughly, entered Wormtail; Hermione plunging her entire fist into Wormtail's sopping cunt, while Bellatrix thrust her cock directly into Wormtail's ass. The sudden intrusion from both women caused him to finally orgasm, and the relief on his face was nothing compared to the amount of cum that was left on the floor and over Hermione's fist.
"I think it might be time to change him back, Mione," Bella said, withdrawing from Wormtail and cleaning herself off magically.
"I agree, Bella," Hermione replied as she pulled her fist out of Wormtail and started to lick it clean of his pussy juices. "Although, I might like to let him keep the pussy," she said with a grin. "He tastes brilliant! But not as good as you do Bella!" she added hastily as Bella gave one of her infamous pouts that Hermione was so accustomed to.
"Well, if he tastes as good as you say then you won't mind if I sample some, my dear," Bella said as she glided over and kissed Hermione, her tongue battling with Hermione's, grasping at the nectar that was present moments ago. "Mmmm," she purred as she released Hermione's luscious lips after almost a minute of snogging. "He does taste good. Perhaps we should let him have both?" she asked, to Wormtail's immediate horror, and Hermione's humour.
"No, Bella," Voldemort said as he stood at the doorway. "I think you should change him back to the way he was before. He has learned his lesson, and it won't happen again." He spoke the last three words with such authority that Wormtail knew the punishment for disobeying would be much worse than his current situation.
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The quartet was at the dining table, eating one of Claire's gourmet meals. Everything seemed like it was just perfect in Hermione's eyes: she had a father figure in Voldemort, a loving girlfriend in Bellatrix, and the annoying brother in Wormtail. Claire was just as important, as she acted like a mother to Hermione, helping all of them, and being there for when she needed help. Life could not be better. She thought.
As the others started to discuss trivial matters such as how the Hogwarts trip went and what the 'old days' were like, Hermione started to feel lightheaded. She felt like she was floating, even though she was definitely sitting down; and she was hearing voices, not the ones from her new family, but voices in pain, one in particular made her recoil in terror. 'It can't be him!' she thought; but sure enough, there Harry Potter was, clad in black robes with the Cloak of Invisibility draped on his back, while he held the Elder Wand in his right hand. He also had another wand in his left, its owner lying on the floor in front of Harry. 'What have you done Harry?' she said to herself, but she might as well have bellowed it because Harry sent a Cruciatus Curse directly at her. While it did tingle a little, it wasn't nearly as hurtful as it was the few short months before when Harry had cast it the first time.
"Interesting," Harry said as he moved closer to Hermione's spectral form, silently casting a curse that would render a spirit immobile. "Spirits such as ghosts and poltergeists are immune to the effects of the Cruciatus Curse; but a spectre, a living person who is projecting their soul out is vulnerable." Harry cast another Cruciatus, and the pain Hermione felt was not enjoyable, like when Bella Crucioed her. No, this was something else entirely. "To think, Hermione. You were spying on me in Hogwarts when I stole this very wand from Dumbledore's tomb. You must have been the one to stop me from killing Snape that day, so I have been keeping an eye out for you. Thanks to this wand, I have developed a certain 'knack' for finding people I need. You may have been hidden from sight, but I still brought you here, and although I can't kill you outright, I can harm you." He pointed the wand at Hermione's body, and shouted a curse that Hermione didn't understand. "Dolore electrica!"
Instantly, a blue light emerged and engulfed Hermione, who was now spasming and writhing in pain. This was electrocution, not torture, and Harry knew this. Hermione opened her eyes through the immense pain, much more pain than Bella had inflicted with 'Crucio Maxima'; and looked into Harry's eyes. He was not remorseful, nor was he merciful. All she saw was rage and anger, and above all, power.
As Hermione was about to lose consciousness, a white light encased her, blocking the attack and she slowly drifted asleep.
5 minutes later, she heard soft voices calling to her in the blinding white light. She opened her eyes, and saw Bellatrix and Voldemort staring back at her. She attempted to get up, but she had been in so much agony her muscles had shut down. "What happened?" she asked weakly to the two in front of her.
"You collapsed, and then started to spasm," Voldemort said as he checked her over mentally using his wand.
"We thought you were having a seizure, like Muggles do," Bella said, holding Hermione's hand gently.
"No," Hermione said, struggling to get to a sitting position. "It was much worse than that." Bella and Voldemort looked at each other as Hermione continued. "Harry attacked me, he electrocuted me. He said he couldn't kill me outright;" at this she started to sob, and instinctively Bella grabbed and held her in her arms.
Voldemort scanned her again before finally identifying the spell that had hurt Hermione. "Dolore Electrica, the Electrocution Curse;" he explained as he started to apply a healing charm on Hermione. "The Curse was designed as a variant on the Cruciatus, as it is not technically illegal to the magical laws, but it is as painful in its own right. Moreover, it was designed to affect spirits as well as people, as the Cruciatus Curse will not affect a ghost as much as it would a human." He finished the healing charm, and Bellatrix helped Hermione onto her feet.
"Where did he torture you, Miney?" Bella asked, helping the younger witch to a standing position.
"I, I'm not sure," she replied, attempting to recall the moment she looked around before Harry attacked. "All I saw was a black stone wall, with a green finish, and there was a man behind Harry, but I couldn't see his face." All of a sudden, another vision raced through her mind, although this time it was from a completely different perspective; a male perspective.
The man was on the floor, looking around in the black stone building, and there were flames everywhere. It felt like whatever building he was in was on fire; or worse. Suddenly, a dragon made entirely of fire blazed past the man, and burst through a wall to his right, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. All he said was two words: 'Help me.'
Hermione came out of her trance, staring at the older three, suddenly realising who the man in her latest vision was, and who the dead man from before was. "Kingsley!" she gasped, before grabbing both Voldemort's and Bellatrix's hands and Apparated towards the Ministry of Magic
At the Ministry, she saw that it no longer resembled the building she had infiltrated just a few short months ago. The atrium was destroyed, and the statue that had been erected in the fountain was reduced to rubble. The trio looked around for any signs, when Hermione ran towards a blazing doorway, spouting water from her hands to extinguish the fire. She kept running, through the fire and flames until she arrived at the Department of Mysteries. Immediately, she recognised the corridor she was in during her vision of Harry, and then saw the fire dragon in the opposite end of the corridor. Instinctively, she raised her hand and blasted a water curse at it, but it did not have the desired effect. Instead, it turned into something rather more frightening: a flame version of Harry Potter.
The flame-Potter started to cast spells from its fire wand, and while these were most likely standard curses, as they were made entirely of fire it made them harder to defend against. After several attempts to combat the demon, she opted to use Protego until she could figure out a way to defeat it. Fortunately, Voldemort and Bellatrix had arrived at the Department of Mysteries, and with their combined Dark Arts talents, were able to defeat the demon swiftly.
Before Bella had a chance to speak, Hermione was off again, looking for Kingsley, who she found unconscious under a pile of bricks. Voldemort meanwhile had located the dead man: Pius Thicknesse, the Minister; badly burned and bruised. Bella quickly scanned the rest of the floor for any more living people, before the roof started to cave in above them. "Hurry up!" she yelled, as Voldemort and Hermione grabbed their respective wards, and the three Apparated back to Lestrange Manor.
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Elsewhere,
Serverus Snape had called Professor Trelawney to his office to discuss the War. "Sybill, I take it that you have sought protection for your family recently," he said matter-of-factly, while Trelawney was busy fidgeting with her hair. "I only ask because there has been an increase of attacks, and as Headmaster, it is my duty to ensure the safety of my school."
"This is not your school!" she spat, Snape not even flinching. "This was Dumbledore's school; and the only reason you sit where he once sat is because the Dark Lord willed it."
"The fact that you say that only proves my point even further, Sybill. Each teacher that I have brought up here, from Minerva to Filius has said the same thing, you are no exception." Snape got up and turned to the Portrait of Dumbledore behind him. "This man was one of the most powerful men of his age. He knew how to run the school, keep it in order. He was a leader, unlike myself; wouldn't you agree?"
Silence.
"Sybill?" he turned round and saw that Trelawney was in a trance, one he had seen almost 18 years prior.
"The Chosen One will endanger everyone. He will cause friends to become foes and foes to become allies. We will all be doomed, and he will rule over both kingdoms as Master of Death. He will be unstoppable until his immortal reign is broken by the Trinity; the Trinity of Ideals, Power and Truth shall defeat the tyrannical Chosen One..."
She broke out of her trance and collapsed into Snape's arms, while Snape stood aghast at what he had just heard.