Concurrent Existences
Chapter Nine: Not Part of the Plan
Locked in a cage, no key in sight.
It's there, just not in the light.
The world is ours, the time is nigh.
If it doesn't yield, then it will burn and die.
"Protinam Tempus."
Hermione had so much she wanted to change, but her plan thought out for years would continue.
She just had to collect a few more things lost in time. Things someone dropped.
Her arrival had been an hour off, but didn't matter. Moving forward in time was hard enough. Percentage error in calculations was something that was always there. At least her limbs were all still present.
Hermione looked around for something. Prints.
Centaur prints. Bingo.
The witch knew she was getting close. There weren't many magical signatures left in the area and most were faint traces of used magics.
Moving through the forest still sucked though. She tried to avoid using any magic that would further dilute the trail of the artifact she was after. She also stepped in something, something-that-must-not-be-named.
Shite! Seriously?!
And she felt it. Harry's magical signature or what was left of it anyway. It was close.
A bit more searching around and she found it. Cracked, smashed and forgotten, but she assumed as much.
The Resurrection Stone.
It didn't matter that it was smashed. The shards from the Resurrection Stone would be enough for a couple of experiments. No one would know it was lost here anyway, except Harry, but she doubted he'd ever remember about the forgotten stone since it was him who dropped it in the first place.
Leaving such a dangerous artifact unattended. What if someone evil or nefarious had gotten it?
Around this time the final battle for Hogwarts was probably about to begin and there were a few more things she needed to do before her few final jumps in time.
Hermione apparated away from Hogwarts and a good distance away from where the Death Eaters had their camp. She began weaving spells to make herself undetectable.
Her armlet was activated to continue to feed her stealth magic so that she did not need to concentrate much to maintain it. Having more than one magic foci.
Best thing ever.
Closer to the Death Eater camp she went.
Carefully, slowly.
She wouldn't underestimate the dark lord. An Avada to his face was tempting though. She sighed. The power to change time directly was always too tempting, but she was here for something more important. Something that would actually make the war have more sense.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Bellatrix.
"Hold still you bloody rodent!" Bellatrix fired off a few more jinx and curses, but missed her target. It was lucky that the dark witch liked venting. Otherwise, it would have been a harder task to get her alone.
Hermione was a bit lost after watching the display the insane witch was doing. It looked so cute to her for some reason. Well, not so cute to the fleeing squirrel, but adorable in her eyes. Maybe she begun to have a screw loose too? That would explain a lot.
Hermione wasn't sure if she saw right, but it looked like the squirrel deflected a spell with an acorn and then proceeded to throw it back at Bellatrix.
The dark witch continued swearing as the squirrel got away from her. It was time to reveal herself. It wouldn't be prudent if the dark witch apparated or used her smoke magic.
"Bella." Came the soft call. A far cry from the fear and terror she had called the name while begging before.
The woman in front of her immediate turned around and locked in on her eyes. The insane woman's scowl brightened into a smirk.
"Why muddy, paying auntie Bella a visit?" Evil gleamed through those dark orbs. Promises of pain, torture and death, but it was time to lift the veil. Time to unveil the small part that would change her. Not into something really good mind you, but something not under petty spells from Voldemort.
This is the true beginning.
Bellatrix had been surprised when the mudblood suddenly appeared from Merlin knows where. She had just lost that little rodent too! At least a replacement had come.
It didn't make any sense to why the mudblood would come this deep into their territory without a plan. She wasn't a fighter, but the brains of the retarded trio. Something was up, obviously.
The raven haired witch did wonder why she didn't fire off an Avada instantly though. Torture? Yes, a bit of torture first, that's all. Killing the mudblood might at least brighten her day. The girl also had her wand. The piece of shit wand she had borrowed would barely listen to her. She could use a replacement or her damned wand back before this garbage wand turned on her at an inopportune moment.
The only way I actually got the bloody thing to work was threatening to set it on fire!
How the girl even got this close to her without her senses picking anything up was beyond the dark witch, she could contemplate on it later. Maybe. Nah.
"Have you come to play muddy?" Bellatrix began to taunt the girl, but it was strange. All she got in reply was a smile. It was pissing her the hell off. She saw the girl raise her arm up, but was unarmed.
What the hell?
"Muddy, where's my wa-" She was cut off as Hermione casted a spell. Without a wand. Looks like it was troll Bella day or something.
"Temporalis Recludam Obliviate!"
Hermione gasped. This was not according to plan. She didn't underestimate Voldemort, but she underestimated her lovely witch. How could she have done such a stupid thing? Why did she even reveal herself?
She blamed it on winning protagonist habits.
Shite!
Bellatrix smashed aside the spell with a protective barrier. A snarl on her lips when she assumed that the mudblood had thrown an Obliviate of some kind without warning. So much for fair play!
"Smart little mudbaby. Trying to shoot an Obliviate to take me out of the war? Smart, smart, smart! But, stupid for going against me." Bellatrix shouted while getting ready for combat or at least as much as she was going to get against a weakling.
Time was running out though. Hermione needed to get this straightened out quick, but a duel was the only possible way. She'd have to duel one of the best duelists in the world. The only recompense was that she wasn't in her prime. Bellatrix began the assault.
"Sectum Sempra!" Hermione dove behind the tree as it got buffeted with magical slashes. This wouldn't be like their play duels back in the day. Actually it was barely a few weeks ago for her, but still.
The onslaught of magic slashes nearly cut the tree in half! With a wand she doesn't even own! It was no time to fawn over the dark witch.
Time to strike back. Hermione began weaving spells with both hands while still trying to keep her stealth spell up to avoid any locating spells at least. She wielded a Protego shield in one hand while continuously firing off Stupefy and Flippendo shots. She just needed one to hit!
Most of the shots missed. Half of what hit was bounced off the protective charm Bellatrix had casted and the other half of the spells looked like Bella was slapping it away. She still did not bloody know how Bella did that.
Slicing spells continued to hit as she dove towards other trees. One Stupefy bounced off from Merlin knows where and almost stunned Hermione. Did that ricochet? How the hell was she able to ricochet spells? Hermione had over thirty years of spells and knowledge under her belt, but ricocheting spells? How had they survived against this woman? This woman that was clearly overpowered!
And I'm already cheating!
It was exhilarating. Someone other than her lord was putting up this kind of fight? Well, the last time she dueled her lord was when she was around twenty. She had hit him with a spell and he didn't want to spar anymore claiming her training had been completed. Years of boredom, years of looking for a battle and here it was... in the form of a mudblood.
A pretty mudblood. Her brows furrowed.
A mudblood nonetheless.
Had Granger always been this good? The time at the Manor said otherwise, but this? Right now? And how the hell was she casting spells? A multitude of them at that!
"Crucio!" The Spell immediately bounced onto the ground. She began mixing up her regular spells with vector spells that made the spell change direction. It was something she made up herself way back when, but had no one to actually use it against.
Wandless and wordlessly setting up vector points invisible to the regular eye was easy. How people had not come up with it, she didn't care.
Bellatrix was enjoying herself for the first time in... for the first time since she could remember. A crazed smile almost dawned her face until a tiny Incendio hit a lock of hair.
Oh.
This mud bitch was going to die.
"Avada Kedavra!" She shot it so that it skewed to the right only for it to arc towards the girl's face. She could see the surprise and horror that graced the little girl. It was fun, but no one messed with her hair. She felt a bit sad though. The mudblood would have made a nice pet. To her surprise the shot arced for a third time just slightly, but she was sure it still hit the girl's face.
Piece of shite wand!
Hermione actually thought her plan totally failed then and there when the green jet of death changed direction directly into her face. It would have unraveled everything, but at the last second, it arced again just bypassing her chin to the left. It still left her off balance though.
She fell slightly behind the tree. She didn't move a little because of shock and a little because of relief.
Déjà vu hit her as Bellatrix came closer to check on her kill. She immediately activated her earring to create a continuous illusion and reinforced her stealth spell to roll away from the spot she was in. It was just in time too as Bellatrix bombarded the area with Bombarda spells.
Bella double tapped. More like overtapped or overkilled.
The chance finally presented itself as Bellatrix was busy leveling the whole area.
"Temporalis Recludam Obliviate!"
"Suspencio Incantatores!"
Bellatrix sighed. Her memories had again resurfaced, but instead of feeling happy or something of the sort, she just felt tired.
She knew now what the dark memory she had almost uncovered from Hermione was back in Azkaban. Hermione's fears. Hermione's terrors. She knew Hermione would not keep anything from the past against her since she had come from the future where it already happened.
It didn't change the fact that she had still hurt her witch.
The dark witch just felt tired. She felt old. She was old. Still pretty as a woman in her late twenties, but she still felt so old. She had no idea why her little witch was still even pining after her after all this.
There wasn't much time to further emote as the brunette wrapped her arms around her. She wasn't feeling particularly dramatic or depressed anymore.
She was still Bellatrix Black.
Fuck the bloody drama. They'd figure out all the complex stuff another time.
Warmth permeated from the girl. It was something she hadn't felt since the time they had parted in Azkaban. Her time in Azkaban had also been somewhat muddled due to the bright witch casting some type of spell. The not-so-evil-but-still-pretty-evil witch returned the hug, but knew time was still short as her dark mark began to burn.
"What's the plan little witch? I did promise to believe in your plan till the end. Even though I'm old and half bonkers by now." She meant it as a joke, but Hermione took it badly shown by the growing wet patch on her corset. The mumbles in her chest didn't help either.
"Come on, luv. Stop mumbling on my tits. Plenty of time for that later." Hermione suddenly gave a squeeze that nearly made Bellatrix squeal, but before she could voice it out the brunette began to explain. Cheeky.
I wonder if this counts as cradle robbing?
Hermione did love it when a plan came to fruition, but they were barely through half of it. The younger witch wanted to dance around for getting this far, but a bit of interference was still needed.
"I'll fully explain this when we are out of the woods. Figuratively and literally. First we need to get you out of here." Thank Merlin for her repertoire of spells, else she would have had to get a body sacrifice to imperious.
She wasn't that far gone.
Not yet.
"Sorry, love." Hermione quickly pulled a hair from Bellatrix's curly mane. The outrage on her face was kind of cute, but she didn't dwell on it nor on the curses the dark witch was throwing out.
"Adjuro Vas Inane." Of all the spells Hermione went over, this spell was actually the closest one that she believed would work. Who knew sex magic had real world applications. And yes, she did go over a book in sex magic.
"Luv, did you just..." The black haired witch was speechless. All the magics in the world and this is what she came up with?
"Yes, I conjured autonomous puppet capable of mimicking a precast memory spell for a limited time duration." Hermione did try not to laugh. She was trying to be technical just to play with her witch. She uncovered a small vial that held several memories that would be used as a memory core for the doll.
"You conjured a sex doll." Bellatrix said blankly. Hermione couldn't keep it in and had to laugh. It really was the easiest spell to use for their current needs. Not that need.
"This will impersonate you after a few more adjustment spells. Believe it or not this sex spell is ancient magic. It will only last for at most several hours since that is the amount of magic I've channeled into it. It will be enough time before she gets cooked." Okay, Hermione knew that joke was pretty bad, but whatever.
"A sex doll. Really? That's the best you could come up with?" Bellatrix droned on, but Hermione ignored her.
"Augurium Commutationem." This was the true spell Hermione wanted to use. Normally, it would not be a simple matter to just switch enchantments between people, or person and sex doll in this case, but a bit of spells stolen from ancient family libraries and her own enhanced foci made so much more possible. At least now she's living up to her name as a mudblood that steals magic.
I use them better anyway.
Bellatrix gasped at how much better she felt. At how much more sense the world made. At how free she felt for the first time in decades. Her Lord's mark faded, but she couldn't feel anything for it. Hermione was going to have to give a damn good explanation.
Hermione gave another glance at her work. The dark mark, the compulsion spells and whatever jinx or curse that was on her dark witch was now on the doll. The small memory orb that Hermione had conjured from her own mind was also placed into the doll. The Bellatrix she inserted here was the truly evil one from her memories. The one truly controlled and created by Voldemort.
The terror of Hermione's dreams. The one that died.
This was how Molly was able to reduce Bellatrix to dust. She knew the overweight housewife couldn't have done that feat. This is why Bellatrix Lestrange was defeated by Molly Weasley. Molly had defeated a fake. Molly had only defeated a sex doll.
Hermione quickly asked for Bellatrix's replacement wand to give to the doll. The ex-Death Eater shrugged and passed it over, she would not need a wand soon enough.
Bellatrix was starting to get annoyed at her witch. They were in a rush and everything, but it still was annoying! The witch would get punished as soon as they had privacy. She hadn't had the chance to indulge in quite a long time since their time in Azkaban. An itch she hadn't scratched in over a decade begun to itch.
It would be truly a sweet reunion.
"Go and act as the memories indicate." The doll smirked with a hateful expression before changing into smoke and quickly disappearing to go to her master.
The time for explanation had come. Hermione quickly took Bellatrix by hand and apparated them both in the Shrieking Shack. Not the best place to stay, but they were only going to stay a while before they needed to move up in time.
After using Scourgify to clean the area up a bit, place enchantment spells and conjure a bit of furniture, they were finally ready for the talk. Both still elicited to sit on the bed though.
Hermione then began to explain everything. Everything she found out. Everything about the war, its aftermath, about Ron and everything about the time suspension.
Everything.
The brunette had nothing to hide. Not from this witch anyway. She had full trust in the elder witch, until of course she was snapped out of her thoughts by a literal snap.
Hermione quickly realized that her foci had been removed and had one wrist chained to the edge of the bed. The other wrist was also chained before she could react. The chains were comfortable, but that was beside the point.
Having all three of her magical foci removed was really bad. She needed a way to prevent this from happening in the future especially against enemies. Maybe using magic with her eyes?
For now though, she was at the dark witch's mercy.
Clothes were quickly shed and Hermione accepted pleasure and punishment with bliss.
She'd have her fun soon enough. The plan wasn't over after all.
Both witches knew that time had just restarted for both of them.
Adjuro Vas Inane - Conjure Empty Vessel
Augurium Commutationem - Enchantment Exchange
Suspencio Incantatores - Spell Suspension / Suspend Incantations
AN: As always, thank you for all your feedback! I always take each of them into consideration! Wanted to reply to the guest reviews, but no way to pm!
I don't know why I keep posting around this time. My sleep schedule is a bit screwed up after all the finals and final projects. Well, finals are finally over!
Some scenes are grabbed from the Movie by the way, so don't panic!. Some just work better than others really.
The Resurrection Stone. I was always confused why it was just left there. Well! Hermione wouldn't let such a thing go to waste. Wonder what she'll use it for? Hmm maybe I should've been Slightly!EvilScientist Hermione with the way she's going x.x
Hope you like this chapter and how Molly really killed Bellatrix the Sex Doll.
Questions, comments, constructive criticism and suggestions are always appreciated!
Edit: Fix a few errors. Armless instead of Armlet, oh god, how did I miss that one o.o And to those wondering about Luna (Since I received a few pms about it), she's coming! I didn't realize this Time-Arc thing would take long. Luna's important, don't worry!