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Hermione Granger and the Knights of Walpurgis	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hermione Granger and the Knights of Walpurgis
- 2-The Poltergeist
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Disclaimer: Every single thing from the Harry Potter series belongs to the beautiful J.K Rowling.
Author's Note: I've always wanted to write a story about reverse harem ever since I discovered it. I've read mangas, books and watch animes about a female protagonist surrounded by handsome guys. So here's my first attempt at humor and a taste of reverse harem. This story has been lying in my computer since mid-February, and it has taken me a long time to post it. Thanks to annamonk for betaing the chapter since first week of March! I couldn't thank her enough! She's the best and she's been so patient with me! I would also like to thank NextHappyGirl and Stella Purple for alpha reading the story, as well as Freya-Ishtar for her kind words and for giving me advice! Thank you so much!
WARNINGS: BLOOD AND GORE, GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE
(Since this story will have plenty of action and adventure.)
Year 1996
Harry Potter disappeared during the Triwizard Tournament.
They never knew what happened to him, nor did they find him (or his body) despite the Ministry sending a team of Aurors to search for his whereabouts.
He just simply disappeared.
Gone like a whiff of smoke.
Probably even dead…
Of course, this was confirmed when Voldemort silently took over the Ministry within a year. Whispers of his resurrection had not started until eight months after Harry's disappearance.
But by then, it had already been too late.
Harry Potter, the chosen one, was dead.
Dumbledore's hope to defeat the Dark Lord using Harry was no longer an option.
Hence, the headmaster had turned to the next best thing to do the job for him.
Hermione Granger.
Her.
At seventeen, Hermione was given the task to do what should have been done a long time ago: Defeat Voldemort while his power and influence was still gaining momentum.
In short, Hermione had to go back in time and sabotage Voldemort's plans.
Nonetheless, since time-turners could go no further than forty-five years in the past, Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to ensure that Hermione would go exactly where she needed to go.
With the help of some blood magic, and some vital information from one of Voldemort's first Death Eaters - Llyod Nott, who had been a traveling companion along with five others during Voldemort's rise to power, Dumbledore had thereafter whipped out a complicated series of magical spells and runic algorithms to send Hermione forty-five years in the past, in a particular time and place that would be very convenient for her.
By convenient, Dumbledore meant sending her somewhere right in the middle of the snake's den.
The old man had also failed to mention that he had to transport her in a place where all seven men had been vulnerable and defenceless.
Certainly, they were without wands at the time, and would be rather easy for Hermione to handle... but still...Dumbledore should have warned her about the amount of naked flesh that she would see the instant she arrived.
Gunma Prefecture, Japan
Inside the Kusatsu Onsen
April 1951 (Spring Season)
Hermione nearly had an aneurysm when she saw the seven men sitting there and soaking in the hot spring. All NAKED and calmly talking about world domination and how many people they had killed or tortured so far, like they were simply talking about the weather.
Fortunately for Hermione, the effects of Dumbledore's spell had rendered her invisible to them, which allowed her the time to recover from the shock of seeing seven naked men - seven dangerous and naked men at that.
But unfortunately for her, she had to do something first before she could do a victory dance for successfully arriving in the planned location. She remembered what Dumbledore had told her before she departed.
"You will only have a minute to finish the spell, Miss Granger. Use the knife to anchor yourself to that time with the blood magic that I taught you. You will find Voldemort and his first Death Eaters upon your arrival, immediately take their blood to ensure that you will remain there. If you do not accomplish this within the time frame, I fear that you would cease to exist completely... Consider yourself warned, Miss Granger."
Hermione recalled every word. Her hands shook, and she felt slightly apprehensive when she moved towards the seven men submerged in the hot spring. She could see their bare masculine chests peeking above the water, where a tendril of steam rose up from the surface and filled the area with moist, hot air.
They were talking to each other, but they remained oblivious to her presence when Hermione neared them.
She took a deep breath and started to count the seconds.
Tom Riddle was sitting in the middle with six others on either side of him.
With his wavy dark locks wet from the water, Hermione couldn't help but stare at the handsome face of the man who had killed her best friend.
Suddenly, Hermione had the overwhelming urge to send an immobilizing curse at the future Dark Lord and wondered if he could drown or if he would end up paralyzed at the bottom of the onsen.
But for her to do that, she needed her magic, which she didn't have at the moment.
The seconds were passing quickly. Her time was running out.
For that reason alone, Hermione must hurry up and perform the ritual, or she'd end up becoming non-existent.
As much as she wanted to use the knife and end them where they sit, the magical blade could only nick their skin to draw the blood, and no more than that.
Hermione was living on borrowed time. The men could not see her because she still didn't exist to them. She was like a ghost, a shade, and the only way for her to be on the same level of existence as them - and also wield her magic - was to use their magical bloodlines to anchor herself to their time.
If she didn't get this done in a hurry, she would simply disappear. Her mission would be for naught; plus Dumbledore would be pissed at her if she failed.
As she drew closer and closer to the men, Hermione was relieved that the water wasn't translucent, because she seriously didn't want to see anything that her panicking mind couldn't handle. Seeing Voldemort and his six Death Eaters soaking in a hot spring was enough to give her an apoplexy.
One of them was talking, while the rest were listening. Hermione's eyes surveyed the other six, and she had to grudgingly admit that they weren't all bad looking either, even though she knew that they were definitely evil to the core.
Indeed, they were an impressive assortment of influential heirs from the prominent pureblood families. Now in their mid-twenties, they didn't look like the teenagers she had seen in Slughorn's memory that Dumbledore had obtained.
At a glance, Tom Riddle certainly didn't waste his time in gathering powerful followers who had the same charm and looks as he had. Aside from their family connections, Riddle probably had his Death Eaters cultivate those attractive qualities to manipulate people to their own ends.
"You should have seen how the muggle begged, my Lord," a blonde man was saying, a golden blonde compared to the other one sitting beside him, who was definitely a Malfoy, with that curly, shoulder-length platinum blonde hair.
The Abraxas Malfoy. It was clear Lucius took after his father. The man's face was a thing of beauty, but like his son, his heart must be made of stone.
The other blonde - the one who was talking - must be Fabian Avery.
"He was screaming like a bloody girl when I tore off his nails with the denailing curse. He even wet himself after that..." Avery suddenly laughed at his own words, a great barking sound that made Hermione shiver from the sound of it.
The blonde looked quite pleased as he glanced towards the silent man, who had his arms extended and propped up on the the stone brim on either side of him; cobalt-blue eyes coolly assessing the other six men who was there, and listening carefully like the rest.
Tom Riddle didn't resemble the gangly teenager she had seen in the memory that Dumbledore had shown her in the pensieve.
No, he looked like a man in his prime. Devastatingly handsome with a pair of lapis lazuli eyes, which were hooded by thick, sooty lashes. He had an aquiline nose; straight and long, with the right thinness on the bridge; prominent cheekbones, a finely-moulded mouth with a full lower lip; and lastly, a strong jaw marked by a cleft in the middle.
The future Dark Lord looked perfect, deceptively so because Hermione knew what lurked beneath his handsome mask. The disguise he donned so well concealed a terrifying monster.
"Were you able to acquire what we wanted from him, Avery?" Tom Riddle asked while Hermione hurriedly knelt on the stone path right behind the three men who leaned against it.
She ignored the fact that they were all broad shouldered and leanly muscled. Even more when she noted their golden skin, which they had probably obtained from their long travels.
The men were still unaware of her existence. Counting the time in her mind, she realized that she had thirty seconds left to feed the dagger with their blood.
She knew she had to work quickly.
The first one she took blood from didn't so much as flinch, but he did shrug his shoulders afterwards like he was shaking off a fly. It was a man with reddish brown hair - Theodore Nott's grandfather, Llyod Nott.
The person that had made it possible for her to travel to this time and place. He had provided Dumbledore this certain memory, but not without the use of coercion.
Hermione was moving again, more urgently, and all the while carefully listening to the men's conversation.
" -He was no longer adamant about giving us a part of his vast holdings in the Nagano Prefecture, which I might add, is located conveniently near the Nagano River. Weren't you looking for freshly caught Kappas, my Lord? I hear that there are more of those monkey-like water dwellers in those parts. Perhaps we-"
"Mulciber had already captured one for me, and has harvested the necessary organs. There's no need to bother with capturing another. In the meantime, I want to know what you did with the muggle businessman after you were done with him."
Hermione went to the next person, cutting him on the shoulder. Like the first man, this one didn't even move as Hermione fed his blood into her blade. If she guessed correctly, this person must be Benjamin Lestrange - a well-known masochist, and the youngest of the group.
She moved to the next man, someone with shoulder-length black hair, Edmund Rosier. Hermione deduced. She hastily swiped her dagger out which was now pulsing with a dark blue light.
She had less than fifteen seconds left.
"I burnt him alive and disposed of his ashes, my lord."
"I hope that you did a thorough job at cleaning up, Avery. I don't want any of the Japanese Magical Law Enforcement nipping at our heels until we leave the country. It would be rather... limiting."
"Of course, my Lord. The muggle's remains had been scattered to the winds, and there weren't any eye-witnesses around when I did it," Avery responded with a laugh.
However, his laughter was abruptly cut short when Hermione nicked him with the dagger.
She got an immense satisfaction from seeing him jerk upright and exclaim,
"What in the-!", just right before the blonde man turned and looked directly at her.
At once, Hermione froze on the spot with her heart pounding loudly against her chest. She was kneeling on the stone path that surrounding the hot spring, which had allowed her to circumnavigate around the men and collect their blood.
There was a frown marring on Avery's brows while he rubbed the area where Hermione had cut. Yet the blonde did not see her.
Sighing in relief at the realization, Hermione began moving again towards the next man.
When Fabian Avery saw nothing there, he turned his head back to his comrades, who gazed at him with curiosity.
"Why were you yelling?"
"Nothing... I thought something bit me. It must be a-"
"OUCH!"
"Bloody hell!"
Hermione nicked both Abraxas Malfoy and the man with sleek brown hair in haste, not intending to waste any more time. Their loud exclamations had drawn the other men's attention.
She noted the sense of wariness, confusion and uneasiness playing across their faces.
"What's going on?!" Riddle was asking while Hermione moved towards him. She had purposely left him for last.
Needing his blood as much as the other six, Hermione drew the dagger against the side of his neck as she knelt low behind him.
With Riddle just in her reach and unaware of her presence, a part of Hermione wanted to see him bleed, and perhaps a deep, angry part of her wanted to see if the dagger would allow her to cut his carotid vein and be done with him.
So, after pressing the dagger hard on the side of Riddle's neck, Hermione slashed swiftly, steeling herself for the sight of blood. To Hermione's extreme disappointment, the dagger merely left a thin and shallow slice mark on Riddle's neck. It didn't even cut deeply into his skin, although the alarmed look on Tom Riddle's face upon discovering the wound was well worth it.
He looked confused at first when he touched his fingers towards his neck and it came out speckled with blood. From confusion it turned to alarm and fright at the fact that he was actually bleeding from an unexplained cut.
Then, his eyes widened slightly as if he finally comprehended something, and immediately shouted to the other men there.
"SOMEONE IS HERE WITH US!"
And just like that, all hell broke loose, the seven men sprang into action - all in their wet, naked glory, splashing and shouting in the waist deep waters.
"WHAT?!"
"I knew it! I felt the wind shifting behind me right before I felt like something bite my shoulder!"
"THEY MUST BE USING A DISILLUSIONMENT CHARM TO HIDE THEIR PRESENCE!"
"CREEPY FREAK!"
They were yelling as they scrambled to their feet. The sight of them seared Hermione's retinas. She might as well have spontaneously combusted from the amount of flesh revealed to her.
SHITE! She thought averting her gaze, but it was already too late. She had seen enough to last her a lifetime. She was fairly certain life as a nun would suit her.
With her face suffused with colour, she tried to complete the ritual. She sliced her palm open with the dagger, allowing the dagger to suck her life's blood while she started chanting.
Hermione pointedly ignored the men who had now started shouting and cursing at her, looking this way and that, trying to find her while they covered themselves with their hands.
"Redacti sunt hoc tempore,"Hermione recited the spell, trying not to get distracted by the shouts and the wet and glistening men not too far away from her.
"SHOW YOURSELF YOU LITTLE SHITE!" Clifford Mulciber yelled, nearly stumbling up to his feet while his hands covered his family jewels.
Hermione continued without stopping, "Tenentur eis ad me..."
"WHOEVER YOU ARE! WE ARE GOING TO FUCKIN' KILL YOU, DO YOU HEAR?!" Fabian Avery added with a shout, his bare butt rose above the water, pale unlike the rest of him, as he hastily waded through the water, whipping his head around.
"WAIT UNTIL WE GET OUR HANDS ON YOU, YOU LOWLIFE!" Llyod Nott roared, standing back to back along with the others who had stood up as if preparing for an attack.
"YOU ARE AS GOOD AS DEAD FOR TRESPASSING ON OUR PRIVACY!" Edmund Rosier was shouting, at the same time Riddle was saying loudly, "Who are you to dare to come to our den?!"
"We booked this Hot Spring Resort! How in Merlin's pants are you even here, you - you invisible pervert!" Abraxas Malfoy sputtered in indignation, sounding like an affronted maiden and resembling one with his face flushed red.
Meanwhile, Benjamin Lestrange was hollering, "HENTAI! HENTAI!" as if he assumed she was Japanese or something.
Hermione would have laughed out loud at the sight of them standing in a tight circle, shoulder to shoulder, with their hands covering their male bits and surveying the area with wild, vigilant eyes.
They waited for her to respond, but Hermione didn't because she was still busy completing the ritual.
Her silence, however, had the men all agitated. They continued shouting and yelling at her once more, her lack of response clearly feeding their fury and fear.
"Where are you?!"
"We know you are still in here! Show yourself!"
"Yes, show yourself! And fight us like a man, you craven bastard!"
Still, Hermione remained silent and invisible to them, while she hurried to finish the spell.
She had six seconds left.
"Tempus et spatium flexuram..."
Even if she did talk, they probably wouldn't be able to hear her at all. As far as Hermione knew, the only thing that she could use was the dagger. Everything around her would remain intangible until she completed the ritual.
"Et mihi eos agitent..."
As it turned out, in the end, Hermione must have botched the ritual because for some reason, the men couldn't see her, and her magic remained unresponsive when she tried to cast a spell, even after a whole minute had elapsed.
Likewise everything she possessed - from her wand, to the clothes on her back and to the small, maroon purse that she carried - were all invisible.
And speaking of clothes, Dumbledore hadn't been kidding at all when he had said that he had planned to equip her with a full battle gear for her mission. Hermione had no choice but to don the entire thing that had been fitted solely for her, because almost all of the Order members had made a particular contributions to her entire get-up, as a parting gift of some sort, which they believed would serve well for her mission if she ended up running for her life.
"We are at war, Miss Granger, and war makes heartless men out of even the most noblest of people." Those exact words kept echoing from the recess of Hermione's mind, which she remembered Dumbledore saying to her at one point, but she failed to recall when it was and what had transpired prior to that.
"There are tough choices that a man in power must do in times of war, and making certain sacrifices are one of them. To save many, you must sacrifice a few, and Harry Potter was one such sacrifice."
Thus, most of the Order members had helped her prepare for her mission and put her under a ruthless training regime, despite the fact that some of them had initial misgivings, namely: Severus Snape, Charlie Weasley, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, while the women had protested in the sidelines, more specifically Molly Weasley.
The rest of the Order members, on the other hand, were more amenable in imparting certain aspects of their profession. Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt put her under a harsh Auror training for seven months, placing her together with Neville, Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Bill and other new trustworthy members, like Luna Lovegood.
Moody and Shacklebolt had purposely accelerated their training program to prepare them for the oncoming war. The two seasoned Aurors termed them as child soldiers of their generation.
Throughout their training, Hermione had gotten close to the others as well, especially Neville, whom Hermione suspected Dumbledore was going to use as another sacrificial lamb for the war; a reserve or a spare to either hers or Harry's position.
This fact alone angered Hermione greatly, but Neville had always been ready to assure her that he was willing to step into whatever role that Dumbledore had set up for him, in able to save the Wizarding World, which had been in desperate need of a savior.
Hence, Hermione could only watch him do what he believed he must do. She watched him grow strong and become more determined with every obstacle that the Order members had thrown at them. And when the moment Dumbledore started mentoring Neville himself, like the old man had done to Harry previously, Hermione vowed that she would complete her mission in the past and stop the war from ever happening, and prevent Neville and the Order members from becoming the necessary sacrifices that Dumbledore didn't mind expending.
That's why Dumbledore had sent her in the past without as much as a protest from her. And the clothes that Dumbledore had fitted her with were testament to how deeply the old man had been afraid of losing the war in the future.
Currently, Hermione wore a pair of black lightweight pants; a dark green dragonhide vest on top of her black long sleeve shirt; finger-less dragonhide gloves (of the same colour) that reached up to her elbows, where a wand holster was attached to her right glove, and a hidden mechanism on the left that would release three specific vials of either a Veritaserum, a Dittany or an Undetectable Poison right into her left hand.
She also wore a pair of comfortable dragonhide boots that nearly reached up to her knees and covered most of her pants, and with similar hidden mechanism that Fred and George and Charlie had created for her. There was a special black hair-tie to keep her wild, chestnut curls out of her face, plus the other things that she carried inside her small, maroon purse that hang from the belt secured on her waist. The purse contained more of the things that the other Order members had asked her to carry.
Fred and George had given her useful items that she could use for diversion or evasion tactics while Snape had brewed a variety of potions for her, ranging from blood replenishing potion, Bloodroot poison and to the most complicated one; the Polyjuice potion.
Meanwhile, Professor Lupin had given her a sealed envelope, which she had been ordered to only open by full-moon, whereas Sirius Black had provided her with the latest broomstick and a special mirror in the hopes that she would be able to communicate with the Order from the past. Inwardly, Hermione highly doubted about the possibility of it happening.
The Heir Apparent of the House of Black had been a great help in teaching her how to fly a broom. Other than learning the basic muggle self-defence in Auror training, the Order members had made certain that they were prepared for a sky battle. Although she was not as good as Harry had been - or Ginny - who had taken to flying like a pro.
On the other hand, the one who tailored her dragonhide ensemble was Charlie Weasley, and the twins had helped him design the hidden mechanisms in the gear.
Additionally,Charlie had fashioned her clothing after the Dragon Keepers of Ukraine, where she remembered they wore specialized boots that would allow them to stick unto the Dragon's back while they cleaned or ride the magnificent creatures for flying exercises. Charlie had been adamant that she wore them before she had left. The man can be overbearing sometimes but she rather like him for his concern.
There were other items that Hermione had received, like the goblin-forged dagger she was using, which was given to her by Bill Weasley. The rest was stashed safely inside her purse, or concealed within the folds or pockets of her clothing.
All the same, the things with her remained invisible. Perhaps it might be due to the fact that all her personal effects hadn't been created yet that it remained incorporeal?
Have I become non-existent somehow? Hermione worried, dread and fear churned at the pit of her belly, like an acid that was bound to cause her a stomach ulcer in the near future.
Yet the tugging sensation in her heart told her a different story, indicating that she was connected to that time in the way Professor Dumbledore had told her to expect.
Nonetheless, she was now unsure what Dumbledore had truly wanted her to do in that time because the old man definitely didn't tell her the entirety of her mission details.
Faced with this new problem, Hermione's stomach roiled due to her rising anxiety.
Damn Dumbledore for providing me with so little information! She mentally grumbled.
Nibbling her lower lip, Hermione hastily put the dagger away. Her hand shook slightly as the weapon - made of silver - dropped into her purse, which had been secretly enlarged from within using a nifty extension charm.
Once that was done, she turned her attention back to the men who were still making idle threats toward her.
"- skewer you like a - like a fish kebob!-" Benjamin Lestrange was saying, at the same time Clifford Mulciber said, "- skinning you alive will not be enough to satisfy me -"
Not wanting to be bested by the other men, Abraxas Malfoy joined into the ongoing threats as well, "I will blast you into smithereens, and feed your bits and pieces to my peacock and-"
"You don't have a fuckin' peacock, Malfoy!" Llyod Nott interjected in annoyance.
To which Malfoy responded in a nonplussed tone, "That can be remedied once we get to India -"
"We are certainly not going to stop by at the apothecary for you to- !" Avery was about to say when Riddle interrupted.
"Silence! All of you!" Riddle ordered sharply, stopping them before it could turn into an argument.
Hermione had a difficult time looking at all of them, especially at Riddle.
Yes, especially at Voldemort.
I didn't know that the Dark Lord was hot as a - came her unbidden thought. However, when she realized that she was openly ogling Riddle's broad shoulders, toned arms and sculpted chest, her eyes swiftly skittered away, silently cursing herself for easily getting distracted.
"And Abraxas, you're not going to use our funds to buy your precious peacock! Now listen!" Hermione heard Riddle say and all the men fell silent at once.
With her ears trained towards them, she slowly stood up, her gaze sweeping over the area and looking for the nearest exit.
Since she didn't know how long her invisibility would last, it was better if she prepared herself for any possible scenarios, which included making a wise retreat from there and avoid getting caught by any of the men.
Judging from the darkness that she could see beyond the screen of cropped bamboos that circled around the hot spring, Hermione perceived that it was nighttime.
Meanwhile, to her far right, she caught sight of an open doorway with a big, blue cloth hanging half-way from the door frame. Given that there was no door that she could see, Hermione guessed that the cloth serve as sort of a door and to provide a sense of privacy for the people who were bathing inside; the same purpose as the barricade of bamboos that screened the hot spring and separated the women's bath from the men.
"We need to move out of here and get our wands from the locker room, or we will remain wide open for an attack. Now, move it!" Riddle said in a tone that brooked no argument, and upon hearing his words about their wands being left somewhere, Hermione was rather surprised – and a bit bemused - by this astonishing fact.
What utter fools they were for doing such a thing. Or perhaps they had been too confident with their combined strength that they had never expected an attack in here?
Finally, she knew why Dumbledore had sent her to that specific time and place, unfortunately for her, apart from being a silent and unseen spectator or like a peeping-Tom as some of the men assumed, she couldn't do anything more at the moment.
Hearing the sounds of water splashing and more cursing from behind her, Hermione couldn't resist looking around.
Apparently, the men did what Riddle had commanded, because the instant she whipped her head in their direction, she was presented by the sight of them hauling themselves up from the water.
With water droplets trickling down their bodies, wet hair plastered to the sides of their attractive faces, and with their lean muscles rippling as they half-bolted and half-stumbled out of there, Hermione nearly tipped over the hot spring when she stared at them with her mouth gaping open.
At that point, she had a difficult time averting her gaze at the tantalizing images of the finest male specimens that she had ever laid eyes on.
Shock was the understatement of the year.
Hermione could feel her cheeks burning while within the confines of her mind, these words ran like a mantra, They're evil! They're a bunch of power-hungry bastards! They're hot, evil, sadistic son-of-morgana's! I mean, they're hot - I mean - GAH!
One by one - or by twos - the men exited through the doorway with a blue flap that had a bold Japanese character printed on it, where they pushed the cloth aside to exit the premises.
She felt as though her eyes needed a thorough scrubbing after she watched them scurry away - buck naked - to retrieve their wands, which they had unthinkingly left at some other place.
Riddle was the last to rise up from the water like a friggin' Dark God.
Like Hades rising up from the river of fire, Phlegethon.
In super-slow motion, truly super slow, the Dark Lord stepped out from the hot spring, his entire skin glistening with water, which she noticed looked darker in contrast to what she remembered him sporting in his teen years.
Mayhap gallivanting around the world had other benefits after all - besides learning different kinds of dark magic, spreading his influence and gaining more allies or followers - perhaps getting a tan from the constant sun exposure had been one of them, too.
Riddle stood there wet and exposed for Hermione's eyes to feast on.
And feast she did.
Tom Riddle was a man now, full-grown, compared to the teen that she remembered seeing in the memory.
If Hermione was not mistaken, Riddle might have sparkled a bit from the sheen of water that draped him, or there was something very wrong with her eyes.
He looked like a supermodel, or a Greek God, or - Oh, merlin's breath! Hermione thought as she watched Tom Riddle stride forward, shaking his wet, dark locks and combing his long fingers through them while his muscles flexed in time with his movements; in super-super slow motion.
She didn't know whether Riddle was doing it deliberately - putting on a show for her slowly, even though he couldn't see her, and she was not complaining in the least - or if her brain had short circuited the instant her gazed landed on Riddle's taut buttocks and the cute dimples on his lower back.
Certainly, emptying a bucket full of icy water on herself wouldn't be enough to cool down her temperature. She didn't dare look anywhere else or she might have dreams… ahem - I mean nightmares, about Riddle naked... and - and - Shite!
Riddle had suddenly turned towards her, giving her a full of view of his -
Hermione choked, her face heating up and she was tempted to just merely dive into the water and drown herself for reacting like a silly teenager; even when she was one.
Swallowing audibly, Hermione tried really hard not to stare, but it was of no use, especially when curiosity got the better off of her.
After all, you don't get to see the future Dark Lord's dangly bits that often.
So Hermione stared, and stared, and stared some more, until her face turned red as a tomato. Riddle was frowning in her general direction, but he couldn't see her, and Hermione was grateful for that, because she knew he wouldn't hesitate to cast an Avada curse at her for leering at him like a depraved pervert.
A moment later, the world went back to its normal pace.
She watched the future Dark Lord pivot around and stride after the others. Whether she felt relieved or slightly disappointed about him leaving, she couldn't tell, but she was certainly eyeing his squeeze-worthy-butt as he was walking away.
She remained there for what seemed like a minute. When she was finally able to regain her senses - and closed her mouth - she immediately straightened up, suddenly realizing that lingering there would not resolve her current predicament by itself.
What to do now? Now that I can't seem to cast a spell with my wand? Should I remain here and observe them while still invisible, but faced with the uncertainty of being ultimately discovered?... Or fall back, look for a safe place to hide, and then find another opportunity to complete my mission, but risk the chance of losing their tracks?
A war waged within Hermione. Anxiety gnawed at her stomach as she began moving towards the exit.
Pushing the blue cloth aside, Hermione contemplated making a run for it, putting a good distance between herself and the seven, dangerous men who were currently in the process of sniffing her out.
Although, after she carefully dissected Dumbledore's words, his possible hidden motives and his tendency for not completely divulging minor details about what her mission entailed, Hermione began to wonder if the blood ritual did work as it was originally intended: to keep her hidden so that she could complete her goal in ruining Riddle's plans.
She recalled what Dumbledore had told her when she was in third year. "You must not be seen," he had said right before she and Harry had used the time-turner to save Sirius.
Yes, this might be what Dumbledore wanted me to do all along. She suspected after a thorough deliberation. Being in this wraithlike form might be a boon, but it is fruitless if I can't use my magic or could not affect the things in the other plain of existence as I am now. Nonetheless, it is still too early to presume that everything is permanent.
Hermione could only hope that it wasn't the case.
Reconnaissance it is then. She decided at last. Having a good grasp on how the men worked alongside each other – to see them in action and understand how the entire group obeyed the chain of command - would be quite beneficial in the long run.
Carefully following the water trails that the men had left behind, Hermione didn't give much thought about the odd architecture of the place. She barely glanced at the paper-thin sliding doors, the polished hardwood floors, or the beautiful rock garden that she had espied upon leaving the hot spring.
No footsteps were heard as she treaded over the short hallway. And as she went further in, Hermione could hear low murmurs ahead, signalling to her that she was nearing her destination.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hermione Granger and the Might of the Phoenix SNIPPETS:
"SHE CAN'T FIGHT THIS WAR FOR US, DUMBLEDORE! SHE'S ONLY BUT A CHILD!" Sirius yelled, holding the girl's head as she continued to seize on the floor. At the same time, Remus and Snape was trying to restrain the girl's flailing limbs while muttering incantations to stabilize her deteriorating condition.
"She was," the old man murmured with an implacable look on his face. The usual twinkle in his cerulean blue eyes was gone.
And had been since the war began.
"She's no longer a child the moment she joined the Order."
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"What has Dumbledore done to her?" Bill asked, voicing out what the others were probably thinking at the moment. A trickle of fear crawling up his spine as he watched the entire massacre. He could almost feel the unease seeping out from the other men who was observing the carnage.
They watched in horrified silence, as the girl they knew as Hermione Granger, butchered a dozen werewolves.
With her eyes glowing silver, she used the goblin-forged dagger (which he gave her) to demolish Greyback's pack of werewolves. The light from the full moon, and the cliffhang where they stood, provided them a better vantage point of what was happening below.
"What has he done to her?" Bill repeated, turning pale by the second when he saw the rain of blood, limbs and severed heads that flew just after they saw Hermione's deadly daggers flashed out. Her movements a blur, precise and fatal like she was raised to be a killer since she was born.
Spinning and twisting in a merciless dance of death, her braided hair whipping about in time with her action. A downward strike there, and there would be limbs or heads missing. A slash here, and there would be guts spilling, a coil of intestines hanging out from the eviscerated wound, and a litter of dark blood gushing out from the howling werewolf as Hermione finished the creature off by cleanly decapitating it in seconds.
From the corner of his eyes, Bill noticed that Sirius Black looked beside himself with fury. There was a muscle leaping from the dark-haired man's jawline while his stormy gray eyes never left the small figure who was currently fighting those monstrous creatures below.
"She's only seventeen..."
Bill heard the Black heir say in a strained voice. He keenly observed how Sirius' hand tightened around the wand he held.
"Only seventeen..."
However, that wasn't what Bill wanted to hear.
He wanted to know what the hell Dumbledore did to the girl, whom he had been spending months teaching the ways of the coin and goblin politics.
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His hand twitched around the wand he held when he saw a brutish werewolf sneaking up on the girl's unguarded side, but Severus held himself still. He was there to make observation. It wouldn't do if he intervene with the test that Albus Dumbledore had set out for the girl.
"Her muscle memory has been encoded with more than a hundred muggle battle forms. She can take care of herself. She doesn't need anyone to help her," He reminded himself, like Dumbledore had reminded him not to stop the girl if she left the refugee camp that day.
"The runes that we carved on her back will be activated on the night of the full moon. You must take her wand before dusk. You can only return it to her once she has regain back her senses," those were Dumbledore's exact words before the former headmaster had left with the Longbottom boy.
"Dumbledore had discovered the fourteenth use of the Dragon's Blood," He informed those who hadn't known yet, watching as the girl in question aimed a roundhouse kick at a werewolf who had tried to attack her from behind. Spinning around with her leg high, she hit the werewolf directly in the chest with so much force that he could hear the sound of the bones cracking even from up there. The werewolf's howl fell flat instantly when its chest caved in. The creature flew a few yards away right before slamming into a tree with a resounding crash.
He didn't need to look twice to know that the werewolf was already dead before it had hit the sentinel tree.
And yet the girl was already on the move once more, slashing and twisting while Greyback's pack of werewolves started attacking her from all sides.
"And mixed with the blood of the Phoenix. She is what Dumbledore have created."
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Percy was close to vomitting when the girl ripped the spine from a werewolf with her bare hand. The sharp cracking sounds of the bone as it was detached from the body was sickening to listen to. CRACK CRACK CRACK it went as the vertebrae was forcefully torn from the ribs one by one while dark blood dripped down Hermione's arm. The girl's eyes were glowing. Her expression remained blank while she dispatched the werewolves as easily like they were annoying flies.
With her face smeared by blood, and a scatter of bits and pieces of werewolf parts that had gotten stuck to the dragonhide clothes that Charlie fashioned for her, Hermione Granger was frightening to behold.
"And what is she?" Percy asked in a hoarse voice, his stomach heaved at the bloody sight. Yet he could not deny the slight twist in his belly that clearly indicated that he was concern for the girl, who was fighting alone down there.
"A weapon of destruction," he heard Snape say, just as Hermione snapped out her hand and punched a werewolf in the neck. There was a sound of breaking bones, a short gurgling noise, and then the sight of red drizzle when the girl's hand sunk into the creature's throat, before she ripped it out along with its spine.
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"Enough talking," Mad-eye Moody interrupted, stepping forward. "She's nearly done. We must restrain her before she notices that we're here. Or she'll be butchering us next."
Seeing the girl in that state made even him sick.
He could no longer deny that what Dumbledore had done to the girl was unforgivable.
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"Dumbledore will surely be happy to know that his serum worked," Sirius remarked venomously as he leaned over the cliff to get a better look at the girl, who was in the process of ripping another werewolf's jugular. Hermione's braided hair now appeared matted and clamped with blood, with more of that crimson wetness trickling down her face.
"Be on your guard. Don't let her take your wand.. If she has a wand in her hand, we are done for," Kingsley Shacklebolt warned from beside him, and Sirius wanted to punch something while he watched the brilliant girl he knew turned into a mindless killing machine.
They needed to stop her before she would disappear on them completely.
...
It took fifteen of them to try to stop her, and nearly all of them were critically wounded.
However, she escaped before they could drag her back to the camp.
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Neville listened to the men argue around him. He wasn't the only who was worried for Hermione. After arriving with Dumbledore from a horcrux hunt, Neville had been tempted to throw a potted plant at the old man when the others had informed him what Dumbledore had done to his friend. But he kept silent and listened carefully. He couldn't make a rash decision without completely hearing what had happened last night.
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"We can't let her fall into the wrong hands,"
Remus Lupin felt like growling at Dumbledore after the old man said it, treating Hermione like she was just a mere weapon for the Order.
"I'm afraid we are too late, Dumbledore." He snapped, not able to stop the anger from creeping into his voice, which Dumbledore easily took note of.
Dumbledore turned to him with his eyes narrowed.
"I've tracked her scent." Remus remarked, not backing away from the old man's penetrating stare. "The girl is heading straight for the castle... To Hogwarts."
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Voldemort felt fear like no other as he stared into the girl's glowing silver eyes, along with a human emotion that he hadn't felt in years.
Desire.
"This must be because of my new body." He thought, clawing at the feminine hand that held him by the throat while the girl continued to sniff him like a feral beast.
"What are you?" He managed to choke out, tightening his hand around the girl's wrist while waving his other hand to try and remove the mudblood girl from himself; non-verbally and wandlessly.
But his magic had no effect on her. None whatsoever.
"I am..." the girl began in a whisper, lips brushing closely against the shell of his ear. Her hot breath blowing strands of his dark hair. "...Death.."
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"We must lock away her memories. She can't know anything..."
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"Miss Granger, you best get yourself prepared. You will be departing within three hours."
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"Do you need any help?"
Hermione heard someone asked from outside her tent, and she couldn't help but blush when she realized that she truly can't put on the battle gear by herself. The thing was a complicated piece of clothing to put on.
Walking towards the entrance to her tent, she pulled the flap aside and let Charlie in.
"I'm sorry, but could you please help me put this thing...?"
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"Are you seeing what I'm seeing, George?"
Hermione whipped her head around the instant she heard Fred's voice. Charlie was in the process of putting up her boots and smoothing them up to her thighs without triggering the hidden mechanism when the twins entered her tent.
"Is that our brother feeling up our little lioness?" George chimed in. They were both wearing identical grins as they stood at the entrance with their arms crossed.
"This is not the time to be joking around, Fred. George. Hermione will be leaving soon. She needs to be ready before Dumbledore calls her away," Charlie responded, scowling. His hands still busy with trying to laced up her boots.
"Then, do you need any assistance, brother of ours?" Fred asked, sauntering towards them, with George not far behind.
Hermione glared at them in warning.
"If you must," Charlie responded distractedly, not seeing the wide grins that appeared on the twin's faces.
"No funny business boys," Hermione said to them as they neared, giving them both her arms.
"Did you hear that George?" Fred asked as he took her right hand to start helping. "No funny business, she said."
"Us? Doing something...naughty?" George laughed softly while he took her left hand.
Just as they said at the same time, "Of course, we won't!"
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"Out of the three of us..even when Harry was still alive. Why am I the only one who is always getting left behind?" Ron asked in a small voice, staring into those pair of caramel orbs that he adored so much.
His heart was breaking. He was about to say goodbye to the girl that he love, but too scared to admit his feelings to.
"But you're not getting left behind, Ron..." Hermione said, "You are with the Or-"
"But I am! Harry is dead!" He responded in frustration, clenching his hands into fists. "And now you're leaving to Merlin-knows-where without knowing if I will ever see you again! I don't want to lose you too!"
"You're not going to lose me, Ron." Hermione replied, pulling him into a tight hug.
He hugged her back.
"I'm coming back as soon as I finish my mission," He heard her murmur reassuringly.
"Come back alive, Hermione...Promise me that. I - I don't want to lose another - another...friend..." He intoned, tightening his grip on her.
"I promise I will come back...I will see all of you guys sooner than you expect."
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