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From Light to Darkness	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 15622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten – Broken Promises

He hears the silence. He sees the darkness. He's the only one who can stop the killing.

Harry’s face was hit by the cold April wind as the weather was changing rapidly, he watched the waves around him as he stood there on the rock on his own. A place only few people knew about. If he dove on his right, he could reach the black cave, where Voldemort had hid the Locket, but for now he remained there, standing and watching the line of the horizon as he tried to clean his head.

He used this place as to take some moments to relax and reconsider things. It was a place he and Hermione hated as it was involved in their past but it was a lonely and not easily approachable place so he had his chance to think things over in peace.

He knew they were heading towards the end, and that scared him, he had promised to Hermione that he’d be safe and that he’d take care of her and their children but now, as he could feel the end nearing once again, he wondered if he could keep that promise. There was the plan B, that involved Hermione and their kids’ survival, in case he couldn’t make it in the battle that was coming but he didn’t want to disappoint his wife, not after the things she had been through.

He could feel the end approaching, the ministries were uniting forces one after the other, as they put aside their differences and problems before his threat. He smirked at the thought, the ministers had gotten too scared of Voldemort and they didn’t want another one to take over, not after the British’ sacrifices to take him down. Harry’s smirk turned into an angry scowl as he remembered how helpless he had felt when not only the European ministries but not even the British ministry hadn’t helped him in some way to take down his lethal enemy. How mainly he and Hermione had made it through those dark days in the tent, and then how much of a trouble the ministry had been when Harry and Hermione decided to take revenge for their abduction and tortures.

He felt the pain and realized that he was digging his nails in his palm in anger as his hands had turned into tight fists. He tried to relax and the thought of Hermione and her pregnancy crossed his mind. He smiled as he thought of his kids, growing inside Hermione’s body. It had been weeks ever since they learnt about the children that now were four months old inside their mother’s womb. Hermione had been over the moon for the past weeks and Harry could only be happy as she looked more normal than ever, her voice was less and less colored in that hysteric edge and her eyes seemed more calmed and focused in reality than ever. Only one more pregnancy had gotten that far and a bit more and back then Hermione was way more tired and troubled because of the baby while now she was carrying three kids and everything seemed almost perfect.

There were still the nightmares and the fears and the hysteric crying out of the blue but her physical state was good and her pregnancy was normal so far, her body was preservable thanks to the numerous potions she consumed daily and her spirits were high as she was positive that this pregnancy would be successful to the end.

His wife’s thought and the fact of him being needed back in the Headquarters made Harry to look around him for a last time and then apparate away in black smoke, not knowing that someone was watching under an invisibility cloak on another rock close by…

‘Master Potter, we need your help with the links that will be sent across the globe.’ Were the first words Harry heard when he showed up in the apparition point in the kitchen of Grimmauld. He nodded his head and moved close to Mr. Brandon who gave him a list of names and locations. Harry was about to make the greatest treaty between wizards and no-human species so he could have their support n the upcoming battle.

‘OK, send Margaret Miller to the vampires of Transylvania, at least if she doesn’t succeeds Hermione will be happy to learn that Miller died.’ Harry first said and chuckled with Brandon doing the same. ‘I need you to send the inner circle members to the creatures here in Europe, make sure the Medusas, Giants, Chimeras and Minotaurs come to our side.’ Harry went on and Brandon nodded his head in understanding.

‘What about the Dementors, my lord?’ Brandon asked and Harry sobered and looked at the older man deep in the eyes.

‘No dementors,’ Harry said in a dead serious voice. ‘Half of them are used by the ministry and they can easily change sides even in the middle of the battle, plus, I don’t want such creatures in my team, I don’t mess with the souls.’ Harry added and Brandon only nodded. Harry Potter had turned out to be a cruel man but he didn’t want even his enemies to feel the cold and the miserable desperation a dementor could cause. He had been threaten with the Dementor’s Kiss right before he could escape and find Hermione when they first started their rise to power and he knew what Hell tasted like.

‘As you wish, my Lord.’ Brandon said and Harry sighed and looked at the man he trusted so much. Henry Brandon was the son of a very old family bound by black magic through the centuries, he had followed Harry the moment the younger man had asked of his help when he had started his journey as the Master of Death. Some people believed that the Brandons were Merlin’s heirs, powerful wizards and witches that didn’t accept to remain captives of the purebloods’ believes and that’s why they had been banished from the pureblood families of Britain, that’s why Harry had asked of Brandon’s alliance.

Because Harry saw in Brandon’s family the future he wanted for the Wizarding world. After the traitors and hypocrites were out of the way, the Wizarding world could be finally free full of purebloods and half-bloods ready to share their magic with muggles and muggleborns.

‘Draco Malfoy sent a message, sir,’ Brandon said and Harry looked at him in interest.

‘He informed us about the upcoming invitation of Minerva McGonagall’s to you sir, she will want you to meet her in Hogwarts for a last try of reconsidering and stopping the war.’ Brandon said and Harry laughed this time, surprising the older man.

‘Has the official “invitation” arrived?’ Harry asked and Brandon shook his head. That very moment a bright purple shine lit the room and the fire in the fireplace turned purple too, there the recorded message started playing. ‘Speak of the Devil…’ Harry whispered as he turned around and looked at the fire.

‘Harry Potter, I wish to speak with your privately in the Forbidden Forest, tonight at five o’clock, close to Grawp’s old area. Lets try and talk about the upcoming battle that only death will spread to our sides. Think of Hermione’s safety and mental health and don’t play with fire.’ Minerva’s face said as it was appeared in the flames. The message was ended and with it the purple glow that had changed the fire. After that Harry smiled and looked at Brandon.

‘That my friend, was fear and a trap that I will willingly step into…’ Harry said and Brandon was ready to talk but Harry went on. ‘They know I’m unstoppable now with Shackelbolt gone and they will try to kill me while I’ll be on my own. But this is a great chance to try and do the same with McGonagall, she wants to try and kill each other on our own before none else as to end this here. But I won’t play the game with her rules, I’ll go there, kill her and then destroy the rest during the battle in a few months. I will make sure they feel desperate without both McGonagall and Shackelbolt by their side.’ Harry added and Brandon sighed and put a hand on the young man’s shoulder, something only few could do.

‘I won’t talk to you as a Subject, but as a friend, your power helped my family to reach its rightful place after years of being in the dark because of the purebloods. But I feel like I owe to you at least my advise, be careful my son, don’t run into traps like that, they want you in Hogwarts, in the Forest, where you won’t come out easily even after killing McGonagall…’ Brandon said and Harry smiled and nodded his head as he patted the older man’s shoulder too.

‘I know that place like the back of my palm, I know them like I know me and I know how to kill people like no other… so don’t worry my friend.’ Harry said and Brandon sighed again and nodded. ‘The only thing I want from you while I’ll be away is to take care of the Lady, she will be upset if I don’t tell her the truth of where I’m going and she’ll be furious when she will know what I’m going to do so please, take care of her and don’t worry about me.’ Harry added and Brandon nodded his head after making a small bow.

‘Your wish is my command, my Lord.’ Brandon only said and Harry could hear in the older man’s voice that he wasn’t satisfied but Harry was the one to make the decisions and pay the price every time.

‘Do you know where the Lady is?’ Harry asked after a moment of silence and Brandon nodded his head with a smile, he was known for the sympathy he had for the couple.

‘I believe she and servants are setting up the extra cots in the babies’ room.’ Brandon said and Harry smiled and nodded his head as he excused himself as to find his young wife. He moved up the stairs and knocked on the closed door, he could hear the voices and he waited for a moment more before the door could be opened and his pregnant wife was revealed.

‘Sweetheart!’ Hermione exclaimed with joy she always had when she saw her husband and best friend, no matter how long she had to see him. Harry hugged his wife with a smile and kissed her neck as her four month old belly separated them, she looked quiet pregnant with three children inside her.

‘How do you feel my queen?’ Harry asked as they broke the tight hug but kept their arms around each other. Hermione smiled brightly and rubbed her belly.

‘I think they started kicking this afternoon, Harry. I think I felt them.’ Hermione said and Harry grinned and kissed her forehead, she looked happy and relaxed. ‘And I’m trying not to be too stressed, I’m trying to think positive all the time.’ Hermione added and Harry smiled. She had been struggling to keep herself in check, especially after her outburst with Margaret, a few weeks prior.

‘I think our Heirs are very strong,’ Harry commented as he caressed his wife’s belly.

‘I think they won’t end up like our poor little James,’ Hermione said boldly and Harry sighed as he saw her eyes fogging in an instant, for a moment her eyes lost their focus and Hermione stared somewhere on the floor. Harry hugged her close to his body and kissed her hair.

‘Show me the cots,’ Harry said firmly in her ear and felt her jerking slightly as she returned to reality. She left from his hug with a huge smile and took his hand as she took him closer to the spots the servants were setting up the metallic cots next to the first that had been waiting for a baby for the past years.

‘In the first one, Damian will be in, Ciera will be here in the middle, between her brothers, and in the third cot, closest to the sun, our little Benjamin will be in.’ Hermione said as she pointed at the half-finished cots and the too scared to look up, servants. ‘Do you like them?’ Hermione asked and Harry smiled as he looked at the metallic demons that were the decorations of the metallic headboards of the cots.

‘I love them sweetie, what colors will you use for the fabrics?’ Harry asked and Hermione beamed at him and spoke.

‘I will keep the black-purple for Damian, I will have blood-like red for our little Ciera and I will have deep green as your eyes’ for our littlest boy, Ben,’ Hermione said and Harry smiled and nodded his head in approval.

‘I think they will be great,’ Harry said as he glanced around him in the dark room with the dark tapestries and the and heavy curtains that blocked most of the sunlight. ‘Should we allow more sunlight in the chamber?’ Harry suggested but Hermione shook her head.

‘No, I can’t stand it,’ Hermione said and Harry sighed, during her younger years, she had always been pale, but ever since her torture, their rise to power and her continuing try to have children Hermione avoided sunlight almost like vampires do, that resulted to her skin being paler than ever. She couldn’t stand the strong light of the burning planet on her skin and her eyes hurt every time she was revealed into sunlight as she had turned to be very sensitive after her tortures and the recovering months that followed.

‘OK then, it was just a suggestion,’ Harry said softly as he saw her eyes darkening, she hated simple facts like not being able to stand the sunlight, it remained her of her weaknesses, it was almost ridiculous since she was one of the most powerful magical people of their age and almost unstoppable while having the Hallows under her shared possession with Harry.

‘I’ll be having you taking them into the light, and when you won’t be able to do so, I will be having servants to take the Heirs out.’ Hermione said after awhile with a huge smile on her face as she found her idea perfect. Harry smiled and kissed lightly her forehead.

‘That’s an excellent idea, beautiful,’ Harry whispered and Hermione smiled and kissed his lips. ‘I need to talk to you for a minute, privately,’ Harry said pointedly and Hermione nodded and after glancing at the servants she spoke.

‘Out! Now!’ she commanded almost in anger and the servants left, Harry waited for the door to close until he brought a hand on her cheek and jaw and looked deep in her eyes.

‘I need you to listen without objecting, OK?’ Harry said seriously and Hermione nodded after a moment of looking deep into his eyes.

‘I have a plan B, in case I won’t make it in the upcoming battle,’ Harry started but Hermione jerked herself away from his arms with a screamed “NO” in her lips.

‘I don’t want to hear any of it, Harry, we’ll make it,’ Hermione said seriously but Harry moved close to her and took her hand.

‘I said, I want you to listen to me, I don’t want you to get upset, I just want you to know what we’re going to do in the small possibility of me not making it in the battle.’ Harry said softly but firmly and Hermione sighed, closed her eyes and nodded her head, one of her hands were holding her belly as her chest raised and fell in anger.

‘There is a place, in the lake we had fallen with Ron off the dragon’s back when we escaped Gringorts, I’ve made a shelter there for you and the kids, in case things get out of hand. There is a powder here, beneath Damian’s cot and one in our bedroom, in the closet of the Hallows, you will just throw it in a fire and will call out “Now” and you will be transported there.’ Harry said and Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him with evident fear.

‘You think you will die and you want to leave me behind?’ Hermione asked and Harry sighed and shook his head.

‘Don’t you ever say that,’ Harry whispered and kissed her lips, she was his everything, having her thinking like that killed him but many times he couldn’t control her irrational thoughts. ‘There’s something more,’ he whispered and felt Hermione freezing in his arms. ‘McGonagall invited me to a last try to stop the war, in the Forbidden Forest, and I’m intending to go, it’s the perfect chance to kill her and—‘ this time his words were cut as he was roughly pushed by Hermione’s hands.

‘You won’t do this to me, you won’t step into such a trap.’ Hermione actually shouted as she held her belly with one hand and pointed her finger with the other. Harry sighed patiently and moved closer to her as she backed away.

‘I will have the Hallows with me, I know it’s a trap and they know I know, so they won’t dare to try something funny while I have the Hallows. I will double the guard here in case they try to strike.’ Harry said but Hermione kept moving away, she tried to talk but she frowned in pain, when Harry tried to move closer faster she gestured with her hand for him to stop where he was.

‘You won’t do this to me, I was doing so well, you can’t expect of me to stay calmed while carrying them with you in a trap,’ Hermione shouted as Harry moved closer.

‘You can’t expect me to wait for them to take us down for the duration of the pregnancy.’ Harry said firmly and made it to hug her from behind and bring his lips to her ear.

‘Come on, Hermione, I have proven I can survive, I need you to stay calmed, for them and only,’ Harry whispered this time and felt his wife sighing, with one of his hands he pointed his wand on his wife’s back and cast a calming charm. He hated using charms on her but it was the only at that moment, she was about to lose total control and that could be proven lethal for their unborn children. He could never forgive himself if his decisions were the reason of yet another miscarriage.

Hermione’s body relaxed and he felt her sighing and breathing easier. He kissed her cheek and neck and took her in his arm bride-style so he could take her in their chamber. He knew she wouldn’t take the news easier and he knew he should go to the Forest and come back before the charm could be weakened and eventually lost. He brought her in the bedroom and left her on the bed carefully. He kissed her forehead, cheeks and lips many time and then kissed her belly once above her black dress.

‘I hate you for doing this to me,’ she whispered in the weak state the relaxing charm had left her and Harry sighed and kissed her lips once again.

‘I love you too, I’ll be back before you can get angry again and rip off my eyes.’ Harry whispered and kissed her lips, this time, she responded.

Harry appeared through black smoke right before the gates of Hogwarts. He looked around him as he took off his long hood and moved through the left open gate. He hadn’t stepped in this grass in years. The last time he had touched the ground of Hogwarts was the time he stole or actually took back the Elder Wand from the tomb of Dubledore’s.

He moved in silence through the grounds and entered the forest as soon as possible. He kept moving through the trees and looked before him the dark canopy, light fog was dancing around the forest and between the trees. There was total silence, no centaurs, no thestrals, no enemies, nothing seemed to be alive.

Harry kept moving in the forest in a confident yet tensed silence, he could hear his heartbeat, his breath and his footsteps, his trained-to-darkness eyes scanned the area like a hawk would do as he kept moving inside the forest and closer to the meadow Grawp used to live.

The moment he stepped in the meadow, with his wands held in both his hands, a figure showed from behind the trees and moved in the meadow as well.

‘Good evening, professor.’ Harry said with a smirk on his face, the irony evident in his voice. He looked at the older woman before him as McGonagall stood still on the other side of the meadow. McGonagall wrinkled face was almost unrecognizable with all the scars Harry and Hermione had achieved on her.

She was there when the Order and the Aurors found them. She was there when they brought the couple to the hospital. She was even there when couple woke up and learnt the truth about their child and all their closest friends and family. She was there when the authorities tried to take the couple in the mental illnesses section of the hospital. Unfortunately for her, she was there when Harry got mad, hexed everyone, took Hermione and left in the middle of the night. McGonagall still had the scars of Harry’s vicious curses and she would keep having them until her last day that Harry hoped to be that one.

‘Long time no see, Harry,’ McGonagall said firmly, her stern voice always steady even if she was facing the Master of Death. ‘How’s Hermione?’ she asked softly, Harry could hear the actual interest but his blood started boiling at the mention of her name, she had been more damaged than anyone else and he didn’t accept of any of them to speak of her name for any reason.

‘How dare you speak her name? After what you let happen to her?’ Harry wondered in a spat full of furry and accusation. McGonagall’s eyes shined for a moment but then the old woman shook her head and the two opponents moved closer as to either talk or hex.

‘I know Hermione’s situation has hurt you too much.’ McGonagall dared to speak his wife’s name once again. ‘And that’s why we should stop this war now, Harry. The people are already too scared. We don’t need to mix foreigners in our fights. We can try and find some ways to stop all this and have you and Hermione together.’ McGonagall said and Harry laughed bitterly.

‘You mean having us together like the time you made it to capture us for a few hours? I remember you and the minister making appointments for the Dementor’s Kiss. I remember you not finding another way to stop us than to suck our souls out of us. You think I don’t know about wizards now being around the meadow in camouflage spells and invisibility cloaks?

‘You think I came here unaware of all this being an act of distraction and a trap? But do you really think, Minerva, that this petty trick of yours could take me down? I’ve killed Voldemort, I’ve taken down tens of tens of people, and you think a bunch of moribund men can stop me? I’m almost insulted…’ Harry said and in every word his voice became more curt and angry than the previous.

The flash of the disarming charm from McGonagall’s wand missed Harry’s hand for a split centimeter. He huffed in furry and sent a water charm that covered the woman in an egg of water for a few moments before she could break it. Harry covered himself in a full-body shield as the Aurors and Order members revealed themselves around the meadow. Harry didn’t give attention to any of them even if he saw familiar faces as this of Neville Longbottom and Cho Chang’s. His full attention and furry was addressed on his former professor, the rest could wait a bit longer to die from his wand.

He used both his wands as he cast each of the worse Unforgivables that missed McGonagall for a mere centimeter.

‘Fiendfyre!’ Harry screamed in furry and two gigantic snakes of cursed fire appeared on either half of the meadow, setting the trees of the perimeter on fire. As he saw most of his enemies getting trapped or burnt in the flames the snakes caused he smirked, he didn’t care about the blazing meadow, nor the rest of the forest that could be burnt to ashes along with all the creatures that contained. He cared only about destroying more of his enemies, more of Hermione’s possible assassins. His mind was racing as he knew he had little time before the centaurs could show up and defend the forest, the creatures didn’t care about the humans but they would take care of the forest for sure.

He moved through the blazing meadow as the temperature had been raised rapidly and watched with the corner of his eyes as his enemies tried to extinguish the snakes and get to him, the flames were licking the upper parts of the trees already, creating a rain of burning leaves and fruits across the meadow.

He approached McGonagall who was trying to help her co-fighters, with a wave of the Elder wand the woman was sent collapsing on the ground. She stood up with effort and Harry waited for her, he could feel some spells trying to penetrate his body shield, he could feel the sweat and the small wounds as the shield provided safety from spells but the ones that penetrated it eventually caused small wounds that would hurt later when the shield would be totally destroyed.

‘I think it’s time for you to stop worrying about the results of this war, Minerva, after all, you won’t be here to see them.’ Harry said seriously as he raised his wands to execute the woman before him. He felt a slicing charm opening his shoulder and filling his torso with blood and he screamed in furry as he looked around him and saw Neville having achieved that, his own blouse was torn and burnt and the Hallows’ scar was visible. Harry raised a shield before him and McGonagall as he cast the deadly Curse towards Neville, a curse that took the last Longbottom’s life in a split second. Harry turned his head again at McGonagall’s shocked face and he raised his wands once more, ready to finish the woman’s life as the blood ran down his body.

An arrow that hit his already opened wound caused Harry to stop casting the spell and it made him hold his shoulder in suffering. He took the arrow out of his shoulder with a scream and looked at the centaur that had showed up, in furry. The meadow was still in a blaze as the snakes were burning humans and trees but the centaurs were now there and it was time for Harry to leave. He had achieved to kill yet some tens of enemies and that was a success, he didn’t have time to kill McGonagall and that was a shame but there was always next time. He apparated in black smoke before a dozen arrows more could hit him.

The next thing he saw was Grimmauld’s kitchen and some of his subjects attending on other subjects’ wounds. There had been an attack indeed.

‘How’s Hermione?’ Harry asked immediately, causing everyone to look and rush close to him. Only then he realized that he was covered in blood.

‘She’s fine my lord, really upset but fine, up in your bedroom. They tried to get in but we stopped them, they didn’t try for more than five minutes however.’ Margaret said as Harry groaned in pain while her husband attended the wounded shoulder, Margaret’s lips were split and hurt but she cared only about Harry.

‘I know… after what I’ve done, they needed backup.’ Harry said with a smirk. The smirk however died on his lips when he saw Hermione’s petrified expression from the doorway. She had moved down the stairs in search of her husband, now her eyes were glued on his full of blood form.

‘Oh my God, you’re injured, you’re bleeding…’ she whispered in fear and agony as she saw his split shoulder that was yet to be repaired. All the Subjects looked between the couple of their lords numbly as Hermione bowed her body in pain and fear while Harry rushed close to her, as fearful.

‘I’m fine Hermione, they’re just small wounds.’ Harry said firmly close to her but he could see in her eyes that she was already gone in her terror.

‘You smell of blood,’ Hermione gasped in fear as she pushed him weakly with one hand while the other held her belly, she couldn’t breathe nor speak easily as she kept looking at him in terror. She shouldn’t have been there for any reason in the bloody world.

‘I’m fine, Hermione, I’m fine,’ Harry kept saying close to her as he tried to show her that he was indeed fine but Hermione’s fragile mind was set on the blood on him. She let out a cry of despair and pain and this time Harry froze in terror as he saw blood pooling down her legs. She hadn’t seen it yet but she let out another cry of pain as she clutched to her own stomach.

‘I knew it was a trap I knew you would get hurt, I knew they’d try to attack me – I knew—‘ her gasping babbling was cut by a scream as her gaze fell on the blood between her legs and she screamed again in that pained holler for a third time before she could throw up and then collapse in Harry’s arms, one thing was repeated in his numb mind:

Not again…
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