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From Light to Darkness	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 15625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven – Lost and Hateful

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

Harry scooped his wife in his arms and started in blind panic for their bedroom all the way leaving a trail of blood in his wake, the healers that lived in the house ran close to the couple of the Masters of Death and helped Harry to put his wife on their bed, he stepped back immediately so they could take care of her and their children.

His heart was beating fast and his eyes burned with gathered tears as he watched the subjects and their struggle to control the bleeding from between Hermione’s legs as she lay pale and unconscious on the bed. Lord Brandon showed up and moved close to the younger man.

‘Come on… we should go out of here, let them do their job.’ The man said and Harry for the first time in years, obeyed someone other than Hermione’s words. He moved out of the chamber and followed the older man in the library, the place Hermione has asked to be open again ever since she learnt about the pregnancy that now was jeopardized.

‘I can’t believe I’m about to lose my children again…’ Harry murmured as Brandon offered him a glass of firewhiskey that Harry gulped down immediately and shut his eyes closed at the burning sensation. ‘She can’t lose these children too, she can’t… she won’t stand it… she will lose it completely…’ Harry added mostly to himself as he looked at the bottom of his empty glass before Brandon could refill it. He hated the sound of his voice, how sad and feared it was, this evening was supposed to be one of victory, he had achieved to cause chaos in Hogwarts, he had killed the Longbottom traitor, McGonagall knew it was her to be next, he was close to finish the war and be victorious. Losing his children would cause all this operation to move a lot of steps back, he needed his Heirs, all three of them, he needed his children, he needed his wife as sane as she could be… he needed his family intact.

‘Everything will be alright, sir,’ Brandon tried to reassure the young man as they gulped down the drinks and Harry sighed and looked around him at the books of Hermione’s. there were so many, books from Hogwarts, books for the Horcruxes, taken from Dumbledore’s office, books she used during the Horcrux Hunt. And then books of black magic, books bound with chains and spells, books that taught her how to kill her enemies slowly, poison them and curse them with magic that few people in the world could counter. If someone looked at Hermione Potter’s books, they could see her life, how the books about taking care of non-human creatures turned into books about cursing the enemies’ next generations.

‘She can’t lose these children, she got so far, she is close to have them… they should be able to save her, I found the best healers for her, if they don’t save her and the children…’ Harry threatened as he smashed his glass in the fireplace, causing the fire to burst for a moment as the glass had a bit of firewhiskey in. He took a deep breath as he threw his head back and exhaled, there was a knock on the door and Harry almost flew to it as to open, one of the healers was there, looking at her master as if she had already been gone.

‘So…’ Harry asked a second after her hesitation, the woman cleared her throat and spoke with the fear causing her voice to tremble.

‘We did the best we could, she… the Mistress is fine but… one of the kids didn’t make it, one of the boys is gone…’ The woman didn’t have the moment to say anything else as Harry’s wand pointed at her stomach for a moment, her eyes widened and her also wide in pain mouth filled with blood that started running down her chin as she collapsed before him, the Imperious waving off and her eyes focusing for a moment of terror and then losing focus as death took her. Harry stepped away from the dead and ran close to his chambers with Brandon at his wake.

At his sight, all the Healers ran out of the bedroom as he murmured that he was going to deal with them later, he shut the door before Brandon could catch up with him and silenced and locked it before he could move on closer to the bed.

His wife was curled up in her side of the bed; she was silent, with her hands clutching her round abdomen as her entire frame shook at the power of her muffled by the pillow sobs. Harry was still soaked in his blood as the wound on his shoulder might had been healed, yet the blood was still on him, dried by now but staining his robs.

‘Hermione…’ Harry whispered as he climbed on the bed that still had Hermione’s blood from the miscarriage and he approached her slowly from behind, one of their babies was gone; one of his sons was gone. He shook his head as tears gathered in his eyes again, he reached to touch his wife but the moment he did so, she jerked as if she had been hit, his heart kicked uneasily, she never flinched at his touch, never felt scared or as furious as to deny him the simple act of touching her. ‘Hermione, my heart… talk to me…’ Harry whispered but she remained silent with her back at him.

He tried to touch her again, this time tried to hug her body but Hermione jerked him away with her entire arm and Harry tried to speak once again. ‘My love… I’m so sorry… we still have a son and a daughter to look after… we’re here… I love you…’ Harry said softly and that made the trick, her sobs suddenly paused and her body froze.

‘You love me…’ she echoed his words, her tone bitter, pained, exhausted. ‘You love me… yet you didn’t listen to me… you did what you wanted to do and ran off to that stupid trap… you love me, yet you made me lose one of my children.’ Hermione said and Harry knew she didn’t mean to put the blame on him, yet, she was right, he shouldn’t have gone to the Forbidden Forest.

He tried to touch her again but this time Hermione didn’t only jerk his hand away but she actually advanced on him with hands and legs as she knelt before him like he did and started slapping and punching him in her weak state as Harry tried to stop her weak, desperate blows.

‘Hermione, stop, please,’ Harry tried but Hermione was losing it.

‘You PROMISED me to keep them save! You PROMISED to keep me happy! You KILLED my son! And you’re saying that we have a son and a daughter! My children are not consumable! They might be your Heirs, but they’re my CHILDREN! Lily! James! Now Benjamin! They were MY children!!’ Hermione screamed out again and again as each of her sentences was accompanied with her tries to punch and slap her husband as Harry held her wrists and tried to speak soothing words to her while she screamed in madness. Harry’s heart bled to experience this, the love of his life, screaming at his face that he failed to keep his promise, to save his family, she spoke words that weren’t the truth but she had lost yet another child, she had every right to speak out all the harmful things in the world.

‘I love you,’ Harry was saying again and again as Hermione finally stopped trying to hit him and she burst in uncontrolled tears and sobs. All the while of her screaming, her voice was clean of any hint of edge, she was purely the old Hermione that screamed when she was furious, and that hurt Harry the most, the fact of her being totally aware of what she was saying.

Hermione finally let herself on Harry’s chest as they remained gasping and breathless on their knees before each other on the blooded bed as Hermione cried on Harry’s shoulder while he wrapped his arms tightly around hers and let them lay on the mattress on their sides and still in the hug as Hermione clang on to him and he kept her in his arms, all the while caressing belly, her arms, her hair, the huge scar of her face and chest, every piece of her he could reach.

‘My son!’ Hermione whined between her sobs as the mourning of yet another child started from the person that suffered the most, the mother. ‘I want my son back! My little Benjamin!’ Hermione screamed out again and Harry tried to make her calm down by whispering hushing words and sounds.

‘Hermione… I’m so sorry…’ Harry finally said softly as he kept her in his arms and he felt her hugging him even tighter.

‘It’s not your fault, it’s theirs, they killed my son, all those who pretended to be our friends, they killed Benjamin, my little boy,’ Hermione cried and whined in her husband’s arms. ‘They did this to me, like it happened with Lily and James, they made me lose my children, they know I will make you unstoppable when a child is born and they’re killing my children, one after the other!’ Hermione said again and the edge had returned in her voice as she screamed out curses and whines of pain emotional and physical.

‘I need you to calm down, for Damian and Ciera, I need you to rest, I’m begging you, my love,’ Harry whispered and Hermione tried to take a breath as she looked up at him.

‘You love me?’ she asked, all the accusations of him killing the child or him having his children as consumable now forgotten. Harry smiled sadly and kissed her forehead with love.

‘I adore you,’ Harry whispered and Hermione looked up at his eyes as a lost child that found its way home.

‘Don’t leave me, ever, don’t leave me Harry,’ Hermione whispered weakly as finally the exhaustion and the potions along with the emotional onslaught took over her tired body and her eyes heaved. Harry kissed her face again and again as he knew her insecurities of him finding another mate to have kids with, insecurities that were wrong yet present in her tired mind…

Harry remained there, with his wife in his arms, her belly of the twins now separating them. And as Harry felt his wife sleeping, escaping to a world entirely hers, he finally wept for his lost son, his youngest boy was gone, out of his mother’s womb because of a stupid accident, because of his mother’s delicate condition, because of the people that made her like that and because of the people that allowed all this to happen in first place.

Hermione was right, Harry thought as he looked down at her tear streaked face, it wasn’t their fault that little Benjamin died two months before his due date, it was other peoples’ fault that made them be in all this mess, all this pain.

It had been hours ever since Hermione had fallen asleep but Harry was there, mourning over his son’s death, over his wife’s new reason to be miserable after so many weeks of fragile happiness.

All of his pride for the fight at Hogwarts was now gone as the price had been high for him and the Mistress. With furry, he decided what to do and he moved away from Hermione’s hug and rose to his feet, he moved up his left sleeve and there, above that old scar Wormtail had achieved, the night Voldemort was reborn, there was a tattoo with the symbol of the Hallows. Harry pressed his wand’s tip on and the tattoo pulsed as Harry called one of his most fateful subjects right away.

Harry stood up and got dressed, moved out of the room in silence and made sure Hermione would be asleep for the time he’d be gone. He moved down the stairs of Grimmauld and entered the kitchen, everyone that was in there moved almost running out of the kitchen as there were people gathered around the dead body of the healer that was now laid on the table. Harry sealed the door of the kitchen with spells and a few moments later, Draco Malfoy showed up in black smoke.

The two men looked at each other and Draco frowned before the dark face of the Master, the blonde man’s grey eyes traveled on the dead woman on the desktop.

‘What happened?’ Draco asked and Harry took a deep calming breath as he felt his blood boiling, he had set his mind, taken his decision, he was ready.

‘Hermione lost one of the children,’ Harry said and Draco’s eyes softened for a moment but then he focused on Harry again and waited for the new instructions. ‘I was that close on killing McGonagall tonight, but the centaurs were lucky to get to me first,’ Harry went on and Draco nodded his head as he has seen Harry himself in the battle of the forest. ‘In three days time, I will strike Hogwarts and take it down, I don’t care about the ministry and I don’t care about anything else but this, make sure they all know it, make sure they will all be there, the battle will take place where I killed Voldemort.’ Harry said and Draco sighed and spoke.

‘Maybe you shouldn’t act on impulse, we still have time to focus and recruit more people.’ Draco tried to reason with his Master but Harry glared at him as he slammed his hand on the table, by the woman’s corpse.

‘Hermione lost one of my Heirs! I can’t have her risking the other two; I need to end this before it ends her!’ Harry this time shouted and stepped closer to Draco threatening but the blonde man didn’t back off like other Subjects would.

‘It will end her anyway if we’re not prepared, you know that her only defense is you and if you get hurt during the battle she and your children will be the finest target, people who want to revenge on you, people who want to punish her… she will suffer if you fall.’ Draco said and Harry took another breath through his nose as not to kill the man before him.

‘I have taken care of this scenario, she’s going to be fine even if I don’t make it, my army is ready, everyone is ready. I want the Order to get prepared within hours, to feel the panic, you will inform them tomorrow so they can have only two days, I will take down Hogwarts by the end of the week and then, both she and I will be free to live in the New World.’ Harry said and Draco sighed but nodded his head. Harry wondered if he could trust anyone but his wife and looked at Draco suddenly.

‘I hope you won’t back off again Draco… Ginny is lost and these people are responsible for this… you have turned against your previous master and I can only hope that you won’t do the same now…’ Harry almost pointed out but he knew the warning was clear, Draco looked at him calmly, he had been used in these sudden bursts of lack of trust in him.

‘Tomorrow morning they’re giving the Dementor Kiss to my mother… believe me… I won’t back down…’ Draco only said in deadly serious voice and this time Harry nodded his head and sighed as the two men remained in silence, the time was approaching, they could feel it, the End was near.

‘You can go,’ Harry finally said and Draco nodded his head and left within the black smoke again. Harry sighed as he gathered everyone in the kitchen after he took care of the body of the maid. Lord Brandon and the rest entered the room and looked fearful at their master as Harry was ready to make the announcement.

‘In three days, we’ll advance on Hogwarts, they will know tomorrow, gather all our forces, call our alliances over the world and tell them it’s now or never for all of us. Get ready, make sure you cover your position, make sure you kill as many as possible, make sure we’ll be victorious.’ Harry said in his deep voice and everyone braced themselves and nodded their heads. Harry didn’t want to say anything else, he had one more mission, the toughest one, telling Hermione and reminding her of Plan B and he didn’t want to waste time, she was still tired and that might been a good moment for him.

Harry moved back up the stairs and entered the room, thanking all the dark powers for Hermione still being asleep. He moved closer to their bed with his black robes flapping around his feet and he laid on their bed, hovering above her as he kissed her lips and woke up slowly, all the while taking his wand in his hand from his pocket. The moment Hermione was awake Harry cast the powerful calming charms on her and her eyes, even heaved, remained focused on him, she tried to speak but Harry kissed her lips lightly.

‘Don’t try to talk… I had to charm you so you can listen to me and remain calm.’ Harry whispered and Hermione could only keep looking at him. ‘The fight will take place at Hogwarts, in three days, I’m gonna fight for you and the babies before another bane can strike, I know you’re afraid and I know you want me to be safe but I can only promise you that I’ll make it, but even if I don’t, I want you to take our children and follow plan B. You have to do this Hermione, even if I don’t return; you have to do this for them, for the continuation of our family, of our blood.’ Harry kept talking in a low voice as Hermione’s eyes watched him in fear even with the spells on her.

The spells were powerful like she was, so they didn’t only kept her calmed, they almost had her paralyzed. ‘I swear to our friends’ memories, to our lost parents and children… that I will return to you. I’ll slaughter anyone in my path, our son and daughter will be born in a free world, in a new world… but in the small case that I don’t make it, I want you to fight for them like I will do in three days…’ Harry finished his words with another kiss as Hermione achieved a small nod even with the charms on her. Harry nodded and hugged her tighter as he let her proceed all this in her mind and heart while the spell took effect.

In three days they were going to separate, she’d stay behind, for the first time in such fight and he would fight on his own without her, the good news were that when there are two Masters of Death, you need to disarm and conquer both. The bad news were that… Hermione was no threat in her condition if Harry was out of the way; there were just so many people who wanted their heads on a plate…
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