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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 List
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- 13
Epilogue

When The Darkness Blossoms…

Draco’s lifeless body fell before Harry Potter’s feet with a thud as the blond man had pushed the Master of Death out of the way as to save him, resulting to his own death. Harry was left speechless only for a moment before he could send the killing curse towards Brandon that was still too shocked at his missed chance. The traitor fell backwards while his relatives screamed as they watched him collapsing.

The battle was finally decided upon the winner, McGonagall was gone, the order was broken without its Leader and the only possible minister, the ministry was out of track anyway, Harry Potter was the winner. He had taken it all, yet he was running out of the field like a madman as to reach the perimeter of the castle and cross it. The moment he did so, he apparated away in black smoke.

He rushed up to the stairs and he didn’t give a darn about the rest of the house that seemed as a battlefield as he heard her screams, the most painful, feared screams she had given in years. Harry burst inside his chambers and saw the scene before him as if in slow motion.

There was blood everywhere on the bed, on the walls, on the furniture, on the healers, on Hermione. The scene seemed as a slaughtering place, she had been attacked but she had survived and now she was in the middle of the bed with her legs wide open as she screamed again in agony. Harry’s heart kicked inside his chest, she was still having her blooded wand at the ready, she had fought too, in her condition, she had fought for her life and the lives of their Heirs, only then, Harry noticed the other corner of the room where the bodies of the enemies had been stalked as not to be in the way, they were all in a blood pool.

The healers kept on casting spells and giving instructions, it didn’t seem like a moment of happiness, in labors, this feared anticipation was supposed to be hanging in the air, now the atmosphere was heavy, fearful, as if the kids that were to be born, if alive, would cause such darkness that none could counter, in a way, that was the truth.

Harry finally rushed close to Hermione and grasped her hand as she looked up at him and nodded her head, there was no fear and no remorse and no worry, pure madness had covered her brown orbs for the first time and she was only too determined to push her children out of her body.

After some more spells, Hermione was finally asked to push, she did so with all her power and Harry marveled at the strength she hadn’t showed in years but still had in her. She clutched her jaws and cursed through her teeth as she kept on pushing until she was asked to pause for a breath. She indeed took the much needed breath while she grinned madly at her husband who only smiled and kissed her wounded forehead as the blood had left streaks down her skin.

She started pushing again and finally the first head was out as the healer said, Hermione actually squealed despite the pain that must had been killing her, she only kept pushing, without minding the pain, she had felt worse.

The first child was finally out after a few more pushes and Harry looked almost hungrily to see his child, his firstborn, the child didn’t cry and didn’t open its eyes and Harry could only glare at it and the healer who only nodded her head and took it away as to examine it as the main healer remained between Hermione’s legs.

‘Where is it? Why it’s not crying?’ Hermione asked in gasps and Harry looked at her with a smile, he didn’t want her to lose focus now.

‘He’ll be ready in awhile, lets have our daughter out now,’ Harry said in a steady voice and Hermione smiled and nodded her head as she propped herself back on her elbows once more. She started pushing again but now Harry’s eyes were glued on the side of the room where his son was being treated, was it a stillborn? Another stillborn? He still couldn’t hear the cry and he just wanted to run and see what was on but he couldn’t leave his wife. If Damian was a stillborn, Harry had to be by Hermione’s side to give birth to Ciera, his only hope left.

‘The head is out, masters,’ the healer said and Hermione could only scream out as she pushed with all the last powers she had left after the battle and Damian’s birth. She pushed again as her upper body moved forward in pressure and she opened her mouth and hollered right before her child could slip out of her body, allowing her to collapse on the pillows of the blooded bed.

No cry was heard when two kids were born in that room, Harry looked at the second child too, she was smaller than her brother, with eyes still closed, mouth still closed, for the few moments Harry saw his second child, it seemed unmoving. The room smelled of blood, this was supposed to be the first smell for his children, human blood, a smell that they were supposed to get used to.

Only then Harry realized that Hermione had been silent too, he turned around and looked at her, and she had turned her head towards the place her children were treated for the past moments. She looked at her silent children from distance and then her eyes moved on Harry, the eyes that now looked like back in the second war, completely normal, completely adjusted, completely realized.

‘I did my best…’ she only whispered before she could close her eyes, causing Harry to scream and move closer to her, take her head in his hands and kiss her sweaty and blooded face many times.

No, the day of his victory wasn’t going to be the day he lost it all, for once in his life, he deserved it all and he wasn’t losing this chance.

‘We’re ready,’ the young man next to Harry whispered and the Master nodded his head as he snapped out of his memory, together, they pushed through the double doors of the monastery, candles illuminated the place and some pigeons flew close to the roof in fright because of the thuds the doors caused.

‘I SWEAR I’LL KILL HER!’ the woman screamed from the altar, right before the statue of Jesus who looked down at the humans with pain in his eyes. ‘I SWEAR HARRY POTTER, SHE’LL DIE TONIGHT!’ the woman screamed again and her voice echoed through the place, causing more pigeons to fly in fright as Harry Potter approached in his black robes through the central alley between the seats of the monastery.

Before the altar, a woman at her late thirties was heaving breaths as she was holding the older woman by the hair and was pointing her own wand at her temple while Harry Potter approached. The brunette on her knees, even pale and seemingly weak by nature, looked calmed and almost amused while the woman that had her kneeling was scared, panicked and desperate.

Harry moved on closer to the aisle and looked at the women there, he smiled at the kneeling woman and his eyes turned icy as he looked at the standing woman, she was injured and exhausted, an easy target.

‘I SWEAR IN MY FATHER’S MEMORY!!’ the woman screamed and Harry smiled sweetly, feeling secure as he had both his Wands in his pocket and the man behind him was backing him up.

‘Dear Madeline… you swear in a traitor’s memory… not a very good vow now is it? Everyone remembers your father as the scum that tried to betray the Master in his time of absolute power…’ Harry provoked and the woman called Madeline growled in furry and jerked the older woman’s hair, causing a groan o pain from her as she looked up at Madeline with a death glare.

‘YOU DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE, TO EXIST, YOU’RE ERRORS OF NATURE, YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED YEARS AGO!’ Madeline screamed once again, Harry moved slightly at his right, giving space and the moment Madeline opened her mouth again as she pointed her wand at the woman before her, three green flashes hit her, one from behind Harry, fired by the young man, the other by a corner, making a ninety degrees angle of light and the third one from the Elder Wand of the Master’s.

The last Brandon fell heavily, face down before the kneeling brunette and she calmly reached for her wand that had been taken by the younger woman. She took it in her gloved hands, put it in its holder and looked at Harry.

‘You’re late, she had me kneeling for too long,’ Hermione Potter complained as Harry grinned, stepped over the corpse and helped his wife stand up. Hermione Potter stood up gracefully before she could pat clean her long, black satin dress with her gloved hands, the veil she used to have on her head as to prevent the light from hurting her eyes was scattered on a dark corner.

The young, raven haired man was soon moving up the path his father had moved along before a few moments and the couple of the Masters looked at their son in pride as Damian finally reached them and kissed his mother on the cheek once.

The black veil of Hermione Potter’s was picked up by the young woman that showed up through the shadows, the one she had sent the Avada the same time Damian had. Ciera Potter showed up in her black clothes, her straight jet black hair that reached her waist made a perfect contrast with her emerald, sparkling eyes that looked at her family, while Damian’s scar on his forehead was the characteristic of his, Ciera’s eyes was her feature, perfect shaped eyes with the emerald orbs piercing through souls.

The Heirs of Death as they were known as a duo or the Lord Bane and Lade Furry, separately had been trained in the art of war ever since they were infants. After the hard labor they had needed hours to respond to the spells but ever since, they had been the lethal force that the Masters needed as to take down everyone in their path.

At age of three, the Potters had been attacked again and their enemies, under the last Brandon’s commands that now was dead on the floor, had reached the toddlers, Madeline’s brother, William, had actually cast the Avada on Damian but Hermione had made sure to protect her children with the black version of the spell once Lily Potter had used on her own son.

The spell hadn’t only killed William Brandon as it had backfired, it had also contaminated his by-blood relatives, all the Brandons had been hit with the curse and the only way to counter it was to kill Ciera, something that had been proven impossible for all their enemies as the kids weren’t only protected by their parents but by their own powers as well, the curse caused by one sibling resulted on the other’s protection and vice versa.

Damian and Ciera had grown up to be the right heirs of their parents, killing with weapons from the age of six, at first other children, later on magical creatures and then, at their early teen years, their first humans with spells from their parents’ wands and then with their own. The Heirs had grown to be as lethal as the Masters, people said a black aura surrounded the two Potters, their parents preferred to say that black was the color of power…

The Potter Heirs had been grown up the period the Masters were finally strengthening their power around the Wizarding World. The world was finally under one power, under one family, the ministry and the community were under one Wand and one Wand only, the Elder one.

A prophesy had been made about the Heirs and the One’s daughter that defied the Masters, was to bring to the world the child to end the Two. The prophesy had been made after William’s death, when the Two Heirs were three years old.

The last Brandons had made sure to protect Madeline for years since she was only a teenager, when the prophesy had been made in her name. The Masters had made sure to take down all the final Brandons one by one as to reach Madeline, the years had passed by in their efforts but as the Heirs grew up too, the Masters were soon accompanied by their kids in the hunting of the final Brandon.

Madeline had achieved to get pregnant the soonest but the Potters had been lucky as the curse on the Brandons had caused her to miscarriage twice, however, she somehow had made it to process with her third pregnancy so the Potters had to act soon, having Hermione setting the trap was the only way to make Madeline come out of her rat hole in her desperate try to kill the Mistress of Death.

Now, nineteen years after the battle at Hogwarts and the birth of the Heirs, them and the Masters were finally taking down the last of their countable enemies. Madeline Brandon-Newton was finally dead and had taken the four month old miasma in her womb with her, finally ending the possibility of the Potters’ downfall.

Damian and Ciera had not found their matches yet but their parents didn’t worry about it, the Heirs were still young and free to decide upon the people they would get paired with. Of course Harry and Hermione Potter wanted their children to have their own Heirs so the bloodline could keep the Hallows but it was too early for the Twins to get involved in this. They still had years to learn to control the powers of the Hallows, to share them, to keep their family from enemies.

Ciera handed the veil to her mother who took it with a smile from her daughter and covered her head and face right before Harry could take her hand and lead the way, most of the times, Hermione Potter seemed like a mourning woman with her black clothes, gloves and veil, but the ones that had seen her fighting and executing her enemies and victims, they knew she was the one to cause the others to mourn…

The Heirs stood by the corpse of the young woman for a moment more, Ciera kicked the dead body so she could be on her back, Ciera nodded at her brother who, with a smile used his wand to behead the corpse, Ciera took the head by the hair and then Damian sliced the bodice of Madeline’s open, he sliced her lower region too and without touching it, with his wand, he levitated the fetus from inside the dead womb. Ciera took the dead embryo in her palm and along its mother’s head held by the hair she kept it away from the rich fabric of her clothes as her long dress and coat above it were not to be spoiled with the Brandons’ blood.

After taking the souvenirs, Damian and Ciera followed their parents who were already reaching the doors of the monastery. The corpse before the altar was left abandoned and still bleeding and after one of Hermione’s wave, Damian grinned and with a wave of his wand, all the windows of the sacred to other people, place, shattered into thousands of pieces, the candles were all fallen on the ground and by the oil that previously preserved the small flames of the oil-lamps the fire started. The Potters let the monastery burn from the core out, turning into ashes the place itself along the corpse of their last enemy.

The four Potters apparated back in their mansion, where Subjects had been waiting. When Ciera stretched her arm, the people inside the house saw the trophies and they all exclaimed in cheers and congratulations for yet another victory of the Family of Death.

Hermione took off the veil from her face and let it rest on her long mane while she took off her gloves too. Harry smiled at her as she looked up at him with pride for their children, in her eyes.

‘I think these need to be on the front of the showcase, what you think Ciera?’ Damian asked out loud so everyone could listen and Hermione looked at her son and daughter in adoration as she was hugged by Harry who looked at the Twins too.

‘I agree… I’ll have the honors to you, dear brother,’ Ciera said as she tossed the head and the dead embryo and Damian catch them in the air and grinned at his sister before he could peck her lips and run to the living room of Grimmauld, where the big showcase held all the heads of the Brandons and other important enemies’, a collection located close to that old tapestry of the Black family, a collection started right after William’s death…

Ciera grinned and licked her lips as the younger, male subjects followed Damian but many young women got closer to the Lady Furry to learn details. Damian and Ciera had people close to them but they allowed and trusted only each other with friendship and love, a love that could be sometimes be misunderstood by people, but the Potters knew that when you have to be isolated as to save your position and in many cases your head, you need to focus on the people you love and trust and the Siblings loved each other very much…

‘I think we should withdraw to our chambers, my love,’ Hermione said as she looked at Harry while Ciera was explaining how she got hidden in the side of the chapel while her mother played the role of the trapped perfectly as to have Madeline where they wanted.

Harry looked at his wife and smiled before he could peck her lips. Ever since the birth of her children, Hermione Potter had found some of that old strength the young Hermione Granger once had, she hadn’t fully recovered by the many years of pain but she had been more “normal” and less tired. Of course there were things that she was still tender at, like the light of the sun and the big noises but she had been strong enough to fight every once in a while for her family ever since she had woken up after the labor.

‘Time for you to rest?’ Harry asked and Hermione smiled and nodded before the two could start for the stairs of the house. Ciera saw her parents moving towards their bedroom and stopped them by taking Hermione’s hand in hers.

‘Please stay, we’d like to celebrate all together, I’m sure Damian is going to amuse you by making the miasma dance with its small legs and arms before he puts it in the showcase…’ Ciera said and her beautiful green eyes sparkled in mirth. Her long hair were cut on the front and covered her forehead as it pronounced even more the emerald green of her orbs. Hermione smiled sweetly at her child and framed her face with her hands that seemed even whiter after the years of using the gloves almost daily.

‘The party is going to be full of young subjects… I’m sure you will want privacy and space for a little fun… the parents don’t need to be around… just be careful, I won’t accept any bastards as the third generation of the Hallows, young Lady Furry,’ Hermione said and at the end of her words Ciera grinned while Hermione patted her daughter’s face.

‘Of course not, mother, we’ll be careful,’ Ciera said and then kissed her dad on the cheek while he kissed her on the forehead right before Ciera could kiss the ring Harry had on his finger, the symbol of the Hallows was there from the day his children were finally named and entitled. Ciera then hugged her mother and kissed the symbol of the Hallows that always hanged from her neck in the silver chain.

‘Come on Ciera, you need to see this, it’s tap-dancing!’ Damian was heard and the young woman smiled a last time at her parents before she could rush with her friends into the living room where the people were enjoying the show…

Harry and Hermione entered their chamber that once was covered in blood while Hermione gave birth to the twins. Harry moved close to the wardrobe, broke the spells protecting it and put but the Elder Wand, next to the Stone and the Cloak. He then charmed the furniture again and turned around to see his wife of so many years smiling at him while she changed into her comfortable black nightgown. Even at her fifty years, Hermione Potter looked more beautiful than ever to his eyes.

Her body of course was full of scars of her tortures, but Harry saw her form as a map that showed the path of their way to power. First the scar on her left breast from the Department of Mysteries at their fifth year, then all the scars from the Battle of Hogwarts, then the scars from those three days of torture in Dolohov’s hands, the stretching marks from the fallen pregnancies, the two cesarean scars that had been performed, the cruel one by Dolohov when he killed Lily and the desperate one in the healers’ try to save James who had died after his birth. Benjamin had left no scar on her body but his parents had never forgotten him as his loss had scared their souls, their youngest should been downstairs, their little Lord Odio should have been celebrating with his siblings...

Three kids had been sacrificed to the altar of the Greater Good but now the Potters knew that good and bad were two things so scarily different but sometimes so terrifying alike too…

Harry took of his own cloak and robes and changed into his pajamas, a black pair of trousers but no t-shirt. Hermione laid down on the mattress first and put her wand under her pillow so it could be reachable. Harry did the same and lay down on his side, showing for her to come closer, Hermione obeyed and soon he was enveloping her in his arms and kissing her forehead.

‘I’m sorry that we had to use you as bait, she wouldn’t come out in any other way, did the stunning spell hurt too much?’ Harry asked and Hermione looked up at him with her eyes calmed and normal.

‘Nah… it’s just left a small lump as I fell backwards…. And besides, it’s my pleasure to be fighting with you, I miss it sometimes, I miss seeing their eyes shining every time they cast the Avada. Did you see how happy Ciera was with Damian’s call for the show? What else could I ask for?’ Hermione said and Harry smiled and kissed her lips as he reached and rubbed the back of her head, causing her a small moan and a chuckle as he soothed the lump on her skull.

‘You’ll survive…’ Harry said after examining the lump and Hermione chuckled and bit his lip, hard.

‘Yeah… I think I will…’ she whispered right before she could let her lips travel down his neck and bite there too, maybe too hard as his pulse point earned a nice “o” shaped wound from her teeth.

‘Well you might not survive this however…’ Harry said in mischief as he kissed her hard on the mouth while she clawed his bare shoulders’ blades. He groaned in pain, breaking the kiss as he felt the blood running down his skin but then he used his hands to tear her nightgown open and took one of her breasts into his mouth, Hermione looked at him pleadingly but he wouldn’t show mercy this time…

She cried out in pain as he bitten on her sensitive nipple and she felt the shiver running down her spine as she was more turned on than even the moments of the fight in the monastery. Harry stopped the torture on her breast and moved his lips up to hers so he could kiss her once again in a breath-stealing encounter of their lips.

‘You were right that night,’ he said as he looked at her victorious eyes. ‘You did your best.’ He added and Hermione smiled and kissed him back, once again, pouring all the love and the loyalty she had for him only to be answered with equal feelings from his own lips and hearts.

Some people thought of the Potters as an insane family that took over the normal world, some others still saw them as two troubled people that raised two equally troubled children and some others saw the Family of Death as the rightful Leaders of a community so flawed and corrupted that deserved nothing else but two Tyrants and their Heirs to be ruled by...

Harry Potter and his Bride, Hermione, were the Masters of Death that got through wars and pain and proved to everyone the rule of the leaders being successful, only when they had felt the torture of the passage from Light to Darkness…
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