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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 2 - Darkness can do strange things to people…

Pain is temporary, madness and fear are forever.

Harry watched as everyone moved out of the dinning room, moments after he dismissed them. He watched everyone’s moves, glances and expressions; trying to make sure everyone was still loyal to him. He hoped he wouldn’t be betrayed, he had been once and he didn’t want to suffer again. Suffering is awful, especially when there is no hope of rescue. If you stop feeling pain, you can start using it. Harry knew that very well, he knew what pain means, and even if he thought he hadn’t felt enough during the war the events of that afternoon in the Burrow and the several nights after it made him sure.

Harry and Hermione hadn’t moved from their hug, their wands forgotten somewhere close to them, the door of the room locked to give them the tinniest privacy possible in a house full of oblivious people.

‘We should stop,’ Hermione gasped after one more kiss was broken. Harry could see the changes on her face if not on her body, her black bags under her eyes were now even more than the ones she had during the Horcrux Hunt and she was pale.

‘How you feeling?’ Harry finally asked, wanting to help her in any possible way. Hermione smiled at him, her hand moving automatically on her stomach, caressing her belly above her clothing.

‘I have been better, I must admit, but I have also been worse so I won’t complain. I feel odder with the idea then my body’s changes…’ Hermione said and Harry could hear the insecurity and the worry in her voice, surviving a war and being with a child on the way from her nineteen years of age was something nor Harry nor Hermione expected or wanted but when their life gave them what they wanted? When did they actually knew what they want?

‘But I’m happy with it, I wouldn’t have it any other way…’ Hermione added and Harry looked at her. He could see all the things he hadn’t noticed for years, when his mind was misted with worry over his life for entire years. He could see now that Hermione was what he needed in his life to keep up, even if the feeling of being loved to this level was new to him he welcomed the intimacy and the care he shared with his best friend and lover, with the mother of his child.

‘What you think it is?’ Hermione asked and Harry looked at her, he had thought of it sometimes and he hoped above all for their child to be healthy.

‘I don’t know what it is, but I know I’d like us to have a daughter, with your brains.’ Harry said and Hermione smiled at him and touched the side of his face with her hand, her fingers caressing his cheek, making him close his eyes for a moment to savor the feeling.

‘I want her or him to have your eyes,’ Hermione said and Harry smiled and turned his head and kissed her palm lightly. Harry’s eyes traveled on a Prophet laying on Ron’s old desk. Harry looked at Hermione who was looking at the newspaper as well since she followed his gaze.

‘You think they will capture them? People say that it’s like they disappeared from the face of the Wizarding World…’ Hermione said and Harry sighed and let himself back on the mattress.

‘Well the only thing I want to is to see them, all, in Azkaban, only then we’ll be able to make sure we’ll be fine.’ Harry said and Hermione nodded her head.

‘You think we’ll have reprisal for Voldemort’s fall?’ Hermione asked more herself than Harry. He had a positive answer even if he hoped he didn’t, the first time Voldemort was fallen his dogs drove Alice and Frank Longbottom into madness and left Neville with no parents to raise him, they killed people and made more to suffer. He couldn’t imagine what could now happen with Dumbledore gone, the Wizarding world in chaos and Voldemort gone along with his Horcruxes.

‘I don’t know, Hermione, I wish I could tell you that no, everything is going to be fine, but we were both in that tent for those months and we saw how is to be close to Death Eaters, you especially got a very naughty taste of how Death Eaters entertain themselves. I can’t answer that. But I can promise that I will protect you, no matter what, both of you.’ Harry said and Hermione looked at him with a small smile on her face.

‘And we’ll protect you, Harry, our child and I will protect Daddy.’ Hermione answered and Harry felt an ache in his heart at the sound of him being called “daddy”, he filled his heart with a warm which vanished all the worry away.

For a moment there was a dull sound which made both Harry and Hermione to cover their ears and shut their eyes at the pain it caused and then a huge flash of light appeared out of the window. When the sound finally stopped both Harry and Hermione gripped their wands and ran out of the room. The sound was still being heard but less loudly and the couple moved the stairs down as soon as possible. The sight in front their eyes left them speechless when they reached the living room and the kitchen. Molly, Arthur and Ginny Weasley were all lying on the floor, pools of blood around them getting larger by the small rivers running out of their bodies’ chests and noses. Hermione screamed in shock and both Harry and Hermione ran up the stairs to find Ron, George and Percy which were supposed to be in George’s room. When Harry opened the door with his heart beating like crazy the sight in that room made his knees grow weak.

George’s body was on the floor, blood pooling around him, Percy was dead on the chair, his blood dripping from his body onto the floor and Ron’s body was on the bed, eyes red, making his blue orbs seem even more dark and glassy, his blood having turn the mattress into a large red, wet sponge. Hermione almost fainted but Harry gripped her by the arms. They had to leave that place, being the only alive wasn’t a good sign for sure, no matter who did this they wanted only the two of them alive and that meant they were probably trapped.

Harry started moving out of the room taking Hermione who had stuck her eyes on Ron’s dead body. Harry had to take them from there, if he wanted to keep his promise to Hermione, he had to save her now. When the two ran back in the living room, Harry’s breath was caught in his throat when both he and Hermione saw Ginny’s body swinging in the air, the blood was still covering her clothes but her eyes were white like her body. Harry recognized the magic affecting the body in his mind’s blur. Infery, someone was in the same place with them turning the bodies into Inferies. He didn’t have more time to think as a flash from nowhere hit Hermione first, Harry felt her falling on the floor, he gripped her a second before her body hit the floor and lowered her gently and quickly, raising in seconds to face his enemy. He could see none, probably someone under a invisibility charm or cloak.

‘CRUCIO!’ a voice was heard and Harry felt hot knives hitting his body, lava filling his veins and smashed glasses being pushed inside his skin, making him scream in pain he had months to feel, the little logical thoughts he could form inside his brain were only about Hermione, other than that he couldn’t even see as spasms roared through his body and his head felt like exploding from pain. The pain suddenly stopped and Harry couldn’t remember how long his torture lasted. He was only aware of people in hoods around him, four, maybe more.

‘Take them away, now. We have still many things to do…’ Harry heard a male voice and even if he wasn’t sure in the shocks from the Curse still smashing his body the voice was Dolohov’s… Harry’s eyes closed as he felt his mind shutting down after another flash hitting his head from the nearest Death Eater.

‘Help! Someone help me! PLEASE HELP! HARRY!’

Consciousness started hitting Harry along with those agonizing screams. He let out a scream as he felt piercing pain in his limbs. He was in a kneeling position and his wrists and ankles were on fire from the pain. He could taste his blood, he could feel it dripping from his face and chin but he couldn’t make sure which wound was bleeding since his entire face was in pain. He was naked and he could feel his back tore.

‘HELP!’ the voice was heard again. Suddenly Harry’s mind snapped and everything came back to him, the attack, the murders, the pain.

‘Hermione!’ he first tried to shout but his voice came out as a choke, his throat feeling dry and painful. ‘HERMIONE!’ he finally screamed and felt the need to vomit. He didn’t take a response and that made his heart kick in his chest.

‘Well, well, look who’s finally up.’ A voice was heard, making Harry strangle against his bonds. A flash hit him from Dolohov’s wand and Harry felt the skin of his thighs opening, he couldn’t stop himself and let out a scream of pain as he saw his body’s skin tearing into pieces before his eyes. He could see entire pieces of his skin being removed from his abdomen and sides but he wasn’t sure he could feel the pain anymore; his insides were burning like boiled oil so the abuse of his skin felt like something minor.

‘I never thought I’d be able to catch the famous Savior and his Mudblood alive, but you see Potter, destiny is a bitch and changes anytime. My half-blood master might be gone but you have no idea what satisfaction you gave me by moving with the blood traitors, it was so much easier… all of you packed in that hole… I expected of you to think better than becoming the target number one for anyone who wanted revenge on the Dark Lord’s memory… Of course I understand, you thought the Ministry would protect you, well, the half of those bastards were and remain under the Dark Lord’s commands and even if you think that they stopped, then you’re fooled.’ Dolohov said, not rushing at all as he bowed close to Harry. Stretching his hand and ruffling Harry’s wet from blood and sweat hair like he would do to a dog. Harry tried to move again, wanting to tear that bastard apart, wanting to make him feel pain, the same pain he had caused but he couldn’t, he tried again, even more violently but another flash hit him from Dolohov and this time Harry felt his neck’s skin tearing apart, new blood moving down his body and making the wounds it covered to hurt even more.

‘Leave Hermione alone!!’ Harry screamed, thinking only of her, he knew he was already smoked, he knew he would die soon. Thinking of a normal life and future was probably not allowed for him but Hermione had already suffered enough for him, she and the child had to be saved. Dolohov laughed and straiten up again, he moved close to a door and pointed it. Winking at Harry, his eyes full of happiness and joy.

‘You know at first, I thought of killing her too with the massive Infery Curse, but then again, I thought it would be nice to torture the little Mudblood and finally finish what I started back in 1995 in the Department of Mysteries. I loved her face when I stubbed her with the curse back then.’ Dolohov said and Harry growled in pain and the Death Eater’s words. ‘Of course nothing compared to her face when I stubbed her with something better than a curse…’ Dolohov said and Harry could feel fear surging in his heart, he could feel the blood that was still inside him boiling and his ears filling with a dulling noise as he got furious with every second.

‘Of course she wouldn’t let me touch her at first but after a few spells and a little beating she was like clay in my hands, at first I thought she was a virgin and she bled so much, after a few hours with her screaming as I drove inside her I realized she was probably knocked up and had lost the miasma.’ Dolohov said, his gaze hungry to see the desperation in Harry’s eyes, the pain, the fear, the shock, the rage; the Death Eater indeed was satisfied with Harry’s face.

‘It was also a nice time of trying to keep her conscious and torture her to tell me who was the father of the little lost bastard. I wasn’t that shocked when I learnt that I had killed your little one, Potter, I actually felt happy since you won’t see the result of a half-blood and a Mudblood being born. You can imagine I guess what’s happening in the room next door with all my friends having fun with the Mudblood, she may not survive in time to see the sun rising so she has to be useful for me and my hungry friends…’

Dolohov said and pointed his wand at Harry again, Harry couldn’t even notice the Cruciatus hitting him yet again, in spite of the waves of pain, in spite of his insides boiling like lava, in spite of everything, Harry could only think of Hermione and her state, bleeding, raped, beaten, dying. Those tormenting thought shut Harry’s mind down again, probably his organism trying to save him from insanity, if it wasn’t too late already…

The next thing, Harry could feel when his mind started working, was pain, again. He opened his eyes slowly and he could see even blurry that he was in a room with bright lights, too bright for his tired eyes. He could feel pain all over his body but he could also feel pieces of fabric covering his wounds, his many wounds. He suddenly realized that there were people around him, he could hear their voices, he could see them. Without even realizing it he groaned as he moved his arm slightly. Everyone rushed close to him and Harry could recognize the faces of Minerva McGonagall and Kingsley Shacklebolt above his head, he hadn’t seen their faces with so much worry and relief on them at the same time. McGonagall put his glasses on gently, making sure they’re safe on the bridge of his nose and Harry could feel pain even at the spots his glasses were touching him.

‘Harry?’ McGonagall asked and Harry tried to speak but he realized his voice was too weak even to groan again. ‘Ssshh, my dear body, everything is fine now. You’re safe.’ Minerva said and Harry looked at her like she was insulting him, did he look ok or “safe”? Couldn’t she see him? Fear and agony filled Harry’s mind and heart.

‘He’mion’ He made it and croaked, Minerva and Kingsley looked at each other and then back at Harry, worry and sadness making them look even more old and tired.

‘Harry, try to rest, please, Hermione is here, close to you, right behind that curtain.’ Minerva said pointing the curtain at Harry’s right. He made it and looked at it, moving his head slightly.

‘I want to see her,’ he said and he couldn’t believe he had finally found his voice and used it to speak.

‘You will, later, first Harry… The Weasleys are dead, all of them,’ Minerva said and her face darkened. Harry felt like someone had just ripped his insides from their place. Harry looked at McGonagall, wanting her to continue. ‘They killed Molly, Arthur and their children, we found Bill and Fleur dead in their house, Fleur’s child was ripped out of her womb and cursed with a burning spell. The ministry found Charlie dead in Romania, he had just arrived there, the Aurors found him… into pieces.’ Minerva said and her voice broke, Harry could see she had more to say.

‘Go on,’ Harry commanded and Kingsley cleared his throat as Minerva left Harry’s side with her hand keeping her jaw and mouth, her eyes shut, her skin pale, white. Harry looked at Kingsley, expecting to learn the rest of the news, he wanted to know it all now, so he could process at it once, he needed to know how many people he destroyed by killing his enemy, was there any way to keep his loved ones safe? Apparently not.

‘Harry,’ Kingsley started with his deep voice, Harry looked at him, wanting to know more. Kingsley looked away for a second and the somewhere close to his hands on the mattress by Harry’s shoulder. ‘We found Andromeda dead, they attacked her house and she had only time to send her Patronus. When we received her Falcon we ran at her house, even if we were already split between the Burrow and the Shell Cottage.’ Kingsley said like he tried to excuse himself and the Order. ‘We found her dead in her living room, her blood drown from her body, maybe it was something like a punishment for her “mixing” her blood with a muggle… we don’t know yet.’ Kingsley said and Harry closed his eyes, trying not to burst, partly because he knew there was more and partly because even when he breathed he could feel pain inside him.

‘Teddy?’ Harry asked, not sure for the first time if he wanted to know what happened to the little infant…

‘Dead, throttled in his crib.’ Kingsley said quietly. ‘Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood also found dead in their house, we’re not sure how they died because when we arrived there, the house was burnt.’ Kingsley said and Harry could feel a wave of desperation and rage suffocating him, he felt his body jerking and hitting the mattress, his lugs hurting by his screams, and his body suffering physical pain because of his uncontrolled outburst. He could feel Kingsley trying to keep him on the bed but Harry couldn’t stop screaming and hitting his body, he needed to take all this rage out of him. After awhile he finally stopped, feeling some of his wounds re-opened. People were around him now, looking at him with awe, fear, worry, pain, sympathy and so many emotions they shouldn’t be feeling as they looked at him, not after he vanquished the one all those people wanted him to vanquish.

‘Where is Hermione?’ He asked breathless, ready to outburst again. ‘What happened to her and the baby?!’ Harry asked and everyone looked on their feet, that made Harry’s blood boil even more but Kingsley placed a hand on his back and Harry looked at him.

‘She is, alive, the child is gone, I’m sorry Harry. It’s a miracle she made it; they were experimenting with her body, having her opened in several places. Trying to work spells on her. The baby is gone, I’m so sorry Harry… we found it close to her in a vase with a potion, it was probably a girl…’ Kingsley said and Harry could feel his heart stopping, he could feel his blood freezing and his breath dying down. Hermione, ripped like a piece of meat for their experiments, beaten and raped, used and destroyed, their child, their daughter, ripped from her mother’s body, killed in a vase of potion, his daughter and his woman, both destroyed, one lost, the other survived with wounds not even the Gods could ever heal. Did he deserve all that? Was he that bad? That evil? Did Hermione deserve that? For helping him all those years with his love and friendship in return? Was she that bad? Did their a few weeks old daughter deserved that? Growing inside her mother’s womb, signaling the arrival of new beginning in Harry’s life? Did his little girl deserve that? Was his, Hermione and the baby’s lives another needed sacrifice for the Greater Good? Did little Teddy Lupin deserved his death? Fleur’s baby? Ripped and burnt like a piece of nothing. Harry shut his eyes and tried to breath, he needed to breath, he needed to keep the last piece of sanity inside him. He stood up and none dared to stop him or to say something about him needing to rest.

He moved around the curtain and the sight before him made his heart kick even harder than before at the news he had heard. Hermione was laying on a bed without sheets covering her body. A gown was blooded in several places as wounds were still bleeding. He could see her legs bruised and beaten. Her arms in the same state. A huge wound starting from somewhere beneath her gown was reaping her chest’s skin, her neck and was moving to her jaw line. She looked destroyed, spoiled, beaten, empty. Her body seemed smaller, weaker. But the fact that made Harry wanting to fall apart was her gaze. Her head was on one side and her eyes were opened, but they didn’t blink, they didn’t move, they didn’t sparkle like they did when she was asking him what he thought of the baby’s sex, like when she was reading something interesting. They were two glassy, brown orbs, reminding the eyes of the porcelain dolls. Her body was alive but her soul was long dead, her empty gaze confirmed that.

Harry’s legs moved to their own accord and even if his entire body ached and hurt he knelled closed to her so he could be in eye-level with Hermione’s empty eyes. He placed a hand on her belly and she jerked in reflexes of the pain so he took his hand away and brushed it lightly against her hair. Her eyes were still unmoving, still empty.

‘Please-- not again,’ she mumbled and Harry felt a knife tearing his heart into pieces. ‘I want Harry,’ Hermione murmured even if her eyes were still fixed on nowhere. Harry tried to gulp and wore a brave smile, making his face hurt him because of his features’ movement.

‘I’m here, love, right here, look at me Hermione.’ Harry whispered and caressed her hair again. Hermione didn’t move her eyes and Harry felt his mind exploding, he gripped her shoulders and nudged her. Hermione’s body shook and Harry felt several hands pulling him away from her, some people asking him to let Hermione, telling him both their wounds will open again, telling him the dark magic they had been exposed to could strike again, like he didn’t know… he yanked himself free and moved close to Hermione again, hugging her tightly even if both of them moaned in pain as their wounds squeezed with each other’s bodies.

‘Please, I’m here, for you, Hermione.’ Harry said, finally feeling tears running down his cheeks and hurting his wounds. He hadn’t kept his promise, Hermione hadn’t only been hurt, she had suffered. With a small flicker of something less than sorrow Harry felt Hermione hugging him back.

‘Harry,’ Hermione moaned and Harry smiled, this time truly and looked at her, there was no sparkle and no happiness, in her eyes, no hope and no joy but there was life and that made his heart beat a little faster. She looked at him like she hadn’t saw him before, she seemed disorientated and her eyes were empty of all the emotions apart from relief. ‘They killed the baby, Harry. They took her from me; they brought her close to me to see her as she was squirting her last moments in blood. They killed her, they killed the baby,’ Hermione said, her face a mask of lose and sorrow. A smile brighten her face suddenly and she looked at Harry. ‘It was a her, as you wanted it to be, my love, a daughter,’ Hermione said and her smile died as soon as it had been born, the same sorrow darkened her face again. ‘They killed her, they raped me and I hurt so much, Harry. They killed our little baby.’ Hermione repeated and Harry pulled her back in his hug. He could hear people around him talking about bringing someone to check on Hermione and Harry, to make sure they were fine. Some people dared to ask him to leave Hermione but she started screaming and clutching Harry close to her, making both hurt by their bodies’ contact. He tighten his hug even more and kissed Hermione’s head, reassuring that she won’t be alone again. Minerva moved close to them and looked at the couple with sympathy.

‘How long we were in that place?’ Harry asked and Minerva looked at him worried.

‘Almost three days, we couldn’t track you easily…’ she said and Harry closed his eyes, even if he was unconscious, he knew they were using his body like they did with Hermione, he also knew that Hermione had been raped for those three fucking days.

‘Where is Dolohov? Did you kill him?’ he asked, wanting to make sure that man was already dead or dying painfully.

‘We’re trying to catch him, Harry. The entire Order and the Ministry’s forces are out searching. He escaped because he was using—Hermione’s body as a shield and we couldn’t curse him till he reached an apparition point and he disappeared.’ Harry felt Hermione jerking and yanking herself at the sound of her name and Dolohov’s at the same sentence and felt like dying in rage.

‘Why didn’t the Order protect any of us? Not the Burrow, not the Shell Cottage, not the Lovegoods, not Tonks and Teddy?’ Harry asked angrily, the rage he felt before back inside his heart now. None answered and Harry felt like killing everyone.

‘WHY? ANSWER ME!’

Of course they never answered his question. Harry could answer now himself, after those years. Because none believed he needed to be protected, because they were all happy and settled with him killing Voldemort, none from the Order cared about the aftermath as soon as Harry had killed Him. None had really cared for what would happen to him. They were all fine with Voldemort gone and that night thirteen people and two unborn children were cruelly murdered. His child was cruelly murdered, people had said Hermione wasn’t mentally stable, nor he was, but Harry never believed them, they survived three fucking days of tortures, it was normal for them to change…

Harry could still remember the headlines of the newspapers about the wrong ways of the Ministry and why the Order hadn’t saved the Savor and his closest people… He could still remember people being around him truly worried, people like Neville Longbottom and Fleur’s family, Gabriel Delacour and the Creve family. Harry could also remember the hypocrisy around him and Hermione, people like Rita Sketeer trying to take an interview, howling of how she deserved to ask him and Hermione about everything in the name of the people’s information.

Rita… Harry thought with a small chuckle… He could never forget Hermione’s happy squeals and pleads for him cutting Rita in even smaller pieces as she was still conscious… Harry tried to pull himself out of those thoughts; he realized he was gripping the end of the table with enormous power, making his knuckles turn white. Still his stomach ached at the thought of Dolohov free, he felt his face forming into a smile as he remembered Margaret’s words, they had finally captured him. He was more than happy to announce the news to Hermione, to let her kill the Death Eater in any way she liked the most and then sending a piece of him to the Order and to the Minister, to show them how useless they were, to show to both McGonagall and Shacklebolt that range and desperation are the only way to have things done.

In a world where the forces of darkness rule, justice is about to take different shapes. Harry knew that like only he and Hermione did and he was about to show it to everyone else… Beyond the darkness terror lives forever, Harry was ready to make sure everyone will be living under that terror, the same terror he lived during his years to the Dursleys, like he did in his Hogwarts years, like he did during the Horcrux Hunt and those fucking three days of tortures and loss.

Harry Potter, the Master of Death, the Savor from Voldemort, the new Lord, was about to prove to everyone that a new age of darkness is dawning in the Wizarding World… in this world of darkness, evil can hide anywhere…
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