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What I've become	By : RoxieRose666 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 14260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warning

This chapter contains death, violence and scenes of a sexual nature/rape, its not too graphic but please if you don’t like such things...don’t read it :D I dont own harry potter or make any money.

Chapter 20

The swirling abbess twisted and stretched until Hermione felt she was going to be torn apart, she wanted to cry out but found she had no mouth to scream with.

“What's happening to me?” Hermione thought as the endless abbess suddenly surged forward into a sickening spin, colours streaked past with blinding speed, then suddenly it stopped.

Hermione blinked as a room began to focus and the first thing she noticed was she was no longer viewing the world from Sahar's eyes but viewing from the sidelines as she watched Sahar form in front of her, she then recognized the room as it materialized.

She was back in Sahar's bedroom only now it was slightly different, the toys and dolls had been replaced with spell books and now that she was fully formed she noticed Sahar had grown into a teenager and that she filled out the dress she was wearing nicely.

Hermione watched as Sahar twirled in front of a large ornate mirror and noted the small smile on her lips, she was happy, very happy in fact.

Sahar hitched the hem of her dress up and turned for the door, Hermione felt herself being pulled along in her wake like she was attached to some strange elastic band.

Sahar walked down a long hallway humming to herself until she came to the grand staircase and stopped dead.

Hermione peered round Sahar to see what had made her stop and spotted Felicia stood at the bottom of the stair as if waiting for her.

Sahar held her head high as she descended the stairs and went to pass her mother until she laid a hand gently upon her arm.

“Please don’t go darling...you know how he will react” Felicia whispered giving Sahar's arm a gentle squeeze.

Sahar's smile slipped and she reached out and brushed the bruise that shone underneath Felicia's eye

“I have to mum...I cant let him rule me, besides you know he will not dare try to stop me” Sahar whispered, retracting her hand and turning for the door.

Hermione watched tears slip down Felicia's face before she was tugged along with Sahar, once Hermione stepped outside time seemed to shift and she found herself not stood outside Salazar’s manor but in the middle of a field where she watched Sahar pace back and forth.

Time slipped by slowly and Sahar seemed to grow more and more worried as she bounced upon her heels.

Some time later a dark figure approached and Sahar broke into a smile and jogged forward to meet the figure, Hermione stumbled along after her, once up close she noticed the figure was a boy of Sahar's age.

“I thought you weren’t going to come” Sahar said when she reached him.

“I almost didn’t” Said the boy.

“I'm glad you did I've missed you” Sahar said taking his hand in hers but he shook it off and clasps his hands together.

“Timothy...what’s wrong?” Sahar asked frowning, Hermione moved round and studied the boy before her, he was very handsome she had to admit but clearly Muggle by his attire, there was something about his demeanour that Hermione found off but she could not place it.

“You know what’s wrong Sahar....were not going to work out” Timothy said his eyes blank.

“What do you mean....of cause we are” Sahar said with a shaky laugh.

“Your father threatened me today” blurted Timothy.

“My father has nothing to do with me!” Sahar said her voice rising.

“That means little....he hates me Sahar, I mean really hates me, I don’t know why but he just does, we cant maintain a relationship while he opposes us so”

“What are you saying?” Asked Sahar her voice shaking.

“I don't think we should see each other any more” Timothy said breaking his gaze and looking away.

“Your going to let my father come between us” Sahar said tears beginning to drip from her eyelashes.

“I don’t know what else to do...” Timothy mumbled looking out across the field.

“Fight for me, don't let him bully you!” Sahar sobbed trying to catch Timothy's eye.

“I cant...He scares me” Timothy said before turning away to leave.

“Then your a coward!” Sahar shouted, rushing forward and pushing Timothy in the back, Hermione instinctively reached out to stop his decent but all he did was stumble and turned back to Sahar.

“I gave everything to you...and you just want to throw it all away like it was nothing!” Sahar shouted, tears now falling free and fast, Timothy merely nodded looking into the distance.

“Don’t you love me?” Sahar asked, Timothy shook his head.

Hermione felt the air around her grow hot and unexplainable anger filled her, she looked towards Sahar and noticed she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Did you ever love me?” Sahar sobbed a hand reaching up to grip her head, Hermione mimicked her as pain started to build within her head and knew then that Sahar was trying unsuccessfully to hold it back.

Timothy shook his head again and looked up at Sahar who's chest rose and fell rapidly as the anger built.

“We cant be together” Timothy said his voice ringing with finality.

“The you really are a coward!” Sahar screamed not caring if anyone heard

“Goodbye Sahar” Timothy said as he turned his back on her and began to walk away into the night, Hermione doubled over in pain the same time Sahar did and gripped her head with both hands as the pain built to its extent.

“COWARD!” Sahar and Hermione screamed at the same time thrusting there arms out in front of them, channelling the anger thought there arms and sending it into Timothy's retreating back.

Hermione watched in horror as a bright light shot thought Timothy, he stumbled once before he crumpled to the ground.

“Timothy!” Sahar shouted running forward and kneeling at his side, Hermione stood staring at her hands in horror at what she had done....what Sahar had done, what they had done, nothing made sense any more, had she helped Sahar murder him or had there connection become stronger with there conjoint anger.

Hermione dropped her hands and watched Sahar as she turned Timothy's head towards her, his empty dead eyes stared back.

“No...No...No, you can't be dead...I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry” Sahar cried while lightly slapping his cheek while the other hand searched for a pulse but found non, Sahar let out a long painful moan and swallowed hard.

“Oh Merlin” Sahar cried, Rising to her feet she backed away from the body breathing heavily, Hermione couldn’t take her eyes of the dead body but she felt Sahar's loss and grieving as she backed away, she felt the same snap when Sahar did, nothing mattered any more.

Sahar Ran from the body not caring where she was going, Hermione ran with her, her mind racing with questions.

After awhile Sahar began to walk, her feet scuffing the ground as she dragged herself along a dark deserted road, her eyes void of all emotion.

Hermione felt as empty as Sahar, she felt nothing, no sadness, no remorse, she saw nothing and heard nothing as she walked, not even when she walked by a group of men who where grubby from working down the mines.

“Hey sweetie!” one of the men shouted drunkenly as he stumbled forward and grabbed Sahar's shoulder making her stop and look at him.

“Do you want to come with us?” The man slurred his retched breath invading her nostrils as he grinned a goofy grin.

Sahar shook her head numbly and tried to push passed him but the man kept a firm grip upon her arm, Hermione didn't like how the mans friends were slowly closing in around Sahar and fear gripped her heart when the man that held Sahar pulled her closer.

“I wasn’t asking” he growled his fingers biting hard into her shoulder his friends moving ever closer laughing making Hermione anxious.

“Let me go” Sahar snarled though gritted teeth.

“woo hoo look at this boys, a girl with a mouth....lets see if she knows how to use it” The man sneered pushing Sahar down to her knee's and undoing his zipper with his free hand to release his manhood.

“Get of me” Sahar snarled pushing at the mans legs as he moved forward but he grabbed both of her shoulders harder and tried to force her head forward.

Hermione watched in mounting terror as the man tried to violate Sahar's mouth, she felt bile building in her throat and fought the urge to be sick (She had no idea if she even could) Hermione was sure what was about to happen so when Sahar reached out and grabbed the mans protruding penis she gasped aloud. hard, her nails popping into the flesh drawing blood and using it to get back to her feet.

“Let go of me!” the man yelled his eyes wide with terror as Sahar increased her grip, her nails popping into his flesh the man tried to pull free which only resulted in tearing of his flesh making him scream.

Sahar stood up, her demeanour suddenly strong, shoulders back and head held high, her eyes shone a bright green, her nails sunk deeper until she could feel the mans blood dripping from her fingers.

The mans friends converged around Sahar trying to pry him away from her and Hermione watched opened mouth as she looked at each one of them in turn before anger began to build behind her skull, but this time it didn’t feel painful, this time she felt powerful, like nothing in the world could stop her, and found she liked it more than she should.

Sahar used the power that was building within her and directed it to the men around her, a frightening smile upon her lips.

“Die” Sahar whispered in a deadly voice, the man she held screamed as his member turned to ash in her hands.

Sahar laughed aloud as the man stumbled back clutching clumps of ash to his pelvis, She began to move forward as the men began to run and smile as she thrust one hand forward and without a word of a spell been uttered the men burst into flames.

The men screamed and fell to the ground trying to quench the flames with dirt, but nothing worked soon there screams died out all together Sahar laughing the whole time while Hermione watched helplessly as they slowly turned to ash.

The night turned silent when Sahar stopped laughing, she looked around at the carnage before her, nothing but ash now remained of then men.

Taking a deep breath Sahar started to walk again as if nothing at all had happened, Hermione walked slowly behind her at a loss for words, until Sahar began to speak, at first she thought she was being spoken to but then realized Sahar was merely talking to herself.

“Maybe my father was right about Muggle's....Nothing but filth and vermin that pollute the earth and spread disease” Sahar mumbled.

“I hate them....hate them, hate them” she hissed as her home came into view.

The scene abruptly changed making Hermione's head spin, she was now looking upon a grand table, Sahar was sat next to her mother at one end of the table her father at the other.

Sahar's dark hair hanged lankly over the bowl of soup she was slowly consuming, her eyes were blank and unfocused as she spooned the soup into her mouth.

Felicia kept glancing at her daughter every so often with a concerned expression, “Sahar” Felicia whispered leaning forward and grasping her arm, Sahar looked up from her hair and Felicia recoiled slightly.

“Are you ok?” she asked giving her arm a gently rub, Sahar shifted her eyes back to her food without saying a word, leaving her mother to sit back in her seat.

“Did you hear the news Felicia?” Salazar asked suddenly making Felicia jump as if slapped, Sahar remained motionless.

“N...no dear, what news” Felicia asked her voice nervous and shaky.

“They found a dead boy in the fields this morning” Salazar said with a smile, Sahar's head snapped up as if upon a string.

“Yes the poor filth was found just laying there in the dirt, not a mark upon him, how peculiar, don’t you think?” Salazar said his words dripping with sarcasm.

Sahar lifted her head up further, her eyes trained on her father, “What did you do?” she mumbled, while her father smirked, knowing instinctively that he had something to do with it.

“I did nothing....you did all the work my dear” he chuckled.

Sahar felt her body go tense as pain ripped though her skull without warning causing plates and goblets the shatter.

Felicia jumped away from the table as shards of glass and metal flew at her from all directions, Sahar rose to her feet while the shards sliced across her face her nails digging into the polished wood.

“What did you do!” Sahar snarled Though clenched teeth.

“Just showed you how despicable Muggle's are”

“Tell me how!” Sahar growled her small frame shaking with rage making the table wobble.

“I simply put a spell on that boyfriend of yours” Salazar sneered then raised his goblet into the air before taking a drink.

“You made him say those things to me” she whispered and Hermione felt her sudden despair.

“Yes” Salazar hissed, “I did”

The walls of the dinner hall began to shake violently as Sahar strove for control.

“You meant for me to kill him....didn’t you” Sahar said between sobs.

“No....that was just an added bonus my child” Salazar said his lips twitching into a smile.

With a loud crack the wall split open a few centimetres and continued to shake making Felicia scream.

“Sahar what are you doing, stop this at once!” Felicia cried covering her head with her hands, Sahar moved past her mother as she made her way over to her father.

“How could you do this to me, I’m your daughter!” Sahar shouted, chairs flinging out of her way and shattering against the wall as she approached them.

“You are no daughter of mine” Salazar snarled abruptly getting to his feet and drawing his wand.

Sahar laughed once and the walls suddenly stopped shaking, she stood in silence in a sea of glass and broken wood looking at her father, her head tilted to one side smiled.

“If you truly feel that way father, why don’t you just kill me” Sahar laughed, Salazar put his wand away and picked up his goblet again before returning Sahar's smile.

Hermione felt her power swirling around her body and knew already what Sahar was planning to do because she felt like doing it herself.

Sahar raised her hand and faced her palm towards her father, “Or should I just kill you instead” she whispered the power surging though her arm she closed her eyes and began to let the power flow, Hermione felt her own power joining with hers and it felt oddly peaceful, until a dreadful gagging sound reached them.

Sahar spun around just in time to see her mother fall to the ground grasping her chest as she coughed up turrets of blood.

“Momma!” she screamed running towards her and throwing herself down beside her, Felicia gagged and choked upon her own blood, her eyes rolling sickeningly in there sockets.

“Momma what’s wrong!” Sahar cried pulling her mothers head into her lap and cradling it, not caring that her hands and face became covered in her blood.

“To reply to your earlier statement my dear....I already have” Salazar said leaning back in his chair while draining his goblet, Sahar sobbed and rocked back and forth brushing Felicia's blood soaked hair away from her face.

“You see, I have been watching you since the day you were born Sahar, I sensed the power that resided within you, and I feared it, any infant that had that much power should not be aloud to live, but my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to study you” Salazar said getting to his feet he moved round the table towards Sahar who had buried her face into her mothers shoulder while she cried, Felicia shuddered once then became still making Sahar sob harder.

“The the fiasco in the library showed me the extent of your power, but I wished to study you further, but now that you are coming of age I can not take the risk of others finding out about you” Salazar said matter of factly as he came to a stop before Sahar and the corpse of his wife.

Hermione who had remained motionless throughout the whole thing now moved so she could see Sahar round Salazar, she noticed straight away how Sahar's hands had slipped away from her mothers head and now hung limply at her sides.

Sahar used what little strength she had to lift her head to her father, “You poisoned us....” she began but stopped while she was over come with coughing that brought blood bubbling to her lips.

“Why....my...mother?” Sahar asked around the blood that leaked from her mouth.

“So you can never come back” Salazar whispered then turning on his heel he walked from the room slamming the door behind him.

Hermione watched as Sahar convulsed, Felicia's head slipping to the floor, Sahar tried to get to her feet but slipped in all the blood, landing on her back she began to spasm, her legs and arms jerked about at odd angles, with a final gag Sahar became still her eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling.

Hermione wiped her face when she became aware that she was crying heavily, moving as if in a dream Hermione went to Sahar and looked down into her dead eyes, she looked peaceful in death.

Hermione leaned down to touch Sahar's face until her eye's shifted to hers making Hermione scream and jump back, she watched open mouthed as Sahar, pale and clearly dead lifted up her head and smiled at Hermione.

“I chose you Hermione, because I knew you would understand, we are one an the same me and you you may be Muggle decent, but your power would have proceeded that of others...even without me” Sahar said her dead eyes glowing with bright light, the light grew stronger until it was all Hermione could see, she felt her birthmark upon her neck burn suddenly before she was flung backwards into a wall making her black out for a few seconds.

When she opened her eyes she found herself back in her own bathroom laid upon the cold tiled floor, getting to her feet she felt nausea wash over her, she just made it to the sink when she vomited it took awhile for her to stop and when she did she looked up into the mirror and placed her hand upon it.

“I do understand....Sahar” she whispered silent tears dripping from her lashed, her reflection smiled kindly then went back to normal, suddenly feeling exhausted Hermione went into her bedroom and fell into bed, the clock told her that since waking and going into the bathroom only a mere ten minutes had passed, while sleep started to settle around her Hermione thought of Lucius and hoped he was ok.
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