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Two Steps From Hell	By : Ssserpensssotia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 30375 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hi!
Well, here's the new chapter.
I would like you to remember that Hermione is 18. She may be an adult and smarter than most, but she's a young girl. She is not a super-woman and she has her breaking points. That said, I promise I'll keep her sane, unlike I did with Harry.
I have always wanted to write Dark!Insane! Harry, and I'll try it a bit in this story.
With this chapter, I wanted to show you that 'bad boys' are not only cool and funny, but also really bad. I won't sugar-coat anything.
Sherlocked17- giggles...Thank you so much! Yeah, Hermione is not a frigid prude in this story. But it's good, right? ;)
If you could continue letting me know what you think, I would be extremely grateful.
If you have any questions, I'll gladly answer them all.
Beta: Serpent In Red
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Horcrux Mine
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Chapter Twenty Two
May
Narcissa saw Lucius Apparate to the call of the Dark Mark, and with a sigh, she got up from the chair and walked towards the windows.
Lucius had been called to the Dark Lord—for the first time in the whole week—and Narcissa didn't like the feeling of something eating at her gut. Something was going on and she didn't know what, as Lucius refused to tell her anything business-related. It had always been so before Lucius managed to almost get them all killed, and Narcissa had had to interfere. But now, for over a year already, Lucius didn't tell her anything at all.
Narcissa slowly walked over to Lucius's desk, and when her eyes fell on the papers that her husband had been dealing with the last days, she had to close her mouth with her hand.
What is this?!
With wide eyes, Narcissa took the pictures into her hands, and she could not believe what she was seeing.
How could Lucius even think about it? Was he insane?
What kind of monster was her husband turning into?
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If only he could control the trial …
He would give away half of his soul to be able to finish this pathetic family. If only he could be the one to deliver the blow …
But alas, the Dark Lord had just informed them all—him, the Lestranges, Dolohov and Rookwood—that their Lord would supervise the trial, and one did not put his wishes before the wishes of the Dark Lord if one wished to live.
"Lucius, step forward."
He would still enjoy the show even if he couldn't be the head of the trial commission.
"My Lord."
If only …
"The Weasleys are yours, Lucius."
…
Could it really be?
"I will supervise the trial, but I will not interfere unless I find it necessary. The trial is yours to do as you please, Lucius."
It was hard to breathe from the feelings that took over his heart and mind, and as Lucius got down on his knees before his Master, he had never worshipped him more.
"I am your Lord, and I reward those who serve me faithfully."
His Lord addressed all the gathered Death Eaters, but Lucius felt that the words were for him only.
He would be able to finish what his father couldn't. Lucius would be the one to destroy that pathetic family, and everyone will watch him do so.
"My soul is yours, My Lord."
Lucius's voice was raspy from all the emotions, and as he looked directly into the pale-blue eyes, Lucius saw Lord Voldemort smile.
This time, Lucius really meant it, and they both knew it.
He had never been so proud to be a Malfoy and serve his Master.
Whatever it took …
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"You will not use those horrible pictures to frame the girl, Lucius!"
Narcissa could not look at the raised eyebrows or the laughing grey eyes that she loved so much.
This was just a child, younger than Draco, and her husband was going to destroy the girl.
"Of course I will not frame the girl, Cissy. Don't be ridiculous."
Well … maybe Lucius wasn't lost yet …
"I'll frame her whole family."
Narcissa could only stare as her husband opened the papers he had brought with him from the Dark Lord, and for the first time in her life, Narcissa was ashamed to be a Malfoy when she saw the Daily Prophet that was going to appear everywhere in just a few hours.
It was one thing to hate Muggles and everything Muggle-related, but to be so cruel and ruthless to other pure-bloods … even to the Weasleys …
It was sick even for Lucius.
"Lucius, you will not do it."
Narcissa was now standing near her husband, and as she saw the icy glint in his eyes, she closed hers.
"I already have."
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Molly Weasley cleaned the stove and put away the rest of the liquid porridge into the fridge. While not having money wasn't something that was new, now, it was catastrophical.
Arthur came downstairs, his bright-orange hair now almost fully grey, and Molly hugged her dear husband before kissing him on the cheek.
As long as they had one another, they would survive anything.
It was eight o'clock in the morning when a knock sounded in the Burrow, and as Molly opened the door to see who came so early, her heart froze in fear and plummeted into her stomach.
With panicked eyes, Molly watched the crowd of at least twenty people outside, and when her gaze landed on the two blonds, Molly had to lean on the door.
"Darling, who is it?"
She heard Arthur say from behind her before her husband stepped forward. She felt his hand grip her arm when he saw Lucius Malfoy and Rita Skeeter smile at them from the crowd of Aurors —now called Excubitores—and reporters with flashing cameras.
What did the bastard want? Didn't he cause enough pain already?
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"Arthur Weasley."
It was hard not to laugh as Lucius watched the panicked eyes of the rats. It never felt so good to be him.
His father had died before he could avenge their family, but now he, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, would be able to finish his ancestors' fight with the Weasleys.
"What do you want in my home, Malfoy?"
If one could call that barn a home …
Even with all the expanding charms and magic, the barn looked so tiny that Lucius doubted that his shoes would fit in if he decided to turn the place into a shoe closet.
He wanted to dance from glee, but he needed to remain calm in front of the sea of cameras.
He was a Malfoy.
"Tell me, Weasley. Have you read the Daily Prophet or any other newspaper yet?"
Lucius smiled as he heard Rita giggle from his left and watched the alarmed eyes of the womb of a wife—what a fat, ugly whale—take in the Excubitores behind him—he hated the name "Aurors" so much that he simply had to change it, and the Dark Lord did not mind.
Before the head Weasel could open his mouth, Lucius took out the rolled-up Daily Prophet.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Arthur's voice wasn't shaking, but the pale, sweaty face and the freckled hand that was holding the whale—spasming over the layers of fat—told him just how worried Arthur really was.
I want to watch this memory every morning and every evening before going to bed.
"It's Minister Malfoy for you, Weasley. Open the newspaper and tell me what you think I want."
Yes, yes! Open it and look at me, Weasley!
Lucius had to grip his silver cane so that his hands stopped itching.
Fucking open it already!
As his hungry grey eyes watched now trembling hands open the scroll and when he heard the scream of the whale, Lucius smiled at the shocked, white face of his nemesis, and his smile was sincere.
"Arthur Weasley, you are arrested for procuring prostitution, distribution of pornography, and tax evasion."
Lucius couldn't stop the laugh that escaped him when Molly Weasley fell onto the ground, her heavy mass now lying on the grass with a spread Daily Prophet covering the ugly face.
"Daily Prophet Special Edition! Prostitution and pornography at Hogwarts! Ginny Weasley caught in action! The society is in shock!"
Lucius watched as Arthur dropped onto his knees near the whale—how could a man want such body?—and as the tears started to run down the closed blue eyes and over the trembling lips, Lucius had never been more happy in his life.
He was a Malfoy.
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""The daughter of Arthur Weasley is a prostitute and a porn star at Hogwarts. The shock of the century!" by Rita Skeeter, page 1-21
"Dear readers, you will not believe the amorality and the perversion shown by one wizarding family. The depths of the perverse entanglement are hard to comprehend even for such an experienced reporter as myself. Something like this had been happening at Hogwarts, where our children learn the art of magic, and we never knew. We cannot blame ourselves, dear readers, as we cannot expect something so sick to take place in the school that we all know and love. The Headmaster of Hogwarts, Rabastan Lestrange, still cannot believe what Ginny Weasley had been doing all this time and promised full investigation, together with our beloved Minister of Magic, Lucius Malfoy, who immediately, after finding out the horrible truth, issued an arrest order for one Arthur Weasley. The charges that are pressed are not full and will be expanded when our hard-working Law Enforcement gets to the depth of this perverse, sick family's deepest secrets. The Ministry allowed the press to take part in the investigation, protecting our freedom of speech and morality.
The Ministry of Magic will protect our society, and we must help them!"
Rita Skeeter, the head reporter of the Daily Prophet and the chief-correspondent for the Weasley case."
The Daily Prophet fell from her hands, and Ginny looked around.
The Great Hall was so silent that she could hear her heavy breathing.
No, no, no, no!
It could not be happening!
"Ginny Weasley, you will come with me."
Ginny's insane-with-panic brown eyes met the laughing green ones of the Headmaster, and only when he smiled did she fully understand what she had done.
No …
As Ginny started to walk towards the exit with the Headmaster, she felt all the gazes on her.
The Daily Prophet was held in every pair of hands, and Ginny felt her heart in her throat when she saw the moving images from everywhere.
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"The daughter of Arthur Weasley is a prostitute and a porn star at Hogwarts. The shock of the century!" by Rita Skeeter, page 1-21
"Scandal at Hogwarts! A student prostitutes her body!" Page 1
"The Weasleys pimp their daughter and sell pornography with her in main role!" Page 2-3
"Incest runs deep with the Weasleys! Who with whom!" Page 4-8
"Ginny Weasley rides not only brooms!" Page 9-16, age restricted
"Ginny Weasley cheats on Harry Potter!" Page 17
"Life in the Burrow. Details from close sources!" Page 18-19
"Minister Malfoy promises to save our society from the amoral rats!" Page 1 and 20
George Weasley roared in horror and pain as he slammed the Daily Prophet onto the counter of the joke shop he had opened with his twin brother.
For the first time, George was glad that Fred was already dead.
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Ron was sitting on floor, near the closed door, holding the useless key in his trembling hand. The anti-Apparation wards did not allow him to simply Apparate into the apartment, and the key did not fit anymore.
Hermione was away on a university-arranged trip to Nepal, even though the semester was over, and she'd be away for one more day, but Ron needed to just sit in the same place where Hermione spent her days, to run away from the horror, to not face the reality. To not see the laughing, leering faces of everyone around.
Harry was nowhere to be found, and as tears fell onto the cold floor, Ron understood that he was all alone now.
His family was doomed, and there was no one to help them.
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Hermione was lying with her eyes opened, enjoying the cool breeze from outside and watching the figure beside her.
He was sleeping, and he looked so perfect that Hermione could not stop her hand as her fingers softly traced the lines of his face.
This was the man that she loved.
One week ago, Hermione would still lie to herself and claim that she only wanted him, but now, after one week in Goa, she couldn't lie anymore.
She truly loved Marvolo.
One week she'd spent here, on the most beautiful beaches she had ever seen, swimming in the transparent water that was the same color as the intelligent eyes that watched her from the shore. She swam naked in the moonlight, not afraid of dark waters, because she was not alone. Her naked body was pleasured on the white sand with light waves caressing their bodies so many times during this week that Hermione felt empty when they weren't united. She missed him, even when he slept near her now. She had fallen so deep that she didn't know how she would climb back up.
Every minute of the week she had spent with him, and she wanted more. He was her obsession.
If only he hadn't been the Dark Lord …
They had been to Kolkata and visited many wonderful places, but it wasn't the location that mattered, it was the company. He had left only once, before quickly returning and surprising her in the swimming pool.
Marvolo didn't kill or torture anyone during the week, and Hermione realised that when she didn't see his bad side, she adored him.
He was everything she wanted from a man and more.
Hermione smiled as she thought about what they had been doing all week. She dared to ask him if she could come with him when Voldemort simply told her he was going to Goa.
Voldemort and Goa did not sound well together, but Marvolo and Goa did.
He was Marvolo and he allowed it.
Their spacious cabin was located directly in the waters, standing on four bars in the blue ocean, and if she wanted, she could swim in the pool that separated the waters and the lounge. White beaches and ocean were all she saw. They were the only ones in the area.
To say it was magical would be not enough.
They watched the sunrises and the sunsets; they made love on the lounge, on the bed, in the water. They had sex in the bathroom, in the bath, and the twirl pool. They fucked on the sand and in the swimming pool.
He read with her sitting in his lap, and she drank coffee from his cup.
She used his shampoo, and she sniffed his perfume when he didn't watch.
In one week, her world was turned upside down, and Hermione did not know how she could return to living in reality.
She preferred not to think about the cold truth that—most probably—was waiting for her. Hermione already knew that Lord Voldemort didn't suddenly turn all white and fluffy, and she knew he liked emotional "showers". Up and down.
And since this was the highest up, then one day, she'd find out what hell meant.
And his smile had been sincere when he had nodded in unspoken agreement to her silent conclusion.
He looked so relaxed that Hermione couldn't help but wonder how he managed to sleep so well.
He had done things not one other man—or wizard—had done, and he enjoyed it.
Hermione understood that after this fairytale week she would have months of nightmares.
And screams in the night.
She couldn't sleep normally, and the nightmares were almost daily. The people—the dead ones from the Piccadilly or Paris—screamed; she heard the Killing Curse and saw the King's Cross station, but now in other details, different. Chantel looked at her every night with her opened, unseeing eyes.
But this week, her mind was light. There had been no nightmares.
She hadn't felt better in a long time, and she knew why. The Horcrux became euphoric when her body became one with the main soul's body, and she could feel it, too, if she wanted. It was a temptation, just like those lips were.
He kissed her many times.
He held her often, bridal style, as he actually carried her into the waters or into bed.
She took his hand without thinking about it, and she kissed the tender lips when she wanted to. Here, in Goa, he was hers and she was his.
There was no Lord Voldemort and Hermione Granger; there were two lovers who could not get enough of each other.
She slept in his arms, seeing funny or happy dreams, and she had never been happier in her whole life.
Hermione squeaked when her finger was suddenly licked, and as she looked into the pale-blue eyes, she wanted this moment to never end.
She hated Voldemort, but Marvolo was irresistible.
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"Will I hate you?"
Hermione asked, slowly tracing lines on the toned stomach, not looking into the pale eyes.
It was the morning, and today, they would be returning to Britain. Hermione's first year at Illuminus was finished—with Outstandings only—and Hermione knew that a cold shower was ahead.
"You already do, my sweet."
Marvolo's voice was sensuous when he touched her hair and lifted her chin with one hand to look at him.
Yes, she did. But she felt that somehow, she'd hate him even more—if it were possible—upon finding out what he had in store for her.
"Will I hate you more?" Hermione asked now, not tearing her gaze from the eyes that were twinkling with mischief.
"Of course."
Well …
"What have you done?"
Marvolo lifted her a bit up—it was ridiculous how easily he twirled her wherever he wanted, but she was small and light—and Hermione now sat fully on Marvolo's naked body.
"I actually haven't done anything, my sweet. I was here with you this whole time, remember?"
Hermione tried to hold the conversation, but as Marvolo nudged her to slowly move, a moan escaped her lips.
She was slowly riding him, but she wouldn't stop the questioning. She needed to know.
"Ahhh, then who, ahh, has?"
It wasn't that easy to talk when having sex.
"Who do you think?"
Slowly going up and down, Hermione moaned before concentrating again.
"Malfoy, isn't it?"
The hard stroke up was the only confirmation she needed.
"You promised not to target my friends or the Order." Hermione steadied herself on both arms before leaning closer to the handsome face and biting gently on his bottom lip.
"And I always keep my promises, my sweet. I didn't target them like you think. And in all honesty that I possess, I am telling you, I haven't done anything. I allowed Lucius free rein for a week because I'm spending my time with you here. I am actually quite innocent."
Hermione started to move again as the hands on her waist started to guide her body.
Marvolo had had enough of talk for now.
"Innocent" was not a word she'd use to describe Marvolo. And Lucius. What had that blasted Malfoy done?
"You'll find out soon. Now start moving."
Asshole, Hermione thought and raised her body before brutally pushing down.
His loud moan was echoed by hers. She'd find out soon anyway.
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Hermione put the Daily Prophet onto the table, and looking at Marvolo's laughing eyes, she slapped him on the cheek.
The slap could be heard even in the remote areas, and Hermione's hand felt like it was on fire when she was suddenly captured by two strong arms that held her tight.
"So fierce. And what if I hit you back, breaking all those beautiful white teeth, hm, my sweet?"
She hated him so much it was hard to breathe. Maybe she needed him to hurt her, to finally get her sick mind together.
However, she highly doubted Voldemort would hit her like a Muggle. He was many things but a woman beater he was not, and Hermione knew this for sure.
"Hit me then," Hermione spat into the smiling face.
How could he be so cruel? How can they all be so ruthless?
"If that is what you wish …"
Hermione didn't have a time to blink before she was thrown against a wall.
He wasn't using magic, and as Hermione got up on her feet, she attacked him again, this time pushing at him with her body, managing to bring them onto the floor.
Her one hand was behind her back, being twisted in an angle that hurt like hell, but her rage was so powerful that the pain did not matter.
They rolled on the floor, the furniture was smashed to pieces, and as Hermione's leg managed to hit him where it hurt the most, her hair was pulled up and twisted in a fist before her head was slammed against the floor.
She felt the blood in her mouth and felt the heavy breathing near her ear.
"I am stronger magically, physically, and mentally. There is nothing you can do, my lioness."
Hermione turned her head and spat the blood into the pale eyes.
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He was going to lose it one day and simply kill her.
Voldemort was looking into the enraged brown eyes, and he liked what he saw.
He had thought up this whole charade with vacation, knowing that Hermione would want to come with him. He needed this one week to cement her emotions for him, and he knew he did well.
He hadn't been pretending this week as he was having a good time, and Hermione's company was something he could tolerate.
She was smart and curious, but she knew when he was in the mood to answer her questions and when it was better to keep quiet.
She wasn't clinging to him, and she wasn't acting. Her thoughts were amusing or even interesting, and her brilliance made him smile often.
She even already recognized the pattern he was following with her, and it pleased him more than it should have.
Hermione truly hated him, but she truly loved him. It was insane how complicated her emotions were, and it took him a whole night to process her feelings as she was sleeping.
She still refused to bend to his will fully, and she would keep resisting him for as long as she could.
She loved her friends and believed in good and evil, but she wanted him on so many levels that Voldemort simply could not understand how it was possible to feel such opposite emotions for one person.
He knew from the very beginning that Hermione had a few very weak points that she didn't know about.
She respected authority figures—a bit too much—and she loved power, no matter what she said.
She would do anything for the people she cared about, and it didn't matter what happened to others if those she cared about were safe.
She Oblivated her own parents before sending them to Australia.
He saw her memories and the stunt with this Umbridge woman was simply devious. Hermione brought a person into the Forbidden Forest without knowing if the person survived the night or not.
She was sneaky and evil when she thought it was for the better good.
Her thirst for knowledge was second only to his as was her brilliance.
And she was violent.
If he used all the pressure points correctly, he'd be able to catch her completely.
He had allowed her almost anything, and he knew it worked miracles. Hermione was like a wild fire. If captured between barriers, she'd burn and violently twirl on the ground, but when allowed free rein, she'd be strong and fast, spreading around and up.
Just like he preferred her to be.
And she had hit him again.
And even asked him to hit her, which was something he hadn't expected from anyone.
She was lucky he was satisfied with her progress and the week hadn't been that bad. Otherwise, he would have hit her hard, making her swallow her teeth and not slap her—lightly for him—on the cheek.
He wasn't a woman beater, but he was violent. Very violent.
He watched as Hermione gathered herself from the floor, touching her flaming red check lightly with her fingertips.
He hoped she had satisfied her violent urges because he didn't know how long he'd be able to control himself otherwise. He didn't want to kill her now.
As her high-heel shoe flew towards his face, Voldemort quickly ducked to the side, and the shoe hit the glass door behind him.
It looked like they would stay here for a few hours more.
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Hermione was sitting near a wall, leaning heaving on it, as she watched Voldemort wipe the blood from his face.
She had managed to hit him a few times, and as she spit the blood onto the wooden floor, she couldn't help but smile.
She beat up the Dark Lord and she was still alive. Her hands hurt like hell, her shoulder was probably dislocated, her cheek would be blue soon, and her head was heavy, but Hermione would gladly continue if she had any power left.
He was right. He was stronger in all aspects, and she was no one in the new world while he was everything.
But it didn't mean she'd give up.
That bastard didn't force or drug Ginny because Hermione knew of Ginny's plans, but to use it like that …
Even if it had been Malfoy's doings—sick, ruthless fuck—Voldemort controlled Malfoy fully, so that meant he could have stopped this horror if he so wished.
"Let Ginny go."
Hermione saw Voldemort laugh as he sat onto the only repaired piece of furniture.
"Negotiations are not your forte yet, my sweet."
She knew she couldn't have done anything if she had been present in Britain, and she understood that Voldemort didn't bring her here to simply hide Malfoy's work from her view.
Malfoy was a Minister, and Voldemort was in charge of the country, so a fair trial was not something she'd expect to see and she would not be able to change anything.
She needed to do something to help Ginny and the Weasleys!
"Allow a fair trial, at least!"
They were sitting in a destroyed bungalow, looking at each other.
"Like my Death Eaters got seventeen years ago, you mean?"
Hermione closed her eyes with her hand as she thought about how to help her friends.
"Don't make a fool of yourself and state that they had been evil, bad people and deserved it."
There was no good or evil in this new world. There was only power, and unfortunately for good people, the power was in the hands of one insane maniac.
"Exactly."
Hermione's tired eyes looked directly into curious blue ones as she asked for the one thing that could help Ginny a bit.
"At least give her a lawyer, a representative with knowledge of laws and wizarding trials."
Hermione saw Voldemort's raised eyebrow and waited with held breath.
"And in return?"
She was dealing with the Heir of Slytherin and not Hufflepuff …
"What do you want?"
He could have anything he wanted, and Hermione honestly did not know what she could offer him.
"I'll give her a representative with knowledge of magical Law and experience in trials, but in return, when we're not alone, you'll address me properly."
No, no, no …
"It's up to you, my sweet. You asked what I wanted, and I am telling you that. It's your choice, Hermione."
Hermione did not know how long she'd be able to remain sane in this world.
Every person had a cracking point, and she was now looking at hers directly in the pale-blue eyes.
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Harry dragged himself from the floor, and with a shaking hand, he reached for the pills. He spent the last days under the Red Opium, and now he had to attend this joke of a trial because he needed to see it with his own eyes.
"Come, Potter, you need to shower and dress, and we have only one hour."
Couldn't Malfoy shut up and let him just be?
"Did you bring my new order?" Harry asked as he felt lighter and fit from the pills he had taken.
Malfoy shook his head before putting a huge box onto the table.
"Yes, Father got you everything you wanted. So get up and clean yourself. I cannot be seen with someone so dirty," Malfoy sneered before telling the house-elf he had brought with him to proceed with cleaning up.
Yeah, well, fuck you, Draco.
Harry would have gone to the trial wearing only his boxers as he simply did not care, but then he'd lose his endless supply of any drug he wanted. He didn't have to roam the streets any more, looking for dealers when the manufacturer provided him with absolutely everything and even did house-delivery.
Even with things that weren't on the black market yet.
Like Euphoria that he had just taken.
The fact that even if he got caught using drugs in public places—it was against the law even in Voldemort's world—would not cause him any troubles—he did not want to spend his time with Dementors and no drugs—made the effort to clean up—or just sit meditating while being cleaned up—worth it.
Ginny had done it on her own will as Malfoy swore to him that she hadn't been drugged or forced—he could see she hadn't been forced in all the ten newspapers on the table—and Harry didn't know what to think.
It was probably a blessing that he had already snapped as Harry wasn't sure any normal person would be able to take so much shit and remain sane.
He wondered how Hermione was doing.
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Molly was looking at this tanned, perfectly dressed girl, and she couldn't believe it was Hermione.
They were already in the courtroom that was so full it had been hard to find a place, and Molly could only stare at the polished girl as she talked to the Greengrass family, sitting with them in the front row.
Why did her daughter have to face this hell?
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Hermione was talking to Daphne when she saw Daphne's eyes widen.
Quickly turning her head towards the entrance, Hermione felt her heart explode.
The entrance had been empty as everyone was already seated—only Voldemort, Harry and the defence lawyer had been missing—so it wasn't hard to notice the tall figure dressed in green and silver colors enter the courtroom.
It wasn't Voldemort though who had caused the quiet whispers or wide eyes from everyone. It was the second figure that came with Voldemort and now sat in the front row, opposite of Hermione.
She could only stare at the green tie that matched the eyes so well and the black hair that was styled and wasn't messy anymore, and Hermione felt the tears roll down her cheeks as Harry waved at Draco Malfoy who quickly sat near him and whispered something into his ear.
Dear Merlin, what had Voldemort done to Harry?
What had Harry done to himself?
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Ginny was shivering so hard that the clinging of shackles on her arms could be heard around the full courtroom.
She knew that somehow Hermione had managed to get them a defence lawyer and that they'd have someone to represent them, but she was sure the so-called trial would be a farce.
Lucius Malfoy was sitting on the head tribune, in the spotlight, and Ginny's red eyes looked to Malfoy's right, where Voldemort was leaning back into his huge chair, and then to the left, where Rabastan Lestrange was going through the papers—probably full with horrors that she'd hear soon—and Ginny preferred to stare at Lucius's smirking face and not see her family in the back rows or her dad, shackled near to her. Or the flashes from cameras.
She would look anywhere but not at Harry.
If this was Harry at all …
It could not get worse.
Where was their lawyer?
Ginny was looking at Hermione when she saw Hermione's hand fly up to cover her mouth, and then Hermione was looking at Voldemort who had actually winked in return.
Ginny couldn't turn around and see what had caused Hermione's reaction, but whatever it was, it wasn't good.
Her suspicions were proven true within the next couple of seconds. As Lucius Malfoy stated that the Prosecution and the Defence were ready, she saw Harry hold his stomach and laugh out loud. Ginny closed her eyes in defeat as the reason for the look of horror on Hermione's face stepped forward, and she saw a cloud of pink near her dad.
It was their Defence Lawyer.
"Hem hem."
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a/n Oops...who could that be? Ahahaha XD
I actually feel sorry for the Weasleys, but hey, I have let them cook in their soup for 21 chapter, so I think it's time to shake them a bit…
I would really appreciate your opinion on the chapter, as I haven't decided yet what to do with some side characters.
So yeah, let me know, ok? Thanks for reading! Waves!
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