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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 Three - Haunted by Death. Beaten by Life. No one escapes the Pain.

Harry moved slowly up the stairs of Grimmauld, his black cloak floating around him like liquid smoke, the house was always dimmed. Hermione couldn’t stand the bright light anymore, her eyes were too sensitive for it and her headaches increased, he didn’t like the light either, everything was so cruel and bare with it. Darkness was more mysterious, comforting, hiding the corners of pain, embracing the traitors until it was too late, sometimes Harry understood why Mad-Eye had been like this, he liked the darkness too, for entirely different reasons, though.

Harry moved towards the direction of the room next to his and Hermione’s chamber, it was Hermione’s favorite place after their own chamber, she had stopped visiting the library, a long time ago as that place always brought memories to her and that led her screaming in his hug, trembling as the demons were returning every so often, ever since, Harry had ordered the library to be locked and forbidden. Hermione’s books were all trapped in there as well, no trace of the past could scare his wife ever again.

He entered the room and stood by the door as he looked at his wife, she was standing above the crib, looking at it carefully, unmoving, her posture pained, her face wary, her hands hugging protectively her middle region. Harry sighed; he had seen this sight many times over, Hermione, unmoving, empty, looking at the crib of “its room” as she called the nursery she had begged to have in the manor for the baby that she was positive of to come in their lives.

The room was a large area, dark curtains covering the windows, forbidding the light to enter the place, there were colors of purple, green, grey and black with small hints of rich red around, making a beautiful, dark, comfortable environment for a child, maybe too dark for a baby but their baby wouldn’t be any child, it would be the Heir or the Heiress of Death, child of the Master of Death.

Harry looked back at Hermione staring at the large, empty crib and wondered how much she would suffer to have their baby, they had lost more than their daughter back in those days of pain, they had lost so much more as the Death Eaters had almost destroyed Hermione’s organism, many vital functions of Hermione’s body had needed weeks and months of potion support as to work properly and when she was finally considered “well and out of the woods”, Hermione had been under treatment for years as to be able to carry a child again, all the while hopping and wishing for it, having even the nursery ready for the little one.

Harry sighed again as he moved close to his wife, remembering the bushy haired little girl she once was, now she was a beautiful, even visibly tortured woman, fragile yes, but strong enough as well, her black clothes matched her past, her soul, her history, many called her crazy and insane, others called her a fallen angel and others called her Harry’s greatest weakness. Maybe they were all right, Hermione was an angel, a changed if not broken angel that was in his life, indeed Hermione was his only weakness, his only tender spot left to him to feel the slightly human, she was his reason, his fear, his love.

‘Sweetheart,’ Harry whispered as he embraced her carefully from behind, knowing she could get frightened if she was too absorbed in her own little world that contained her, him and their offspring. Harry’s arms wrapped around her as his hands covered hers above her stomach; she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder, his lips on her neck.

‘I want a baby so badly, Harry,’ Hermione whispered and for a moment, Harry could hear her normal voice, the edge that had been painting her tone for the last years, gone for those spoken words. Harry sighed, he knew how much she wanted a baby on their own, he knew how much she suffered and was still suffering.

‘I know sweetheart, it will come, you’ll see, we’ll have a child, I’m sure, I talked with Brandon, he’s powerful and will help of the ritual, he will make sure the bounds will be as strong as possible, he will make sure the ritual will be ready, we have the blood we need, from the two of us and I promise you everything will be ready.’ Harry said and felt Hermione relaxing slightly, one of her hands touching the metallic edge of the crib, the satin curtains of the crib framing the potential child that would lay in.

‘I promise you, I won’t lose this one, I promise you I won’t miscarriage, my love, I swear I won’t, the therapies have been so good, I feel ready and strong this time,’ Hermione said almost panicked and Harry wrapped his arms around her tighter. Hermione had more than few miscarriages over the past eight years of their relationship and five of marriage, she had been under therapy for five years, since the start of their marriage and in the process of their relationship she had lost a lot of children, only one barely making it before her body could quit the effort of bearing it in her sixth month. It was a boy, he had been born but not even magic could help the poor thing, dying a few hours later from the extended damage he had suffered.

Harry sighed at the memories of Hermione’s happy faces every time she conceived and then her sorrowful face every time she bled and they knew she was losing another child, he could still remember her pain when she had clutched on their dead son, minutes after he was gone, he never made it to live in this beautiful nursery they now were in, he died in his parents’ bedroom hours after he was out of his mother’s pained body.

Harry and Hermione’s enemies had found solace in the fact that Harry couldn’t still have an Heir, both the couple and their enemies knew the odds would be in the couple’s favor the moment a child would be born, ready to be raised as a true Heir of Death, Harry knew this very well, Hermione, his only weakness could make him unstoppable the moment she would bring to the world a strong child. But Harry didn’t care as much, he could destroy everyone until his child was born and healthy, the only thing that he cared of was his wife, he couldn’t stand seeing her under the same pain of loss again, he couldn’t stand see her suffering even more, he had threatened his therapists and healers to make sure this time the therapy would be successful, that this time Hermione would have a healthy baby, apart the absolute power that the child would ensure, Hermione would be finally happy and complete, something that Harry couldn’t do on his own so far.

A couple of his followers had once advised him to have a child with some other woman, they had faced his wrath, he could never do that, Hermione was the reason he did all this, Hermione was the reason for him to build a better place for her, how could he ever have a child with someone else? Some other people had advised him to adopt a child, maybe a child of his subjects, but still, Hermione would never accept that even if it would help his plans of domination, he didn’t want such thing either, he would never be able to accept a child with someone’s else blood, he trusted Hermione and only her to have their baby, he wanted to be the child’s father and he wanted Hermione to experience the pregnancy she so much wished for.

‘Don’t worry, my love, I’m sure you will make it, I’m sure this time we can make it, this time we’ll have our baby, but even if we don’t, we’ll try again if you want.’ Harry said, trying to encourage his wife.

‘Every time I lose a baby, every time my body declines to carry your child, I’m afraid that you will decline me, for someone stronger, for someone who can have children.’ Hermione said, still looking at the empty crib, Harry felt panic running through his veins, moments like this, when Hermione was totally lost in her world of pain and self-pity frightened him. He turned her around in his hug and held her tightly there, one of his hands holding her chin gently yet firmly for him to look at her, pained brown mixed with fierce green.

‘This will never happen, Hermione Jane Potter,’ Harry started almost furious in fear of her thinking like that. ‘Do you hear me? You’re my life, you’re my heart and soul and I refuse to live a moment longer if you’re away from me.’ Harry went on and Hermione’s bottom lip trembled. ‘Yes, your body is tired and tortured and tired of the pain and it can’t carry easily another organism that absorbs so much energy but we’ll make it, I know it, you have been stronger than ever now, you and will have our baby, Hermione, a beautiful, strong girl like the one we lost first or a handsome, fearless little boy like the one that didn’t have the strength to live, we’ll have a baby with your brains and my powers and it will be the most perfect child in the world, do you hear me?’ he whispered in pain again, his hand unconsciously nudging her chin. Hermione nodded her head as she burst in tears, leaning her head against him, his own chin resting against the top of her head as Harry embraced his wife tightly, feeling angry tears running down his own face, weakness shown only to her.

‘I love you and I just want to give you the child we so much need, the child they killed those years ago, the child I have lost within my reach so many times over.’ Hermione said and Harry could hear the normality again, the lost normality in her tone.

‘I love you, Hermione, with a child or not, I will always love you, nothing is going to change that.’ Harry said and rubbed up and down her back, feeling easily the scars on her skin beneath the silk of her dress. ‘They captured him, Miller and her husband captured him in Albania,’ Harry said after a few moments, knowing Hermione needed to know. She almost jerked away from Harry’s arms, her eyes glistering in happiness Harry hadn’t seen in weeks, he could see how much she had changed, how much “different” she was, when other people called her crazy.

‘I want him in the anniversary, please, my love bring him there for me.’ Hermione begged almost childish and Harry smiled at her playfulness, stroking her brown locks with love, he couldn’t deny her a thing.

‘I will, I promise you, I will.’ Harry said and Hermione giggled and hugged Harry again, tighter than before.

‘I want him to suffer, I want to see him beg, we hunted him down for so long, I want to see him begging like I begged, I want to see him bleeding like I and you bled, I want to rip his insides like he ripped Lilly from me.’ Hermione said and Harry could hear the edge painting her voice now, her tone cold and bold about what happened to them and was to happen to him. Harry nodded his head, wanting the exact same things.

‘Everything will be right, sweetie, I promise you, he will pay for what he did to our Lilly,’ Harry said, Hermione had named their first child, the only murdered and not miscarried and their son, James, who had died after his birth. It was a way for her to be closer to her pain, to embrace it as to keep up with the rest of the lost babies she had failed to bring in the world.

‘I want the ritual to take place first, then the ceremony with Him there and then ritual of the fertility to come last so we can go to our bed right after it.’ Hermione said and Harry nodded his head, he was worried about the ritual, he was afraid she wouldn’t be strong enough for it.

‘All this might tire you, my love, we could have him the next day of the ritual,’ Harry said but Hermione jerked herself away again.

‘No,’ she said sternly and Harry cocked his head, showing she shouldn’t be defensive with him, she calmed slightly. ‘No, I am going to conceive our baby that night, Harry, I don’t want him to be alive the next day, when our baby will be in my womb, I don’t want him to curse the baby’s luck with his very presence.’ Hermione said and Harry sighed, nodding his head, being unable to deny her anything.

Hermione had been exposed to dark magic no other human had survived and the healers Harry had under his commands had tried to explain why Hermione wasn’t able to deliver a child for so long, let alone losing so many, there were explanations of some of the spells Dolohov used on Hermione still being active as he was alive himself and Hermione had been sure ever since she had heard those explanations, right after James had died, to be the key on her miscarriages. Harry took a deep breath and nodded his head once again as he opened his arms for his wife to get closer, she obeyed and Harry embraced her, kissing her lips lightly.

‘He will be in the first day of the ritual then, as you want it,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled widely at him again, kissing his scared jaw line and licking his lips. ‘Come on, it’s time for your potions, my love, if we want to conceive by the next full moon we need you to be ready,’ Harry said and Hermione nodded her head and smiled at him.

The couple moved out of the nursery and as Harry waved his hand for the door to close and lock itself, he wished this time the room would welcome a child inside it, for his power and throne’s sake but most of all for his wife’s remaining sanity.
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