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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 Four - A Wedding, an Execution and a Fertility Ritual

Harry opened his eyes slowly, his hands already traveling on Hermione’s form, rested on her side in front of him, he looked out of the window and saw the full moon visible in the twilight, he smiled as he knew it was time. He started kissing Hermione’s neck, biting ever so lightly on her skin, soon, his mistress was stirring into consciousness. Their bodies were naked against each other as they didn’t bother with clothes after their afternoon lovemaking.

‘My love?’ Hermione asked with her voice husky and deep from sleep, Harry smiled down at her and kissed her cheek lovingly.

‘Come on, sweetheart, it’s time for us to get ready for the rituals,’ Harry said and Hermione smiled brightly at him and nodded her head, Harry smiled as she stood up and waited for him impatiently like a child would wait for his parents as to open the Christmas gifts under the tree.

Harry stood up and smiled at his wife as he took her by the hand and led her in the bathroom of the master bedroom, the bath was already made, probably by some servant, Harry moved inside the steaming water first and then helped Hermione in his hug who snuggled close to him, he sighed content as he felt his wife relaxed against him. He took one of the potions that needed to be consumed by them and opened its bottle, he took the first sip of it and frowned at the bitter taste of it as he gulped it down and then handed it to Hermione who had to drink most of it, she did so without even flitching and then started playing with the bottle, sinking it inside the water, filling it with soaped water and then emptying it on her head, closing her eyes and smiling as the warm liquid that ran down her face and shoulders.

Harry smiled at the sight of his happy wife and started caressing her body as he loved to and never got tired of doing, his palms cupped her breasts and the bottle slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor but neither of them cared as Harry kept his ministrations and Hermione moaned, they knew they couldn’t do a lot of things right now, everything was ready for the rituals that would take place when the light of the day was gone and Harry had insisted on Hermione having the afternoon nap out of fear of her exhaustion. Harry took his hands away and Hermione moaned but he smiled and spoke lightly in her ear.

‘I promise you we’ll keep up later love,’ Harry promised and Hermione smiled, the potions they were to consume during the Fertility ritual was going to give them strength to make love for three days straight and was to help them conceive their child, with the potion masters frightened of being murdered, Harry knew the potions were to be stronger than ever.

‘Let’s get ready, I can’t wait to marry you again,’ Hermione said with a smile on her face and Harry smiled himself and kissed her cheek, he knew she adored him like he did equally with her, this day was special for them.

Everyone was gathered in the magically enlarged living room of Grimmauld that from many people was called the Potter mansion, all the couple’s subjects’ voices died in their throats when the Master of Death and his Bride, the Mistress, entered the room and glanced around them welcoming silently all the guests that had gathered for that special occasion. In the end of the large room was Brandon before a table with a few items on it, a knife, two silver cups, a small black book and a few small bottles with potions were on the clothed table, waiting for the rituals to take place.

Everyone looked at the couple of the Masters with awe and fear as the couple strolled over the room, Harry and Hermione were linked by their arms, both dressed in black, Harry was holding in his hand the Elder Wand, Hermione was holding in her free hand Harry’s Phoenix wand, in Harry’s finger, along with his wedding ring was Riddle’s old Horcrux, on Hermione’s head was placed Ravenclaw’s repaired diadem, matching Hermione’s necklace with the Hallows’ symbol on it. The couple, by wearing some of the destroyed Horcruxes of Voldemort’s, made sure everyone remembered who Harry and his wife were and who they had defeated on their own, making sure with no needed words that they had the upper hand over the Wizarding world.

Harry and Hermione stood on the opposite side of the table from Brandon and Harry and Hermione raised their hands, signaling at the same moment the start of the ritual of the wedding, the door and windows of the living room shut themselves and everyone placed their hoods over the heads, having only Brandon and the couple not covering themselves, all the subjects’ wands started linking one another with a chain spell that started from Brandon’s wand and when everyone was ready, the man turned at his masters.

Harry looked at his wife with care and love as the man started reading the ancient, Latin spell from the small book on the table, the chain spell changing colors as the spell went on, the dulling sound of the spell covering Brandon’s words in Harry’s ears, coupling with Hermione’s sight, she seemed happy, her eyes sparkling as their second wedding went on, he knew this time she was going to successfully have their child, he was sure of it, and this time, he was going to keep his promise and protect his wife and their child, none was going to hurt his loved ones, not ever again.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Brandon was taking the knife and both Harry and Hermione brought their hands over the first silver cup, palms up so Brandon could easily cut their skin, they didn’t wince as they opened and closed their fists above the first cup and then moved together their hands over the second silver cup, letting their blood gather inside from their opened flesh. Brandon conjured two clothes and gave them to his masters who took each and stopped the bleeding when the cups were half filled. Harry and Hermione healed their hands with the wands in their possession and then burnt the clothes with the blood on them, knowing what kind of spells someone could bind them with; if those clothes were by any chance in the wrong hands.

Brandon filled the rest of the cups’ space with the potions he had on the table and then gave the knife to Harry who destroyed it as well, never trusting anyone but his wife to destroy evidence. Brandon cast a spell on the cups and then gestured for the couple to drink from the mixed with potions, blood of theirs.

Harry took his cup as Hermione did at the same moment with hers, they entwined their arms and drank half of the mixed liquids from their cups, all the while staring in each other’s eyes. They set the cups down, knowing they would drink the rest at the Fertility ritual and then pointed their wands on Brandon’s, linking their own spell with the main chain spell that linked all the subjects of their inner circle. After a few moments of being connected the spell binding the secret started to fade and when it was completely finished, everyone took off their hoods and Harry nodded to a couple of his subjects and they nodded their heads and left.

‘Now that the wedding is done, it’s time for the party, it’s time for my Bride, the Mistress of Death to show you why she has been, is and will always be, my only love and wife.’ Harry said and there were all the kinds of reactions from the subjects, some of them smiled satisfied, some others sagged in fear and worry of what they were about to witness and even some tried to move in the frontline of the crowd as to have a better view. Harry was considered the Master of Death but he was sharing this power only with Hermione, she was the only person he trusted to share the Hallows with, anyone else would betray him, he knew, his wife would never do such thing.

They had spent three years of getting away from the Order and the ministry, making their own army and gathering the destroyed Horcruxes and recollecting the Hallows and then in the five years of marriage that followed, the two of them rose into power. The Wizarding community was frightened by the Master and the Mistress of Death and they knew that everyone who stood against them could easily feel the wrath of the couple. Hermione didn’t fight a lot but when she did, people had a good reason to have nightmares of her, she was cold, fearless, powerful, bold and merciless, like life had been with her.

Harry looked at his wife and could see she tried very hard not to show her excitement on what she was about to do, she waited for so long for this day, the day that she would take revenge for the pain she suffered those three days in that deserted place she and Harry had been kidnapped to. Harry smiled as he could compare her to a predator, happy to finally catch the best prey in her claws; she was ready to tear apart the beast that was to enter the chamber.

When the doors opened, everyone, the couple of the masters included, looked at the direction, Margaret Miller and her husband, Peter were dragging with effort a man on his knees, Harry looked at him at first with wonder, not being sure this was Antonin Dolohov. The man had long, dirty and untidy hair, a huge beard and mustang that framed his bowed face but when the man looked tiredly at the people before him, his eyes that turned from tired and pained into sorrowful and fearful made Harry positive of this being the man who along with some of his friends -who Harry and Hermione had destroyed over the years- was the one who killed their child and tormented Hermione with no mercy.

The Millers dragged the dirty man with the destroyed clothes in the center of the cycle the Subjects had made, in front of their masters who remained silent and unmoving like Dolohov did, the couple out of range and furry and the Death Eater out of fear of the pain that was to come. Hermione looked at Harry and took his hand, he turned at her and smiled reassuring her, this was his gift for her, for their wedding, this was hers to enjoy. Harry took his Phoenix wand from Hermione’s hand and gave her the Elder Wand with a nod, Hermione smiled sweetly at him and nodded as well, they didn’t need words to communicate, they hadn’t need them for years.

Everyone stepped back as Hermione moved suddenly fast closer to the knelt Death Eater as he tried to move away, not an easy task for him as the chains in his hands and feet didn’t help him to move. Hermione made a cycle around the fallen man, looking at him carefully, all the couple’s subjects watched her with fear and awe, Harry knew, some of them hadn’t seen her attacking as usually she was too tired or sick or weak after yet another miscarriage to follow in attacks in the ministry or in the Order’s headquarters so they were highly interesting to see her techniques, the others, who had the honor to fight by her side just watched when she would strike, everyone was silent as they watched the Mistress of Death toying her once torturer, like a cobra would do with a rat as a prey.

Her first strike was like a whiplash, none had the chance to see her attacking she could have attacked wandlessly for that matter, they only heard the ear-piercing scream of Antonin Dolohov as he started bleeding from between his legs, the blood soon pooling around him in a large pool, Hermione started cycling him even closer, her black high heels now splattering the blood in each of her steps. Harry knew what she had done, Hermione was to follow the torture with the order he did with her, he had first raped her, then beat and cursed her and lastly ripped their child from her body and then experimented on her ruined body.

Dolohov was screaming and shrieking on the floor, head down, his face touching his own blood from his cut member, Hermione was behind him when she attacked for the second time, Dolohov ached his body like an arrow as this time blood started spilling from his behind, the men of the cycle, apart Harry, were wincing as they watched the Death Eater with the cut member and tore anus bleeding and screaming on the floor.

‘First, you raped me, then you kept me alive and conscious so you could keep up,’ Hermione was murmuring at herself, loud enough for everyone to hear, keeping the track of her torture’s events, with a spell, Dolohov seemed to hurt even more but the bleeding almost stopped, Hermione approached even closer but didn’t touch him with her hand, she lifted his chin with the tip of the Elder Wand and smiled sweetly at him as Dolohov panted and whimpered in pain.

‘Then you beat me and cursed me but I am afraid I have no interest on bruising my hands,’ Hermione said with a sweet smile, as if she was talking to a little child that needed to understand something but not get afraid. ‘I have been bruised enough,’ she went on and the smile was completely wiped from her face as she straightened her body before the knelt and gasping man. ‘CRUCIO!’ Hermione roared and Dolohov fell on his side, screaming and squirming, Hermione stepped back, not wanting to be touched by him.

Her eyes were vivid, sparkling as she watched the man shrieking and trebling, tossing and screaming as she pointed the Elder wand on the Death Eater. Harry watched her carefully absorbing her happiness, feeding himself with her revenge. When Hermione pointed the wand in her hand and the curse ended the Death Eater fell silent as he tried to breathe through the pain and the bleeding, Hermione became furious at his silent torture and nudged him with her foot so his face was up and looking at her, she pointed at his mouth and with a good measured spell Hermione cut Dolohov’s tongue, making him shriek and spit blood everywhere, his cut tongue fell close to his face as he screamed and tried not to gulp down his own blood, chocking on the salty-sweet, thick liquid . Hermione laughed happily and with a hard movement of her wand Dolohov’s jaws closed and he, with pain and muffled screams was forced to gulp down all the blood that was to explode from his mouth.

Hermione this time waved her hand as tossing something away from her and Dolohov flew backwards, stretching before her, his mouth still shut, when she released the spell he couched in his blood and a mouthful of the liquid flew from his mouth as he kept whimpering and screaming in pain. Hermione laughed even more as she moved around, cycling him again, she looked at Harry for a moment and the smile was gone, Harry knew what happened to his wife after she was raped and beaten.

Hermione with not a word but a slow movement of her wand slashed open Dolohov’s stomach, making him scream even more, if that was possible, everyone around the dying man and the Mistress of Death had fallen silent, watching in terror the unmoving face of Hermione Potter. She didn’t even wince as she bowed gracefully above her enemy’s opened body and dug her hand inside his body, Dolohov’s eyes widened as he felt Hermione’s hand twisting and turning his insides and Hermione giggled as she ripped out of the man’s body the first organ she found, her hand dripping blood as she gripped the man’s destroyed stomach in her palm. Many gasped, other almost screamed and moaned nauseous and other made some sounds of awe and imaginary pain. Hermione moved her hand close to Dolohov’s face and smiled at him.

‘And this is the part when you brought my squirting child close to my face, giving me the unforgettable memory of my daughter squirming her last breaths before she could die in your hand and been placed in a vase full of potion.’ Hermione said with venom in her voice, Harry watched his wife as she was finally on the edge; she shoved her hand in Dolohov’s opened and gasping mouth, filling it with his own stomach. The man screamed and jerked but Hermione was stronger from above him, she smiled as she let the organ inside the man’s mouth and stood up, with another wave of the Elder Wand, Dolohov’s insides got out of his body as far as it was allowed for them to keep functioning, making the man scream even louder even with his own stomach in his mouth.

‘Petrificus Totalus,’ Hermione whispered the spell with the voice that reminded of Harry his old girlfriend, the girl that would cry when things were out of control. ‘If someone tries to help or finish him, I swear to the power of the Hallows that you will face the same faith,’ Hermione said with her edgy voice again as she looked around her, the spell was to keep Dolohov in that state till he was completely drained from blood, that meant a couple of hours.

Everyone nodded their heads and then one by one started clapping at their mistress’ justice that had been given for her tortures. Hermione smiled sweetly again, bowing like an artist would do at the end of a show in a theatre stage. Harry stretched his hand and Hermione moved close to him and he hugged her, kissing the top of her head as he cleaned her hands and her clothes from the splashed blood of their enemy.

‘The gift was so nice, my love, thank you.’ Hermione said happily at Harry who smile back at her and kissed both her now cleaned hands. They turned back at Brandon who looked at them as well, after he tore his eyes from the dying Dolohov and smiled at the couple, opening the last potion on the table. He handed it to Hermione first who took the little bottle, gulped down half of the liquid and then finished her cup of blood and potions, the same was done by Harry and when the couple was ready, Brandon pointed his wand on Hermione’s stomach and cast a spell that caused black smoke to envelope Hermione’s middle section for a few moments.

When the light fog was disappeared, Hermione smiled brightly at Harry who did the same and kissed her lips. They had taken all the potions this time, potions that had been stronger than ever, made by the best potion masters of the country that Harry himself had trapped under the Imperious.

He knew that this time everything was going to be right and he and Hermione were finally going to have their Lord or Lady Bane.
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