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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 Five

Agent of Chaos

Harry moved above Hermione rhythmically, their bodies melting against each other. For the past three days Harry and Hermione were fulfilling the fertility ritual by staying in their bed, taking potions, relaxing, eating, making love and relaxing again. For the past three days Harry had nothing to do with his enemies and spies and Hermione had nothing to do with her obsessions and fears, for the past days the two of them were doing their best to have their child.

‘Oh Harry…’ Hermione moaned a last time as she arched her back while her orgasm washed over her body, her hands clutching on Harry’s back, her nails scratching his skin as she reached her peak. Harry followed right after her and climaxed inside her, they both fell limp after that, Harry resting above his wife as she kept him in her hug, caressing his hair lazily.

‘I love you,’ Hermione said quietly and Harry smiled at the lack of the edge in her tone. ‘You think our baby is inside me by now?’ she asked and the edge he hated was back. He looked up at her and smiled as he kissed her sweetly on the lips.

‘I’m positive,’ he said quietly and Hermione smiled back against his lips, one’s exhale becoming the other’s inhale. ‘Love, I will soon have to go back to the council, the ritual of the three days is done and I have some unfinished business to take care of.’ Harry said, with a heavy heart he knew he had to leave his wife as to go and see what was on in the past three days of his “absence”, he had complete faith to Brandon but still he wanted to know what was going on. Hermione frowned and hugged him tighter against her.

‘I want you to stay here with me,’ she said and her tone was almost childish with her demand. Harry smiled and kissed her lips again as he sat next to her and took her in his arms.

‘I won’t be long and when I’m back, we can do whatever you want.’ Harry said and Hermione sighed and suddenly smiled brightly.

‘You think Dolohov died already?’ she asked and her voice was dripping with happiness and true curiosity, Harry took a deep breath as he felt his blood boiling at the mention of the scum, yet he smiled sweetly at Hermione and took one of her locks between his fingers.

‘I guess he died, after what you did to him,’ Harry said honestly, his voice full of pride and love for his wife, he was sure none had dared to move the dead body of the Death Eater from its position after Hermione’s commands. He was sure none dared to disobey his wife; they feared her as much as they did him.

Harry started moving his body back and forth as he felt his wife slowly falling asleep, it would help if she fell asleep, he could go and check out if everything was alright and then come back to her before she could wake up. After a few more minutes of keeping her in his arms, Hermione’s breath was even and her eyes closed. Harry looked at her peaceful face for a moment, he adored his wife, he adored her fierce facet as much as he adored her calm times but as he looked at her right that moment, he felt guilt suffocating him.

Right that moment, Hermione looked like the girl he had seen asleep back in their school years, or during those nights at the tent when he would wake her up so they could take the shifts, right that moment Hermione looked completely normal and if Harry focused only on her face and not her scarred neck and chest he could see the old little girl who was shorted in Gryffindor right before he could go in that house too. He could see the girl who stood by his side when none else did, he could see the girl he doomed in that life of fear and anguish because of who he was, he could see the girl who was tortured not only by Bellatrix Lestrange but also by Dolohov because of who she was and who she was in love with.

He sighed again as he laid his wife back on the mattress, Hermione clutched on his body in her sleep but Harry started kissing her neck and cheek lightly and after a few moments she loosened her hands and Harry was able to stood up.

He started dressing in his black robes and took his Phoenix wand, he checked the spell on the Hallows’ case and moved out of the bedroom in silence, he cast a last protecting spell, making sure none would disturb Hermione and he started moving down the stairs, he was going to make this world a safer place for his wife, he owed her that much and he was going to succeed for her, he felt like this would be the only thing to relieve him from the guilt of the banes that his name inflicted on the woman he loved.

As he passed from the living room he saw the dead body of his enemy still on the floor, the blood that once was purring from Dolohov’s torn insides was now dried. Harry noticed with satisfaction that someone had casted a quarantine spell around the body and right that moment the corpse was enveloped in a magical bubble, probably the stench got unbearable after a point in the house. Harry kept on moving, deciding that Hermione should choose what to do with the body later and he entered the room everyone was gathered in, knowing since the ritual was over their Master would come back as soon as possible. Everyone bowed as Harry entered the room and headed for the end of the table, his usual spot.

‘Report yourselves,’ Harry said and everyone, one by one started accounting for their three days in their missions, none held some important news up until Greene’s time came for him to report.

‘My team has found a man, we believe he is a spy of the Order, he won’t speak but we believe he knows something important about the Order, we’ll give him the Veritaserum as the tortures haven’t given any result so far.’ Greene said and Harry stood up from his chair and started pacing.

‘So is the spy still alive and in good enough condition as to speak?’ Harry asked and Greene nodded. ‘I want to see him or her,’ Harry went on as he kept pacing, one of his hands under his chin, rubbing circles on his treated little beard. Greene hesitated for a moment but cleared his throat and spoke.

‘I think it’s not a good idea, sir, the spy’s confession is a matter of hours after all.’ Greene said and Harry stopped pacing and looked at his subject.

‘I said I want to see him, give me a reason as not to have you punished for disobeying my orders.’ Harry snapped and Greene almost crawled but decided to elaborate.

‘Sir, the spy will only upset you and your wife with his presence…’ Greene said with almost a pleading tone in his voice and Harry frowned, starting to understand.

‘Who is it?’Harry asked his voice cold and hard, knowing it had to do something with his past. Greene gulped and spoke after looking around at the rest of the subjects for help.

‘It’s Longbottom, sir.’ Greene said and Harry’s eyes narrowed.

When Harry and Hermione were finally strong enough to decide what to do with their life or actually what was left of from it, after their tortures they had decided to set up their army by inviting their remaining friends, the ones who survived as to be sure that none would betray them ever again. Neville Longbottom was a person close to Hermione during the Hogwarts times and even if Harry knew that Neville wouldn’t be much of a help in his new army he wanted to satisfy Hermione and had invited his friend to this new try for the New Wizarding Order.

Neville, however was the reason for Harry to make sure that none deserved to be trusted. When Harry and Hermione had visited their friend he hadn’t only declined to join their new army but had also called the Aurors and informed them about Harry’s intentions, it was then that the ministry took Hermione under hospitalization because of her “mental condition” and the ministry tried to haunt down Harry accusing him of trying to make a terroristic organization. It was then that Harry gathered the first available Subject wannabes he found and fought against the ministry, took Hermione back and started his army with no care about anyone else left behind, it was then he was pursued this world would never change without tasting what difference is like.

‘I want to see him,’ Harry only said and Greene bowed slightly and nodded his head. ‘I want to see him now, bring him to me,’ Harry went on and the subject looked at him scared for a moment. Harry was sure his subjects were still taken aback by the cruelty Hermione had given back to Dolohov just three days ago, they were all shivering at the idea of what Harry was about to do with Longbottom now. Greene nodded his head and left the room after bowing a last time, everyone was fallen in silence as the minutes ticked by slowly.

Harry hoped for small reports of everything being right and then going back to his wife but things had gotten interesting. After a few more minutes Greene and two more subjects Harry had given to Greene for help were dragging a dark haired man who was fallen on his knees. They let him collapse in front of Harry’s feet, the man looked up at Harry with narrowed and puffy eyes, Harry could see the effect of many beating and torturing spells on the man’s face and body.

‘Neville,’ Harry only said at the man who was fighting back moans of pain and suffering. Harry didn’t have time to say something more as the door of the dining room opened and Hermione showed up in a black, long dress, everyone bowed at her entrance but she didn’t seem to notice anyone else but her husband who smiled and opened his arms for her to come closer. Neville watched as his old friend and current enemy moved pass him, not realizing who was at her own feet.

Harry hugged his wife tightly as she moved in his hug, he kissed the side of her head as she lingered in his arms, he didn’t care about the spy by his feet, the Order knew Harry couldn’t go on without Hermione so a gesture of love in front of one of the spies didn’t mean a thing, that’s why Harry had made sure none could get closer to his one and only weakness, his wife. Hermione looked around her when they broke the hug and her eyes were laid lastly on Neville by her and her husband’s feet. Her until then calmed and composed face changed into a mask of hater and anger.

‘The traitor,’ Hermione said mostly to herself. Harry nodded his head by her side as he kicked Neville and the man toppled away from them with force, Hermione clapped her hands as Harry did this only as to see her smile again, he hated her face frowned and sad. ‘Kill him,’ Hermione ordered after a moment more of laugher, Harry smiled and took her chin gently in his hand.

‘Not yet, my love, he’s here for a reason, I want you to consider what to do with Dolohov’s body while I’m making sure our old friend here has told us everything, sounds like a plan?’ Harry asked and Hermione nodded her head after a moment of consideration, Harry helped her on a chair and then leaned above the injured Neville. ‘Now, now,’ Harry said to himself as he gripped a handful of Neville’s hair and jerked his head closer to his face. ‘When is the Order gonna strike, Neville?’ Harry asked but the man shook his head and tried to fight Harry back. Harry sighed and stretched his hand, one of his subjects gave him a vessel, Harry jerked Neville’s head again and shoved the liquid of the vessel down Neville’s throat.

‘Now, when the Order is going to strike?’ Harry asked again and stared at Neville’s unfocused eyes, the Veritaserum was working.

‘In two weeks,’ Neville answered and Harry nodded his head.

‘Where the Order is going to strike?’

‘Here,’ Neville answered monotonically.

‘Do they know about the ritual of fertility?’

‘No,’ Another monotonic answer.

‘Do they know about the spies in the Ministry?’

‘No,’

‘Have they gotten suspicious about Draco Malfoy?’ Harry asked intensely.

‘No,’ Neville answered and Harry nodded his head in relief. With a wave of his wand the potion wavered and Neville moaned as the pain took over his clouded mind again. Harry looked at Hermione who was still pondering on her chair and she looked back at him, Harry waited for her answer.

‘Send him to the ministry, show them what they missed on doing, show them what we achieved.’ She said seriously and Harry nodded his head. He moved across the room, pass Hermione and close to the fireplace, the fire was roaring inside. He took a metallic tool from the case by the fireplace and placed its tip on the fire, holding it from the other end. After a few moments Harry took the tool away and looked at its scalding tip, there, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows was made, a tool for Harry to mark his enemies. He moved closer to Neville again as the man tried to move away by crawling backwards, he moved half a feet before he could bump on Harry’s subjects’ feet. The subjects held Neville on his back as Harry approached with the metallic tool in his right hand.

Harry stepped on Neville’s chest as to keep him down with his boot and pinned the scalding tool on Neville’s chest above his clothes. The man screamed out loud with all his power as the hot metal burnt his flesh with a gusting sound. Harry took the tool away after a few moments, leaving Neville moaning and screaming and gasping in endless pain, the room filled with the smell of burnt skin. Harry leaned above Neville and almost smiled.

‘Now, as a good dog, go back to your masters and show them your new mark, go and tell them that I am waiting for them, I look forward on killing the ones who tried to take me down so many times with no success, go and tell them that when they’ll be here, fighting against me, I won’t be as merciful as I am right now with you.’ Harry said in a threading voice, he straightened his body and looked at Greene again.

‘Good job, now take him away from here, abandon him where you caught him, they’re gonna find him.’ Harry commanded and Greene nodded and along with his friends, took Neville away. Harry felt a hand snaking around his neck and smiled, feeling his blood pressure slowing down at her touch. Harry hugged Hermione with one arm and gave her the metallic tool with the other; Hermione took their marker with happiness in her eyes.

‘Go and mark his corpse, our friends here are gonna set his body in the Ministry, tomorrow morning everyone is going to be talking about the Death Eater’s corpse that was founded hanging from the statue in the ministry’s atrium.’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and nodded her head as she left the dining room with the scalding marker in her hand. Harry looked back at his subjects and ordered the move of the corpse in the middle of the night.

He wanted a nice show for the Ministry’s workers along with the rest of the community tomorrow morning, he wanted the respectful and hypocritical Minister Shakelbolt not to have the time to hide such sigh: Dolohov hanging from invisible ropes like being pinned on a cross with his insides torn right in front of the atrium’s statue, he wanted the photographs on the Prophet’s front page for days, he wanted to cause chaos again, like every true agent of it would do.
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