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Time Changes All Things: Now Complete	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 59680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Some people may hate this chapter, but it was needed for plot development puposes.

Chapter 64: Sleepless Night
Hermione and Tom stayed up most of the night talking and planning. They spoke of the past and all of the hardships they had already overcome. They talked of the present and what they needed to do right now. They discussed the future and their hopes and dreams for their family, specifically their son. Nestled in between them was Thomas, sleeping throughout the night. Hermione kept stroking his face and smoothing down his hair. Her eyes memorized the details of his small, chubby face. Her determination to keep him safe built up the longer she gazed at her child. Tom couldn't keep his eyes off of Hermione. He was afraid to leave her and that she might not be there after the battle. He had already gone years without her in his life, not knowing whether she and his son had survived Dumbledore's hideous attempt to kill both of them.
Hermione finally fell asleep, leaving only Tom to worry about the safety of his family. Hermione lay there with her arms wrapped around Thomas. His little arms were hugging his mum. Her long, dark hair was spread out across her pillow. Hermione's face seemed so peaceful in slumber. The deep sleep had finally taken her away from her problems. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was a comfort to Tom. Giving her these few hours of calm before the storm was all he could do right now.
Tom lay back onto his own pillow thinking of his responsibilities. It had always felt like a great weight on his shoulders being in charge. But with this weight came great power. This is what he had been fighting for all of these years. This was the reason to keep fighting now.
Looking down at Thomas, he was in awe of this perfect creation he and Hermione had made. Growing up without parents had jaded him most of his life. His heart had been cold and hard until Hermione had come to Hogwarts. Something happened inside him that truly terrified him. It had been frightening to start feeling something for this woman. He had never cared for anyone before, let alone someone who he would give his own life for now.
Tom gave a big sigh and rolled out of bed, trying not to disturb either Hermione or Thomas. He walked over to the still roaring fire watching the flames flicker. His hands ran distractedly through his hair. He rolled his shoulders and reached up to rub his stiff neck. Looking back to the bed, he realized that sleep was not going to be his friend this night. He walked over and couldn't help but smooth his hand down the side of Hermione's face. "I'll do everything I can to keep you and Thomas safe. Everything I'm doing is for us. May the Gods keep us all safe." A slight smile graced her face as she took a deep breath and continued sleeping. Tom grabbed his wand slipping out of his rooms, looking for his Death Eaters to go once again over their plans.
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James came silently into their house at 3:00 a.m. As he started walking up the stairs, a voice jolted him out of his quiet entrance, "Where have you been James Potter?" Lily had been sleeping downstairs waiting for his return. The question was asked with a slight clip to her tone. She was tired of him avoiding answering her questions. Even though she had made the decision to back off from Order duties, she had still expected James to keep her in the loop. After receiving Hermione's warning, it was even more imperative to find out what was being planned.
James walked over to Lily, not especially happy to be answering questions at this late hour. "Why are you still up Lily?" He stood over her, arms crossed waiting for an answer. "You should be in bed, not here waiting to interrogate me."
Lily glared at the man she was married to. He had been acting so strange the past month that she almost didn't recognize him. He had been sharper with her, Harry, and Sirius. He hadn't taken the time to play with Harry at all. Dumbledore had him running errands and secret missions non-stop for The Order. Their once passionate marriage had all but fizzled into them only being distance roommates now. Her most trusted companion was now Sirius. It was almost sad that she wasn't more attracted to the man, because she sure needed some release that only the sexual kind could truly fulfill her.
Lily got off the sofa so at least to be on-eye level with her stormy husband. "Is that all you have to say to me? I don't appreciate being treated worse than one of your enemies." Her finger was now poking into James's chest as her anger was surfacing. It wasn't always in her nature to get into his face, but being tired and worried made this whole confrontation even worse. "You have been loathsome, sneaky and downright mean to me lately. Has this been part of Dumbledore's plan? Win this war by isolating and abusing your spouse?"
James knocked Lily's hand away and shoved her against the wall, her body making a loud bang at impact. He pressed against her as he held her hands roughly above her head. "What is it you want from me Lily? Is it a quick romp against the wall? I'm tired and there's a lot going on right now." His breath smelled of fire whiskey as he shouted the hateful words at her.
"Back off James, you're hurting me." Lily knew that she'd have bruises around her wrists where he was manhandling her. He started grinding into her, his now prominent erection shoved into her thigh. She was scared seeing this side of James. It reminded her of how he had always acted around Severus Snape…a dumb arse. "James you've been drinking please let go of me."
"So observant of you Lily. What else do you see?" James laughed when he saw how nervous he was making Lily. Lily tried to push James off. The harder she pushed, the more he leaned into her. His extra weight was hurting her and she wasn't sure how she was going to get him to leave.
"Please…please, don't do something you'll regret." She tried to get him to listen but his anger was now unchecked. She knew that now, only an act of God could intervene. His hands roughly shoved up her nightgown, as he started biting her neck. Lily started to sob, as she knew her husband was now going to force himself on her; something that he had never done before. He yanked at her knickers and the sound of them ripping was loud in her ears.
As he fumbled with the opening on his trousers, Lily closed her eyes not believing what was happening. How could the man who professed to love her be doing this? James was acting like a possessed man. Her head was thrown back against the wall as she tried to look down at James. A scream of pain was ripped from her mouth. She felt faint and looked around for her wand, realizing she had left it upstairs in Harry's room after putting him down for the night.
An act of God, in the form of Sirius Black came charging down the stairs. With wand in hand, he glanced at Lily and proceeded to hex one of his oldest friends, "Petrificus Totalus!" He shoved him off of Lily and threw him into the wall. Seeing James was taken care of for the moment, he hurried back to Lily who was sprawled on the floor, bloodied and shaking.
"Gods Lily, what did he do to you?" Sirius scooped her up in his arms and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. He gently laid her on her bed and went to get a wet rag. Lily curled up into a ball, still sobbing in her state of shock. Sirius came back and lifted her into his arms, pressing the rag up to her bleeding head. "What in the bloody hell happened back there?"
Lily looked up to Sirius, red eyes still full of fear. "I was waiting up for him." Her breathing was staggered as she tried to tell her story. "He came home drunk and didn't like me questioning him. Then he tried to…" Lily grabbed onto Sirius's shirt and continued crying and he held her close to him. Sirius knew damn well what James had been in the process of doing. It would have happened too if the loud bang against the wall hadn't woken him up.
Sirius continued to carefully wipe the blood up, and then laid her down on the bed. Going back into the medicine chest he found a dreamless sleep potion and came back to give it to Lily. He pulled up the spread on the bed to cover her. She gave a great sigh and rolled over looking almost normal.
Sirius reached down to brush the hair from her face; Lily didn't deserve this kind of treatment from James. He needed to find out what had caused his best mate to brutally attack his own wife. With him trapped and not able to retaliate, maybe he would finally be able to get some answers that he and Lily had been trying to drag out of him the past month. With a weary sigh, and a long sleepless night ahead, he closed the bedroom door. He first peeked into baby Harry's room to see his godson stirring in his sleep. The little guy reached up stretching, and then gave a big yawn before turning over to continue sleeping. He went to the crib and bent to kiss the top of Harry's messy mop of hair. He grinned at the tiny little fellow that had stolen his heart.
With a bit of sadness surging inside, Harry had reminded him how much he missed baby Thomas…and of course his mum. He should have fought harder to keep her here. But thinking about the volatile man downstairs, it was probably better she had left. Hermione and James would have eventually gotten to each other and battled in some way. There was no love lost between the two and no trust had formed. Giving one more pat on Harry's head, he closed the nursery door. He turned around to ward both Harry's and Lily's bedrooms, and then went down to get a shot of Firewhiskey before he confronted a steaming James.
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Her dreams went back and forth between those of warm hands slipping across her stomach and up to her breasts, to the rain pelting down on her, Tom, and Dumbledore on top of the Astronomy Tower. As the images blended one into another, her restlessness grew… reaching out to Tom to save her and begging Dumbledore not to send her away…pleading to the old wizard not to harm her or her baby…Tom smiling above her as he made love to her, only to have that face change into Sirius Black's face as he plunged back and forth into her wetness.
Hermione sat up with ragged breath, sweating profusely and a pounding headache. What in the blazes had caused this mixture of events in her dreams? Thanking the Gods that Tom wasn't nearby, his absence evident, she wouldn't have wanted to explain about the end of her dreams. The feeling of outright insanity was starting to tear at her mind and soul. Running her fingers through her wild curls, she tried to clear her head. When would something happen in this blasted war? Anything would be better than this insidious waiting game that both sides were playing right now.
Tuesday…yes, that was the day that Tom had said the attack was happening. But Tom wanted her gone before then. Where did he expect her to go? How was she going to leave knowing that people on both sides would be at war and in danger?
Jumping from the bed she called for a house elf, "Please bring me some tea." The house elf nodded and popped out again. Later, after she'd had a drink of the hot tea, her nerves had calmed down, but her mind was still restless. She needed some answers soon. Throwing a robe on over her nightgown, she slipped her feet into her slippers. Tying a loose knot on the robe, she called for Dossy to stay with Thomas.
"Dossy, stay with the young master until my return. Do not let anyone else in these quarters. Do you understand?" The house elf looked at her nodding her small head with the bobbing ears.
"Dossy will protect the young master, my Lady." The house elf walked over to stand guard next to where Thomas lay asleep in his crib.
Feeling her son was well protected; Hermione slipped her wand in her robe pocket and slipped out of her quarters, warding the doors before walking down the hall.
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Sirius sipped his Firewhiskey as he sat and stared at the frozen figure of James Potter. He could see his blue eyes glaring at him and he lay back in the sofa, sipping and watching and not saying a word. The silence could be maddening for some; for Sirius it was what was needed as he thought about what he was going to do to James once he canceled the spell. His leg was slung over the arm of the sofa. His leg kicked back and forth in time with the ticking of the clock on the wall. As each second ticked by the tension grew in the room.
Sirius honestly didn't know what he wanted to do with James first. He was trying to let some time pass before confronting James. If he did it now, he knew he would beat the man to a bloody pulp, mate or not. Lily's bloody, bruised and almost naked body kept flitting through his mind. His stomach hurt as he kept thinking of what James would have done if he hadn't made it downstairs in time. This was not the James he had grown up with. Something was all fucked up as far as his behavior lately. It was almost like James had been under the Imperius Curse. No way! He dropped his shot glass on the floor. He jumped off the sofa and walked over to his friend. Pointing his wand he ended his spell, "Finite Incatatem"
James started to move, "Hold it right there pretty boy…we need to have a talk." Sirius kept his wand trained on the man still lying on the floor.
James started to laugh, "You are more the pretty boy than me Padfoot and you know it." Sirius stared harshly at his friend and gave a low growl. "Let me explain; I'm not under the Imperius."
"Then what the Fuck was all of that shit I saw you doing to Lily?" Sirius was not in the mood for James apparent high spirits and drunken state. His hooded brows and stern curl of his lip should have sent the message to James; along with the fact his best mate's wand was still pointing at him.
James started to stand, but changed his mind after Sirius moved closer with his wand shaking it at him. "She was prying into my business." He looked around the room, trying not to look directly at Sirius. "I don't deserve to be interrogated in my own home."
"You've been acting strange mate and we've both been worried about you." Sirius still stood rigid with his wand extended. "You've been hiding secrets from us. What is Dumbledore up to?"
"He's up to nothing except getting ready to battle Voldemort and his group of Tossers cum Death Eaters." James's was now red faced and on his knees. "I was chosen to work with Dumbledore, not you. I don't have to tell you anything."
"I do know one thing," Sirius put his wand into his pocket, "You'll never, ever treat Lily like some common slag again." He stepped forward; cocked back his fist and threw a looping jab into the mans' face. James once again was flung into the wall, the blood rushing out of his nose. His split lip also contributed to the warm blood falling down his face. His agonized moans filled the living room.
"Fuck…Piss off Sirius! Get out of my house." Pain shot through his head. He started to put his hands down only to frantically bring them back up to his nose. Sirius sneered as he watched the blood running through James's fingers.
Sirius grabbed his arm, threw James and some floo powder into the fireplace and called out, "The Leaky Cauldron", and James disappeared. He then shut down the Floo and changed the wards on the Potter House. "You're the only one that need's to piss off right now James."
Sirius shook out his hand, finally noticing that it was bleeding and stinging like something was broken. Ignoring the pain caused from his gift to James, he poured himself another glass of Firewhiskey. This would be the only healing he'd do right now. Lying back onto the sofa he sighed and sipped on his drink, then spent the rest of the night thinking more about what James had said and done.
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These people need to get more sleep. It makes me tired just writing about it. More action in the upcoming chapters. So do you hate James as much as Dumbledore now? Or do you think he just had too much to drink? I'd love to hear what you thought about this.
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