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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 Seven

The Master Against the Order

A man is stranded somewhere within his hopes, his fears, and his imminent darkness.

‘I’m begging you, Harry, don’t do this!’ Hermione pleaded once again, her eyes for those words seemingly normal, Harry knew she could be like that, and she was like that for the past days, since she knew about her pregnancy. Harry sighed and moved closer but she moved away from him. ‘Not now, don’t do this to me, to our child!’ Hermione went on exclaiming.

Harry sighed, he knew her too well, of course she would be scared and of course she would try to stop him and using her pregnancy wasn’t something new, but he needed to be focus, he needed to keep up like he had been doing for the past years, it was how he had built their empire in the Wizarding world.

‘Hermione Potter, don’t use our child as an excuse,’ Harry said sternly and she looked at him actually pouting like a little child, the fog returning in her eyes, Harry hated to see her changing by the minute, she could look normal, if she kept contact with reality, the problem was that she didn’t like her realist at the moment.

‘I don’t use our baby; I’m just trying to show you some things.’ Hermione replied and Harry almost smiled at the fact that she was still correcting him. This time he moved closer and trapped her against the closest wall with his own body. They were alone in the deserted library that Hermione had decided to unlock and spend some time in there for the first time in years, for reasons unknown to her husband who was more than happy to reopen the library for her.

‘I know you’re scared, I know we have been through a lot, but, we’re going to make it, you can’t be with me in the fight, since now, you’re expecting our heir or heiress but Malfoy will be there and our subjects and people who believe in us and our offspring, the only think I’m asking for, or even begging, is for you to stay here, relax and wait for me.’ Harry said quietly as he framed his wife’s face with his hands, sharing a tender moment he had months to share with her, Hermione sighed and cupped his hands above her cheeks.

‘I can’t relax, wait and stay here for you when I know you will be in a compact, I just can’t, I never abandoned you, and now I can’t change that, but on the other hand, I am carrying our child and I just can’t lose this one, I know our child will be born healthy and sound this time but I can’t relax when you’re away from me,’ Hermione said as quietly even if sometimes her voice got slightly paranoid and speedy. Harry caressed her face and kissed the spot of her nose as he saw the unshed tears pooling in his wife’s dark eyes. He traveled his finger down her enormous scar till he reached the V neck of her satin gown and touched the Deathly Hallows’ symbol, a medallion he had given to her when they had retrieved the Hallows.

‘Yes, you can, like you did before, Mione, we have got this far from zero because we had to make some choices, some sacrifices, the last thing I want right now is to leave you and the little one inside you and go and curse those bastards who used us but I have to, so they can be feared, so they can know that no matter what, I will stand against them and they will have to get over my dead body as to get to you.’ Harry said and Hermione looked intensely at him, her lower lip trebling.

‘I’m scared for you,’ Hermione said and the memory of the exactly same words spoken from Hermione back in their fourth year flood in his mind. He could remember her face in various times of their relationship, as friends or lovers, he could remember it in their school years, or during the Horcrux hunt, or when she learnt that everyone had died after their torture, at Ron’s funeral, every time she lost a child and every time he had to go to fight without her just like this time. Harry couldn’t stop himself and captured her lips with his own in a heated kiss that left her breathless; when the kiss was broken he rested his forehead against her own.

‘I love you, and I need you to support me, like you always did, do you remember? Even if you didn’t agree, you supported me.’ Harry said and this time he could even hear his own voice changed, he could hear that old young man during his years who needed his friends and worried about his best friend’s opinion in whatever he did and she might didn’t approve.

Hermione took a deep, shaking breath and looked at him as a couple of tears ran down her cheeks eventually and one of her hands cupping his hand now caressed her flat stomach, she shut her eyes closed.

‘I support you,’ she finally said and Harry’s shoulders relaxed in relief as he kissed her lips again.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered against her lips before he could kiss her again.

‘OK, I want clear things, many victims, and a lot of damages, imprint the Ministry with your cruelty, show why we’re here, and show them how much you suffered during the wars.’ Harry said as his subjects were gathered before him, all of them hidden by the masks they were wearing. Hermione was slightly behind Harry, playing with the Elder Wand and pointing it at the subjects with a smirk on her face, then giving her attention on her medallion of the Hallows around her neck and then back on her play with her deadly weapon. ‘Fail to do so and my wife will make sure to play with you if you dare to survive as failures.’ Harry said with a warm smile as if he was welcoming everyone, he could see the shivers running through his subjects’ bodies and he was satisfied, fear is the best shepherd for a big bunch of tough sheeps.

The subjects left one by one for the hallway of Grimmauld Place where Brandon gave them their last instructions. Harry remained behind and looked at Hermione as he turned around.

‘Here,’ she said quietly as she handed him the Elder wand to his hands. Harry took it and his fingers lingered with their touch on her own fingers, the couple looked at each other.

‘I will be back the soonest, victorious, like always.’ Harry said and Hermione smiled seemingly normal, warming Harry’s heart.

‘You better be, your child is waiting for you.’ Hermione said and Harry smile and nodded his head as he approached and kissed her lips tenderly.

‘Go and show them why we’re who we are, make them suffer, make them feel the terror we felt back then, make them…’ Hermione started but Harry’s thumb against her lips made her pause.

‘Shh, the baby is listening to of all this… you don’t want our baby to get upset…’ Harry said, not as much because he couldn’t hear the details she wanted him to perform but because he hated the edge in her voice, the edge that appeared only when she recalled what happened to them back then.

‘You’re right,’ Hermione said and smiled brightly at him, their past forgotten for now. ‘Come back soon, and give my best to Malfoy, tell him that is he dares to betray us like he did back in his aunt’s house, I will personally haunt him down and finish what you didn’t let me do the last time I saw him,’ Hermione said and Harry sighed and nodded his head.

Hermione had never forgiven Draco Malfoy for what he had pulled her though during their years at Hogwarts, his confirmation of her identity that night in Malfoy Manor and later on for not being faster as to warn everyone for the Death Eaters’ attack.

She had actually shown her feelings, a couple of year ago when Harry was late from returning after a mission with some subjects and Malfoy had visited Grimmauld as to report to Harry and he had faced Hermione who hadn’t let the chance to be wasted and had Crucioed the blond wizard with no end up until Harry returned and stopped her by actually disarming her with a spell since she didn’t stop in any other way.

Harry knew pretty well that Draco’s Erinnyes would never allow him to hurt Harry or Hermione further, especially after Ginny’s vicious murder and usage of her body as Infery, he could never hurt the people who survived and that’s why he hadn’t fought Hermione back, those years ago. In Harry’s opinion, the youngest and only male Malfoy had accepted the Cruciatus as punishment for all the banes he had inflicted willingly or not to the Potters, but Hermione couldn’t understand that no matter how much Harry tried.

‘If I get the chance, I will tell him.’ Harry said in a try to amuse her, she nodded her head solemnly and kissed his lips once.

‘Be careful and come back to me.’ Hermione said and Harry nodded his head and kissed her lips as well, stealing a kiss for good luck.

When the Master of Death entered the hallway everyone stopped talking, Harry placed his mask over his face and with a wave of the elder wand everyone was apparated in black smoke, leaving Hermione Potter, the Mistress of Death clenching at the Resurrection Stone in her gown’s pocket, standing in the doorway and hoping with all her heart that she and her child won’t use the Hallow as to see Harry after this.

The atrium was full of people, as always in a Monday morning even if the terror of the Master was evident everywhere, the huge statue of Dumbledore in the middle of the atrium gave hope to everyone but the constant insecurity made them lower their eyes and hurry for their destinations in the huge building. Some of the paused and threw a coin the fountain before the statue’s feet, praying for better days before they could hurry up.

The onslaught that broke loose the moment the head of Dumbledore’s statue exploded by the Master of death was something the people who survived to tell the story, would never forget. People started screaming, as they saw with their own eyes the Master and his subjects firing spells toward every direction, the chunks from the statue that a few days prior held the dead and torn body of Dolohov, collapsed after a few more spells hit it, they filled the atrium with dust and none could see a thing apart the flashes of spells that were fired around the huge room.

As the dust started to fall the battlefield was revealed, many people from the Order were flooing from the fireplaces that weren’t destroyed yet while others apparated behind the chunks of the statue as to have a small shielding before they could get into the battle, the minister of Magic himself, Kingsley Shackelbolt was there, fighting against the large bunch of inventors with the Master of Death being on the front line, shielding, when needed, his team with the Death Stick and fighting with his Phoenix wand as well.

‘Long time no see, Harry,’ Kingsley shouted with his deep voice across the field as Harry finally moved forward and his team spread around in the atrium as to fight with their enemies from the Order and the Aurors.

‘Miss me, Kingsley?’ Harry retorted and with a movement of his Phoenix wand his monstrous like mask vanished from before his face into black smoke, a nice magical trick he had learnt from the actual Death Eaters of Voldemort’s. He saw many people’s faces in fear and awe before his appearance; he smirked at Kingsley who tried to hit him with a fire curse which Harry avoided easily with a wave of the Elder Wand.

‘You got old, Kingsley…’ Harry said in an attempt to buy some time and bring Kingsley where he wanted, in the middle of the Atrium, with the corner of his eye, he saw Draco Malfoy, having a clear shot of him but preferring to fight with Brandon with a disarming charm…

‘Expulso!’ Harry screamed as he pointed both his wands at Kingsley who ducked behind the half destroyed head of Dumbeldore’s statue.

‘Not so easily, Harry!’ Kingsley shouted from behind the statue. Harry laughed hysterically and for a moment, the sound of Bellatrix Lestrange’s laugh came in his mind.

‘Fight like a man, Shackelbolt, stop hiding and using others to do your job! Stop sacrificing “chosen ones” like the ones before you or the ones who will take your place! Act like a man!’ Harry retorted with venom in his voice as rage surged through his veins.

That moment Kingsley arose from behind the chunk of expensive marble and pointed his wand at Harry.

‘Reducto!’ the minister of Magic screamed and a huge wave of power started to surround Harry as he got himself in the eye of the cyclone the spell formed. Harry snarled in furry as he felt the power washing over him and disappeared in black smoke.

The next moment he reappeared right behind his older opponent and smirked at the shocked face of the Minister.

‘Mobilicorpus!’ Harry said with a strong voice, pointing the Death Stick at the older man who froze in the air and started arising above the battlefield of spells that collided against people and objects beneath him. The man who once brought Hermione sound in the Burrow, the night Mad-eye died, the same man who let everything happen to Hermione, Harry and their child, all those years ago, was now under Harry’s mercy in the middle of the air above everyone’s heads, looking petrified at everything beneath him, his eyes full of fear as he looked at the rightful owner of the hallows.

Harry didn’t look away, he only wished for Hermione to be there with him, as to enjoy the moment, his pensive would make her happy; with this though he twisted his wand with a sharp wave and the head of the order of the Phoenix screamed his lugs out as many of his bones were hearable cracked and broken.

Many people shivered as they actually saw the man’s limbs moving swiftly as the bones broke. Harry moved his wand again, in another sharper wave and people gasped as they saw the man’s stretched –because of his position in the air- chest pulsing because of the ribs that got broken. Soon Kingsley’s screams became muffled as his mouth filled with blood that ran down his jaw and neck, moistening his robes.

‘And still alive…’ Harry whispered to himself as he admired both his handwork and Kingsley’s will to breathe. ‘Lets finish this…’ He whispered and smirked as he remembered his wife’s punishment for Dolohov. With another sharp movement, a gusting sound of ripped flesh was heard and Kingsley’s insides fell from the few feet high on the floor, splattering blood all around him right before Kingsley could scream for the last time. With another movement of his wand, Harry sent flying the ripped body in the fountain that once was full of clean water before the feet of the now shattered statue of Dumbledore’s.

The fountain which’s water up until that moment was full of dust and blood from the fights around it now splashed a great amount out of it as the dead man was thrown inside and then became red as the opened body floated in the surface.

For those moments, everyone was frozen, first as to watch the murder of the Minister and then his body falling in the dusted water, after one more moment of shock and fear, the battle resumed itself but this time Harry kept himself under a shield that covered him from any curse sent to him. He moved close to the fountain, brought his hand in the blooded water and took from Kingsley the budget of the Minister of magic along with a budget from the order of Merlin for his services to the War… Great services indeed, having so many families murdered and Harry and Hermione tortured for days. Now the budgets would be a nice gift for Hermione, since she couldn’t be there like the rest.

‘Great work, Kingsley,’ Harry whispered as he ripped the budges from the clothes that clanged in the empty and broken ribcage of the older man. ‘Look at what position this work brought you, my old friend, you should have come to my side, the winners’ side.’ Harry said quietly as he brought the budgets in his pockets. He turned around and looked at the battle before him, he sent a Kedavra to a man from the ministry that was uncovered and kept sending curses toward the shield, as the man fell dead Harry rose the Elder wand above his head and shouted.

‘Take the bodies of the fallen and the enemies, we’re done!’ Harry said and his voice was magically louder as to be heard above the battlefield.

One by one, all of his subjects were dissaparating in black smoke, taking with them the bodies of their fellows or bodies of their enemies. Harry looked at the survivors a last time with the Elder wand still up above his head, he knew some of the people who now looked at him with fear and hatred, he saw Neville Longbottom being there, his torn by the battle robes showing the Hallows-shaped scar on his chest, the face of Cho Chang’s who had became a member of the Order in faith of none like Voldemort would come again, in faith none else would die like Cedric did.

Harry knew those people couldn’t understand his reasons, but he was done trying to convince them a long time ago, when he had asked them to join him, now they were enemies, and that moment, he took a vow to his unborn child who was growing by the minute in Hermione’s body: his former friends and current enemies would face the same faith with the Minister of Magic…
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