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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 Nine – Wisdom is nothing more than Healed Pain

Harry stood up from the bed and took a black robe around his shoulders, all the while being watched by his wife. His nude, toned body shivered under her gaze.

‘He’s not in pain…’ She tried in a last try to have Harry there with her instead of the kitchen with the still tied up Malfoy. Harry grinned and shook his head.

‘Still… I need to talk to him about some things, sweetheart.’ Harry said as he finished buttoning his robe and leaned as to kiss Hermione on the forehead, the second kiss was planted on her left nipple and the other on her pubic bone, causing his wife to shiver as he breath caressed her. He then straightened up, leaving her unsatisfied. Hermione whimpered as Harry moved away but she remained there.

‘Fine, go, I will be waiting here, with my legs… open.’ She said stubbornly and Harry smiled and kissed her lips before he could bite on them lightly. ‘I will come downstairs when the Healer notifies me, we’re going to have an update on the pregnancy…’ Hermione said this time seriously and Harry smiled and blew her a kiss before he could leave with no other word as he indeed needed to see Draco Malfoy the soonest.

When he sealed the bedroom from anyone that might wanted to get in there he moved down the stairs of Grimmauld Place and he moved slowly in the kitchen. The sight before him made him smirk as he saw Malfoy being asleep and exhausted on the chair with the ropes around him. Harry approached and slapped Draco a bit hard, causing the blond man to snap up and groan as Harry waved his hand and the ropes vanished.

‘For fuck’s sake!’ Draco swore as he stood up and stretched his body, frowning in pain. ‘I thought you’d never come back.’ He accused Harry, making the raven haired man to grin.

‘Sorry but I was informed about your… situation just a few moments ago,’ Harry lied easily, he gestured to the still glaring Draco to sit down and the man obliged. In the past, Malfoy would have sworn about Hermione and her actions, but the blond man had changed a lot, especially after Ginny’s death.

‘Are you out of your mind?’ Draco finally exclaimed and Harry knew that his outburst didn’t have to do with his tying on the chair. Not many people in the Wizarding or the Muggle Worlds could talk to Harry Potter like this and get away with it intact.

‘Yes I am…’ Harry only answered as he sat back on his chair at the head of the table and conjured two glasses full of firewhiskey. Draco stared at Harry for a moment and then gulped down the entire content of his glass.

‘I thought you wanted to be subtle and you go and kill the minister? They’re going to join forces with the Ministries of Europe, they’re all ready to unite forces as to take you down, to take Hermione down.’ Draco snapped and Harry stiffened as the blond man hit a nerve there.

‘None is going to touch her,’ Harry said flatly as he sipped from his glass slowly. Draco snorted. ‘They will have to do it over my dead body,’ he added and Draco rolled his eyes.

‘Then they will make it because you took it way too far this time, they’re outraged, McGonagall, though old; is furious and has sworn to take you down or at least die trying to.’ Draco said in a serious whisper, Harry was still calmed.

‘Then, I’ll be glad to help her pass away myself, do not worry about this…’ Harry said as he sipped from his glass again, causing Draco to slap his hands on the tabletop.

‘They.Are.Uniting.Forces.With.The.Entire.EUROPE!’ Draco screamed this time and his glass shattered because of his uncontrolled magic. Harry slammed his own glass on the tabletop and gripped Draco’s collar as he pulled him close to him, their faces being inches from each other.

‘Keep your voice and your anger in check, in here, with Hermione in her delicate condition.’ Harry this time commanded and shoved Draco back on the chair. He stood up after he took his glass of firewhiskey and started pacing by the table. ‘You think I am not prepared? You think I’m not ready? Well, everyone is ready to join forces with me as well… and not only from Europe. I’m ready to join forces with my…friends from around the globe, witches and warlocks from Egypt, India, Brazil, Mexico, China, people with knowledge in dark magic that will make Minerva and her petty Order to kneel before me and my lady. I’m ready to tear them apart!’ Harry said in furry that surged through his veins, his own glass shattered in his vice grip and the glasses tore the skin of his palm but he didn’t even notice as he felt his ears humming in anger.

‘We’re ready for the third battle,’ Draco only stated and Harry nodded his head as he looked at Draco.

‘According my spies, they need months to have the back up from Europe, just like I do from all the countries that are willing to help, so we’ll all take our time, we’re starting the calm before the storm, we might have small sudden attacks and we might get attacked… but yes, we’re getting to the third battle, and this one… will be the last.’ Harry said and Draco nodded his head.

‘So you’re ready?’ Draco asked one last time and Harry took a huge breath and nodded his head as wandlessly; he healed his wounded hand.

‘As ever,’ Harry only replied and smirked. ‘I’m ready to pay them all back for what they’ve done to me, to Hermione, the Weasleys… you…’ Harry only said and Draco looked away and nodded his head. The two remained in silence for a few moments. ‘How’s Narcissa?’ Harry asked as Draco stood up and moved close to the fireplace as to floo away.

‘tried to kill herself yesterday, cut her wrists,’ Draco said coldly as he took powder in his hand and threw it in the fireplace. Harry nodded his head and sighed at the news, the last person on earth for Draco Malfoy was gone.

‘The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness… your mother was innocent, Draco,’ Harry only said as the two men who were dressed in black stared at each other, fait and the circumstances had intertwined their lives. Malfoy only nodded and then flooed away with a grave face.

‘My Lord?’ a female voice was heard and Harry looked around him, Margaret Miller was standing at the door with her head bowed in respect. Harry smiled as he saw one of his most loyal subjects. He knew the raven haired woman had feelings for him even though married to Gerard Miller. Margaret truly reminded to Harry of Bellatrix Lestrange and her relationship with Voldemort: an annoying and unanswered, one-sided love.

‘Dear Margaret,’ Harry said politely, he might had eyes only for Hermione but Margaret and her husband were trustworthy, loyal subjects, something that a leader always needs. Margaret blushed as she moved closer, still with her head slightly bowed.

‘I heard the shuttering of glass and the voices and I thought of checking out in case something was wrong…’ Margaret said as she looked up at him with her grey eyes full of awe and hope. Harry smiled and nodded his head.

‘It was nothing, just me and one of the links, having a chat.’ Harry said without giving out too much.

Harry had his subjects in levels. They were the people that didn’t have a value to him, wannabes and people who thought that could do it were great, consumable shoulders. There were the people he trusted for missions and then there was his inner circle that included very few people like Margaret and her husband, Draco Malfoy, Lord Brandon and some more that had proved themselves to be trustworthy. And then, there was Hermione, who was his absolute everything, the one who could use the Deathly Hallows just like he had done with her own wand as if it was his, back in the past.

‘Oh I see…’ Margaret said quietly as she looked at the shattered pieces of glass around the kitchen. She then looked back at Harry with eyes that shined. ‘Master Harry…’ Margaret started and Harry watched her from a good arm’s length. ‘I would like you to know that I’m willing to sacrifice everything for you…’ Margaret said in whisper. ‘Just for you, I could do anything you’d ask.’ Margaret went on; the moment she moved half an inch closer to Harry the woman started shrinking in excruciating pain as she fell on the floor writhing violently.

As Margaret collapsed on the floor Hermione was revealed behind her on the doorstep with the Elder Wand firmly in her palm pointing at the Subject. Hermione’s eyes were full of furry and hatred as she kept torturing the woman with the silent Cruciatus. Hermione moved further in the room in a black, long dress she had put on, her eyes never leaving the woman between her and Harry.

‘Hermione… enough…’ Harry warned calmly and Hermione only glanced at him but kept the wand pointed on the witch that writhed and screamed on the floor. Hermione’s free hand was caressing her flat stomach gently but her face was fierce.

‘You’re such a good little subject, dear Margaret… just like Bellatrix Lestrange was… but you forget something… Voldemort didn’t have a WIFE!’ Hermione screamed hysterically at the top of her lungs and this time Harry decided to take control of the situation. Not because of his mercy on the subject but because of his fear for Hermione’s pregnancy. He moved closer to Hermione and wrapped his hand around his wife’s, gently moving it down and away from the Subject.

‘Hermione, think of our child and calm down, right now,’ Harry whispered fiercely in her ear as he wrapped his free arm around her and pressed her against his body. Only then he felt Hermione relaxing as her eyes finally focused on him. ‘You don’t want to lose this child as well, do you, my love?’ Harry went on and Hermione finally let her hand fall to her side with the Elder Wand being passed to Harry willingly.

‘Finite Incantatem!’ Harry said without looking at Margaret who finally stopped screaming and started chocking as she struggled to breathe.

‘You’re mine,’ Hermione whispered back possessively before she could throw another poisonous glare at the Subject that now was backing away from the couple and was trying to stand up on her feet, looking rather pale and fragile. Hermione had no hesitation to use the curse that she had tasted by Lestrange on anyone that threatened something or someone that was hers.

‘And I’m very happy and proud about this, but I need you to stop overreacting, especially now in your condition…’ Harry said firmly in a normal voice. ‘I promise, the moment our child is born and you are strong again, I will have an entire army of enemies and traitors for you to play with.’ Harry whispered close to her ear but loud enough as to have Margaret listening as well. Harry always wanted to seed fear in everyone’s hearts as he knew this was the only way for him never to be betrayed. ‘But until then… I need you to be calmed.’ Harry finished his words as he framed Hermione’s face with his large palm and held her chin firmly. Hermione looked around her with that edgy look as if she was a little child that was caught being naughty.

‘Fine…’ Hermione finally said before she could look at the terrified Margaret. ‘But she tried to steal you from me,’ Hermione accused the woman as she pointed at her, Harry took both her arms and wrapped them around his neck as his own arms wrapped around Hermione’s body.

‘But did she achieve anything?’ Harry asked penitently and Hermione smiled proudly.

‘Nope…’ she answered and Harry smiled and nodded his head before he could kiss her lips softly, at that moment, the only thing he wanted was to have his wife happy and carefree, he’d prefer to die than to have her being unsure of his love.

‘Death and pain didn’t separate us… so you shouldn’t be afraid of a little slut…’ Harry whispered this time only for Hermione to hear. Hermione giggled and nodded before she could share a passionate kiss with her husband. When the kiss was over Harry touched his forehead with his wife’s. ‘I adore you, you know that,’ Harry said before he could kiss her again as Margaret hadn’t dared to move without permission from the room. Harry knew Hermione was having her show as to prove who were the Lady of the house and the heart of the Lord so he decided to give her satisfaction.

‘OK, Margaret, you’re dismissed…’ Harry said calmly and the raven haired woman nodded her head, bowed in fear and left kitchen as fast as her pained body allowed her to, flitching as she passed by Hermione. ‘You’re such a naughty girl, Hermione…’ Harry said when the terrified subject closed the door and left the couple alone.

‘You love me that way…’ Hermione said and Harry smirked and nodded his head. ‘The healers are ready upstairs to have the updates, we’re going to have news about the pregnancy!’ Hermione exclaimed after a moment with her voice being dreamier than ever.

Harry smiled honestly and nodded his head as he took his wife out of the kitchen and through the house. As they passed by the hall and the floors, many Subjects that spent their free time in the Headquarters wished the best for the pregnancy as they bowed and greeted the couple. When the couple entered the room Harry had given to Hermione and the healers for the entire progress of the pregnancy and hopefully, the labor, the healers were already there waiting.

Harry helped Hermione on an examination bed, all the while holding her hand as the healers raised up her dress. The healers were all women as Hermione didn’t want any man except Harry to touch her ever again; she couldn’t stand anyone else’s touch after her tortures in the past.

A black woman called Lisa Daren smiled with respect at the couple as she pointed her wand at Hermione’s abdomen while the second healer, Halley Robinson stood close by in case the first healer needed anything.

‘My Lord, my Lady, we’re going to check on the child and we’ll try to see what the sex is,’ Daren said and Hermione nodded eagerly while Harry nodded more calm. He was sure about the healers he had for his wife, after all they knew they’d die if they did something wrong.

Wordlessly, Daren cast a spell and Hermione’s middle section glowed a deep blue-purple light, she then used another spell and the wand moved once on the right and twice on the left side. Daren’s eyes widened and Harry felt Hermione’s hand squeezing his in an instant.

‘What’s wrong with the baby?’ Hermione asked and Harry felt his heart speeding up, Daren looked at the couple with eyes that almost shown.

‘My dear Lady, I’m honored to announce to you the most spectacular of news, you’re not expecting one baby, but three, two boys and a girl.’ Lisa said and Harry felt his heart actually skipping a beat in happiness. Hermione squealed in joyous shock and covered her mouth with her hand. ‘We were probably right, while Dolohov was alive, you were bound with him and the remaining of his curses but now that he’s finally gone, you’ve made it. The therapies and the ritual worked. You’re expecting three children.’ Daren elaborated as the couple looked at each other before Harry could lean in and kiss Hermione passionately.

‘Finally,’ both Harry and Hermione whispered when the kiss was over and their lips just an inch away from each other’s. Harry was finally there; ready to have not one but three Heirs. He was going to have his firstborn with the Elder Wand, his second child with the Stone and the little one would take the Cloak, his three, precious children were going to be the keepers of the Hallows. His children, it simply sounded wonderful.

‘After so long…’ Hermione whispered in joy as tears ran down her cheeks and Harry could see and hear the old, innocent Hermione that would never dare to use an unforgivable on anyone. Harry smiled and kissed her lips.

‘Our children, our heirs.’ Harry whispered and Hermione beamed and nodded her head. Harry looked back at the healers and smiled.

‘You will be rewarded for your help, with a lot of gold,’ Harry said with a small smile of satisfaction as the two healers nodded and bowed. ‘ Since you’ve done an amazing job so far and we’re finally having the wanted results, I expect you to be great during the rest of the pregnancy,’ Harry went on and both healers nodded again, either way, they didn’t have a choice but Harry wanted to make himself clear. He looked back at Hermione who was still smiling as she caressed her belly. Harry helped her straight her dress up and stand up on her feet. When they left the room of the healers Hermione hugged Harry tightly in the dim light of the corridor, the same light that was illuminating the entire mansion since Hermione couldn’t stand strong lights.

‘I’m so happy, Harry, I’m finally happy,’ Hermione said and Harry smiled and kissed the love of his life, he could kill, torture and hex all the people of the world but before her, he was the butter and she was the knife, his enemies were right, she was his greatest weakness, but soon, she would be his greatest strength as well as she was to have his three Heirs.

‘When you’re happy, I’m happy,’ Harry said softly and kissed the scar that started on her jaw and moved down her chest. ‘See? I was right, we were going to make it this time,’ Harry said with a small smile that he used only for her; she nodded her head and kissed his lips softly, her eyes calmed and happy. ‘Now we have to add two more cots in the bedroom next to ours…’ Harry said and Hermione chuckled and nodded her head.

‘Two sons and a daughter… two great fighters and a great torturer… Lord Bane, Lady Fury and my little Lord Odio… what else can I ask for? The master of Death and his Lady finally have their Heirs… our enemies won’t stand a chance before us and our children…’ Hermione said and Harry could hear the edgy tone in her voice but he decided to ignore it and he focused on the nicknames Hermione gave to their children. He liked them, they provoke awe and respect and these three kids were going to be recognizable around the Wizarding communities so their nicknames were perfect, having them given by their mother was an added bonus.

‘I love the nicknames… but how do you know they will be in that order… first a boy, then a girl and then the other boy?’ Harry asked as the two remained in the corridor, too enchanted with each other and their happiness as to move.

‘Just a feeling,’ Hermione said and Harry nodded his understanding. ‘What names do you want for your Heirs, my love?’ Hermione added and Harry smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

‘Lillian and James were given to our lost children, so I don’t want those names given to our healthy children as well… maybe those two kids were meant to end up like my parents…’ Harry said seriously and Hermione nodded her head as she sighed, her hand cupped his face and she kissed his lips.

‘Our eldest son’s name could be Damian, the one who takes over others, Damian Harry Potter the Lord Bane, he will be just like you.’ Hermione said with a smile. ‘Our sweet daughter could be called Ciera, means dark, Ciera Hermione Potter the Lady Fury, my little girl will be able to torture and take down anyone on her way…’ Hermione went on dreamingly. Harry thought with an inner smile that Hermione’s dreamy state looked like a more sinister dreamy state of Luna Lovegood’s, were she alive. ‘And our little son should be called Benjamin, means the right hand of his father, Benjamin Harry Potter the Lord Odio.’ Hermione said as she looked at her husband who listened to her carefully.

‘Damian will take my curiosity and your cruelty, he will be our firstborn, the one to be there and fight for the honor of our family. Ciera will take my intelligence and your loyalty; she will be next to her brothers as an equal, ready to slaughter anyone that will try to harm her family. And Benjamin will take your mischief and my cold blood, he will be the most diplomatic, the one who will tear apart anyone that will try to trick our eldest hot-blooded children. He will be the one to finish off everyone in cold murder. The trio of the Heirs will be unstoppable with the two boys defending Ciera and her defending her brothers!’ Hermione said proudly as if she could already see her children grown up and in their glory. Harry listened to his wife’s words and he could only smile at the picture of three powerful children with his and Hermione’s features that will take over his throne one day.

‘You like the names?’ Hermione asked after a moment more of daydreaming. Harry smiled and kissed her lips.

‘I love them,’ He said and Hermione beamed at him.

‘We’re getting closer to the battle right?’Hermione asked, changing the subject and the mood completely as her eyes hardened and her body stiffened. Harry sighed, even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to lie to her, not when she could look right into his eyes.

‘We do, but we’ll be ready, as I see it, the ultimate battle will take place around the period of your labor… in eight months. I won’t lie to you, they’ll try to strike before it, in a try not to have the great battle but so will we. We’ll keep up with small, sudden attacks at Hogwarts, I’ll try to take them down.

‘But you very well know that I will protect you and our three children. I swear, Hermione, none is going to touch you or the children.’ Harry spoke honestly and Hermione after a moment more, nodded her head and hugged him. Harry kissed Hermione’s head as she wrapped her arms around his back like he did with his own arms around her waist.

‘I just want you to focus on your pregnancy, now you’re going to carry three people inside of you, sweetheart, I need you to take care of yourself, let the rest on me…’ Harry said and Hermione sighed in his arms and nodded.

‘If that Miller bitch ever tries to approach you again, I swear I’m going to rip her fingers off one by one… and shove them right in her ass!’ Hermione said after a moment and Harry chuckled a bit, he knew she was absolutely serious about this but he loved when a seemingly so young and small person like Hermione was able to do such things for him.

‘I love you, Hermione Potter, Mistress of the Hallows.’ Harry whispered as he used the full title that the Wizarding world almost feared to speak aloud.

‘I love you too, Harry Potter, Master of Death,’ Hermione answered back, using the title that everyone actually didn’t dare to pronounce… ‘And I love you, little Heirs of the Hallows.’ Hermione added with a smile before her husband could claim her lips with his own.
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