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Harry Potter and the Energumen of the Elchee	By : The_Oddest_Exclamation Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 48777 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Well ladies and gentlemen, there was a whole spew of information here, of me wrambling on the nature of the Harry Potter Universe. It has been moved to comply with guidelines.
I might post a link to the blog it's on later if anyone is interested.
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Hermione would have given anything in the world to wake up. To wake up, and for the last eight hours to have been nothing more than a terrible dream.
Unfortunately, all manner of pitching had convinced her that it was indeed real. That this had to be the single worst birthday she had ever had, which she realized wasn’t exactly saying much, considering she had only had ten of them before this one. But for her to be arrested for witchcraft on her birthday, it had to be the worst luck she had ever heard of.
And what person in there right mind, who had known her even briefly would have come to such a ludicrous conclusion?
Not that the Varangian Guard cared. They served only the emperor after all, and the affairs of the merchants and their children only really mattered to them if they broke laws too blatantly.
“Hermione Jean Granger, by the authority vested in me by Almighty God, you are under arrest for witchcraft, heresy and violation of curfew.” The leader of the squad of armored knights, which had kicked in the door to their house, had growled at her.
Those words still echoed in her head, freezing her blood in her veins. The terrifying stories she had heard in the church, and whispered by cities various busybodies echoed in her mind.
“Suffer not the witch to live.” It was one of the more popular topics for sermons in Constantinople’s cathedrals, and it was one of the few things that the constantly warring Abrahamic faiths could agree on.
It was also pretty ludicrous thought. ‘Hermione Granger, A witch? Ridiculous!” She could hear the voice of the kindly old librarian, Madam Levis echoing the absurdity in her head.
She had at the time, tried to tell them that their accusations were nonsensical, wanted to declare her innocence. She was Hermione Granger; her parents were only merchants for God’s sake! She was the girl that spent nearly all her free time in Constantinople’s great libraries, reading books and scrolls on every subject she could get her hands on, she couldn’t be a witch!
Of course it was hard to protest her innocence through a gag, but she figured that it was the principle of the thing.
And after she had been tied up, the leader of the Guards, a rather stern looking woman with greying hair pulled into a severe bun, had pulled her parents from the room. When they returned, less than a minute later, her father wouldn’t even look in her direction. Her mother on the other hand threw her a disapproving glance, and walked the knight upstairs.
Hermione had figured out what was happening before ten seconds had passed; the guard had decided to arrest her nine year old little sister for good measure.
And while she knew it was insensitive, she wished they had not been placed in the same cell, or that they had at least gagged Melody when they had bound her. Her sister had started sobbing from the second they passed their housed front gates, and continued the entire ride to their holding cell, and hadn’t seen fit to stop until she had finally passed out.
It wasn’t that Hermione didn’t like her little sister, Melody was as adorable as Hermione herself was precocious Or so all the adults she knew had always told her, but the younger girls constant wailing while she had been trying to think, wasn’t really appreciated.
Of course that had only been the start of the oddest and least pleasant day of her life so far.
Sitting tied up on cold stone floors in a darkened little cell, with her sister sprawled across her lap for several hours had been boring, but it wasn’t really unexpected. She had figured the clergy would now be arguing about how best to dispose of them, and Hermione had hoped that they would take there time.
Melody had fallen asleep soon after they had been thrown in their cell, but Hermione found she was unable to even relax, she knew well of the many fates that might await them.
Never before had she regretted her desire to learn everything beneath the sun, but in that moment the knowledge had seemed to taunt her in her darkened cell.
The tension just dragged on, and it had been killing her, would they be sentenced to be hanged, thrown down an oubliette, or burned at the stake? Or maybe if the ecclesiastical who sentenced them was feeling particularly merciless, they could be dragged down into the labyrinthine series of tunnels and dungeons beneath the massive city, to be chained, or worse walled, up and promptly forgotten about.
Not exactly the most pleasant subject for her to dwell on, while awaiting what would likely be a rather short trial, if precedence had taught Hermione anything. But the knowledge of her immediate future made calming down impossible.
Then her day went from terrifying to exceedingly odd.
The door had opened, and the stern old guard woman from earlier entered the cell, then closed and locked the door behind her.
She flashed Hermione a small smile and knelt down and undid her gag.
Hermione immediately had jumped back into to pleading her naiveté. “I’m innocent, you have to believe me, I’m not a witch.” Hermione had whispered after the lady had motioned for her to be quiet.
That had brought an amused smile to the woman’s lips. “Well, you’re right on the first account but wrong on the last.” She had replied, and this time her voice held an unfamiliar accent.
Then she had drawn a small but ornately decorated stick from inside her vest, and flicked it in a confusing pattern over a small rock.
“Don’t worry dear everything will be explained soon” She gave the stone a look, then a sharp nod before flicking it straight into Hermione’s forehead.
The next few moments had been a world of their own, dragged by her navel through a realm of blurring amused colors and howling wind instruments, before she had been slammed face first into a pile of straw. Not three seconds later Melody was unceremoniously dropped, still sleeping soundly, on top of her.
That was the sequence of events that had brought her to her current situation.
Nude on her stomach, and half buried in a pile of straw, with her sister who was also apparently naked, as she could feel her sister’s bare skin on her back, still sleeping on top of her shoulders.
Trapped inside what appeared to be the darkened hold of some massive wooden ship, surrounded by hundreds of other boys and girls, seemingly in a similar situation to Melody and her own, quietly whispering amongst each other.
And good God, did she hate where this day was going.
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I apologies ahead of time for the shortness of the chapter, it’s not the longest but I see it as more of an introduction, testing the waters so to speak.
I assure you that the next chapter will be no less than twenty pages long, but I wanted to get this out and see what people think, before diving head first into the wellspring of madness that I have as an idea for this story.
If you want to leave comments or PM my account that’s cool, I assure you that I will read all of them and reply to any that I can. Constructive criticism is appreciated but hell, even flames show me that someone read the story, and that’s more than enough to inspire more chapters in my book.
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