Lord of the Land

Here are all the Warnings ( there are some new ones)
attempted rape,
rape
F/F slash (there is a kissing scene with two woman one straight and one bi but they don't like each other)
incest... S&M Beastilty (?) because it'not an animal but an animagi having sex with a human.
anal rape,
self mutilation? but not really .....
drama ( someone told me it was sounding like a soap opera)
and miscarriage
I should say this is a Harry and Hermione love story ... NOT a Draco and Hermione love story.


This story takes place in the 1600s where muggles and magical people live together.
Harry is a year older than Hermione.


Hermione Granger was a young woman at the time when woman were like children; they were to be seen and not hear by most men. Men decided who the young girls would marry. At that time in history more women died giving birth or nursing the sick during the diseases that plagued the land.

Hermione’s village was hit very hard more than half the woman died of the pox others who survived were left with disfiguring affects.

She was at the graves of her cousin Annie who had been a year older then she, very beautiful and engaged to a wealthy young man.
And Hermione’s mother Helen layed in the same spot. There wasn’t time to dig two graves. They both died from the pox trying to heal and comfort the sick.

Hermione looked around and saw so many fresh mounds of dirt and coffins waiting to be laid to rest.
Luckily it was a very cold morning and the stench of death was light in the air.

She looked at the book she had in her hand uttering
“ If I had gone to school last fall, maybe, just maybe I could have saved you.” She looked at the book in her hands
‘ The Magic of Plants and Animals.’

She brushed the dirt off her long skirts and headed back to the road with her empty cart that she had brought from the market that day.
She had sold all the dried fruits and jarred vegetables, herbs and a few potions that she was particularly good at.

Her family, Uncle Richard, aunt Marie and Hermione’s father owned the richest and prettiest land in the area. It was very fertile land. It grew the largest and finest vegetables and fruits for miles. They owned the woods, the pond and acres of land. Her uncle and aunt worked on the farm as Hermione did and her father travels brought home new herbs and exotic plants as well as fruits and vegetables to work better potions.

But since his wife’s death, Hermione’s father stayed away more and more, leaving uncle Richard, who was a hard businessman, left him with task of finding a husband for Hermione.

Walking on the road; she watched a horse galloped by with no rider.
About five minutes later; as she walked she heard a hissing sound coming from a bushes she was passing. Hermione peeked over and saw a young man feeling the ground and making hissing noises. The man stopped for a second, squinting at Hermione asking her,
“ Excuse me, but do you see a pair a spectacles laying about?”
She looked around and found them on top of the bushes;
“ Here I found them.”

She handed him the glasses. He put them on; they were bent the wrong way, obviously broken.
Hermione took out her wand and said,
“ Oculus Repario,” fixing them on the spot.
“Thank you.” The young man said, straightening up and brushing the dirt and leaves off himself.

Hermione noticed he had a cut on his head and his nose was bleeding as well.
“You’re hurt. My home isn’t to far from here. I can tend to your cuts if you want.” She pointed down the road to the nearest farm.
“You’re very kind. Yes, thank you.” The young man said.

“ Why were you making a hissing sound?” Hermione asked as they started to walk.

“ Oh I was asking the snake that scared my horse if he saw where my glasses fell.” The man said.

“ And did he tell you?”, she asked, laughing not knowing whether to believe him or think maybe he hit his head too hard.
“No. He didn’t know what glasses were so he was no help what so ever.”
“So that was your horse I saw run by? I thought it might have been.” She admitted.

“Yes “ he blushed; “I’m not very experienced at ride a horse, I’m better on a broom. I have to admit, they are easier to control they don’t have a mind of their own. They don’t react to things.”

They got to the house and Hermione started to clean his wounds. Sitting down the young man look up at her from time to time.

“Do you live around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before at the market?” she asked; as she looked at his head and hair for other cuts.

He had long black hair tied back with a raggedy ribbon and some bangs in front. He had fair skin and she was surprise to look into his eyes, a brilliant green with long black lashes.
No she hadn’t seen him before she’d remember those eyes.

He also had a scar on his forehead that he brushed his bangs over to cover. His cloths looked a little worn and the dirt on his face from the fall made him look more boyish than man.

“ I’ve been away at school and traveling about. I’ve come home for a rest and ahhh….. Family matters.” He said reluctantly.

“ Well rest a bit, you got a good bump on your head. Are you going to walk home or should I get an owl so you can get a ride back?” Hermione inquired, giving him a cup of pink tea,
“ Drink this, it will make you feel better.”

“Yes I’ll walk and look for the horse on the way.” The boy said.
“Will you be ok, or do you need me or my uncle to walk you home?”
“ I’ll be fine thanks.” He blushed, and drank the tea down quickly.
She walked him to the door. He turned and thanked her again.

The next day as Hermione was walking from the market, she saw the young man again. This time he was on his feet.
“No horse today?” she smiled at him.

“No. By the way I just wanted to thank you for helping me yesterday. Do you mind if walk with you a while?”

“ No I don’t mind. How’s your head?”
“ It’s fine.”
“Did you find you’re horse?” Hermione asked.
“ He was home when I got there.” He said laughing.
“ I’m sorry, but I don’t even know your name.” She commented,
“ I’m Hermione Granger.”
The young man just looked at her puzzled,
“ My name is …”putting out his hand to shake. He had a curious smile on his face,
“ Harry.”
“ Harry?” Hermione waited to hear his last name.
“Just call me Harry.” He said with a big smile on his face. He shook her hand firmly but gently, bowing. They talked until they got to Hermione’s house. He helped her push the cart to the barn and then said ‘good bye.’

The next day, while going home Hermione saw a figure just out a ways from the marketplace; it was Harry again.

He met Hermione there from then on just outside the marketplace to walk her home and talking about various things. But each afternoon he stayed a little longer at her house.
Coming back after dinner he would meet her at the big tree down the road and walked around the pond with her.

Neither Hermione’s Aunt Marie nor Uncle Richard had heard or met her new friend or even knew he was coming around to see Hermione.

When her Aunt and Uncle asked her where she was going
Hermione said, “ I’m going looking for herbs and other plants for her potions, in the fields and woods.”

When Hermione came back empty-handed Marie ask,
“ Where the plants and herbs?
Hermione replied, “They weren’t ready to be picked.”

Hermione’s aunt and uncle never really talk to each other except for the stuff that concerned the farm and their daughter.
But now they were discussing something else. They were chatting about getting Hermione married off since she was old enough with permission from her father.

One thing her aunt talked about was the village news or gossip.

Harry Potter, a young man, was now coming home to his family’s estate. He was the going to be new Lord of the land (in training). He would be making laws and seeing over the family lands.


Hermione met Harry at the tree and told him she had to go pick herbs, roots and plants that evening. Harry asked if he could accompany her.

He helped her find and pick plants and dig up roots.
They found a Butterfly Weed, and Bear Tongue in the woods.
Flowers that would help attract butterflies and keep beetles out for the garden.
In the pond they discovered Lilies and Pickeral Rush and dug up their roots getting themselves nearly drown in the mud in the process. Hermione set her foot in the soft muddy bottom bracing her to pull up the plants by the stem and her foot sunk in up to her knee.
Harry had to help Hermione get her foot out of the mud but she lost her shoe.

Harry pulling up the roots and plant of the Pickeral Rush unearthed a lot of mud splashing some on Hermione’s face. But she didn’t complain, she laughed it off as Harry profusely apologized.

He gently wiped her face off with his handkerchief. Holding her face with one hand and wiping it clean with the other. Harry stared at her.
“ Mud can’t hide your beauty,” he said softly.
Hermione was very surprised at this complement; her cousin had been the beauty in the family.
Hermione thanked Harry for all his help.
“If I was any real help we would have found your shoe,” he stated.

The next day Hermione found herself moving rocks and weeding the garden with Harry’s help. She looked at him from time to time and he really looked like he was enjoying himself. She also noticed for a lean man he had nice muscles, which his shirt showed quite well being drenched with sweat. Hermione suggested that as it was very hot that they might like to go down to the stream to rest and dip there feet in the cool water.

They sat for a while putting their feet in the water. Sitting next to each other.
“Do you want to hear something; a secret?” Hermione said softly,
“ I come here once in a while and bath. Do you think that’s wicked of me?” she blushed.

“No, not at all. I seen woman jump into fountains with their clothes on and occasional without their cloths in Italy, or was it Paris? I can’t remember,” laughing.

“You’ve traveled?” she asked curiously.

“Yes with my Godfather Sirius, he’s taught me a lot. Been to loads of places. Seen lots of things good and bad.”

“Have you always lived with him?” Hermione asked.

“ No my parents died when I was a baby my Aunt and Uncle reluctantly took me in. They weren’t very caring; they hated being stuck with me. When I found out I had a Godfather I wrote to him and he came and fetched me. Sent me to school and we traveled about”.
There was a long silence, then Harry asked.
“ It might be nice to walk in the stream?” Harry suggested,
“ Give me your hand so you don’t slip.” He held her hand while walking in the stream, through the field and back to the garden.

He asked Hermione if she would like to going fishing in the morning.
She wasn’t sure if she could.
“Well I’ll be at pond around sunrise where the stream joins the pond. If you want or can, I’ll be there. Okay?” He squeezed her hand looking into her eyes for a long moment and smiled.

Hermione got most of her chores done before the sun even was up.
As the sun rose, she found herself running to meet Harry at the pond. Her heart was pounding her in chest, when she felt something dreadful coming into her mind.

She heard her Aunt’s voice in her head warning Annie and Hermione,
“ All woman are whores or slaves to men. Never let a man kiss you on the lips he’ll think he owns you and he’ll just steal your heart and break it.”

Hermione’s mother told her why Marie married her husband.
Her aunt got tricked into marrying to her husband. He told her
“ I need you, life would be so much harder for me without you.” What he really meant was he needed a maid and a field worker that he didn’t have to pay and someone to bear his children. It was not a secret they didn’t have a happy marriage they slept in different beds most of the time.

She also hear the story of her Aunt Marie friend, a very beautiful woman who became a mistress to a rich man, going out for dinners, the theatre and parties where other kept woman attended, as well as a small room in a boarding house with other women in the same situation, but ended up in the streets of London being a lady of the night after the rich man tired of her. She died from venereal disease a few years later.

“What am I doing?” she said out loud, stopping at a tree,
“ A girl alone with a boy in the early hours of the morning. If anyone knew or found out….” She feeling a knot in her stomach. If her family found out she’d be punished or disowned
“….But all we’ve done is hold hands; very innocent. We haven’t embrace or kissed. But the things I told him. Oh, what was I thinking, telling him I bathed outside?”
Hermione felt her whole body go red. Then she thought of his reaction, he wasn’t shocked he had seen more of the world then her and didn’t judge her.

She began walking again and soon spotted Harry. He looked up at her and the smile on his face faded a little. He stood up and walked towards her.
“Good morning Hermione, are you feeling alright? You’re all flushed, and you’re sweating.” He said, as he put his hand to her cheek.
“ I’m fine; just didn’t want to late.” She said, cringing inside,
‘Oh that sounded so pathetic, I sound desperate.’
“ Here sit down,” he said, sitting down next to her,
“ Have you fished before?”
“ Once, years ago with my father.”

He gave her a fishing pole and showed her how to hold it. She thought she was doing it right; but her casting was off. Harry put his arms around hers to show her how. She felt his chest against her back. He looked taller today towering over her.
They fished for a sometime catching only one fish they sat very close to each other quietly on a fallen tree.

After a while Harry said quietly “ I have to some business I have to do in London. I’ll be busy for three or four days. So I won’t be around.”
“When will you be back?” Hermione asked.
“ As soon as I can.” He said looking at her, watching her.
Hermione’s chest felt odd and she felt like crying. She made a yawning sound as a few tears fell from her eyes.
“ Sorry .. I’m really tired; got up to early I guess.” Wiping her tears away before he saw.
“Why don’t I take you home then.” And Harry put the fish in the pail and reeled in the hook on the pole.

They walk through the woods. They passed a cherry tree with ripe cherries. Many were on the ground making the dirt a deep red. Harry picked a few off the tree and popped them in this mouth.
“ Don’t choke on the pit,” Hermione warned him.

Harry started to laugh; spit out the pits but spraying some juice on Hermione’s face as she tried picking a cherry.
She wiped her face with her hand.
“Thanks,” Hermione remarked.
Harry smiled, and laughed
“ Any time.”
Hermione not thinking it was funny picked a few cherries from the tree and squished them in her hand. Then she threw them at Harry getting him in the face and neck. Harry just smiled, a get ‘even smile.’

He took two steps towards her before she gasped and ran…. but only three steps as Harry tackled her around her knees. Grabbing the cherries that were on the ground Harry turned them into mush on Hermione’s face, neck and back of her dress. Hermione returned the favor and did one better throwing a hand full down Harry’s shirt rubbing them as they rolled around in the fallen cherries covering themselves.

Harry just kept on laughing as Hermione got frustrated and angry.
“Sorry Hermione but you look funny …um very cute with cherry all over you. Not many people can wear cherries like you.”
She looked at herself,
“ I can’t go home like this.” Standing up taking out her wand and looking down, suddenly she was clean,
“What the….” She looked at Harry who was just getting up and had his wand in his hand.
“ I don’t want you to getting into trouble. I try to clean up after playing.” He announced, as he waved his wand, cleaning at himself.
He took her hand and walked her to the tree.
“ I’ll try to …visit soon.” Harry said.

Looking at Hermione’s face memorizing it. Hermione’s heart was pounding as he held her hand. He was so close to her. He took a step back and bowed, bringing her hand to his lips. Kissing her hand softly for a moment, he looked into her eyes as he kissed her hand again, his lips parted slightly. Hermione felt a wave go threw her. She felt very warm and light-headed. She opened her eyes to see Harry holding her hand with both of his. She was panting softly; everything was dream-like. Harry was looking at her with half-opened eyes looking inebriated. A sigh came out of Harry mouth,
“ Good bye Hermione.”
“ Good bye Harry” escaped from her lips.
She turned and walked into the garden and looked back and he was gone.

The day went by slowly. Hermione did the rest of her chores as usual. But that night, she thought of Harry as she laid in bed remembering the kiss he had place on her hand. She closed her eyes and felt a wave go through her again. This time it vibrated inside her. The waves just kept coming until she felt something exploded in the most intimate places.
She fall asleep with a sigh and smile on her lips.