The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 10
Reality Curses

The words still repeated over and over in her mind. Time had dramatically passed sinracoraco surprised her with the clone, and future Ginny Weasley. She had no way out of escaping from her cell, and now the man was going to set the imposter out into the wizarding world. The pain of not knowing what was going to happen to her friends and family was getting to Ginny’s head. She felt cold and betrayed, a person who had been thrown to the side and left to rot. Ginny didn’t know what was in the future for her, but she had some thought that it wasn’t a good one. She could tell Draco had other tricks up his sleeve, but what were they; she thought to herself? Draco had always been up to no good…he was a bad seed that when planted in the dirt, wouldn’t grow. He had been a problem for her, her entire life.

She recalled what he had done in school…she saw him as a Death Eater. She didn’t really see him killing muggles or wizards, but she knew what he was. Everyone was suspicious of him and his cronies, but it wasn’t for certain. Ginny wasn’t suspicious though, she knew for a fact that he was one…she could tell in his deep black soul sucking pits that he was on the side of evil. She was proved correctly when the Death Eaters tried to take over Hogwarts back in her sixth year; unsurprised Ginny grimaced at the thought of that horrific night.

The Death Eaters had attacked Hogwarts with force. It was a suicidal attack Ginny thought. Voldemort was known as an intelligent man, but idn’idn’t expect to find Harry waiting for him on the night they charged Hogwarts. During the duration of the attack many wizards and witches had passed, but mostly all the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself had surpassed into darkness and beyond the shadows of light and day; they were no longer a threat. Ginny fought next to the greatest witch she had ever known; Hermione Granger. Hermione might have been a book worm, but she sure knew how to protect herself.

Finally later on it was the trio that was faced to deal with Voldemort, one of them being her own brother. Ginny was extremely proud of her brother, he was a great wizard and a great friend. During all the wand magic and spells flying right and left, Ron and Hermione were injured and Harry was to deal with Voldemort himself, which was only just. It was a long battle and towards the end, Ginny even thought that Voldemort would succumb and win victory over the-boy-that-lived. But thankfully Ginny was proven corrected when Harry tirelessly defeated the great lord. Soon after his demise the Ministry searched Hogwarts grounds sufficiently in search of any Death Eater that may have escaped through their grasps, but non were found. During this charade of war, many good wizards and witches perished; thinking about the sadness made Ginny weep with dejected feelings.

The wizarding world had lost many great people that night, Hagrid, Dumbledore, The Creevey’s, and many others Ginny had grown to care and love. The world also found and discovered that the most important ministry officials and famous wizards and witches were involved with Voldemort. The captured Death Eaters were kept prisoners, and then later killed for their betrayals. That was when the Ministry decided to start a new department for dark sorcery, which Harry Potter now worked for. If only they could just find her….it was their job wasn’t it! Ginny began to feel bitter….suddenly anger spread to her face. Furious of the idea that if Harry was doing his job he could bloody find her. Furiouth ath aggression she banged her fist into the side wall that she was standing next to…..but was in shock when something happened that she didn’t expect to. Instead of her hand hurting in pain, an entryway had opened leading to a secret room. Ecstatic…Ginny immediately ducked through the entryway almost hitting her head as she crawled through.

~~
Watching the sky drift to nightfall, Hermione sighed relaxing her head on her knee in a way that sympathized what she was feeling; pure sadness and disappointment. It wasn\'t the sadness that was affecting her mood though; it was the anger and destructive feelings she was feeling toward Harry. Never in her whole life, did she ever feel that she would experience such aggression towards him. He was supposed to be the one who would be there for her. He was the one man that had protector her throughout all her pitfalls and tribulations. He now had disappeared from that stage in her life; he was an outcast that cared not for her, but for another; another that was in need of his attention, more than she was at this nt. nt. She knew that Patricia needed help and a caring person to be by her side...but why Harry?
The questions at hand were troubling Hermione\'s brain; a feeling that wouldn\'t vanish to the shadows of forgetfulness. The pain injured her heart as she stared at the luscious night sky. Feeling worthless and downright disgusted with herself, Hermione stumbled out of her balcony chair and walked back inside her empty bedroom. Closing her eyelids a familiar smell of pure lust touched her senses; jasmine. Hermione loved the smell of the flower; it brought peace and solitude to her veins. Feeling relaxed, Hermione slipped out of her robes that accompanied her entire body that day, and stepped into a pair of muggle jeans and blouse. She needed to get out of the house, she didn\'t care where she went.... but staying here was doing her no good.
Tying her hair into a back ponytail, Hermione stepped out of her bedroom and ran down the stairs in a swift movement of her galloping footsteps. Reaching the bottom of the stairway, Hermione glanced her eyes in the direction of the kitchen. She could here sounds of happiness and glorious laughter. A curious grin coming to her face, she made her way into the vicinity of the happy music. Reaching the kitchen, Hermione saw Seamus and Pavarti wrestling on the floor in a way that made Hermione feel that she shouldn’t be present.
Laughter and squeals rising, Pavarti looked up as Hermione turned to exit. Shooting herself up, and placing her two feet on the floor in below her she ran after Hermione.
“It’s okay, stay!”
Turning around, Hermione laughed at the sight. The kitchen was in shambles; pots scattered around the ground along with dinner still uneaten on the kitchen table. It was a site to be seen, Hermione guessed Seamus had surprised Pavarti, as he did rarely on occasion.
“He does this all the time,” Pavarti said breathing hard from exhaustion.
“He’s your boyfriend, not mine!” Hermione said proudly.
~~
Just outside The Department of Sorcery, Harry Potter kicked pebbles down the street of London Parkway, while keeping his thoughts to himself. A miserable wizard who had just gave up the most important woman in his life. Being responsible was killing him. Why did he always have to do what was right and just? Why couldn’t he ever be a Malfoy and just “not give a rat’s ass”. But, that wasn’t Harry’s nature he guessed. He had always played the role of the good guy, helping others; feeing those who might be in danger. That was the main reason he was helping Patricia.
He wondered how long his relationship with her would last. He was jtoldtold shortly that she was being released and she was now in the protection of Harry himself. The chief had given him specific orders to keep a close eye on her for any “unusual activities”. Harry had no choice but to accept and go along with his orders; knowing he needed to help a friend in need. Friend…the word stuck out in Harry’s mind. What was the relationship that they had now? Were they sexual partners who attended fancy gatherings together or were they friendly acquaintances who played torkeen ( a wizarding game) with one another? Harry didn’t really know the answer to this question. All he knew was that Patricia would need a friend to help her through the tribulations ahead and someone to help her fight the curse of the power of nomrah. Harry knew it would be him. He was a determined spirit that would succeed; he could not falter at this attempt at breaking the curse. If being with Patricia on a sexual expedition was the answer…he would need to succumb to her needs.
~~
After an hour of bemused conversations with Seamus and Pavarti, Hermione headed out her door in search of solitude. Making her way down Diagon Alley she came to a store named Books and Magical Knicknacs. Hermione had always been interested in stores of this nature. As everyone viewed Hermione Granger; she was a bookworm. They pictured her as the type that would always be a book junkie, whatever she would be doing; if it was slaying dragons or working for the ministry. Thinking about this brought a smile to her face…they were probably right. Hermione loved to read; reading was so fundamental, she didn’t understand why everyone disliked the hobby.
Roaming the isles of paperbacks labeled “Casual Magical Readings” Hermione scanned her finger along an interesting title named “the most valuable curses to know and how to fight them” By Miranda Gershak. Surprised, Hermione picked the book out of its temporary home and skimmed through the printing. Hermione definitely knew who the author was. She was a famous writer for most of the Hogwarts textbooks. But never in Hermione’s live had she ever seen any other publications from Miranda other then study material.
Hermione really was interested in the writer; she once met her at a scholar invention in Scotland when Hermione had first been hired for her charms position. The woman in Hermione’s opinion was a genius. Rater beautiful infact and always had a smile on her face. Glancing through the pages of the published work she came to a chapter named “Unforgivable Curses”.
Hermione knew this section of wizarding craft extremely well. During her seventh year at Hogwarts, Hermione swore she used everyone more than once during the war against Voldemort. Flipping through each page of the chapter, Hermione came across a suspicious curse that gave her a fright. The page read:
The Power of Nomrah A deadly curse placed on an individual who is selected for a séance. This curse is a thought-out procedure. During this spell the individual is blindfolded and placed in a circle surrounded by others. After the act is placed on the individual they will go through many stages of forgetfulness, mind warping, and drastic physical and mental changes. The only known person to have this bestowed on them is a woman named Patricia Standling; a model for Quittich Wear and girlfriend to the well-known Harry Potter.
Re-reading over the paragraph, Hermione began to feel her heart stop beating. How could this be correct, she thought to herself? Harry and the Ministry, didn’t even release any information about Patricia, how could Miranda know this? Confused, Hermione flipped the book to the front page. The date of publication read:
November 12th, 2007
Thunderstruck, Hermione shut the book slowly and spoke softly to herself.
“That publishing date has to be incorrect, because that date is from last year and Patricia was just diagnosed!”
~~
Ron watched as Melissa ate her dinner slowly and tediously…not speaking to him. He wondered why she hadn’t spoken to him all night. Why was she being so distant? She had at leased showed up, so that meant she wanted more…right?
He couldn’t read the woman and it was beginning to urk the hell out of him. If he wanted to get laid tonight, he had better speak up or his lower half would be aching later!
“So…I wanted…to talk about us? Ron finally said stuttering as he spoke.
“Us?” Melissa asked now looking away from her plate of pasta.
“Yes, I asked you to come here tonight, because I feel that we need to discus our situation” Ron relayed placing his fingertips to her hands, which were now in fists.
She definitely wasn’t chirpy. Her cold replies were affecting his mood. She needed to control her anger, Ron thought. But she wouldn’t, because her next reply was a far cry from a whisper.
“I told you it was over! What more do you want? A hug to make it all better?” Melissa yelled, unknown to the other witches and wizards now staring at their table.
This was going to be harder than Ron thought. She was way to tense.
“I just figured we could work things out. Then, maybe it could progress into a deeper and more meaningful level of intimacy.” Ron sighed looking at her with puppyish grins.
Laughing, Melissa smiled “well you thought wrong didn’t you!” She was going to make him beg…the revenge would be much sweeter. Getting up she saw the disappointed facial expression Ron wore. It was going to be easier than she thought. Walking or storming out, as some people like to call it, she watched as Ron followed her like a lost puppy.
Reaching the streets of Diagon Alley, she stopped her footing and turned around to face him.
“The only reason I came here tonight was to say goodbye to you and our relationship; or whatever you want to call what we had! Also, because I didn’t want you to sit in that damn chair all night like some bloody wanker who can’t get a lousy date,” Melissa explained but, lying.
Ron frowned like a kid who was just told “no” for the first time.
“I just want to be with you, I can’t stand not being around you,” Ron said begging; now placing her hand in his.”
“Please!!” Ron begged more.
It was a pathetic sight to be seen Melissa noticed. Finally with a chirpy sound in her voice, she agreed with an “okay”, directing the two of them in the direction of her abode.
~~
The piercing touch of the cold pavement was scraping Ginny’s knees. Rough rock glided across her skin; the feeling was agonizing. Sounds of spiders along the small circle that engulfed Ginny’s body were traumatizing. Creepy crawlers surrounding her body as she crawled through the long swirly tunnel Ginny spotted a speck of light. It seemed that she had been crawling for days and finally a bit of light had caught her eyes. Happiness flung her chest. Racing her hands along the pavement, letting her legs follow in unison she finally reached the opening.

Overwhelmed by the relief of a freedom awaiting her, she felt her heart break when she reached the end of the never-ending tunnel. Broken and shattered she looked through the lighted room. It wasn’t the outside of freedom, it wasn’t another escape route. No…..it was a room within her prison. Covering her nocturnal eyes, she squinted…she could see an object in the vicinity; but she was unaware as to who or what it may be. Slowly opening her eyes, she began to feel a feeling of terror and shock. The person in the small but quaint room was non other than her evil master; Draco Malfoy.

He smiled when he saw her come through the portrait hole. “Well it’s goddamn time! I have been waiting here forever. What took you so long? Do you not know how to crawl my dear?” Draco asked maliciously, excited to see extreme hate placed upon her face.

~~

Opening the door to a gust of fresh air, Patricia felt relieved. She was finally out of the goddamn prison. Well maybe it wasn’t a prison but she felt like a goddamn science rat. The damn Ministry couldn’t figure out what kind of freak she had become, so they had to test her out with everything they knew how. Prodding her body with long shiny medal objects and using them on her like she was some whore in Knockturn Alley.

The images just tormented her mind. Why of all people had it have to be here. One day she is fucking a model in Peru, the next she sitting on a steel bed, while gross men look at her body analyzing her like she was a bloody experiment. She hated the whole ordeal and needed a place to release her anger and frustration. She knew just the man and place. He was waiting for her outside, she could see him now; Harry Potter. He had been there for her throughout the whole ordeal, the least she could do was fuck him and give him a good time. The only real reason she was dating him was to get her name out there, so people would view her as “she was the one lying in Potter’s bed”. She liked having that image; she enjoyed the reaction that she got when women her age would gawk and talk behind her back with rages of jealousy.

The pure thought that she was the one that woman wanted to be got her off. She loved the feeling of power and control. She was feeling it more and more in her veins; like a sense of excitement and energy. Since she had woken up from her warping or whatever the hell they had told her what she had; she was feeling agility and strength beyond compare. Patricia could sense a immense feeling whenever she moved her arms and legs….it was unreal. Placing each foot in front of the other, Patricia reached for the man in front of her. Smiling, Patricia dropped her book bag, and plopped her big sinful lips upon Harry Potter’s.

~~

Too shocked to even believe her eyes, Hermione purchased the book and walked her way out to Diagon Alley. Something was amiss and either she or Harry would figure it out. She knew quite a lot about dark magic and Harry could use her expertise. It was also true that Harry himself was an expert at the craft, but after all, Hermione was known for her work within the subject. Harry might work at catching those who use the magic, but she was an expert. Hermione once thought about writing her own book on her history with the craft and how to use them in an emergency situation…but she never got around to it. Gershak had beaten her to it, to say the least.

The literature was suspicious, and more then one occasion had she heard of books writing themselves stories. There were many books in the wizarding world that tended to create stories beyond what the actual author published. But there were only few of these publications, and they were kept safely within Ministry vaults. It was a very suspicious coincidence that the very spell that was needed worked on, was the very spell that the book decided to “add on to” so to speak.

Throwing the book into her book bag, Hermione headed down the streets of Diagon Alley; while looking about the many wizards accompaniedwitcwitches. It was a romantic night, clear skies and an October sunset that shone just past Gringotts. It surely was a night for blossoming romances to appear. The view was beautiful but it even made Hermione sad. She was a lonely bird stuck up in the nest, while the other flock roamed around with their loved ones. Her bird had left her for another, and it was really depressing the hell out of her. If this was how it was going to be, she needed to get over him….and fast. She wasn’t going to live the rest of her life, miserable and depressed while aching for another when that other would never ever appear.

Slugging her feet on the stone steps, she slowly looked up to a couple that was heading her way…and fast. It almost looked like they were running; and after her; jumping out of the way, the woman trampled down Hermione almost making her fall backwards.

Annoyed, Hermione yelled back at the pompous lady, “watch it lady”. Hermione just hated rude people, and loved given them a piece of her mind; even if it was only a little.

Grabbing her bag off the floor she was greeted by the lady one last time, when the woman came trotting back towards Hermione; angry fists raised.

Laughing to herself, Hermione spoke, “gonna fight me are ya?”

The women smiled politely, the girl didn’t even know what she could do to her. “Of course, you scared or something.”

Shocked at how immature the lady was; Hermione began to walk away. But the witch would have nothing of the sort; she grabbed Hermione’s hair pulling her back to the fighting arena.

“Believe me, you don’t want to fight me,” Hermione said pleading for the woman to give it up.

“Oh and why is that,” the woman asked.

“Well first, I don’t want your little boyfriend to feel bad when I kick your ass, and I don’t want to hurt anything valuable you might have.” Hermione smiled, she couldn’t see who the witch was with, but she could tell that he was trying to stay unseen…hiding from her view. This comment didn’t help Hermione’s situation. The last comment given by Hermione had raged the woman, and she watched as the lady raised her fist high, trying to get speed to hit Hermione.

Aware of what she had to do, Hermione ducked and avoiding the blow. “Now this is the last time,” Hermione said putting her hands up in a peaceful way.

“I don’t want any problems, you don’t want to fight me…believe me.” Hermione said still holding her hands up in a truss. The lady wasn’t backing down.

“Are you scared I’m going to hurt that pretty face of yours?” The woman said teasing Hermione.

Hermione laughed, the woman was really thick headed. “No, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She replied.

The women charged at Hermione, unaware of the second attempt, Hermione was hit in the jar by the overbearing woman. Now pissed as hell, Hermione charged back and punched the lady in the back, along with a side kick in the stomach forcing the women to tumble backwards onto the stone cement.

“Now, I told you not to mess with me,” Hermione exclaimed rubbing her hand to her jaw. But the lady still wouldn’t desist. The women bounced off the ground and charged at Hermione again. Sighing to herself, Hermione moved her body just in time to avoid another blow. She had to end this fast, she didn’t want the lady to get hurt, but there was only one way; knock her out.

Watching the lady try over and over again, Hermione finally made her move. When the lady made another attempt at punching Hermione in the jaw, Hermione quickly grabbed the lady’s fist turned it upside down twisting the woman’s arm along with it. Grabbing her arm and pulling it around her back. Hermione swiftly grabbed the other lady’s arm and twisted that along with the other forcing the lady on her knees. Hands tied behind the ladies back; Hermione pushed the lady on to the cement; face into the ground. Pulling her wand out of her cloak, Hermione hexed the lady into a hog tie trapping her from anymore physical damage she could do to Hermione. The ending of the fight was not what Hermione had planned…but it worked. The applause of clapping ringed Hermione’s ear drums. The fight had eventually drawn a crowd and she had won victoriously as she always did. If anyone knew Hermione Granger, they knew not to fight her. She was unbeatable when it came to street fighting.

During a period in her life after Hogwarts dayhe hhe had became friends with a man named, William Coursen which ended up to be her boyfriend later on. She had met him on a tour to Germanth hth her muggle parents and they soon became close. Everything had turned out great, until she found out what he did on the side; a fighter for money. He was a muggle and didn’t really have a professional life. Hermione suspected he worked for the traveling company, which is what he had told her, but he had lied.

During the relationship, Hermione had figured he was cheating on her, and she had decided to do some investigating on the side. She was surprised to find that he was actually helping innocent muggles for cash. Unknown as of what to do, she stuck by his side, while he taught her how to protect herself. Hermione became quite well at the art and soon was able to hold her own. Towards the end of their relationship, Hermione began to hear stories that her man was bumping and grinding another lady. She had pushed the rumors aside, because she had suspected that before and was proven wrong. But, she was proven wrong again when she found her boyfriend and his male fight partner in their bed doing the doggy style disco. Hermione was shocked by the reality that her boyfriend was on the other side of the fence, and they went their separate ways. The relationship was a disaster, Hermione realized, and the only real good thing she got from him, was fighting lessons.

Thinking about old times, made Hermione think about the current situation she was in. Looking around Diagon Alley…Hermione slowly walked over to the lady, who was still lying on the ground in agony, moaning in pain. Making sure she was okay, Hermione glanced around for the boyfriend when she finally caught his eye. The image of the man she was picturing was completely different from who was standing in front of her. It wasn’t some coward who had a girlfriend for a bully; this person was a kind person who never would be with someone who started fights in the middle of a street. It was Ronald Weasley, her long time best friend.