Dark Lady

Chapter 11 ~ Revenge

"AVADA KEDARVRA!"

Walden Macnair blasted Hermione with the Killing curse while she was distracted by Bellatrix. The dread green light covered her and the throne, Macnair wearing a victorious snarl as he held the hex on her. The Death Eaters around him began to cheer, egging him on. Hermione's hair and robes fluttered under the attack and she slumped, which made the cheering louder.

Snape shook his head again.

Panting, Macnair stopped the spell and turned to face the others, who now applauded him.

"Some Dark Lady," the wizard sneered at the rest of his applauding comrades. "That was almost too easy."

The applause suddenly weakened, then stopped, everyone looking past Macnair with horror on their faces. Macnair turned around to see Hermione conscious on the throne, her eyes red and narrowed and face twisted with malice.

"It was too easy, Macnair," she said softly.

Whispers of "she survived the Killing Curse!" circulated around the room in tentative whispers. Hermione Granger couldn't be an ordinary witch. No one survived the curse. Except Harry Potter, and that was old news.

Suddenly, Macnair stiffened, his limbs locking tightly against his body as if he were bound by invisible ropes. A tall guillotine appeared in front of the throne. The blade was rusty and bloodstained. Macnair seemed to be dragged toward it by unseen hands.

"NO!" he cried, attempting to struggle as he was forced to his knees and his neck placed in the scoop. "No! No!"

"I know an axe would be more in line with your history as an executioner, Macnair. As I remember, you took great joy in your work. I witnessed it once, when you slaughtered Buckbeak, the Hippogriff. But, that had quite a happy ending. This—

Suddenly the blade released, sliding down the frame and severing the wizard's head from his body, blood shooting out of the opening in a gory spray, far-reaching spray. Macnair's head rolled to the foot of Hermione's throne, the eyes glazed and twisted mouth still moving.

"—won't," Hermione finished with a wicked smile. "At least not for you. Personally, I'm overjoyed."

The guillotine disappeared, as did the lower part of Macnair's body. Then Hermione's red eyes turned on her Death Eaters, who had been applauding her assumed death. The throne room suddenly increased in size, and two goalposts appeared at either end of it.

"With the exception of Severus Snape and the remaining stars of the show, I want the rest of you to form two teams. I know they will be larger than usual, but that will make the game play more exciting. Whichever team kicks Macnair's head through the goal first, will be spared indescribable pain."

The Death Eaters looked at Hermione, then quickly separated. Hermione attached a white square on one set of Death Eaters, then a red square on the other so the teams could be identified.

"Now—GO!" Hermione hissed and watched as the Death Eaters desperately ran toward her throne and Macnair's head. There was cursing, grappling and frenzied kicking as it was kicked around the throne room desperately. Hermione laughed throughout at the thick meaty sound of boots and shoes meeting flesh. One of the eyeballs was detached from the socket, whipping about the ground at each impact before being stepped on and crushed. Several teeth were missing as well, and the rest of the face was bruised and misshapen as the competitors ran back and forth, shoving each other out of the way, the head rolling before them.

After about twenty minutes of fighting, shoving and nearly destroying the head, which now had gray matter leaking out of it, the red team finally got it through the white goal.

Hermione applauded.

"Now, that's entertainment," she said. Then the white team let out a terrible cry and dropped to the ground, each Death Eater howling and shuddering in pain. This went on for about thirty seconds before ceasing.

"Now, you'll withhold your applause for anything other than the remaining stars," Hermione told the chastised group as they staggered to their feet. Suddenly, the red team dropped, howling.

"You won, but you still applauded," Hermione hissed at the writhing mass. "So much for fealty. Now, get up!"

Snape decided then and there that in essence, Hermione Granger had the capacity to be even more of a despot than Voldemort, who usually had kept his word to the Death Eaters as a group once given. It was with the individual promises he was found lacking.

Hermione didn't seem to care whether she kept her word or not to the Death Eaters. It could be her continued feelings of malice toward the people she now ruled, or it could just be her demonic nature of the trickster showing through.

"Form a loose circle around the remaining four stars," Hermione ordered. The Death Eaters quickly obeyed her. Suddenly the ground Alecto, Amycus, Bellatrix and Dolohov stood on began to sink, the startled Death Eaters backing away further. A pit formed and fires flared up around the perimeter as Hermione left her throne and walked to the edge of the pit, looking down at the four wizards.

"You killed my best friends," she said, her voice ringing with power. "And defiled their bodies. You didn't even face them honestly, but ambushed them like the cowards you are. They didn't deserve to die that way, Avada'd from behind. Then, not satisfied, you spit, kicked and pissed on them—"

Hermione's eyes shifted around the circle of Death Eaters.

"Urinate on them!" she snarled. "Every male here with the exception of Snape! Now! If it isn't whipped out, gentlemen, it will be sliced off and fed to you! Now, start pissing!"

As their comrades pulled their cocks free of their robes, the three trapped Death Eaters whipped out their wands to protect themselves, only to find they wouldn't work. Piss rained down on them from every side, an abnormal amount of piss, stream upon stream, enhanced by Hermione's power.

"How does it feel?" she hissed as the warm liquid soaked them.

They attempted to hide their faces in their robes sleeves but the urine soaked through, forming puddles around their feet, and still it kept coming. Bellatrix tried to gag, then vomited, some spewing through her nose. She had to swallow the rest of the bile back down because of her sealed lips.

Finally the onslaught stopped and the Death Eaters adjusted themselves, faces twisted in disgust and horror.

"Now, I'm going to give you the chance you didn't give Harry and Ron. Your wands will work now, but I have disabled them from being able to execute Unforgivables. You will fight until one is left standing."

Bellatrix looked up at Hermione. She couldn't cast spells with her mouth sewn shut. Hermione flicked a finger at her and the stitches were ripped out painfully, leaving her lips ragged and bleeding.

"Now, fight!" Hermione hissed.

Bellatrix immediately cast a Protego spell around herself, because Alecto and Amycus went for her first. It effectively blocked their attacks. Then Amycus blasted Dolohov into the flames of the perimeter, the wizard screaming as he was burned and clamoring out of the fire desperately. But it was hellfire and clung to his skin, charring it as it worked its way inside his body, his organs bursting from the heat. Smoke and the stench of cooked wizard filled the pit.

Taking advantage of the distraction Bellatrix slashed at Alecto viciously.

"Sectumsempra!" she cried in a garbled voice because of her damaged lips. Blood spurted from Alecto's throat and she fell in a pool of blood.

"Alecto!" Amycus cried, charging Bellatrix. "You killed my sister, you bitch!"

He fired a blast at her, but Bella blocked it, firing back at him. They began to duel in earnest, blocking and hexing madly, neither making headway.

"This is taking too long," Hermione said, then made a motion with her hands and three demon dogs appeared in the pit, made of red hot stone, mouths dripping white hot lava. They charged the witch and wizard.

"No!" Alecto cried as one latched on to his arm, and the other two bit into his legs. He screamed in agony as they began to shake him viciously, pulling his limbs askew, the bones snapping before he was torn apart, blood flying everywhere.

Only Bella was left as the creatures devoured the wizard's body greedily, crunching through bone and skull, lapping up the blood. Hermione watched dispassionately for a moment, then her eyes turned toward the last one standing.

Suddenly Bellatrix let out a shriek as giant pike emerged from the ground beneath her, ripped through her body, the bloody sharp tip piercing the top of her head. She slumped, completely skewered, blood pooling under her robes and spreading liquid petals around her still erect body.

"Get the point, Bella?" Hermione chuckled as the dogs ran over to the witch and started tearing chunks out of her as if she were shish kabob. Cracks appeared in the flooring, lava pouring through before the pit collapsed entirely, the howling dogs and bodies of the murderers swallowed by the churning magma.

Suddenly, the throne room returned to normal, and Hermione returned to her throne. The Death Eaters were silent as the grave as they looked upon their Dark Lady.

"My friends have been avenged," Hermione said softly. "It was a short show, but entertaining. It even had a bit of audience participation. You may all depart, with the exception of Severus Snape—"

Draco made ready to get the hell out of there.

"—and Draco Malfoy."

Oh, gods damn it.

One by one the Death Eaters left the throne room, no doubt with a healthier respect for the viciousness of the Dark Lady. She was one sick whatever-she-was.

Snape approached her throne and bowed as Draco skulked against a far wall, fear in his eyes. What kind of mood was Hermione in after exacting her revenge? Hopefully, a good one, or as good as it could be for someone so bloody evil.

"Well, Severus, what did you think of the show?" Hermione asked her envoy.

"It was one of the most brutal displays I have ever witnessed performed on others," he replied honestly.

"I did a good job, then," Hermione said with a smile. Then she sobered. "I suppose now you are going to show Dumbledore how Harry and Ron's killers met their demise."

Snape nodded.

"Yes, my Lady."

"Very well. Don't leave anything out," she said, the evil smile returning.

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Albus' expression was totally bloodless as he exited the Pensieve Snape had given him of the deaths of Macnair, Dolohov, Alecto, Amycus and finally Bellatrix.

"She is truly soulless, Severus," the wizard said heavily, unable to believe the horror he'd witnessed.

"She is cruel, Headmaster, but perhaps their deaths will have brought her some kind of closure, some type of peace. Her hatred may ease, now," Snape said softly.

"Perhaps. But it is more important than ever that you begin to work on her, Severus. Do you have a plan of action?"

"No. No, I don't."

"You don't have much time before she turns her attentions to something else. We have no idea what she will do next," Albus pressed. "She needs to be distracted."

"I'm working on it, Albus."

"You're going to have to work faster."

Snape scowled slightly. Albus made this seems as if it were going to be easy. It could easily be him on a pike next. Gods, what he didn't do for the old wizard. But he vowed he'd do anything to serve the Greater Good. So he was stuck for it.

"I'll do my best, Albus," Snape replied tightly, having no idea how to approach the situation.

But a possible solution would soon present itself.

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"Arrrrgh!" Draco cried through gritted teeth as he rested naked on his hands and knees on the floor of the throne room. Hermione was walloping his tight arse with a big leather paddle. His buttocks were a nice, bright pink.

"I love it when you blush, Draco," Hermione breathed, whacking him again and watching his balls swing as he jerked in reaction. He was so much fun to abuse.

Again, it was good to be the Queen.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. ***