The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 11
Alleyway Brawl

Swinging back in forth on the wooden rocking chair, Sirius Black starred out into his illustrious backyard. Hills of greenery and trees filled the enormous backyard. Sirius felt at peace when he sat out on his deck. It was a muggle home that made Sirius comfortable. Although he was very well known for his administrative duties within The Department of Sorcery within the magical world, he was married to a muggle and was very familiar with that life style. He had married a wonderfully gorgeous woman who cared for him; Sabrina Fare; a dentist for the muggle community, and a wonderful doctor and wife.

Sirius strode up and he walked into the house, many other wizards were bustling around the house fixing things up and getting ready for the ball that they were throwing. Sabrina was known for her parties and loved throwing them. She was a socialist and how much Sirius hated dancing; he still loved her for it. It was what kept her going, Sirius thought. She had taken a sabbatical from her practice to work on the house and work on her “projects” so to speak. Sirius agreed that she needed to take time off, but he was suffering the consequences. He guessed that they had thrown over a dozen parties since they had celebrated their love for one another, and that was one way to many for Sirius’ taste. He really was a male that only liked eating and hanging out in the smoking room, if there was a smoking room. Sabrina was allergic to his cigar smoke, so Sirius was forced to cut the habit, or smoke outside; he chose the backyard.

“When is this bloody party going to start,” Sirius said teasing her. He really loved giving her a hard time, and enjoyed her annoyed reactions.

“Oh Sirius calm down they will be done soon, and then you can put that cloak or tux, whatever you prefer. I won’t be having any muggles over tonight, so I prefer the tux, we don’t want you looking sleazy to your magical friends now do we?” She said menacingly she really loved getting back at him.

He was pompous and she rivaled getting him back for how he teased her. She knew that he hated it when she made him were the tux, he hated dressing up. She was used to the wizarding world now that she could refer to herself as a muggle; even though she felt it as demeaning. She felt it was horrible to point out certain people that weren’t “magically inclined”. But that how how they lived and she had grown to deal with it.

Cleaning her way through the kitchen, she watched as he spied on her glancing at her as she went about her work. He was way to lazy to do anything useful, but he was a man wasn’t he? Men never did any house work, it just wasn’t their nature to help out. She loved him and put up with his cockiness, she wondered why he never had any other women. They just couldn’t deal with the idea that he just was a useful human being. Laughing to herself at the thought. He really was a great husband, worhless…no. He made the dough and she cleaned. That’s just how their family worked, and Sabrina was more then pleased with their arrangement.

Most women wouldn’t want that type of living arrangement, but Sabrina was with peace and loved every minute of their marriage. He was a wizard which made it easier around the housework and it helped her out more then a great deal. When they had first met, she was shocked when she realized that there was a magical world out there. Sabrina had met Sirius at a bistro in downtown London. Her useless date had stood her up, and who was to show up and save her, but Sirius Black himself. They went on many dates after that and Sabrina fell in love. It went by so fast and in six months they were married.

During the course of their courtings, Sabrina found out that Sirius’ godson was the most famous wizard in the whole community and that Sirius was a fugitive for a short period of his life; the whole news was frightening but intense and exciting at the same time. Sabrina loved living the wizarding life, and she didn’t know if she could ever go back. Her parents were supportive; although her mother (who was a very strict navy wife) didn’t approve at first, they then agreed to the relationship and arrived at their wedding.

“Well I thMarkMark is almost done with the ball room decorations and the dinner is almost ready to go. All we need is the guests! They should arrive within a couple of hours. I think it is time for me to get dressed,” Sabrina said talking to herself, which she did rarely on occasion; Sirius laughed.

“What is so funny mister,” Sabrina asked smiling.

“Oh nothing, I just think it’s funny when you talk to the sky like someone else is listening.” Sirius explained.

“Well you are heren’ren’t you?” Sabrina recalled pointing out the obvious.

“Sure, but I’m not listening to you,” Sirius said now cracking up.

“Oh your in for it Mr. Black,” Sabrina yelled, but laughing at the same time; running over to him and trampling him onto the kitchen floor. She was going to win this battle!


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He was kissing her back slowly and sensuously…what was he thinking; apparently with hisis ais and not with his noggin. Slowly he dragged his mouth away from hers so that he could look at her face and see how she was doing. She looked normal and happy. A smile crossed her face as she glanced back at him. She seemed to be thinking about things, but Harry couldn’t imagine what crossed that mind of hers.

She had always been a puzzle to unscramble, but that was just women in general; Harry thought to himself. He never had, had great luck with women, and this wasn’t going to be a first. He needed to find a way to get into her head though; it was the only way to discover where the power of nomrah was performed. That was his main objective, and Patricia would help him uncover that mystery; at least that was the plan.

She sighed and Harry slowly bent down to the ground to pick up her bag that had fallen to the ground in the process of her lips locked onto his. Pushing his weight out of her body lock he smiled.

“So, I suspect we should get you home, so that you can rest. I assume you must be beat tired,” Harry asked, unaware of what to say in the type of awkward situation that they were in.

“I suppose that would be a good thing. Am I staying at my abode, or yours?” Patricia asked sole fully, knowing where she would be staying.

“I was thinking you should stay with me, just so if anything goes wrong I can be there.” Harry said looking over to her.

She was right. Once the Daily Prophet found out she was staying with Potter after being released from the Ministry it would be hiatus! She would be more famous than Hermione Granger, and being more popular than her would be worth it. How much Potter loved the brain fart, Patricia hated the bitch. Hermione was pretty, smart, and all that and a bag of chips and it was Patricia’s goal to find a way to put her down. Patricia had to be in the limelight, and would do anything to get there. She had to be number one, and would stop anyone who got in her way. At that moment it was Hermione Granger.

Thinking about taking control was making Patricia happy with anticipation. She didn’t even notice the fear in Harry’s eyes, when he saw the evil gleam in her eyes as they arrived at his abode.

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The streets of Diagon Alley seemed to dissipate after the view of the female scuffle. Hermione however stayed to speak with the one person she felt she needed a word with; Ronald Weasley.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing Ron,” Hermione asked impatiently.
Hermione finally realized who the woman was, and figured what Ron was doing with her. The woman was Melissa Stone, Harry’s co-worker and Ron’s boss. The two of them being seen together at this time of night was just maniacal.

Ron sighed, “Melissa and I were having dinner, and then were just about to head home.”

“Head home!” Hermione squeaked. There was no way he was going home with that lady.

“Yes, we were on our way there, when you started a fight with my friend.” Ron said accusing Hermione. While trying to stick up for Melissa he watched as she swaggered over to him, badly bruised in the face.

“Ha! I don’t think so Mr. Ronald Weasley, I believe you are sadly mistaken of were I was in conjunction to this brothel your “friend” made.” Hermione said annoyingly using her fore-fingers to represent the quote she had used.

“Mrs. Hermione Potter, I believe that you are sadly misled, she must have hit you in the jaw harder then you accompanied for.” Ron said mockingly, trying to test her temper.

“Ronald Weasley, you big lout!” Hermione yelled, now pissed at the way he was referring to her. “First of all, I am not a Potter! Second of all, I was not misled, by your girlfriend’s stupid and arrogant behavior, and thirdly the bitch couldn’t hurt me even if she tried.” Hermione said now staring menacingly at the woman in front of her. Hermione didn’t like the way she glared back at her. The woman was trouble; Hermione could feel it.

Ron’s temper was rising; his face was beginning to brighten up to the color of his hair. Knowing how angry he was, Hermione walked over to him calmly and grabbed his shoulder tightly, bringing him back to reality. Hermione knew just how to bring him out of his state of “I am going to do whatever it takes to get laid”. Ron slowly turned his head from Hermione to Melissa and stared.

“Melissa, I believe you need to apologize for your behavior towards my friend. What you did was uncalled for.” Ron finally said, but watching the pure hate in Melissa’s shocked expressions was tempting him to blame Hermione again…but he didn’t budge.

Laughing from the pure shock of how she could control Ron, Melissa just stared at Ron in disgust. She knew that hitting the bitch wasn’t the right answer, but what else would anyone of done. She knew quite a lot of evil witches and when she would tell them she punched the famous Hermione Granger, she would be gratefully esteemed.

But for now, Melissa would play it off; she needed to get close to Ron; doing so she would have to be polite and courteous to the slut.

“You’re right, I am extremely sorry for my behavior Ms. Granger, I believe my temper gets away with me at times.” Melissa said with a sparkle in her menacing eyes.”

Shocked that the lady would even think about apologizing to Hermione was a blow. What was that lady at? Hermione couldn’t quite place it, but there was something about the lady that struck Hermione as odhe whe was keeping something from her…something that Hermione didn’t like…she just couldn’t pick it out.

Sighing to herself, Hermione gave a fake smile. “So, then…Ron you are coming home with me…there is something I want you to look at.” Hermione said lying.

“Ummm…..I think I’m just going to go home tonight, I can look at whatever you need me to check on in the morning.” Ron said his voice steady.

Watching his eyes role from her to Melissa was suspicious, she knew what they were about, and there was no way Melissa was going to get away from what she was doing to her best friend.

“No, this matter needs to be fixed right away, it cannot wait.” Hermione said glaring at Melissa, who seemed to have a smirk on her face.”

“In the morning I will come.” Ron said knowing that if he was to show up at Hermione’s house there would be making up to do where Melissa was concerned; and Ron wasn’t ready for that.

Ron slowly turned to Melissa as they started to walk in the opposite direction away from Hermione. Ron quickly said his goodbye to Hermione, while Melissa turned her head towards Hermione’s face giving her a wink and a blow of a kiss in response to her wining the battle.

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The reaction of Draco Malfoy being in the other room was unbearable; the feeling of regret was traumatizing her heart. The one time, she thought she was free, and she had to come face to face with the one person she loathed more then ever. Why did he have to be at the end of the tunnel? Why not her family or someone she at least knew from her past that she didn’t hate? She would have rather seen Severus Snape than Draco Malfoy; at least she knew he was good. But no….she was trapped in a world where all there was, was Draco Malfoy. He was there when she was in her crusted rotten cell, and now he was there at her escape route; at least she thought it was her escape route. He had even ruined that experience for her by placing it there for her to find; it sickened Ginny. She really despised the man. He always seemed smug about her state of unfortunate luck.

He loved the regret on her precious little face; he loved how she wanted nothing more than to not see his face. The feeling of how much she loathed him gave Draco energy and made him feel riled up. Sitting in his cushioned chair he winked at her as she fell out of the portrait hole almost landing on her face. Placing his tea and crumpets down on the nearest side table, he walked over to her tired and trembling body. Her clothes shattered, her body unwashed and unclean he looked at her with a gleam of achievement. Grabbing her mangled body from the ground, he sat her on the nearest cushion. Watching her shiver from the sweet that was rolling down her chest, Draco slowly picked her up and carried her into the next room. He looked at her face; her eyes were bolted shut while her cheeks flared a color of bright auburn red. Touching his left hand to her cheek he could feel her body temperature rising by the second. Worried that she could be in real danger of life, Draco hurried her into the next room and placed her into the tub. Still clothed he ran told old water over her face trying to decrease the temperature of her body.

Watching her take small heavy breaths Draco began to fell nervous. Yelling into the air, “Tabitha get up here this instant.”

When the lady finally arrived the look of shock surrounded her face.

“Oh my, Draco get out of the way…I must tend to her, fetch my bag will you.” The lady hollered at Draco moving him out of the way.

She was a bit out of hand telling him to fetch her materials, but after all she was the mansion nurse, and Ginny needed her assistance.

Watching and hoping to expect the better, Draco waited in the opposite room. She may have been a prisoner, but she still was a person…who he didn’t want to destroy just at this moment.

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Harry’s apartment was damp and dry. For the past couple days he had not shown his presence in the building and the weather had affected its temperature. Placing Patricia’s bags on the entry floor, Harry quickly pulled out his wand and yelled; “airia enuciate” and a big gust of cold air flooded the room, making it feel cozier.

Felling better by the chill of the magical air-conditioning, Harry directed Patricia to the room she would be staying in. Harry looked at his apartment as they walked through it; it was simple, with a Midwestern motif. He loved how his apartment was laid out. There was a large entry way that led to a lovely standardized living room that included several muggle electronic devices; although most of his acquaintances liked to refer to them as artifacts. The living room was also decorated with many couches and love seats; that surrounded the many amounts of cushions and coffee tables.

Walking past his oversized kitchen and living room, Harry passed a hall way that lead into Patricia’s new room. The vicinity where she would be sleeping was quite large. The bedroom was as big as the master bedroom minus the patio, and it accompanied a bathroom and sitting area. Hermione had once stayed here for a period of time, while she looked for a place just after her traveling days. Harry enjoyed the bedroom and felt comfortable leaving Patricia to stay in it.

Harry quickly watched as Patricia walked into the room and sat on the bed. Picking his wand out of his cloak Harry started to yell multiple amounts of cleansing spells. He needed to make sure that no wizard would come into her room and try to harm her. The cleansing spells were mainly designed so that only friendly people could enter the sleeping room. Harry enjoyed knowing that only wizards or witches that came peacefully would be able to see her.

Watching her settle in, Harry decided he needed to leave her alone so that she could settle in. “Well I’ll let you settle in” Harry finally said. Patricia shook her head in response.

Walking out of the room, Harry made his way into his bedroom to rest his head. So much had happened in the past day that he needed to take a break from reality. Laying his head on his pillow he began to fall into a deep sleep.

He walked into a large open room. The only light that carried through the room was the gleam that shown off of the several amounts of candles placed in every corner. The room was empty and Harry soon began to feel confused. Why was here and why was he alone? He wanted to know what was going on and why there was a bed in this room. Harry soon scanned the room more clearly; besides the bed, there was a bottle of champagne on the floor with a small piece of parchment beside it.

Harry slowly walked over to the bottles and kneeled down to open the parchment. The parchment only had three words on it.

“Meet me outside”

Looking for an exit, Harry’s green eyes reached an outside balcony with a blue light shining from it. Interested, Harry walked to the light, unexpected of what to find.

The light was coming from certain someone. Harry couldn’t see the person clearly due to the blue light surrounding them. All he could tell was that it was a woman, but what woman? Harry began to speak, but the being put a finger to her lips for him to be silent. Harry did as he was asked. She walked towards him, bringing her fingers to his lips as she smiled. The touch of her warm fingers along his back gave Harry shills. Her touch was amazing. He watched as she touched him more.

Touching her fingers to his lips she brought her mouth close to his. Inches from the lady kissing him, Harry could feel a low breeze touch his lips. It was the blowing of her mouth along his. It was intoxicating, it was a feeling Harry couldn’t take. He could feel his groins tense up from the lustful feeling. The woman continued to use her sensual lust as a weapon.

She started to run her hands down and up his arms making him feel even more aroused. Smiling to herself, she moved her forearm down the lower section of his body. She could feel the release of tension coming from his penis. The feeling of comfort and ecstasy was being released by him and just from her touch. She slowly moved her hand up and down his pants feeling his arousal increase by the second. Seeing how fast he was enjoying himself, she moved them into the bedroom. Harry knew what was going to happen; he just didn’t know how he was going to handle it.

He was having this person touch him in places only few had taunted and he didn’t even know the lady. It was extremely out of Harry’s character, yet at the same time he didn’t want to leave and have her seize what she was doing to him now. She was now atop him on the bed that he had first noticed. His pants were magically gone along with his shirt. He didn’t know how long they had been there, but it had felt like only a few seconds…at least that’s what he thought. She was wearing nothing, yet Harry still couldn’t tell who the wonderful creature was.

The blue spring still covered her form and face. Watching her straddle him and wrap herself around his manly feature was unbearable. He didn’t know how long this was going to last, it was pure bliss. Harry didn’t have much time to think, she started to ride him like a bull at a muggle sporting event. Thelineling was increasingly spectacular. Harry began to sweat and he began to feel his hips rise with hers as he spilled his whole being through her. When he finished, Harry looked at the person atop of him. The blue light began to fade away to reveal the most glorious being……Hermione Granger.

Harry could feel sweat rolling down his cheek; he immediately shot out of his bed with a burning desire for someone, he just didn\'t know who! Who was in that person in the dream? He could remember seeing the woman’s face, but when he had awoken the visual had disappeared from his memory. Harry started to pace his room, his sword still sticking out in combat. He needed to figure out why and who he was dreaming about. Trying to think of anything but sex Harry brought his mind to think about manly images, instead of the sexual escapade he had just imagined.


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Hermione stormed into the kitchen….men, they bugged her to death. Why did they have to be so arrogant and sex orientated. It drove her wild! She hated how it ruled their lives. Hermione walked over to the pantry and grabbed some cookies. She didn’t even feel like making dinner. She never liked to cook in the first place and she wasn’t going to start now. Walking outside she sat herself in the nearest chair. Pulling out a footrest and slowly devouring her cookies in hand. She suddenly found herself at peace. It had been so long since she had “rested” that she could now remember how tired she actually was. She stared out into the sunrise when her attention was drawn to a familiar character flying through the sky towards her. It was her pet owl Truffles, with a stack of mail. Hermione hadn’t been home for the longest time it was no surprise that Truffles had, had so much to carry.

Truffles finally reached the chair that Hermione was placed at, at perched herself upon Hermione’s lap. Handing Truffles some of her cookie and patting her on the head, Hermione began to open the post. There were several letters from her office concerning her and her health. The head honcho had always been a kind man, and often worried about Hermione. Smiling she placed it to the side of her. Among the many “get well” cards, there was an RSVP letter to Sirius’ party. It was tomorrow night and she needed to find a date still. How on earth was she going to get a date this late? It is true, that Sirius had sent her the invitation a week ago…but come on; with everything going on she didn’t even bother to ask anyone. Harry was most likely going to take Patricia and Ron with Melissa. She needed to find someone to ask….and fast. She needed to think of the possible candidates.

Thinking as she read the rest of the post she released herself from her chair and walked into the house. Walking into the house she stepped on something that scared her….looking to the ground she saw a small note folded with a gold symbol. Hermione slowly picked up the note and carefully scanned the parchment. The gold symbol that was wrapped around the piece of paper was a gold snake that circled around. Interested, Hermione slipped the paper open with her fore-finger. Unfolding the paper Hermione read the words that covered the paper.

“There once was a man that was feared by all
A man that terrorized towns big and small
But in his swift rise
He was destroyed in his grateful demise

But now a prophecy has been seen
For those who are on the opposite team
Because his link has returned
His ungrateful revenge is still burned”

Staring at the piece of parchment closely Hermione started to feel worried. The last time she had found something of this nature they were attacked by Voldemort. She needed to get this to Harry and right away. There was something coming and who ever had left this for her wanted her to find it. This may be the very clue that they needed.