Naga Inheritance

EXTRA DISCLAIMER: I do not own most of my spell, I couldn't think up a good one so I borrowed the poem fate by Ralph Waldo Emmerson. It does not belong to me and I make no profit off of it.

Okay, so I know I took a long time to update, but forgive me please. My life was interfering with writing, but now it's safely chained up in the backyard and out of the way. Also thank you for your support and help. I hope you like my story.

XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Twelve XXXHPDMXXX
Ron's Discovery of Hermione's Betrayal

Ron was looking for Hermione. He had looked everywhere, but his girlfriend was not to be found. He had asked people if they had had seen her, he had asked his mom, Ginny, some older members of the order and even Fred and George, no had seen her. Ron and Hermione had gotten into a fight a couple of hours ago. Hermione it seemed, was very angry at Harry, whereas Ron was mostly confused and hurt. Why was Harry angry at him? He had insisted to Hermione that must be a misunderstanding. Surely Harry wouldn't be so cruel without a reason. Hermione, however had been most adamant in her refusal to give Harry the benefit of the doubt. Hermione had stormed out and now, after he had given Hermione some time to cool down, Ron was looking for her.

'Maybe Bill's seen her' Ron mused, heading toward his older brother's room. Bill had arrived at Grimmauld Place this afternoon, almost a week earlier that he had said he would. Ron was somewhat cheered by the prospect of a talk with Bill. Bill had always been Ron's very favorite brother. “Bill?” he called softly, knocking on his brother's door. “Bill, are you awake?” his brother was known for sleeping late when he could. Ron opened the door and light spilled into Bill's room from the hallway. The unoiled hinge screeched its displeasure, causing a form on the bed to still. It rose, its eyes still half closed with sleep. Pale hands pushed somewhat bushy hair from its face. It was Hermione. Sitting up as she was, it was obvious she wore nothing beneath the blanket.

A door opened in the side of the side of the room as Bill walked in, water dripping from his hair, wearing only a towel. He froze.

Ron looked at his once girlfriend, who had still not noticed his presence and at hit traitorous brother. Then he turned, without a word and walked silently to his room, not even bothering to close the door.

He drafted a letter to Harry.

Dear Harry,
I hope you still think of me as a friend. It doesn't seem likely at least with what you were saying this afternoon. If I've made you mad please tell me how? I can't fix it, if I don't know what I did.
Still you're best mate! (or at least I hope so)
Ron
P.S. You probably want Hedwig back now, since you got away from the Dursleys and all.

Ron tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and sent the owl on her way, hoping that he could remain friends with at least part of the “Golden Trio”.

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Hermione stretched and wiped the sleep from her eyes. The sound of the door had woken her up. Her eyes opened and the world came slowly into focus. “Bill?” She looked at him. His mouth was open and his eyes wide with shock. “Bill? What's wrong?” her forehead creased and she frowned.

“Ron.” he said, struggling to get even that out..

“That again.” she said irritably. “We already established that I'm staying with Ron and you're sure as hell not dumping Fleur, I'm not gonna be the one to upset a veela.”

“Not that.” he said. The shock finally leaving his features as his voice returned to normal. “He was here,” At Hermione's confused expression he continued. “At the door. He came in. He knows... about me and you.”

Hermione's gaze flew over to the door. “He's not there. He saw us. You on the bed, me coming out of the shower...... He walked quietly out of the room.”

“Then how do you know he knows? Maybe he assumed it was something else. He didn't get mad did he?”

“Hermione he knows.”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?”

“Hermione, look down.” Bill used the voice he reserved only for the most stubborn of people. It was a commanding tone that could rival even that of a Malfoy.

Hermione looked down and realized what Ron had seen. The blanket had pooled around her waist, baring her from there up. Hermione could no longer doubt that Ron knew exactly what he had seen.

“Damn it.” she said. “He wasn't mad though?” she asked looking up at Bill. “He didn't seem angry at having found me in this........... situation?” she asked, waving her arms vaguely.

“It may mean that he's in shock...... It's more likely though that he just doesn't care anymore.”

“Doesn't care?”

“About you, your relationship, maybe your friendship as well.”

“But... But.... I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to have some fun. I always expected to settles down and have a family with Ron. Even if he is an idiot.” Hermione turned suddenly with accusing eyes toward Bill. “This is your fault. You were supposed to lock the door.” In truth the blame had been both of theirs, but Hermione could not accept that she could have been caught doing wrong. Surely she was much to smart to have been caught by an idiot like Ron.

“I can fix this.” she said suddenly. “I'm sure, I can fix this.” Hermione rose from the bed and began to pace, she did not care that she had left the blanket behind on the bed. She nothing as she traced a path on the threadbare carpet of Bill's bedroom. “And shut that door!” she ordered.

Bill smiled slightly. Hermione's temper never failed to amuse him, even in such grim circumstances as these. He hadn't even told his family about his relationship with Fleur yet and it may already have ended. If Ron told people about his relationship with Hermione, Fleur would dump him in a second. That would be bad, he really liked Fleur, he might even love her. But he didn't want to be tied down to a single woman, not yet anyway. There was a lot he wanted to still do before he got chained down to a wife.

Hermione opened her eyes, a slightly evil look on her face. Her relationship with Bill would have to come to an end, but if she could convince Ron that Bill had forced he into a relationship somehow then everything could work out. She would have to plan he story very carefully, she had to make Ron angry enough at his brother not to ask Bill's side of the story. Hermione dressed quickly and left to her room, ignoring Bill's protests, she had a lot to do.

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Harry strode out of the fireplace with even more care than usual, making sure not to jostle his new pets. The snake slithered quickly to the ground, but the dragon was to weak to do more than whimper piteously. Harry looked down at the poor creature. He knew some healing spells, but he wasn't sure if they were strong enough to affect a dragon. “Maybe I should owl Charlie or Hagrid.” pondered Harry aloud.

“I suggest Charlie, Hagrid might get attached.” said Sirius as he stepped into the room.

“But I'm not on the best of terms with the Weasleys right now.” said Harry not missing a beat as he spun to face his godfather.

“And Charlie in particular? You know he doesn't hold with other peoples grudges, even his family's.”

Harry looked away before admitting guiltily, “I don't know that my grudge is with Charlie in specific, or Bill, or the twins.... or Ron, but it probably is.” said Harry. Sounding more childish by the moment.

Sirius glared at Harry, who felt compelled to explain. A few minutes later Sirius was torn between
shock and anger. “They were taking money from Dumblefuck!?!” Sirius's features began turning feral once more, but he regained control of his temper. “You said Molly and Arthur were getting money.”

“Them and Ginny.” said Harry, not bothering to mention Percy.

“And they weren't bothering to pay Ron directly?”

“Uhhh, well surely he knew about it. He was probably getting his share from his parents.”

“So you think Ginny, a girl you barely know is getting paid straight from your account and yet Ron, your best friend has to get payed by his parents?”

“Maybe it was in case I found out.”

“If they were worried about you finding out, Dumblefuck wouldn't have taken any for himself.”

As Harry looked down guiltily he remembered the fledgling dragon. “Ah yes, so Charlie then?”

“Yes.” said Sirius with a still somewhat reprimanding look. He glanced at the door as it opened to allow Remus passage inside. He wore only a bathrobe, half hanging off his shoulders and he had obviously just gotten out of bed. His hair appeared tousled as he headed straight for the coffee. He noticed the dragon in Harry's arms only after he had downed half a cup. The rest of the coffee went to waste as the cup dropped from his and and spilled its contents on the floor.

“Harry?” he asked, somewhat in shock. “Why are you holding a dragon?”

“CRACK!” Krissy appeared to clean up the mug, but stopped at the sight of the dragon, dripping blood all over the carpet. “Mister Harry! Gets that dragon out of here right now. Its drippy blood all over Krissy's fresh cleaned carpet.”

The glare on Krissy's face inspired Harry to walk quickly from the room. Krissy followed behind him, glaring all the way. Remy stayed behind to hear the story from Sirius.

“Krissy, could you go and fetch Charlie Weasley for me?”

“Krissy will fetch the Weasley boy for Harry.” said Krissy, disappearing with a loud, “CRACK!”

Harry had a long walk ahead of him if he wanted to get to a bedroom without a carpet. 'Walk..... Walk..... Wait a minute,' thought Harry to himself, 'I'm a wizard, I can apparate.' and he did so, wanting to hit himself over the head for not thinking of it sooner. He did not hit himself for two reasons. One, there was a dragon in his arms and two, it wouldn't be dignified.

Lost in his snobbish thoughts, Harry didn't notice when Charlie entered the room.

“So are you going to put down the dragon so I can examine it, or shall I examine it from your arms?”

“Huh?'' said Harry, practically dropping the dragon as he spun around to face Charlie. “Oh, uh, here.” said Harry as he handed Charlie the sleeping fledgling.

“So have you heard about Ron and Hermione yet?” said Charlie, conversationally.

“No.” Harry replied, a little edgy and somewhat suspicious.

“They broke up. I don't know the hold story, but it seems Ron caught Mione and Bill sleeping together. Can you believe it? Bill just got back today and he's already in bed with his brother's girlfriend.” said Charlie as he started casting spells on the dragon.

“They weren't officially dating last I heard. How'd Molly take it?” asked Harry, curious despite himself.

“She's torn,. Mione's Dumbledore's favorite, but Bill and Ron are her sons, she doesn't know whose side to take. It's right funny to watch.”

“So where are they all staying?”

“Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore's got it all warded up so they'll be safe.”

“Didn't bother to come get me though.”

“So, you pissed at Dumbles or what?”

“I don't know if pissed is the right word, but I'm through with him. I won't let him keep me under his thumb any longer.”

“Well, you'll be glad to know not all the Weasleys support the old fart. Fred and George broke ties with him when they left the school and I haven't even tolerated him sine last summer.”

“What happened?”

“It's not the time for long stories, I need to get back to work Your Dragon will be fine, he just needs a bit of rest now. What's his name?”

“It's a boy? Acerberus then.”

“Cool name. See ya Harry.” said Charlie as he trotted off to find Krissy, he couldn't apperate in the house because Harry hadn't keyed him into the wards.

“Well Acerberus,” said Harry, turning to the dragon, “You just..... keep lying there and I'll go meet up with Damien and his buddies.” Harry looked down at his shirt, it was drenched in Dragons blood, “Er, well perhaps a bath first then.” Harry cast tempus. “Hmmm, four o'clock, I'd better hurry.”

“Krissy.”

“Yes Harry?” said the house-elf from behind him, grinning as he jumped from the suddenness of her arrival.

“Could you get someone to watch over Acerberus and find some food for Alexander as well.”

“Krissy will make the arrangements for Mister Harry.”

“Thank you Krissy.” said Harry before he apparated to his bedroom, he really did need to get ready.

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Hermione settled down on her bed, the package from Dumbledore in her arms. She would need Dumbledore's support if she wanted to get back.

Hermione unwrapped the bright blue package, pulling out the sapphire ring. 'Why does it have to be so gaudy?' she thought as she slipped on her finger. She picked up the paper from the bottom of the box, reading over it a few times silently.

Hermione pulled out her wand and spelled a pentagram onto the floor. She grabbed various random and useless objects from around the room and transfigured them into candles which she set spaced evenly apart on the pentagram. She lit them on fire as she stepped into the pentagram. She sat crossed legged in the center a she held her arms out in front of her, the hand with the ring on it resting on top of her other hand. She began to recite the necessary words.

Her planted eye today controls
Is in the morrow most at home
And sternly calls to being souls
That curse her when they come
Moon bitten and thrice cursed
Lupin of the werewolves COME!

Now she gad to sit there for an hour without moving, how dull. For an hour after that she would still have to wear the gaudy ring. 'Who created this stupid spell anyways?' thought Hermione as dark energy rose from the candles in the form of smoke and began swirling outside the pentagram, biting it at it tied to get in. 'Stupid Dumbledore and his hideous ring, stupid Ron, he wasn't supposed to find out. Stupid Bill should have done better to keep it a secret.' As she thought these unkind things the dark energy grew stronger, attacking the pentagram with more force until the pentagram was staining, barely able to hold it back. Hermione was frozen in fright. Throughout Grimmauld place evil laughter and demonic howls could be heard, echoing through the halls. For once Dumbledore's scheme was going as planned.

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Was it any good? Probably not good enough to have taken so long... * hangs head in shame * Please forgive this silly extra title, I was calling it that, to myself at least, even before I wrote that part. Thank you for reading my story, I hope you have a happy and enjoyable life whoever and where ever you are.
Tenari Rose ^^