Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Thanks for all the reviews.. Obviously you can tell I like angst.

Sureves, its funny how you noticed that the scene could have gone a million ways, once Hermione had the wand.

I rewrote that scene like FIFTY TIMES. :P

I am happy with the end result.


Now, for tales from Hogwarts....








Just west of Malmesbury Abbey, Harry Potter looked at Nia, and wavered slightly.

“I am so hungry and tired right now. Can we just rest?” Harry leaned against a crumbling wall.

Nia blinked her flaxen colored eyes at him and she sat down, staring up at him. “You need food...?”

Nia pulled a fist full of Muggle pounds out of her pocket and walked towards a store.

Harry limped after her. “Who gave you Muggle money?”

“Mrs. Malfoy.” Nia responded and she went to the grocery mart, Harry had one similar to his house in Little Whinging.

Nia walked inside and she shrugged towards the aisles full of Muggle wares and food.

Harry opened a refrigerated section and pulled out three ham and cheese sandwiches, two apples and a pint of milk. Carrying the purchases to the counter, he pressed the money towards the cashier.

The Muggle cashier turned to make change for the 50-pound note but the two kids were gone when he turned around. “Hey, don’t you want your change?”


Harry and Nia ran towards the entrance of the Abbey with their food. Collapsing into a pew, the sudden warmth did much for them and they hurriedly began to unwrap the sandwiches. With frozen fingers, Harry stuffed sections of the sandwiches in his mouth.

“If we travel by Muggle train, it will be roughly 6 hours until we get to the surrounding towns near Hogwarts.” Harry’s cheeks were full of food as he spoke, but he was so hungry, he did not care.

Nia laughed at his expression and she gingerly took a bite of the ham and nodded thoughtfully. “Your food is good. I’ve never had this before.”

“It sounds like your childhood was worse the even mine.” Harry grinned and swallowed the rest of his bite.

“Where I come from we eat lots of rice and spicy sauces, although that was a long time ago. When I was little. Lately I have been living off of rats and other rodent.”

Harry look disgusted. “The Malfoy’s are so buggered up, it’s all that inbreeding. Rats, really!”

Nia shook her head ruefully. “No, it was the Dark Lord.”

Harry turned to stare at her. “Riddle...” Harry could feel ice trickle down the back of his neck.

“Yes, I was taken from my family about five years ago. I was a prisoner of the Dark Lord until very recently.” Nia nibbled on the ham part of the sandwich.

“I escaped and found you in the basement of the Malfoy’s. I knew I had to help you Harry Potter.” Nia flushed with pleasure. “You and I both want to destroy He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.”

Harry turned red as he stared across at the exotic girl. “Where is your family?”

“Rajasthan…. India.” Nia’s eyes half closed and her tongue flicked out sleepily.

“India is full of beautiful temples, mystical lore and warm people living in poverty. Not like this England.” Her voice was a low, hypnotic tone and Harry felt the girl curl up against him, her body vibrating warmth.

“We should rest for just a bit. The church is warm and I think its safe.” Nia murmured sleepily.

Harry could not fight the urge to close his eyes and he gave into her warmth and let himself drift to sleep.


…

Neville stared down at Luna while she slept. The past week had been remarkably smooth going. He needed to get deep enough in with the Deatheaters to warrant information on Harry Potter’s whereabouts and the truth of his death.

Neville pressed a kiss to Luna’s temple and he rose up from the bed. Donning his robes, he opened the door and warded it shut. He did not want any visitors while he was gone.

Neville swept past the hallway, when he heard shouting and saw the Carrow’s escorting Hermione down the hallway, with Lestrange in tow.

Neville nodded to the Carrow’s and went to move past them when Hermione suddenly launched herself at Neville and tripped, knocking him flat to the floor.

“Ow! Stupid Mudblood.” Neville muttered quickly, over the apology he had been about to utter.

Hermione slowly crouched to get to her feet, her fingers tugged on the unicorn hair and she stumbled again and pressed the hair into Neville’s hands. Giving him a desperate look, Neville swept the hair into the indents of his robes, away from sight.

“Clumsy Granger… Not unexpected.” Neville muttered and continued past them.

Neville watched as Hermione was shoved into walking again and eventually Neville heard them move out of sight.

Looking down at the single pale silvery strand Neville realized it was unicorn hair. It must be a potion ingredient of some kind.

Hermione did not think he was a Deatheater. On the other hand, she was that desperate.

Neville turned around and headed back to his room. If Hermione was planning a revolt, he needed to be ready.

…

Blaise Zabini was stretched out on the bed and Ginny had her hot, sexy mouth, bobbing up and down on his cock. Blaise stretched his arm above his head with a lazy grin. The past week had been delicious, absolutely the best reason he could think of for joining Voldemort.

A sharp knock sounded at the door and Blaise called for whomever it was to enter.

Ginny looked like she would stop when suddenly two Deatheaters showed up, but Blaise pressed her head back down, gagging her until she began to suck him again.

The Deatheaters were wearing masks, and Blaise was not quite sure whom they were and he didn’t care.

“Yes?” Blaise enquired indulgently.

The Deatheaters were staring at his cock, as it disappeared between Ginny’s swollen lips. One of them straightened and his eyes were glittering with lust and annoyance.

“The Dark Lord wants you to advise Draco Malfoy that his mother was poisoned. It was believed that it was snake poison.”

Blaise sat up in shock and he pushed Ginny off his cock. “Mrs. Malfoy is dead?”

“Yes. Also, now two of his trophies are missing.” The man darted a look at Ginny and then back at Blaise.

Blaise actually paled. “I’ll tell him. Leave us.”

Ginny looked at Blaise with her head tilted slightly in confusion. Blaise shrugged on his robes and looked at Ginny. “Just go to sleep luv. This will take a while.” Blaise stormed out of the room and headed for Draco’s quarters.


…


Blaise knocked twice on Draco’s door and finally a bleary eyed Draco appeared. He looked smashed. “ So you’ve heard then?”

“What, that I’m an idiot? Yes, it was brought to my attention.” Draco leaned back on the door, inviting Blaise in.

“No, Draco… This is serious. It’s about your mother.” Blaise looked at him worriedly.

“What about old Deatheater Mum?” Draco said sneeringly, before pouring another glass of firewhiskey. “Did they cut her credit up at Gringotts again? Poor mum.”

Blaise looked pale with regret. “She’s dead, Draco. She was attacked by a snake of some kind.”

Draco drops the glass and leans on the table with all his weight suddenly trying to catch his breath. The table gives under his weight and he crashes to the floor.

“She’s dead? Hermione is dead. Who did it?” Draco screamed and tried to get to his feet.

He stumbled up, looking blurrily at Blaise. “Why did they do it?”

Blaise grips Draco by the lapel. “NOT Hermione. Your mother. Narcissa Malfoy? How much of that stuff have you had to drink?”

Draco looks at Blaise with a bleak expression. “Not enough… my mother’s dead… Well at least she is away from this hellhole. Maybe she can find some peace. You know, that stuff that alludes the rest of us in this maelstrom? We’re damned Blaise…He did this to us.” Draco whispers hot whiskey-laden breath into Blaise’s ear.

“ Mate.. you need to get a grip.” Blaise straightened and pushed Draco off. “ I know your upset about your mother but this is the right path for us.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all that if you weren’t doping up Weaselette she wouldn’t spit on you to put a fire? You are cheating yourself. Ginny will never be real. All of this is a bloody mirage! You need to get a grip. MATE.” Draco sneered and he stumbled to the bed, tears spilling freely from his eyes. “My mother.. Hermione… Even the Weaselette. Abusing witches… How manly, this is.”

Blaise shook his head. “You are letting that little Gryffindor slag contaminate your mind. Sort your fucking life out mate. You’re going to take us all down with you.”

Draco smiled and it did not touch his eyes. “You really think I could? Take you all down with me? How interesting.”

Blaise glared. “Because I am your friend, I am going to forget you said that, but you need to tow the line here. Understand?” Blaise pushed out the door and slammed it shut.

Draco stared down at the bottle of whiskey and he closed his eyes. Something had to change and soon.

...


Neville hurriedly opened and closed the door to his room. The stillness in the room worried him and he looked around wildly for Luna. She was not on the bed, or in the bathroom. Neville panicked and he realized he did not have to unward the door.

Someone had taken her and Neville had no idea where. Neville headed for the dungeon in fear.


...



Harry awoke to the sound of heavy breathing and a foul odor and he tensed. An old man was leaning over him and touching his face. A Muggle from the looks of it.

“Heyya, you a bit o’ spare?” The old man grabbed his crotch. Harry groaned as the old man squeezed him and Nia straightened besides him. “I’ve got the brass, pretty boy.”

“Get off me ya pervert.” Harry straightened and tried to shove him off.

Nia hissed and attacked the old man, clawing at his face. The man let go of Harry and fell to the ground in between the pews.

“Nia!” Harry tried to grab her arm but the man had frozen, staring at her dilated eyes.

The man wet himself suddenly and Harry jumped back disgusted as he pulled Nia with him.

Nia tumbled and fell ontop of Harry and she wet her lips.

Harry felt a push of desire at feeling her soft body pressed against him. He shook his head and he realized how wildly inappropriate the timing was.

“Hurry, we should get out of here.”

Harry stumbled upwards, pulling Nia with him. They booked out of the Abbey and ran to hide under one of the nearby Alcoves.

“This isn’t working. Blaise is drawing too much attention. He’s too good looking and I look like a homeless boy.” Harry stared down at the tattered Muggle clothes that barely fit him.

“Blaise is bigger then me and my pants are obscenely tight.” He sounded frustrated and Nia touched his shoulder.

“I think you are better looking then him, so keep the disguise.” Nia replied honestly and Harry blushed bright red.

“Plus, your scar.” Her fingers went up to where his scar would be. “ Too noticeable.”

Harry shivered from her touch and he looked down at his shoes. “How long were we asleep?”

Nia shrugged.

Harry asked a passerby Muggle and was shocked to find it was nearly 3 hours later.

“We missed the train! Bugger!” Harry turned to Nia with a frantic look.
“The next train isn’t until tomorrow.”

Nia quirks an eyebrow. “Will this help us at all?” She drew a short wand out of her bag and handed it to him.

Harry’s mouth opened. “You’ve had that the whole time? Do you have a Hippograff stuffed in there too?”

Nia nodded. “Mrs. Malfoy…”

Harry embraced her and squeezed her tight. “You’re wonderful. Absolutely amazing Nia!”

Nia flushed and she looked back at Harry who was hugging her in excitement. “So are you…” She whispered softly.

Nia tentatively pressed a kiss to his lips.

Harry was stunned and he opened his mouth, accepting this small measure of happiness in this dark and vile world. Harry pressed a feeling of betrayal to Ginny from his mind as he kissed her back sweetly.

Nia gasped as Harry’s tongue flicked inside her mouth and she pushed him back. “ We cant.. I’m dangerous to you.”

Harry looked startled and he felt bereft suddenly. “Why?”

“I could hurt you without meaning to. Just trust me Harry Potter.” Nia closed her eyes and turned away from him. Her heart was pounding as she felt Harry open the kiss and she realized that she may not be able to control herself.

Harry looked hurt but he nodded resolved. “Okay. I do trust you Nia, more then anyone right now.”

Harry grabbed her icy fingers and squeezed them hard. “We can apparate with this wand to just outside of Hogwarts. Are you ready to face them?”

Nia nodded to him solemnly. “Yes.”

Harry tucked his arm around her back and pulled her close against him. “ One, two, thr….” They disappeared.



...




Blaise kicked a chair over in the common room. Draco had really pissed him off. What the bloody hell did he mean that Ginny was a mirage? Having her was the best thing that had ever happened to Blaise. She was perfect, sweet and willing.

Blaise sat down into the lounge chair and scratched his head. Draco was loosing it was all. The little Mudblood was tossing his guts out the window. Staring out the window towards the grounds, Blaise saw a flash of something in the darkness.

All the Deatheaters had been issued invitations to assist with the Defected Mudbloods detention. He had better go see what that was. Probably Crabbe hexing Gnomes or something.

Blaise shoved his hands in the pockets of his robe and heading towards the outside.



…



Harry arrived outside of the Forbidden Forest and sighed in relief. Neither him nor Nia had splinched. He was worried that the wand wouldn’t respond to him but it seems to have given him it’s allegiance somewhat. It was very springy and light to carry. It must have been Narcissa’s. She had figured that she wouldn’t need it anymore.


The school was ablaze with lights, figures lurking on the top of the walls, Deatheaters. Nia looked at Harry and pressed her hand to his chest. “ Stay here. Let me find a way in.”

“Hang on; you’ve never been to Hogwarts.” Harry pointed out.

“Yes I have.” Nia grimaced and moved among the trees.

Harry saw her duck around a tree and then suddenly she was gone. He could not make her out anymore. Harry hunkered down to wait for her return. Suddenly worried about her.




...


Blaise Zabini illuminated his wand and headed out towards the Whomping Willow. Ginny had the best mouth; he had EVER had in his life. Gods, the way she made him sweat was unbelievable.

Blaise relaxed, reliving the last time he had buggered her and he waved the wand indulgently. There was nothing out here. Stupid lights, stupid Crabbe.. He should be buried inside her wet moist…. AH!

Suddenly someone wrapped around Blaise’s neck and suddenly he could not breathe. Blaise dropped the wand and tried to pry his neck free. Choking, he slowly felt his oxygen leaving after a minute of struggle and he fell unconscious, into blackness.


...



A few moments later, Nia came back through the trees dragging a student in Deatheaters Robes. Harry was gobsmacked as he realized it was Blaise Zabini.

“Your really scary…. In a good way.” Harry blinked.

Nia nodded. “And lucky… he was patrolling.”

Harry grabbed the robes and then waved his wand. Blaise got rigid and looked Stupefied. Harry hid him behind a bush nearby and covered his face with leaves. "Slimy git."

Harry turned to Nia. “If I can pass for him… I can break the others out.” Harry grinned suddenly.

He felt light hearted, maybe this would all work. With Nia with him, he could do anything. She was amazing, clever, and scary enough to get the job done.

Nia watched him sadly for a moment. “Harry, The other students I heard they are being drugged. I would not expect anything good from this night. You will see things you probably will want to forget.

Harry grimaced and clutched the wand.

“Perhaps, but it will be worth it when Voldemort is dead and gone. With the help of my friends, the final Horocrux can be destroyed and Voldemort will die this time.”

Nia walked ahead of him with a serious expression. “We have to separate. Blaise cant be seen bringing in a new student.”

“What are you going to do?” Harry frowned.

Nia smiled slowly. “I am very good at hiding in plain sight. I will be here if you need me.”





TBC – I know its short, but I will be posting another chapter later.


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