The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 14
The Sacrifice

Stars peeked through the auburn sky and lifted a new light into the room. Ginny Weasley stood, transfixed upon the faces that gave her resentment and horror. Draco Malfoy loomed near to her, wonder upon his face. It was true that she had just tackled a man twice her size and that gave him…..feelings….wonderment. But, then she was a prisoner, and the way she was acting was not to his pleasure or to anyolse’lse’s upon the vicinity. He seized her from the back, and brought her hands to a locked position. He whispered in her ear, as the crowd watched.

She felt his hot heavy breath touch her skin…his strong lengthy arms grab her from behind. A rough muscular feeling that was seizing her from continuing to cheat him of all her natural movements. He spoke softly but forceful. She listened to the sounds of his rapture and song.

“I suggest you suspend this act you are trying to pull my dear.”
It was so short, yet distinctive and meaningful. She knew she ought to not listen to him or to the sounds of his “hot heavy breath” but she knew she had no option. His meaning was so clear and connected to her, that she knew nothing but to obey. She gladly turned around to face his piercing black pupils. She simply smiled.
He knew that he had come to an agreement.

It wasn’t tended on being one, but the sheer look in each other’s eyes insisted on it being as so. He stepped away from her, releasing her arms that he had held tightly in his fists. She watched as he stepped away from her, knowing there had been something that had passed between them. Something she knew not.
Ginny traced her attention from Malfoy to Samantha, who seemed to be staggered by this act of revolutionize. Ginny smiled, concealing her true intolerable stance toward the woman.

Not knowing whether to give way or punish the girl, Samantha continued on her speech; looking over at the insufferable girl every now and again.

Ginny listened as the woman spoke. The men behind her, still guarding the now infamous box; a box Ginny knew could only be something of a weapon. She suspected it to be as much, for she had to be the sacrifice. Who else could it be, but just then she found out.
“Today we will greet the sacrifice, a woman who will end all our suffering. She will be the bringer of life, she is the heir to the man we know as Voldemort.”
Shocked and terrified, Ginny looked around. There was a silent hush among the room. Malfoy watched Ginny as her look went from contentment to concern. He was a sick man that rivaled only in her suffering. He loved it.
Ginny watched on in exasperated looks, wondering what this could mean to the muggle and wizard society. There would be panic, and rampage. What powers had this woman gained? Was she as powerful the one and only Voldemort…what was to become of this?

She watched as Samantha stepped aside to reveal the box that had been sitting on the floor for quite some time. The dark wizards unlatched the box as it flailed open. A magical green glow was shining through the top making it almost invisible to the naked eye. Ginny then saw it…a woman, a very beautiful woman indeed was standing before them. A muggle woman, for she was wearing muggle clothes. This confused Ginny ever so much, for this couldn’t have been Voldemort’s heir…this was impossible, and she couldn’t possible implore that the woman standing before her had any relation with the muggle hater. She was wrong.

“Thomanoman before you is the right lawful heir of Voldemort. Don’t let her fool you….she was brought up as a mudblood, but only for her own protection.” Ginny was surprised that the whole lot of dark wizards bowed their heads in approval. The woman; from what Ginny could tell, looked completely terrified. She had absolutely no idea where she was or why she was there. Horror pronounced her face.
“A life of wealth and power she will give to us. Bow down to yours truly the heir of Voldemort, Michele Donahue.
~~~

Seamus Finnigan woke early Saturday morning to a lovely brown haired woman sleeping to his right; his fiancé Parvati Patil. It was true yes, that he had been engaged to the lovely looker. She was in fact just as lovely as she had been when they were kids. And all this time, he never thought in his right mind that he would be her fiancé eight years later. He was now nearly 26 of age, and had been thwarted one of the luckiest men in all of London. He loved the feeling of being the popular one, when in fact never in his whole life had he seen himself as in the spotlight. He knew it only to be true due to his beautiful future wife, but all the same…he still was one of the few who were asked to give interviews.

He was now working for the Ministry with Dean and Neville, and had loved his life. He didn’t have close to the amount of wealth and power as his other half did, but he had felt he could live with her being the breadwinner so to speak.

He heard a small stiffing yawn and knew that Parvati was moments from awakening. He looked over at her, her lovely eyes fluttering amongst the pale skin of her eyelids. She had slept nearly nine hours (more than she normally was accustomed to). Parvati stirred to a wake position, turned her head to look at the worried look upon her husband to be.

“Morning,” she spoke with a soft voice.

“Almost afternoon…. you have almost slept all morning.” His lips curled into a smile.

She covered her eyes in her hands embarrassed. Parvati wasn’t the type of woman to sleep longer than eight hours of sleep. She loved enjoying her morning to a cup ‘o tea. But, due to the past nights events, she was subdued to a morning full of sleep.

The previous night had been a disturbing one, for Hermione had ran out of the party, leaving the date Parvati had arranged for her to meet. Soon after this, Harry had vanished. They had looked for hours only to find Patricia quite alone and angry. After and hour of looking, Parvati had suspected that they were together, she assumed that Harry had run after Hermione to see what had been the problem. He always knew when something was troubling her, and if Parvati or Ron couldn’t figure out the problem, Harry was more than likely to seize and desist her suffering. It was one of Harry’s good traits that Parvati loved. However, when Patricia had found this information out, she wasn’t at all pleased, and had left the party in a rage of hate and blunder.

Many people had tried to stop her, but Patricia wouldn’t have it. Whenever someone had tried to use force against her…she merely pushed him or her off and they had went flying into a wall or bookcase. Stunned by the power she now possessed there was a wave of furry, and others then fled.

Parvati suspected that the Daily Prophet would have a field day when they got word of Patricia’s behavior. It certainly was a rumor filled night. Two of the most powerful wizards gone…and perhaps together, and then a woman (who was supposedly supposed to be in Ministry care) goes into a rant and rampage, and then banishes. It certainly wasn’t looking good for the Ministry.


It was only when Seamus and Parvati had arrived at her flat that they had heard muffled voices in Hermione’s room. Tempted, Parvati had wanted to disrupt them and tell them what had occurred, but had thought against the idea.

Parvati, who was lost in thought, had finally snapped out of her daydream and back into reality. She looked at her handsome lover…he was smiling at her.

“What? Do I have something on my face,” she smiled wiping her mouth.

“You will in a moment,” and he planted his lips upon hers.

~~~
Hermione lay in bed waking up to the sunlight that touched her face. She could tell that she had slept longer than anticipated. She knew that she should get up but was feeling dreadful that if she did, Harry would be gone. She could sense that he was in fact gone, she felt around the room for a body...there was none. She opened her eyes slowly. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, bent down.

\"Whatcha doing,\" she heard herself say.

\"Getting dressed, going to go out for a run, what to come?\"

She shook her head, \"me and running don\'t mesh.\" Harry gave a snort. He moved up towards the bed and kissed her head on the fore head.

\"See you at breakfast then?\" she smiled and agreed.
She watched as Harry left the room, she suddenly felt at piece. Their relationship was suddenly at a new level of intimacy she never thought was possible. A loving caring intimacy, it was still very strange to her.
Hermione sat up, pulling the sheets up around her like a squaw, and heaved a mighty sigh. She stretched and slid off the bed, enjoying the feeling of the morning sun warm on her bare skin. She stood up and let the sheet fall away, picking up Harry\'s robe again and wrapping it around herself. She brought the robe to her nose and sniffed, she could smell his scent which brought a great feeling to the air.
Knowing that it was Saturday and that she didn’t really have much to do today Hermione got dressed in her work out clothes, whether she was going to work out in them was a different story. She took her time to get ready; Harry wouldn’t be back for at least for a half an hour. She took a step out onto the balcony. The heat felt so sweet against her skin. She found herself sitting in the chair enjoying the peace. When she felt she had enough sun, she headed down to breakfast to see a whole table of wide eyed faces.
These faces she didn’t expect…she didn’t expect them to be grinning either. It was Fred, George, and Ginny accompanied by her roommate and her fiancé. They were all looking at Hermione with great interest. Puzzled, Hermione turned around to find Harry with a towel wrapped around his neck….looking just as confused from their audience; Harry walked over to the counter and grabbed a piece of bread that had just been toasted. He put in his mouth…still looking at Hermione with a quizzical look. Finally, Fred was the first to speak.
“So…I heard that you two had sex last night. How was it mate?” Hermione almost collapsed, Harry spit out his bread coughing.
~~
Michele looked around. For the past five days she had been imprisoned in some type of metal cell in a room that occupied a woman. Michele looked around for this woman, but couldn’t place her with a million men and woman staring back at her. For some reason they were all wearing cloaks in dark colors. “Was this a rally” she thought.
She had no idea why anyone in their right mind would dress up in a cloak, unless it was Halloween or something. Were they trying to make a point of some kind, and why was she being trapped in a box? It seemed very odd indeed and the atmosphere was completely unnerving.
In front of her was a woman in the same type of clothing as the rest…except unlike the rest of her friends, she was tied up. This confused Michele, never in her life had she had more questions roaming around in her mind all at once. Why was this woman tied up in chains, why were people looking at her, and who in hell’s name was Voldemort. The woman to Michele’s life kept referring her to “the heir of voldemort” which didn’t make any sense, because Michele had never heard of this “voldemort” whoever in bloody hell he was. She looked to her right. Men where helping hut out of this box; which had stopped growing green. She didn’t even want to ask questions as to what that was all about. She was worried and confused. She felt her brain were to explode because of all the questions she was forming in her brain.
The woman peered down at her, and then did something that became as a complete shock. She bowed. Bowed? Now why keep a person chained up for a million hours and then bow down to them. It was unnerving to what they were on about. She looked around. The woman in front of her wasn’t the only crazy person in the joint. It was all of them. Except the woman tied up…she was peering up and Micheleh anh animosity and hatred. She wondered what on earth Michele could have done to hurt her. Maybe she was rescued by these “freak show” lot and the woman in chains was the one that attacked her with that shiny object. No….that was absurd, or was it?
She had remembered how she was captured. She had touched some sort of metal object and then the next moment she was transported to her cell. Nothing made sense and she wanted to know what was going on…and now. She finally spoke.
“What is going on here, you all are crazy.” There was a shudder along the room. And only a small hand rose above the crowd, a woman appeared. Michele looked up, still intimidated by her surroundings.
“Who are you…?” Michele said silently. The woman spoke; it was a raspy terrifying voice that gave shivers up and down Michele’s spin.
“The name is Claire Lestrange.”
~~
Why was it that the whole kitchen vicinity was moving in on Hermione? She could feel the tension in the room building in on her. Blank faces of questions stared straight at her, looking for an answer. She heard herself mutter “uh”; which seemed like an applicable answer at the moment. She moved her eyes warningly, which ended up at Harry, whose face also represented the deer in the headlight look. He stuttered, opening his mouth and closing it back a few times before speaking.looklooked to be figuring out how to word his speech. He finally spoke, Hermione directed her attention to her friends.
“What are you on about Fred,” said Harry laughing indistinctively, while looking jokingly at the others. Unlike before, he didn’t look guilty.
“Well what else are we supposed to think? You leave your godfather’s party, and the next time we see you, you are leaving Hermione’s bedroom!”
Harry started to smile again. “We were just talking! Can’t best friends hang out together and talk? I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that?”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” said Ginny, for the first time. Harry looked down at her.
“It’s just too bad, you two need to shag and get it over with.” George finally spoke.

Hermione gasped in horror. “Why do you think that?” she asked. She didn’t want to make it obvious. Having them thinking it was disgusting to have Harry touch her in her dark places.
“Let’s see, there is obvious a lot of sexual tension between the two of you, and everyone knows you just want to shag the hell out of each other. You may be “best friends” as you say Harry…but you still wanna do it on this table.” The rest of the breakfast table company was now cracking up.
“You’re off your rocker,” said Harry…who was now joining in on the bashing sex talk.
“Show us then?” George and Fred said simultaneously.
“What!” Harry and Hermione both said at the same time, aghast.
“Show us,” Ginny said adding on.
The shocked expressions on both Hermione and Harry’s face, made them laugh harder.
“I don’t think they meant for you to get it on, on our breakfast. They meant for you too to kiss…see if we see any sparks.” Parvati said for the first time that morning.
Their expressions of shock were still upon their faces. Hermione was the first to make her move. Harry followed her leave.
“Fine, you want proof! Then here you have it.” She stepped closer to Harry, who also moved closer to his. She quickly took his head in her hands and kissed him thoroughly. He slipped some tongue in…which he shouldn’t have done, for she was enjoying it too much. They broke apart. Harry quickly stepped away feeling uneasy from the kiss, which he enjoyed scrupulously.
Their audience looked enlightened.
“Oh…right, you don’t have any sexual tension between the two of you.” Fred finally said with a hint of a sarcastic tone in his voice.
Hermione simply smiled and walked closer to the table and patted Fred on the head. “You are a goof ball friend.” This seemed to settle the conversation and she expected it to shut them up. It didn’t work. Throughout breakfast, Fred and George kept making comments to them.
Hermione was used to this behavior, even though they were making fun of Harry and herself during this eating break, Hermione enjoyed their company; which in fact she received regularly.
The Weasley’s; especially Fred and George were in her kitchen or her flat on a regularly basis, due to them being bored with their home life. They were living in their own flat near Diagon Alley, but chose to eat at Hermione’s and Parvati’s. They had argued over and over that it was more “enjoyable there”, which in Fred and George language meant. “We love to tease you, its more enjoyable.”
It wasn’t that big of a deal to her; she had even offered them a stay at the place, since it was rather big. But they had refused over and over again. They didn’t want to be stuck in a flat with two women, although deep down Hermione knew they were lying. She didn’t know the “real” reason, but figured it had to do with something important. Hermione erased this thought out of her mind and focused on the future.
“So, what are you two doing today?” she said looking at the twins, who were eating their eggs rather quickly.
gingging around you of course,” George said.
“So what are we doing today?” added Fred.
Hermione looked at them with a shocked expression for the second time this morning. “Um…well…” she didn’t know what to say.”
“Calm down woman….we aren’t spending time with you. I swear it is so fun to tease you, you are so gullible.” Hermione shot them a look of death.
“No, we have some plans of ourselves. We have to meet a business opportunity!” They said with an excited expression.
“A business opportunity?” Hermione repeated.
“Is that what you call all your clients, a business opportunity?” Why don’t you refer them to a future cliental, or something of that nature?” They looked at Hermione with exasperated looks; which gave her the idea she should back down.
She still liked to put herut, ut, rather they would take it was a different story, but so fat they were doing rather well. Fred and George ran their own joke shop down in Diagon Alley, among several other places. They had stores in Brazil, Africa, Egypt, and the Americas among with several other prosperous locations. Their main offices were in London which gave them more time with their friends and family; Hermione suspected that she saw them more than their parents however.
“Well…we are hoping that he will be a client. He’s a very “special” customer. If you know what I mean.” Fred said this as he moved his fore finger and his thumb together to represent money. Hermione and the rest of the table laughed.
Harry watched her talk to the twins. He still couldn’t believe that after all this time he was with her, yet he still needed to keep a close eye on everyone else in the room. They already suspected something, and he didn’t want to give them the benefit of the doubt, that they actually were right in there accusations. Her laugh still ringing in his ears, he watched soulfully until he noticed that there was warm food under his chin. The smells were tantalizing his nostrils; he picked up his fork and began to eat, still listening to the sounds of her voice.
~~
Ronald Weasley woke up Saturday morning with a fresh scent of a woman’s skin. He looked over to his left to see a beauty, a brown haired woman who slept peacefully at his side; Melissa Stone his co-worker. She was a lovely shade of tan. Her body warm at his side, she was more gorgeous than anyone he could compare to. He wandered her body with his eyes and remembered the previous night, which had been a strange one for the two of them.
They had arrived at Sirius’s party to only leave thirty minutes later. Harry had made another spectacle of himself, as Melissa clearly pointed out, and she had wanted to leave. Ron suspected this as weird, but like before, his brain wasn’t turned on the “on” position. His lower half spoke to him more, and that was what he wanted to go with at that precise moment.
Ron wondered where he had run off to. It was suspicious that Hermione was also no longer in view, but the two missing instances couldn’t have been related? Could they? He wondered this for a moment, when a loud stretching sound clouded his mind. It was Melissa, she was stirring. She smiled as her eyes peered open and looked into his eyes. He smiled back and placed his hand on her messy hair.
“Sleep well,” he asked.
“Yes, very well…thank you.”
He smiled lovingly and whipped her bangs out of her eyes. She suddenly shot up, looking bewildered.
Shocked Ron shot up as well. “I…I need to get going,” she said quickly getting out of the bed.” Ron shot her a quizzical look.
“What? Where are you going? It’s Saturday!” Ron said trying bringing her back to the bed. She didn’t notice his intention, for she was already heading out the door. Ron hurriedly through a robe around his body.
“What is the meaning of this Melissa.” Ron shout after her, with a worried expression. She violently turned around to see him.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. I’m meeting someone, and I’m probably running late as it is. I’ll be back, I promise.” she shot a look to Ron with apologized eyes. She quickly ran over to him and plotted a kiss on his face while squeezing in a hug before she took off out the front door.
~~
Michele watched as the woman came forth. Claire was her name and she seemed like a pleasant person. Claire moved closer to the woman who would become her master. She knelt, as the rest followed suit. Confused; Michele squinted her eyes in frustration. What did this all mean? Why were these people kneeling to her as if she were someone important? This was all very odd to Michele, who never in her life had anyone “bow” to her. She wasn’t going to complain though. She had asked for adventures in her dreams, and now she was living one. Suddenly for the first time in a couple of weeks, she gave a pleased smile.
As the group lifted their chins to watch the woman, they saw that she was grinning and they then began to step out of the bow to a standstill, now pleased with them own selves. Claire looked at the woman and began to feel honor and duty. This was the woman who would change everything.
“I would be obliged madam if I could assist you in your further training? My husband and I are excellent teachers and would be honored.”
Michele didn’t know what this “training” consisted on, but it was better than staying at her foster parent’s house being lectured every ten seconds. She gladly shook her head “yes, I would be happy for you to help me”. This pleased the woman in front of her who was now grinning very broadly. Suddenly there was another cold voice. It was coming from the back of the room.
“She will be coming with me for now.” The voice said, although Michele could still not see the person that was saying this. She looked around, when finally the woman appeared. She too was wearing a dark cloak. Her hair was dark brown and lingered on her shoulders. She was a very pretty woman, but the unhappy smile upon her face made her look cynical. There was another sound as the woman moved her way towards Michele.
“You are despicable. You make me sick.” The voice was coming for the girl chained to the floor. She was looking up at the new comer with out most hatred and animosity.
“Well isn’t it the lovely Ms. Weasley.” the woman bent down to the chained prisoner and spat on her.
This angered the girl and she tried to move, but the chains were stopping her. The black cloaked woman simply made her way back to full height and laughed at the girl. A man (that had been standing there since Michele’s arrival) quietly strode over to the chained victim, whispered something in her ear and went back to his original spot. Michele looked back to the woman who was standing in front of her. She had a hand raised, to insinuate a handshake. Michele looked at it.
“The name is Teresa Cornwall; it’s nice to finally meet you Michele.”
Michele raised her eyes to the woman called Teresa, she smiled. The woman in front of her was a verettyetty girl and seemed older than she looked. Michele was very confused by now. This woman clearly looked like the one in control, but then so did the woman to her left.
“Who is in control here,” Michele softly said approaching the lady.
The two women looked at each other and grinned, and then pointed to the man Michele had originally seen talking to the chained prisoner. He lifted his chin up to great her eyes. He was a very handsome young man with piercing eyes that gave Michele a small chill of excitement. He was also wearing a black cloak and was now directing his attention to her.
He smiled and walked over to her. He grabbed her hand and kissed it slowly.
“Madam Donahue, welcome to The Ring.” He slowly raised himself to eye level.
“The Ring?” she asked with a quizzical look.
He stared at the naïve woman in front of her and grinned.