The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 16
The Capture

Harry Potter stepped into his office, his office in shambles, papers pilled everywhere along with many amounts of books and lectures; all with the same topic in common, “The Power of Nomrah.” He knew that his thoughts were directed to one thing and that was Nomrah. But what would he do now, when the one person who was inflicted with the curse was gone missing? It was his stupid fault that she had ran off, his pride to rid his life of happiness. It was his fault that he ran out after Hermione instead of staying to his responsibilities. He knew that thinking this way was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He brought too many responsibilities upon himself and these were the consequences.

He was starting a new life with a wonderful woman, a life he knew where he wanted it to end. But, he would have to first finish and end this chapter in his life before he could finish his own book. He needed to figure out first where Patricia had disappeared to, and then find those who bestowed The Power of Nomrah onto her. Find these people and force them to undo the Nomrah curse. That was the only way. There was no information as to where it had happened or who was there. He was at the bottom at finding any information and was losing his mind over it. This wasn’t why he had joined the squad. He had joined so that he could somehow make a difference in people’s lives. Not destroy them.

Harry scratched the top of his head in frustration, crumpling his already disheveled hair. He looked around his office, and picked up a piece of parchment. It read.

“We six grant thee Nomrah.”

Harry remembered what this was from. Ron had given it to him on the day they had found out about Patricia. It seemed ages ago, yet it had only been a couple of weeks. How so much had changed since that day. Harry had found out that the course Nomrah actually existed. That Hermione was being tortured by non other than Severus Snape, Harry’s old Hogwarts professor, and that Hermione actually cared for Harry and that he cared for her. He still couldn’t believe all that had just happened in fourteen days time. Hermione was the only savor he had left. He loved coming home to her (for he’d rather go home to her, than his empty flat); the sweet smells of her witches’ potion that she wore; the scent of jasmine. How beautiful it made her look and smell.

His clothes were now drenched in tostrostril bliss, and he somehow enjoyed the woman’s cologne. It was a good feeling, yet a feeling that should be kept secret. Although, they had acknowledged each other’s feelings for one another, they still felt it would be easier now that only the two of them knew about their relationship. It would surely be a ciaos if anyone else knew. Harry tried not to imagine what Fred and George would do if they caught ear of the new found romance. It would be in the Daily Prophet quicker than you could say dungbomb. The thought of Harry’s face along side Hermione’s in the paper with the title listed “Bachelor no more; Harry Potter marries Hermione Granger” The Daily Prophet was renowned for its “false advertisement” and Harry assumed his love life would be no exception.

~~

Saturday’s morning dew was more than a breath fresh of air, it was a feeling of complete control; a lovely scent that filled the air with openness and futility. Hermione Ann Granger smiled as she stepped out onto her front porch. Her morning filled with a personal venture. The assignment of finding out how and why Miranda Goshawk knew about The Power of Nomrah, and how exactly she knew what to write about. The Power of Nomrah after all was a new curse and no one, except those who worked for the Department of Sorcery knew what it was. The Power of Nomrah was a very powerful curse that changed a person’s aura. The spell that could change the noblest witch or wizard into one of the most feared member of society. It would make Voldemort look like a walk in the park.

Hermione didn’t think that her venture would get her far, but she knew that it might cause some ripple in the current of malevolence. She really didn’t think that Miranda was evil per say, but she may have contacts who might have know something. Miranda after all was the writer and author of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry spell books. She couldn’t be all that….or….or could she? The idea that such an important member of society was directly coinciding with evil was just preposterous. The truth sure would be discovered today, Hermione would find out what exactly was going on. The complete and utter truth would be lifted into the air.

The sky’s clouds parted and created a warm heat upon her bare shoulders; her tank top shining in the sun. Hermione knew about the day’s weather and figured getting some sun on herself wouldn’t be bad, since she was whiter than a white tiger. She loved the warmth upon her skin and was baking in it. When she arrived in Diagon Alley she stepped into that same book store that she had found Miranda’s book in; Books and Magical Knickknacks. As she stepped into the store, she heard a small bell go off to announce her presence. Hermione sighed and walked over to the cashier counter; it was empty. Hermione looked around suspiciously unknown of what to do. She knocked on the counter hoping to expect an immediate appearance from the clerk. But, to her surprise no one came. She knocked again, even louder this time around…and this time a small man came with a loud “pop”. He was a short, an overly large man; his bald head sparkling in the light from the windows.

“How may I help you,” the clerk said with a squeaky voice.

“Yes, I bought a book here last week, Casual Magical Readings, and I need to find out some information on the author.” Hermione’s voice stayed still. She didn’t know exactly if he was going to give her the information, but it was worth a try.

The man smiled, and then looked at her curiously. “Are you Hermione Granger,” the small cashier asked.

“Y…yes, I am.” Hermione said smiling. Maybe it wasn’t going to be that hard. She would have to play the celebrity card.

The man’s smile widened even broader. “Oh…my, my….” The man said laughing ridiculously. “Ha-ha, never in my adult life did I ever think I would meet you, and now look you are here…ha!” screamed the man.

It certainly would have been larilarious sight if it hadn’t been for the seriousness of her visit. Hermione plainly smiled ignoring the ecstatic man.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you sir, but I really need to find out some information. Is there anyway you can help me?” Hermione was starting to get frustrated. She really didn’t have time to stall. By the time the man started laughing, it might have been too late, and Hermione didn’t have time to waist.

Catching for his breath, the cashier grabbed his chest and smiled at his celebrity customer. “I am so sorry Ms. Granger, I apologize. I would gladly be appreciated to help the lovely hero.” The man smiled and Hermione knew that this was going to be a piece of pie.

“Gladly appreciated sir,” Hermione responded with kindness. “Now, this Miranda Goshawk …is there any personal information you can give me about her, and address or office address?” Hermione said smiling hopefully.

“Uh….the lovely Goshawk?” the man said hesitantly. Hermione noticed his uneasiness and realized that maybe it wasn’t going to be as simple as she thought.

“It’s just that….Mrs. Goshawk is a very powerful client and her location is kept very secretive….I’m really not suppose t…”

Hermione pulled herself closer to the counter. “Oh come on, I’ll make sure that your store will be more popular than Flourish and Blotts!” This seemed to have been the magic words, for the man’s eyes perked up from his desk and he bean to grin even broader than before. Hermione smiled at this.

“Okay…well, just because it is you…Ms. Granger.”

“Perfect!” Hermione glimmered.

The man grabbed a small piece of parchment from behind the desk jotted down a few lines of words. Within seconds he handed over the scratched down note over to her. Hermione smiled and thanked the man. When she reached the busy streets of Diagon Alley she glanced down at the note. It was exactly what she was looking for, the address of Miranda Goshawk.

~~

The feeling of divine silken sheets swam through her fingers like cool ocean water, the coldness cleansing throughout her body, like an exquisite fresh moonlight chill. The relaxation bending her body to it’s every will. Until, the water starts to motion her to and fro, waves pilling onto her in a fiery wave, when suddenly water is splashed onto her face in a violent rage.

“Get up, we have work to do.” cried an angry voice; the voice unfamiliar, but at the same time proverbial. Patricia Standling awoke entangled in maroon colored silk bed sheets, a four poster bed encircling her.

A woman stood nearly feet above her, with a face of utter anger. It was the woman Patricia had just seen the night before. The woman who had applauded, and thanked her for the lovely show; Patricia didn’t know this woman, but this strange woman had known her and had taken her under her wing, giving her a place to stay. This didn’t quite frighten Patricia, nor did she question who this being was. For some odd reason, Patricia felt “connected” to her in someway. A feeling of closeness, but she wasn’t understanding why.

“Where are we going,” Patricia yelled back at the woman as she shot out of her covers, to reveal her bare body. Shocked by her nakedness, Patricia grabbed for the bed sheet, but was shocked when it was taken from her.

“You are under my roof, and you will do as I say. Is that understood Patricia?” Patricia knew that she wasn’t a prisoner, she had came her out of her own free will, but she also felt a sort of strain on her captivity that she should obey the brown haired lady, who demanded so much out of her. Patricia did as she was asked and nodded, while placing her legs over the bed to reveal a damp shivering feeling to her naked feet.

Patricia was then brought to a standstill by what looked like a maid. The maid wrapped Patricia in a cotton lined towel and dressed her. Patricia was very confused and didn’t know what to think. Go with the flow, or ask questions. By the look on the demanding brown haired woman, she decided against on asking questions.

“Now, Patricia….this is my home, and you will obey the rules of the mansion. There is no wondering about, no asking questions, you do as I ask, and when I ask it. Is that understood?” Asked the woman with an utmost stern glance; Patricia shook her head in or. or.

“Now, when you have finished with your duties, I will ask that you join me so that you may see what is to become of your future.” The woman’s straight forwardness was definitely something knew to Patricia, but she still didn’t mind. Patricia gave her a quizzical look.

“Yes,” the woman said shooting her a look of death.

“I do not understand, am I a prisoner?” The question sounded even stupider out loud. Immediately Patricia shook her head in a dim-witted response to her own question.

The woman let out a horrible laugh, “Ha-ha, dear you are not a prisoner, you are my guest, but there are rules that must be followed. Now get dressed and the maid will show you down to the front lobby where I will be meeting you. Now don’t doodle.” And with her exited pronouncement the woman had disappeared with a “pop”.

~~

“This will go unnoticed Harry, and the press with have a field day when they find out what has happened to Patricia Standling. Do you hear me…A FIELD DAY!!”

Mathew Morrison spat as his eyelids fluttered. Harry frowned as the man rushed into his office, sputtering off a thousand words every minute. The man was a complete mess as usual. He was a co-worker of Harry’s and was always around the offices complaining, worrying and divulging himself in useless cases. He was a man of fret and spent his entire life’s work making everyone lose sleep just as much as he did. The man was a complete disaster.

“Calm down man,” Harry spat back trying to calm down the bloke, which wasn’t an easy task. He certainly wasn’t the easiest agents to control.

Mathew Morrison worked in the Department of Investigational Activities, for the Defense Team. Harry hated working so close to the man. Harry wasn’t in charge of him, and pitied the bloke who had to. He certainly wasn’t an easy task. Harry tried to calm the man down, but was unsuccessful in his attempt.

“This is going to be an uproar, the public will want to know more than where she has run off to. Harry they will be asking what The Power of Nomrah is about. And hell if I’m gonna tell. The General is going to have my ass for this one, I can tell you that h...” Harry cut off the man; he was giving him a huge headache.

“Mathew, give it a rest!” Harry yelled at the man, forcing him into a nearby chair. This stopped the ranting from the tall skinny man. He sat stiffly, though with a scared expression on his face. He neither looked demanding or controlling anymore, the look of fear was now upon his face. Harry might have not been his superior but, Harry’s image was still threatening. Harry knew this, and sometime used this to his advantage.

“If you are going to panic like that, I don’t want to see you. It isn’t going to help me find out where Patricia is. Now, I suggest you go see your superior and have him give you instructions of what to do. I have no power over you and am not going to hear you rant out on me. Is that clear Morrison?”

The man shook his head vigorously and stood up feveriously and strode out of the room rather quickly. Harry sighed and placed himself in his desk chair when he heard a knock on his door. Harry looked up to see a familiar face.

“What the bloody hell is going on here,” the voice said. “It’s a bloody circus.” Ronald Weasley was flushed with confusion. Harry simply let out an exasperated smile.

~~

The streets of Diagon Alley were filled with bustles of shoppers, children begging at the shop windows while millions of owls soured the streets. Hermione walked quickly ignoring the stares of passerby’s. She had a destination and she didn’t want to be distracted with the wizard community. She ignored them and kept up the pace of her walk. She periodically looked at the address that was scratched down on the piece of paper.

The address was very sketchy and she didn’t really have any idea where she was going. But, she knew that she would find it eventually. She turned a corner into Tampshire Walk, when she finally reached a residency. The road was accompanied by multiple of apartment complexes that sat above the busy street. The area was very peaceful and Hermione smiled when she entered the area. Little children played in the streets, and mothers sat on their porches watching them, casually talking to their neighbors. This was a perfect place to raise a family Hermione thought to herself. She didn’t’ think someone that was evil would pick such a place to live, but then she never thought that Snape would stoup as so low as to rape her. People were funny that way. She chuckled at the funny but morbid thought and continued on her search.

She was looking for Flat 257 and she was only at 145. This certainly would be a day for her to exercise, something that Hermione didn’t pride herself on doing. She sighed and continued, still ignoring the publics looks. She really didn’t want to be rude, but when Hermione set on doing something…she did it. She didn’t doodle or postpone the inevitable. She was a very determined person and always did what she desired to. She got Harry didn’t she? Not that, that was planned or anything. That surely was unexpected and she didn’t think she could have ever planned that wonderful happening. She was so happy that they were now an item, that is why she was doing this. She had to make sure they could be together, and the thought of Patricia roaming around and how she could ruin their relationship was just horrible. Harry would be hers and they would be happy, no matter what she had to do, they would end up together and Patricia would be out of their lives.

She was tired of the run around and needed to find answers and needed to find out who was out there, what the Power of Nomrah exactly was, how she was going to destroy the spell and finally be with Harry forever. She knew this would take awhile, but she was now on a quest to keep her man. And dammit if anyone was going to stop her. Not even Severus Snape could cease her from completing her mission. No one would.

~~

Harry explained to Ron about what was going on in the Department and what had happened to Patricia. Ron’s expression was just what Harry had expected. Complete utter shock. The realization that their most important clue had ran off on a tangent and was now nowhere to be seen was just horrific. The whole idea that such a dangerous person was now let out on the free into the wizarding world was ghastly. Ron thought about this and pinched his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose in frustration. This was horrible; there wasn’t any other way to describe the event.

“Well…you were with her last! Where did you bloody go, when you ran out of the party?” Ron said now rounding on Harry. Harry looked at his friend and co-worker. His face for some reason was now feeling extremely hot. Harry stuttered with he tried to answer Ron.

“Wha….well I went to…no, that isn’t the problem. Don’t blame this on me. Are you blaming this on me! I am your superior and if you think I had anything to do with her running off, you have something else coming to you.” Harry spat at Ron, trying to hide the truth.

“Calm down there mate. I wasn’t intending anything on the sort. What’s wrong with you? Are you okay, you look….” Ron said trying to calm his friend down.

“I’m fine…..fine, come on we need to go down to the general for a debriefing.” Harry said standing up and rushing past Ron.

Ron followed his friend but had the funniest distinction that Harry had more on his mind. He seemed flushed and he didn’t seem to be himself. Was he hiding something from Ron? The thought of Harry keeping something from Harry didn’t sound exactly factual. Harry had told Ron everything since they were kids. He even came to him of the day he lost his virginity. The scoundrel was so happy and excited that he finally got his swanker touched. Ron smiled thinking about the memory.

Ron saw Harry rush down to the Gryffindor Common Room, his face lit like a thousand candles. The image of him was hilarious. His mouth was wider than a monkey’s ass and the thought of Harry actually bursting with happiness was just codswallop. Harry had been so down this whole year, and Ron nor Hermione had ever seen him this excited. At least not this year! It was his sixth year and the rumors of Voldemort back were now open and true and now everyone was in a panic. The Hogwarts castle moods were very solemn and not very joyfull. Ron watched as Harry sat next to him. Harry looked over at the two of them, Ron stifled a smile and shoed Hermione away as if he had known what Harry was about to tell him. Hermione snorted a sound of disgust and headed off towards another desk while Ron scooted closer to Harry.

“So…what happened,” he said wondering what exactly was up with his friend.

Harry bust out with excitement.

“It happened!” he said almost instantly. His green eyes peering at his friend in excitement. “Last night. It was incredible.”

“What? Are you serious! With who?” Ron knew that Harry hadn’t been dating anyone at the moment, so he couldn’t think of anyone straight away.

Harry blushed and had looked away. Ron started to worry.

“No…no you didn’t. Harry…that’s, that’s disgusting,” Ron heard himself say. “Not with my sister, Harry…that’s really gross.”

Harry blushed again, as Ron hit him in the shoulder.

Coming back to reality, Ron smiled amongst himself at the thought. Now, years later he was glad that it was his sister, and not some hoar he had picked up. Before Ron knew it he and Harry had reached the Generals office. They could hear yelling outside the door, and Ron felt the need to turn back, but Harry caught the collar of his shirt.

“If I’m going into the line of fire, you are coming with me.” Harry scowled.

Ron shrugged in defeat and followed Harry in pursuit.

~~

Hermione casually looked up from door to door until she reached the flat of Miranda Goshawk. The front door was painted a sunny color of yellow as was the rest of the house. Hermione was skeptical. What was she doing? This was stupid. When she reached the front door, she now found herself asking herself it was a good idea. This is how she got into dumb predicaments. She needed to go through with it though, that was the only way she would be able to find out any information. She rocked back and forth on her feet wondering if she should knock or go back home to her pathetic life. She proceeded onto her plan, she brought her hand out with intentions on knocking, but her hand was drawn back by a strong muscular arm.
Alarmed, Hermione swiftly turned her body to the stranger, except it wasn’t a stranger. It was the stubborn face of her lover; Harry Potter.

“What are you doing here Hermione Ann Granger?” Harry said, his stern voice strong and clear.

“Don’t yell at me, and don’t call me by my middle name. I am saving our arses, that’s what I’m doing.”

“Hermione, you shouldn’t take problems into your own hands. You could get hurt.” Harry said his face now filled with worry.

Hermione was glad that he was concerned about her but she could take care of herself, she had proved that to him and others multiple of times before, just because she didn’t work in the dark arts anymore didn’t mean she couldn’t still do it. She gave a frown.

“Don’t treat me like a child Harry Potter. I can take care of myself. Now how many times have I actually saved your arse? You d bed be lifeless if it wasn’t for me. Now don’t you shake your head at me! You know perfectly well that I am right.”

He hated to admit it, but the woman had a point. Being a man, he didn’t want to admit it. “I just want to make sure you are safe, whether you have saved my arse on more than one occasion, you have still been out of the game for awhile and it is very dangerous Hermione. I don’t know what I would do if I were to loose you. I am just watching out for you.

Hermione sighed; she couldn’t stay mad at him for long. He looked so cute with his sincerity, that it made her smile. “I know…but I really can stand up for myself. I just want us to be together.”

Harry smiled, he knew she meant well and it was hard to stay mad at her, when she was looking so good. He walked up close to her and held her smiling into her hair.

“How did you find out I was here anyway?” she asked him immediately, as they hugged in a tight embrace.

Harry pulled away from her, and sighed.

“Well I had a debriefing with my boss this afternoon and he had found out some information and he had found that book you found also. He directly sent me here to investigate; I apparated as soon as I could.”

Apparated! Duh, she was so dumb when it came to simple things. Why hadn’t she apparated instead of walking all those miles just to get to her destination? She slapped herself on the head.

“What did you do that for,” Harry yelled out after her.

“Uh….nothing, well don’t you think we should go in.” Hermione said anxiously. She didn’t want to waste anymore time then she needed to.

“No need,” said the woman behind Hermione. Hermione swiftly turned back around; to face a very attractive woman. Hermione suspected her to be the infamous Miranda Gowshak.

~~

The meeting with The General certainly had not benefited Ron in anyway. Harry was the head guy and ended up going on the “special” assignments, which sometimes bothered Ron a bit. He didn’t have as much experience as Harry, but felt he could also benefit with the search just as much. Ron was feeling rather left out today and tried to not show it, but was being unsuccessful. Sirius had already talked to him about his attitude and had asked him what was wrong.

“Are you okay,” Sirius had said.

“Yeah I’m fine,” He had said lying and had walked in the opposite direction.

Ron had ignored his imprecations that something actually was the matter. Which it was, but Ron had ignored the thought. He didn’t need pity from anyone and wanted to “solve” his problems on his own. His Saturday certainly wasn’t going as he had planned when he had awoke up this morning. He had expected to have a relaxing Saturday with the woman he cared for and to bask in the sun all afternoon, but that certainly was not what had happened.

The woman had suddenly jumped out of his bed and had left to go somewhere else. Wherever the hell that was, Ron had no clue. The woman surely was a question mark. Ron never expected any woman to be this difficult to control. Sure, women were always hard to keep still and to figure out; but, this woman different. She seemed to have a million things going on in her mind and Ron wanted to help, but felt the need to keep his distance. He didn’t want to drive her away from his “nagging behavior” to help. She had barely let him in; he didn’t want to ruin that, just because he was having “doubts” about her.

Ron suddenly was starting to feel like a woman. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was it her that had left that morning? Wasn’t it always the male that left and not the female. Was he the female in their relationship? The bitch that got stuck home moping and wondering where her other half was ever minute of the each waking hour. Wondering where they where, if they were trustworthy or where the relationship was going.

Ron started to feel very pathetic. He was the woman. That’s what their relationship was. She had placed him the bitch. He was the stay at home woman that was cheated on while she went out partying with god knows who, while he sat and cooked her dinner and did her laundry. This was ridicules he thought to himself. What was he saying? This wasn’t it. She just had some place to be…that’s all. She wasn’t cheating on him. She cared for him; he just knew it….or did he?

~~

Hermione became very hot between her thighs and arms and hands, and cheeks. She wweatweating like a hog, but didn’t show her weakness.

“Yes, hello….my name is Her…”

“I know who you are,” replied the woman with utter disgust and annoyance.

“Well….” Hermione said with the exact tone of animosity. Harry butted in, tensing a cat fight.

“Yes, we have come here to ask you a couple of questions…are you Miranda Goshawk?” Harry asked politely ignoring the deadly glares coming from Hermione.

The woman nodded and Hermione glared even harder, still annoyed with her sardonic behavior. The woman was annoying Hermione more than she could stand. The way she was looking at Harry was disgusting her. The woman obviously was attracted the way her brown hair spun down onto her revealing magical implants, which Hermione hated. She had seen so many witches enhance their appearance to get what they wanted, and that’s what she had done. Hermione scowled.

Her appearance was obviously perfect, and she figured Harry had noticed this also. Hermione looked from Miranda to Harry and she noticed that Miranda was now leading Harry into her flat, conveniently wrapping her arm around his. Hermione followed him in a jealous rage. The woman obviously was using Hermione’s anger to her advantage.

When they reached the entrance to her flat, it was an amazing house; spacious rooms and a magnificent kitchen; that the woman had again “conveniently” showed them. When she had finally seated them in her living room, Hermione was completely livid. The way she had touched him and coerced him into the living room was just uncalled for. Hermione sat stiff when Harry sat next to her. When he placed himself on the couch, he had tried to scoot closer to her, but she had moved her body onto another chair, making him realize for the first time that she wasn’t’ “happy” with him. He looked at her awkwardly but ignored her reaction. He needed to get the information out of Miranda; he would deal with Hermione later.

“We have a couple quick questions to ask you Ms. Goshawk.” Harry said placing his cup of tea down (which she had given him earlier in the kitchen).

“Oh please call me Miranda.” Miranda said placing herself into the chair opposite of Harry as she grabbed his knee. Harry looked down at her hand, and rearranged himself so that his back was now against the couch.

“Well, Miranda…we want to know exactly….how you found out about The Power of Nomrah.” His blunt speech was very bold of him and he worried how she would react to how upfront he was being.

She started to smile, which Harry figured could be a good or bad sign. “Well that’s a simple one.” Miranda said blatantly.

“I was in my kitchen reading the Daily Prophet one morning, when the post came. The owl was very unfamiliar to me, but I didn’t’ think anything of it at the time. There was a green letter in its beak and I read it. It had instructed me to enter the information in the book I was writing. I was very frightened but it had warned me that if I didn’t, that there would be consequences.”

“Why didn’t you go to the authorities,” Harry said suddenly.

“Well….I was visited nex next morning by someone in a black cape, warning me that if I told anyone that my life would be theirs. I did anything any normal person would have done, when their life is threatened. I had no other choice.

“I see…” Harry said, trying to put the puzzle together. “Well….why come out with it now? Don’t you fear for your life now?”

“Oh no, said the woman, as she stood up straightening her back.

“Why’s that…” Harry said starting to feel very perplexed now. Something was wrong; he could feel it in the air. Hermione final stood up frightened. She could also sense something wrong.

“Uh…Harry,” Hermione could hear noises beyond.

“Why are you not threatened anymore, Harry repeated. He was now yelling at her. But her grin was becoming broader and broader.

“Because hun….I joined them.” Within these words, Harry heard Hermione scream as he was attacked by two black cloaked men. Harry tried to kick them and break free, but then multiple of more wizards came up behind him, kicking him into the gut making him keel over in agony. The last thing he heard was Hermione stifling a cry.