The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 17
Sarcrificing Others

The sounds of water dripping woke Hermione up. Her cold face was burning with a freezing sensation. The temperature of her face was cold, yet it was burning with a hot soreness. She pushed her face ohe whe whimpering surface, and opened her eyes to see herself in a cage. Metal bars encircled her, as a cold breeze swung through every one of them, giving her a frightening chill. Frantically Hermione swerved herself in a fast circle looking for her companion; Harry Potter. But, he was no where to be seen. Beginning to panic Hermione raised herself off the cold ground and ran over to the bars. The view was terrifying. She was in a large dungeon, and was imprisoned in the middle of the large room; as other prisoners where kept in what looked like regular cages surrounding her.

Her fitting cloak, which at the beginning of the day was a deep mahogany, was now a deep russet tint. She could feel her open skin free, she looked down onto herself and saw several amounts of rips and tears throughout her outfit. She was a complete mess; her hair was in complete disarray. Her appearance was the least of her worries though. She was worried as to where exactly Harry was and if he was safe. What had she gotten herself and Harry into? She knew perfectly well that, that bitch was evil. Why didn’t she just trust her gut instinct? The woman clearly knew why they were there. It was a perfect opportunity for a sack and grab operation, why had she been so stupid as to not see it? She blamed herself completely for what had happened to them. Now because of her, Harry could be dead, or injured. She suddenly felt a soft tear glide her left cheek.

Why did she always get herself into these types of situations? First, getting raped by Severus Snape, and then getting caught by doerdoers. She would never forgive herself if Harry ended up getting killed because of her stupidity. She really hated herself for what she had done. Sure, he was sent to her house, but if she hadn’t of been there, Harry might have seen the inevitable and would have figured his way out of it. But, no….she just had to be Miss. Brave, and help.

Hermione looked at the prisoners in the dungeon, there was a bald man whimpering in a faraway corner. He was wearing a white sheet and seemed to not notice the new attendant. He was clutching his arm (what looked like) quite tightly. Hermione pierced her eyes closely and noticed that he was trying to stop blood from spilling out of his arm. This wasn’t helping, thick red drips where still plopping onto the steel floor next to him. The site was disturbing and at the same time depressing. Hermione tried to take her eyes off him, but when she glanced onto another cage, it was just as bad, if not worse. There was a woman directly in front of her; she was looking at Hermione, her face was filled with utter sadness. Hermione looked at her eyes. They were a deep shade of crimson, blood was pouring out of them, hitting her fingers that were clutching the bars. It was a morbid site.

Hermione didn’t know what was wrong with these people, she looked onto the other, as she moved onto each cage, she also moved around her circle shaped cage; she stopped. The second to last cage was accompanying a small boy. His hair a yellowish blond, his face was buried in his shoulders. Hermione figured the boy to be only ten or eleven. The child neither cried nor picked his head up from his shoulders, but Hermione could tell just exactly how he was feeling; scared and lonely. Suddenly he lifted his head from his arms to look at her. Hermione let out a gasp. He had no face, all that was left, was a subterranean murky pit of darkness. Hermione looked away quickly; frightened. She was in hell, she just knew it.

~~

Burninincuincurable heat pressed against his cheek as he sat tied to a rod iron chair. Iron plates held his arms in a locked position. The fire from a nearby fireplace cracked with coals; coals that would be implanted into him; causing him to make shouts of horrible agonizing pain. Harry’s kept trying to move his head up so that he could view the room, but his head was too heavy for the strength that was left in him.

His binds were bending into his skin making blood seep through its way out of his arms and hands. The scorching pain of burnt skin was felt throughout his body, sweat rolled down, and his temperature was increasing on his face. Eyelids drooped with agony, while the pai hor horror whisked around him.

The sight of him was pathetic; the famous Harry Potter; a prisoner. He was pathetic. Harry had never felt so low, he had been captured. Whoever had kept him here was designing something more “violent” for him. This wasn’t the end of his pain. There would be more, and for the life of him, he couldn’t think his way out of the bin he had got himself into.

The worst part of it was that Hermione was in danger, and he blamed himself completely. He was at fault when it came to her not being safe. He was supposed to watch over her. But, due to all of the commotion with Patricia missing, and him finding Hermione outside of Miranda Goshawks flat, he had not of thought to seer her home. That’s right! He thought to himself, you had not of thought! How self absorbed could he be? He was disgusted with himself.

Suddenly Harry saw that there were feet before him. Harry’s head faced downwards, and this was all he could see of the new company. The feet he could tell where from a male’s, but who… Harry didn’t know. The voice spoke. Except do to the beating Harry had received earlier, all he could hear was deep mudded sounds.

Harry had remembered what had been done to him, it wasn’t a pretty site.

Pushed into a wall, was their first attempt at seizing Harry. Harry wasn’t just going to stand there and take it like a bitch though. He was going to fight back with all he had, even though he knew deep down he was going to loose. After all, he was already in their world. The area was quite different then he had ever seen. Harry and the other wizards seemed to be in a deep pit, with long walls. One door to the entrance, yet Harry didn’t think he’d ever be able to get there fast enough. There where too many of them, and Harry was only one person after all.

Placing his hand against the cold wall, he pushed himself to a level standing position. He swung hard at one of the men that had pushed him. He had hit the man hard in the jaw cau the the other wizard to swagger backwards in aghast.

The man wiped his jaw roughing the ends of his scruffy face. When the man gave a grin, Harry pleasantly returned the smiled back with a grin of gratitude. Harry was suddenly pulled down onto all fours by two other masked wizards that had ran up to him from all sides, grabbing his arms downward. Harry breathed in the scent of dirt. His mouth now filled with rock and dust, Harry spit.

The men all around him laughed as they kicked him in all sides, making him spit rosemary blood out onto the concreted flooring. One man had grabbed Harry’s left ear to a stand still causing Harry to scream out in agony. Pain rushed through him like an immense storm cloud.

Harry was starting to feel liked the world was crashing in on him. His stomach ached with pain. Was he still alive? He thought to himself. The pain had now subsided, and he no longer felt the pain, but now the feeling of a non existence. The agony was not the problem anymore. His strength had diminished, and his mind no longer worried about where he was, what he had to do, or if he was hurting.

His lip quivered as a drop of blood dripped into his mouth, Harry tasted it. His lip was bleeding more now. His tongue stung with pain, as Harry collapsed onto the floor. His ears were burning, his body felt destroyed and weak. Footsteps were heard, yet Harry didn’t care who or whom they belonged to. He rested his head on the cement floor. Rest….rest was what he needed. Sleep was coming, but was escaped, when he was pulled off the ground. A hooded figure was in front of him. A black hood disguised the individual. Who was this person, Harry thought to himself. The strong hands grabbed at him throwing him into a cornerthe the long solid wall. Harry flinched when his back hit the steel partition.

The figure walked closer to him, watching as as Harry’s knees bend causing him to slid back down to the floor; which Harry wanted to be, on the floor; where it was flat and steady. The man grabbed Harry up again, though. This time around, they reached for Harry’s neck. This wasn’t going to help Harry’s irregular breathing. His huffing, and loss of breath was escaping him, and the hold this person had on his breathing apparatus wasn’t going to help matters. Harry sighed and bended to this person’s will, as he forced himself up towards them.

The figure now seemed to be talking….Harry strained his ears to hear. To hear what his fate would be. Harry wasn’t going to be able to gain his strength back to listen, but he tried.

“Welcome, Harry…” the person spoke. “I’m glad to see you again!” said the evilish voice.

Harry didn’t know who this person was, but the voice from the evil wizard sounded as if they had known Harry. Harry didn’t want to think of who this person was. Maybe a person he had captured before, maybe someone he had run into problems with. Harry had too many enemies to actually label or imagine who this person actually was.

The voice spoke again.

“I think we need to have a reunion don’t you think my Harry.” Harry stopped his panting. He looked back at the person holding him. There was only one person in his whole existence that had called him by that….” Harry looked back at the cloaked figure his eyes now open with a shocked expression.

The ced fed figure stopped, dropped Harry and lifted the cloak off them. A smiling woman stood before him, smiling with a devilish smirk.

Harry gave a shocked expression. It was exactly who he thought; his old trainer, friend, and lover, the eccentric; Samantha White.

Harry stayed still as the feet now moved around him in circles, evidentially pacing him. The voice now became clearer as a yellow glow encircled through Harry’s body. Harry suddenly was feeling much better. Strength was now coming back, and his legs and loins could feel no more pain. What was happening to him? Was he being cured? It had to be this, Harry could lift his head. He gazed upward, onto the face of Draco Malfoy.

~~

Patricia didn’t know whether to obey the lady that still had not introduced herself, or to run for her life. Something about whhe whe was doing didn’t match up. The lady knew who she was…she knew about her symptoms (which she had told her about earlier). She wasn’t allowed to do certain things, and yet at the same time she wasn’t a prisoner. These things didn’t make sense.

Patricia sighed to herself and did as she was told and walked down to her meeting place. The woman who had gave Patricia hospitality was standing just where she had told Patricia to meet. The woman smiled when Patricia entered and she immediately waved to her, directing her to follow her.

Patricia followed suit, yet still worried and scared as to where she was going. The place she was in was enormous; a huge mansion. Patricia had never been to any other place that was more gorgeous. It stunned her. Patricia smiled as she looked at the ceiling. The magnificent views were making Patricia feel at home. Only an hour she had seen the views and she was already in love. The place gave her a feeling that she belong.

They walked for awhile, until they had reached their destination. Patricia could tell that this was the end of the tour, because they were now what looked like a board room. There was a large desk in the middle of an oval room, chairs and many wizards sitting in them. Patricia felt odd, what was this? The woman pointed to a chair, and told her to sit. Patricia did as she was told and sat to the left. The woman sat on one of the top seats while other wizards watched her. At the other end of the table sat another wizard; a man. Patricia didn’t know who this person was. He had blond hair and seemed to be in control; his attitude and how the others where acting around him gave her that opinion.

Patricia was just about to ask what was going on, when the man finally spoke.

“Welcome to Cornwall Mansion, Patricia Standling. My name is Draco Malfoy, and that is Teresa Cornwall.” The man said while pointing to the woman Patricia had already been familiar with.

~~

Ronald Weasley left work around a quarter to three, his brain tired of research, and his thoughts of Melissa. He wondered if she would be home by now, or if she was at her house, waiting for him. He thought this wasn’t a possibility. But, then again, he shouldn’t be negative. But, then when you were with Melissa Stone, there was only one way then be negative.

Ron needed to find out what exactly she was doing. He wasn’t going to be the bitch that stayed home. He wasn’t that type of guy and didn’t want to start. He was Ronald Weasley after all. He was a famous person and wasn’t going to let something like this, ruin his reputation.

Ron apparated home to see what he expected to see….an empty flat. She apparently had not have came back. She still was where she had gone off to this morning. Ron decided that once she came home tonight, he would put a homing device on her. It was very low of him, yes, but when a man was desperate he would do anything to achieve what he wanted.
n san sat in his favorite chair, and waited….waited to put his plan into action.

~~

Melissa Stone sat ignoring the meeting. She didn’t really care now that “she” was there. She hated the bitch, the way she swayed herself, and how she was touching “her” man. This wasn’t her idea of a good meeting. It was hell. The woman would always glance at Melissa and Melissa would glare back with disgust.

Narcissa knew of their affair, how could she not. Most wives like her had put trustworthy spells on their spouses, and he probably told her. That’s probably the main reason she had given Melissa the horrible assignments. Lucius had been the master, but she had been the master’s wife…and everyone knew that what ever a husband did, the wife would always have the say.

Their relationship was growing closer, due to them spending more and more time together, Melissa could tell. He no longer cringed when Narcissa touched him, he now would cuddle back, and it disgusted Melissa. Why was this happening? After all she had put into Lucius Malfoy; he was now going back to his wife! Melissa started to feel very sick to her stomach. Melissa cringed at the sight.

She knew that this was bound to happen though, after all these years of Lucius considered “dead” he had to go into hiding; with his wife. They were bound to make their relationship work. Why wouldn’t it work if you were with the same person for hours on end? The Ministry had given up on the Malfoy searches (Lucius and Draco were said to be missing) but, they still worried that some agentse ste still on the case. Lucius coming back into the evil world meant that the public would find out that he was alive, but they didn’t need to know yet. Lucius’ war on his son, wouldn’t go into plan until the desired time; a time when Father and Son would be reunited. Melissa wasn’t sure when this time was up, but she could sense that it was close…just how close was it?

“Revenge is in the air, and I need to reestablish what was bound to me years ago. Draco will go down, and we are going to be the ones to put him down. He has ruined my reputation, my relationship and my power. Revenge will be mine. Is this understood Melissa?”

Melissa looked up from her hands. “Yes, master…revenge!” Melissa gaped at her master.

“Good…then it’s settled. It looks like we are going to take a trip to Cornwall mansion in the morning. Melissa go to Ron Weasley, make sure he knows nothing of the plan. I expect to see you here for the journey to Cornwall Mansion at five!”

With this pronouncement, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy apparated out with a “pop” leaving Patricia alone with Charles.

~~
Clinging noises, metal against metal were heard through the dungeon. Hermione glanced up from her teary shoulder that she was laying on. She could hear noises that weren’t familiar to the noises of a dungeon. Hermione walked over to one of the edges of her cell. She didn’t see anyone. She looked over to the left, then to the right. Still no one; Hermione was getting confused. She could still hear the noises, yet she didn’t see who it was.

Suddenly, there was a woman’s voice on the opposite side of her circular cell. Hermione glanced up to see who it was. It was a fairly pretty woman wlonglong brown hair that went past her shoulders. She had hazel eyes and was wearing a long thick maroon cloak. Her hazel eyes watched her in the distance. The woman seemed to know who Hermione was, because she was eyeing her like a good dinner just being ready to eat. Hermione gulped. Whoever this woman was…they weren’t here for chit chat.

“Ah…the lovely Hermione Granger, welcome to my friendly abode.” The woman’s sarcastic attitude was hard not to miss.

Hermione didn’t say anything; she just gazed on at the newcomer.

“Cat got your tongue?” the woman said glancing at Hermione with conviction.

The woman strode near to the bars, and with a “pop” she was inside Hermione’s cell, giving Hermione a fright.

“That’s more I like it.” She said ignoring how close she now was to Hermione. “Now, I think you should come with me…my sweet. There is a lot to do.” Hermione didn’t budge. “Oh I think you will come with me Hermione, and to Hermione’s surprise. As soon as the woman apparated out of the cell, Hermione could feel herself as well disappear from her cell into what looked like a board room.

~~

The whole afternoon’s activities were certainly not what Ginny expected. Draco had told her all about Nomrah, and how it changes someone, but he didn’t say if there were any side effects. Ginny worried about that poor girl and didn’t think she was safe here. Katrina had been eyeing Ginny all afternoon, even after all of them had gone their separate ways.

Ginny was told to go back to her room and wait for Draco…just when that was, she didn’t know or care. What did he have to do? It had been easily two hours since she had last seen him down in Confinement, and she had a funny feeling something important was going to happen tonight; something that she didn’t want to find out. The whole Mansion was in an uproar, wizards were coming here and there, talking in frantic whispers to others, and while Ginny waited in “her room” she wondered what she could do to stop all of this.
Draco had told her that she was going to be a major part of the transformation and that it was “written” that Michele woulceivceive Salazar Slytherin’s powers. But, just what were these powers anyway? Salazar just was a normal wizard back in the day. Sure he was evil and wanted only pure bloods in families, but there was no possible way that he actually possessed other magical abilities, or could he have?

Ginny worried for herself, and how much she was apart of this. She wasn’t going to just sit there and give herself to them though. She would put up a fight, and if she died in the process so be it. She would not succumb to the wraths of evil.

Ginny pondered this for a moment when there was a knock on the door, it was Katrina. Katrina swished her way in (her cloak was dragging behind her), and she parted herself apart from Ginny.

“I think you would be happy to know, that Draco has captured your friends and is now torturing them. Harry Potter is near death himself, and Hermione Granger is on her way there. Just thought I’d give you a happy moment to think about. Have a pleasant afternoon.” And with that, she was out of the door leaving Ginny to her thoughts.

And thoughts Ginny did have. They were here! How could they be here, the image of them being tortured was unbearable. How could she ever forgive herself if they perished? They had come here for her. That had to be the answer. Why else would they be here, at Cornwall Mansion. They must have figured out that the fake Ginny wasn’t really her. Ginny’s heart sprang, but then was diminishnce nce again. They are going to die, trying to save her. She had to do something…she just had to.

She ran to the door, and swished it open, stepped out into the open when “BANG” she was plummeted backwards landing into a wall. The confinement charm was still on her. There was no way she would relieve herself from the prison she was put in. She paced the room and sighed.

~~

Patricia gaped at the two of them. So this was the woman who had brought her to this wonderful place. A feeling of complete happiness filled Patricia. She was now smiling. But, the otherounround her were not.

“I feel that the Nomrah curse has not been completed on her,” Teresa said to Draco.

“Yes….I see that it has not been finished. There is still the concluding part that must be accomplished. Patricia…what are your symptoms?”

Patricia swung her head around to face the dashing blond haired man.
“Uh….well, I once turned a man to ash?” the whole group around them started to mutter amongst themselves.

“SILENCE!” Draco yelled still gazing at Pata. Sa. Silence immediately filled the room.

All Patricia could do was smile. She didn’t really know why she was smiling but the feeling of belonging somewhere was now rushing over her.

“We must complete the spell tonight, before the ceremony….or all will be lost Master.” Patricia heard Teresa say.

“Yes, I would agree….this needs to be fixed and immediately.”

Patricia watched on as the rest of them dealt with business matters, and Patricia wondered why she was here, when she had no say in anything. Were they including her? Was she now a member of their evil schemes? Patricia wondered if it could be that bad.

Patricia listened to Draco, but he was interrupting by a popping sound. New people had just entered the room. But, Patricia wasn’t expecting this person.

Hermione gazed at the board room to see not only Draco Malfoy, but also Patricia Standling, who was looking smug as ever.

~~

The next morning Melissa wrapped herself in a nearby blanket and kissed Ron goodbye on the forehead.

“Goodbye and good reddens Ron Weasley.” She said this under her breath of course, but Ron was waiting for her and for this. The night before he had done what he had planned to do. Plant a tracking device on her, so he would finally know what she was up to. So, when he heard the front door slam shut, he propped himself up and opened his bag, in it was the hoping tracking device; the device in which he could tell where she was. Ron smiled; this was going to be perfect. His plan would go into action only if she didn’t find the device.

Ron had placed the beetle inside her bag that she carried with her. The object was very tiny, and didn’t attract any attention. He wished on all hope that he was successful. Ron glanced at it one more time. She was going north, and north would be were he would go. So he got dressed and within moments, he was out the door on his quest.

~~


Patricia stared at Hermione while the smile diminished from her face. Hermione Granger was here…in Cornwall Mansion? The actual realization of her here was astonishing and unexpected. Patricia now started to feel as if a huge load had been placed on her. This certainly didn’t make her look innocent of any kind.

Hermione watched as Patricia gazed back at her; an unexpected look coming across her face. What in god’s name was she doing here? Was she one of them now? She must be, for she would not be smiling so pleasantly if she were a prisoner. Hermione was then pushed hard into a chair, while Draco gazed at her in expectation.

“That will be the ending of our discussion for today,” Draco said, not taking his eyes off of her.

He motioned for them to leave, as the two of them stayed in the room. As Patricia left however, Hermione gave an evil glance at Patricia Standling before she exited.

Draco sat still in his oversized black leather seat, as he stared at his old school mate. She was looking rather good, for being kept prisoner in the Cornwall prison. She had kept her good looks, and her figure was still smashing, rather she took notice of him “noticing” her, was a rather different story. He scanned her, she definitely wasn’t looking pleased with him, and he recognized this immediately, but shrugged the image off.

“So, you are alive then?” was the first thing she said.

Draco made a snort of a laugh, “well hello to you too Ms. Granger.”

“What the hell do you want from me Draco!” She demanded next, not expecting to have small talk. She loathed the man now; she had not expecting to see him at all, and was a little taken aback from this.

“Is that how you treat your ex-lover?” Draco spat back, but still smiling.

“Shut up! That was a long time ago!” Hermione yelled back, forgetting the memory.

~~

Draco snorted with an incomprehensible snort. He slid closer to Hermione Granger and placed his hand on her shoulder making her cringe in horror.

“Baby, you know I still love you…always will.” He said seriously.

Hermione knew better, “stop trying to amuse yourself Malfoy.” Hermione spat, knowing perfectly clear Draco had absolute no feelings towards her. Their relationship might have meant something at the time, but those feelings were gone, and would never return. He had Katrina, or whatever the fuck her was was. Draco was evil, and Hermione cared for Harry.

“Oh…I’m hurt, you know that I care for you…..and that body of yours.” He said while touching her stiff arm.

Hermione snatched it away quickly, still keeping a close stare on his face. She woujldn’t sink to his level, she just wouldn’t. He was only trying to provoke her, and using the past to his advantage.

Draco was about to say something more, when the door behind Hermione bursen ten to reveal a very pretty looking woman. Hermione noticed her as Katrina Mordark, Draco’s long life girlfriend. Hermione scowled and turned her head to the floor.

“The preparations are starting. How do you want us to handle him.” Katrina said not taking her eyes off her fiancé.

“I’ll take care of Potter. Gather the others and meet me down in the infirmary.”

At this however Hermione’s ears perked up, with a worried expression on her face.

She watched as Draco puller upr up to a standstill. “Take her with you. She will need to see the lovely festivities.” He said giving her one last wink, as he disappeared with a “pop”.

~~

Harry stared up and Draco Malfoy still shocked that he had actually cured his illness. Why take all that time hurting him, to just cure him the next minute.

“What are you doing,” Harry asked quizzically.

“It is time…and I especially want you to see this!” Draco said, his voice filled with happiness and delight. A voice Harry had never heard come out of Draco’s mouth. Harry gave a worried look, as Draco summoned someone.

“Kersten, I want you to take Mr. Potter down to the infirmary, along with Hermione Granger immediately.”

Harry’s ears perked up.

“Yes, Master” said the woman called Kersten and Draco had left with a “pop”.

Harry stood stunned, hoping to god, Hermione had not been hurt.

~~

Ginny Weasley sat in a chair in a half, badly bruised from her body being thrown around like a doll. She had tried multiple of times to get out of the room, but unfortunately the curse guarding her there, was not breaking loose.

Ginny sighed and pressed her fore-finger to her eye bows.

“Ow,” she yelled. Blood trickled down her face. Her face was not as lucky as the rest of her body. Cringing in pain, she let down her hand and squeezed the arm chairs tightly trying to forget what was destined to happen to her friends. They were g tog to be killed and it would be her fault.

There was a loud popping noise coming from out of the corner of the room. Ginnyveleveled in her chair and saw that Draco Malfoy had entered the room. This person she was not happy to see.

“Ah…no hugs,” Draco said sarcastically, while throwing her a piece of garment.

“Put this on, he demanded. It’s your big night; we all want you to look pretty don’t we?”

Ginny tried to argue, but something was keeping her from saying anything. Frustrated, she threw the dress on and was ready for him within seconds.

“Ah…nice,” Draco said pleased with himself. He loved how he could control her ever move now. He could feel the prophecy and powers coming into being. Soon, Michele would be endowed with Slytherin’s powers, and his side would win.

Draco was not thinking about the war of good and evil though. He was talking about the war he was waging against his father, and their battle. Years, ago he had found out about the bastard being alive. He was collecting supporters and his ambition to out beat Draco was at an all time high.

Draco knew that Lucius knew about the prophecy and would do anything in his power to stop it. But, Draco had a special gift for his father when he came. He had Patricia Standling, and this powerful tool, would destroy the once loved father. He would end his life suffering and would win. His father would never hurt or destroy him again. The thought was menacing, but he would do anything to end his father.

When he was satisfied with Ginny’s appearance, he grabbed her skinny arm and walked her down to infirmary, the Prophecy was about to commence.

~~

Lucius Malfoy walked steadily up towards Cornwall Mansion, cloak encircling his entire body. His face guarded, while his servants followed his lead. Abruptly he came to an halt at the side of the stonewall mansion. The journey there had not been as difficult as he imagined itbe, be, and he was quite pleased that they had got away unnoticed.

His mission steadily set, he made sure that his servants were ready for the upheaval of the rebellion. The start of the war would begin, and they would need to be ready for any downfalls that they might relinquish. Lucius explained there plan, and they set off.

Mellisa watched as her lover and Master prepared them for war, her mind now set on succeeding. She had left Ronald Weasley long ago, and no longer thought about his behave or what he was feeling now. She could care less about him or his feelings. Her mind set, she trudged on into the castle until she was yanked back.

“Ah…” she yelled unowkn of who it might have been.

Lucius turned around along with Narcissa and Charles. Lucius cringed with hatred as he saw Ronald Weasley holding Melissa aback.

“You bitch! So this is what you have been doing? You have been evil schemes with him,” Ron said while pointing to Lucius Mafloy who was at the front of the line.

Ron had his arms locked around Melissa’s neck, confused and bewildered to actually what he had found. Never in his life had he imaged that she had actually been with Lucius Malfoy. A convicted and thought to be mad man. She must be crazy, or was she on some spell. Maybe that was it! She was on a spell…then again, Ron’s urges to think this were short lived when Melissa swung herself around and punched him in the stomach.

“Get away from me you lout!” Melissa spat. “I have put up with your shit for long enough!” She was riling in fury. All the pent up anger towards him was evolving to the surface.

“This was all a scheme? But…why?” Ron whispered, now in pain on the grassy ground. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. She was evil? Melissa was evil? The words still felt foreign.

“Yes, you pussy licker! Now Master, can I kill him now?” Melissa hopefully asked as she spun around to see her Master.

“No…we need to get going. Leave him here; I’ll deal with him after.”

Those were the last words Ron heard before, hurried footsteps escaping him.

~~
Hermione Granger trampled noisily down to what was called the infirmary. She still was very hopeful that something miraculously would happen and she would be saved by Harry or ministry officials, but she knew that was more than likely. Harry was somewhere in the castle, beaten to death and the ministry didn’t even know where Cornwall Mansion was, let alone knew that they were there.

The absolute mess they had gotten themselves into now was posthumous. She sighed as she was flung into a wooden chair. The room was very murky and it made Hermione think of a graveyard, minus the graves. It was extremely cold, wet and windy, which was odd because they were inside. Hermione brushed off a shiver and stared towards the middle of the room. There was one chair placed in the middle of it, while other chairs just like her own encircled the one single chair.

Hermione was at a lost for words. She had no idea what Draco had planned and what was to occur. Maybe they were going to put The Power of Nomrah on some innocent soul, maybe she was that horrible soul….the idea was frightening. Hermione glanced on as more and more wizards pilled into the room, Teresa sitting next to Hermione. Her cold body wasn’t warmed by the company that sat next to her and Hermione froze to her seat.

Wizard beyond wizard pilled in until there was a sudden shock. On the opposite side of the room, there was a red headed girl, accompanied by another pretty woman. This girl looked very familiar, and then it hit her. It was Ginny Weasley!

“Ginny,” Hermione yelled, jumping out of her seat. But, she was pulled down hard as her body hit the wooden chair.

“Sit you bitch,” yelled the woman called Teresa.

Ginny yelled back at her friend, and she tried to run over to her, but Kersten had held her throwing her into a nearby seat.

“Sit down, or you will pay the consequences.” Kersten replied coldly, then went over to her boyfriend, who Ginoticoticed as the same mad she had met before; Elijah something.

Ginny scoffed, but knew that if she did anything, she would be getting a severe consequence and when Draco Malfoy was your prison guard, it wasn’t a pretty sight. Ginny tried to speak in whispers to Hermione, but Hermione couldn’t tell a word she was saying.

Hermione was horrible at those types of things, and was never good at them in school. The worried look on Ginny’s face told Hermione although that something actually was wrong, and that it wouldn’t be long before she would find out.

Annoyed, Hermione leaned back into her chair, losing in defeat, when yet another friendly face appeared out of the dark grey mist of the room. It was Harry, he didn’t have a bruise on him, and Hermione wondered what this was about. The girl that seated him quickly moved him over to a nearby seat next to Hermione. He was looking grave then ever.

They both gave a quick worried glance, and when he saw that she was unscathed he relaxed a bit, but not long until he saw the distraught face of Ginny Weasley. What the hell was she doing here he thought. She was supposed to be with Fred and George….was she kidnapped. Harry tried to ponder this for a moment, but it was short-lived. The dark wizards around him had stopped talking as they focused their attentions to the middle of the arena, which was now lit with a white shiny light on the middle chair. Hermione noticed this and turned back to the middle, her nerves in high alert.

There was a loud “pop” and inside the arena where two people. Ginny noticed these people as Michele Donahue; Voldemort’s heir and Draco Malfoy.

Hermione didn’t know who the woman was but imagined she would find out soon enough. Harry knew this was not going to be pretty. Draco’s spiteful grin was eloping higher into the room. He looked malicious.

“The time has come, for the prophecy to be withheld!” The white light started to turn an emerald green. Draco smiled further, while clasping his hand onto Michele, who was smiling in excitement.

“We will have the power back!” Draco continued, and he quickly sat Michele down into the single set chair and waited for the miracle of being reborn to begin!

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Draco moved away as a beam of yellow, then green, then back to yellow lights peered down onto Michele Donahue. The whole audience looked on in glory that is except for Harry, Hermione and Ginny. Who were giving worried glances?

All of a sudden there was a intensely vivid white light, immediately hitting Michele into the chest, causing her head to fling back behind here, causing everyone to make sudden movements, but no one moved from there seats.

A yell of scream emitted from Michele’s mouth as blood trickled out of her mouth. Ginny closed her eyes tightly trying to get rid of the image. Whatever this thing was doing to her, it was going to kill her…she just knew it. Then suddenly there was another scream, then a horrid laugh only Ginny had heard once in her life. The horrid laugh of Tom Marvolo Riddle, but this wasn’t Voldemort, this was Michele; a female.

Hermione noticed this laugh also, but tried to ignore it. Harry’s worried thoughts soon became reality as hartearted to finally figure out what was happening. He had heard of this before, but it was only a legend, not a true fact. Salazar Slytherin’s powers being emitted to each of his heir’s? Could this girl actually be an heir? Harry was exhausted and would not believe it. But deep down, he knew this could be a possibility.

Suddenly more attention was on the woman in the middle of the room. The lights had gone out, and only the sounds of tremor and horror of what had happened. The woman sat up willingly and stared down at her audience, a small curl of her lips coming to view.

“This feeling, it is amazing. I fill uplifted and powerful.” Michele said laughing while the rest of the witches and wizards around her finally yelled in excitement.

“I am back to full power!” The woman said yelling in ecstasy. And for the first time, Hermione saw the woman next to her; Teresa smile. There was no hope, all was lost. Evil had won another round.

Harry was riling in anger, he wanted to do something, he had to do something, but his magical binds were keeping him from releasing himself. He was still seated to a witch, and he seriously doubted she was just going to let free Harry Potter, so he could kill the woman in the center and Draco Malfoy. Suddenly, the woman was speaking again.

Ginny watched on, but was still confused as to what was going on. Draco had said that Michwas was the sacrifice, but she clearly was alive….she was very confused. Draco slowly walked over to Ginny, whispered in her ear.

“See…my sweet, she sacrificed her muggle self for her the power of being unstoppable. She is the one, and you will obey her.” These words cut into her like a knife.

Ginny shot her head back up as she heard her name being called by the now evil Michele. Harry and Hermione both shot out of their chairs like a cannon and tried to move out of their position. But, it was useless. They were trapped. Ginny was forced to go, and nothing was going to stop her.

Harry squeezed his hands tightly together in anger, hoping against all hope that the bitch wouldn’t hurt her.

Ginny was terrified beyond recognition. Her feet swiftly were pushed over to the woman in the middle.

“Don’t be shy little one. I am here to help you see.” Michele said as her hand gently grabbed Ginny’s shoulder in a motherly like fashion. Ginny however still shook with horror. She would have kicked or punched the woman, but something strong was holding her aback. Ginny didn’t know what it was, but the feeling was powerful. It was the now witches new powers, she just knew it. Ginny screamed as Michele placed her hand over her eyes. The searing pain unbeunbelievable the torture and absolute throbbing in her eyes was mind-boggling. Ginny screamed, and Harry and Hermione squirmed in their beholders grasp, still unable to get away. The screaming stopped abruptly when Michele grabbed her hand away from Ginny’s face.

Ginny opened her eyes wide, now fully aware of her boundaries.

“Introducing, the new Ginny Weasley,” Michele spat with confidence.

Hermione was terrified, yet relieved that the spell had not of worked on her. Ginny looked just like plain old Ginny to her.

Ginny started to walk towards Hermione, when there was a loud crash into the room. Patricia, who was standing next to a nearby wall, saw just what she had been waiting for; Lucius Malfoy and Gang.

The whole audience of witches and wizards ran after the bunch, wand fire, spells incantations being spilled everywhere. Hermione and Harry had to duck for a couple of them. Hermione glanced around the cloudy room, looking for Ginny, hoping she wasn’t hit, when she heard a hurried voice.

“Here, go…go, I’ve released the binds from you…now go.” Hermione turned her head violently to the stranger. It was a woman in a black tank top and she was looking angry.

“What” Hermione asked confused. “What is going on here, who are you?”

Don’t worry about me, you need to go….get out of here.” She said pushing Hermione out of the way. Harry had already been released and he was trying to pull Hermione away.

“But…what about our friend?” Hermione was very concerned.

“Do not worry about her, she is lost to you. Now go! I will confront you soon.” The warning of Hermione being lost was confusing, but Hermione had no choice. If she were to live, they had to go now, and so they did. Within seconds they were out of the door, leaving the war to be fought.

~~

Draco Malfoy had finally captured his father and his other minions. They weren’t dead. But, that’s not what he exactly wanted. Revenge was so much sweeter when you could live it out to its fullest extent. Draco had placed his mother, father and their two servants into Cornwall Mansion. He would deal with them at a later date. He sighed and stared at the lovely woman who was now looking out of the window of his office; her fingertips gliding along the windowsill, watching the gardens below.

“What’s the matter my sweet,” he said sweetly to her, massaging her back with his fingertips.

“Just thinking…” said the woman instantly.

“About?” Draco asked now gliding his hands through her hair.

The woman turned around and smiled at Draco. “How we are going to kill Harry Potter.” Her evil tone was just as malicious to his mouth as sweet h.
.

“Oh don’t worry my love, we will….we will.”

The woman smiled brightly back at him. Suddenly there was a knock oe doe door, and a woman strode in.

“Ms. Ginny Weasley, they need you down stairs.”

“I’ll be there in a second, now leave us.” Ginny replied, still holding onto Draco.

“Yes’ am” called the servant, and she left with a “pop”

“It is a good day, my dear” Ginny whispered into her lover’s ear.

“Oh yes…a good day indeed.”

FINI


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