Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

Warning...Dark Hermione ahead!
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Chapter 20: Vengeance is mine:
Hermione paced from one end of the room to the other. To the casual observer, she looked like a caged animal. She had spent the whole morning trying to come up with her plan to eliminate Justin Widden. Hermione had a captive audience in the Slytherin common room consisting of: Tom, Abraxas, Lucretia, Alphard, Radbourne, Casper and Clarice. They had been sitting around enjoying their afternoon, visiting, and relaxing. Hermione could not say the same about her day; her brain was working constantly to figure out what she really wanted to do with her task.

Tom had been sitting there quietly listening to the casual conversation. His eyes, though, had never left the woman he loved. Tom knew she was agonizing over how to complete this task.

“So when are we going to get together over holiday break?” Lucretia asked the group. Christmas was only a week away and not many plans had been made for the holidays.

“I think we all need to come to the manor on Christmas Eve.” Abraxas announced. The invitation was met with great excitement from all; except for Hermione, who hadn’t heard a word anyone had said.

“What do you think about Abraxas’ plan for Christmas Eve?” Clarice asked her. Hermione suddenly stopped and swung her head towards Clarice, “Christmas? When is Christmas?”

Tom could see the tears in her eyes as she dropped onto the sofa next to him.

“It can’t be Christmas yet.” She sat silently, and sadly shook her head. “My whole sense of time has been shaken up.”

Tom put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He softly rubbed her arm and whispered in her ear, “it’s fine, and at least you didn’t sleep all through the holidays.” Hermione laughed through her tears as Tom gave her a huge hug that engulfed her safely in his arms.

“You are coming to manor for the holidays right, Tom?” Abraxas looked at Tom who immediately glanced down at Hermione. “I’m not sure yet,” he answered doubtfully, “I don’t want to leave Hermione here by herself”

She smiled up at Tom. Then she sat up swiftly, “That’s it…the answer to my problem!” Several confused people stared at Hermione thinking the stress had really gotten to her. “Don’t you see? Holiday break is the solution I have been looking for.” Hermione was bouncing around with excitement.

Alphard, looked at Hermione, “Well, isn’t she a cheery little elf,” he said with a snicker, “It’s so much fun to torture someone at Christmas.”

Tom did not laugh, but he showed no signs of anger either, “No, it’s actually a brilliant idea!” he looked from one face to the other, “Just think, no one will be expecting any type of retribution taking place; especially during the holidays.” Tom continued, “No one will be on their guard, which will give us the perfect opportunity to strike.”

“Us, Tom?” Hermione asked, “I don’t expect you or anyone else to help me with this.”

Tom’s hand gripped her arms firmly and turned her towards him, “Bollocks, Hermione, there is no way that I will allow you to do this on your own!”

Hermione could tell from the tone of his voice, that Tom was serious. “It’s fine, Tom,” Hermione said tenderly taking his hands off of her arms, “there is no one else that I would rather have with me,” her voice cracked, “when I have to complete this task.”

Tom, feeling her love and trust, pulled her into his chest and tilted her head up towards his. Caressing Hermione’s cheek, he looked into the eyes of the woman that he knew would follow him anywhere, support him through anything and love him for always. As he kissed her gently, he could care less about the rest of the inhabitants in the room. As the kiss deepened, they leaned back into the sofa and Hermione crawled into his lap.

They were startled out of their snog when they heard Radbourne, “This isn’t the best place for a romp, you two.”

Laughing the two lovers broke apart. Tom stood up and pulled Hermione with him, “You lot stay her and talk about cheer, “he grinned down at Hermione, “we are going back to my room to create our own cheer.”

As they watched the two wander off, Alphard questioned, “How often do you think they do their romping? Maybe we should go watch them for extra training.”

“Oh,” groaned Lucretia, “piss off, Alphard, and leave them alone! You are truly a git!”

Abraxas sat shaking his head at Alphard’s show of continual stupidity.
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Breakfast was a quiet affair at the Slytherin table, while the other Houses were excited about catching the Hogwarts Express for the holidays.

Hermione kept pushing her eggs around in circles on her plate. She had eaten one bite of toast and a bite of egg and now felt sick to her stomach.

As Hermione looked up she met the eyes of those in the know; Abraxas, Clarice, Alphard, Radbourne, Casper, Lucretia and of course, Tom. He was sitting next to her with his arm protectively wrapped around her shoulders. He knew how hard this was going to be for her. The struggle, between light and dark magic, was constantly pulling at her. What she chose to do today was her idea; in fact, it was her right to carry out her revenge.

Peering over her shoulder, Hermione glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Spotting the two young men, happily eating their breakfast with gusto, the guilt washed over her in waves. She turned around, collapsing into Tom’s arms. He looked over his shoulder at where her eyes had been fixated.

Abraxas gazed at Hermione feeling her trepidation and he looked at Tom. With his eyes, he questioned Tom; wanting to know if she would be able to finish and carry out her plans for today.

Hermione and Tom had been arguing the past week about who would and who wouldn’t be helping Hermione with her task. With much consternation, Hermione gave in to allow the Inner Circle of Death Eaters, along with Lucretia and Clarice, to help her. It would all start within the hour before the Hogwarts express left Hogsmeade.

Tom stood, “It’s time we readied ourselves to go to Hogsmeade.” He nodded to all at the table, and turned and walked out of the Great Hall.

“I guess that is my cue,” Hermione said jumping up, “It’s my time to prove myself.” She sniffed back the tears, stood erect and slowly headed to her room.

Abraxas let out a huge breath of air, “Do you really think she will be able to follow through with this today?”

“Yes, I do, Abraxas, “Lucretia defended her friend. “Think back to how she was during the duels.” Lucretia folded her arms across her chest and glared at Abraxas.

“A duel is very different from what she has planned, “Casper voiced his opinion.

“I’m personally worried about her, “Clarice squeaked out quietly, “Did you see that look on her face when she left?”

Radbourne stood up, “That is why she has all of us to help her,” he grabbed Clarice’s hand to help her up, “we are all friends, of course.” He put his hand on Clarice’s waist and guided her out of the Great Hall.

Abraxas stood next and extended his hand out to Lucretia, “Well, love, shall we?” he pulled his lady love up and kissed her hand. Lucretia beamed at the handsome Malfoy heir, “Let’s…we have a long day ahead of us.” The two kissed as they started walking away.

Alphard stood and extended his hand to Casper, “Shall we, love?” he said in a high, girlish voice. “Bugger off you eegit !” Casper said knocking his hand away. Alphard laughed and followed him towards the dungeons.
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The water pelted down onto her head, hot and prickly. She grabbed the soap and lathered it up and spread it over her arms and across her breasts. Hermione then let her hand trail down to her stomach and swished suds across her tight muscles.
Unbeknownst to her, a visitor had entered her room. Quietly shutting the door, the visitor kicked off his shoes and threw off his robes.

While Hermione applied the shampoo to her long locks, the intruder slipped off his clothes. Silently entering the shower, two large hands brushed through Hermione’s hair and twirled her around. Slamming hard into his chest, Hermione gasped, and then slumped against Tom in great relief.

“Why do you always run off and hide in the water?” he asked her as he tilted her head back into the stream of water, washing the suds out of her hair.

”You scared the bloody hell out of me,” and she slammed her fists into Tom’s chest, “You have got to stop sneaking up on me!” She looked up at him, wild-eyed, “You know how I am; especially after what happened to me.”

Tom ran his hands down her back to cup her arse and he pulled her closely to him. “I’m sorry, love.” He bent down to trail kisses along her neck and across her collarbone. Hermione shivered even though the water remained hot.

“Were you done showering?” Tom asked as he took the soap from her, “Not quite yet,” she grinned up at him. “I was southbound,” and she pointed down to her center, “When you rudely interrupted me.”

Tom lathered the soap with a feral smirk on his face; accompanied by a low growl. Starting with her feet, he lifted up one foot and washed between each toe. “That tickles, Tom,” Hermione laughed. Tom just smiled up at her. Next, he spread the soap on her calves moving over her knees and heading up to her thighs. His hands lathered the soap again, then he soaped up her womanly mound; running his fingers lightly through the course curls. Standing, he held her with one hand on her back and the other running through her folds. Tom unbelievably had not come for sex, but to help her relax and calm down. He wanted her to be ready for what lay ahead.

Hermione closed her eyes and leaned back into Tom’s arm, letting him take control of her. A wave of relief washed over Tom, when he realized she was trustfully putting this moment into his hands; she was his to take care of.

As his lips came down on hers, his hand continued to run over and around her sensitive nub. Tom loved making this woman come. Never before, would he have thought to receive so much enjoyment from giving someone else pleasure. This had all changed ever since Hermione had entered his life.

He could hear her breathing becoming shallower, as she pressed hard into his moving hand. He stopped for a moment to shift positions and she shouted out, “Don’t you dare stop now!”, and she grabbed his hand to keep shifting it back and forth over her clit.

Tom just grinned, “Anything to please you. “ His teeth nibbled at her mouth then he sucked on her lips, savoring them. Rhythmically he stroked her as he brushed back and forth turning the small fire into an inferno. As his thumb rotated over her sensitive spot, she moaned and whimpered into his arms. He watched her face as she climaxed; the intensity he felt from her spiraling out of control made him groan. Why was he so lucky for the Gods to give him this woman?

Hermione’s eyes slowly opened her mouth slightly open, “Thank you, Tom.” She knew that she could do anything with this man by her side.

Reaching out to him, she grasped his cock and slid her hands up and down his length. He closed his eyes to feel each sensation as she made her way from the tip and back up again. Moving faster and faster, her hands were firm, but not forceful. He thrust into her hand and she kissed and sucked on his tender nipples and she licked her way up to his collar bone. Pushing Tom back against the wall, Hermione jumped into his arms, almost making them both fall. Wrapping her legs, firmly around him, he positioned himself at her entrance. With one wet and firm thrust, he encased himself fully into her warmth. Christmas had come early for him as he pumped steadily into Hermione, feeling his climax heading quickly to fruition. She clenched her walls around his length, hearing him groan, as she clamped down on him. Gods, she was trying to kill him, he just knew it! Soon, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and felt as his body convulsed, releasing his seed deep within her womb. She came again as Tom’s climax rocked him.

They clung tightly together feeling added waves of pleasure still shooting between their bodies. Neither, Tom nor Hermione wanted to let go and held each other close savoring each sensation. Finally opening their eyes Tom leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the nose.

“I love you, Hermione,” he declared, “You know that you are the most important thing, person, in my world…right?”

Hermione smiled, through happy tears, “I know, Tom, “she said softly, “I love you as well. My life would be meaningless without you.” They kissed again as Tom slid her down his body savoring the feel of her body pressed so closely against his.

“We need to get ready to go.” Tom rubbed her back and brushed her wet hair out of her face.

“I know, Tom, I think I am finally ready to take care of this problem.” She looked up to him with determined fire in her eyes. She was now truly geared up and resolved in carrying out her plan.

With one last, luxurious kiss, they toweled each other off and dressed.

Before leaving the room, Tom pressed Hermione back into the door. With his arms on either side of her head, he looked down at her, “You are the bravest woman I have ever met in my life,” he said with great admiration, “I will be here when you need me.”

She leaned up to kiss her man; her strength. Hermione gently placed her hand on his cheek, staring into her lover’s eyes. “Let’s go and test out my restored powers.” Tom wagged his eyebrows at her, wondering exactly what Flamina had gifted Hermione with; leaving her room with great anticipation.

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Snow was falling lightly as Hogwarts students made their way to Hogsmeade. Some stopped to laugh and play in the snow. Others hurriedly walked to get out of the cold. A group of Gryffindors talked excitedly about their plans for the holiday break. They were all meeting up for a New Year’s Eve party at the Potter Estate.

A quiet group of Slytherins followed behind, in black cloaks, with hoods enclosed around their heads. No one really took notice of the cloaks, as the snow was falling steadily. The Slytherins quietly listened to the chatter coming from the Gryffindor group ahead. They needed to do something to separate the two Gryffindors that had been targeted.

The group of Slytherin students, split up, some skirting around the walking path into the forest and the others falling behind, still trailing their targets.

As the group of Gryffindors continued on to Hogsmeade, Charlus and Justin lagged behind a bit. Turning his head around to peer over his shoulder, Justin leaned over to Charlus, “Who is that behind us?” he asked in a somewhat worried tone.

Charlus just shrugged it all off, “Who cares,” he said not worried, “Just fellow students heading to catch the train.”

Justin just shook his head at Charlus’ statement, “No…something feels off about it, I can tell.”

“I think you are being too jumpy, mate,” Charlus said to his friend, “besides, there are too many people around us for something to happen.” Justin, none the less, pulled out his wand and gripped it tightly in his hand. Looking ahead they saw the rest of their group had hurried ahead and were almost out of sight. Glancing behind, he saw the four hooded people still following behind them, with no one else in sight. Charlus and Justin looked at each other and started walking faster, but those behind them quickened their pace also.

Justin’s heart started beating, fast in his chest, as he looked around erratically in all directions. Now he was making Charlus nervous at his odd behavior. Both Gryffindors looked behind them one more time and as they turned around they were stopped in their tracks. There standing in front of them, were four more hooded people that they almost ran into face first. They heard a feminine voice say, “Now, grab them!” and hands reached out to grab their arms and they apparated away, leaving Justin’s wand as the only evidence that he had been there.

They arrived at the top of a mountain near an entrance to a cave. Shoving them hard, they were pushed into the cave entrance. Instantly they were magically bound to the cave wall, so they couldn’t move or struggle. The eight hooded individuals pulled the hoods back and Justin gasped. He recognized the group of Slytherins, especially Tom Riddle.

Hermione stepped in front of the two young men, “You need to know why you are here and why you will be punished.” Justin and Charlus looked at each other wondering what Tom Riddle’s girlfriend was talking about. With her new powers, Hermione was able to touch their minds. She showed them exactly what happened to her on Halloween night. When she couldn’t remember any more, Tom took over, showing them what he had seen on his arrival at the cave. Both Gryffindors felt sick as they saw what their fellow classmates had done to Hermione. Neither one of them could remember being there that night, but both knew they had, and they both realized they were in grave danger. They had heard the stories, about the supposed atrocities that Tom and his Slytherin mates had committed against Gryffindors.

Charlus, in particular, couldn’t believe that he had let this happen to Hermione, someone he had considered to be his friend. Looking at her now, he knew his friend was not in a “friendly” mood.

“Is there anything either one of you would like to say before we get started?” asked Hermione.

Justin cleared his throat, “I don’t suppose asking for your forgiveness would be of any help…would it?”

In response to his question, Hermione gave a high pitched laugh, “No, it wouldn’t.” she answered quickly and definitively “I don’t recall anyone asking me what I thought before they attacked me and raped me.”

The sweat was dripping off of Justin’s face, as he could see the odds were against him making it out of here alive. Even if he did have his wand on him, these were powerful wizards and witches holding him and Charlus here and they were outnumbered.

Hermione stepped close to Justin, “Yes, the odds are against you, “she shocked him knowing what he had been thinking, “Now you know how I felt being outnumbered; one woman to twenty men.”
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he walked away from them and turned back sharply, “To make matters worse, I was stripped naked in front of all of you.” The anger and humiliation radiated off of her as she remembered what had happened to her. “Don’t you think it is only fair to let you see how I felt that night?” Charlus licked his dry lips and tried to swallow, which was hard with no spit.

Hermione, wandless, raised her arms and screamed out, “Divesto” and the clothing was ripped away from the bodies of Charlus and Justin. Both young men wore shocked looks on their faces as their clothes were quickly taken away and also with how cold it was in the cave.

Wearing a wild look on her face, Hermione stalked back to the now naked men. “So, how does it feel?” she asked through clenched teeth, “Do you feel powerless or maybe helpless?” Tom was leaning against the cave wall enjoying the show playing out in front of them. So far, Hermione was running things the way she needed it to happen. He had ordered the others, not to intervene, unless asked by Hermione.

Lucretia and Clarice were trying not to look below the Gryffindor’s waists. Hermione though, was making it her mission to make them as nervous and as uncomfortable as possible. Walking up to Justin, she placed her hand on his chest; running her fingers lightly across his pectorals and down to his navel. Tom, trying to act not surprised, just gritted his teeth watching Hermione’s every move.

“Do you like me touching you?” Hermione questioned him in a sweet voice. “I didn’t like it when all of you were touching me.” As she continued to brush her hands over his body, she kept drawing nearer and nearer to his cock. Justin could feel his body responding to Hermione’s stroking movements. His mind was telling him to not re-act to her fondling, but his body was enjoying every touch.

“I am not here to sexually assault you, “Hermione explained to them, “but there are other things I have planned for you…that are worse!” Hermione’s anger was directed more at Justin, even though she knew Tom would not be satisfied until she punished Charlus, a little.

Hermione wanted to do the punishment, on her own, and cast an invisible barrier between her and her fellow Slytherins. Tom, realizing too late what Hermione had planned, fumed on the other side of the barrier. Hermione only looked back at him and winked. There was nothing any of them would be able to do until Hermione let the barrier down.

“You first,” she pointed at Charlus, “Why did you not try to stop the assault? I thought that you were my friend?” Charlus tried to answer, but did not have a good answer.

“Hermione, please, don’t do this,” Charlus started to beg the enraged woman in front of him. “If I could have stopped them, I’m sure I would have.”

On the other side of the barrier, Tom was heard saying, “It’s a lost cause to beg, mate, when she is in a mood like this; believe me, I know.” There were snickers heard in the cave and Hermione turned around to glare at Tom.

Turning back to her captives, Hermione closed her eyes to silently think of the spell she would use. In her mind she thought, “Crucio” and directed it to Justin and Charlus. With Hermione’s new powers, the boys felt like she was casting the actual unforgivable on them; in reality it was all being played out in their minds. The mind is a powerful thing, what it thinks it sees, the brain can convince you it is actually happening. To the observers, they saw the Gryffindors bodies shaking and trembling, their bodies pulling forcefully on the chains.

Hermione opened her eyes to glance at the young men, they both were hanging limply and their breathing was harsh and shallow. Once again, she closed her eyes, to cast the same curse, mentally, to weaken her victims. Tom and the others knew what curse she had used, but they weren’t sure how she had done it. Tom was just as intrigued as the others. Had she been gifted with powers to do wandless and wordless magic? But, he could tell there was more to her powers than this. Being a skilled Legilimens, he could sense there was mental torture going on here. How it was being accomplished was something he would have to find out from Hermione later.

Hermione closed her eyes to focus again, “Dolorio Fierus”, she cast the spell in her mind planting the words in their minds. Justin and Charlus felt the sensation of burning all of over their skin, even though they were not on fire. Their screams echoed throughout the cave. “I’m on fire…stop…” and Charlus passed out from the pain. Hermione, released Charlus, and levitated his body through an opening in the barrier.

“Take care of him. I need to keep teaching Justin a lesson.” Tom sucked in his breath as he could feel Hermione’s dark magic rising up around her. Every incident that she used some dark magic, her magical signature produced a darker aura around her. This always seemed to be an aphrodisiac for him. He loved to see Hermione using her powers.

“Enough with the mind games,” Hermione screamed angrily, “It’s time for some fun.” Tom was curious what would happen next. With the sadistic look he saw mirrored on Hermione’s face, he knew that whatever was coming next would be fun to watch.
Picking up a rock she transfigured it into a knife with a 12- inch blade. Justin’s eyes grew wide, with fear, as he saw what Hermione held in her hand.

“It doesn’t feel good having one of these so close,” bringing it within inches of his eyes, Hermione put the tip of the knife between Justin’s eyes, “Shall we play?” Abraxas looked over at Tom, who was grinning wildly.

The knife flew from Hermione landing into Justin’s hand. Tom jumped up when he saw the weapon now in the enemy’s hand. The chains binding Justin disappeared, and a look of hope flashed in his eyes; maybe, he now had a chance to defend himself.

“Mutilo Corpus” Hermione screeched as she cast the spell, sending chills in the air. Tom had only seen this spell cast once, with grisly results. With the knife in Justin’s hand and the repugnant spell cast on him, he started to slice along his chest. Whatever direction Hermione swung her hand, the knife also followed. The “Mutilo Corpus” was horrible, in that, the person under the curse mutilated their own body. With horror, Clarice and Lucretia watched as Justin now sliced his wrists and moved upwards towards his shoulders. The smell of fresh blood permeated the breathing space of the cave. Both girls turned their heads away as the mutilation continued.

The damage from the knife maimed Justin so much; he fell to the filthy ground in the cave. The dirt mixed with the blood and the open wounds and he looked worse for the wear. His hand next sliced a large “X” across his chest, similar to the one that had marred Hermione’s skin. The tears were falling down the cheeks of the bleeding Gryffindor. Between the pain and shock, from blood loss, Justin was becoming weaker and frailer. As he continued to slash his own body, his eyes grew wide with anxiety as he saw his hand moving closer to his penis. Gods! Would she really mutilate him in the area most feared by all males?

“Please, stop, “Justin muttered as his trepidation grew, “Anywhere but there.“

Hermione bent down to speak to him, “You have a choice,” she said cruelly, “You choose what to slash next, either your cock or your neck.” With that statement even Tom was a little shocked, but proud at her ruthlessness.

Before another word could be uttered, Justin reached up and slashed his own neck quickly, blood spurting onto Hermione’s robes. His body slumped to the floor as life left him.

The barrier came down and Hermione stood up. Turning to face the others, she said as if in a daze, “Don’t you hate it when your robes get so dirtied?” Lucretia and Clarice looked at each other like Hermione had gone crazy.

Hermione’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started swaying; but she did not hit the ground, as Tom’s quick reflexes caught her. Lifting her up in his arms, Tom looked at Radbourne and Alphard, “Take Charlus and Obliviate him again. He is to remember none of this.”

Tom gave instructions to Abraxas and Casper, “I want no trace left of this mess…at all. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lord Voldemort,” and the two Death Eaters bowed to their leader. “Lucretia and Clarice, come with me. We must get to Hogsmeade to make our presence known.” Lucretia, walking besides Tom, took out her wand, “Scourgify” and Hermione’s robes were once again made new. Tom nodded his head, in thanks, to her and they descended the mountainside.
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Solemnly sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, sat Hermione and her friends. No one said a word as the landscape hurried by outside. Tom put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, drawing her close and she laid her head against him.

Tom’s voice broke the silence, “You were amazing back there,” he complimented Hermione. “You have been avenged, my love; it is over and will be spoken of no more. “

His eyes roamed over all that were in the compartment. “Is that understood?” After receiving acknowledgement from all who had witnessed the retaliatory acts, that had taken place that day, Tom smiled and said, “We are ready now, for us all, to have a Happy Christmas,” Hermione felt great warmth as she closed her eyes and fell asleep securely in Tom’s arms.


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Coming up: Christmas at Malfoy Manor