The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 4
Mind Warping

Hermione and Harry reached Ministry hospital. They where wrapped tightly in their cloaks and covering their faces with their hoods, due to the nail piercing winds and frigid rain. Harry and Hermione looked around to find the building surrounded by aurors and ministry officials.

“I don’t think we are going to be able to get in Harry,” Hermione stuttered with chills running down her spine.

Harry looked down at her and rubbed his hands along her back, making her feel warm almost instantly. Hermione looked back up to see Harry still looking determined. Harry longed to get near Patricia, and he had felt horrible for the way he was acting with Hermione; he felt a sense of duty that he needed to fulfill. She had been suffering, and Harry wasn’t the type of guy who cheated – so this new sense of uncertainty was binding him to Patricia. He wasn’t sure how he felt towards her anymore, but he needed to be there for her and comfort her. The feelings he felt towards Hermione where on a whole new level of understanding and love. It was something he never achieved with anyone he’d ever been with.

Harry and Hermione walked up to the door to speak with the guards, uncertain how they were going to get in. Harry grabbed for the door, but was stopped when a wizard held his wand to Harry’s face. Harry looked at the wand, then at the man who was holding it with great malice and dislike.

“What do you think you’re doing,” the wizard asked defiantly, glaring at Harry and Hermione. Harry started to laugh,

Hermione looked at Harry with a smirk on her face; playing along but at the same time wondering why he was actually amused. “Dear sir, I would kindly remove that wand from my face or you will be in much larger state of detriment if you don’t.” At this comment, other wizards joined the man; their wands also facing them at the chest.

“Lower your hoods immediately…. Neither of you are allowed in the vicinity…. Ministry’s orders.”

Hermione and Harry, who where standing side by side, looked at the men. They did as they where asked; lowering their hoods instantaneously. The men who placed their wands at Harry and Hermione remained speechless; expressions down to the floor. Hermione was the one to speak first. “Now if you don’t mind, I suggest you get out of our way,” Hermione glared at the men looking, chiefly indignant.

The wizard kindly moved to the side “I am so…. so sorry Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger. I…I….” the man wasn’t able to speak. Hermione and Harry ignored them and walked through the double doors.

The hospital was filled with many rooms and cots, accompanied by witches and wizards. Many nurse maids running around assisted patients while calming or helping family members. Among the nursemaids was a lady that Harry recognized as Samantha White, a woman of Harry’s pastime. Samantha had worked in the Ministry with him, while he was an auror in training. Samantha was a recruiter and helped Harry get to his position of power. Trying to get her attention, Harry yelled and waved his hand out, “Sam!”

Hermione looked at Harry, who in her, opinion looked like an idiot at a muggle dog’s race. Hermione saw that he was waving to an attractive woman who had been wearing a wife beater t-shirt, muggle army pants, and combat boots. Hermione would have assumed her to be manly if it wasn’t for the magically done breast implants she was advertising. Hermione glanced at her in disgust. Hermione always disagreed with witches who magically had to re-do themselves to better improve their physical appearance. Hermione wasn’t exactly complaining about her body th. Hh. Hermione had a rather normal sized chest that spoke for itself; that is, if anyone looked. Unlike most witches of her time, Hermione kept herself modest. She refused to unleash her physical features to get far in life. At least that was her plan, but Snape had other situations in mind. Shivering at this, Hermione watched as the woman clomped over to Harry, giving him a hug instantly.

“Harry, I’m so glad to see you,” she said, smiling broadly. The woman looked at Hermione frowning slightly, edging herself between Harry and Hermione. “So…. who is your little friend?” the woman called Sam asked.

Hermione was appalled, now looking at her at her like she was a piece of manure. Hermione spoke out before Harry, “um…excuse me,” Hermione said, tapping her on the shoulder bringing her bitchiness out. “The name is Hermione Granger, if you don’t mind.”

Harry could sense a catfight coming. “Um…yes Samantha, this is my good friend Hermione”, Harry said placing his hand on Hermione’s shoulder trying to stop the tension. Hermione was raging with hate.

Samantha looked over at Hermione like she was a piece of cow dung, “ahhh so this is the lovely Hermione Granger,” Samantha said with a high pitch in her tone. She quickly placed out her hand to shake Hermione’s. “The name is Samantha White,” the woman yelled back, mocking Hermione.

Hermione looked at her hand and instead of disgracing it; she shook it profusely, making the woman cringe. This made Hermione feel better.

Harry stopped the intrusion of hand shaking and asked Samantha where Patricia might be. Samantha smiled and led them to a corner room filled with more ministry officials; which included the Minister of Magic; Cornelius Fudge and Sirius Black (who was accompanied with various other witches and wizards Harry recalled meeting one time or another).

Upon entering the room, Sirius walked over to Harry, giving him a manly fatherly hug. “Harry, I’m so glad that you’re here.” Sirius said, bringing Hermione and Harry to a corner, leaving Samantha by her lonesome.

“Sirius, what is going on….I am so worried.” Harry said his eyes filled with worry.

“Harry, we did some major analyses on her brain waves, and we have found a message.” Sirius answered back, lowering his voice down to a whisper. Hermione and Harry listened intently.

“A message? Hermione asked looking worried.

Sirius nodded his head, looked behind him, and spoke again, “yes, Patricia has been mind warped. Whoever this person is, he or she is trying to get a message to someone. Mind warping is very dangerous magic; only few wizards know how to do it. The last known wizard of the age was Dumbledore. If preformed indigently, it can cause major head trauma, hallucinations on both parties, and the end result is death.” Sirius said sill speaking very quiet.

Harry looked from Sirius then to Hermione, “I talked to Parvati Patil, Hermione’s roommate, and she said that Patricia was muttering an arrangement of words. Is that the message?” Harry asked looking at Sirius again.

Sirius looked at Harry, “no, that is only the first stage in the mind warping. When mind warping is transferred successfully, there are many stages one must go through. The first stage is tension and nervousness; which also may include sudden panic attacks. The second stage changes quite frequentas Ias I’ve recently discovered while I reading up on some cases. One of the cases mentions the third stage is spasms and levitation. Now I don’t believe that Patricia went through that, she went through involuntary synod spasms.

These often include a form of unavoidable spasms, and informalities. The other wizards on duty reported that her eyes seemed to roll back into her head and dissipate from view. She also repeated several words in repetition. Now, we are worried about this frankly because in the processes of Mind Warping the involuntary pronunciation of words is the sixth stage, and isn’t known to appear so soon or even out of order. Soon after she was sedated, she seemed to skip several stages. The message we’ve encrypted is similar to the pronunciation she used. Ms. Patil was very overtaken by this and insists that Patricia grabbed her arm, and held tightly. Now, there is no known record of a Mind Warped person to use physical strength. We are still looking into that matter, but so far are unsuccessful.”

“This is just so much to take in,” Harry said, trying to find a seat to sit in.”

Hermione quickly grabbed a couple of chairs and watched Samantha approach. “Harry, I must head off now, my shift is coming to a close” Samantha shot her hand out, but Harry shot out of his chair and walked her to the door, giving her a hug as she left. Hermione decided she wasn’t going to waste her energy and kept still sneering at the woman as she left. Sirius was needed and left Hermione there waiting for Harry.

Harry soon came back and sat down, placing his hand on Hermione’s leg, rubbing her knee. Harry looked over at Hermione, who seemed to be angry because she was ignoring his hand and was staring at the opposite wall. “Hermione, is something the matter?” Harry asked, leaning over to her side.

Hermione didn’t answer. She knew that she shouldn’t be mad, but for somehow she couldn’t help herself. Harry figured he needed to leave her alone, so he got up and walked over to the wizards who where crowding another entryway. Harry was determined that Patricia was in the other room. Harry soon weaved his way in and out of wizards and finally reached Sirius.

“Sirius, I want to see Patricia, Harry demanded. Sirius looked at his godson and agreed to let him through. Harry made his way to the door, following Sirius close behind. Sirius reached the guards watching the door. The guards moved aside letting the door slide open to reveal a large bed to the farthest wall. Harry and Sirius walked inside sliding the door behind them. Harry slowly walked over to the bedside and looked at Patricia. Her hair was in shambles, her arms where locked down with hexes. Her eyes where closed, and her breathing seemed even. Harry glanced at her pale arms; he placed his hand on her hand and felt a shudder – they where ice cold. Harry looked at the doctor who was pacing the side of the room while studying a chart that was floating in the air.

Harry walked over to him, leaving Sirius by Patricia. “Excuse me sir,” Harry asked, tapping the man on the shoulder.

The doctor spun around facing Harry, and started to speak when an alarm sounded above Harry. At this noise, the doctor, among the wizards from outside, ran to Patricia’s bedside. Each of their faced appeared worried. Harry followed them as quickly as he could. He shoved his way up to the bed to see what was happening. PatrPatricia was sitting up, her arms still locked to her side; her eyes opened, revealing a color of blood red. She then spoke, which made everyone jump. “You all need to prepare for the arrival of the heir! Danger awaits those who stand in her way! Be prepared for the day is yet to come.” With that said, Patricia collapsed back onto the bed.

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Hermione sat and waited for Harry to get back from the room he entered. The emotions she was feeling for him were becoming unbearable. She was insanely jealous, it was making her hormones do crazy things. She hated when any woman would talk to him. She hated that he was in the other room with Patricia; even though she was his girlfriend. Why was this happening to her, out of all the things she had been through? This was the hardest. Thinking about him brought butterflies and energy to her abdomen. He was so intoxicating when she was with him, imagining his hands on her made her heart leap.

Hermione soon saw the wizards and witches retrfromfrom the room they where in, bringing Harry along with them. Each official was talking at a fast rate, writing things down on large amounts of parchment. When Harry finally reached her, his feelings were displaced in his eyes. Hermione got up and they left the room. Hermione ran with him, as he was walking at a fast pace. He suddenly stopped and pushed Hermione and himself in an abandoned hallway. He laid her against the wall and looked into her eyes. As he touched her hair, he thought to himself. He had seen a lot of things in his life, but he could never imagine something as dangerous and frightening as he had just experienced. He felt bad for Patricia… yes, but he also felt like being comforted by the woman that captivated his heart. This woman was right in front of him; he didn’t want anyone else. Playing with her hair, twisting and looping it around his fingers, he hugged her tightly, breathing hard into her shoulder.

Hermione hugged Harry back, wanting him to do more. She knew he needed comforting, and shcidecided that she would push any feelings that she had away and comfort him as a friend and nothing more. He needed Hermione Granger the friend, not Hermione Granger the lover; and she would have to learn to live with it. Hermione tightly hugged Harry until he pulled away.

“I want to get out of here, it’s depressing me.” Harry said looking into her eyes.

“I think its best,” Hermione said, agreeing.

“I’ll take you home,” Harry said, pushing her hair out of her eyes, but still holding onto her.

Hermione smiled, “How about this…. we go back home, and I’ll make you your favorite dinner.” Hermione said sounding cheerful.

Harry’s frown changed into a smile. “That sounds wonderful, Harry said hugging her again. As they hugged, they apparated to Hermione’s.

Hermione and Harry arrived to an empty home. They walked into the kitchen to find a note left by Parvati. The note consisted of her joining Seamus forner ner instead of eating what she had made earlier. The truth was, Parvati wasn’t od cod cook; she usually burned her dinners.

Hermione placed the note down along with her cloak. Harry watched as she set down the required ingredients for her food making. Hermione was such a good cook; he didn’t know why she didn’t do it for a living. She might not think her cooking was good, but in Harry’s mind it was superb. While she was sautéing and preparing food, Harry decided to set out a nice dinner setting for the two of them. He wanted this to be nice, since she was doing everything in her power to make sure he felt comfortable. Harry placed the muggle china she received from her mom, and arranged candles that spread throughout the dining area. The dining area was a grand room that made Harry feel romantic. The room sat fifteen guests and was accompanied by a grand piano and a ballroom. Of course, Hermione hardly used this room, even though people insisted she throw parties.

After dinner was served, Harry escorted Hermione into the room while he covered her face with his hand. Wiping his hand away, she awed; smiles forming in her face. “Oh Harry, it looks just fantastic” she gasped. Harry just knew how to please a woman. Even if he wasn’t planning on it, Hermione thought.

Dinner was delicious, Harry thought to himself. She really knew how to cook. The wine Harry put out was absolutely splendid, and it was making Harry feel a little nge.nge. Harry had been drunk before, but he tried to hold his liquor, knowing what it could do to a man in the presence of the woman he loved.

Hermione was feeling the same way though; she was a little tipsy, but not to the extent of not knowing her surroundings. She looked over at Harry who was also looking at her, and their eyes locked. Harry knew he loved her; he had no doubt in his mind that he didn’t. He just didn’t know if she felt the same. He needed to find out, his feelings where growing too strong at this point – he couldn’t live a lie. The kiss that transpired between them seemed real to him; he just wanted to know if what he was dreaming was real. Harry didn’t know it, but Hermione was feeling more and more sexual feelings for him. It was something she couldn’t withhold; the sexual tension that she felt was likely to burst if she didn’t tell him how she felt.

“Harry, I was wanting to go in the Jacuzzi tonight, would you like to join me? We haven’t been in awhile and I have been feeling tense.” Hermione asked, licking her lips.

Harry looked over at her, and a large bulge in his pants started to form. Seeing her licking her lips and asking to go into a hot steamy tub was just what he needed. True, he had seen her in a swimsuit before, beverever when he was feeling the way he felt at that moment.

“Absolutely. The only problem is, I don’t have any trunks,” Harry said, now focusing on her lips again.

Hermione looked at him, thinking of telling him that he didn’t need trunks but decided against it. “Well I think Seamus left some over here last time we went. I’m sure you can borrow his. Hermione smiled and they exited the table. Harry put a spell on the dishes, which made them clean themselves while he followed Hermione up to Parvati’s room. Hermione soon came out with a black pair of trunks. “Here you go; I will be down in a second. You wouldn’t mind in putting the bubbles on would you?” Hermione asked walking in the direction of her room.

“No, not a problem,” Harry said, walking down the stairs.

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Hermione walked outside sporting a red muggle bikini that made Harry’s eyes melt. Her cleavage spilling out of her top, she sank into the tub where he was sitting.

“You look um….nice. I….uh….brought us some drinks” Harry said, handing her a glass of wine.

Hermione looked at Harry, from what she could see she liked the view. She wanted him badly, and it wasn’t going to be easy to control herself. She sat herself on the nearest step and awed as the warm water made its way to every part of her body. Harry watched as she sat down. She was so intoxicating it made him ache. His lower half was already feeling the realization that Hene wne was yet a foot away and was half naked.

He saw her arch her back and decided she needed help with it. “Do you want me to give you a back massage? Looks like you need it,” Harry asked, expecting to get turned down.

Hermione looked over at him and willingly obliged, “oh yes, please do.” Hermione moved her body into his lap.

Shocked by this Harry separated his legs to let her sit. Hermione moved herself to the empty spot between him; while she sat, she could feel how happy he seemed to have her close to him. This made Hermione very excited, maybe he really did want her, Hermione thought. Harry placed his hands on Hermione’s neck and started massaging her. He moved his hands her back. Pressing his thumbs into her skin; he noticed that she really was tense. He couldn’t stop himself; he moved his hands slowly down to her lower back. She started to moan in pleasure.
This made his lower body grow. He tightly squeezed her body to his and moved his hands around her waist, touching and caressing her stomach. Feeling her tight body close to his pelvis made Harry moan as he moved his mouth to the back of her neck.

Hermione felt like the world was closing in, and it was only the two of them. Harry’s hands where moving all around her; it felt intoxicating. His mouth was only inches from her neck, waiting for axis. She let him. She placed her hand around to his neck and pushed his savoring mouth down upon her body. She wanted his mouth upon other places at the moment, but placement was heaven.

Harry knew she wanted him; he could feel her body clinging to his front as her hands slid along his neck. He was kissing her, hard and soft, letting his hand trace up towards her chest. Inches from pleasure, he placed his fingertips under the material of her swimsuit top and moved his way up to her sexual spots. Finally, he entered the private sanction of her womanhood and it is pure liberation. Hermione moaned as his fingers teased and taunted. He moved his other hand down to her immoral being. Harry caressed her legs as she willingly spread them apart, allowing him more access he dare desired.

Hermione couldn’t take it anymore; she quickly moved to face Harry, whose eyes were filled with passion. “Kiss me,” Hermione asked, placing her hands on his face.

Harry did as he was told, wanting her more than ever. He placed his hands over her back and pushed her harder into his body. Moving himself off the wall, he replaced Hermione’s body where his once laid. Kissing her savory mouth he moaned with desire. Slowly again, he moved his hands over her breasts, teasing them for more.

Hermione slowly takes Harry’s hands and helps him undo her top. Harry freed the clothing, and Hermione’s hands linger to the trunks that occupied his manliness. Harry quickly but seductively released her bottoms as Hermione did his. As the kissing stopped, Harry looked into Hermione’s eyes, and instantly apparated them both to Hermione’s linen sheets in her bedroom. Soaked in water, Harry slid his hands over Hermione’s bodily form. Looking upon her, Harry looses self-control. Getting on top of her, Harry starts to kiss her again. Savoring every moment, he enters the beauty before him; it is pure heaven.

Hermione looks at Harry as he enters and it is the most wonderful feeling she has ever felt. She moans in ecstasy as their bodies collide. Throughout the night, the dark blue-sky heard music of moans of wanton until all there was left was silence.