Triads born from ashes

Standard and general disclaimer: Just a quick not that I am not the original creator of the Harry Potter series. Not even remotely connected with JK Rowling or WB productions that produce the Harry Potter movies.

Warning! This story will contain SEX! Mentions of beatings and brutal rapes (not described in detail), mentions of battles and attacks over the world (not described in detail).

A warning must be acknowledged that the female characters of Harry Potter series will be writing along with two wizards at all times. Expect detailed descriptions of sexual acts, expect sex acts between males with a female either watching or participating in sex act.

No wipes or chains but bondage yes, slight spanking but more of flirting with females or males. Oral sex, some anal sex, vaginal sex, kissing and anything else I can come up with.

Triads born from ashes Five
Chapter Five: missing person is named, and the unbroken mind is awakened.

Hogwarts Great Hall

For a few days the Slytherins ragged on Draco and his relationship with Harry Potter a Gryffindor of all people. Even Snape and Granholm got into the act during Potions for Harry not even caring would sit next to Draco during class mildly flirting with him in front of everyone. It was comical to see Snape standing in front of the class giving his usual lecture on Potions his mouth and lips would sometimes quiver when he looked around at the class asking each several questions.

“Mr. Potter, please tell me the benefits of moonslag in the cleverness Potion” he asked.

Harry who was lightly touching under the table Draco here and there snapped to “moonslag, well sir that ingredient needs to be processed while fresh, which I think we have some in the greenhouses, while fresh the roots of the flower would not only enable the person drinking the Potion would experience a clearer mind, but the brewer would also have the experience during processing of the flower. Basically it clears the mind of unwanted or undesirable thoughts.”

Nodding at him “Correct Mr. Potter, tell me Mr. Malfoy tell me the benefits of the dried version of this plant.” He asked swinging his gaze to him.

Looking up Draco yet again slapped Harry’s hand away to answer the teacher “Well the dried version wouldn’t work sir, it needs to be process fresh for any Potion, but the flowers themselves can give off this heady aroma that would spread throughout the area.”

Nodding his head “Correct, but what of this aroma?” he asked a slight quiver on his lips.

Frowning in thought Draco looked down at his book, then looked up with a sheepish grin “Well sir this aroma has the tendency of causing amorous thoughts.”

“Is that so Mr. Malfoy, tell me have you perchance sniffed any moonslag flowers lately?” he quipped not able to hold off any longer.

Draco just glared at his Professor “No” he muttered turning away. His peers behind him only lightly chuckled or sniggered.

“Really, one does wonder…” Snape quipped turning around to the blackboard to write down the recipe for the Potion of the day.

Ron and Jennifer left for the chess competition with Professor Lupin going along just to observe, he came back pockets slightly enlarged and a trophy in his other hand a big satisfied grin on his face. Remus was about jumping for joy telling all the professors what he saw during the competition later that day in the staff room. Arthur himself went along to see his son compete for the first time smiling all the way during the game. Arthur was so proud of his son he gave him a hug again in the Great Hall claming how proud he was of him.

This time along with Dumbledore, Dr. Winkler helped the eight figures out just what they could do now. Hagrid was consulted about the wings, he brought out Buckbeak from hiding so they could watch and observe just how the hippogriff takes off the ground to fly.

It was Ted Nott who first got enough strength in his wings to levitate a few feet off the ground. When he landed he was breathing hard panting between words to describe the feeling of flying on his own. The rest were all fired up about increasing there strength and agility to fly, that all of them along with several others who stood around on the ground or in the air on brooms to help them if needed. For this practice Hagrid and Oliver Wood got together to make out a program for the students to learn from.

A few days went by classes continued as normal; teacher’s assigned essays and projects for the students to complete. Dr. Winkler with Dumbledore’ permission started a world history of Magic class that just about every fifth, sixth and seventh year joined. Dr. Winkler had this ability to enthrall the students, by using old types of Magic and known practices she set out to prove to not only Professor Binns who she continued to argue with on a daily bases, but she had them recreating several projects how the ancients did all those years ago.

Class had just let out Harry and Ron were walking to the Great Hall quietly talking about there own seventh year projects. Harry had spoken with Professor Dumbledore about what Draco suggested; he in turn thought that it was a great idea if he could pull it off. In Order to finish the project Harry spoke with Snape about what he wanted to do, Snape agreed to speak with Harry going over several points Harry was fuzzy on due to the fact he wasn’t even born then.

“Did Snape think it was a good idea?” Ron asked.

Pondering for a minute “At first no he wasn’t all that thrilled with it, but after I explained in detail what I wanted to do he agreed that it would be a unique way of defending from the Dark Arts by preventing someone from getting that far.” Harry had to point out.

“True Harry but not only with yours, his and Professor Dumbledore you would be able to map out a timeline of just when Riddle turned.” Ron told him. “I really do think that Draco pointed you out into a direction that only you could do Harry.”

“Did I hear my name?” he said walking up to him from ruins class.

Giving Draco a light pat on his behind “Yes we were just talking about he thesis that you directed me too.”

“Oh you’re going to do it then? Good, good” Draco nodded to him flexing his butt muscles so Harry’ hand slipped further down.

Looking over at him Harry grinned but continued to rub his ass giving Ron a wink as he did so.

Rolling his eyes “And you comment about me and Jennifer…” he snorted.

A few times Harry sat with Draco at the Slytherin table for lunch and vise versa at the Gryffindor table. The first time he sat down at the table Harry kept his eye on Snape and Dumbledore to see if they would object, but was pleasantly surprised when they only nodded to him in approval. But this time Harry wanted to eat with Ron since they were trying to see if they could join there own thesis together since some of what they were each researching crossed over.

“Now what about those druids you were saying…” Harry asked piling his plate with food.

Leaning over “Do you know what those two are up too?” Ginny asked.

Sipping her juice “Oh don’t worry it’s for there thesis, you know what Ron’s doing?” Jennifer asked her.

When Ginny nodded her head “Well Harry is doing his thesis on how Voldemort got as powerful as he did, he’s also including several large Dark Lords since they’ve all used the same format. Well seems that Harry and Ron’s thesis are crossing over so much, there doing a joint venture. But I’m not really to sure how there going to do this…” Jennifer told her.

“Should be interesting with what they come up with.” Ginny commented going back to the letter her mother sent that morning.

Frowning a bit Ginny bit her lip at what her mother wrote ‘and that cat Crookshanks!’ she remembered the flat, fluffy mangy orange cat, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember just when they got the cat and what for. A tap on her shoulder brought her up short. Looking up she saw that Blaze was standing behind her a soft grin on his face. “Hello Blaise…” she greeted.

Holding out his hands Blaise flicked his eyes to Ron before settling back to the Red head before him. “Just wanted to know if you would like to take a walk after dinner with me?” he asked.

Widening her eyes Ginny looked up at the handsome Slytherin before a slight blush tainted her face “That would be perfect Blaise, thank you for inviting me.”

Bowing to her he lightly kissed her hand “My pleasure Ginny I’ll met you at the door say around six?”

“Perfect” Ginny told him, shaking a bit not quite knowing what to do now. For the past few days Blaise had been giving light kisses on her hands, light touches on her shoulders or back. Ginny knew they were pats of affection, and she enjoyed them just didn’t know how to precipitate back in kind. Blaise only smiled at her then went back to the Slytherin table a light bounce to his steps.

When Ginny looked back up she met Ron’s gaze. Ron in turn only nodded his head at her, not even objecting.

“Ron” Ginny asked a slight question in her eyes.

Sighing for he knew what she was getting at “I approve Ginny; he’s a good man and a good wizard. I know how depressed you and Harry were after you broke up, I saw what you both went through. I only want you to be happy, and if Blaise Zabini makes you happy, then all the more power to you.” Ron told her setting down his fork. He looked up at Harry “In some ways I’m also upset that you and Ginny didn’t work out like mother and father was. Mum and dad consider you a son Harry, never forget that. But after all that happened I spoke with mum about it. I convinced her that trying to get you two back together wouldn’t be healthy for either of you. You even admitted that you were not what she needed, and she you. After mum thought about it she came to the same conclusion too. Didn’t mean that she thought of you like a son any less…”

Swallowing past the lump that formed in this throat “I can’t tell you how depressed I was that we didn’t work out Ginny, while yes I was the hero on the White horse, I just wasn’t your hero on a White horse.”

“I think Harry everyone over the years had you as the hero, galloping on this great big horse to save us from our mistakes. Then reality set in and we realized or I did that you were just this kid who seemed to get lucky or unlucky depending on the issue.” Lavender commented.

Snorting “I know Lavender, oh how do I know that”

“In some ways I despise just what being adult means, in turn it is another reason why I like teaching so much. The little students remind me of the dreams I’ve had over the years for you all, the hope that I’ve had for each of you, the faith that I’ve had in my ability to steer you into a new direction.” Professor McGonagall said to them hearing the conversation making several jump in surprise.

Standing up Harry gave his head of house a surprised hug in return “And I’m learning that Professor, may take me some time for it to get through my thick head, but I’m learning it.” McGonagall only touched his head before walking away to the staff table.

While she was walking to her seat the Great Hall opened to admit a wizard heavily bleeding, mud and muck dripping off his robe. Dumbledore stood up warily with his wand out Snape and Hagrid behind him.

The wizard walked groggily to the Gryffindor table were all the boys shoved the girls behind them, several male students came over to help protect the youngest moving them away.

Standing before the bleeding and bruised man “May I help you” Harry asked his wand lightly grasped before him.

Jerking around the wizard pushed and shoved his robe off stomping it on the floor cursing in a foreign tongue. “Got a message for you” he graveled out.

Glaring now “And what is this message” Harry snapped out. Dumbledore reached him by this time.

The wizard looked up with a manic grin on his face “Do You-Know-Who’s missing?”

Harry and Dumbledore stiffened “Somewhat…”

Jeering at him “Oh lets say if you want to know what I know you’ll put that wand down” he snapped.

Rolling his eyes “Headmaster if you need…” Snape started holding a vial in his hands.

The wizard only flittered out from them creating a shield to Professor Flitwick’s stunner. “Na, Na, na not nice to attack the person who knows whose missing.” The wizard said to them backing up a bit. But unfortunately he was backing into Ian Goyle’s strong arms who only grasped him in his arms muscling him to the floor. Harry snagged the vial from Snape while Draco and Blaise forced the wizard’s mouth open.

Sitting on his chest Harry leaned down to him snarling “It’s not nice to walk in my home giving threats” he started tearing off the shirt from his arm clearing seeing the Dark Mark of a Death Eater. “You never know just what kind of trouble and traps I’ve set up”

The wizard only grinned manically “but if you give me that truth Potion, you won’t be able to find out the truth”

Flitwick who was by this time standing next to Harry guessed what the wizard was hinting at “He’s got to be a secret keeper Mr. Potter; the secret may not be divulged…”

Looking down at him it was Draco who recognized him, snarled also “Krum! I remember you during our forth year. Victor Krum the youngest paid seeker, and the youngest to play in the play offs. And it was you! You were the one…” Draco backed off snarling and swearing at him. Snape could only look back and forth between them; Blaise and Ted also were looking at Krum with complete contempt.

Leaning back Harry snarled remembering also that time, hazy memories came to him of practicing in abandoned classrooms with Ron and… temper rising even more Harry quickly took a calming breath before he spoke again “What do you want?”

“Clemency….” The wizard said.

Shaking his head “I’m sorry Mr. Krum but even if I was able to the Counsel at the IFW wouldn’t allow it. It was they who demanded the death of all Death Eaters.” Dumbledore informed him.

Sneering “Then your precious brain will die tonight” he hedged.

But Ian would not have that, he also remembered Victor Krum from the Dark Lords lair. He remembered the little girls he herded into the chambers for ‘pleasures’ and death. Bending down he flicked off Harry, Ted and Blaise who were holding him down. Grasping him Ian tossed Krum across the room snarling at him “No more death! You will tell us this secret of who you hide” he demanded him. Snape and Granholm tried to hold him back, but Ian wouldn’t have that either. Tossing them off Ian went after Krum beating and punching him forcing Krum into a corner gasping for breath.

Snarling down at him “What is the secret.” Ian demanded bending next to him “Just whisper it in my ear and all this pain will stop.” Unknown to him Ian started to hum that sent out soothing waves that washed over his victim.

Krum by this time was trying to get a lung full of air when the waves went over him. Gasping Victor felt the warmth and acceptance, dazedly looking up he saw an apparition before him. Smiling now the apparition only nodded and smiled to him whispering to him “Go ahead tell me your secret.”

“Hermione Granger, I’ve got her hidden for our Dark Lord.” Krum whispered to him.

The apparition only bend closer “Where is Granger, tell me the location” a wave of encouragement flowed over him.

“We put the girls you wanted us to at the site in the mountains of East Africa, that site you told me off” Krum said.

“What is the sites name Krum, I have to be sure you have the right one.”

“Ark’Ron site my Lord, we hid them at that site you wanted us to prepare. The ritual will work this time, and Potter will die.” The appiration only nodded in approval “I need you to break the charm now, open the secret up. You shall be richly rewarded.”

“I Victor Krum release the Fidelius charm of Hermione Granger and her charges. She’s ready my Lord for the ritual, so are all the girls. But I have to say I’m sorry the little ones didn’t make it, they were not powerful enough to handle the Magic or the preparations you had me do.” Another wave from the appiration before him and Krum slumped down asleep.

Standing back up Ian turned to the rest to see that Harry and Ron were standing together tempers barely leashed. Ginny and Lavender were crying hard along with all the seventh year girls who managed to survive, with the charm lifted they remembered there friend who was missing for all this time.

Yelling out “I need to contact mum, she’ll want to be here when you go get Hermione.” Ginny said then running out with Lavender behind her. Pavarotti slumped down at the table crying hard, Padma her sister came over to be with her.

“Fuck! The Ark’Ron site, we must hurry to East Africa Dumbledore.” Dr. Winkler said.

Looking over to her with sad and hurt eyes “Dr. Winkler?” he asked.

“That site is where dementors were first created, we must hurry now.” With those words everyone jumped to getting ready to invade that site. Harry and Ron turned to each other holding out there wands “For Hermione, we go and bring her home.” They vowed.

When Professor McGonagall first came to the Granger residence with the proposal for Hermione’s transfer, the Granger’s at first were hesitant to allow her to go. They had only been told of the war that started that summer by Moody and Lupin who came over on Hermione’s insistence for more protection. But in the end they allowed there daughter to go for McGonagall told them that Hermione would be protected there by several added Russian Aurors that the government set around the school.

So off Hermione went first to Bulgaria to visit Victor her long time pen pal, she had stayed there in his home with his parents experiencing the sites, sounds, smells and tastes of Bulgaria. Victor was the one who took Hermione shopping for robes and books to take with her.

Durmstrang pulled no stops either; Hermione was the first visitor from another school and a Muggleborn to Boot. Minister Grovacheck wasn’t taking any chances, while the governors promoted Professor Patoken the history teacher to Headmaster after Karkaroff disappeared into thin air, supposedly killed by Death Eaters for ratting out years ago, he still insisted that a contingent of Aurors surround the school grounds and inside the school itself. While Patoken tried to object Grovacheck reminded him that they not only had a female Muggleborn from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger also happened to be the best friend of the boy who lived. It was also at that time when last years fifth years owl scores were announced, and Hermione Granger was on the top five listed for the world. Specifically she was number two listed.

Grumbling Patoken suffered the Aurors who not only walked around but protected Hermione from any sort of advancement, even Krum’s to his ever lasting anger.

And the Professor’s at Durmstrang found out just how intelligent Hermione Granger was, it was only the second day when Hermione found this nifty little charm that allowed her to speak and listen to Russian, German, Bulgarian, polish, and a smattering of Jewish that was at the school. Few days later after that she found a Potion she could brew that enabled her to learn how to read these languages easier. With those two on her side the instructors at Durmstrang were hard pressed to answer all her intelligent and hard questions. The Potion teacher at Durmstrang was very impressed with her ability, offering to allow Hermione to brew complicated Potions like Polyjuice, which Hermione already knew how to brew. Watching her Professor Chovacheck noted how well she brewed giving high praises and claps on the back. The Transfiguration and Charms teacher also had to be impressed with her ability and knowledge. Frankly put they were impressed with her completely, some students also were impressed for they had someone to explain all the perplexing questions they had about the Muggle world who could explain it in a way they could understand.

The new defense teacher and she clashed at first, but they came to a grudging understanding. He was basically a supporter of Purebloods, but he could not watch as she continually beat her opponents during the duels the school had and not develop some kind of grudging respect for her character.

As the weeks went on and Hermione gathered more information in that quick and sharp mind Hermione was delighted with the large amount of books the Russian school had. Hermione and the librarian quickly became fast friends when Madam Patanko cousin to the Potion Master saw the reverence Hermione had for the books. She was able to figure out so much there that she also was able to send out owls to Dumbledore for the Order and the war effort. While yes she exchanged owls with Ron, Ginny, and Harry to a degree (only two letters were exchanged while he was in Japan and she in Russia). Since she was so far away she stayed at Durmstrang for Christmas break, Victor came to the school during that time to keep her company. While she received permission for her parents to go to Russia, she did not have permission to leave the school to travel. Dumbledore himself sent a letter to her through Fawkes that it was best if she stayed at the school since Voldemort was about for blood. Lots and lots of blood, and he wanted her safe.

The Minister of Russia had one of the Aurors there who knew how to speak English be a contact person for Hermione if she ever needed them or Dumbledore for any reason. Misha Paralov was assigned for that reason that Hermione got to know and the Aurors had Hermione’s schedule down pat after a few days. They joked that they needed hazard pay for some where hog tied into carrying those large, dusty, and fragile books for Hermione back to the room she was giving.

One would think that with her considerable knowledge that Hermione would have been able to tell that someone was spiking her food and drink. But by the time she realized it her brain was fuzzy, muddled and she was so fatigued it wasn’t even funny. Fawkes hadn’t been by in weeks with any news or enquires for assistance from Ginny or Ron or even the Order. Looking into the mirror Hermione let out a blood curling scream of horror seeing the thing staring back at her. Misha standing outside barged in hearing that, seeing Hermione stare at herself as if she awoken from a nightmare.

Spinning around “Misha…” Hermione started a question in her eyes.

Sighing at her “My dear we know, we’ve been trying to figure out who did this to you.” Misha started.

Shaking her head “I…I…I…I don’t understand. I felt fine yesterday.” Hermione insisted.

Looking at her fully Misha walked forward staring in her eyes, for weeks now only a few select knew that someone was trying to poison her, but every imaginable way someone could put the level of control over the student wasn’t found. But Hermione herself wasn’t that corruptive either she fought and denied any problem defying the help. Misha was ordered to report to only a few select higher ups, they were trying to keep it under wraps so they could catch the individual who was doing this. Taking the shocked girl by the wand Misha quickly had another Auror retrieve the Healer they had consulted about her. The Healer came in quickly examining the patient for they didn’t know how long this agreement would last. Taking the blood sample proved to be a blessing that day, for when school started back up again Hermione was back to being what she was before. They knew every night Hermione was screaming in horror calling out for her mother, Dumbledore, Harry or Ron asking for help but they had no idea just what the hell was going on. Even if the Aurors were in her room shaking and yelling at her Hermione wouldn’t wake up. She had lost weight; her hair was limp and brittle, breaking off in clumps in her hand. Her skin was taunt, pale and so translucent you could literally see the veins pumping blood. She was so emaciated that they tried to hand feed her, but Hermione was under control of someone else and refused to eat any food from there hand. And they had no idea how to break that enchantment.

Finally the Healer managed to identify the poison while the counter agent was administered; but there was something else that was enabling the enchantment. Misha who had over the weeks had gotten to know Hermione very well was going through her belongings everyday trying to figure out what or who was cursing her charge. It had gotten to the point that all the Aurors would just surround Hermione forbidding anyone from approaching her. When Krum came to see her just before school ended a box of chocolates in his hands, he was forbidden to see her.

It was just pure luck the Minister summoned the Headmaster to the Ministry for some reason that kept him away from the school for a week. And again during that time Hermione awoke from her hazy, dazed enchantment. Quickly the Aurors had Hermione sequestered in another area for a couple of weeks trying to keep the distance from the school to see if that helped. Sure enough away from the school Hermione was awake and was demanding to know what she missed while under that spell. Drilling the Aurors about her behavior Hermione was able to pinpoint just when the curse started, which they agreed with, but the issue was just what was done to her.

Sadly they had to return to the school for the end of term, but for some odd reason Hermione continued to stay awake. At night she was so afraid to sleep that Misha or Ivan another Auror she trusted would sit by her side rubbing her back trying to help her to get some sleep. Every time Hermione closed her eyes the nightmares would start, the bad thing was she couldn’t even describe what horrified her so. It was a mind game plan and simple they knew, and they finally had to pull the defense instructor in to see if he could help Hermione during those nightmares. The Professor’s knew something was happening to there exchange student, but at that level they had no clue. Just that Hermione was lifeless and listless during the day. The Potion Master was trying to brew a very potent nutritional Potion for her since she had become a favorite of his, but atlas after taken the Potion Hermione threw up so violently they stopped giving her any sort of Potions.

And that was what gave Hermione a clue to what was going on. There was an old curse that lasted for months literally sucking the life out of someone, giving nightmares, doing everything that she was going through. Sad thing was that book was at Hogwarts and not at Durmstrang. Wisely Hermione told Misha and Ivan about that book at Hogwarts before Hermione went back into that private hell.

A quick trip and Misha had the Russian Ministry ask for that book at Hogwarts and Misha and Ivan read it cover to cover finding out that the curse was simply called the ‘nightmare and slavery curse’. When completed it would turn the victim into the enchanters slave in everyway. Scores of women during the Roman times were put under this curse by the evil Dark Lord who hated women with a passion. But this level of enchantment would take approximately a year to finish and Hermione was brought out twice so far. Luckily Misha was able to break the enchantment and Hermione was able to heal.

But not enough in time before Voldemort himself came to Russia with his Death Eaters attacking the school over the summer she stayed there. Lying on her bed trying to doze Hermione became aware of yelling and screaming off in the distance. Opening the door she saw that Misha and Ivan were outside watching below.

“Misha?” Hermione started.

Looking back quickly “Hero please stay…” Misha ordered.

Suddenly the door was blasted through and men with Black robes poured through, seeing them Hermione hissed ‘Death Eaters Misha, the Death Eaters are here’. Zipping through the halls Hermione dragged and pulled the younger years away from the fighting that they now could hear the Aurors engaged with.

Heavy footsteps ran towards her snippets of curses in Russian and Bulgarian flew around. Looking back Hermione whimpered seeing that the Death Eaters were getting closer. Blasting the walls to create a diversion Hermione ran as fast as she could, sending off blasting hexes and curses to slow them down. Relieved she could see the woods up ahead, gasping and wheezing for she still wasn’t all that better yet, the younger years spilled into the woods and to safety. Following behind them Hermione had them continue to run for the safe place Misha and Ivan set up for her sometime ago if she needed an out right away.

While the students managed to get to the clearing of safety the students touched the statue that was in the middle portkeying them away to a safe house Hermione was battling the Death Eaters that surrounded her, and Hermione was doing everything she could to get to that statue and safety.

Blasting through a tree that keeled over on some Death Eaters created a hole, emboldened now Hermione continued to use the trees and brush to her advantage hoping to get that hole larger and larger. But she did not see that another Death Eater simple run up to her knocking her down flat. Kicking and screaming Hermione tried to scramble away from her attacker to no effect. A stunner ended her struggles.

When she woke up her robes were torn off and her clothes were dirty and muddy. Looking through her Red and puffy eyes she could tell that her hands and feet were encased in manacles.

A chuckle off to her side let her know someone else was in the room with her.

“Who’s there?” Hermione weakly asked.

Footsteps came closer to her, two Red eyes stood in front of her “Somehow mudblood I don’t think you really want to know that answer.”

A horrified look came over her as she gazed at Voldemort herself for the first time. “Voldemort…” she let out in a whisper.

But he heard her, reaching out he brought up her head forcing her to look at him “You mudblood do not have the right to speak my name” he snarled smacking her across the face.

For some odd reason Hermione looked back at him sneering back “Fine Tom Riddle then.” She retorted. Not a smart thing to do she found out a half second later.

“Crucio”

Screaming out in pain, Hermione withered and jerked around as Voldemort held the curse on her. It was sometime later when Hermione woke up again she realized that she passed out from the pain of the curse. Whimpering for her muscle were still jerking and seizing from the curse Hermione softly keened her pain.

Throughout the days and weeks she was held captive various Death Eaters would torture her with either fists or wands. Buckets of water either burning hot or bitter cold water were splashed on her with a jeering comment about her smell; moldy crusts of bread were her only food that was thrown at her. To weak to even pick up the food Hermione let the food drop to the floor where the rats would snap up the unwanted food. Her only reason for living now was a mantra that she said over and over in her mind during those periods of torture was ‘if Harry and Ron can do this, so can I’.

But the Death Eaters heard this also, so they included a Potion to muddle her thoughts, for Hermione to only violently throw up anyway. What did confuse and anger them was that Hermione was slated for ‘pleasuring’ of the Death Eaters. No matter who or how viral was not able to penetrate Hermione that way, a truth Potion was administered, and then thrown up by Hermione. So a truth spell was applied to find out why.

Hermione had to admit that Misha the Auror charmed her with a chastity spell to prevent that while they tried to break the original enchantment. That particular enchantment was so strong no one was able to break it, even Voldemort him self. Even if they killed Misha which would normally break that type of curse would only allow a person who Hermione trusted completely to penetrate her. And it was Hermione also her self who could only take that enchantment off, but she had to be in a completely protected and safe environment to do so. So they abandoned the rape of Granger to only occasionally torture her whenever something happened wrong.

The only bright spot was that sometimes a witch or wizard that she felt she knew would come down and feed her clean water and give her small bites of food whispering to her ‘me and some friends are trying to escape, please Granger take this food, we mean to get you out of here with us’. Drinking the water Hermione begged the person to let her lay on the floor; her arms and shoulders were an agonizing pain all the time.

Shaking her head “I’m sorry Granger, but they would know someone is trying to help you, and we need them to forget about us.” The Dark Lord had applied an enchantment forbidding any wand work of the younger Death Eaters since some others managed to escape free. It was they who gave them the courage to try to escape, but they needed to bid there time for the Dark Lord and the higher Death Eaters were being especially careful. Already Voldemort and his Death Eaters had experienced major losses in the war, various Death Eaters were captured and questioned by the war generals to the point that Voldemort had to modify the Dark Mark to let him know just when a Death Eater spilled there guts for clemency. During this time the witch kept up a conversation with the captive letting her know that the other side was winning the war giving encouragement, but Voldemort was planning something else that did concern her friend Potter, just what she didn’t know.

Another time a wizard was the one who held the water as Hermione drank deeply and slowly to savior the taste of clean water. A small sandwich was held out to her encouraging her to eat. The wizard leaned forward ‘please Granger eat, you need to keep your strength’ but Hermione was at the end of her rope. Her eyes prickling she blinked furiously to hold them back. But the wizard in front saw her eyes, wrapping his arms around her ‘cry Granger while I’m here’ he encouraged. Not knowing who to believe Granger sniffed and hiccupped for a few moments begging them to get her out of there.

“I’m sorry were still trying to figure out a way to leave, but please keep heart we will find a way.” He told her holding out the water so she could drink.

But those times were very few and far between, it got to a point that Hermione believed that they forgot about her in the cage cold, alone and scared. And to a point she was right, it was only when a battle went completely cocked up that they remembered her in the cage, a release for there temper. Being cold and scared was somewhat easy to handle verses the sheer terror she went through when they opened the door with a crash snarling and snapping at her, but during those times the sheer loneliness of her situation was what was creeping up her spine taking hold freezing her mind.

A few weeks went by, the witch was back giving water and this time a nutrient bar made by the Muggles she managed to sneak in the compound hoping that Granger would able to stomach the bar. Luckily Granger was able to eat the soft and chew bar she remembered from her childhood. The witch bend down next to Hermione who by now was slumped on the floor after her manacles were broken sometime ago by a Death Eater in a rage. Flicking a wand smuggled in a blanket covered her “be prepared Granger, for it will be tonight we get to leave…” was all she said leaving the clean and cool water for her to drink.

Nodding her head Hermione watched the witch leave the cage gasping with surprise when she recognized Millicent Bulstrode from Hogwarts.

Turning back to her “Yes I can tell you see me finally, means the Potion I’ve been giving you has healed your eyes. Please Granger believe me when I say that tonight will be the night.”

Sure enough later that night a very large explosion rocked the grounds of the lyre sending boulders crashing down everywhere. In the dungeons where she was located at Hermione scrapped and scrounged down protecting her head crying out in alarm at the sudden sound, someone burst in her cage door wide open. Arms reached down and carried her out of the cage ‘hurry we must run’ was snapped at her. Helping as much as she could Hermione and the witch ran from the lyre seeing in the background Death Eaters engaged with Aurors, Order members and wizards in military outfits.

The witch half dragged half carried the captive into the woods were her friends awaited.

“Good you made it” one said coming on the other side of Hermione helping to ease her load.

Letting them take charge Hermione willingly submitted to there demands knowing that she was free for the first time in months. But Hermione could only go so far and so fast before her energy was used up. Slumping down to the ground “Go, I’m only holding you back” she told them.

Shaking her head “No Granger you’ve managed to survive this long” Millicent told her carrying her again. This time a wizard was on her other side helping her, looking over at him Hermione gazed at him trying to remember if she ever met him before.

Seeing the look he chuckled “Sorry we never met, I graduated a year or so before you started Hogwarts. But I too have heard of you and your intelligence.” Was all he said.

Shrugging her shoulders Hermione continued on relieved sometime later when they stopped for the night in an abandoned hut in the woods.

Millicent deposited her on the floor flicking her wand creating a soft and warm place for Hermione to rest her weary head. Gratefully Hermione laid her head down and promptly went to sleep.

Looking around the room Millicent watched as her long time friend Pansy created a meal in the cauldron.

Adding a few ingredients Pansy flicked her eyes between Hermione passed out on the floor to the cauldron of soup she was making. Pansy herself had gone down to the dungeons a few times to give her water and bits of food, coming back to the barracks crying and shaking for she had witnessed the Death Eaters Gregory and Vincent brutally beat Granger to a bloody pulp along with others that used her for a punching bag.

Shaking her head “How much longer should we stay here?” Pansy asked concerned about the time.

A male voice at the rear of her answered “As long as it takes for Granger to get some energy back, surprised she lasted this long alive down there as she did.”

“Courage and bravery of a Gryffindor” was all Pansy said.

So they waited and watched around giving Granger time to store up some energy and heal a bit. Not once did Granger even awake exhausted as she was, Pansy had done a few healing spells noting broken ribs, clavicle, torn shoulders, bleeding gums from the teeth torn out of her and enough bruises and tears in her skin more than she knew what to do.

Letting her hands drop Pansy cried out “I don’t know where to start.” she admitted.

The wizard answered again “No matter once we get to the portkey area we’ll turn Granger over to Madam Pomfrey, she will be the one who will know what to do.” He assured her.

But that wasn’t to be the case they found hours later when Hermione managed to stay awake enough. The Death Eaters found them later while they were in the process of hurrying to the portkey. Another battle ensued, but this time the escapee’s had an advantage, it was the sheer numbers on there side for only three Death Eaters found them as they were walking, along with Hermione who managed to find some hidden strength was chucking rocks or sticks at them along with Pansy, Millicent and the two wizards who managed to escape with them.

With two Death Eaters down they dragged Hermione again to the portkey that was just up ahead, it was Pansy who found it calling to them to hurry. Millicent and the two wizards with Hermione between them rushed forth to the portkey. Suddenly the lone Death Eater started another volley of spells forcing the four of them to duck for cover, one wizard grabbed the portkey yelling for the others to hold on, Pansy looked down seeing that Hermione was on the ground crawling to them her hand reached out to touch. Quickly Pansy leaned forward to her to help yelling at the wizard to hold on as she did so. But the wizard didn’t hear her right, he thought she was telling Granger to hold on and activated the portkey leaving Granger on the ground by the tree stump crying out for them to come back.

Crying on the ground Hermione cried hard calling ‘come back, come back’ to the empty air. Footsteps came close freezing her on the ground. A face leaned over the stump sneering “Going somewhere?”

Through her tears Hermione gazed at the Death Eater knowing that her life was at an end. Wiping them away Hermione decided to look upon the face of her executioner gasping ‘Victor…’ as she did so.

Nodding at her “Yes Hermione” he sneered “your pen pal. Stupid mudblood did you ever think you would escape me?” Tisking at her Victor leaned down grabbing her hand dragging her over the ground. “For almost a year I worked on that spell to make you my slave but you managed to figure that one out didn’t you. A year I and the Headmaster worked very hard to poison you, but those traitors gave you the counter Potion. For a year mudblood I’ve waited to have you as my slave, but somehow you managed to tell those traitors how to break the enchantment.” Giving her a hard kick to her chest “And now you had those traitors take you from the Dark Lords chambers. Well now Granger we’ll see about that…” Victor told her. A jerk around the navel let her know that another portkey later and Hermione found herself on hard ground, the bitter cold air going through her.

Victor flicked his wand and Hermione went careening to a set of ruins that was carved on the ground her head bashing into the stone coming up from the ground knocking her unconscious. Shoving her into position Victor waved his wand around muttering enchantments as he went, fueling his anger and resentment into his casting. When he was finished Victor looked around at all the girls laid out at several points nodded his head in satisfaction. “It will do, my Lord should be pleased.”

Several months later:

Gasping and wheezing Victor tore through the woods from the Aurors that were after him. Miguel, Alexis and Natasha were already captured by them a few days ago, the only thing Victor could do was run for his life. Whispering spells as he went he found a piece of Muggle trash on the ground, bending over Victor muttered the portkey spell and left the woods to the site where he watched over as the enchantments began there long and hard task of creating servants for him.

Checking a few wards Victor grinned manically at them, the spells were working just fine he thought. Leaving the site Victor went into the nearest village getting supplies of food and Potion ingredients. Ever since the Dark Lord finally succumbed to Potter a few months before he and the rest of the Death Eaters were now running for there lives from the traitors. He had managed to make contact with a few individuals for a safe house to only be turned into by the owners; Aurors breaking into the home were Victor could only now run for his very life.

A burning ambition now centered in his gut to bring down Potter, he planned on kidnapping Potter and brining him here for the final act of his power. Flicking away some trash in front Victor stilled for a moment feeling that someone was watching him in the distance. A blast from a wand alerted him, spinning on his heel Victor ran for the woods again hoping to lose whoever was following him.

And that’s how Victor Krum spent his last days before he judged it was time to get to Potter. But atlas Victor did not count on when he got to England that the Aurors and citizens would be even more edgy then before. While the war may have ended that did not mean that anyone wearing a Black robe or even Black clothes was allowed to walk free; several Aurors popped in front of him wands out demanding him to stop and slowly turn around.

Shaking his head Victor shot over his shoulder a few spells they deflected while Victor made his escape. Appirating away from them Victor appeared in another area to only get in the face of more Aurors and constables who were patrolling the area of Hogsmeade. Another duel later and Victor was able to get away from them running up the pathway he remembered to Hogwarts.

Crashing through the front door Victor bend down for a second trying to catch his breath before he again crashed through the Great Hall immediately seeing Harry Potter the slim ball sitting pretty as you please at the table.

(“I Victor Krum release the Fidelius charm of Hermione Granger and her little charges. She’s ready my Lord for the ritual, so are all the girls. But I have to say I’m sorry the little ones didn’t make it, they were not powerful enough to handle the Magic or the preparations you had me do.” Another wave from the appiration before him and Krum slumped down. When the humming stopped Victor shook his head a bit to clear it to see Dumbledore and Potter standing before him. Harry only waved his hand muttering “Stupefy” before Victor slumped down again.)

In short Order Dumbledore called down to the Minister to let him know what happened, he in turn literally flew up to Hogwarts a few Aurors trailing behind him to hear the full confession from him. While the minister himself was forcing Victor to spill his guts Dumbledore called out to the members of the Order.

When Molly arrived she immediately went to Ginny holding her in her arms while Ginny cried out her fear for her missing friend. When Ginny first called she couldn’t at first understand what Ginny was telling her.

Bending down before the fireplace “Dear what happened?” Molly asked of her daughter.

Hiccupping “Mum its Hermione…” Ginny gasped.

When Molly heard that name she reared back in surprise, all the details of the bushy haired girl came flooding back. “I’ll be right there” Molly assured her. Waving her wand Molly set the wards before catching site of that mangy orange haired cat.

Crying softly Molly bend down holding him to her “Don’t worry Crookshanks we’ll get your mistress back.” She assured the purring cat. Crookshanks only purred and meowed to her. Holding onto the cat Molly grabbed her cloak then left the Burrow for Hogwarts.

Madam Pomfrey was in the process of flooing St. Mungo's letting them know that she will be needing help soon. Several healers appeared quickly where they were told what was going on, they all ran down to the infirmary waving there wands inside getting things ready.

Snape, Granholm and Zambini all scrambled down to the Potion room firing up the cauldrons getting them ready. Some details were dragged out by Moody and Shaklebolt from Krum letting them know what to expect. That’s when they found out there were not just one female there but several were captured for the ritual to create dementors.

Minister Warrington he himself contact various countries letting them know the details, he himself didn’t know why he was spending so much energy on one individual, he just knew that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.

While the Minister basically took over the Headmaster’s office flooing several countries people started to arrive quickly joining in on the interrogation of Krum.

Turns out there was an American magical engineer taken, an Italian Charms artist, a Swedish archivist, and of course the English student involved. Names were not currently available but Minister Warrington let them know that they were in the process of getting a rescue squad together. If they so wanted they could also send some Healers to Hogwarts for that is where Dumbledore decided to return. For some odd reason he thought that it was best if they returned to Hogwarts instead of St. Mungo's.

In the Great Hall where everyone was congregated Dumbledore was quietly talking with Dr. Winkler getting more information from the Magi-archeologist that he and the rescue squad could use. The Great Hall doors opened again to admit several Aurors from foreign governments. Again going through the information they had fifty witches and wizards left Hogwarts from a portkey to arrive in East Africa at a distance of one mile.

An Italian Auror turned to Dr. Winkler asking her why they appeared here instead at the site.

“Simple senior that site is already heavily enchanted and a portkey would only activate the wards placed there all those years ago. Plus with what ever Mr. Krum applied it made sense to arrive here.” Dr. Winkler explained.

They made quick time getting to the site Harry and Ron at the lead with Moody and Snape behind them. At the last minute Harry walked down to the Potion room “Professor Snape for some reason I think it would be best if you came along.” Harry told him. Looking up from the cauldron Snape looked at Harry for a moment going through what Potter said in his mind. Turning to Granholm “Kyle please take over for me…” he said setting down the stirrer he was using gathering his robes as he went.

A shiver drew Harry’s attention; standing still he looked over at Snape.

Nodding his head “You were right to ask me to come, you never would have been able to pass without a Death Eater with you.” Snape explained. Now Snape walked in front of everyone catching the first glimpse of stones growing up from the ground. “Where here” he called out.

While Snape and Lupin worked to bring down the wards together Dr. Winkler in the background could be heard pointing out all the ruins in place giving them a hint of what to expect.

Luckily Bill Weasley was still in England, he was at Gringotts when his Order medallion went off. Startled Bill approached his boss holding out the medallion who knew about his affiliations with the group.

Looking up the goblin only looked briefly at the medallion then looked up at Bill “Go Mr. Weasley, I’m almost worried that that medallion went off.”

Bill quickly set out with Ron helping him along the way cleaning the wards completely away after Snape then Lupin finished with them. It almost took an hour to break free of the enchantments but they were able to break them down and walk on the stone site.

Nina walking beside Dumbledore was checking off all the ruins carved so long ago when she started to notice something. There were several long scares that had been carved into the stone that appeared to be fresh. Bending down she lightly touched the newer carving following them to a stone sarcophagus were even more carvings that were newer.

Standing back up again Nina looked around to see that an Auror was about to break open one of them. “Stop!” she hollered out to him.

Startled everyone turned to Nina “Something went wrong here…let me follow this carving before you touch anything.” She demanded walking around seeing that this new carving completely obscured some of the old carving. These new scars went everywhere criss crossing every old carving with new ones completely upsetting the Order. Standing back up again Nina hurried to the sarcophagus where they ended.

“You, you and you with me” she demanded breaking open the stone lid a smile on her face.

“Dr. Winkler?” Dumbledore started.

“Whoever was put into this one didn’t go without a fight, whoever this is managed to upset the old carvings with new ones that only obscured them. Whoever Krum was must not have taken ruins or didn’t listen that very well. When you carve new ruins into old ones such as these you cock up the whole whammo” Nina explained to him finally getting the heavy top off. Looking in “I’m right the ritual failed because of her…” Nina said reaching down and partially lifting the witch inside. The stone top flipped over landing with a crash making everyone jump in surprise. An Auror who was helping her noticed the scratch marks on the stone. In quick time all the stone tops were flipped off and the women inside were brought out and laid on the ground.

“Ron I found her!” Harry called out to him after an Auror reached inside the middle sarcophagus to bring out there missing friend. Harry nearly wretched seeing her for the first time, she was so bloody and bruised, her skin taunt and charred.

Again Dr. Winkler called out “Don’t try to awake them, there under a stasis spell right now. In Order to break that stasis we have to figure out who was the center point. That would usually be the last one to be encased in the sarcophagus.” Walking around she had Bill and Dumbledore follow behind her weaving a spell to determine just that. Sadly when they finished they stopped in front of where Harry and Ron were bending over there friend touching and patting her head.

“Fuck” Nina said lightly. Sighing she bend back down to them getting there attention.

“What does this mean Dr. Winkler?” Harry asked.

“It means that the stasis spell ended with her as the focal point. With the whole process broken from the start I’m suspecting that your friend is merely in a coma, but this coma isn’t a healing type. Its’ a nightmare type,” she paused to think of how to explain this.

“Could we at least start the healing process?” someone asked.

Shaking her head “Sorry but no, this girl over here is under a nightmare curse, its how the ritual is started. I’m not really to sure, depends on how long they were captured here for, but this girl needs to come out first. And any spell you do on the others would only hurt but also hinder the rests healing.”

Harry looking at her “How do we do that?”

Looking up Nina thought for a moment “Well it’s lucky that we have so many accomplished legilimens here. You’ll have to enter her mind reaching to the center of where she retreated too, somewhere were she felt safe and protected. Its what the ritual forces them into at first, but with those ruins not even working that’s all she’s done is have one continuous nightmare for however encased.” Flicking her eyes from Harry to Ron “And I think its best if you two go in, you’ll need a center to retrieve her conscious mind, once you do the rest of the girls nightmares will also break free and they will awaken on there own. But this center has to awaken first.”

It was quickly decided that Harry and Ron along with Malfoy as escort would break into Hermione’s mind to reach the center. Since Hermione probably didn’t know about Malfoy he would only stay in the background but give off warmth and comfort by humming which Nina told him to do. Dumbledore stood behind Harry a center for him as Harry and Ron sitting basically on each other with Hermione in between them called out “Leglimens” to her entering her mind.

At first they didn’t think anything happened but then the screaming and screeching started so loudly the flinched back from the noise holding there ears.

“Crickey that was loud” Ron snipped looking around them. Nothing but grayness and an empty feeling reached him. Looking down he saw that he had his wand in his hand “Uh Harry is this possible?” he asked.

Harry only shrugged his shoulders in reply searching out for Draco’s presence.

“I’m here, damm that was loud” Draco snipped “What was that?”

“Don’t know, but we best get a move on. Hermione’s been in this hell for however long here and before that at Voldemort’s lyre. She needs to get to safety now” Harry demanded stepping away and walking forward his every though of Hermione.

The three walked around the grayness sometimes retreating from the waves of darkness that flew out at them, trying to run them off. But Draco, Harry and Ron wouldn’t be run off; they only shot containment spells at the ghostly appearance before them trapping the curse inside. They had this burning intensity to get to Hermione that they ignored everything flung in there path.

It seemed like hours but they finally managed to by pass all the waves of evil flung at them sending them into cages Draco would conjure and Harry and Ron forcing them inside.

Inside her cage again Hermione keened and whimpered at the evil Magic that surrounded her flinching at every sound she heard. The mantra of Harry and Ron continued inside her head, she would sometimes lift her head up calling out for help but no one heard or answered her. Whimpering again Hermione curled more into her body keening her pain, soft cries escaping her lips.

Jerking straight up again Harry spun around away from the evil faces before the three of them when he thought he heard whimpering. Straining his ears he felt Draco and Ron turn with him straining also. “I think she’s ahead” Draco softly said.

Nodding his head Harry looked between Ron and Draco the flicked his eyes to the faces that screeched at them preventing them from getting further. For sometime now those faces were subjecting them with curse after curse the normal containment spell wasn’t working with them. Deciding to go for it they reached within touching there Magic feeling that Dumbledore was still around. Taking a deep breath they stood up and ran towards the whimpering that was getting louder now with cries of pain and sheer loneliness Hermione was experiencing.

“Hermione!” they all called out sending out there Magic to her trying to feel for her conscious thought. Harry and Draco started the humming when they felt it was time sending out feelings of safety and comfort to her. A blackness started to form before them where they could feel Hermione behind.

Taking Ron and Draco’s hand Harry crashed through the blackness seeing the cage before them Hermione inside curled up whimpering and crying out for help.

Crashing into the gate Harry shook the cage startling Hermione inside. “No, no, no” Hermione cried “Go away, leave me alone”

“Hermione it’s me Harry look up Hermione its me Harry” he called out.

“And me Hermione it’s Ron, its me Ron Hermione were here.”

Looking down at his students he could see that Hermione was breathing faster and faster slightly whimpering in fear. “They’ve reached the center” Dumbledore called out. Sending his own feeling of warmth and comfort he gently pushed his Magic into the boys encouraging them along.

Shaking the cage a bit Harry noticed a section of the cage rattled a bit more. Encouraged he ran to that side continuing to call out to Hermione as he did. He felt that Draco came with him to break the cage open. Using brute strength the cage shattered at a brittle part and Harry was able to get inside and grab Hermione out of the cage.

Once outside the cage disappeared immediately and the blackness and grayness along with it. Ron bend down over there friend who shook and shivered from the cold she felt.

Somehow they managed to get Hermione to open her eyes after calling out for her to do so. When she opened her eyes the vision before her swam around making her blink her eyes a few times to clear them.

When the vision stopped and she was able to see correctly Hermione brought up her hand to touch the visions in front of her. “Harry…Ron…” she started then closed her eyes not believing that they were really there.

In return Harry and Ron only bend down and gave her a soft kiss “Were here Hermione, were here.” They assured her.

Draco continued the warmth and comfort humming that was now surrounding all four of them, Harry and Ron joined in after a moment.


Holding her in there arms they helped Hermione out of the maze she was in, as she came to bits of her life started to appear from her childhood giving delight to the three men who only encouraged her to continue.

The going back had to be longer than reaching the middle for Hermione’s memory was coming back to her. Bits and snatches of her life swam before there eyes with Hermione demanding to stop to watch was the memory replayed for her.

It very surreal for Hermione who was still in the arms of Harry Ron on his side softly patting her head as they walked, she also could feel someone else there that she knew but couldn’t put a name to. The other presence just felt warm and comforting to her so Hermione gave up trying to figuring that out and just accepted the presence.

Dumbledore and the others who were watching could only wait on baited breath as the three wizards draw out there friend from the hell nightmare Hermione was forced to live in.

Lupin who was kneeling by Hermione’s head kept a constant watch on Hermione’s vitals to see how she was doing. Checking again he smiled when the spell indicated that Hermione’s conscious brain was working.

“She’s awake Albus” he said out loud.

Nodding his head he turned to Dr. Winkler again “Alright everyone I want you to waken the others but very slowly now!” Nina called out. Turning away she had the other Aurors begin the preparations to return to Hogwarts.

In short Order Hermione, Harry, Ron and Draco opened there eyes to the rest. But Hermione herself couldn’t stay awake enough and she fell back into sleep this time a healing sleep that Harry immediately put her into.

When they arrived back to Hogwarts Madam Pomfrey and the healers took over as she did so giving orders along with the other healers who answered the call for help.

Ron sat wearily down at the Gryffindor table catching Jennifer’s waist as she came to him. Enfolding her in his arms he only held her tightly and closed his eyes letting out a relieved breath as he did so.

Jennifer in turn didn’t even say a word just let him hold her tightly softly patting and caressing his head and shoulders to relieve his tension in his body.

In the infirmary Madam Pomfrey and the healers were dashing around each of the captives applying Potions and Charms setting them to rights. Each of them had so many broken Bones that they decided to vanish all parts and just start over from scratch.

Dumbledore stood off to the side waiting to see if the healers could give him an update on there condition he knew that the Minister would have to be informed and several friends of one of them would want to know.

Seeing the Headmaster standing there quietly Poppy took time to speak with him. “It will be a long time before I even attempt to bring them out of the healing stasis we but them into. To give you an idea most of there Bones have been either shattered or a few have clean breaks. We’ve decided to vanish them and start anew. For Miss Granger her spleen and liver are a mess, her heart has been damaged but luckily Brian is here, he’s a heart specialist he’s currently right now going through all the nerve endings refreshing them as he goes. That will take the longest time; I’ll need Severus to make a batch of skin growth for all of them. They’ve been burned to about 80% of there bodies. Most of there teeth have been torn out, haven’t the foggiest idea why but again I’ll have Severus make an enamel Potion to regrown those. That’s as far as I can tell you, sorry I must get back Albus.” She informed him then turning away from him going back to the nearest bed.

Nodding Albus left Poppy and the healers to finish there jobs in silence. Walking back towards his office he found Harry and most of the eight standing around waiting to here some news. Collecting them as he went he muttered the password he found the Minister holding court in his office several ambassadors sitting around either talking quietly with the Aurors who went or some were helping them to write up reports.

“Ah Albus whats the news.” Warrington demanded.

Sighing Albus quickly explained the circumstances to them also letting them know that they still were not out of danger yet.

Ambassador Marble from America nodded his head them left with the military that came with him. “Have you been able to get the names of the captives?” another asked.

Nodding his head “Yes of course Miss Granger from England was retrieved, along with Inga Ingmar from Sweden, Giadia Mastrovich from Italy, and Miss Jamie Meijers from America. Each of them are in the healing stasis and cannot be brought out until the foreseeable future.” Albus informed them.

“But they’ve live…” someone asked.

Sighing Albus only shook his head for even he didn’t know that answer.

As the days went on Harry or Ron would travel down to the infirmary where Hermione was still laid up. The rest were moved back to there home countries were friends and family anxiously waited for them.

Her friends would sit by her side holding her hands talking quietly and soothingly like Poppy told them too. Even some of the Slytherins were getting into the act who knew her best like Draco, Pansy and Blaze. Jennifer and Ginny came down along with her favorite books Hogwarts: A History reading to her as she slept. Several Order members came by patting or touching her giving her encouragement Crookshanks even got into the act of standing guard by her head that was shaved since her hair was basically gone. And of course Molly lived in the infirmary helping to heal the young girl who she thought of as a daughter.

It was Lavender and Pavarotti who came down when Madam Pomfrey was getting ready to apply the skin salves and Potions. They insisted that they knew Hermione best so they were the ones to figure out the right combination of salve verses charm to regrown her skin to baby soft like she had before. After they were done Poppy nodded her head and patted there backs for a job well done. Hermione now was looking more and more healthy, she now had clean and clear skin instead of the charred and ruff skin of before. Pavarotti was the one who cut Hermione’s hair and found and brewed with Snape standing beside her the Potion to regrown her hair. But Pavarotti was a cleaver girl; she included enough conditioner into the Potion that now Hermione’s hair was soft and silky as soon as it grew to a good length that is.

It was Remus who insisted that the students get back into there schedule after they came back, at first Harry and Ron were resistant to it but Remus pointed out that to help Hermione they needed to have a semblance of normalcy to talk to her about. So the guys again met up in the astronomy tower talking and drinking while the girls met up doing the same.

Shortly after Hermione came back Pansy was able to figure out what her nightmares were all about.

Knocking on the door she waited for Snape to answer. “Miss Parkinson?” he asked when he saw her standing there.

Tearing somewhat “Could I talk with you for a moment?” she asked.

Nodding his head he brought her into his office where Kyle was grading essays. The Slytherins over time had gotten to know and trust Kyle and Pansy didn’t mind that he was there.

Conjuring some tea for them “What is that you wanted to speak with me about?” Severus asked.

Shakily Pansy sipped the hot tea before replying “For some time now I’ve had these reacouring nightmares that I’ve been hard pressed to figure out.” She started.

Nodding his head “I knew that you’ve had some hard nights…” he commented on.

“Yes you see I’ve been having these nightmares where I’ve left something very important behind, and I’m constantly searching for it. But for some reason I’ve never been able to remember what was so important.” She explained.

Leaning back “I see, and now you remembered.” He finished.

Nodding her head “Yes it was Granger Professor Snape, I forgot Granger.” She said crying hard in the chair the tea long forgotten.

Getting up Snape rubbed her back and sent Kyle to retrieve Ian and Adrian who’ve been trying to help her as she slept. When they first came in Ian immediately went to Pansy folding her in his arms rocking her gently as Adrian looked toward to Snape.

“It was Granger that Pansy was dreaming about, but with that Fidelius charm on everyone the dream turned into a nightmare that Pansy was trying to solve.” Snape explained.

“And that charm prevented anyone from remembering her. Harry and Ron I know are extremely angry still about forgetting there friend. Terrance found Ron at the pitch flying recklessly the other day took him some time to get him to calm down. Finally he summoned Jennifer and they both got Ron to calm down.” Adrian explained.

“What of Harry?” Kyle asked.

Thinking “Well he’s got the Headmaster and Lupin on him constantly also Draco’s been there whenever he needed.” Adrian explained.

Bending before Pansy Snape spoke softy with her for a few minutes then left to speak with the Headmaster.

Leaning back after Severus finished “I see and this is why Pansy hasn’t been sleeping well.” Shaking his head “I think Severus that you might want to contact Craig McCormack also to see how well he’s going. I remember when they first came back mentioning about someone they rescued while escaping the clutches of Voldemort.” He told him.

Sure enough Craig was having a hard time since returning, when he first was summoned to Hogwarts it was Snape who spoke and explained to him about what happened that day.

Standing before the bed where she lay at Craig fisted his hands nodding his head “Yes that’s her alright.” He said leaving the infirmary cursing and cussing as he went.

It was Ginny Weasley who found him in the greenhouses that she was helping Neville to fix. Potting some plants Ginny wiped her hands on the apron summoning another pot to plant.

“Ouch!”

Spinning around an apology on her lips Ginny turned to see someone standing there who she never met before.

Holding out her wand she approached the wizard slowly “Who are you?” she demanded.

Snorting “No one” he said rubbing his head were the pot beamed him. Looking up he saw a witch with Red hair coming at him slowly a weary look on her face.

Holding out his hands to prove that he didn’t have his wand out “Sorry just needed to get away for a minute.” He explained to her why he was there.

Standing back “Alright, but why did you have to get away?” she asked him.

Shaking his head “You wouldn’t understand…”

“Try me” Ginny retorted wirily.

Sighing “I was summoned here by Professor Snape, seems they found someone.” He explained.

A look of understanding came over her “Ah you mean Hermione.” She stated.

Looking up to her “How do you know?” he asked confused.

Chuckling “Your not the only one who was made to forget her…Mr.…may I have your name.”

“Craig McCormack” he told her looking down at her.

“Well Craig McCormack like I said your not the only one, I’m Ginny Weasley she’s one of my own best friends. She’s also got a few others that’s been driving everyone mad with there own anger.”

The Weasley name ringed a Bell “Ah you’re talking about Potter and your older brother right?” nodding his head he conceded the point. Looking around “What are you doing?” he asked changing the subject.

Taking him around Ginny explained that everyone was pitching in to help Neville bring back the greenhouses to there former glory. But Neville had a few ideas of his own and was implementing them along with the old style that Sprout favored.

Craig found himself bemused by the little fiery Red head. Ginny not only showed him around but she soon had him pitching in sleeves rolled up dirt up to his elbows. And that’s were Snape found McCormack meekly taking orders from Ginny Weasley of all people. Covering his smile Severus only nodded his head then left to give Albus a heads up that another former student may need to be invited back.

Sure enough Albus invited McCormack back to help ‘bring back the greenhouses’ but in reality it was to help McCormack with his own nightmares of that time. It was McCormack who activated that portkey a second to early and he had been upset and depressed with himself since then.

The first night the boys held there ‘drink fests’ as Jennifer called them Marcus and Adrian dragged Craig with them explaining to him just where and why they were going to the astronomy tower.

Handing him a butterbeer along with a firewhiskey chaser Marcus sat down with his own drinks tossing Adrian a butterbeer as he did so. This time Fred and George Weasley where there from Ron who invited them to come along after they came up from Diagon Alley were they lived now to see Hermione.

It took Ron some time to explain to them just why they were going but once they did understand the twins gamely joined in the fun bringing several new items from there shop to show everyone.

Harry was sitting next to Draco holding hands with him quietly listening to everyone talk and laughs enjoying there time away from the rigors of completing assignments and going down to the infirmary to see Hermione.

Flopping down Fred swallowed the firewhiskey then turned to Harry “Harrykins!” he started then stopped abruptly seeing him and Draco holding hands. “Ooohhh Harrykins!” he started a gleam in his eye.

Conjuring a pillow Harry chucked it at him “Shut it you”.

Waving the pillow away “My Harrykins oh my Harrykins” Fred sniffed theatrically.

Draco sniggered behind his drink eyes flashing in glee “Harrykins?” he drawled.

Snorting “Welcome to the Weasley way of announcing that your part of the family.” Ron told him. “And Fred stuff it, I know about you and…” he threatened.

Gasping Fred turned to Ron Red in the face “How!”

Grinning “No matter Frederick Weasley, I’ve got my ways.” Ron hedged.

Snorting “More likely Ginny told you” George butted in.

Shaking his head “Oh no I was the one to tell her that…but she was the one to tell me about ol Caldwell’s parties.”

Now it was George’s turn to sputter and snort into his drink.

“How’s Percy doing?” Ron asked.

“A bit better, the healers have gotten him up and walking. Penelope of course hasn’t left his side, dad goes and sees him whenever he can. But with him so busy at the Ministry dads been running around so much even mum hasn’t seen him all that much.” Fred told him.

“What is your father after anyway?” Draco asked.

Sighing “Well evidence about our existence in the Muggle world obviously, having the devil of a time too, he’s having trouble because of whats called the infranet.” George explained.

Snorting “I think you’re talking about the intranet George, and your father will need to learn how to operate the computer to know what to do.” Collin corrected.

“Whats a komputer?” George snipped.

“A computer” Collin said slowly “it’s a very effective tool the Muggles created sometime ago. With a computer pictures and letters could be exchanged with anyone around the world in a blink of an eye.”

George had a look that he didn’t believe him.

“He’s right George, your father and the Ministry is going to have to bit the dragon and purchase one of them and learn how to operate it. Even my cousin had a computer before he was killed, use to play games and talk online with other people around the world. Have to say it’s a much better way of communicating than talking through a fireplace.” Harry defended Collin.

Leaning forward “Is that what you and Neville were talking about the other day?” Blaze asked.

Nodding his head “Yes I’ve been telling him that the Muggles can exchange large amounts of information better than we can in the computer, they can store any type of picture or video as it’s called in a computer.” Collin explained.

“What is a video?” someone asked.

Sighing Collin told them to think of any painting around Hogwarts “Well it moves right, which would be a video, Muggle pictures don’t move so that’s only a picture. But our moving paintings would be considered a video. Slightly more space in a computers memory but still able to transfer to anyone who wanted it.”

Fred and George just snorted not believing the sixth year. Rolling his eyes Collin made a note to owl a letter to Mr. Weasley letting him know that it would be best to have a Muggleborn with knowledge about computers to look into it. Harry saw the look of frustration and gave him a helpless ‘what can you do’ look.

“Alright enough about sickness and Muggle whats its” Adrian stated turning to Neville “How’s the greenhouses coming?”

“Oh very good, Ginny’s been a great help lately. Been tearing through those potted plants I start a few weeks ago that there all done. I think I’m at the stage were I’ve done all I can. Gonna have to break off all the planting till those greenhouses arrive before I or anyone can continue.” Neville explained.

Nodding his head “Good, the reason why is that I went into Hogsmeade the other day. Betty Pembroke the niece of Madam Rosemertta she’s the one who inherited the Three Broomsticks after she died. Well she and others are having a cleaning party of the town to get ride of the damaged parts of town. I was thinking that we could all go down there during the weekend and lend a helping hand.”

“Oh that sounds like a good plan Adrian.” Harry admitted.

Smiling “Thought that you might, I also think everyone needs a bit time away from the school before winter really gets here. Plus my wings are still sore from all the flapping Hagrid is making us do.” He sheepishly said.

Chuckling “Need someone to rubdown them?” Harry grinning manically.

Leaning forward Ian braced Adrian to him “Back off Potter he’s mine.” Then bending down and giving him a big kiss on the lips. When Adrian sat back up he sputtered and snorted looking between Harry and Ian as he did so. “Dammit Potter your rubbing off on everyone.”

Harry only laughed at Adrian’s embarrassment. “I’ll let Dumbledore know what were up too so he and Dr. Winkler doesn’t go spare when they can’t find us. Never know he might already know of there plans.” Harry guessed.

Snorting “Wouldn’t be surprised, for sometime now after I graduated I’ve tried to figure out how that old coot knew all that information he had.” Craig said out loud.

Looking over at him “McCormack over the years working very closely with the Headmaster I’ve come to the conclusion that he always knows. Once you accept that life will get better.” Harry told him and the others.

Thinking quietly “Know I don’t think it’s that Harry, I don’t think the Headmaster has all these spy things we say he does. I think it’s just that Dumbledore is such an approachable person, everyone believes and feels that they can tell him there secrets without fear.” Ron said.

“You know Ron I wouldn’t be surprise.” Harry said after a minute.

“That would be correct Mr. Weasley.” Someone said by the steps. Everyone turned to see the Headmaster walking toward them. Holding out his hands Dumbledore conjured a cushy chair then sat down with a tea cup.

“Ah Headmaster was wondering if you would ever come up here.” Harry said.

Chuckling a bit “Believe me gentlemen I never had the slightest notion of stopping these ‘drink fests’ as Miss Crowley calls them.” Sighing “I too was once involved in a war such like we survived again. I to know the delight I enjoyed during that time with fellow wizards and a few witches talking, laughing, drinking and sharing stories.”

“I just wanted to say how proud I am of each of you for blurring the line between pure and not pure that even I could not breach. I’ve never seen so much cooperation with you gentleman and ladies as I have in decades here at Hogwarts. While some would try to stop these ‘fests’, I’m inclined to continue them to see just what you all can do.” Dumbledore told them whipping a few escaping tears.

After he said that the Headmaster left the tower and the wizards to continue talking. But Harry and Ron looked at each other wondering just what that was all about. Draco looked between them and Blaze before turning to the steps where the Headmaster left.

Later that night after the boys went to bed Harry held Draco back asking him to stay the night. Pleased he whistled a short tune that Ted and Blaze picked up nodding there heads as they left for the Slytherins dorms.

After changing Harry and Draco snuggled in the bed holding each other closely. But the closeness of Draco couldn’t hold Harry off for long soon Harry was kissing, nibbling and then just plan ol out shagging Draco till they both fell asleep arms and legs tangled together. In the morning after Dobby woke them up Harry and Draco went into the shower getting cleaned up.

“Alright we’ve got Potions this morning, afterworld’s we can go to the infirmary if you want.” Draco asked him between kisses.

“Sounds like a plan.” Harry told him.

At breakfast Draco hurried off to the Slytherin table when Blaze waved him over handing the paper to him a scowl on his face.

“Ah oh wonder whats wrong with Blaze...” Harry said piling food on his plate.

Snorting “Nothing really…” Ginny hedged.

Looking over at her Harry saw that she had a very satisfied look on her face.

“Alright what happened.” He demanded seeing her look.

Grinning “Nothing Harry that I care to repeat.” She informed him crisply.

Shaking his head Harry finished his breakfast then headed off to Potions class where Draco and him sat together as usual taking notes. After class they headed off to the infirmary to see that Molly was finishing up her bed bath that she gave her every morning.

Taking her hand Harry kissed her lips around the breathing tube they had to insert. “Hello luv how are you this morning…” Harry started. Draco leaned down to her giving her a kiss also as Harry told her about his day so far. Ron and Jennifer came in after lunch to take over while Harry and Draco were in defense class and ruins. Harry had extra defense classes with Remus then Dumbledore but usually they talked about his thesis for the year.

With so many people taking the time Hermione was not left alone for very long. Molly basically moved into the infirmary to sleep next to her, if Arthur managed to get away he would come up and they would sleep in quarters provided for them. If that happened Dobby and Winky would stay with her talking quietly with her since Harry and Madam Pomfrey told them that a person in a magical coma needed to hear someone talking to them so they would not forget to wake up.