Saving Her; Saving Us All

Author’s Notes: I had to get the horcruxes disposed of. I know it was a bit clichéd, but I really want to concentrate on the Problems with The man of too many names, the Spoiler of all, the Red headed Berk, and the creepy fangirl. And of course I must pay large amounts of attention to the development of the relationships in my plans.

Oh And Sarah-Anne Krane, over at FF.net, was wonderful enough to provide me with the Actual French Translation for this Chapter. (My French Dictionary was helpful…but not quite right…LOL)

S-A Krane: Only thing, since French is my mother tongue here are more accurate French version of the English sentences you give at the end :

Feel our love for you. Come back to us. Bring us our love home. = "Sent notre amour pour toi. Reviens nous. Ramène nous notre amour à la maison."

Feel my love for you. Come back to me. Bring me my love home. = "Sent mon amour pour toi. Reviens moi. Ramène mon amour à la maison."

Feel my love for you. Come back to me. Bring me my love home. As your love has spared me, to allow my love to save you. = "Sent mon amour pour toi. Reviens moi. Ramène mon amour à la maison. Comme ton amour m'a épargné, pour permettre à mon amour de t'épargner."

Feel my love for you. Come back to me. Bring me my love home.

Beautiful come back to me. = "Sent mon amour pour toi. Reviens moi. Ramène mon amour à la maison. Ma Beauté reviens à moi."

Feel my love for you. Come back to me. Bring me my love home. My Heart come back to me. = "Sent mon amour pour toi. Reviens à moi. Ramène mon amour à la maison. Mon Coeur reviens à moi."

Feel my love for you. Come back to us. Bring us our love home. Our future awaits you to begin. = "Sent mon amour toi toi. Reviens nous. Ramène notre amour à la maison. Notre futur t'attends pour commencer."

I feel your love for me. I have come back to you. Our future is now. We are all one. You are all mine, I am yours and we are one. = "Je sens votre amour pour moi. Je suis revenue pour vous. Notre futur est maintenant. Nous sommes tous un. Vous êtes tous miens, je suis vôtre et nous sommes un."

We are all one. You are all mine, I am yours and we are one. = "Nous sommes tous un. Vous êtes tous miens, je suis vôtre et nous sommes un."


NOW ON TO THE CHAPTER:
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Chapter 4
And A Ritualing We Shall Go

Dobby had done perfect job preparing the room. He had created a California King sized bed in the center of a completely white room. The bed had no head or foot boards and was high enough off the floor that all the wizards would have to climb into it. The sheets were muggle made white Egyptian cotton with a 1000 thread count. There were assorted sizes of pillows in the room also encased in the same soft linens. Though one could not see any source of light the room was quietly lit not bright, but not by any means dim.

The six male participants of the ritual were in place. The full potion had taken on a slightly viscous quality and was a pearlescent red. Two large glass bowls of it had been placed near the head and foot of the ‘bed’. Hermione was lain in the center of the raised soft dais Dobby had created for her. She was completely nude. She looked amazing laying there. The curvaceous body she constantly hid under baggy clothes was fully on display. Her large breasts still riding high, despite her supine position; her hair had been washed and blow dried, and her body waxed and smoothed all over.

Immediately upon her appearing in place each man began to rub the unguent into her skin. They couldn’t wait even a few extra seconds. The moment she had been popped onto the bed by Winky; the stasis had dropped. Each one pouring every positive emotion they felt for the witch. They massaged her body deeply, the feel of her soft feminine flesh having the expected results. They began to chant the words of the ritual Sentir notre amour pour vous. Nous revenir. nous amène notre maison d'amour. Over and over they chanted. As they chanted and masseged the potion into her skin, Hermione began to moan and writhe.

Snape looked at Fred and gestured to him to begin. Fred climbed onto the bed, and between Hermione’s legs. Slicking some of the potion onto his very erect member, he began to push himself into her slick wet heat. He was careful to break her hymen as gently as he could, sliding in at a snail’s pace. “Oh god Sentir ma amour pour vous. Me revenir. m'amène ma maison d'amour. Hermione.” Despite having taken his older brothers’ advice and taking measures to make him last longer, the pleasure was so great that Fred only made it to the exact necessary number of strokes, before he was erupting inside Hermione’s semiconscious body.

The six men continued to chant the joint chant as Fred moved to the side and let Kingsley move into position. The powerfully built Auror let out a loud sound of absolute pleasure, as he sank his potion covered cock into the young woman he had come to love over the last year. “Sentir ma amour pour vous. Me revenir. m'amène ma maison d'amour.” He chanted over and over. Even with all his experience before and the fact that he too had masterbated during his preparations foe the ritual Kingsley only made it to twice the exact number of strokes, before he was roaring out in completion. He took back up the joint chant as he removed himself from the bed.

Sirius had the most difficult chant, and sinking into Hermione’s tight wet pussy almost made him forget every word. But he managed to slide the pleasure he was feeling to the side, and pour the love he for the courageous girl beneath him into every utterance of his mouth. “Sentir ma amour pour vous. Me revenir. m'amène ma maison d'amour. comme votre amour m'a épargné, permettre à ma amour pour vous épargner.” Sirius knew he had never in all his days felt anything this good, so it was no surprise at all to him that he only lasted 21 strokes. Once more he chanted the joint chant as he allowed George to take his place in heaven.

“Sentir ma amour pour vous. Me revenir. m'amène ma maison d'amour. La belle fille est rentrée.” George chanted as soon as he was enclosed in Hermione’s heat. He knew he wouldn’t last long, he was a virgin, this felt amazing, and watching Hermione writhe under the others, as they made love to her barely aware body was too much. Soon his cum joined the rest, and the potion swirling in Hermione’s tautness.

Harry did not waste any time, as soon as George had rolled over next to Fred, he was in place. He didn’t just thrust into Hermione. He wrapped himself as completely around her as he could. Chanting directly into her ear his portion over and over again. “Sentir ma amour pour vous. Me revenir. m'amène ma maison d'amour. ma coeure est rentré.” By concentrating on the words, and trying basically to will Hermione back to health, Harry managed to last for three time the needed strokes as well.

Severus Snape watched as one by one each of these men played their part in healing Hermione Granger. He knew he was here because he more than any of the longed to see the woman she would become. As he slid into her he marveled at how snug and close-fitting, her sheath still was. Fred had made the joke before Hermione appeared that they should go on the road as male strippers, calling themselves the big boy club, and yet she was so amazingly tight Severus knew he wouldn’t last long. As he neared his completion he began to chant, “Sentir notre amour pour vous. Nous revenir. nous amène notre maison d'amour. notre avenir vous attend pour commencer.” Severus had never taken French, never really spoken it before this evening, so he did not realize that he had changed something rather vital was he chanted.

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You know I Don’t Remember Reading This Part of the Ritual

Hermione came back to herself with a jolt. She had no idea where she was all she knew is that much like some dreams she’s been having, she was in a large empty room, with every man she had ever fantasized about. She was currently impaled on what felt like the damn big member of her potions professor. Convinced it was a dream. She barely noticed she was speaking before she shouted, “Je sens votre amour pour moi. Je vous Suis Revenu. Notre avenir est maintenant. Nous sommes tout l'un. Vous êtes toute la mine, je suis le vôtre et nous l'un sommes.”

She reached up and wrapped a hand in Snape’s hair. She pulled him down and plundered his mouth in a kiss, delighting in the sounds of pleasure he made. Hermione released his mouth and turned. “Oh God.” She kissed her best friend, in dreams she was allowed. Arching her back, she reveled in the pleasure coursing through her. Wringing another orgasm from Severus, she shattered in orgasm and they yelled out as one. “Nous sommes tout l'un. Vous êtes toute la mine, je suis le vôtre et nous l'un sommes.”

Still believing she was dreaming, Hermione wriggled from under Severus’s spent, and shocked body. She looked assessing around. Harry was fully hard once more thanks to the kiss she’d given him, so she climbed onto his rather impressive cock. Her body still thrummed with her orgasm as she sunk fully onto Harry. She rode him hard and fast. He skimmed his hands up her thighs, over her waist and ribs, and to her breasts. He hefted their weight in his hands, and rolled the hard bud between his fingers. Together they found their pleasure. This time Harry voice joined hers yelling, “Nous sommes tout l'un. Vous êtes toute la mine, je suis le vôtre et nous l'un sommes.”

The cycle continued. Hermione looked at George like a cat might a bowl of cream. They will never be able to say who reached for whom first, but soon Hermione was moaning in pleasure again. Together they reached climax and shouted, “Nous sommes tout l'un. Vous êtes toute la mine, je suis le vôtre et nous l'un sommes.”

Sirius crawled over next. He took her from behind. One of his hands reaching under her to tease her clit and he wet his fingers in her fount of moisture. With wet fingers, he began to play with her between the cheeks of her sexy little ass. By the time they shouted out in fulfillment, she was taking three of his fingers in her backdoor and enjoying every millimeter.

Driven by some force that was compelling her to act out her every fantasy, she crawled over to Kingsley. She sank her full and still so tight pussy over him for seven strokes, then pulled up and took him into her ass. She grabbed Fred’s hand and heaved him over. She took the boy by the cock and guided him into her now empty cunt. The two men played with her breast and butt as they pumped in and out, separated by a thin wall of tissue. Hermione whispered in Fred ear and called George and Harry over. Fred leaned up a bit as George and Harry lowered their heads to suck Hermione’s bouncing nipples. Snape and Sirius both felt an overwhelming need to join the worship of the returned vixen. Back and forth she twisted, kissing first Severus then Sirius over and over. Somehow all the men got sucked into her feelings and all seven voices were raised in pleasure as they all shouted, “Nous sommes tout l'un. Vous êtes toute la mine, je suis le vôtre et nous l'un sommes.” And came so hard they all passed out in a heap of sweaty, cum soaked, potion scented bodies.

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Waiting on a Woman & 6 Men

Remus Lupin and Gerard Granger were pacing parallel circuits in the Family parlor across from the library in Grimmauld Place.
“I don’t understand it’s been six hours. They should have been down here three hours ago, success or no.”

“We’ll we cannot go check; when Molly tried, Dobby bound her to that chair in the library.” Minerva reminded.

“Too bad he wasn’t thoughtful enough to silence her. I believe he forgot we are trying not to use and human magic in the house until the end of the ritual.” Arthur said, “look let’s just walk it through, the entire Ritual top to bottom one last time and see if there is anything we missed.”

“Ok well there is this long list of potion prep and ingredients, and none of us doubt Severus’s abilities with a cauldron. Plus the only person that helped is Luna and she is the best student in her year in potions.” Minerva began the run down.

“Ok we know that we got the right men in the proper roles. They took oaths as to the veracity of their feeling.” Matilda Granger piped in. “they all really love my daughter. They knew the order, heck they even walked into the room in the right arrangement.”

“Winky popped her into the room as soon as I released the stasis spell. All the males were in place before I dropped it. And Harry would have killed anyone who didn’t start the chanting and massaging immediately. We practiced the chants with them for over an hour. They knew their parts backwards and forwards.” Remus thought aloud.

Gerard sighed, “Harry and I drilled the seven times tables into their heads; and that they had to make sure to well you know at least seven times, and always in a derivative of seven. So 14, 21, 28…but I suppose they could have lost count, or miscounted.”

“But that wouldn’t account for this we’d have just had no success, and been forced to make another attempt on the in seven days.” Matilda stated definitively. She may not actually be magical; but she was her daughter’s mother. She could read and memorize and dissect information just as well as Hermione, and she had been over this spell backwards, forwards and sideways.

“Seven components, that leaves a lot that can go wrong in the heat of the moment.” Gerard sighed sitting down next to his wife.

Arthur started to say something optimistic when waves of magic came rolling down the stairs. The waves rolled out of the house. Buffeting all the house’s occupants, furnishings; Walburga Black screamed as her painting slid down the wall. In a third floor room, in a sideboard, a locket released a scream of terror that was cut off by another wave that killed the soul fragment that had been released.

As the waves went forth out of Grimmauld Place, and further out until every magic user and muggle sensitive in the United Kingdom felt it. Deep in the caverns of Gringotts, a small gold cup screamed, and spewed out its unwelcome passenger, much like the locket the next wave of magic killed that piece as well. Finally in a room that rarely appeared on the seventh floor of Hogwarts, a similar scene played out from Rowena Ravenclaw’s lost Diadem.

As suddenly as it started, the waves pulled back. In their wake they left feelings of love, peace and happiness. In the parlor, Marilda looked around at her fellow waiters. “Does that mean something went wrong…or right?”
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You Should Never Say Something Is Impossible

“That’s not possible” Snape said. His voice filled with wonderment as he looked at his pale bare forearm. His happiness woke the others, not because they could hear his quite exclamation; but because they could all feel it.

Hermione looked around her and she had to ask, “So I take it I wasn’t actually dreaming?”

“Let’s get cleaned up and we can all get dressed and go downstairs.” Harry suggested. It felt like Hermione could use some time to herself.

“I believe that Hermione will understand everything if she reads the ritual and how it affects the curse.” Sirius suggested as he stood and stretched. Several people bit back groans. Many of them feeling the attraction for a male for the first time ever.

As everyone stood and worked the kinks out of their bodies, Hermione couldn’t help but look around at all these men. All of them, her body attested to the salient fact, she had had sex with. Her eyes roved all over her ‘dream’ lovers. Each of them had beater bats between their legs. Three were circumcised, and 3 were not. Amusingly enough the division went right down the blood line…the half bloods were cut and the purebloods were not.

“WE have got to find some bloody way”
“--to stop the thought train. I never needed to hear a dissertation”
“--on the differences in our willies.” Gred and Forge complained.

On that note every one made their way to their various showers.

When Hermione entered the parlor twenty minutes later, her hair was still wet. But in delving through the thoughts of all the men she was now sharing head space with, she had discovered how long she had been out. She knew her parents must be sp worried. Besides, she was desperate to get her hands on the ritual to see what could have happened. Severus felt like this shouldn’t have happened; but she also could tell he was hiding something.
“Oh Hermione, thank God you are okay.” Enveloped in her mother’s arms, she basked in such a feeling of utter contentment that it actually soothed the new bond. “My darling girl; you have no idea how much you are loved.”

Gerard joined in the hug with his girls. So happy that his daughter was well, he couldn’t even speak at first. The family moved to the settee, and Gerard and Matilda taking the time tell their daughter about what all had happened while she was unconscious. And one by one all the people who had waited at Grimmauld Place to see if the ritual would work came up and wished her well.

Once it was down to just those closest to her, Hermione began to read the ritual. Reading the qualifiers for the participants warmed her to the core of her being. By the time the first of her knights, arrived she had read the body of the ritual twice and was working her way through the footnotes. Suddenly she began to curse as though her name was Ron.


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