The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 6
The Power of Nomrah

Teresa Cornwall got up from her wooden desk and slowly walked over to her window to over look her property. “Where was he?” she thought to herself. As usual, he was late… and he always made her wait. If he didn’t get here, then her plan would be late. And her master wasn’t pleased with lateness… or failure. It would be her head if this plan failed. No one was going to stop her from succeeding, not even damn Potter. He was getting under her skin like no other. He was getting in the way, and she needed to make sure that he was out of the picture. She was not going to fail; and if anyone got in her way, she would make him or her pay.

The mind warping had worked on the little bitch Patricia, and soon the little whore would be working for her…tending to her biddings. This plan would not fall through; the medallion had only stopped Potter and his precious witch for the time being, but soon he would be on her ass…and she would make him pay, for what he had caused her. Potter…. the name made her cringe in disgust. Teresa turned her back towards the window to come face to face with a small house elf.

“Ms…. Teresa, he is here to see you,” said the small elf, cowering to the floor.

“I see. Tell him to wait, I will be down shortly,” Teresa reported kicking the elf out of her way. The elf yelped, running out thom. om. She was going to make the bastard wait. He might be an important and well-known person, but no one made Patricia look bad. She sat down into her leather chair. Looking at her desk, she picked up a letter she had received earlier that morning. It read:

Ms. Cornwall,

The lady in question, Patricia Standling, has effectively been given the change of aura charm successfully.

Torris

Reading this again made Teresa feel full of power. Soon Patricia will be here working for her while getting to Potter. Teresa wanted to end Potter and it wasn’t going to be hard. She would not have him in the way.

Thinking of this, she walked out of her office and down her spiral staircase leading to the entryway, where her guest would be assumed to be waiting. She finally reached the bottom of the stairs, and faced the back of the man that would solve all her problems. He slowly turned around to face her. He was astonishing every time she met him in person; she soon received goose bumps to her arms. She walked closer holding out her hand. “Good afternoon,” Patricia announced. “It’s good to see you again, it has been awhile.” Patricia continued, while the man simply smiled bringing his dimples to view. This made Patricia’s knees crumble; yet she tried to stay focused.

“It has been awhile since we have last met, I believe that we should go over the necessary plans in order for the prophecy to go into affect.” Patricia said, motioning the man into the next room.

The man shook his hand out in disapproval, then motioned to the opposite side of the room where a pair of double doors stood. “I feel that it is necessary for me to see the prisoners and who will be sacrificed for this prophecy to go into affect first” Patricia nodded and directed him to the double doors.

The open doors lead to a series of steps leading down, guarded by two wizards dressed in deep black cloaks. Patricia waved her hand; soon enough one of the guards stepped aside while the other one opened the entryway. Stepping into the dungeon there was a long hallway, on either sidlonglong list of cells accompanied by witches, wizards, unicorns and werewolves. Patricia soon came to the very last cell. Pointing to it, she said, “this is the sacrifice”

Patricia smiled at the girl in the cell. The red haired, black-eyed witch smiled back while walking to the woman across from her. The girl in the cell spit across the bars, creating a new wet spot on Patricia’s pale face. “Now, what do I have the pleasure of your company.” The witch smiled again, pleased with herself. Patricia was furious, “you better watch it young lady, or do you want another night in the torture cell?”

At this, the witch’s smile turned into a scowl. “Well who is your friend,” the witch asked grinding her teeth still unable to see who was standing next to her capturer. The man (whoever he was) wore a cloak and his face was nearly covered.

Patricia smiled, “oh I think you’re going to like this missy.” At this the man slowly slid of his cloak. The witch gasped as Patricia introduced them. “Ginny Weasley meet Draco Malfoy.”

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Shocked by what she had read earlier Hermione tried to focus on what she needed to accomplish by today – her a goal was to destroy Severus Snape and regain her dignity back. She would not be a prisoner in his little sex world, she just wouldn’t. She would ruin him and his family life, and she would never see his bony little butt again. This made Hermione pleased he ahe arrived to the Institute. Walking into her office, she was pleased that the room didn’t accompany a tall greasy haired man. Hermione quickly set her bag down and plotted while in her chair. Pulling out a piece of parchment she wrote a small letter to Claire Lestrange. The letter basically entailed that she would need her assistance in a specific matter. Hermione sent the company owl off to do its bidding while she drank her coffee, smiling through her cup.

Hours passed, anill ill no sign of the sex machine. He hadn’t shown his face, which was a bit odd for Hermione. It was making her feel a little uneasy. She needed Snape to be here kissing her or doing something so Claire would find out. What was she going to do if he never showed up? It’s not like she could just ask Snape to come to her office, he would suspect something a miss. Her plan must work; she couldn’t take any more torture from him. Just as Hermione was about to leave, a figure walked through her office door. It was Severus Snape, sporting his infamous green cloak. He always wore this on special occasions when he would teach Hermione a lesson. The cloak was assessable due to the easy entrance it provided. Snape was able to get in and out of his cloak quick as a rabbit. Hermione scowled, she knew she was going to suffer.

Snape walked over to her, and ran his gnarly hands around her hair, teasing the ends. “I missed you today, there where some things I had to assist in,” Snape said, walking over to her desk placing his buttocks on her qs. “s. “I think that I need to teach you to pay attention to when I speak,” Snape said, grabbing Hermione’s chin to bring her eyes to his. Hermione stared straight at him, scowling under her breath. Smiling, Snape shot off of Hermione’s desk and grabbed her hair, swinging her out of her chair and onto the floor.

Screaming, Hermione fell to the hard floor still having hate in her eyes. Snape soon brought his body to her face and slapped her, making Hermione feel a red mark forming. She could tell this was going to be a rough session, a session that would be hard to forget. Snape leaned closer while grabbing her hair. He tugged her hair forward while he forced her to kiss him on the lips. He moved his body on her while biting her lips and shoving his long thick tongue down her small mouth. Moving his slithery tongue, he quickly tore off her cloak to reveal her muggle clothing. Ripping her clothes nearly to shreds, he brought his mouth away, slapping her one more time. Hermione felt her cheek start to swell as she closed her eyes in pain. Snape ripped his green cloak off and entered Hermione’s body hard and fast, not caring what damage he caused or how much pain it was causing Hermione. Hermione clenched her teeth; the pain was unbearable, she could feel her vagina ripping and she could feel him going in and out faster and faster causing emotional and physical damage as he went.

Suddenly Hermione felt an angel around her. Hermione opened her eyes. It wasn’t an angel though; she could see that behind Snape’s back and forth movements was a beautiful redhead glaring back at Hermione. It was none other then Claire Lestrange, Snape’s significant other.


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Ron sat at his desk still thinking about the night’s activities. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever pictured himself doing those things, and of all people Melissa. She defiantly was a wonderful character. It was just what both of them needed, he pondered. Ron wondered how things were going to be between them now. Would she act distant and regretful or would she be upfront and forward like she was last night? As he thought about this, there was a knock on the door. It was Harry. Ron looked up and stared at him. “Yes?” Ron asked still acting mad about what had occurred between them.

“I wanted to tell you that Patricia is awake and that her aura has changed. I need you to do some research on the process of the nomrah. It is a spell used to change someone’s aura. Find as much information as you can. I will be talking to the General this afternoon about what procedures we can do to change this. I need as much information as you can.” Harry said defiantly. With that, Harry was gone. Thunderstruck, Ron ran his fingers through his red hair. He had never heard of such a thing. He stood up, went to the opposite side of his desk, and pulled out a selection of books and manuscripts. He went back over to his desk and started to flip through them.
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Harry sat behind his desk a quarter to one, still stacked in paperwork from the morning. He needed to find as much information he could get his hands on and fast. Ron had still found no information on how to reverse the spell, and Harry was losing time. Harry sat back in his chair and looked out of his window. Harry wondered what Hermione was doing this minute. All that was going on, he still couldn’t stop thinking about her. He hated how he had to just leave her. He could have stayed next to her all morning. He hated the fact that she seemed upset. Even though he knew she knew he had to leave, he still felt guilty. Last night was the most important night of his and Hermione’s relationship. Where it was going, Harry didn’t know. All he knew was that he felt strongly for Hermione and he didn’t want their friendship to get ruined by their actions last night. He loved her and wanted to be with her, but he would rather be with her as a friend than not be with her at all.

Thinking about this, there was a knock on his office door. It was Ron holding a piece of paper. “Come in,” Harry called. Ron stepped into Harry’s office and placed the piece of parchment on top of Harry’s desk, then stormed out without even talking to Harry. Harry stopped him before he was out of sight though. “Ron, get back here! What is your problem? Are you still mad about last night? Ron, get over it. We just had a fight – we have them all the time.”

Ron stopped then turned around to face Harry. “Oh really, you falling for the only woman that has been between us for years, and that is suppose to make me pleased? Harry, how could you?

Harry stepped back, “Ron it’s nothing, I don’t want you to get jealous over this,” Harry yelled back.

“Jealous, I’m not jealous…. you’re looking in the wrong place, Harry.” Ron yelled back. What was he doing, when he had had sex with Melissa right now? Ron decided to play it off, and hope it would work. “Harry, I may be upset…. but you’re my friend and I want you to be happy. But, please not with Hermione.”

Harry walked back to his chair and sat down. “Ron I have no inclination to be with Hermione,” Harry lied.

Ron eased up, “Okay so we are good now?” Ron said trying to end it.

“Yeah we’re fine” Harry said smiling.

“So what did you do last night?” Harry asked, motioning Ron to sit down.

This was the one question Ron didn’t want to answer. “Umm…oh, umm…no…nothing really.” Ron stuttered. He was caught; he knew it. Then the last person he wanted to see came walking through Harry’s door.

“Harry the General wants to see you for your….” Melissa stopped in her tracks seeing Ron. “Oh, Ron…how are you.” Melissa blushed.

“Oh, good…you?” Ron turned a slight shade of pink.

Harry watched this charade; something was up, and with them. Why were they acting so strange? “What’s going on with you two?” Harry asked, looking confused.

Ron shot his head back to Harry. “Oh... nothing. Look at the time! I have to get to work.” Ron said, looking at his invisible watch. Ron turned around and headed out the door.

“Melissa, what did you want to tell me?” Harry said, shaking his head in confusion.

Melissa switched her footing, “oh, the General requests to see you, for your meeting.” Melissa said while her voice let out a squeak.

“Shit”, Harry swore; he wasn’t even prepared. “Okay tell him I will be there shortly, Harry said while he gathered up quills and the piece of scratch parchment Ron had left him. Soon Harry was out his office door and on his way to see the General.

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Hermione gazed back at the evil pair of red beady eyes glaring back at her. Suddenly there was a scream that Hermione figured could be heard for miles.

“SEVERUS SNAPE!!!!” At this sound, the heavy man atop Hermione burst out of her like a ake ake on a griddle. He turned around to her, shaking profusely. Hermione smiled to herself as she grabbed her clothes that were lying next to her. Hermione watched as the woman glared at the naked man in front of her. The woman began to speak again. “Now what in hell’s name are you doing, Severus? Going off and raping random sluts.” Hermione watched the woman point to Hermione yet still keeping eye contact with Snape.

“I am fucking pissed to no end Severus, you just think that I am going to sit at home while you parade your ass around this vicinity fucking any random witch you can find. Well listen up Mr. I am not some random wife that will take you sleeping around.” At this, the woman slapped Snape across the face, now creating a red mark on Snape’s face. “You are to obey me, and please me and only me.” The woman called Claire was now face to face with her husband. “I am ashamed that you would stick this into a Mudblood” Claire yelled, grabbing Snape’s dick and yanking it. Snape yelped in agony, but his yelling didn’t stop the Claire. She pulled harder swinging it back and forth making Snape scream in agony, “you will never falter away from me, do you hear?” The angry woman yelled.

Snape didn’t saythinthing but shook his head in approval.

“ I can’t hear you,” the woman yelled at the man in front of her.

Snape trembled, then said, “I…. will never falter”

“That’s damn right,” The woman said, her hand still holding a firm grip on Snape’s privates.

This had to be the best minutes of Hermione’s life – to see Snape bend to a woman and feel her wrath; it was priceless. Hermione threw her clothes on and stood up, still looking at the couple. The woman shot Hermione a look of disgust, but Hermione knew she figured out why Hermione had sent her.

Claire looked back at her husband and slapped him again with her other hand. “You will never do this and I will see to it.” She walked away her hand still attached to Snape’s belonging, forcing Snape to follow her. She pulled hard and walked him out of the door, naked. When they where out of view, Hermione started laughing. It was indeed one of Hermione’s happiest moments.