The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 7
Revealed

Harry headed down the hallway leading to the General’s office. He was in for it; he had no clue what he was going to tell the General – he was unprepared. Harry finally reached the entryway. In it sat two sets of double doors, one leading to Sirius’s office, and the other to the General’s. Harry wished he were going to the left set of double doors instead of the right, because then he would be seeing Sirius and not the head honcho. Harry knocked on the right side of double doors. There was no response for a second then he heard a voice yell, “come in”.

Harry walked into the office to find several people in the room that he recognized. In the room were the Ministry of Magic; an old, decrepit Cornelius Fudge, Sirius, the General, and several other advisors.

“Ah…yes, Harry you’re here.” Harry heard Sirius say, as he walked over to him. Sirius directed Harry to a seat, while the other Ministry officials gathered around him at a large oak muggle business table. Cornelius sat at the front of the table, and started the meeting by hitting the table with a gavel.

“Welcome all, I am pleased to see everyone that was able to make this meeting. We are in a very serious predicament. As most of you may or may not know, Patricia Standling has been under a mind warp for the past couple of days. The woman has recently awoken from the trance. It so happens that her aura has been changed, thus creating problems. First of all, Patricia was well guarded by my most trusted advisors; some of you are in this room at this moment.

“A witch or wizards’ aura can only be changed manually; there is no way to warp a change of aura – so this makes it very hard for me to believe that we don’t have a traitor in the mist, whether it be in this room or outside it. I have decided to hire extreme protection on the girl in question, because I do not know enough about this charm and what damage she can cause while under it. If anyone has any information on this charm, please speak now.” Fudge demanded, now sitting down in his chair.

Harry glanced around the room at the blanked faces; now feeling guilty. He quickly went through his paperwork, finally reaching Ron’s parchment. Reading the parchment, Harry’s eyes bulged out of his head. Rod fod found just what he needed. Harry looked up and reached Fudge’s eye contact.

“Mr. Potter do you have something for us?” Fudge asked looking excited.

“Yes I do, Minister” Harry said standing up while groups of eyes followed him. Harry looked at the parchment and spoke.

“Changing an aura means that you are changing that person’s persona – the feel of what kind of person they are. This spell very deadly and is not well known. The transformation of an aura is a very task-oriented, complicated charm to cast. It requires the act of several witches and wizards. The charm works as such: six wizards are placed in a circle, approximately five inches between each. In the circle lays the subject who is being transformed. Each wizard and witch is dressed in either a green or black robe with a red dot in the middle of his or her forehead, representing the aura symbol. The subject must be conscious or the spell will not work. During the process of the transformation, each wizard chants a set of words for several minutes until the aura change is successful. The set of words entail:

‘We six grant thee Nomrah Nomrah’‘

“This saying is repeated over for several minutes until a white glow appears out of the subject’s cranium. When this occurs, the spell has been completed.

“Changing an aura back to its original state is a task in its own. The only time a reversal-aura spell can be done is on the night of a full moon, and must be preformed in the same location the spell was transferred. The same set up is placed out while the subject is lying in the middle of the circle. The chanting words entail:

‘We six forbid thee Nomrah Nomrah

“This saying is reported over for several minutes until a green glow appears out of the subject’s cranium. When this occurs the spell has been completed.

“If the reversal aura spell is not changed, there are side affects that will be seen by the subject: Attitude changes, some memory loss, body damage, and physical changes.”

With that, Harry slid back into his chair. He wore a blank stare while everyone around him quietly watched.

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Ron spent the whole afternoon in his office; he decided that another run-in with Melissa wouldn’t be a good thing. Running into her earlier was a trauma in its own. It seemed so awkward to see her when only hours before she was lying on his office table, naked. The thought brought a feeble feeling in his upper thighs. Why was he thinking of her this way? It was only Melissa; the woman he had known for over a year now. The witch that was his boss, his superior – never in his whole existence had he ever imagined he would be having sexual thoughts about her. Having sex with her was unbelievable and amazing; he couldn’t stop thinking about her. This had to stop or it was going to conflict with their work relationship.

Ron decided they might as well just get it out in the open; he hated feeling this way. Ron pushed his chair out from behind him and brought his legs to a standstill. He motioned his legs out the door, but when he reached her office she was gone. Wondering where she might be, Ron looked around. He still hadn’t taken any lunch breaks, yet he wasn’t hungry. He needed to speak to her; he was going insane from what this was doing to him. Finally, Ron reached the break room to find her eating a eating a sandwich.

“Hello”, Ron called out.

Melissa looked up to face Ron, “oh hello, Ron” She began to feel redness coming to her cheeks. She always hated the mornings after; the awkwardness usually took over. She really liked Ron, yet she still felt there was a part of her that wanted to give them some space. She ’t t’t the type of girl that just had one-night stands. She was a well-kept lady with high standards for herself. That’s how she always lived her life, and seeing him just made those standards drift away somehow. She needed to distance herself though, she wanted to get to know him before a relationship could start; at least that was what her mind was telling her. Her hormones wanted more of his body then of his mind, and that’s what scared Melissa.

“I am glad you came; there have been some things that I think we need to discus.” Melissa finally said.

Ron was taken aback – and to think he was the only one that wanted a discussion. This would be good; talking to her in a civil manner would calm his urges to jump over the table and rip that sandwich out of her mouth and replace it with his. But no, they needed to be calm and collected.

Ron sighed and listened, “I feel that last night was all very good and wonderful, it’s just I think that when in the workplace we need to follow by what is right and what is expected of us. I am interested in you Ron, and I want to be friends, but I feel that our relationship has taken a new meaning. I don’t want to push this on further – I think that we need to first become friends and then if there are still those feelings, then continue on the path of our relationship. I’m truly sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way. That was not my intention.” Saying that, Melissa pushed herself out of her chair, and walked out of the door; leaving Ron wide mouthed.


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Hermione sat back down in her chair, still smiling from the thought of that afternoon\'s events. This had been the most emotionally charged afternoon Hermione had experienced in a while. Her feelings of disgust and hate for Snape were growing; while feelings of release were making her feel unchained and unbound. She felt open to...life, all of it. She was amused to find herself happy... truly appreciating the breaths of air she was taking. Every moment that passed her and her senses; everything she sensed...so sweet; and the release – it was all so intoxicating to her. She decided that walking would provide a great deal of pleasure and release. She stepped around her desk and walked straight out of her office. She didn’t know where she wanted to stroll off to; she just knew she needed to stretch her legs. Her legs felt as if they were going to carry her off into the clouds.

She finally reached an exit door leading to a small park that rested behind the Charms Department. Hermione always loved coming to this area of the Department. It was secluded and it made Hermione feel peaceful and relaxed. The wind was about, flapping her hair up and around her face. Hermione saw no one out today, which made her feel even happier. She liked it best when she was alone. She made her way through the large benches and picnic tables to come to her favorite sitting spot. “Her tree,” as she liked to refer to it. “Her tree” was an old acorn tree that was the size of a small building. It was massive in size, but gentle to lie on. She would come out here to read on breaks and lunches. She and “her tree” would read the Daily Prophet or catch up on her Charm studies. It was the one time Hermione would feel free from Snape; the man that tormented her days and her nights. But, no more…she was free of his wrath and torment.


Hermione placed herself along the tree, and rested her back. The view from “her tree” was a sight. Hermione didn’t just come out here to read, but also to gaze at the wondrous and relaxing views. About twenty feet from the acorn tree laid a small river that flowed like the sound of angels singing. Hermione was at peace… until she heard the sound of leaves moving. Someone was walking about. Hermione shifted her body to the sounds of leaves cracking. There was a man behind a small bench not too far away reading a book as he walked. Hermione glanced further; he was quite attractive. He was wearing a long maroon cloak and had bottle cap glasses. His hair gleamed in the sunlight to show specks of yellow and brown. He was fairly tall and strutted with confidence as he strolled. Hermione glanced one last time, the then went back to her river gazing.

She could still hear him walking about. She tried to ignore it, but was unsuccessful. When it came to noise, Hermione grew annoyed very easily. Hermione soon felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around. It was the man that she had been spying on.

“I’m sorry to bother you, it’s just you have a stunning resemblance to the Charms Fellow Hermione Granger, might be her?” the mystery man asked, gazing at Hermione.

Hermione smiled, “Why yes that is me, and who might you be?” Hermione asked, sounding pompous.

The man looked extremely excited to hear this news. He quickly kneeled down. “Why my name is Marcus Turner. I was currently transferred here from Barkinstein,” the man smiled, reaching his hand to Hermione’s.

Hermione gave an approving smile, “Barkinstein? Well that’s one of the most prestigious academies in Europe. It’s nice to meet you.” Hermione said shaking his hand in appreciation.

The man sat next to Hermione, still focusing his attention on her. “I have heard so much about you Ms. Granger. I am truly a fan. I have read all your work on the Famarcius Charm and your work on the Bartley project. You are a genius; I feel honored to be in your accompany” Turner said, smiling again.

Hermione began to blush; she wasn’t used to so much praise from a person she had just met only seconds before. She simply smiled and began to raise herself from the ground when Marcus shot up and helped her up himself. “He sure is a gentleman,” Hermione thought to herself.

“It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Turner, but I must head home. My housemates will be expecting me.” Hermione said, feeling awkward.

The man smiled and nodded his head. “Oh course, ma’am I wouldn’t want to keep you. It was a pleasure meeting you as well.”

Hermione smiled one last time and apparated to her office.

~~

Hermione arrived in her office to be greeted arryarry sitting behind her desk drinking out of an oval coffee cup. Shocked, Hermione began to smile, “well…isn’t this a surprise!” Hermione exclaimed. She wasn’t expecting him. They had got off to a rough morning, and she figured he came to talk about it. She walked over to her desk where he slowly stood up to greet her.

“I was thinking about how things were this morning, and I wanted to talk to you about them.” Harry said with concern in his eyes.

Hermione felt her stomach turn; she wanted to talk…but a part of her wanted to change the subject.

Harry looked at her face; she certainly was a beauty beyond recognition. She came closer to him; her body inches from his. This certainly wasn’t helping things. He wanted to talk to her, but he was fearful of succumbing to her bodily temptations. “I was hoping we could catch some dinner tonight,” Harry said, leaning his weight on his left side.

Hermione smiled and nodded, “that’s fine… .it wworkwork.” Hermione said, shaking her head.

Suddenly, there was a knock…Hermione gasped; she wasn’t allowed to have company during work hours. “Damn Harry, hide.” Hermione yelled, now sweating.

Harry looked at her in confusion. “Sorry, but I’m not allowed to have company.” Hermione said, grinning.

“What?!” that’s ridiculous!” Harry said, groaning as he slipped under her desk.

Hermione ran to the door. When she reached the doorknob, she quickly straightened her dress, and then slowly opened her door to see none other then Severus Snape.

“What do you need, Snape?” Harry heard Hermione ask. He hated Snape, even more now since he was Hermione’s boss. How he even got the job of Head of all Charms Fellow, Harry had no clue. So he listened on….

“Well, that’s not a nice way to great your supervisor and the man you just ruined.” Snape sneered.

“Ruined?” Hermione asked innocently. “What in the fairing forests do you mean?” Hermione asked batting her eyelashes. She looked calm, but inside she was screaming.

Snape laughed, “Granger, you sure do know how to be funny when the time comes. But, I’ve decided I don’t want to make you laugh right now.” Snape said with malice in his eyes. “You are going to pay for what you did to me,” Snape said, stepping close to her.

Harry was raging with anger. What in the world was Snape talking about? Why was he speaking to Hermione like that? Something certainly was going on… If he touched her, Harry at least would be there to save her.

Hermione looked at Snape; she was in danger…. Claire had hunapenape, and now he was going to force his rage on her. Hermione felt her back hit something…. it was her cabinet. was was stuck…. again. How did she get her self in these predicaments? Snape slapped the cabinet behind her then clasped his warm mouth upon hers. She started to scream, but was unsuccessful. He had sprawled his entire body against hermachmach, making it hard for her to breathe; this definitely was torture. He moved his hands up her shirt, fondling her breast.

Harry could hear movement, but no speaking. What was going on out there…and what was he doing? Harry decided to just get up – maybe they left. He moved himself out from under the desk and turned in the direction of the exit – to see Hermione being trampled by Snape. Shocked and horrified, Harry ran and grabbed Snape. He turned him around and punched him in the face.

This caught Snape off guard – he fell to the ground, away from Hermione. Hermione gasped, falling to the floor. Harry kneeled down, making sure she was okay, and then moved to Severus, “what the fuck do you think you are doing?” Harry asked demanding an answer. Snape made no movement of responding. Harry stepped over to Snape, while kicking him in the side. Groaning, Snape looked at Harry making a disgusting facial expression. Harry leaned down to Snape then grabbed his head, slamming it hard on the cold pavement. “You will never touch her again.” Harry yelled spitting on Snape’s matted face.