The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 8
The Carbon Copy

The cold pavement creped up her back and around her legs; the hard ground was unbearable and her back was aching mond mnd more by the hour. Her cell was surrounded by pavement and bloodstains. The steel bars in front of her were covered in fingernail scrapings. Her cell was smaller then a bathroom stall; she could reach her arms out and touch the opposite wall. Along the cement flooring, several creepy crawlers kept her company; running along her arms and legs, making homes in her angelic skin. This was her glorious life now; from a prestigious life of award shows and handsome men flocking to her side – to the life of scraping up rat food. Ginny Weasley cried to herself. What had she got herself into? She was now a prisoner to the most wanted witch of the wizarding world.

She looked through the bars in front of her and she saw a skinny pale face wizard who was weeping. His head was placed on the cement carpet, while tears of pain and sorrow ran down his cheek. Seeing so much agony made Ginny’s heart melt. However horrible she felt, she still thought more about others then herself. For some reason, the wizard in front of her was shackled in chains. His two arms where tied together to the ground along with his ankles, in the fetal position; the man was dressed in a maroon wrap along his waist covering his privates. His chest was open, showing his bony figure. Along his back were amounts of scrapes and bruises. Ginny could tell he must have been here for a while. The man seemed to be olinnyinny concluded. From what Ginny could see, she could tell that he had a long beard, but unbrushed, it appeared to be in shambles covering his entire face. Ginny sighed, whomever the man was he had suffered greatly.

She suddenly shot her head to the left side of her cell; she could hear hard footsteps tumbling down the hallway. The footsteps became louder and closer with each step. Soon enough, the footsteps came to a halt. Ginny looked up to see a tall man standing in front of her. The man was dressed in a deep emerald cloak. Remaining in her current position, the man removed his cloak. As much as she hated Draco Malfoy, she couldn’t resist his handsomeness. He was dressed in a plain white collard button up shirt, followed by a pair of black slacks. He looked at her with malice, yet had a smin hin his lips. He smiled, then turned around and summoned a chair. Placing the chair in front of the steel bars, he watched. Feeling way too conscientious, Ginny spoke up. “Now, if you have came to stare at me all night, I’d rather you just leave…. sorry to say you’re not very entertaining to look at.” Ginny scowled, returning the malice attraction.

Laughing to himself, Draco walked around to the front of the chair and sat. Folding his arms around his chest, he gazed at the woman in front of him; the same woman he had known since they were kids. The last time Draco recalled placing his oval eyes on Ginny Weasley must have been their last year on Hogwarts grounds. Although Draco was a death eater at the time, he still imagined and dreamed of beautiful women below him. Ginny was that type of girl in school, that everyone either wanted her or the mudblood, Granger. Draco didn’t know what it was; every boy at Hogwarts wanted them. Draco once thought it was the fact that both of them belonged to that scar-head Potter, and if they had one of them, then they would be ruler of Hogwarts. But, since then Draco realized that the one reason guys (and even girls) wanted to be with them was because they were hot pieces of ass. So, scoring with one of them would a hell raising adventure that would never end.

Looking at her brought a quirk to his mouth. Who would ever think that the woman everyone wanted was at Draco’s fingertips? He could have his way with her, and no one would ever know; but even Draco Malfoy had more class then that. He may have been one of the world’s most malicious villains of their time, but he was no st. st. That was Severus Snape, and Draco would rather die then be positioned in the same category as that man. Finally, after spending a couple moments gawking at her mangled body (which was still sexy in Draco’s mind) he spoke up.

“Well, well, well… isn’t it the lovely female Weasley. Tell me, is your brother still the screw up of the family, or is that still your father?” Draco said, laughing malevolently, tempting to raise hempermper.

Ginny just stared with pure hate. Ginny knew he was the type of person that could rile up a prisoner, but she would not sink to his disgusting level. She stared on…not moving her eyes away from his. If she glanced away, it would show weakness, and she wouldn’t let herself succumb. She stared on, into his deep hollow eyes. The same eyes that where filled with darkness and evil. An evil that had overcame him, and his willingness to fight it. Although Ginny hated tan, an, she still could see goodness; even behind his black façade of torture and suffering. Because, she had known him before this maliciousness had defeated his psyche.

“I see that you are still as calm, yet tempered as I remember you being” Draco scowled, still tempting to defeat her. She may be strong, but soon he would bring her to her knees. “Now how is it that such a lovely woman as yourself, is trapped in a place like this? Who did you screw over to be picked for such an important assignment?” Draco asked placing his hands on the metal bars in front of him. Is it because you are close to a certain someone? No, that can’t be it…is it because you are a Weasley, and everyone loves to fuck with a Weasley? No…that can’t be it either. Well what could it be?” Draco said, placing his left-hand index finger to his chin. He leaned in toward the bars looking straight into Ginny’s eyes, making her jump.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, my dear” Draco said in a deep, scowling voice. “I have a surprise for you; yes… this will be good.” Draco said, still looking at Ginny intently. Ginny listened, her heart beating faster by the minute. “You see…. the reason you were brought here was for the sole purpose of …now get ready for this” Draco said in a hyper accent. He then smiled broadly and slowly spoke, “was to enslave you – body and soul”. At these last words, a woman appeared behind Malfoy. This woman looked very familiar to Ginny. Shocked and horrified, Ginny quickly braced herself along the wall while picking her disheveled person up.

Thunderstruck, Ginny looked at the woman more closely; this person… was the exact replica of herself.

~~~

Ron stepped into his luxurious abode; hanging his cloak on a pedestal near the doorway; he scanned his entryway. There was a cloak hanger on the wall to his left that led to a short hallway. The hallway led to the kitchen and living room. To the left of Ron were a half bath and a spare bedroom; which was hardly ever used. Ron trotted down the hallway and threw himself on the nearest couch he could find. Looking around the living room, he saw the two rooms in front of him. His bedroom was the nearest to him, then next to that room was his office. Behind Ron sat the small but satisfying yard. Ron enjoyed coming to his home. It was peaceful and he felt comfortable. Although he lived alone, he felt calm and fulfilled.

Ron tried to think of the day’s past events. His life sure was a muggle soap opera. He had encountered his second ever fling in his life while discovering a major disaster at work, then to find himself reentering his ex sex partner’s life, only for it to be taken away. Melissa’s behavior confused to him. It may have been a fling, but who says flings never work out? Ron enjoyed Melissa’s company, but something was wrong and Ron was determined to find out what that problem was. He may be a gentlemen, but he was still a man; a man tdidndidn’t take no for an answer.

Thinking about this, he hopped off of the couch he was sitting in and walked over to his countertop in the kitchen. Grabbing a piece of parchment, he jotted down a quick note to Melissa. After finishing the letter, Ron scanned over it one more time.


Melissa,

Hey its Ron…I was thinking about how things went today, and I feel like we need to talk. If you could meet me tonight, I would appreciate it. Please meet me at the Traveling Witch in an hour.

See you then.

Ron Weasley

After re reading it over two more times, he tied the letter to Wilson’s leg. Wilson was a good owl – determined and appreciative to send letters. Wilson nibbled on Ron’s hand and was off. Ron had received Wilson as a gift from Harry on his last birthday. The last owl Ron was using was on his last leg, and Harry surprised him with the owl at his birthday dinner. Watching Wilson fly out the window, Ron decided that getting ready would be efficient. So without haste, he nearly pounced into his bedroom, then into the hot, relaxing shower.

~~~

Hermione lay, out of breath her back flinching in pain. As she watched Harry spit in Snape’s face, she closed her eyes in terror. What was to happen now? Now that he knew what Snape was doing to her and her body? How would he act, or even treat her? Would he still be there for her, would he feel the same for her? Many questions flooded her mind. Hermione just sat there in shock and horror. She didn’t move when the Headmaster came in to see Snape lying only feet from her. She noticed the Headmaster’s reaction, but still made no movements of getting up. She watched as many ministry officials came and chained Snape up, walking him out her office. She watched as Harry came back into the room, and watched as he looked at her. What was to happen now? Hermione watched as he stood there looking at her… whatever was going through his head, Hermione didn’t know.

Suddenly, he spoke.

“Hermione,” Harry gasped. “Why didn’t you tell me? God Hermione, this is serious…” Harry said, feeling hurt and angry at the same time. She said nog. Hg. Harry looked at her more, leaning down to her level, looking into her eyes. It was true; he was mad, mad that she didn’t say anything…. mad that she would keep such a secret. Harry couldn’t imagine the terror and humility she must have been through. He wanted to help, but how could he help his best friend when she wouldn’t even tell him of the most important details of her life? Was she scared…. did she think he wouldn’t understand? He didn’t know.

Harry decided she had been through too much already. He slowly moved closer to her; watching as her eyes moved up to his. “Finally, eye contact,” Harry thought. He inched her body closer to his. Holding out his arms as he lay inches from her on the cold musty flooring, she released herself from the wall that she had been chained to for so long. He grabbed her body gently and moved her onto his lap hugging her softly wanting to be there for her, and wanting to save her from the terrors she had faced throughout her life without him. Him not knowing of how she had been treated made Harry feel as if he had failed at keeping her safe. He needed to protect Hermione. Without her, Harry felt lost and confused. Whoever would come in and out of Harry’s life, without her by his side…he was a lost soul looking for a way of being rescued. He kissed the top of her head, cuddling her close in his arms. This is what felt good and right, this is what every man was looking for…. a place to come home to, a place of love and release.

Hermione lay in Harry’s arms feeling like a weight had been lifted. Why oh why did she think that he wouldn’t understand? It was Harry, her best friend, her savior; the man that had seen her through everything. They had been friends for so long, and now he new every secret she had been hiding. He didn’t push her away, or run from her. He stayed by her side.

Hermione felt a love for Harry that would never die. She had always loved him before, but somehow it was different now; there where things missing from her life before and now she new what that emptiness was…. it was Harry. The way he would hold her, the way he would kiss her; even the way she felt in the pit of her stomach when she noticed him in a room – the butterflies. She felt complete and secure; a life of compassion without limits. She felt free from boundaries and secrets. She could be open to him and their relationship, whatever that was at this point she didn’t know…but she now knew that her love for Harry was more then anything could surpass.

Harry watched as Hermione feel asleep in his arms, he kissed her head one last time, then apparated her to her bed. She slept while he kept a close eye one her, soon feeling at ease.


~~~

After re-reading the letter, she placed her coffee cup on the counter. Ron had sent her a letter asking to meet him. “That man would never stop at this relationship,” Melissa thought. Relationship…. the word stuck out in her mind. What was their relationship? …she had no clue. Looking around the kitchen, Melissa watched a cat stroll around her counters, sniffing the tiles for missing particles of food. Melissa ignored the feline and walked outside and sat herself in the nearest recliner. She needed to figure out a way to speak to Ron, and how she was going to get close to him. She may have sexual feelings for him…but that was it. She was not in love with him – what would make her love him, anyway? He was a man she had grown to know as a colleague and a person she bossed around now and then. Ron wasn’t the type of man she could see having kids with. The thought of having kids made Melissa shiver. She hated kids and everything that had to do with them.

Several trees were scattered in the backyard, accompanied by chipmunks and birds. She hated the sounds that birds made; so cheerful and lovely. It made her want to puke. Melissa wasn’t the type of woman that loved Sunday dresses and ice cream parlors. She definitely wasn’t a Patricia Standling. No…she was the type of woman all men feared and wanted to punch. Although they hated her, these men were frightened of Melissa’s confidence and arm strength. Thinking about this always made Melissa smile to herself. She loved being intimidating; it was what got her out of bed every day. Everyone who had ever worked with her knew this as well. So, if they weren’t on Melissa’s list of allies, then they were in the doghouse.

Suddenly, Melissa jolted her face to the right…there was someone walking around her yard. She could hear leaves crackling under the weight of feet. Grabbing her wand under her cloak, she quickly and silently stepped out of the chair she was sitting in. Tiptoeing her way around the nearest corner to her, she listened. She could hear heavy footsteps, slowly walking towards the corner where she was hiding. Edging herself closer to the edge, she jumped out of the corner to reveal herself… but no one was there. All she could see was more trees and fallen leaves. Thinking to herself, she walked further down the right side of the yard – still keeping her ears free of distractions. Wide eyed, she looked around her and in front of her…but there was no one to be seen. She could have sworn someone was there…. then BAM!!! She had fallen straight into something, landing on her back.

Out of breath, she quickly skirted her away from the invisible mark she had hit. Keeping her eyes peeled, she watched as an object appeared out of thin air. Wide eyed, Melissa stood up now pissed as ever.

“Now, what in the bloody hell do you think you are doing, scaring a person like that?” she said, realizing who it had been. “Damn-it Charles what in hell’s name are you doing here, you will be seen,” Melissa spat. Of all the places, he had to show up here. Melissa looked at him; Charles was a buff bald man, who wore a muggle army suit, and wore muggle army boots to match.

“Oh come down, don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’m here on direct orders from him,” Charles yelled in an Irish accent.

Melissa’s eyes widened. “Really, what did he say, how is he doing, where is he now” Melissa asked anxiously, her stomach tightening with every word.

“Calm down! Jesus of Mary and Joseph,” Charles demanded. “Don’t get all girly on me now…. he has an assignment for ya, and he wants this to work or he’ll have yourd med me heads. Now let’s go inside, I don’t like talking about such matters in the wide open.” Charles demanded while Melissa led him inside.

Before stepping through the glass door, Melissa turned around to face Charles. “Now remember to be quiet, people could be listening somehow; magical bugs!”

Charles shook his head in response.

Walking inside, Charles took a seat in the living room. “Now, sit down and listen very carefully. I am here to tell you that in order for the plan to take place, he needs you to go on a special assignment.” Charles said seriously looking at Melissa, who was now sitting in front of him, wide eyed. “We know now that bitch Patricia is now up and about, and is telling God knows who about the warpin’ spell,” Charles noted, Melissa nodded. “This can not happen, so we are gonna put some people out on the field, to keep that from occurin’! Is that understood, Josephine?” Charles said, sternly.

Melissa shot out of her chair, placing her index finger to the tip of her lips. In a quiet voice, she squeaked, “don’t ever refer to me by that name; there could be magical bugs anywhere.” Sweat rolling down her face, she watched as Charles rolled his eyes and continued to speak.

“Now, in order for the secret place to stay hidden we need you to get close to those who are close to Potter. We have already sent someone out on assignment for the other acquaintances, but there is one person who is not covered, and that’s were you come in,” Charles said, his voice nearly to a whisper. “In order for the plan to work, he wants you to get especially close to Ronald Weasley.”

At these words, Melissa’s eyes opened wider then they had ever been, “What?!” she yelled, not realizing why she was being silent before.

“Calm down, woman!” Charles yelled. “This is your assignment, you are to find out as much information as possible, and if it requires other…” Charles paused to clear his throat, “other duties, you will abide. Each week, you will be asked to meet with him to reveal any information you have acquired. Is that clear?” Charles asked, as Melissa shook her head. “On last thing - you are to wear this device,” Charles said pulling a small piece of metal out of his shirt pocket.

Melissa scanned the metal; it looked like a recording device. “This is a transponder…it will locate your position at all times,” Charles explained. He went on to say, “There is only one way to insert the transponder; it has to be done manually,” Charles said, taking a muggle army knife out of his boot.

At this action, Melissa jumped out of her chair again. “Oh no you don’t. You stick that in me, and I will shove it up where the sun don’t shine.”

Laughing, Charles pulled out his wand and hexed her. “I don’t think so, my dear” Charles said, walking over to her.

Immobile, her eyes widened as he took the army knife and glazed it against her skin. Running the cold metal over her upper right shoulder, he finally pinched the skin, digging the knife into her flesh.

Squealing in pain, Melissa shut her eyes in horror. Blood trickling down her back, Charles inserted the transporter and closed her wound. Releasing her from the hex he gave a quick wink and vanished with a “pop”.

~~

Open, close, open, close…. Ginny tried this many times, but whenever she opened her eyes, there still was that figure in front of her cell. The figure that was the exact replica of herself. Confused, Ginny glanced over at Malfoy – who was advertising the broadest grin possible. Distraught, Ginny pulled herself closer to the bars, her fingers inches from Draco’s chair. What in the world was that thing…was it real… how was it possible? How much Ginny had studied, she never in her wildest dreams could she remember any process in which one could clone another. It just couldn’t be done, at least not with magic. She remembered reading an article a while back that mentioned how muggles cloned farm animals, but the research had never gone beyond that.

Squeezing her eyes shut one last time, she uttered her first words since seeing the impersonator. “What is that?” she screamed louder than intended. Opening her eyes, she saw that Draco was now on his feet walking around the clone. Draco watched as she eyed him closer and closer, trying to kill him with her stare. He wouldn’t budge; the reaction he had received from her was priceless. Walking around the clone, he admired the woman that was the exact copy of Ginny. Testing the real Ginny’s temper would be fun.

“Doesn’t she just look divine?” Draco said, teasing maliciously. He loved getting under her skin. Making her angry was getting Draco riled up, looking at her and seeing how pissed she was caused him to experience his first ever aphrodisiac. Being the sick bastard that he was, Draco loved his bitches to be downright irate when he gave them foreplay. The feeling that the women despised him made Draco burst like a champagne bottle at a New Year’s party. It was a feeling of control, and the fact that he could dominate them with his body. Even though they despised him, the feeling was earth shattering to Draco. When it came to Draco Malfoy, almost every woman had animosity towards him.

Looking at her now was making him think of the ways he could get her to his bed. Draco always loved a challenge, and Ginny Weasley sure enough was the ultimate challenge. Her aroma was enough to make him feel the need to break down the bars that were keeping him from her. But Draco stayed calm and collected. He wouldn’t let her see his weakness; he would wait until the time was right and then he would pounce!

“So what do you think?” Draco asked again, now looking at the fake Ginny. She sure was amazing he thought – identical to size and shape. The real Ginny scowled. What in heaven’s name was he going to do with a copy of her?

“What are you going to do with that?” she scowled, feeling threatened. Draco took his eyes of the clone and stared at Ginny.

“Well I’m glad that you finally said something intelligent, Ginny Weasley. I was beginning to worry about you.” Draco replied, smiling with every pronunciation. Ginny grinned in an unimpressed way.

Laughing, Draco continued, “well this lovely piece of ass,” Draco said ignoring the gasp from the real Ginny, “is the exact replica of the famous model and girlfriend to Lenard Waltson. She has been designed to represent you, while you stay locked away from the world! We don’t want anyone to think you are missing, do we?” Draco teased, sounding malignant.

Draco looked over at Ginny; she was advertising the largest expression of hate Draco had ever seen upon her face. Smiling to himself, he continued, “she will act as a stand-in; sleeping with your lovers, conversing with your family and friends…oh and of course, obtaining information about certain members of the Potter world.” Draco smiled to himself- it was the perfect plan. Draco grinned; he could tell that Ginny despised every inch of him. It was perfect; she was falling into his trap.

“What makes you think that this clone or whatever you refer to it as, will do as you ask?” Ginny asked, sounding annoyed. “I’m sure she has a mind of her own,” Ginny added.

Smiling more broadly, Draco walked over to the bars and winked. “Would you like a presentation?” Draco asked. Answering his own question he preceded, “oh I think that you just might”. Stepping over to the clone, which was ing ing back and forth from the real Ginny to Draco, she smiled. “Yes, hello Ginny” Draco said greeting the clone.

“Hello Mr. Malfoy,” the clone greeted back.

Feeling in control, Draco felt he new how to get under the real Ginny’s skin. He proceeded, “Now Ginny, I want you to kiss me on the lips.”

The real Ginny’s mouth spat off with a “Why you bloody bastard!”

Ignoring the cursing, the clone Ginny did as she was asked. Locking her lips upon Draco Malfoy she kissed him hard yet soft, until Draco pushed her away.
Moving his head to the cell, he smiled waving his hands in the air. “You see, hun – she does anything I ask”