HPNSA - BOOK ONE

Title: HPNSA- Book One
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Everyone in the Potter Univers and some original characters
Rating: ADULTS ONLY
Category: Romance, Dark Fic, Angst, Drama, Tragedy, Supernatural, AU(Alternate Universe), General, Horror, Suspense
Status: Finsihed
Word Count: 99,685 (21 Chapters)
Pairing: Ron/Harry
Summary: In a world of magic they found each other. Together they found love. But with that love came a curse that none were able to escape. Now they must defy the gods and race against time to keep the one thing they wanted all their lives. Will love conquer all?
Note: This is the original fanfic that I wrote which is now being rewritten as Scaccarium.

DISCLAIMER: The Story is Fanfiction which means, I don't own it, nor am I making money out of it, so don't sue me!

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CHAPTER ONE
WHEN DEATH IS NOT ENOUGH
Timeline: January 15 – 1997 (Harry abducted on 11th)




"Where is he, Hermione?" Ron said weakly as he watched the crackling of the fire in the Gryffindor common room hearth. Hermione sat beside him, her eyes brimming with tears. She clutched a pillow and rubbed his shoulders lightly as his body shook with anger and fear. It had been four days since Harry disappeared, and they had been searching endlessly for clues that would tell them where his abductors had taken him. Everyday, their search came out empty and Ron feared they would not be able to find him in time.
"Professor Lupin is out with Tonks and Professor Moody. They are scouring the area for the Portkey that was used. Hopefully we’ll find it before..." Hermione hesitated. "I'm sorry,”

"It's all right, Hermione," Ron assured, after a pause. He covered his face with his hands and brushed his hair as they fell clumsily over his eyes.

Ron felt like his heart would burst out of his chest—he had done everything to prevent this but it still happened. Now he questions every move they make, every decision, every plan, doubting even Dumbledore’s powers. He has even lost confidence in the castle that had been a stronghold for them for many years. The attack had left it torn and tattered, and though repair for it had begun, his faith that it would be able to withstand their enemies had greatly diminished.

The Death Eaters, led by Lucius Malfoy, had stormed Hogwarts with a horde of demons and Dementors, and though Ron, the DA, and the members of the Order had tried their best to protect Harry, he had still been taken. Though he knows they would not kill him, what they had in store for him was something worse than death. They knew Harry was a Nymphrodite—someone who bore the Iranna—someone who could give them what they have all been craving for, immortality.

“This is all my fault!” Ron cried.

“Stop it, Ron,” Hermione said. “Blaming yourself is not going to do any good.”

“I can’t help it, Hermione!” Ron said. “Dumbledore’s warning had been clear—Never let anyone know! That day we got married, they found out, because Uriel had been working for the Dark Lord all the time.”

“Nobody knew he was,” Hermione said.

“But I had a suspicion, that day, when he refused to accept our emblems, somehow I knew. Something told me we shouldn’t go through with it.” Ron said.

“Harry wanted that marriage, Ron. He would have done it nevertheless,” Hermione said.

“But I could have stopped him!” Ron retorted.

“You tried,” Hermione said.

“I should have tried harder!” Ron cried in exasperation. He stood and walked closer to the hearth. “If I knew it would not turn the curse,”

“You don’t know that,” Hermione said.

“Yes, nobody knows! That is the whole damn problem, isn’t it? We were trying to avert something we knew nothing about! I was a fool to think we did something!” Ron cried.

Hermione stood and went closer to him, and holding his face with her hands she said, “But you did. Ron, Harry has never been happier. It may not have turned the curse, but being married to you has given him so much happiness.”

“I’d rather see him unhappy than see him dead!” Ron said crossly.

“He’s not dead yet!” Hermione snapped back.

“That’s right!” Ron yelled. “But if we don’t find him soon, he just might.” Ron could feel the chunks rising to his throat, blocking his air pipes. He swallowed hard, pushing them back still his eyes betrayed him and soon they were flooded.

“Ron,” Hermione whined. “Come on, there’s still hope. If we give in to despair then we can be sure Harry won’t stand a chance. You need to be strong, blaming yourself will only weaken your resolve.”

“I’m trying my best, Hermione.” Ron said softly, wiping away the tears that streamed down his face. “I’m trying as hard as I can. But I,”

“And Harry knows that. Ron, he knows how much you love him, and that you will do everything in your capacity, and beyond it to rescue him, and your son.” Hermione assured him. “Have faith in yourself,”

Ron looked at Hermione and nodded. Although it would take a long time before he’d completely trust his judgment again, he found her confidence in him made him feel a bit better. “It’s always good talking to you, you know that?”
Hermione smiled at him then said, “You should get some sleep. Tomorrow morning may prove fruitful. Who knows, perhaps they’ll find the Portkey, or even their lair,” Hermione said.
Ron shook his head. “There’ll be no sleep in me tonight.”
“Then here,” Hermione gave him a vial of sleeping draught. “Drink this.”

“Sleeping draught? I’d rather not.” Ron said.

“I’ll hex you if you don’t drink it.” Hermione warned.

Ron smiled a bit; it was pointless arguing with her because she always won. He took a deep breath and hesitantly took the vial from her hand. Hermione then led him towards the couch then he downed the contents in one gulp and the effects were almost instant. As he stretched his tired body his mind faded into a dreamless sleep, the last thing he felt was Hermione’s kiss upon his forehead.




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The morning proved desperately disappointing. Neither Tonks nor Moody had any good news for Ron. No one had a clue where the Death Eaters had taken Harry, and the Portkey they used had not been recovered. Professor Lupin, though, had disturbing news. He said that Draco was also missing. He was last seen saving Ginny from a Dementor during the attack. However, Ginny said he went after the demons that were carrying Harry away –- flying low on his broomstick.

"Where is Ginny now?" Tonks said. She was wearing a sling on her arm as she was injured during the attack.

"She’s with her mother," Remus replied.

“Well, that’s a start. There’s hope that he was able to catch up with them. He could have rescued Harry.” Tonks said enthusiastically.

Ron, though, was not as hopeful, and Remus could not help but worry about how all this was affecting him. He had been quietly playing with a remembrall all morning, trying hard not to join in, though his face was clearly disturbed by their news.

"Ron, I know the odds are against us, but knowing someone was able to follow them is more than what we hoped for." Remus said.

"I know..." Ron said. “It’s just--” He was cut off when Hermione came rushing in with Viktor Krum.

“Professor Lupin, he’s here!” Hermione said.

“Ah Viktor, thank you for coming at such short notice. Have you been informed why you are here?” Remus said.

“She told me, that Harry had been taken.” Viktor answered. “They vant the Iranna,”

“Yes. We have no record of how an Iranna is taken; we were hoping you can tell us about it,” Tonks said.

Viktor took a deep breath, but hesitated to begin because Ron was there. “Are you sure it is ok vit him?”
“Ron?” Hermione asked.

Ron sighed heavily; he looked at all their faces and when he couldn’t stand the look of pity in their eyes, he turned around and walked towards the door. He never liked being pitied but knew he couldn’t really blame them if they did. “Go ahead, Krum.”

Viktor cautiously told them the rituals that he knew, “Vat I know, may not be enough, for I only read it in a book—“ He looked at Hermione hoping she’d just tell them about the book. But she cleared her throat and frowned at him. He looked back at Professor Lupin then went on.

“That has all the rituals used to get the Iranna, though only two have been known to be effective. There is one called incubi combibo –- vich means they vill use an Incubus to suck out the Iranna from him.”
At this, Remus closed his eyes tightly. “I think we may have seen that before.” He looked at Ron who still had his back to them. “Has there been any record that this attempt was successful?”

“Yes, there vas. According to legend, one demon had successfully taken an Iranna.” Viktor answered.

“Legend?” Moody said.

“Vell, there is no more written of him,” Viktor said.

“Do you suppose they’ll use that on Harry?” Tonks asked. “Use another Incubus to take the Iranna?”

“I don’t think they vould. The pain the suction causes usvally kills the Nymphrodite before an Iranna is released,” Viktor answered. “They von’t risk it knowing they’d have to vait one hundred years for another Nymphrodite.”

“Alright, what do you think is the ritual they would use?” Remus said, rubbing his forehead.

“I think the one called Priori-Mortem...” Viktor answered.

“Priori-mortem?” Tonks said grimly. “Before death? What kind of a ritual is that?”

“The darkest one I’ve ever read. They force the Iranna out of the Nymphrodite until he reaches the point before death,” Viktor said. “This has been proven the most effective of all Dark rituals.”

“And exactly how do they reach that point?” asked Lupin.

“Vell, the book says--” Viktor looked back at Ron again, “Through…” Krum took a deep breath, “…through several ceremonies done by a group of wizards, vich vould make it perfect for them. There are two ceremonies I think…no three…I could be wrong. I have not the heart to read the ritual completely.”

“You mean, the ritual is not done in one day?” Tonks asked.

“No. It is done vithin three days I think. One ceremony per day – there is the vhip, and they vould take turns--”

Krum could not continue without looking back at the hunched figure near the door. He swallowed hard, and looked at Hermione who had a worried look on her face, and then at the others whose faces were a mixture of anxiousness and fear.

“Viktor?” Professor Lupin asked.

Krum inhaled deeply, then said, “Part of the ritual, requires that they---“

“Go on,” Professor Lupin urged.

“—Ron—“ Said Krum, hoping Ron would stop him from further describing the ritual.

Ron turned around slowly, his blue-green eyes swimming in angry tears. “Go on, Krum,” his deep baritone voice cracking.

“Ron…” Krum sighed heavily. “They vill---rape him,”

Ron shook with fury, his chest heaving with every breath he took. “They will not…”

“I’m sorry,” Krum said softly.

“THEY—WILL—NOT—TOUCH—HIM!” Ron cried; He felt like his heart was about to burst out of his ribcage. He punched the door shattering the remembrall in his hand.

“Ron!” Professor Lupin cried out.

“You lie!” Ron cried out, holding Krum by the seams of his thick fur cloak. His eyes seeking assurance that what had been said was a mistake, and the Krum would take it back.

However, Krum just looked down onto the floor. When Ron had eased his grip, his eyes met Ron’s sternly, and he nodded. “They vill, Ron. If you don’t get there in time, they vill.”

Ron slowly sank to the floor, crumpled in horror. Hermione ran to his side immediately and wrapped her arms around his shaking body.

“They vill use the ritual that has been proven the most effective of all rituals. One that has been used for many centuries since it vas devised.” Krum said slowly, and it could be seen by the look in his eyes that he pitied Ron greatly.

“Wait, if this is the most effective, how come no one’s been successful in getting an Iranna?” Moody asked.

“According to the book, the wizards that take part usvally fail because they reach Priori-Mortem and could not stop.” Viktor answered. “There were instances where an Iranna was taken, but they don’t take it in, or they end up fighting over who takes it first. The Iranna turns to dust in less than a minute if not taken.”

“Turn to dust?” Moody asked.

“Yes.” Viktor answered.

Krum then knelt. Ron, who was now kneeling on the floor, his face buried in his hands, looked up at him as he placed his hand on his shoulder. “Ron, there is something you--”

“Viktor,” Hermione said, cutting him short of what he tried to say.

“No, I must tell him,” Viktor insisted.

“Tell him what?” Remus said.

“Viktor!” Hermione warned.

“Hermione---what is going on?” Remus said.

“N-nothing.” Hermione stammered. “I just thought Viktor should not describe the rituals any more, Ron is clearly upset,”

Professor Lupin, who clearly did not buy her alibi, turned his attention to Krum. “What were you supposed to say, Viktor?” Remus said.

Viktor hesitated but decided to say it. “Isn’t Harry heavy with child?”

“Yes,” Answered Remus, Tonks and Moody stopped talking to each other and listened. “He’s on his final term. Why’d you ask?”

“They can’t do the ritual until he gives birth.” Viktor replied.

Ron slowly stood, looking even more horrified than before. “What are you trying to tell me—that they’d force him to give birth so they can do the ritual?”

“Yes. Harry would also need to recover from childbirth or he’d die before they even get half-way.” Viktor answered.

“That means we might have time! It’s possible they have not done anything yet!” Tonks said, again her optimism, though well meant, did very little to change Ron’s mood.

“Ron,” Viktor said. “They might kill your son,”

Ron looked back at the Bulgarian questioningly. He could not understand why Viktor had to tell him this in the state he was in; adding another gory detail such as this was clearly not helping. However, Viktor’s eyes were trying to tell him something else, something he had been trying to explain but couldn’t. Ron looked at Professor Lupin and the others—they were now busy talking with each other. Ron tried to get Viktor to say it buy Professor Lupin called him again.

“Viktor,”

“Yes, Professor,” Said Krum, his eyes transfixed on Ron.

“You can stay here and spend the night in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione will accompany you.” Professor Lupin walked towards them, and Krum stood slowly and faced him. “We are very grateful. Truly grateful, Viktor.”

Krum nodded then he and Hermione took their leave and left.

Ron followed them with his eyes wondering what it was that Krum wanted to tell him but was reluctant to have other ears hear. Clearly, it was something about Harry, and their son, something that only he was supposed to know.

But Krum never got another chance. After that meeting, Ron was again sent out to search every inch of Hogwarts for the Portkey that was used by the Death eaters.



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That night, Dumbledore called the students to a meeting in the great hall; many of them had been hurt during the attack, but Harry and Draco were the only ones missing. Professor Snape was also unable to attend as he was out looking for the missing Slytherin.

“We have been beset with much tragedy and evil these past few days. Sending you all home would not be wise at this time, as anyone who steps outside the grounds is open to attack. So we will send owls to your families to say that you will remain on the school grounds until we have determined it safe for you to leave." Dumbledore said.

The evening meal was eaten quietly. Ron hardly touched his food. The seat beside him was empty, and sitting next to an empty space where Harry should have been, made the whole thing close to unbearable for him. However, he endured it. When he glanced at her, Hermione's eyes were shiny with tears.

Suddenly a voice rang from behind the thick doors –- it was Professor Snape.

“I’ve found him, Headmaster! I have found Draco!” he said. Ron and Hermione, as well as the other teachers, jumped to their feet and ran toward Professor Snape who was headed to the hospital wing.

There they found Draco. He was badly bruised. He could hardly speak.

“Draco! Where’s Harry?” Ron asked urgently.

Draco looked into Ron's eyes wildly and said with great difficulty, “Your son is alive! Your son...he is safe...” Then he lost consciousness.

“Draco! Draco!” Ron said, shaking him.

“Stop it, Weasley!” Professor Snape shouted. Ron stopped, letting Draco’s unconscious body drop back to the bed.

“Sorry…” he said.

“I will extract his memory to a pensieve. We will find out what happened,” Snape said.

“Ron, let’s go.” Hermione said. Ron was hesitant to leave but knew there was nothing further they could do. At least he now knew one sure thing –- Harry had given birth to a son, and he was alive!