The Plague

A/N: I feel the need to warn you up front that I have no idea where this story is going. This is an idea that came to me and I’m letting the characters have full reign. I had thought it might be a threesome/more some story, but Umm some men don’t like to share so I will write and the move it if it needs to be moved. Also I am terrible at naming my stories so if anyone has a better one I’d love to hear it.

A Plague on your Houses!


Hermione flipped through the large and ancient tome on her make shift desk in the newly expanded library of number twelve Grimmauld Place. Her Life one year out of Hogwarts was not what she had planned on it being two years ago but no one was doing what they had planned. Battles had to be fought, plans had to be made and research into obscure potions and spells had to be done. So what if she wasn’t working on some interesting challenge that might change the way we looked at Magic or the world. She was helping Harry Potter, weaken Voldemort’s Death Eaters and win the war.

Yes everything was great. Now if only someone from the Bloody Order of the Flaming Pigeon would get off their ass and give her some news. It wasn’t like she was stir crazy or anything. There were loads of stuff to do here like read and read and look more reading. Oh and there was the monthly order meetings where Dumbledore would sit at the head of the table twinkling like some all knowing fairy while Molly tried to baby everyone and prove she was a loving women by forcing food down everyone’s throat.

Okay maybe she had lost it but really who can blame her, someone once said the root of all evil was money, but right now Hermione Granger would have to argue it was boredom. That and no news, was is so hard to get her a current Daily Prophet. Maybe they were afraid she was going to be lured to the dark side. Either that or Ron was behind the whole thing hoping she would go crazy enough that she would start running around naked and he’d get a free peep show.

There was a small tug on her robe and she stopped pretending to read to look down at the source of the tug. “Can I help you?” This elf looked like none of the ones she had seen before, he was taller by almost a foot, his ears while still large and pointy were not bat like and his eye, while still large, didn’t look like it was going to pop out of its head.

“Are you Miss Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age?” The elf asked in correct English something that surprised Hermione almost as much as the tailored suit it wore.

“I have been called that though I’m not sure how correct it is anymore.” There was a slight blush on her cheeks as she said this.

“I’m really sorry about this but desperate times force my hand.” The elf apologized with a bow.

“Sorry for what?” Hermione asked, she didn’t get her answer the way she had thought as the elf snapped his fingers and Hermione suddenly blacked out.

***

Hermione slowly let the feeling of the silk bed sheets rubbing on her naked body penetrated her sleep addled brain. She loved silk sheet and how they seemed to caress you as you moved in bed. She really loved the fact that they were all way cool feeling no matter how hot it was. Smiling as she wiggled deeper into the sheets there was nothing in the world like this large comfy bed covered in silk.

Several things seeped into her brain causing her to focus more. First thing was, she was not in her bed, This conclusion was brought to her by three facts, one her bed at Grimmauld Place was rather Hard and lumpy. Two, if Sirius had silk sheets they disappeared after his death. Last but in no way lest, after she woke up with the twins in her bed one morning when she knew she had gone asleep on her own she had stop sleeping naked.

Most people finding them selves in a situation like this would probably snap their eyes open and sit up exposing them selves to who ever had kidnapped them. Thankfully Hermione was not most people, No she made sure to grab the sheets up to her chin before sitting up and looking around at the room she was in.

“Ahhh good you are finely awake.” The painting said smiling at her though he quickly frowned as she squealed and called him a old perverted peeping Tom. “There are clothes in the closet next to you I shall leave you to get dressed as the last one was difficult to pick up and he is still knocked out so I must check on him.” With that the portrait left.

Hermione stood as soon as the old pervert was gone and went to the closet. Well closet was being generous it was more like one of those wardrobes that her grandmother use to have. It was done in a blond wood and matched the bed, dresser and vanity. The dresses that were hanging up looked like they belonged in one of the noblewoman’s closets. Not wanting to push her luck on how long the perverted old man was going to be gone she grabbed a cream dress and threw it on quickly. Once she was covered she had more time to sit at the vanity and brush through her mane of hair.

The walls of the room were painted and a warm yellow, the trim was a dark red and the ceiling almost a coffee brown. The whole effect was a very warm and inviting room. Her eyes finely landed on the empty painting and the old man appeared as if he knew she was ready for him which he probably did.

“Why am I here?” Hermione asked as she leveled one of her tell- me-everything glares at him.

“I lived with both Num`e and Morganna young lady that look won’t work on me.” He chuckled as he ran his hand threw his long white beard, “Now if you would be patient I would explain some things to you. One you no longer have your wand and your magic is temporally bound. Before you have a fit this is for safety reasons and not permanent.”

“Safety? Taking my wand and my magic is for safety?” Hermione hissed not believing the balls this man must have.

“Your going to be more like Morganna then Nume it would seem.” He sighed ignoring her glare. “You and my other guest might want to hex each other so taking your wand and magic is to keep you from hurting each other until you settle in and put your past differences behind you.”

“So you’ve Kidnapped more then just my self then?” Hermione accused, she already knew who this old man was but she had already decided not to like him.

“I have done no such thing young lady. I have saved you and the others from the end of the wizarding race.” Hermione raised an eyebrow at this. “The same look as the potion master gave me.” He grumbled startling Hermione a bit. “Now listen well Miss Granger, this manor was set up by me and Morganna in the fear that something would come along that would wipe out the wizarding world. We had already seen one plague that killed thousands and we wanted to protect our people. With your ridicules war, the population had dropped dangerously low. Now I have been alerted to a sickness that seems to be targeting those of magical blood.”

“Then why am I here when a should be out there researching and helping anyway I can.” Hermione shouted causing the portrait to sigh. Plus if she was out there in the real world she could find out why The Order had kept this from her, or was it so new that they didn’t even know about it yet.

“Because you wouldn’t be much help if you get sick and die now would you.” He snapped silencing her before she could go off on her tirade. “Now the library here has been kept fully stocked with all the latest books as well as old ones you probably can’t find anymore. The finest minds left in the wizarding world have been gathered here regardless of which side of this stupid war they were on. You are safe from the plague and can work to cure it as a team. Once the wizarding world is safe you can go back to wasting your life.”

“My life is not a waste!” She defended though deep down even she didn‘t believe it.

“Yes it is and you know it. You could be using you intelligence and your considerable magical power bettering the world not wasting your youth on a war that makes no sense. Don’t worry I have informed your house mates what I think as well.” He took what seemed to be a deep cleansing breath. “If you need anything from the outside world, like books the muggles have or anything I missed the elves will help you. They will also provide food, clothing and the other things required to make your stay comfortable.”

“Except my freedom.” Hermione growled.

“I refuse to argue with you about this.” He said as he straightened his robes out and tried to look as authoritative as a painting possibly could. “Now please exit through the door and meet your roommates. While I go see if the last one is awaken yet so I can argue with him next.”

Hermione glared at him until he marched out of the painting in a huff then proceeded to glare at the door. There was a part of her that was jumping up and down at the possibility of pulling apart a complicated problem with the greatest mind in the wizarding world. Yet the more logical part of her was scared to death about who might be on the other side of that door. She loved Harry but logical she had to admit that with the exception of a few the ‘light’ side of the war was not fill with brilliant thinkers. No following the rule to be a light wizard made it almost impossible to learn new things or reach your full magical potential. Logically there could not be light with out dark and only studying light magic was leaving your self unbalanced.

So why was she wasting her life, as Merlin put it? Why was she leaving her self unbalanced? Harry. One name said it all. It was the thought of the hurt in those big green eyes of his that kept her from turning to the Dark Arts. She owed him a life debt and he was the only one in her entire life who thought she was worthy of saving.

Hermione stood up with a sigh scared of what she would find on the other side of the door but knowing sooner or later she would have to face the dark wizard on the other side. She only hoped that at lest one of them was on her side of the war so she might have half of a chance to make it out of this place alive. The door swung open revealing four faces that Hermione did not want to see. Four faces that would certainly lead to her death.