Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter =( but I do own a poster =)
Warning: NC-17, well, a bit. =D
Who walks among the famous living dead,
Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed.
And if you could talk to me,
Tell me if it's so,
That all the good girls go to heaven.
Well, heaven knows
That without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now.
And without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now.
--This is How I Disappear by My Chemical Romance
Heaven Knows
Harry did not know what to say. Of course, he had come to hate his uncle for all the things that he had done to him. But, never, in a million years would he wish to have him disappear out id the face of the Earth. He would not wish that upon anyone. He could not imagine a world where he was forced to forget Hermione.
"How long do we have? When will we not remember him at all?" He managed to ask.
"We don't know. The only ones that knew anything about the spell were your mother and Snape," Lupin explained. "The Order never got a chance to search more about the spell after your mother died. We never found the journal."
"Why-why would my mum create such a spell? Why would she do that?" He did not want to think that the lovely woman he saw in pictures was capable of creating dark spells.
"Harry, you have to understand that she was working with Snape. Snape had to present discoveries of dark magic to You-Know-Who; she had no other choice. That was, in fact, one of the last things she did before you were born. When you were born, she stopped working with Snape and started doing research by herself. She wanted to find a solution to Evanui Somes. She never forgave herself for creating such a thing. James kept telling her it was not her fault, but she wouldn't hear any of it."
"Did she ever figure out how to backfire it? Did she ever figure out a counter spell?"
"We don't know."
"Harry, that's not all," Shacklebolt conjured a three-dimensional map. There were some green, orange, red, and yellow dots in them. "Last week, there were attacks on Poland and just yesterday there were some in Stuttgart, Germany. The red blinking dots indicate the attacks. They're moving fast, whoever these Death Eaters are it shows they have a lot of experience."
"What about the attacks that happened in Greece? Are they linked to any of this?"
"We sent some aurors over there. They were fixing the problem with the aurors in Greece. They haven't presented a full report yet. It doesn't seem like an attack by powerful wizards, just an attempt. They are still there looking for more evidence, though," Shacklebolt explained.
"Right," Harry looked at the map, "I'm guessing they are the orange dots. But the yellow dots, what do they represent?"
This time, it was Lupin who spoke, "Those indicate my squad. You can see how we've been tracking Pettigrew from Ukraine and now Germany. We think he is with these Death Eaters that are causing the attacks. Moody and his squad, the green dots, were on the scene. They captured one of them."
"His name is Alex Wright," Shacklebolt continued as he handed a file folder to Harry, "We haven't found anything on him that would send him straight to Azkaban, just that he participated in the attacks. Moody is sending him for further investigations."
Harry looked through the pages of the file Shacklebolt had given him. "He seems to be a novice. Says here he was found sabotaging a muggle theater in Munich at the age of twelve. He doesn't sound like a German guy to me."
"He's not. His parents moved to German after the Second War World. They supported Adolf Hitler," Shacklebolt started coughing. He waved Lupin away when he had moved to help him-"You should see to that," he had said-"No wonder the boy is a Death Eater;" Shacklebolt continued as if Lupin had not said anything to him, "he has the same mentality as the Nazis; took it from his parents."
"When are they arriving here?" Harry asked, referring to Wright and Moody.
"Tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Moody is trying to get a portkey from the Ministry of Magic in Germany. They seem to be pretty strict about it and we don't want to mess with them so we're doing it the right way."
Harry knew that the German Ministry was pretty tough and they had a strong Auror force. They had collaborated with the Order during the Battle. He knew no one wanted to be on their bad side. "Owl me once they get here. I'd like to be part of the interrogation."
"Sure thing, Harry. We'd like to have you back in the Auror Department. Pretty long vacation you took there," Shacklebolt chuckled but started coughing again.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Lupin asked.
"Yeah, probably just some bloody flu on its way. Great time to get sick," he said sarcastically.
"You should go home, take tomorrow off. We can postpone the interrogation," Lupin suggested.
Harry could not imagine Kingsley Shacklebolt taking the day off. It would be the end of the world.
"Nah, we've got too many things to do. I can't afford postponing the interrogation. Those Death Eaters are rising again, when I thought we had gotten rid of them," Shacklebolt couldn't help but cough some more. He looked mad at himself for letting the cough escape.
"Do you think they are the same Death Eaters that took the journal?" Harry looked between Lupin and Shacklebolt.
"No. Not to our knowledge," it was Shacklebolt the one that answered. "But if they are, then we are in big trouble. They can easily wipe people off the face of the Earth, literally."
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That night, Harry could not sleep. He looked at Hermione at his side and felt that fear of losing her. A monstrous feeling it was for he couldn't help but have images of her disappearing from his sight. He saw her move and open her eyes slightly. Once she saw him awake, she snuggled closer.
"Harry, what's wrong?" She could see the fear in his eyes. "After the Ministry you did not say a word. What did Shacklebolt want?"
He couldn't lie to her, even if he tried. He knew from experience, he had found out the hard way. "I found my aunt in the auror department. Dudley was attacked by Death Eaters; he was obliviated."
"Is he at St. Mungo's? Would he recover?"
"Yes. Hermione," he delicately touched her cheek. "But we don't know if he will recover. There's more. My uncle was victim of a spell, one called Evanui Somes."
"I never read about it."
Despite the situation, he chuckled a little inside. Hermione sounded disappointed at not knowing the spell. "You wouldn't know about it because it was never used before. My mum and Snape created it. The spell makes the victim disappear."
"Why would they create such a spell?"
"That's the same thing I asked. Apparently, Snape had to present a new curse to Voldemort. My mum had to help him make it."
"Does your aunt know about this?" She had taken his hand to give him strength.
"I told Lupin to tell her what happened. But it doesn't matter. Soon enough, she won't remember him. All traces of him would be forgotten.
"When they were telling me this, all I could think about was you. I couldn't stop thinking of what would it be like if that happened to you. Hermione, I wouldn't forgive myself if I was to forget you. Even if I could not remember you, I'm sure I'd go mad. I will feel so empty and not know the reason behind it."
"Oh, Harry," she embraced him tightly this time. "Don't think that, love."
"I just thought of you," the scent of vanilla engulfed his senses. He could have sworn he could taste it on his mouth as well. He started kissing her neck; with small pecks at first but it continued with hunger. It did not help that she moved her head to give him more space and had started grinding slowly against his body, touching oh so sensually against his growing groin.
He needed her.
He needed to see for himself that she was still there, with him. That she hadn't disappeared and that her soul could still meet his. The best part was the fact that Hermione was willing to give this to him. She was willing to assured him that everything was going to be aright and that she was still there; she was still there to be his wife, companion, best friend.
The heat rose between their bodies. Hermione removed his pajama top, finding the need to have his warm skin against her palms. She wanted to feel the movement of his muscles, the friction they created with their bodies. She moaned. Harry was kissing the top of her breast, trying to remove the fabric that was in the way with one of his hands. She did not know where the other-
"Oh, God."
She had found it. Or he had found her. It didn't matter. He was there, touching her, between her folds, teasing, pinching, rubbing-she felt a cool breeze touch her body. Hermione looked at Harry to discover that he was doing mind-blowing things to her breast and that her nightgown was not on her anymore.
"Wandless."
He had taken a moment to answer her knowing she was going to ask how he had done it. The thought of him doing anything possible to have her made her wet. She started to grind against his hand faster and faster-until he entered her. It happened so fast; for a second she thought it only had been an illusion for she had wanted him to be inside her already. But it wasn't. She felt him inside of her and pushing more of him. It was not an intrusion, no; it was just Harry completing Hermione.
They were still lying sideways on the bed. It was a new experienced, a new way, a new sensation that had them both gasping for air. Lying like didn't stop him. He placed one of his hands behind her arse, pushing her towards him and separated her legs to give him entrance. He groaned as he felt his destination. Before he pulled, he kissed her lips and easily opened it to taste her mouth. He pulled from inside her sex and entered her again. Her loud moan died in his lips and he was able to feel the vibration of her core moving in the rhythm that was only theirs. He pulled again and pushed slowly; he wanted this to last, he wanted to take his time because this was the art of making love.
Harry continued the process; still slow and even though it was killing her to no end, she kept it like that because this was about him, not her. He entered her with more pressure again and she was so close. She bit his shoulder as he did the same thing again but with more urgency, more demand, more need.
"Harry-I'm-oh-"
It had been explosive. She pinned him closer to her and was sure she had left marks on his back because it had been so powerful, amazing, surprising.But that had been- he was still going. He trusted hard and deep. Hard and deep. And the mere thought of their skins smacking against each other made her wet and yearn for more.
"Her-mio-nee.."
He spewed out inside of her and she welcomed the warmth that came as he embraced her.
"I'm glad you're still here," Harry pulled slowly from inside of her. She couldn't help but frown a little bit, already missing the feel of him.
"I'll always be here, Harry," she kissed the famous scar on his forehead; "you'll always have me."
"I love you, you know."
"I know."
"You're good to me," Harry closed his eyes and smiled. He did not need to hear the words. He knew she loved him back by the way she held him for the rest of the night. For all they knew, they might have gone to Heaven.
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Alex Wright flinched as the light was moved to his eyes. They wanted answers, but he refused to give them any. He had made an oath, and as the pureblood he was, he wanted to keep it, everything for his master.
"Who do you work for?"
"My Lord," he snickered as he saw the fury building up in the eyes of the man in front of him, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Why were you in Stuttgart, Germany?"
"I wanted to have a tour. I'm glad it was remodeled after those fucking muggles had destroyed it."
"Are you talking about the Americans?"
"Yeah, those bastards. Fucking Yankees." Alex told them. His parents had already told him what they had done to Germany.
"So you hate Americans?"
"Nah; just those muggles. They always find ways to stain our blood." He didn't care to admit that he hated muggles, they could do so freely, it was his right.
"That's why you were terrorizing them?"
"Ah, that," he said it as if had finally dawned on him what they wanted from him. "Well, I just wanted a bit of fun." He couldn't help but chuckled at the image of the dirty scum that had pleaded him to stop the pain. He had spit on her and had let her feel the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. He left her on the floor crying for help, unable to move at all. And it had been that bloody girl the reason as to why he was here. He had been having so much fun with her that he had not noticed the wizards popping in the scene and capturing him.
"Who sent you?" Shaklebolt asked him again.
Alex remained silent and looked up at the light. Would he ever see the moon again?
"Was it Pettigrew?"
Alex wondered if he would ever be able to be part of a full moon ritual ever again. He would miss those days.
"Dolohov?"
He would miss the pleasure of seeing the pain of filthy muggles under the moonlight.
"Who bloody sent you!?" Alex finally looked at the eyes of Shacklebolt and saw how he had finally exploded. About time, he thought.
At that moment, he heard a small click, from somewhere in the room. He couldn't really tell, but he thought it was the door that had opened. It was too dark for him to tell where exactly it had come from.
"Leave him to me," said a voice that was not Shacklebolt's.
"Are you sure?" Shacklebolt asked.
"Yeah, I better get some practice going."
"All yours; just be careful," Shacklebolt gave him a last look before he turned and walked away.
Alex looked to Shacklebolt's right and there stood the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.
"Who do you work for?"
"Lord Voldemort and he sends his regards to you and your wife."
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Well, there it was. I was not really sure what I wanted to have in this chapter, but I hope you guys liked it. =) How about the love scene? Hehe. I know, I need to work on it, but I was writing it in school and my friend wanted to see what I was doing, so it was a bit awkward to say the least, hehe, but he didn't read it (thank goodness!). Review and motivate me! Make me happy.
*noises and kisses*
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