Hermione's bloody bruised and battered body laid naked on the cool, cluttered floor, motionless and wrapped in a thin veil of black smoke.
The faint foggy cage began to disperse on each prod of the shaking wand,
"Hermione, please wake up" Ron cautiously pleaded as he crawled towards his wife and put the wand in his mouth for safe keeping. A feeling of dread swept over him but he continued and gently shook Hermione's wounded shoulders as he assessed the situation before picking her up in his arms and putting her on the bed.
He carefully wrapped her exposed body in the bedsheets and took the wand out of his mouth. For a moment the petrified husband stared at his wife with disbelief before his mind clicked back on the touch-and-go situation at hand and he started to perform CPR on the unresponsive witch.
The wand shimmered at the side of his unconscious wife, willing her to come back. He pressed harder on her chest with his large, sweaty palms and blew with more determination into her cold mouth,
"Wake up, Hermione!" He screamed into the silent night's air.
The wind started to increase outside, blowing open the iron gate and scraping the tree branches against the rattling window as the room began to tremble. Pictures and ornaments loosened from their position on the wallpapered walls, smashing them into pieces onto the littered floor,
"What's going on?" Ron shrieked as the bedroom door started to vibrate. The blood drained from his face with wild thoughts of what else he would possibly have to face. He flung himself over his wife and glared at the doorway with apprehension. A sharp bang ensued and blasted open the closed bedroom door, obstructing his vision with shards of splintered wood.
He puts his arms up, towards his face, to shield himself against the flying pieces of the door before stepping back with foreboding as a shadowy figure appeared in the doorway. The hidden intruder stepped into the tattered room without fear.
The moonlight bounced off his chiselled face as he took his hood down and regarded the red haired wizard with disdain,
"It's time to go" he stated, looking at the bed with underlying anger beaming from his piercing grey eyes.
Ron followed the stern trespasser's eye line,
"Hermione?" He gasped, looking at the empty space where his unconscious wife once laid.
The sinister intruder chuckled in delight,
"Did you really think she would choose you over me? Your nothing, Weasley and have always been a disgrace. With your hand-me-downs and terrible attempts at magic, she deserves so much more than you. That's why she came looking for me. Just stick with being Potter's side kick! At least your good at kissing his boots!" the pale haired trespasser mocked.
The anger raged through the taunted wizard as Ron jumped to his feet and lunged to the other side of the bed to get his wand,
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Spellbound Sacrifice: The Black Rose (Book 2)
FanfictionHermione is changing, however there are many of those out there who would like to take advantage of the new force growing within her. But when she joins Voldemort, with his promise to tell her the truth about what happened to her Grandmother and why...
