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The Defining Prophecy	By : Landquist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 21853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Note: So so so so sorry for the long wait! Multiple warnings relevant in this one, Here we go!

Hermione slept through the night without being summoned to Malfoy Manor. Her anxiety from being left alone all night bubbled and then spiked to a maximum when she woke up early to Harry thrashing around the bed mumbling about Merlin knows what in Parseltongue. His clear distress worried her, even though he was sleeping. What was Voldemort plotting? She felt sure that the wizard had reopened the connection with Harry, if only temporarily, and that development paired with the fact that he apparently did not feel the need to see her was too strong a coincidence to ignore.

She shook Harry awake roughly, wanting to save him from whatever hell Voldemort was currently inflicting. Her previous irritations with her friend forgotten, "Harry, Harry! Wake up Harry!"

Abruptly Harry's hand shot out and gripped her throat. Her scream was muffled as they tumbled out of the bed. Harry's hold did not weaken. "You bastard, I'll rip every limb from your body! I'll watch you burn in hell for this! I'll.."

He released his grip immediately when he saw that the person he was choking was, in fact, Hermione, and not the evil vermin he expected. "Merlin 'Mione!" Harry grabbed the coughing girl and cradled her in his arms, "I'm so sorry Hermione...I-I honestly thought you were Voldemort, It-It must have been a d-dream."

Harry felt himself shaking and tried to control the short convulsions, he had just strangled his best friend and needed to focus on her. "Hermione, are you ok? Talk to me 'Mione, let me know that I haven't crushed your vocal chords...damn this floor is uncomfortable." He picked the still quiet girl up off the floor and sat on the bed, holding her like a child.

Hermione found her voice, waving away Harry's gently nuzzling around her shoulders and neck. Although, she didn't move to get out of his protective hold, "Harry I'm fine, just rattled, it's not every day you begin your morning by being choked." She chuckled shyly, but her attempt at humor fell on deaf ears, if anything Harry's face darkened and he held her tighter. "What were you seeing Harry? You were thrashing around like a wild man. You were speaking in Parseltongue, Harry...you were with Him weren't you?"

It was Harry that broke their hold and quickly shuffled away from her to an opposite corner of the bed, wrapping his arms around his knees. Protecting himself from some unknown entity, "Hermione you do not want to know." He looked wary, trying to figure out if a lecture about closing his mind was coming.. she surprised him. Hermione closed their distance, unwrapped his arms, and nestled her way in between his legs. Laying her head on his chest she tried again, "Harry you and I are in this fight together, don't hide things from me, I can help you. You are not alone Harry."

Her words affected her more than she expected. Her voice had rang with unyielding sincerity and in that moment she knew she could never be completely loyal to Voldemort, ever, no matter his power or strength. She could never truly leave Harry, he controlled to much of her soul, she loved him too dearly. Despite everything, the fighting, the physical confrontations, and her increasing attraction to the most evil being alive, Hermione realized that she would fight to the death to help Harry...even if that meant stabbing her wand down the Dark Lord's throat herself.

Harry watched her emotions play across her face, he saw her internal conflict give way to resolution and instinctively knew that their problems had passed. He read the dedication in her eyes and knew it was reflected in his, "You are not alone Harry." Hadn't Dumbledore said that once? And now Hermione Granger was laying in his arms, imploring him to open his soul to her, supporting him like no other person could. He would never doubt the Headmaster again.

"You're not going to like what happened Hermione, it's not pretty." Hermione didn't respond, just stared at Harry, waiting patiently. "I saw him rape you Hermione." He looked at her, expecting a cry of disgust or anger. He saw her calm gaze falter for a moment, but she didn't speak, encouraging him to go on silently. "I was in the room with you, really close to you, Hermione I could smell what was going on..." This time he faltered. Hermione had never seen Harry fully breakdown but she felt that maybe it would happen now, "Hermione you were bleeding, I couldn't see the blood..he was blocking my view of you partly, but I could smell it." She felt tears build watching him in pain, watching his struggle play across his face, while remembering her experience with the Dark Lord a few nights ago. Had Voldemort shown Harry that? A few tears escaped.

Now Harry seemed unable to stop, the floodgates and opened he couldn't quit now even if he had wanted it. He was purging himself. Watching her face carefully he continued, "I couldn't move, I struggled and struggled to get to you Hermione, you were crying my name but something held me back...some kind of spell maybe." His face, if possible, turned darker, "At one point he turned and smiled at me, that's when I started screaming, but nothing I did made him stop, if anything I encouraged him. If it had been real Hermione you probably would have died, I don't know how a human body could withstand what he did to you."

Hermione realized then that Voldemort was not showing Harry what he had truly done to her, probably the Dark Lord was too possessive over their true experiences. Not knowing how to share and all of that mess. She shook momentarily with anger, he was probably attempting to drive Harry into insanity and apparently he was using the right technique, Harry was staring over her head with a deadpan expression. He didn't seem aware of her presence anymore and she went to gain his attention when he suddenly continued.

"Then the scene changed, the room was huge and dimly lit, I could still smell blood but couldn't quite make sense of my surroundings. Until I saw you..." He was crying now too, Hermione wrapped her arms around him more tightly, "...you were hanging from the ceiling by some weird kind of golden ropes, like a sacrifice. You were pregnant." Hermione's cry was full of fear, disgust, and anger. How dare that evil man, how dare he, hadn't he caused enough damage, hadn't he hurt enough people? Apparently Lord Voldemort's depraved mind really did know no end.

"I knew that thing inside of you was not mine, at that point I began seeing red, screaming almost incoherently. Hermione I saw our friends lying below you mutilated and dead...Ron had been beheaded." Hermione was crying in earnest now, "Voldemort was sitting on some kind of thrown in front of me, sneering, he kept saying how useless I was, how weak, he said I was so pathetic that I probably wasn't even capable of getting you pregnant, much less capable of saving our friends."

Harry smiled darkly, "That was probably the moment that you started shaking me awake, because I remember suddenly becoming free of whatever was holding me back, all I could think about was attacking him, getting to him so I could kill him...which is why I automatically reached to choke you." He looked at her with imploring eyes, "I'm so sorry for that Hermione, I'm sorry for everything, things will be better now."

Hermione was crying but she managed to mumble through a tear filled apology. She would never betray her friend again, she loved him, and for the first time she could picture her life with him and know that she wanted it. She and Harry would defeat this pain together, she would figure out some way to resist her attraction to the Dark Lord. Harry's vision had cleared a path for her. She laughed inwardly at Voldemort's mistake, surely he realized that his evil meddling in Harry's mind would only turn her against him.

"Harry what you saw was not real, Voldemort is trying to unhinge you, but you cannot let him. What would I do then? Harry I need you just as badly as you need me, you cannot let him weaken you." Harry looked at her as if he was seeing the sun for the first time, and her tears of pain turned into joy, "We are going to win this war Harry, the two of us, and then he won't be able to reach you anymore, you'll be free Harry, and then you can finally be happy."

He grabbed her arms and pulled her up so that their faces were level and kissed her with enough fervor to muddle her mind and make her breathless in a single moment. Seconds dragged on into minutes and neither of them stopped longer than to take quick breaths, he easily flipped her so that he lay on top of her and after a moment of adjustment he began rutting himself against her. Hermione moaned into his mouth.

His hands reached under her bed shirt and cupped her breasts, iliciting animalistic cries from Hermione, but this time, unlike the others, Harry wasn't simply trying to prove his manly prowess, these movements were beyond a simple pairing. Harry felt as though he'd lose his grip on reality if he let Hermione out of his grasp, she was his lifeforce, the only thing keeping him grounded.

The kiss continued and Hermione felt her grip on the situation loosening. She'd always scoffed at the idea of fainting because of a simple kiss, leave that weakness to silly air-headed girls, but she felt blackness filling her mind regardless of her previous opinions. "H-Harry we need to stop, I-I can't breathe right."

Harry stopped abruptly, worried she was hurt, was he suddenly to heavy for her? Then he saw her dilated pupils and noticed her heavy breathing. He made the connection and burst out laughing, "Hermione! Merlin, are you that fragile? Should I run get some smelling salts from Pomfrey?" Hermione flushed red and buried her head in his shoulder, "Shut up Harry, I can't help it, maybe if you'd give some warning once in a while I'd be more prepared." He responded smugly, "There's no fun in that Hermione, at all."

She smiled into his shoulder and giggled, "I guess I'll have to take back what I said to Ginny, I think you've bruised the inside of my leg you barbarian." Harry's laughed filled the room, scarring Crookshanks, "Go make up for your past lies, make me sound good."

Hermione turned serious for a moment, "Harry, I'm sorry, that truly was immature, and illogically silly, why would I care if you weren't well endowed? I'm a virgin, I'm not even experienced enough to judge." She blushed, shocked at her frankness. Harry smiled, "Well I guess Ginny didn't really pause to think it through before she started spreading the news...its ok Hermione, I know I've got more than enough to keep you happy."

Harry's sly smile earned him a slap in the face with a pillow, "Arrogance is not becoming Harry Potter." The serious mood returned, "Harry, you are alright aren't you? Kissing me won't make your problems go away, we can talk about it some more if you want." Harry stood up and walked to the wardrobes, Hermione followed, worried he was avoiding her, "No Hermione I'm ok, it wasn't real right? So why worry?" His face darkened slightly, "I hope he doesn't make a practice of it though, it was a rough experience."

She hugged him fiercely, "Well Harry, the faster you defeat him the faster these things will stop..and it's great that Dumbledore has something that will help, I should have told you last night, but I really am thrilled. Of course Voldemort's past is vital and important, all the insight you can get on him will be helpful." Hermione became aware of the time, "But now we can go enjoy time with Snape in Defense." She smiled evily

Harry groaned, but didn't argue when she threw his robes at his face.

Snape's classes were always interesting, unlike Harry, Hermione didn't have an overwhelming sense of hatred for the professor so she was able to enjoy his teachings. He challenged her and she appreciated his intelligence. However today she fumed, he had given her lower than expected marks on her last assignment and she was building an argument in her head that she was sure would earn her better marks. Her mind became completely occupied, she ignored her immediate environment and focused on her mental planning.

Suddenly she felt a pressure, a dull ache signaling that someone was trying to invade her mind. The walls went up immediately, she fought against the invasion, straining to repel the pressure circling her mind. Minutes passed and a bright sheen of sweat formed on her forehead, she felt her walls faltering and began feeling memories slip. They were inconsequential thoughts, she was able to maintain enough control to allow only the least important thoughts in her head to slip past her defenses. Eventually the pressure completely stopped and she dared a glance around the room.

Professor Snape was staring at her, admiration obvious on his face, and Hermione smiled to herself knowing that she had passed his test.

Harry fell asleep early that night, Hermione had stayed up for as long as she could to observe him, ready to wake him up at the smallest hint of distress, but nothing happened. Therefore, she resigned herself to sleep feeling anxious, she had a gut feeling that He would summon her tonight and she felt unprepared. Her anger was still at a maximum but her weapons against him were limited, dueling she was no match for him, physically he dominated her, and she still doubted her Occlumency skills. So what if she had passed Snape's sudden assault today? She only had two days of practice at the art and frankly Snape did not compare to Voldemort as far as magical skill. Consequently she tossed and turned for almost an hour before exhaustion won her over.

She recognized the room immediately and strolled across the luxurious rug as casually as she could before sitting on the desk. Symbolizing that she acknowledged what had happened here, and did not see it as anything important. That desk was not some sacred location and she could damn well sit on it and relax if she wanted. Voldemort noticed her actions but did not let his displeasure reach his face. Her aloofness would not last, but her attempt at smugness and control irritated him. Subordinates did not behave in such a disrespectful manner.

"Get off that desk and come sit at my feet, we have topics to discuss girl." His voice was cold.

Hermione was terrified, she knew she was walking down a dangerous road, but Voldemort had crossed to many lines for her comfort. He had used her repeatedly, made her develop feelings for him, and then mentally tortured her best friend, a man she was slowly falling in love with, the Dark Lord had officially lost his most powerful ally. "No" The ice in her voice matched his and she watched his eyes glow red.

"You idiotic girl, I thought you had learned to never refuse the Dark Lord, it seems I have been to lenient with your education." His Crucio threatened to unhinge her mind, and she could not find the strength to quiet her screams. "When I say come you come do you understand? Mudblood whore. If I say kill your mother, you skip to your disgusting Muggle house and do it with a smile on your face. You follow every word I say as if it is law. Understand?"

Hermione did not respond, instead she wondered how far he would go in his torture. Would he kill her? Even though she held his success within her soul. She doubted it, but she knew he was creative enough to make her wish she were dead, her body convulsed in fear at the thought.

She felt him invade her mind. Weakened as she was her walls were not nearly as strong as they had been for Snape earlier in the day. It took every ounce of her mental and physical strength to hide Dumbledore's plan from Voldemort. Five minutes later he released her mind, "What are you hiding Mudblood?"

Hermione glared at him, "My mind is my own Voldemort, if I had the strength to hide everything from you I would, important information or not."

He kicked her in the ribs. She felt a bone crack.

"Your feelings towards that boy are entertaining..I'll enjoy relieving you of those at a later date." She was glad he had seen her and Harry's interactions this morning. Now he would know were her true loyalties lay, she hoped he felt defeated. Reveling in her hatred of him she spat blood on the floor, "I'll kill myself before I let you touch me again Tom, I made a childish mistake not telling Dumbledore what you are doing, but rest assured I'll remedy that flaw in the morning. This is the second to last time you'll see me. The last will be when Harry blows you into non-existance."

He raised his wand angrily and a deep bloody gash appeared across her chest. She howled in pain. "You underestimate me yet again whore, you will come to me willing before this is all over and then you will watch joyfully as I kill that parasite slowly."

The pain was to much to bear, she couldn't bring herself to respond, now afraid to invoke more pain, what had she done? Angered the most powerful wizard of all time further? The goal of tonight was to hide Dumbledore's plan, to keep Voldemort from having the motivation to attack Hogwarts, but now what? What if her rebellion had given him the motivation needed, what if he decided that his nighttime summons were no longer enough to control her? She began crying hysterically. Her blood soaked the carpet beneath her and she questioned her past assumption that Voldemort would not let her die.

"You disappoint me girl." She looked him in the eye but could not read his expression. Instantly she felt the room begin to blur.

"Harry..Harry please wake up, Harry" Her pleas were muffled and weak. She must have passed out because she sensed that a significant amount of time had passed. How much blood had she lost? Her shirt was soaked with blood but she noted that her chest wound had clotted, thank Merlin, she wouldn't bleed out. Harry stirred at her weak protest. He seemed groggy until he saw her red stained shirt, "HERMIONE! Merlin Hermione! What happened to you?"

"Harry please, I'll explain, but you need to get me to Pomfrey, and get Professor Dumbledore to meet us, I need to tell him something. Please Harry, its important, don't argue with me now." Harry looked worried, "Hermione its just that I'm afraid to move you, I think you've broken several ribs, and your chest...Merlin Hermione who did this to you?"

Hermione struggled into a sitting position, "I can walk as far as the hospital wing,3 my legs are fine, just let me lean on you." Harry complied.

They began their awkward journey into the common room, which was thankfully deserted, but when they reached the hallways of the castle they were greeted by complete chaos.

Curses were flying all around them, Harry struggled to maintain his grip on Hermione as he cast protective spells around her. Hermione attempted to reach for her wand, which was lodged in her sock, but her ribs protested at the movement.

Then she saw an unconscious and bleeding Luna Lovegood lying against a wall. Something was terribly wrong.

Professor Flitwick ran past the duo and began firing insanely complex curses at a trio of masked wizards.

Hermione recognized the black robes, "They have come for me."
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