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Serpent of the World	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 9486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here we go, new chapter, and please note that I refrained myself from posting this chapter (13) on Friday (13th). Miya is not tempting the gods of luck again.
Great thanks to Ozzy for betaing this story and chapter. Also wish to thank you all who took the time to read, review and rate. I really appreciate it!
Enjoy!
Chapter 13
Tom was getting frustrated. He had been in Sweden for two weeks, and still hadn’t learned anything useful. None of his contacts had paid off and Granger was annoyingly happy at the prospect of having to go to Gabriel each night. The only thing that was going somewhere was the Basilisk egg he had acquired. It would hatch within the month, and then Granger would be one step closer to controlling the Serpent of Midgard.
All in all, things seemed to be going much better for Granger than for him, and he didn’t like it one bit. The only reason why he let her go back there was to get information out of Gabriel. He knew surprisingly much about the Æsir and where you could find traces of them. Thus far, Tom had visited them all, but only one had stood out: the burial mounds of Uppsala. Alas, all the pieces weren’t quite ready for that particular gem just yet.
“Good morning, Tom,” Gabriel called, when he came down the lane towards the house.
Gabriel was standing next to the younger, turquoise dragon, feeding it. In just two weeks, it had grown to twice its size and was now longer than Tom.
“Morning,” Tom greeted, when he came up to them. “Is Hermione up?”
“Not yet, we were up till quite late last night,” Gabriel said, looking pleased.
Tom studied him, but no, it didn’t appear as if they had fucked yet. Tom was running a small wager with himself as to when that would happen. Granger seemed more and more eager every time he saw her. It annoyed him as well. He hadn’t had sex since they had left Hogwarts, why should she?
“So, will today be the day we start with our lessons?” Gabriel continued, still looking disgustingly chipper.
“Yes, it will,” Tom said. Over the past two weeks, Tom had been busy finding out as much as he could about Gabriel. A lot had been discovered, but nothing about what type of magic he used. Tom had hoped he could have been able to kill Gabriel by now, but it seemed the man did have knowledge worth learning.
“Good! And our agreement still stands, I teach you things one day, we study the wand the next day?” Gabriel asked.
Tom nodded. “I do stand by my promises.”
“Oh, I have no doubt that you do.” Gabriel patted the eating dragon on the neck and then stepped out of the pen. “Let’s hear it, then. What do you want to learn first?”
“I want to know where you learned the magic you demonstrated when we first met and how it works,” Tom said.
“Straight to the point. Well, come with me, then.”
They walked up to the house and into the living room. Gabriel led him to the cupboard Tom had noticed on his first visit. It was locked, but Gabriel pulled out a key from his pocket. With an added wave of his wand, he opened it.
The doors reached to the ceiling, and once it was open, Tom saw that it was much more than a cupboard. For starters, it was bigger on the inside. A path led into the cupboard for as far as he could see. On either side of the path, there were shelves with various books and objects placed on them. Before Tom had time to study the first row closely, though, Gabriel summoned a scroll and closed the cupboard again, locking it tightly.
“Here we are, why don’t you look at this first?” He handed the scroll to Tom.
It was sealed inside a container, which was covered with symbols.
“Sumerian,” Tom mumbled to himself. He recognised several of the symbols as those of warnings. The scroll contained forbidden magic, as the Dark Arts had been called. Well, that was promising at least.
He opened the container and carefully searched the inside with his magical senses, just to make sure that it wasn’t dangerous. When he couldn’t detect any, he withdrew the scroll and placed it on the coffee table.
“This isn’t Sumerian,” Tom noticed.
“Nope,” Gabriel responded.
Tom studied the symbols, trying to remember if he had ever seen them before. They looked like a mixture of Sumerian and something else, but it didn’t make sense. Then he sensed a small flare in the top right corner. Magic was there, waiting to be activated.
Ah, so there was a ward over the scroll. But what did he need to do to activate it? He closed his eyes and focused on the magic he could sense, analysing it with his magical senses. It wanted more magic. Clever. That way, the ward would always be fed and couldn’t die. Well, at least not if people kept wanting to read the scroll.
Tom hesitated. He didn’t like giving his magic to an unknown source. You never knew what it would do with it.
“Could you bring Granger?” Tom asked Gabriel.
Gabriel seemed disappointed. “Very well.”
A couple of minutes later, he came back with Granger. She was yawning, and appeared to be annoyed that he had woken her.
“What?” she asked, snappish.
“You are going to feed this scroll some magic,” Tom told her. “Come here and I’ll show you how.”
“Why on earth would I feed a scroll anything?” Granger asked sharply.
Tom looked at her, coldly, reminding her of who she was talking too.
“Right,” she muttered, and went over to him.
He showed her what to do, and she placed her fingertips on the top right corner. Electric sparks started to dance around her hand and Granger winced in displeasure. The sparks shifted colour from yellow to red to blue and then started to jump down the page. As they did, the symbols on the scroll started to change. It became readable.
Not only readable, it turned into English. The spell must translate according to whoever feed it magic. Tom was impressed. He had only heard of such spells, but never attempted them himself. Why would he want to make things understandable for others?
The sparks disappeared and Granger withdrew her hand. She looked rather pale and when she tried to move away, she wobbled a bit. Gabriel took her arm and steadied her.
“Yes, it’s quite unpleasant,” he comforted her. “Come, we’ll get some coffee while Tom works.”
Ignoring them, Tom focused on the text. It was instructing about magic of a different kind. It was not the Dark Arts per se, but explained about a different power source. A wizard’s magic was a physical trait, like anything else you could do with your body. Wizards grew tired of using it and could overtax themselves. Everyone had a different strength, and was powerful in different ways. Some people would always be better at healing, while others had their strength in transfiguration.
But this method explained about how you could extract more power from nature around you and amplify your magic through nature. While not dangerous in itself, Tom could immediately see why this method had been deemed forbidden. With this method, one could become more powerful than imaginable. With this method, he could control the world. Literally. The earth itself would work for him. He could draw power from all the natural strengths, like storms and earthquakes, the sun and volcanos. The method showed how to channel and transform that power into anything he wished.
In a fight, it would have a direct impact; your strikes would be more powerful. But it could also be used in a more subtle way. If he wanted to transform something big, or create a powerful curse, or even conjure up something impossible, this method would help. It would make everything he could think about possible.
All of a sudden, Tom understood how Loki had managed to create something as massive and powerful as the Serpent of Midgard. It had bugged him, since Granger told him about the experimentations. It shouldn’t be possible, not the hugeness nor that it could continue to live after all these years. Tom also started to wonder if the werewolf curse had been created with this. Everyone thought that werewolves were the cause of a sickness which was spread through blood, like a parasite or something. Curses shouldn’t be able to infect so many people, and not over such a long period, as werewolves had existed. But despite attempts to find it, no parasite, virus or bacteria had been found. All anyone had ever been able to say was that it appeared to be magical.
Tom continued to read. The method was difficult to understand. Somehow, he had to “reach” into the energy and pull the power into him and transform it into what he wanted it to do. Several warnings were written out. Taking in such power took great control and self-discipline. The power could consume and destroy someone who wasn’t careful. It could also disturb nature, but Tom didn’t care too much about that. He was more interested in the “reaching” part.
He rose and opened a window with his wand. A soft breeze found its way into the room. Tom took a deep breath and concentrated. According to the text, everything that was in motion contained energy that could be used. All he had to do was reach out and take it.
He used his magic to sense the wind, but there was nothing magical about it. Though, all energy wasn’t magical. Perhaps, if he transformed it?
Slowly, he reached out for the energy and forced it to move in his direction. He held up his left hand, and felt it enter into it. Once it did, he transformed it. It was more a feeling than a theoretical concept. Just as anger could make him more powerful, he felt that this energy could make him stronger.
With his right hand, he slashed his wand, putting very little of his own strength behind it, but all of the harvested energy.
The power lead to a small explosion, which threw him back against the wall behind him. He managed to put up a shield, cushioning the impact, and landed safely on his feet.
The window and part of the wall in front of him had been blown away.
“Huh,” he said, evaluating the damage he had done with so little. Imagine the destruction if he had been channelling a tornado?
Granger and Gabriel rushed in from the other room. Granger appeared shocked by the destruction, but Gabriel just shrugged and took out his wand, repairing the window and the wall.
“You are a fast study,” he remarked.
Tom didn’t acknowledge him. His mind was in overdrive. Energy. People were filled with energy. Wizards and witches should be filled with even more.
Tilting his head, he searched for Gabriel with his magical sense and reached out to grab him. However, his senses came to a stop at an invisible wall.
Gabriel seemed surprised. “Very fast. But you won’t be able to do that. You can block it if you know what you are doing.”
Tom shrugged. He couldn’t say he was surprised. He doubted Gabriel would have shown Tom this if there weren’t a way for him to block Tom from doing the same thing he had done when they met.
Or had this been it? This was clearly one way you could harm a person without actually casting any magic on them. But Tom imagined it would make the person feel weak afterwards. He hadn’t felt weak from the torture, just pain.
“But this isn’t the kind of Dark Arts you used,” Tom commented softly.
“In a way, it is. You have to grasp the theory of this before you can understand what I did,” Gabriel answered.
“Well then, show me,” Tom ordered.
“No, I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Gabriel said.
“Why not?”
“You will understand in a moment.”
Tom was about to ask what he meant, but he also stepped closer to him. As he did, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He had to grab the back of the sofa so he wouldn’t fall over.
“You see, this method takes some getting used to,” Gabriel explained, coming up to him, easily pushing him back down onto the sofa. “I don’t advise you to use it in a fight just yet.”
Tom glared at him, but didn’t say anything. He was feeling as if he was about to throw up.
“What is this method?” Granger asked, coming up next to them, peering down at the scroll.
Gabriel, however, closed the scroll. “Sorry, Hermione, you’ll have to know a lot more about the Dark Arts before you start messing around with this stuff.”
Tom ignored them again and focused on himself. He wanted to try one more thing, but he needed to get his body under control. He would be damned if his body would stop him from doing anything!
Opening his eyes again, he focused on Granger. Testing a new theory, he placed his hand on hers. She looked at him, confused, but right then, he reached into her.
Unlike Gabriel, she had no ward around her being and he easily found her magical energy and began tapping into it. It surprised him how much more pleasing it was than taking power from the wind. That had felt cold. This felt like he was holding a still-beating heart in his hand, warm and strong. He drank it in greedily.
Until Granger was suddenly ripped away from him.
Tom came back to reality, feeling high. He saw Gabriel rushing an unconscious-looking Granger to the other sofa and once there, he pressed his hand against her chest.
Tom smiled and closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa. It felt like the most beautiful music ever was playing in his head. Every breath felt easy and soft, all tension had left his body, and he felt as if he was encased in a warm, cosy cocoon. Nothing worried him anymore.
“Hey!” Someone slapped him in the face. Hard.
Tom flew up, the beautiful music gone. He slashed his wand at Gabriel, sending him flying backwards, out through the newly repaired window.
He was about to follow, to continue to curse the man, when he heard Granger’s gasping breaths on the sofa. He turned towards her.
She was conscious, but pale as a sheet and glistening with sweat. She looked at him with terror in her eyes. Clearly, the procedure must have been uncomfortable for her.
“What did you do?” she asked, panting.
“An experiment,” he stated.
She looked as if she wanted to yell at him, but was clearly too weak for it. She sank back against the pillows, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “Don’t do it again. Please.”
Very uncomfortable, Tom concluded. Otherwise she wouldn’t have said please.
In that moment, Gabriel flew through the window, looking furious. “You nearly killed her.”
“She is mine to do with what I wish,” Tom said, turning his attention back to the other man. “You wouldn’t let me experiment on you, so I had to turn to her.”
“You don’t have the control for that yet,” Gabriel spat. His eyes had turned almost black in anger, his whole face twisted with fury.
“You will find that I have a lot more control than you think.” Tom sent out another powerful strike, wishing to demonstrate.
Gabriel sidestepped it, and made a gesture with his hand. But this time, Tom was ready and could block Gabriel from taking control over his body. He still wasn’t sure how Gabriel did it, but at least now he knew enough to be able to block it. It didn’t take an outside shield, but a shield around your energy and body.
“You will also find that it’s very unwise to underestimate me,” Tom continued coldly, directing his energy to an object behind Gabriel.
Before the man had time to see it, Tom used a large board of wood, which had been splintered earlier, and rammed it into Gabriel’s back. Blood splashed out in front of him as the board pierced his body.
Hermione screamed, but before Tom could tell her to be quiet, Gabriel looked up. And smiled.
“Likewise,” Gabriel said, and grabbed the board and pulled it out of his body, like it was nothing more than pulling off a jacket. He looked down at the board which was covered in dark red blood. His eyes flashed yellow, and the board was incinerated in less than a second.
“Now then, if you are done trying to kill me,” Gabriel said calmly, “I didn’t teach you this so we could have a duel.”
“Then why are you teaching me?” Tom hissed, unpleased that his murder attempt had failed.
“Because you are giving me something in return,” he reminded him, his voice serious. “But for the time being, I think it would be better if you left and didn’t return until tomorrow. Hermione will stay. It’s not like she will be of any use to you today. Unless you do want to kill her?”
Tom looked down at Granger, who was staring at him, her eyes full of hatred and fear. “No, I think that will be enough for today.”
He smiled coldly at Gabriel, and spun around and left the house. Well, today had surely been interesting. And Gabriel no longer had the advantage over him. They had reached an impasse, for the time being. But Tom was certain that he would find a way to kill the insufferable man in due time. Now, he just had to find out what made Gabriel seemingly immortal.
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“Here, drink this, it will make you feel better.” Gabriel helped her sit up and put a cup to her lips. It was hot, but as soon as she got it in her mouth, she could feel her strength returning.
Once the contents were gone, she could sit up by herself. “What did he do to me?”
“He drained your magical energy,” Gabriel answered with a sigh. “I should have suspected he would try something like that, but I honestly didn’t think he would try it so soon. Otherwise, I’d have warned you to block yourself.”
“Block myself?” She hated not knowing what on earth he was talking about.
“Yes, it’s a relatively simple shield you can use to stop such intrusion. But few people know how to do it. This magic is long forgotten, and so is the protection against it.”
“What magic?” This went against every textbook she had ever read. How could you take someone else’s magic?
“It was used some four thousand years ago by priests of Enlil to control the spirits of nature. Only, today we wouldn’t call it spirits, but energy,” Gabriel explained. “After the collapse of the Sumerian religion, these powers were deemed evil and locked away. But I found it again and studied it.”
“But why would you show Riddle something like that?” Hermione asked, horrified. “He already knows plenty of ways to hurt other people, he doesn’t need to know more!”
“We had a deal,” he reminded her.
Hermione felt a twist of disappointment in her chest. In these past two weeks, she had almost forgotten that she wasn’t there voluntarily. They had got along so well. But now she was reminded that he was in fact working with Riddle. Even though it didn’t make sense.
“But why did you even agree to help him in the first place? If you want his wand so much, why not just kill him and take it? It will transfer the ownership, and you already showed that you can hurt him! At least, you could before.”
“It’s not like a regular wand; it’s inherited, not transferred. If something were to happen to Tom, his descendants would get it, and as far as I know, he doesn’t have any. It would make the wand useless.”
Hermione frowned. “Why descendants? Couldn’t someone else inherit it?”
He shook his head. “No. As long as Tom is alive, he can allow others to use it. But it was engineered in such a way that it has to be passed on from parent to child, or grandchild if someone wanted to skip a generation or two. It’s a blood-thing.”
“Oh,” she said, disappointed. “But why do you need it so badly?”
“I have my reasons,” he said softly, moving closer to her on the sofa. “How are you feeling now?”
“Stronger,” she responded, but pulled away from him. “I don’t understand why you would teach him this, though. There must be plenty of things you know that he could have an interest in. Like all those stories of the Norse gods! Why didn’t you start with those?”
Gabriel sank back, his hands falling down into his lap. “Would you believe me if I said I have plans for Tom?”
She crossed her arms. “I’d have believed you had plans, but I’d also say you were foolish for trying to control him. Didn’t he just throw you out of a window and pierce your body with a board?”
He waved his hand, dismissively. “That was nothing. And Tom doesn’t know it, but he is playing straight into my hands.”
“What plans do you have then?” she demanded.
“I’d love to tell you, Hermione, but I can’t risk him finding out in advance,” he said with a crooked smile. “But enough talk about him. You have to rest. I’ll cook you something nice and we’ll watch telly. How does that sound?”
Hermione didn’t want to drop the subject, but it seemed like she would get nothing more from him right now. Thus, she nodded. She was bone-tired, like she was recovering from a fever or something. And she did like watching telly with Gabriel. He seemed to have every channel from around the globe, and there were always reruns of Doctor Who on one of them. She had loved that show when she was younger, and appreciated it as an adult too.
He helped her up to the second floor. The TV was in his bedroom, but instead of leading her to the sofa, he led her to the bed, pushing up the pillows for her to lie on.
The rest of the day went by rather quickly. They ate pizza and watched TV, mostly in silence.
It was beginning to darken outside when Hermione felt strong enough to ask what she should have asked days ago.
“I need you to teach me how to protect myself from him.”
Gabriel’s gaze slowly moved from the TV to her. He studied her for a moment, then he waved his hand, turning the TV off. The room became darker, but she could still see his eyes.
“I do like you, Hermione, but I don’t do things like that for free.”
She hesitated. “What do you want?”
“You don’t have much to offer.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, I do. I saved the world. I’m the brightest student Hogwarts has seen in almost a century. I have fought witches and wizards three times my age, since I was twelve years old and I’ve done it well. Just because I don’t have a fancy wand—”
He interrupted her by pressing a finger against her lips. When she made an attempt to bite him, he laughed and withdrew his hand.
“I was just checking to see whether this period with Tom had lowered your self-esteem and I’m glad to see it hasn’t.”
Hermione glared at him. “Well? What do you want in exchange?”
“I want your help with my plans for Tom,” he said with a smile. “But I can’t tell you what it would entail until you have learned to block yourself from Tom. He can’t know this.”
“So teach me, then.”
“I’ll need to have your oath to help me first.”
Hermione regarded him. “Will it kill him?”
“I can’t tell you that. Yet.”
She hesitated. She knew he was a Dark wizard, and who was to say that he wasn’t planning something even worse than Riddle was? Was she ridding herself of one devil just to get stuck with another? On the other hand, Gabriel had treated her much better than Riddle ever had and seemed a lot more reasonable. He didn’t want to rule the world or kill Muggles. And even if he did, that was not something he would want her help with.
Honestly, how on earth could Gabriel possibly be worse than Lord Voldemort?
She nodded and took out her wand. “I agree to help you with your plans to stop Tom Riddle.”
He watched her wand, amused. “Oh, I think we can seal the deal with something else.”
She opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but when she did, he leaned forward and kissed her, deeply. The moment of stunned surprise was quickly followed with submission. She had been kissed before, but Gabriel was truly talented. She hadn’t known what she was missing.
His tongue greedily searched her mouth. He tasted of tea and chocolate, which they had consumed earlier that night. She felt his hand at her neck, stroking her, sending shivers down her spine and straight to her core. Her hands moved up to his chest, as of their own accord, and under his shirt.
His belly and chest were hard with muscles, but smooth as silk to touch. She traced the outline of the muscles to his back, moving his shirt up until he had to break the kiss. She looked up just in time to see him pull off his shirt and throw it onto the floor. Their eyes met and the same hunger she felt was reflected in his. It was about time this happened. She had been horny ever since she had met him, but hadn’t wanted to admit it to herself. But now she couldn’t pretend anymore.
He helped her off with her shirt and then pulled her up and into his arms, kissing her again. Sitting up, she was able to straddle his lap, feeling his chest against hers. But her bra was an annoyance. She wanted to feel her breasts against his chest. So she removed it without breaking the kiss and pressed herself against him.
Her nipples were hard, and the heat from his chest made them throb with pleasure. She had very sensitive nipples, and the slightest stimulation made her—
As if he had read her mind, he grasped her left breast with his hand, stroking her areola. She let out a moan of pleasure, and he rewarded her by flicking her nipple.
She pushed him backwards onto the bed and broke the kiss. He smiled smugly at her, tracing his fingers on the outside of her breasts. She inhaled sharply, her whole body throbbing with pleasure and need.
There was another thing throbbing against her thighs. She grinded her crotch against his and he let out a groan. She smiled back at him and then moved down, quickly undoing his pants and tugged at them. He happily lifted his hips to allow her to drag them off, and in the next moment, he was naked.
His cock was fully erect and Hermione felt her knees go soft at the sight of it. Of course it was big. Anything else would have been impossible on this incredibly sexy man. She leaned over him and put her mouth against the tip, tasting it.
His moan encouraged her to take a bit more into her mouth, sucking the head. But before she had the time to actually start to experiment, he pulled her up, their mouths meeting instead.
“You have too many clothes on,” he remarked huskily, moving his hands down to her pants, making short work of them.
She wriggled free of them and her knickers and then attacked him again, straddling him. Their kisses were rough now. Sucking, nibbling, fighting for control. She rubbed herself against his cock, spreading her wetness all over him.
Then, momentarily, her senses returned to her. She broke the kiss.
“We need to cast the contraceptive spell,” she muttered, looking around for her wand. She didn’t remember when she had dropped it, but it wasn’t in her hand anymore, that was for sure.
Turning around, she saw it by the pillows. She climbed off him and reached for it, but just as she grasped it, he came up behind her, pushing two fingers into her cunt.
She moaned in pleasure as his thumb came against her clitoris, massaging it gently.
“The spell, Hermione,” he murmured, moving his fingers inside of her as well.
Spell? Yes, spell, some very important spell she ought to do right away.
She mumbled it under her breath and felt the lower part of her belly turn cold for a moment, telling her the spell had taken effect. She dropped her wand again, and Gabriel withdrew his fingers from inside her.
Before she had time to turn around and complain, he replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing it in slowly.
“Dear me, this is tight and cosy,” Gabriel said under his breath.
Hermione couldn’t do anything but breathe. His girth was greater than anyone’s she had experienced before and it stretched her. But at the same time, it was very pleasurable.
His hand came up to her clitoris again, rubbing it hard. She shivered as the first climax ran through her body. It made her moan and push back against him, making him sink into her completely.
“There then,” he said, removing his hand. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hold on.”
There was nothing else she could do. He held up her hips as he slammed into her, hard and fast. It didn’t take long until Hermione was screaming at every thrust, seeing stars of pleasure. She didn’t know how long he held up, but when she was almost at her second orgasm, he withdrew.
She made a whining sound, but he just turned her over, and lay down on top of her, entering her again. She sought out his mouth, and found it. Their kiss was slower than their fucking, but she didn’t mind. She could only move so fast with one part of her body at the time.
Her hand came up to his hair, scratching his skull, as she felt the second orgasm approach again.
“Now then,” he said, his tone raw. “Do you swear to help me with my plan in return for my teaching you everything I know about protection?”
She had almost forgotten about that. “I swear,” she said, breathlessly.
“Come, then,” he ordered her, and attacked her left breast with his mouth.
She arched up against him, her whole body trembling in pleasure. She screamed as she came, wave after wave of bliss running through her, from head to toe. He moaned as well, pushing into her long and hard three times, before becoming still.
His head fell down, onto her chest. Her whole body relaxed, her hands falling down at their sides. Her sex was still throbbing pleasurably, and she found herself focusing on that feeling.
After a couple of minutes, he rolled off her. “You have to love a good sex oath.”
“I didn’t even know you could make an oath through sex,” Hermione commented, still a bit breathless.
“It’s similar to a wand oath, just more fun to do.”
“Oh.” She would definitely have to research that in the morning.
Silence fell between them, but she didn’t mind. She needed to regain her bearings. It had been an eventful day.
“You’ll have to learn to protect your mind now,” Gabriel finally said.
“Yes, I guess so. I already know some Occlumency.”
“This is different. But it will be easier if I can show the concept from inside your mind,” he said.
“Oh?” Hermione slowly turned to her side to look at him. “How do you mean?”
He turned as well, his hand moving up to remove some strands of hair from her face. “I’ll enter your mind and show you. Do you trust me?”
“I guess I do,” she said. They had just had sex, after all.
“Here we go then,” he said, as he entered her mind.
The first thing he did was project an idea. It was impossible to put into words, but Hermione immediately realised what she must do to shield her mind against Legilimency. It was kind of like Occlumency, but also not. As if everyone looking into her mind would just see their own, and thus, she would be able to see their mind as well. Like if she was a mirror.
She slowly started to focus on putting the mirror up. As she did, she noticed that Gabriel was still in her mind, lurking around…
“Oi!” she said, pushing him away, both physically and mentally.
Gabriel smiled at her. “Only examining the memories of Tom. I guessed you weren’t allowed to tell me, so I did it this way.”
She glared at him. “It’s not okay to snoop around in someone’s mind.”
“Well, no, but these are very special circumstances. And I won’t be able to do that now that you have the new shield up.”
“What did you see, then?” she asked.
“Not much that I didn’t already know. Only the blood-bond was new information. That is some serious stuff. Why did Tom want to bind you as his sibling?”
She regarded him closely. So he hadn’t had the time to see the reason behind the blood-bond? Well, that was good. She still didn’t want anyone else to know about the Serpent of Midgard. Gabriel may be different from Riddle, but he was a Dark Wizard, and who knew what he would do with that knowledge? No, it was better not to give him that temptation.
“It’s none of your concern,” she said. “It’s just part of our agreement and why I need to stay with him.”
Gabriel sighed. “Very well, I won’t pry. It’s of no matter to me, I’m merely curious.”
“I’m afraid it’ll have to stay that way,” she said. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like to know what your plans for Riddle are.”
“We all have our secrets to keep, love,” he replied, with a smile. “What you do need to know is what your part in this is, and it’s essential that Tom doesn’t realise you are working with me. When he discovers that you can block him, you’ll have to use something else to explain why I would help you. My suggestion is that you use this.”
He made a sweeping motion above their naked bodies, indicating their recent interaction.
Hermione snorted. “Which gives you an excellent opening for having more sex with me.”
“What can I say? I’ve always enjoyed helping a beautiful woman deceive another man,” he said, with wink.
She just shook her head. Well, it wasn’t like more sex would hurt her. But she would have to weigh the pros and cons later.
“So, what is it you want me to do to help you?” she pressed, finding it slightly annoying that he seemed to dance around the question.
“Quite simple. I need you to spy on him. He clearly shows you a lot of his going-ons. I want to hear everything he does; who he meets, how he treats them, when he disappears, what he looks like when he comes back. Everything you can think of, really.”
“But I spend every night with you. And I’m sure he doesn’t just go home and sleep after he has left me here,” she remarked.
He shrugged. “That can’t be helped. What you can gather from being with him during the day will have to do.”
“But with this new shield, you won’t be able to know if I’m telling you everything,” she pointed out.
He chuckled. “You have already made an oath to help me, Hermione. That will ensure you are unable to lie or leave out anything you think I will find interesting.”
“Right. What will happen if I try to break the oath, then?”
“I’d advise you not to test it,” he said, looking serious. “I do enjoy having you in one piece.”
She would definitely have to look up oaths through sex in the morning.
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Serpent of the World