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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harmony was grinning while as she changed out of her costume. It was finally over after weeks of hard work and sweat. She stuffed her costume into a bag she would be able to take home with her. She didn't think she would wear such a revealing dress ever again, but it was made of fine material and might sell for a few pounds.
Fully dressed in her black wool—her other costume—she headed out of the privacy room and toward the entrance to the dressing room. Bellatrix, also fully dressed, was leaving as well.
The witch's blue costume was draped over one arm, but that wasn't what caught Harmony's attention. It was the small vial she gripped in her hand; the liquid inside was neon pink, giving off its own glow. She was smiling down at it in wild excitement.
Right away Harmony recognized it was a love potion, and she knew exactly who for.
An unexpected rage swelled in her as Bellatrix looked up, shocked to find that she was no longer alone. Her fierce blue eyes met Harmony's, and a snide grin formed on the wicked witch's lips.
Bellatrix bolted for the exit. Harmony dropped her bag and took off after her. The woman was out of the dressing room and down the hall with unexpected speed. Harmony pumped her arms and legs and begged them to move faster. If that love potion made it to Voldemort it would be all over for him—the embarrassment would leave him in ruins.
Harmony felt a sudden and startling duty to protect her Master. The trust between them that had grown in the last few weeks meant everything at that moment. That small bond guaranteed Harmony's safety while she was here. She ignored the little voice inside her that said the reason went much deeper; it was a voice she was trying to avoid.
She felt incentive to move faster and she slowly gained on the witch. Bellatrix was only two meters away when the woman rounded a sharp corner, and by the time Harmony reached the turn Bellatrix was gone.
Harmony was looking down a hallway with several doors on each side, and she shoved open the first one with a vengeance. It was only a dirty broom closet, so she closed it and sprinted to the next one. This door opened to a section of the auditorium near the stage, blocked by a group of dancers.
This door has to be the right one, she thought as she looked around frantically for her target. Straight ahead was the large booth where Master sat talking with his followers. Out of the corner of her eye, Harmony saw her. Bellatrix walked away from the bar carrying a couple goblets. She looked smug and determined as she approached the booth.
Harmony dove in through the crowd of dancers. Every person she bumped into slowed her down. She watched in horror as Bellatrix handed Master a silver goblet and let everyone else help themselves to the others.
Almost there, Harmony thought with wild desperation. Her black boots hit the steps that led into the booth.
The Dark Lord brought the drink to his lips, and as if in slow motion, Harmony reached out a gloved hand as far as it could stretch. With a final blow of energy, she brought her hand down and slapped the goblet out of his hand.
Harmony reveled in her victory so much she hardly noticed the gasps and outcries of shock. She looked at Bellatrix, who gaped at her in disbelief. Everyone else's expressions mirrored hers.
Harmony felt a hand grab a fistful of her robes and yank her down. She was met with fierce blue eyes so full of fury they could have burned her alive. She glanced down, noticing that Master's robes were soaked through, and some of the drink had splashed onto his face.
Voldemort said only one word, but it was enough to make her tremble: "Outside."
Harmony's voice barely came out in a whisper, "I can explain."
He released her robes with a push, uninterested in what she had to say. Without a word, Harmony ran as fast as she could away from there. Her heart was pounding in fear and frustration. She could feel the threat of tears wanting to fall, but she sucked them up so the crowd wouldn't see.
As she tried to escape, she kept slamming into people—she couldn't get out of there fast enough. Everyone stared at her as she passed, and once she thought she caught someone say, "Dead girl walking."
When she finally rushed outside, she retreated into the shadows, away from anyone's watchful gaze. She tore off her face scarf and gasped in the cold night air, letting it fill her lungs until it hurt.
When she heard Master's quick footsteps behind her in the gravel, she quickly placed the scarf over her face again before spinning around to face him. She took a few steps back when she saw that he was less than a half meter away from her; his fists were clenched and his hood was thrown back, revealing all of his outrage.
"I can explain," she nearly shouted up at him; all control of her breath had left her. Before he could stop her by speaking—or cursing her—she said everything all at once: seeing Bellatrix with the potion, chasing after her, following her back to him
His mouth gaped slightly when she mentioned the love potion. His eyes remained angry, but the ire seemed to have shifted to the vile woman she had mentioned.
"I was trying to save you the embarrassment," she added desperately.
His icy-blue eyes narrowed. He didn't shout, but his sharp tone made her shiver. "You were the cause of my embarrassment."
Harmony knew this was partly true, but it wasn't she he should've been infuriated with. She saved him. That thought brought the color back into her cheeks, and her shame turned to anger.
"No!" she shouted up into his face. "If I hadn't stopped Bellatrix from having her way and you drunk that love potion, you would've forgotten yourself completely! You would've been made a fool in front of all your followers!"
Voldemort was taken aback. Harmony imagined nobody had ever talked back to him before. She felt a little taller for having such reckless courage, but still wanted to appear humble and quickly backed away from him. She watched as countless emotions passed over his face as he was unsure of what to feel.
"Believe me," she added gently while wondering if she should draw her wand—just in case he decided to punish her. She tried to think of what Snape would tell her to do; was she supposed to just stand there and take the pain if he cursed her? Were his followers not allowed to protect themselves at all? She added before she could think too much on it, "I was only trying to help. I-I can only imagine how you would feel if she had done that to you after—well, after what happened between your parents—"
Like a switch, she saw the wicked fury boil up in his icy eyes again at the mention of his parents. She could tell she hit a nerve. He turned away from her in attempt to hide his emotions, and he stared out into the black night.
Harmony was surprised that she was still alive, still breathing in the cold air. She had heard his temper to be legendary; under normal circumstances, he would've surely killed her on the spot, back in the auditorium. But she wasn't normal—not to him, anyway. Harmony remembered the word he'd used himself: special. She was special.
"Bellatrix will pay dearly for this," he muttered sharply, "I can assure you."
"I really am sorry—"
His head twisted back around to face her.
She froze, she couldn't even breath.
The way he stared unnerved her. He was looking at her so hard, like he wanted to physically tear her apart, slowly, and delve inside her very being.
She tried to retain eye contact, but only after a moment it was too much for her to handle. When she looked away, she felt a different kind of fear—not the same kind as when she feared for her life—but like she was fearing for her sanity.
"You won't be able to show your face in there again tonight," he said after an agonizing moment of silence. "Your actions have left a mess behind for me to deal with. They'll no doubt demand your execution. It hurts them to see me treated as such, you see."
Harmony nodded but didn't speak. She nearly gasped and jumped away when he brought a pale hand up to her face. His fingers curled around the back of her neck and held it firmly. After regarding her a moment, his hand slid down her neck to her shoulder, which he gave a little squeeze.
She was lost of words. She'd seen him touch his followers before, but only akin to a little pat on the head, like a little pet. But this? The way he was touching her now was almost—affectionate.
Her stomach filled with butterflies and she had to restrain herself from shirking away from his touch.
"Go home, Harmony," he said in a velvety voice.
When she tried to sigh with relief, her breath caught in her throat. She smiled to herself, reveling in the thought of not having to go back inside to face the crowds. "Thank you," she whispered.
Voldemort remained where he was in the shadows when she left him. Harmony could feel his eyes on her as she left the entire night behind her. The Serpentine charm slithered around her like a protective embrace and its head rested on her shoulder—the shoulder his hand was on a minute before—as she headed into the woods.
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