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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry knocked on the door yet
again.�

There was no answer.�

He felt a kind of hollow despair
welling up inside him.�

First the girl he loved was taken away (by Professor Dumbledore but it made no
difference.� She was taken away from him.� She wasn�t here anymore. )� then Snape vanished too just when the man had
changed from being a cruel horrible tormentor into a cruel seductive tormentor
and now he had no one again.� He was
alone here.�

Both the people he trusted were with Voldemort and if the memories could be
believed � everything was different than he had thought.�

He didn�t know what to do.�

Was Voldemort still going to kill
him?� He�d sent those memories.� He didn�t have to send them.�

Harry wanted to get away from the headmaster who, if the memories were to be
believed, �had absolutely no compunction
about hurting anyone in order to get what he wanted, but there was nowhere for
him to go.�

He had ..no one.�

If he left � he would be tracked by the order and the death eaters. If he stayed- well..
it was a matter of time before Dumbledore did
something else to tighten the noose around his neck.��

He leaned against Snape�s door feeling forlorn and let himself slide down to
the floor.�

The voice that suddenly spoke
behind him chilled him to the bone.�

�I�m afraid Professor Snape has not
returned, Harry.��

Dumbledore, standing against the opposite wall some way down the
corridor.�

How long had he been there?�

�What�s happened to him, Headmaster?
When will he come back?!��

he tried to keep the pleading hopeless tone out of his
voice but it crept in anyway.�

Dumbledore stepped off the wall and
walked to him, extending a hand to help him to his feet.�

�I do not know, my boy.� But Professor Snape
has been absent for longer periods in the past.�
I am hopeful that he will return again this time also.� Perhaps he will bring Miss Granger with
him.� Come now.� You are missing dinner.� You must remember to eat, Harry.��

Harry nodded blankly and allowed
himself to be led up to the great hall.��
When Dumbledore deposited him next to Ginny and Ron and strolled off to
the head table he became aware of the weighty pressure of many eyes upon
him.�

The feeling sickened him.� It always
had.��

Ginny edged closer and threadled her arm around his,
clinging to him possessively.�

He didn�t want it.�

Unable to just shake her off and
walk away as he desperately wanted, he unhooked his arm neutrally in the
process of getting himself a plate of food for dinner.�� The red headed girl pouted
unattractively.�

�Where have you been all day, Harry?� We were worried about you!!� she demanded
quietly.� Ron emitted a grunt of
agreement around a large mouthful of potato.��

Harry shrugged.� �I just needed to be alone and think for a
while.� You know how it is.��

He received blank stares from the
two Weasleys and Seamus, Dean and Neville across from
him.�

No.� They didn�t know.� Gryffindors tended to go to others when they
were upset.� They found comfort in group
bonding.� Slytherins were the ones who generally went off by themselves to lick wounds
or think about things.��

Harry sighed.� �Snape hasn�t returned� he said quietly.�

The look of blind jubilant joy on Neville�s
face across from him upset him even more.�
While he knew that Snape had tortured poor Neville in potions, it didn�t
change the fact that his own view of the man was irreversibly altered now.��

In his mind�s eye he saw black lust filled eyes looking up at him as the man
sucked his cock with visible pleasure.�

The things he�d done.. Harry had thought he�d go mad
with the sensations.�

He had been flat on his back looking up into those black eyes and Snape�d been just about to fuck him when Ron had turned up
with the news about Mione.� After that.. it just hadn�t happened what
with the emotion of everything.�

But now, Harry couldn�t seem to manage to see that dour sadistic face yelling
in potions anymore.�

Snape had held him close and
stroked his back while he had cried for hours.�
He had enclosed him in that warm comforting feeling of safety, letting Harry
clutch at his body and run his fingers through the shoulder length black
locks.�

Harry pushed his plate away
untouched and got up from the table, avoiding the Headmaster�s face and shaking
his head irritatedly at the concerned questions of Ginny
and Ron, �turning
and walking out of the great hall without another word to the Gryffindors.��

He wandered up the stairs and through empty corridors till he ended up in the
east corner of the castle, staring out a many diamond-paned
window into the darkness, his forehead resting against the glass. ��

He was just about to turn and make
his way quickly to the Gryffindor portrait before curfew when the unexpected hand
settling on his shoulder made him jump several inches into the air.� He whirled, breathing fast.�

�It�s only me� the spacey blonde
girl said placidly.�

He tried to calm down his
frantically beating heart.� He was being
stupid wandering around in this level of distraction � that could have been
Draco or one of the other Slytherins, it could have
been Professor Dumbledore � hell it could have been death eaters who had
infiltrated the castle.� He needed to be
more aware of his environment.�

�Hi Luna� he managed shakily.�

The girl smiled and moved up to the
window next to him.� �It�s a wonderful
evening for ringlebat watching.� Are you looking for the densest
concentrations before you go outside?��

Harry blinked. �Um.. no.� I don�t know
what ringlebats are.�
I was just thinking, mainly.��

Luna looked at him with surprise� �Oh. I
thought you were watching the ringlebats by the
forbidden forest.� They�re very pretty
this time of year.� You won�t be able to
think very clearly in the castle.� It�s
infested with wrackspurts. That�s why everything
feels so confusing lately.��

Harry nodded agreeably. �Confusing.. yeah.. you
can say that again.��

Luna frowned slightly. �Confusing�
she said uncertainly.�

Harry smiled.

�You always manage to cheer me up, Luna� he said softly.�

The slight blonde girl smiled
dreamily back and then said �Don�t worry Harry � you aren�t really alone.��

Harry started and looked at her
guiltily. �I .. wasn�t..um..��

The blonde girl commented abruptly
�Professor Dumbledore isn�t very nice, is he?��

Harry gaped.

�Luna!..how..what.. um.. why do you say that?��

The spacey blue eyes wandered back
out the window.� �Draco is here. ��Goodbye Harry!��

The girl turned and wrapped him in a sudden hug before turning and wandering
off down the corridor. �Harry was too
shocked to really react to her leaving, he was looking
across at Draco Malfoy, standing a short distance up the other corridor looking
at him with restrained fury.

�Potter!� he hissed like someone very pissed trying to remain as quiet as they
could. �I�ve been looking for you for an hour!�
What in Merlin�s name are you doing here?!� If Looney hadn�t told me to come up here I�d
have given up already.��

He rummaged around in a pocket and
pulled out a very tiny silver and green present like the last one he�d given him.� �Here!�
Take it and push off before you get me caught out after curfew!��

Harry rushed over, Draco almost
forgotten in the face of another message from Voldemort possibly about Hermione
(and Snape), and snatched it out of the ferret�s hand, immediately rushing up
the corridor without looking back, not stopping till he reached the room of
requirement.�

Just as he was entering the dull chime of curfew sounded throughout the
corridors and he closed the door behind him with a sigh of relief.��

He had the package torn open and
the single phial of silvery memory out in seconds as he strode toward the chair
and pensieve.�
Tossing himself down into the chair he tipped the silvery substance in
quickly and inserted a finger, falling into the memory immediately.�

He tumbled down into the room he
recognised as Voldemort�s study.� He was
facing the bookcases and turned hurriedly to find Hermione sitting on the sofa,
curled into one corner reading a large black book with obvious
fascination.�

Darting over he knelt on the floor
beside her, reaching a hand out toward her face although he knew he couldn�t
touch her in a memory.�

She looked well and not afraid in the slightest.�

�Where are you up to?� We will have lunch shortly.��

The voice made Harry look up and he
realised suddenly that Voldemort was seated at his desk, working on
something.�

He�d been in the room the entire time?�

Harry looked back at Hermione confusedly.�
She didn�t seem at all bothered.�
That was ...wrong...�

She spoke now but didn�t lift her
eyes from the page she was on. �I�m up to the intracorpular
curses section � Waxe�s water dispelling hex at the
moment.�� What�s for lunch?��

Harry gaped and felt something in
his chest tear away and break into a thousand pieces.�

Hermione was quite happy to be where she was.�
She wasn�t going mad with fright or pining at missing her friends.. at missing Harry.�� Not that he wanted her miserable or god forbid, being tortured.. but a
little bit of unhappiness would be ok.�

�I have no idea� Voldemort informed
her. �but if you do not like it, you can request
whatever you would prefer.��

Hermione nodded vaguely.

�After lunch I will test you on the
sections you have covered today.�� Voldemort
added, without looking up from his own work. �

Hermione nodded again and had that vague tightness in her eyebrow that she
always had when she was about to say shhhh to Ron and
himself because she was trying to focus on something.��

The thought of Hermione shhhhing Voldemort was both
fantastic and horrendous.� He hoped she
wouldn�t try it.�

At that moment a house elf popped
into the room levitating two plates, two goblets and a carafe of water.�� Hermione looked up reluctantly as the elf
placed the food upon the table.� Her face
brightened at the mix of seafood with Greek salad side.� Voldemort had laid aside whatever he was
working on and Harry turned in time to see the snake faced bastard stand and
walk over to the armchair by the coffee table and seat himself.�

The elf poured the water and added
a small amount of freshly squeezed lime.�

�That will be all, pluck� Voldemort said, quite pleasantly, and the elf bowed
and disapparated.�

�This looks lovely� Hermione
smiled, scooting up the couch to her plate.��

Harry� got up
off the floor and dropped himself into the other armchair, aghast by the bland
normality of the scene, considering who was in it.�

He watched them eat and talk quite comfortably about spell crafting.� Apparently Hermione wanted to create her own
spells but was afraid that she lacked creativity or might somehow accidentally
kill herself.��

Harry was just surprised that Voldemort
apparently ate..human.. food.� He�d imagined that the man lived on a diet of
blood and beetles or something.��
Watching him chew on a stick of carrot thoughtfully as he explained the
processes of spell design to an absolutely absorbed Hermione was
distressing.��

Soon enough he was asking Hermione questions about the first five chapters of
the book she had been reading.�

It was apparently a book of pretty dark hexes.�

He was not sure how he felt about that.�

Not every spell Voldemort asked her about was violent and horrible, some were
healing spells and others were forms of scrying but
they were all pretty dark.��

Hermione was willingly learning
dark magic from Voldemort.�

Of course Hermione would willingly
learn anything from anyone, he tried to remind himself � and it wasn�t as if
she really had a lot of choice about being here � even if she were to escape
and return to Hogwarts � the headmaster was the one who had tortured and nearly
killed her.� Her muggle parents wouldn�t
be able to protect her from him.�� She
was probably making the best of a bad situation here, learning what she could
from Voldemort.�

But why in hell was Voldemort doing this?!�

Why wasn�t she strung up in some dungeon.� Why was she still alive?!�

He�d saved her from Dumbledore.� It hadn�t looked like he�d just wanted to
acquire her in order to hurt Harry � and to judge by what had happened since,
it didn�t look like the events of his dream were about to happen anytime
soon.�

He was ...looking after her..��

And then his mind was pulled back
to the events in the memory because Voldemort and Hermione seemed to be having
a small argument.�

�You must test your knowledge and you will not
be tossing those hexes at me, my dear.�
Be reasonable.��

�I�m not torturing some poor muggle
from your dungeons.� I can�t!.. I..just don�t think I can do
that.��

Voldemort stood and banished their
finished meals, stalking to the couch and seating
himself close beside her.�

It looked overly familiar to Harry and he began to have a very small sick
feeling in the pit of his stomach as the monster brushed a pale slender hand
over Hermione�s hair lightly, almost delicately.�

�You wished to learn the dark arts,
my dear.� You must realise that the spells you are learning require practical
testing and honing.� You could harm
yourself using them. It is best for you to attempt them in my presence, in
order that I might help you should anything unexpected occur��

Hermione swallowed and looked
embarrassed.�

�I know.. but.. please Tom.. please don�t make me hurt innocent people!� At least.. not yet..��

Harry leapt up, nearly
hyperventilating.� Tom?!� Not hurt innocent people YET?!!�� Fuck!!!�
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!��

What was THIS?!!..

Hermione seemed to be pretty damn close to the fucking bastard who had killed
his parents and was planning on killing him.�
�

He strode closer, standing shaking
in shock and anger at the other side of the coffee table.��

Voldemort sighed and brushed the
back of a finger down his friend�s cheek.�

�I am too lenient with you, my dear.� Fine.� You will test
the curses on a death eater.� Will that
suffice?��

Hermione looked overwhelmingly
relieved.� �Yes!!� Thank you Tom!!� I�m sorry for being ...weak..
I..-I�ll try not to be.��

He shushed her and looked away, an
expression of concentration, followed by mild disgust, washed over his
serpentine face.� �The man I have
summoned is a murderer and rapist.� He
has neither family nor dependants of any sort.�
He is in the periphery of the outer circle and is in that sense...
expendable...�� I will obliviate him when you are finished with him so do not hold
back.� ��

Hermione swallowed and nodded.� She reached into her pocket and Voldemort
reached over her and placed his hand on her wrist, stilling her.

�No.� the other one.� That one will not respond well to this form
of magic.��

She nodded again and put her other
hand into her pocket, drawing out a plain deep brown wand.�

It was not the wand that Harry had
seen her using for the last six years.�
She swished it experimentally � confirming how new it must be for
her.��

The expression on Voldemort�s face
looking at it was difficult to read.� He
seemed conflicted, almost guilty.� The
look was wiped off quickly enough and a crack announced the entrance of a large
heavyset man who seemed visibly overawed to be in the room he found himself
in.�

He dropped heavily to his knees and bowed his head. �My Lord!!� You �onour
me. �ow can I-��

He was interrupted.� �Yes.�
You are very lucky to be shown this favouritism, my servant.� You will assist me with my novitiate today.� �

Harry swayed slightly.�

Novitiate.� He wasn�t
entirely sure what the word meant but it sounded like..far
more than �taking care� of her..

The man�s head shot up and piggy
eyes flicked between Voldemort and Hermione, widening before he forced his head
back down, an expression of confusion and mild lustful hope on his face.� Harry wanted to kick him.�

Voldemort continued. �We have been
working on her repertoire of hexes and require a candidate to test her casting
upon�

The thick bullish head rose again, an expression of disbelief on his face. �You
want �er to curse me?!�� the man�s physical
posture screamed that he was very much opposed to this.

Voldemort smirked. �You will submit
to her curses or you will submit to mine
Gorlich.� The
choice should be fairly simple.��

Large shoulders bunched and the
heavy head ducked further unhappily.� �Yes
my Lord.� I�d be more�n
pleased to help you out and let �er cast on me.��

�Excellent� Voldemort said quietly,
rising and guiding Hermione to her feet by her elbow.�

�Go and stand over there, my dear, and begin at the beginning.� When you can cast each thrice without flaw,� I shall consider it
learned.��

Harry moved out of the way as Hermione
walked toward him.� He found he was
actually interested in how she would do.�
Knowing she was cursing a death eater somehow made it almost all right again that she was
using dark curses.��

He stepped back to get a better view.�

Hermione raised her wand and her
face took on a darker determined expression that he had only seen before in the
ministry of magic.��

Voldemort�s eyes widened and he smiled in pleasure..�

The scene became misty and Harry
was tossed out of the memory.� He leapt
up cursing and stamping his foot.� Damn
it.� God fucking damn it to hell.� He had wanted to see that.�� He threw himself back down into the armchair
with a black expression.�

Hermione was quite content in Voldemort�s clutches, not even missing him and Snape
was there somewhere too presumably.� He
hadn�t asked Voldemort for a memory with Snape, only with Hermione.��

She was learning things that he really wished he could be learning, if he was
honest.� Hogwarts DADA class was not
really useful. ��It had been better with Snape
teaching it but they didn�t really get to do much practical work.�

He knew that he should be happy �that she was apparently quite well and
even able to study.. but he wasn�t.� It just made him feel worse about his own
situation.�� And what would happen if..when.. the situation came to a
head and he faced Voldemort in battle.� Where
would Hermione stand?!�

He tried to tell himself that she would be at his side..
but she really didn�t look like she was unhappy to be
where she was � and he suspected she probably wouldn�t put herself anywhere
near Dumbledore again.��

Fuck.. HE didn�t want to be near Dumbledore
either.� �He..he wanted to be
near Hermione.�

But considering where she was...�

He sighed.� Living around Dumbledore was still better
than dying to be near Hermione, surely.�

It wasn�t as if he actually had a choice
about what side he wanted to be on.� Not
like the others...Malfoy.. Hermione..Snape..�

Voldemort would kill him if he got
his hands on him.�

Dumbledore might be a manipulative dangerous bastard but he would keep Harry
safe.��

He frowned, thinking of the Dursleys and the last six
years.. Ok.. perhaps Dumbledore wouldn�t keep him..exactly..
safe.. but he�d
stop him from being killed.�� That was
something.��

Voldemort had probably sent him
these memories just to try to get him to hate Dumbledore and run away.. to his death.��

It was a new tactic if that was what he was doing.. but maybe it wasn�t that different to last year when he kept
emphasising how alike he and Harry were.��

It was all a trap..
all always a trap.�

At least this trap let him see Hermione
though.� He looked longingly at the pensieve. It was frustrating not to see how she had cursed
the death eater.�

He didn�t like the way Voldemort was around her.. or the way she was around him in fact.. the
way they were together.. but he wished he�d seen a bit
more.�� He�d have to tell Malfoy to ask
for more next time.�

Maybe he could..

No.. Malfoy was a whiny little bitch.� He�d been on his way to bed already before
curfew.� Even if he could get into the
Slytherin common room and find Draco�s dormroom - He�d
never get him to sneak out of the castle right now to go and see Voldemort so Harry
could see more of Hermione.� He could
just imagine the disgusted sneer on the ferrets face if he asked him to.�

He�d have to wait till tomorrow to
see him and however long it would then take for him to go and come back and
find him.�

Ugh.� That sucked.��

He glared at the plain white wall in front of him.� Maybe he could send an owl?�

That made him
laugh.� Sure..
the ministry of magic was incompetent but he didn�t
think they were so incompetent that they couldn�t track an owl.�

His eyes widened involuntarily.� If he
wanted to speak to Voldemort..there was one obvious way.. that
was what it had all been about in the beginning after all.. The monster was IN
his head.. the only thing
keeping him out was the necklace Dumbledore gave him.� He fingered it tentatively.� Hermione�s... Dumbledore had cursed her for
it.�

Swallowing he slid his fingers along the chain reaching for the clasp.� He�d just take it off for a couple of minutes
and see what happened.�

He didn�t find the clasp.� Sliding the chain around, in case it had
slipped down to the side he realised, alarmed, that there was no clasp.� The chain was
one unbroken circle.��

A nasty suspicion grew in his mind.. Dumbledore had
insisted that he put it on straightaway.�

Hermione had been the only one who could take the necklace off when she wore
it, to judge from the memories he�d seen.. that clearly wasn�t how it worked now.��

Experimentally he tugged at it, at
first lightly and then as hard as he could.�
There wasn�t even the slightest suggestion that it might break and he
ended up with a thin line imprinted in the back of his neck from the
tugging.�

He was getting worried now.�

What if he couldn�t take it off?!� It
wasn�t as if he didn�t appreciate the peaceful feeling, but..
he wasn�t in control of his own head this way.�

Dumbledore had got him to put something on.. and seeing what the man was capable of.. he
began to worry.�

If this wasn�t the same necklace.. or at least wasn�t the same
chain that Hermione was wearing � then what else might it be capable of.� He wouldn�t put it past Dumbledore to
strangle him with it if he disobeyed.�

This was bad.�

Telling himself that he didn�t know
what the headmaster was like when he�d put it on didn�t change the basic fact
that a psychopath had convinced him to put on an enchanted necklace.�

He drew his wand and tried a few
cutting hexes and burning hexes.. none
were at all effective and the burning hexes just caused the chain to heat and
burn the back of his neck.�

He felt a dark pool of panic
welling up inside.�� What could he
do?!� Just go on as if nothing was
wrong?��

He had to, didn�t he?!�

As terrible as Dumbledore might be, Voldemort was worse.� He was killing
people.. trying to take over
the ministry.. the entire wizarding world.� He was a madman!� A Monster!��

His eye drifted uneasily to the pensieve.�

Voldemort hadn�t been acting particularly monstrous as he ate scallops and gave
Hermione the basics of spell design.�

He was teaching her..

She was a muggleborn � shouldn�t he be killing her?� In the dream
he�d...

Harry furrowed his brow abruptly.�

He�d pulled Harry off her and
restrained him then raped her and.. and
branded his name into her.��

At the time he�d been horrified and beyond reason but..thinking
about it.. he hadn�t really hurt her much.. He had
seemed mostly preoccupied with what he was doing more than its effect on Harry.
�

He�d written his name on her.. branded
her.. but if it had been for the pain he might as well
have just burned lines into her..

He�d written his name. That was...weird.�
Like marking her as a possession. ��

And in the first set of memories he�d sent.. the way Hermione had clung to his legs.. the
way he�d carried her and then rocked and stroked her hair in the
bathroom..�

In the memory from today he�d touched her in a very familiar kind of way
too.�

The thought forming in his mind was
too appalling to even fully articulate.. Hermione
would never...��

To dismiss the fear building in his
heart he dipped his finger into the pensieve
again.� He didn�t have enough to go on to
leap to that kind of crazy
conclusion.� She wasn�t..� �They
weren�t..��

He tumbled down into the memory and
examined Hermione�s relaxed demeanour curled into the corner of the couch.�

Voldemort was writing,
focused.� The top of his smooth white
head was visible.� He wasn�t even watching her.� He just took
for granted that she wouldn�t hex him.. and Harry remembered that the end of the memory clearly
showed that she had at least one wand in her pocket.�

What the hell?!��

He rushed over to the dark wizard�s
side quickly, peering over his shoulder to see what he was writing.� It seemed to be in another language, whatever
it was.� Or maybe a
code.� Probably a code.. there were numbers and runes in
some of the words.� �He stood back and watched..
really paid attention to.. the
rest of the memory.�

The casual comments... and then their discussion over lunch..
it was all behaviour of two people who were
comfortable with each other.�� Voldemort
didn�t look at all on guard.�

And he was...nice..to her.� Really
nice, compared to every other time Harry had seen him.�

And then..
that touch.. He hadn�t been paying close enough
attention to the way Voldemort looked
at Hermione last time, he�d been too busy being upset over the whole situation
but he realised now that the man looked at the girl Harry loved with actual fondness.� He was ..doting.. on her.�� She said she
didn�t want to do something and he acquiesced and gave her what she
wanted.�

This was insane!� Voldemort could not possibly
..fancy.. Hermione.� That was just stupid on so many levels.�

He wouldn�t.�

SHE wouldn�t..

it couldn�t happen.��

He felt sick as he watched the pleased..possessive..expression on the
snakelike face as Hermione raised her new wand.. that
was another thing � he�d given her a new wand?!�� She�d obviously been reaching for the other
pocket before he told her to use this wand instead. �Did she have two now?!� Why?!�

He was tossed back out as the
memory ended and felt even more sick than the first time.� There was something not right between the
girl he loved and his mortal enemy.�� And
there was no way for him to find out more right now.� ��

He sat in the chair pensively
staring at the wall for most of the night, his thoughts circling the things
he�d seen.� It wasn�t until the wee small
hours of the morning that he finally dropped off, waking only a few hous later with a crick in his neck from the chair.��

He needed to know more.� He had to find Malfoy before breakfast!

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