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Atlantis - An Adventure	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 20208 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ahh, sorry about the long wait. Real life is a bit weird right now. Oh, well, here is a new chapter. Don’t hate me!

Warning; Smut in the beginning and character dead! Thank you for reading and reviewing!

QueenRuby: Ugh, yeah, I’m not very good at grammar, I usually go for what feels best, but since I’m not a native, I usually go for what sounds best in Swedish and that isn’t so good. And thank you for being willing to look it through, but I already have a beta. She has just been really busy, but now when collage is over, she hopes she will be able to go through all the chapters! Haha, I love your suggestion on what should happen in the story! Although, you’ll see that things play out a bit differently… starting in this chapter. Don’t kill me! Oh, but Voldy would defiantly kill Hermione if he woke up with that tattoo, haha!

Soniab: Haha, and you’ll see yet another turn in this chapter! I like keeping my readers on their toes! And your question on how they can leave will be answered in this chapter, so don’t worry. Oh, and yes, maybe it’s a bit strange that Voldemort can’t kill Snape but… well, it will be explained even more in later chapters! Thanks for reviewing! Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 16

When Hermione woke up on the sixth day in Atlantis it was because Voldemort was trusting in to her. Still half asleep, she just lay there and enjoyed the feeling. The orgasm was one of the softer kinds which left her with a warm and happy feeling.

Voldemort licked her neck up to her earlobe. "Salazar, you make me feel like a randy school boy again."

She just giggled at that and tilted her head to kiss him. The kiss was a lazy one and Hermione purred at the wonderful feeling of having a warm protecting body on top of hers. She held her arms around his upper body, keeping him pressed against her. Perhaps they could stay in bed all day? Just lying together, not worrying about anything.

However, their cosiness was broken by a loud rumble from Voldemort's stomach. Hermione giggled again as Voldemort rolled off her. They dressed and went to breakfast. Snape was already there, looking as sour as ever.

"How are you doing?" Hermione asked, concerned.

Snape scowled at her. "Peachy, Miss Granger," his voice dripping of sarcasm.

Hermione rolled her eyes and decided that it was better to leave him alone. Voldemort however did not seem to feel like that.

"Why did you drink so much last night?" he asked his Death Eater in a low voice.

Snape just mumbled something into his porridge.

"Answer me," Voldemort ordered.

"Katja became conscious of the fact that she dislikes me," he answered reluctantly.

Hermione suddenly realised what a lonely man Snape must be. Of course, she had thought so before, but now she also saw that he actually became sad over it. Her old teacher wasn't a stone cold creature after all. Her heart filled with pity for him, but she resists the urge to reach out for him. He wouldn't like that.

Voldemort was watching him with a frown. "Are you still drunk?"

Snape snored. "I may have found something in that casket in my room."

Voldemort sighed disapprovingly. "You shouldn't lower your guard like that."

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to risk spilling the Dark Lord's plans," Snape muttered.

"That's enough," Voldemort said, his eyes narrowing. "You are going back to your room and you'll stay there until you have sobered up."

"If my Lord commands it," Snape said and stood up on unsteady legs.

Voldemort pressed his lips together in annoyance. "I see that I'll have to help you myself." He stood up too and griped Snape's arm, dragging him out of the hall.

Hermione was left alone, feeling very uneasy. It was never pleasant to see other people drunk, especially not people you had looked up too. She sighed and started to eat, but after just a couple of minutes she was interrupted again. This time by Zemuni, the old lady she had met the first day here.

"Good morning, Hermione," she said and sat down on the opposite side of the table.

"Good morning," Hermione answered, uncertain how she was expected to act.

"Your friend seemed depressed?" Zemuni didn't really seem concerned.

"A little, but I think he will feel better after some sleep," Hermione answered. She didn't think it wouldn't be wise to tell her too much.

"Let's hope so. How are you feeling?" Now Zemuni seemed a bit more curious at least.

"I feel fine," Hermione answered truthfully. "And I really enjoy your library here. It is very interesting."

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself," Zemuni said with a smile. "Have you got to know anyone here yet?"

"Not very closely, but I've talked some with Aluga and I think we get along and yesterday I met another nice woman named Farai," she answered.

"Good. I'm happy you get along with Aluga. She plays tough to hide her grief." Zemuni sighed.

"You mean her son?" Hermione asked, remembering Aluga mentioning something about a son last night.

Zemuni arched her eyebrows. "She told you? Yes, it is a sad thing. Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children. Not even here. But the worst is the unknowingness of course. I think a part of her still hopes he is alive somewhere, but that is impossible."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, intrigued.

"Without the water of Atlantis, we age like everyone else," Zemuni said with a sigh. "And it is about three hundred years since Migu ran away. He would have died by old age long before now."

Hermione was shocked by this new information, but before she had time to ask anything else Voldemort returned. Zemuni rose, wishing them a good day and left them alone.

"What did she want?" Voldemort asked. He was in a bad mood again.

"Just wondering if I liked it here," Hermione asked. "We need to talk."

He looked surprised over her eagerness. "Let me eat first."

As she watched him eat, she wondered how angry he would be when she told him that the immortality would disappear once they left and stopped drinking the water. Knowing Voldemort, he would probably be very angry. She did not want that.

"Now we can go," he finally said.

They went to the library, which was usually deserted at this time of the day and sat down on a pair of big cushions. Voldemort seemed a bit amused by her anxiousness, but when she told him what Zemuni had said, the amusement was replaced by a thoughtful disappointment. She bit her lips, not sure how she should take his reaction. She was very surprised when he finally just rose and said; "I need to consult the books."

That was it? Hermione felt annoyed. What was he thinking? She knew how much he wanted immortality! Why was he taking this so easy?

When he came back ten minutes later, he had his arms full of books. A lot of them, she noticed, were in the old language of Atlantis which no one could read.

"You are taking this awfully well," Hermione noticed.

Voldemort only glanced at her before he began to sort out the books. "I was already doubtful immortality would be this easy to achieve. But you are forgetting two things; I have got a young and healthy body back and that was something I never thought I would and we did get a new clue to work on. The Source of Magic."

Hermione arched her eyebrows. "Aha. What should I do?"

"You should not disturb me," he said and opened the first book. "Although, I'll be grateful if you bring me something to eat at lunch. I'll most likely forget to eat otherwise." With that he was sucked into the world of the books and Hermione was feeling left out. Although, she did partly understand the will to study alone. She did it all the time at Hogwarts. However, when she wanted to study alone it was because she didn't want to spend any time trying to explain to others what it was she did. Did Voldemort think he had to explain it all to her?

She glanced at the book he was reading. It was in the Atlantis language. Did he understand it already? Well, in that case maybe he was right. He would have to explain it to her. But how could he have learned it so quickly?

Envious about his ability to decode a language, she stood and decided to do something else. Perhaps she should continue with the project they had actually given her and sort the information in the library?

As she stood, trying to debate where to start, the door opened and to her great surprise, Remus came in. He gave her a shy smile. "Can we talk?"

Hermione nodded and with a glance at Voldemort, she led Remus to the back of the library where they wouldn't disturb him.

"What is he doing?" Remus asked curiously as they sat down at another pair of cushions.

"Don't know," she sighed. "He got an idea and now he is checking it out. He will probably tell when he knows everything himself."

Remus looked bothered and amused. "Kind of reminds me of you."

Hermione huffed, but couldn't resist a small smile. It seemed Remus didn't hate her after all. Although, he didn't look too well. He seemed to be sweating.

"Hermione, do you know what night it is tonight?" he suddenly said.

Hermione frowned. "Uhm… no?"

"Its full moon," Remus explained and took a deep breath. "They said they will observe my transformation so I won't be under the influence of the Wolfbane Potion. And... I'm a bit worried."

Hermione was quiet as her friend seemed to think about what to say next. She noticed how his hands were trembling slightly, but when she reached out to comfort him, he pulled away.

"These people have never seen a werewolf before, or, at least not in centuries" he explained. "I'm worried they will underestimate my strength and that I'll… break loose."

"Why would you break loose?" Hermione asked, despise the fact that she was quite sure she knew where this was going.

"Because of you… and him." Remus pulled a deep breath. "I can smell you two all over each other and the wolf inside me doesn't like that. I've taken it out on Naomi and… amazingly she doesn't mind. But I fear that tonight I'll want to go after Voldemort and slice him open for touching you. Don't get me wrong, I think he deserves it, but I just… well, I have never killed anyone as a werewolf and I don't want to start now. So promise me you'll keep your guard up tonight? Put some protection over your room or something."

Hermione could see how tense Remus was and she wanted to comfort him, but not sure how to do it.

"Thank you for the warning, Remus. We will be on our guard. But the people here are awfully powerful when it comes to magic. I do think they will manage to keep you from getting loose," she explained.

Remus pulled in a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands. "I hope you are right." Then he suddenly reached out for her, grabbing her shoulder. "I don't want you to get hurt."

Hermione smiled sadly and put a hand on the inside of his arm, squeezing comforting. "I know, Remus. I don't want you to get hurt either. And…" she hesitated. "-thanks for not hating me."

Remus gave her a sad and wild look before he pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh, I could never hate you, Hermione. I just hate how Voldemort has taken you."

Hermione sighed into her friend's shoulder, but didn't answer. After all, he was right. It was just that Hermione didn't mind so much.

Remus took a deep breath before he let go of her. If anything, he looked even more pained now than before. "I shouldn't be with you when I am like this. It's hard…"

Hermione immediately took a step back. "It's okay, I understand."

He forced a smile. "I'll see you some other time, when it's safe again. Just remember what I said."

She nodded. "Good luck tonight."

"Thanks." He reached out and stroked her hair for a last time, then he left the library.

Hermione sank down on the cushion again, deep in thoughts.

The rest of the day went by slowly. Hermione brought food to Voldemort, but he didn't even look up from his book as he ate. Then Aluga came by and asked if they wanted another training session. Hermione said yes, but Voldemort declined, looking very annoyed to be interrupted.

At the training, Hermione succeeded for the first time to do magic without any movement at all. Aluga was very pleased and let Hermione go to dinner. When she didn't see Voldemort there, she made him another plate and walked with it to the library. When he heard her he looked up with a tired, but pleased smile.

"I must be the best wizard ever," he declared as he ate the food she had brought.

"Well you certainty aren't the most modest," she remarked. "Are you going to tell me what you found?"

He stretched in his seat. "You know how the written language is developed, I trust?" When she didn't answer at once, he continued. "It's developed after need. The natives of Atlantis appear to be the first magical people. Magic is their creator, the core of what they are; hence it only makes sense that their first and only written language would be used for describing magic. Aluga gave me the idea when she said that they start with teaching children how to use words to do magic. Alas; these symbols are to be read as magic. I believe it's both like a key seat and an alphabet. Every symbol represents a sound and not just a sound like to speak, but actually a sound that is to use magic."

"I see," was all Hermione could say. "So what does it say?"

Voldemort snorted. "I'm good, Hermione, but I'm not that good. It will take some time to find a point of reference that can be used to translate every symbol into something we can understand. But at least now I know the code. I'll continue to work on this tomorrow." He got up and gathered his notes. "Now I want to do something physical."

Hermione rolled her eyes as he grasped her hand and lead her toward their room. Well, at least she would never be sexually frustrated as long as she stayed with him!

xxx

It would appear that Voldemort became quite horny after an academically breakthrough and could go on for hours in bed. Hermione didn't mind one bit. Instead she was silently wondering why she hadn't started to have sex earlier. It was so nice and pleasant and wonderful!

However, after her fifth orgasm in one evening, Hermione was ready to go to sleep. Luckily enough, Voldemort didn't last long either after his second one and just sank down in bed next to her. An exhausted sleep overtook them.

After what couldn't have been more than an hour sleep, Hermione woke up by someone shaking her.

"Lemealone…," she muttered, too tried to brush the hand away.

"Hermione! You have to wake up!"

That didn't sound like Voldemort. Forcing an eye open she saw Sirius standing over her. Suddenly she was wide awake.

"Sirius!" she shrieked and quickly covered herself with the blanket. "What…?"

Voldemort groaned next to her and woke up too. "Wasusay?"

Sirius threw them their clothes which had landed all over the room during the night. "Hurry and get dressed! We have to run before they find us!"

Hermione realised Sirius was very upset and very scared and quickly pulled on her dress. Next to her, Voldemort did the same thing.

"What have happened, Black?" he asked.

Sirius was trembling. "Remus died. I think it was accidental, but that doesn't matter. They will come after us and erase our memory of him if we stay."

That made Voldemort jump out of bed and gather all their things with a single wave of his hand. "We need to get Severus."

Sirius didn't look to happy about that. "We don't have much time…"

"I'm not leaving him behind!" Voldemort spat. "They will question him about our whereabouts and then they will come after us."

"Okay, but we need to hurry. Hermione?" Sirius looked at her. Hermione hadn't moved since she heard Remus died. It couldn't be true. Remus couldn't die. He was too nice to die! And just this morning they had made peace and he had said that he didn't hate her. He couldn't just die after that. It was impossible.

"Hermione!" Voldemort growled and pulled her up. "You can think about Lupin later. Now we need to go!"

They left the room and Hermione didn't quite see where they went.

"How do you know they will erase our memories?" Voldemort asked.

"It's what they do after something terrible have happened," Sirius explained. "Then they put it back a little at the time. That was what they did to me when I first came here. Made me feel at home first, then they gave me back the memories of what I had left behind." He sounded very bitter. "Not that it mattered so much, you can't Apparate from here and I didn't know how to leave the city. I hope you do."

"I think I do," Voldemort answered. They were at Snape's door now. It just took two minutes for Voldemort to get his Death Eater ready.

"I think we should try to leave the same way we came," Voldemort said. "If you see someone, stop them before they stop us."

He took Hermione's hand and dragged her along. She still felt as if this wasn't really happening, like it was all a dream. Yet somehow they managed to make it to the end of the city without meeting anyone. But as they started to walk up the mountain side, Aluga and two others suddenly appeared right in front of them.

Aluga opened her mouth to speak but Voldemort just growled and with a sweep of his hand he had pushed them off the path. Hermione winced as she heard them scream as they fell down the mountainside. Voldemort hurried them upwards.

As they got closer to the top, a freezing cold hit them. Voldemort surrounded them with a shield of warmness, but it didn't help much the higher up they came. But since they were now running for their lives, they had no choice but to continue.

"We should try to Apparate to the base now," Voldemort said when they saw the first snow. "Severus, take Black."

If Hermione hadn't realised how serious this was before, she fully understood it when Snape without any complains reached out and grabbed Sirius arm and Sirius just nodded to tell he was ready. In the next moment, Voldemort Apparated himself and Hermione away.

They landed in the same science base they had lived at before they found Atlantis. It seemed like years ago, even if it was just a week ago. It was blowing like mad outside. Hermione was shivering from the cold.

"We can't stay here," Voldemort said and let go of Hermione to start pacing back and forth. "No doubt will they come after us. You aren't supposed to leave Atlantis."

"Well, I want to head back to England," Sirius said. "I want to meet Harry again and…"

Voldemort lifted his hand and Sirius fell down on the ground, unconscious.

Snape looked very happy. "Can't we just leave him here to freeze to dead?"

"No, we can not!" Hermione said, her voice strangely high even in her own ears. "He just saved our lives! We can't kill him! Besides, we need to know that it's true! What if he was mistaken and Remus didn't die at all! We have too make sure…" She looked at Voldemort, silently begging him.

"I won't kill him, Hermione," Voldemort said mildly. "I just stunned him so we can plan in peace. I know he will do anything to get back to Potter and that doesn't bother me. What does trouble me is what he knows about Atlantis and about us. We have to do something about that. And I think I have a plan."

"Will you erase his memory?" she asked, trembling. "Just as they wanted to do?"

Voldemort made a grimace. "He knows about us, Hermione! Do you really want him to go back to Harry and tell him that his best friend is fucking the Dark Lord?"

Hermione moved slowly to one of the beds and sat down, pulling the blanket around herself. "Can't you just wake him up so we can ask about Remus? Please?"

Voldemort sighed and levitated Sirius to the bed next to Hermione before waking him up. Sirius sat up with a scowl. "What was that for?"

"Reflex," Voldemort just said. "Hermione is wondering if you are absolutely positive Lupin is dead."

Sirius turned to Hermione and his scowl changed to a depressed look. "I'm sorry, Hermione but I'm sure. I was there. He transformed and… well, you know how aggressive a werewolf can be. He attacked one of the people that were going to test him and this guard blew him away with magic and he…" Sirius stopped, gazing into the distant. When he continued to speak, he voice was trembling. "He hit first the wall, then the ground and… he turned back into a human."

At once, Hermione's brain provided her with what Sirius didn't want to speak out loud. A werewolf only turned back to a human during full moon if he was dead. Lycanthropy appeared to be some sort of super-bacteria and if the host died, the bacteria died and the werewolf would turn back to a human even if it was still a full moon.

"I knew what they would do," Sirius mumbled. "The only reason I managed to run away was because all of them went to look at Remus. And I didn't want to forget Harry again…"

Hermione lay down on the bed, her head feeling very empty and slow.

Voldemort came closer to them. "It was surprisingly kind of you to come and warn us, Black."

"I was just going after Hermione," Sirius answered coldly.

"Very well." Voldemort waved his hand again and Sirius sank down on the bed. "This way to work magic is very effective."

Hermione just stared at him as he started to pace again. She wished someone would talk again. Now when it was quiet she thought about Remus. But she didn't want to. Couldn't handle it now. Handle later.

"This is what we will do," Voldemort finally said and turned to Snape. "I'll erase Sirius memory about everything that has happened since he fell through that veil. We will place him at some strange place and you, Severus, will pretend to have found him. Then you'll bring him to the Order. Try to get back among them and if you can't, stay hidden for a little while longer."

"Will you go back to the others directly, my Lord?" Snape asked.

Voldemort cast an eye at Hermione. "Not at once. If you do meet some of the others, just tell them I'm still investigating and will be back after Christmas. You know most of them are just happy to be home over Christmas anyway. Now, gather our things. I want us to leave as soon as we can."

Snape went to gather the things and Voldemort sank down next to Hermione. "You should try to sleep, Hermione. We will fly to Argentina."

"You won't hurt Sirius, right?" she asked him with a small voice.

He shook his head. "But you have to understand that I can't let the Order know what I've been doing. It is either this, or Sirius will never be able to meet Harry again. What do you think he would want the most? Live with knowledge that makes him too dangerous for me to let go, or meet his godson?"

Hermione nibbled her lower lip. "Why not an unbreakable vow?"

"With this much information it would still be too risky."

Hermione sighed. She did understand, but that didn't mean she liked it. It just felt like such violation of a person's privet life. She didn't even like it when the Ministry did it with Muggles who had seen magic, but they still did, to protect their secrets. So Voldemort was just doing the same thing as them. Even if it wasn't right, he could do much worse things.

"Fine," she whispered.

He kissed her cheek. "Sleep now."

Surprisingly, she had no problem doing just that.

xxx

Aluga sat alone in the bath. The water of Atlantis was quickly healing her broken body. It wasn't the first time she had had every bone in her body broken, but it wasn't a feeling you became used to. It always hurt like hell. If Voldemort thought she would let him get away with this he was mistaken.

"Aluga?" It was Gallan. She didn't look happy at all.

"I'll go after them," Aluga said calmly.

Gallan became worried. "Are you sure? You haven't been up on the surface since…"

"I know," Aluga interrupted harshly.

Gallan sighed. "He is powerful for an outside wizard."

"You don't say," Aluga muttered and looked down at her bruised body under the water.

"He will be even more powerful when he realise he is changing," Gallan pointed out. "The water has only begun to change the real damage inside of him. Without the water it will take even longer, but he will still heal."

"He won't live long enough to notice," Aluga promised coldly.

Gallan placed a hand on her head and sighed. "I know you wanted him to be your pet-project for this century, but perhaps it would be better to just let time take him. If he manages to capture you and finds out our secrets…"

Aluga brushed the older woman's hand away. "That's all you ever cared about, cousin. Keeping the secret. Why don't you focus about breaking free like…"

"Aluga!" Gallan's voice was sharp. "You if anyone should know that there are no way to break free. The myth is a lie."

"Don't bother. I may not be as clever as you and the others, but I can still put two and two together," Aluga muttered. When she saw Gallan's angry look, she just snorted. "Leave me now. I need to gather my strength for the hunt."

Gallan sighed again but left the bathroom. Aluga pulled her knees up under her chin and plotted her journey.
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