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The Contract	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55312 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I'm so sorry, it took so long to update. My beta's computer broke down. Thankfully, Ankoku Dezaia managed to help me out! Thank you so much, darling! And now Lady-Gizzy have been able to go through this too! Whiii!

Review-answers!

Lyra Aphrodite Moon: See, this can be my birthday-present for you! But sorry, now, I don’t think Voldemort will ever learn how to love… it would take nothing short of a miracle for that!

Sjauthor; Yes… you’ll have to wait and see what happens to Harry. Perhaps she will save him, perhaps she won’t.

Cosette.x; Haha, yes, I do believe the Great Dark Lord can be hurt… He may not be a normal human, but he does have some emotion! Which we will learn more about in the coming chapters! Glad you like the story!

Heidi191976: Glad you like it, here is another chapter!

Chapter 17

Voldemort didn’t know why, but he continued to have intercourse with his wife every morning. Perhaps it was his way to remind his wife whom she belonged too. Or perhaps he was just being horny. Neither he, nor the girl complained about it.

January flew by quickly. He locked Potter into another prison cell and left him alone for the whole month. The boy hadn’t been well since the last questioning and Voldemort didn’t want to be too hard on him. He had more fun with a slow torture.

The girl didn’t have any breakthrough with the Cups. Voldemort got the feeling she was working on something else, however, he didn’t bring it up. She would pay if she did something stupid, not that he thought she would. Especially since the baby wasn’t born. She was getting very large and she was always complaining about her back, feet, breasts or some other body part. Perhaps he was just fucking her so she would shut up.

At the beginning of February, Voldemort came back to the room very late. He went straight to the shower even if it was the middle of the night. He and his Death Eater’s had a very busy night in China. They were trying to win popularity in other parts of the world, and they found it in Asia. Not from the rulers though. They didn’t want to let go of their power for some reason. Nevertheless, Voldemort was quite good at convincing people to carry out his wishes. It was all about finding their weaknesses.

Who would have known that the Magical Emperor of China’s weakness was his kittens? Voldemort chuckled as he washed himself clean. That was another thought; who would have known cats could be such a big mess?

A couple of minutes later, he crawled into bed next to his wife. She sighed and turned her head toward him, still asleep. She looked very young while she was sleeping. Too young to be married, especially to someone like him. If he had any compassion, he would feel sorry for her. With that thought, he fell asleep, not knowing how much he would feel sorry for himself in just a couple of hours.

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“Voldemort!”

He groaned and didn’t open his eyes. Was it so wrong to get a couple of hours sleep?

“Please wake up.”

Was the girl sobbing? Why was she sobbing? He opened his eyes.

“Voldemort, I’m not feeling well.” Her eyes were filled with tears and she pressed her hand against her stomach. “There is something wrong with the baby!”

He sat up and pulled down her blanket. It looked like she had peed herself… however, as far as he knew, women didn’t pee blood.

“I’ll get a Healer,” he said and flew up from the bed. A couple of seconds later, he was dressed with his wand in his hand.

“No! Don’t leave me!” she begged.

He hesitated, then sent out a message to Snape’s Mark. He went to sit down next to the bed again. The girl took his hand and clenched it in hers. He made a grimace and patted her hand.

“There, there, I have called for help,” he said, trying to comfort her. She didn’t look very comforted.

Thankfully, Severus showed up just a moment later. “Master?” He bowed.

“There is something wrong with her.” he simply said to Severus.

The Potions Master looked at the girl, seeming to be quite uncomfortable. “Hmm… I’m not a Healer, but I will bring you one. Perhaps you should keep her dry and warm?” Snape suggested and then disappeared through the door.

Voldemort released his hand from her grip and waved his wand over her, making the blood disappear. Then he placed the blanket over her again and stroked her hair. “I do take care of you, my wife.”

Hermione just closed her eyes and sobbed. Sighing, he counted the seconds until Severus was back. He was still tired and quite nauseous from before and on top of that, he hated not knowing what to do. Thankfully, Severus came back quickly and had brought that Dutch Healer. Relieved, Voldemort got away from his wife and let the Healer take his place. Now she could get her hand squeezed instead.

“This is not my area of expertise,” she said seriously when she flicked her wand over the girl. “My guess is that the baby wants to get out. You should take her to a Healer who knows more about birth.”

Voldemort sighed and turned toward Severus. “Do we have any other Healers?”

“We do. However, I don’t think they know more about births. I brought her because she is a woman.” Severus answered.

He noticed how the Healer rolled her eyes, but ignored it. “Well, I can’t take her to St. Mungos.”

“Perhaps another country?” Snape suggested.

“She shouldn’t travel that far in her condition,” the Healer quickly said.

Voldemort choose to ignore her again. A headache was building up and he knew it was because the girl was not feeling well. He had to do something. He couldn’t let any of his Death Eaters go with her, they wouldn’t be able to take care of her, and he couldn’t go himself. He went over to his wife again. She had finally stopped crying and seemed to be focusing on her breathing.

“You need to get to St. Mungos,” he said matter-of-factly. “But you can’t go alone.”

“Can’t you fetch Remus?” she asked, trying not to cry. She looked so small and helpless. Her face was white against the dark sheets and she was sweating. Her hair had seen much better days.

He sighed. Could he run to the werewolf for help again? Well, there was a small chance that people would think Lupin was working for him. Why else would he bring the Dark Lord’s wife to the hospital? Ah, spreading rumours was always fun.

“Fine, I’ll fetch the werewolf.” He stood and quickly hurried to the nearest Apparation point.

First, he went to the werewolf’s house. It was a small cottage with just a couple of rooms. Voldemort went around it in the overgrown garden and looked into the windows, but no one seemed to be home. He Apparated to one of the hiding places Potter had told him about. He didn’t found anyone. After about half an hour, he was getting quite desperate. He Apparated to one final place and his luck was made. Well, sort of.

Lupin and three other Order members were sitting in a small coffee house in a Muggle town. Potter had said they used to go here for some meetings when they wanted to avoid other wizards. Voldemort recognised Lupin, Dumbledore and Shacklebolt, not the witch. He smiled when he realised this were the leaders of the Order. Now if the other leaders would start to doubt the werewolf’s alliances, everything would be just fine.

Except for the part that he was going to be a father. He sighed and transfigured his robes into Muggle clothes and changed his appearance. He had to say that he managed better than the wizards. Lupin, Shacklebolt and the woman could be mistaken for Muggles, not the old Headmaster. Dumbledore was wearing some sort of blue and white tunica over bright yellow trousers. On top of his head, he had a blue and yellow sunhat. Voldemort sighed and ordered a cup of coffee. He didn’t usually drink coffee, nevertheless, he had a feeling he would need the boost.

With the cup in his hand, he made his way to their table. He pulled out a chair from another table and squeezed in between the werewolf and the Auror.

“Hi,” he said and took a sip form his coffee.

The four looked at him with quite puzzled eyes. He could see that three of them were wondering who he was. The fourth was only wondering what he was doing there. The fourth was Dumbledore and Voldemort knew what he was thinking, because he spoke aloud.

“What are you doing here?”

“Drinking coffee.” Voldemort answered nonchalantly and took another sip. He could see that all four had their hands on their wands. He didn’t bother, he knew they wouldn’t hurt him once he told them about his wife.

“What kind of game are you playing Tom?” Dumbledore asked in a suspicious tone. The other three understood who he was and gasped. Voldemort smirked into his cup, he always loved to cause a scene.

“Game, Albus? There is no game. This is a matter of life or death. For my wife.”

“What have you done to Hermione?” Lupin asked and aimed his wand toward Voldemort.

“Nothing. Well, I did knock her up, and now it seems to be a problem. However, I do care very much for my wife.” That was a lie, but appearing to be a loving husband and father was a part of his new plan to gain more followers. “The problem is that I can’t really show myself in a hospital. Neither can my Death Eaters. However, my wife is so awfully fond of Lupin, so I figured he would be more than happy to accompany her.”

Lupin rose. “Of course I will.”

“Wait, Remus,” Shacklebolt said. “How do we know that this isn’t a trap?”

“You don’t.” Voldemort said with a smirk and took a final sip from his cup before he put it down on the table. “However, I’ll be more than happy to tell my wife that her friends don’t care about her anymore.”

“Give me an oath that this isn’t a trick and then I’ll come,” Lupin growled.

Voldemort shrugged and gave him the oath before he rose from the table. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” He bowed teasingly and was about to go when Dumbledore stopped him.

“I would like to have a meeting with you, Tom.”

Voldemort arched his eyebrows. “What can we possibly have to discuss, Albus?”

“A thing or two. I promise you that it isn’t a trap.”

Voldemort tilted his head curiously. “I’ll send you an owl.”

He and Lupin left. Voldemort hoped Dumbledore hadn’t noticed the recorder he had put on the table when he had left his cup. It would be very interesting to know who that lady was. Although he didn’t have time to look into it now.

It took them fifteen minutes to get back to Voldemort’s headquarters. The Healer told him that the girl was having contractions every twenty minutes and that they needed to get her to a Healer quickly. Voldemort gave Lupin a magical walky-talky so he would be able to know what was going on. Just to tease the werewolf, he kissed his wife before he let the other man take her away. Then he threw out the other two and sank down on the bed. Finally, he was able to sleep again!

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Hermione was more than happy to see Remus, but she was in too much pain to show it. All that kept her sane was the thought of castrating Voldemort once the baby was born. She would not give him any pain-killers, and she would use a blunt knife. Hopefully, he would get an infection.

When she arrived to the hospital, she was immediately shipped to the emergency area. The Healers asked Remus all questions (which month she was in, if she was allergic, what Healer they had seen before…). Remus tried to answer even if he didn’t know half of the things. An annoyed Healer asked what kind of husband he was, and Remus truthfully said that he wasn’t the father at all.

“Where is the father, then?” the Healer asked. She and another Healer were examining Hermione who was lying on some sort of bed. They had given her a hospital gown, but Hermione didn’t really care if she was dressed or not. She just wanted the damn baby out from her body!

“He is… unavailable at the moment,” Remus answered, holding Hermione’s hand.

The Healer sighed and wrote something on a note board. “Well, it seems like some curse has started the process earlier than expected. Have you been near any Dark objects the last month?”

“You mean my husband?” Hermione snorted. “Or our library? Or my new pet, Besch the serpent?”

The Healer blinked at her, then looked at Remus for an explanation.

“Hmm… her husband is a known Dark wizard. She was married to him against her will,” Remus explained lamely.

The Healer’s eyes narrowed. “Are you joking?”

Remus sighed. “I’m afraid not.”

“Well, then we have to do a Cleansing. Have you no idea how dangerous Dark Arts are for a pregnant woman?”The question was aimed toward Hermione.

“Of course I do, but my husband doesn’t care about it!” she hissed. She was in far too much pain to be nice.

The Healers forced Remus to leave, despite Hermione’s protest, and then left to fetch some equipment. Hermione lay there for a moment, staring at the yellowish walls and waited for them to come back. When she saw Voldemort again, she would kick him. Hard.

A couple of minutes later, the healers came back. Now they were dressed in some kind of purple protecting-robe. They wore masks over their faces as well.

One of the Healers squeezed her shoulder. “This will be a bit unpleasant. We have to make sure nothing more happens to you or the baby.” She then aimed her wand at Hermione.

She felt a very unpleasant sensation, like she was dropped into cold water and then dragged out of her skin. Closing her eyes she moaned and noticed that she couldn’t hear her own voice. A moment later, it was all over. Except for the contractions which kept coming more and more often. She felt dizzy. Someone then touched her vagina, but not in a sexual way. It was then she heard them say she was ready to give birth. Oh, Merlin.

For the next couple of hours, she cried, screamed and pushed. The Healers gave her water and potions against the pain. Hermione started to wonder if it would ever end. And then…

“I can see the head!” a Healer said. “Just one more push…”

Emptiness. She could feel the baby leave her womb and come out in the world. She cried, but she didn’t know if it was because of pain or relief. Another cry mixed with hers, the cry of a small baby. Hermione could feel her heart speed up. Oh, sweet Merlin, she had had a little person inside of her. How did that happen? She could feel her eyelashes grow heavy. Then there was nothing.

When Hermione woke up again, she was clean and Remus was sitting next to her. He smiled when he saw her waking up.

“Hi,” he said and squeezed her hand gently. “How are you feeling?”

“Dizzy,” she mumbled. The room was spinning and she had a sticky stench in her nose. It smelled… clean. Too clean. It took her a moment to realise that she was the one who smelled. They must have washed her face with some anti-bacterial soap. “How is the baby?”

“He is just fine. The Healers are doing an examination. So far, everything seems to be fine. You’ll have him in no time,” he assured her.

“He?” Hermione asked. “A boy?”

“Yes, a very small boy. He was born almost two months too early. Mrs. Cabozki, your Healer, said that they will give him a nurturing potion you can feed him the first couple of months. Besides the breast milk, of course.”

“Of course,” Hermione yawned. This seemed very unreal. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Not long, an hour tops. You should try to get some more sleep. They will wake you when they come with the baby.”

Hermione yawned again and nodded. Yes, that sounded reasonable. Sleep…

A Healer woke her up next time. She seemed to be middle-aged. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail and she had wrinkles around her eyes. Hermione thought she had been one of the Healers who had helped her deliver the baby, although she wasn’t sure. All those pain-potions made her brain a bit shaky. The Healer held up a small blanket and gave it to Hermione.

“This is your son,” she said in a friendly voice. “He is perfectly healthy. One of his ears is a bit bigger than the other at the moment, however, I’m sure they will have the same size soon enough. He has been exposed to a lot of Dark Arts, so there may be some… mental complications when he grows older, but with love, I’m sure he will be alright.”

Hermione frowned. Mental complication? Like the ones Voldemort had? Her worries were washed away when she looked down at the baby. She was mesmerized by the small face inside the green blanket. How could he be so little? He was asleep, but when Hermione opened the blanket a little, his hand closed around her finger and he opened his eyes. Big pale-grey eyes looked into hers. They were about to darken already and Hermione was sure the baby would have her eye-colour when he grew up. The baby yawned and Hermione couldn’t help it, she fell madly in love with the child.

The child began to scream.

“What did I do wrong?” Hermione asked, alarmed.

Mrs. Cabozki gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, he is probably just hungry. Put him to your breast and we’ll see if he wants it. Sometimes it takes a couple of tries, so don’t worry if he won’t take it directly.”

Hermione simply nodded and unbuttoned the front of her gown. The baby let out a tiny whimper when she pulled down his blanket so he could reach her left breast. Thankfully, the baby grabbed the breast immediately and began to suck. Hermione made a grimace. Her son was as hard-mouthed as his father. However, even if the child sucked, no milk appeared.

“Hmm… It may take some time before your body starts to produce milk. Don’t worry; I’ll give you a bottle.” The Healer left to find some milk.

Hermione sighed and looked down at her little boy who had begun to scream again. “Don’t worry, you’ll have food soon,” she told him.

The baby kept screaming. Mrs. Cabozki came back with a bottle, and with Remus. She gave Hermione the bottle and instructed her how she would feed her son. Hermione felt very clumsy even if the Healer assured her that she was doing just fine. After a while, the little boy drank most of the bottle. The Healer showed her what she should do to burp him and then left to take care of something else.

“This feels silly,” Hermione admitted.

“You seem to do just fine,” Remus assured her and stroked her cheek. Hermione smiled at him.

Remus pulled back and cleared his throat. “I spoke with you husband.”

Hermione’s smile disappeared. “Oh? And what did he say?”

“He was glad that everything had gone well and… he wants you to get the Healers to release you so he can find a private Healer for the two of you.” Remus seemed uncomfortable.

“Then you can tell him that I won’t go home until we have a real home. A home where my son and I can wander around without meeting any Death Eaters!”

Remus seemed to be a bit taken aback by her temper. She didn’t care. Her worry about the “mental complications” came back again. She would not have her son raised around Death Eaters if there was any possibility that he would become like Voldemort. She just wouldn’t allow it.

Her thought were interrupted by something wet on her shoulder. The child had burped all over her. Remus helped her clean it up and then the Healer came back with some food and told Remus that he had to leave for the night. The sleeping boy was put away in a small bed at the end of Hermione’s. The Healer also helped Hermione use the bathroom and to walk around a little.

“I don’t understand why my stomach is hurting,” Hermione said when they got back to the bed. Her stomach began to hurt while they had been walking around.

“Well, the child wasn’t due for another two months… the curse that made it come earlier affected you as well. Do you have any idea what kind of curse it was?” the Healer asked.

Hermione shook her head. “I thought you did a Cleansing.”

“Yes, we stopped the Dark Magic from spreading, but we couldn’t heal what the curse had already damaged because we don’t know what it is.”

Hermione sighed and tried to pull up the blanket. Even if her stomach had almost disappeared, she still wasn’t very supple. “I’ll talk to my husband about it.”

The Healer helped her with the blanket. “I… I looked in you file and I assume that the father is your husband?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, I haven’t heard about a Tom Riddle, and your friend indicated that he was… a wanted criminal?” the Healer asked carefully.

“Yes he is. I’m not.”

“No, I didn’t mean that,” the Healer quickly assured. “It’s just that… I have never heard of a criminal named Tom Riddle.”

Hermione sighed and lay down against the pillow. “Have you heard about You-Know-Who?”

The woman’s eyes widened. “Of course I have!”

“Well, do you really think that is his birth name?” she closed her eyes and she could hear the woman gasp and hurry away. She couldn’t resist smirking. Voldemort was indeed bad influence on her, it was quite fun to cause a scene.

This time, she must have slept for four or five hours, because when she woke up, it was dark outside. What woke her up were small cries coming from her baby. However, they didn’t come from the end of the bed. She opened her eyes and turned her head toward her right. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. The moon, not full, but it would be in just a couple of days, shone into the room through the small window and lit up half the face of the person sitting on the chair next to her. He was dressed in a soft black robe and his skin seemed to be made of the whitest marble. The only colour was his eyes which burned in a deep red under the perfect eyebrows. Voldemort looked like an angel of death where he sat, slowly rocking his son back and forth.

“He is perfect,” Voldemort said in a slow low voice. “Your eyes and my hair.”

“Give him to me,” she said and held out her arms.

“Your werewolf friend said that you wouldn’t come back home before I had got us a new place to live,” he continued, pretending not to hear her.

“Give him to me,” she demanded her voice higher than before.

“However, you will come back with me, Hermione.” Her name was spoken with such intensity that she shuddered. “Not only do you have to obey my every wish, but now you have to think of the welfare of your son. Our son…”

“If you hurt one hair…”

“Hurt him?” he let out a surprised laugh. “Why in Salazar’s name would I hurt him? This boy gives me so many opportunities. The press will love this, The Dark Lord as a father. Of course they will laugh at first, but then… then they will start thinking... thinking about that perhaps I will be good for this country. I mean, I have a child, I can’t be all that bad.”

Hermione could feel the terror creeping up in her stomach. “But then… your old minions won’t respect you anymore. They will leave you…”

He laughed again. “My dear, sweet Hermione. I reassured them about my power a long time ago. They know what I’m capable of. They won’t go against me.” He stood up with the child. “Neither will you. Because if you do…” He kissed the top of his son’s head. “Let’s just say that I know a place or two where he will grow up to a perfect little boy… without his mummy.” He put the baby back in the small bed again, pulled his chair closer to the bed and sat down.

Hermione was shocked. “You can’t…”

“I can. Now, be a good little wife and tell the nice Healers that you want to go home immediately. I will have someone here around noon to pick you up.” He bent down to kiss her. She turned her head away. He sighed. “Don’t be like that, dear. I’m only doing what I think is best.”

“Best for you, you mean.” she hissed, not looking at him.

“Of course. Now, give your husband a kiss.”

She refused to turn her head. He bent over her and kissed her anyway. A very hard kiss with his teeth in her lower lip. She didn’t move. He got up and left without another word. Hermione cried herself to sleep.
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