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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
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Chapter 17
Life was pretty good for Hermione Granger.
Sure, she was still forced to live – and share beds with – a man she hated and innocent people were being killed, tortured and imprisoned every day. But she was doing everything in her power to stop these acts and that felt good.
The best part was: she didn’t actually have to work hard to do it. She simply allowed Hogwarts’s rumour mill to run its course and ensured the students received a good education. It was the most relaxing work she had experienced in years!
Seeing an end in sight also made living with Voldemort bearable. She didn’t bother trying to argue with him about anything, and things went pretty smoothly between them. She only really saw him before bedtime and when she woke up in the morning.
However, the thing that made Hermione’s life the best was Kara.
Sharing such an intimate bond with another creature was better than anything she had ever experienced. She never had to feel like she was carrying her burden alone anymore because Kara was always there to support her. She never felt lonely anymore since Kara was always in the back of her mind and, if she needed, a few stairs down.
The longer they knew each other, the more complex conversations they could have together. Hermione enjoyed his company more so than with most humans. It was a pure form of love, and she knew without a doubt that Kara loved her just as much. It was such a wonderful feeling.
She wondered if Voldemort felt the same way for his dragons. Had the bond changed him so that he could now experience love? She didn’t know. It had restored his soul after all.
Not that it mattered much. Even if he could feel love, he still chose to murder and torture people into compliance. No feelings could excuse that.
She did feel slightly sorry for his dragons. It was clear that Voldemort’s nature affected them. Kara told her how the twins tried to befriend him. However, their actions were not out of curiosity nor kindness. They were operating under Voldemort’s orders. On several occasions, they had tried to manipulate him into playing with them. Thankfully, Kara was an older dragon with enough experience to see through their attempts.
Hermione did not look forward to when they were older and Voldemort had taught them more of his manipulative tricks.
A month had passed since Hermione had directed McGonagall to start spreading rumours about Voldemort. She was starting to wonder if it wasn’t time to kick it up a notch.
It was now time for their second Hogsmeade outing and thus, her obligatory kiss. It would help their cause immensely if she could manipulate him into kissing her in public. She needed him to think that it was his idea. That by kissing her he would demonstrate that she was under his control. However, if she seemed too eager to kiss him in public, he would become suspicious.
“It’s a Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow,” she finally remarked Friday night. Her statement interrupting over an hour of silence.They had been sitting and reading their respective books in front of the fire.
Voldemort glanced at her over the edge of his book, seemingly amused. “Indeed.”
Hermione licked her lip nervously. “I have to get up early. I’m one of the chaperones.”
“Is that so?” he purred.
“Yes. So I was thinking…,” Hermione hesitated. If this didn’t work, she would have to try something drastic tomorrow. “Perhaps we should just get that kiss over with now?”
She sat stiffly as she waited for his answer. She hoped the reverse psychology would work. If she wanted it now, then maybe he would insist on doing it tomorrow.
“Eager, are we?” he teased, his smile widening.
She blushed. Truth be told? Yes, part of her wasn’t just asking as a mean to trick him. She continued to justify her actions as for the greater good. Yet the reality was, she desired to do quite more than just kiss him. Her lustful dreams hadn’t stopped.
“It’s the potion. I just don’t want to have to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow and be all … riled up,” she justified in a low voice.
“Perhaps I should join you in Hogsmeade, then,” he chimed in .
Hermione could hardly believe her luck. Had she really managed to trick him?
“Don’t you have more important things to do?” she asked slowly, desperate to not appear too eager.
“I do, but it’s also important for me to watch you squirm,” he admitted, looking as pleased as a cat who had caught a mouse. “I can easily postpone my work for that.”
Hermione looked down at her book again, fearful that any further remarks may make him change his mind. Should she say something? Protest more?
No, she had him where she wanted him now It was best to not oversell it.
Hermione! Kara’s voice boomed in her head.
Hermione flew up from her seat. What’s happening?
There is another dragon approaching and she is angry! Kara warned her.
Before running towards the window, she saw that Voldemort was watching her suspiciously.
“Kara says there’s an angry dragon closing in on Hogwarts,” Hermione quickly explained.
Can you fly up to my bedroom window? she asked Kara silently.
I’m already here, Kara advised her.
Hermione smiled as she opened the window next to her bed. It was a good thing they were able to read each other’s minds.
Just a few months ago, Hermione would have been terrified by what she was about to do. Kara was waiting by the window as Hermione crawled through and onto his back. She was at least fifty meters up in the air. It seemed being with Kara had completely erased her fear of flying.
“Where is this dragon coming from?” Hermione audibly asked Kara.
Though, she needn’t have bothered. Soaring over the Forbidden Forest, a huge crystal blue dragon was approaching fast. It was roaring, and spewing out flames. Trees was catching fire and illuminating the otherwise darkening sky.
Voldemort’s dragons were nowhere to be seen. There was no time to wonder about this. For mere seconds later, the incoming dragon (that must be the same species as the twins), would reach Hogwarts.
“See if you can talk to it,” Hermione advised Kara as they flew closer to the intruder. She had already thrown up a shield around them.
Hermione had never seen such a big dragon before! It must be at least twice as big as Kara. Even the dragons in the Triwizard Tournament seemed small in comparison.
She is the lead Mother of her herd and she thinks we stole some of her young, Kara translated. She wants them back.
Hermione groaned. Of course Voldemort would make enemies in the dragon world as well. Typical.
“Can you tell her about the bond?” she asked.
In Kara’s mind, Hermione could feel that this action didn’t do anything to calm the dragon. If anything, she became even angrier. Her herd was free from the influence of any wizards and she didn’t want her young controlled by them.
The dragon opened fire at them. Hermione made herself as small as possible on Kara’s back as he flew away from the flames.
“Where are the twin dragons?” Hermione asked.
They are hiding from the Mother, Kara answered. Cowards.
“Tell her that I’ll take her to her young if she stops firing,” Hermione said.
They had to be hiding in the Chambers of Secrets. Unless Voldemort had known this dragon was coming and hid them somewhere else.
Kara’s message must have gone through because the other dragon temporarily stopped.
“Take me back to my window,” Hermione said.
Voldemort was already standing by the open bedroom window, a scowl on his face.
“She wants her children back,” Hermione informed him, still sitting on Kara’s back. “And I think she’ll tear down the castle to find them.”
“Yes, I know, my dragons have informed me,” Voldemort said with a scowl. “They don’t wish to return.”
“Well, ask them to come out and tell her that!” Hermione ordered.
Voldemort’s scowl deepened. She realised that he didn’t like her ordering him around. However, this was important. She would not stand by and let the dragon start killing students or destroying the school.
“They are on their way up,” Voldemort said after a moment of what looked to be an intense mental debate.
When the big dragon saw her young come from underneath the lake, she flew at them in a long-winded roar.
“What are they saying?” Hermione asked Kara.
Instead of translating word by word, Kara opened his mind and let Hermione follow the conversation through his eyes and ears.
Elva and Tolv were scared, but also resolved in staying.
“We like it here,” Elva whined. “We learn new things!”
The older dragon didn’t communicate in words like Hermione’s and Voldemort’s dragons had learned, but rather in ideas and senses. She did not approve of her young being domesticated and she declared that they had a duty to their herd before anything else.
“We aren’t cattle,” Tolv objected. “We are bonded!”
Their mother did not approve of wizards using magic to bind other creatures to them without their permission. Wizards always used other creatures for their own gain!
Hermione had to agree with her there. Even though her relationship with Kara wasn’t that of master and subject, almost all other wizards saw themselves as better than dragons.
Hermione didn’t see that Voldemort had made his way out on the grounds beneath them. She did, however, notice the gold-shimmering lightning that struck the Mother dragon. Nothing could prevent her from hearing the scream the dragon let out before she started falling towards the ground.
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In a dragon herd, there was one dragon that was rarely seen: the Mother Dragon. She was the protector of the herd and as long as the Mother existed, so did the herd. And vice versa.
It was ancient magic that not even the Dragon Chronicles fully explained. The authors had hardly thought it was real. Just a way for dragons to explain their family dynamics.
Voldemort, however, was a far better wizard than them. He understood the implications of what the text only hinted at.
The Mother Dragon was immortal. True, it was tied to the survival of her herd, but dragons could procreate. If he took over the ancient magic of the Mother Dragon, then he would be immortal. He would take care of his herd alright. He would become their Secret Keeper, and then, as an extra measure, he would hide his soul in Hermione. That way no one could ever know where the herd was for as long as Hermione lived. She wouldn’t even be aware of it, so she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone either. He also couldn’t tell anyone once his soul was hidden in hers.
It was a situation that shouldn’t be possible, but Voldemort was going to make it possible.
He had worked on the spell to capture the magic of the Mother Dragon for months. He had done experiments with Tolv and Elva to make sure it could work. Now, finally, it was time to do it for real.
He spoke the incantation and directed his entire being towards the great dragon in the sky.
The scream tore through his very bones, but he held the essence of the dragon steady as she tried to resist being infused into his body, mind and soul. Voldemort clenched his fists and jaw as he felt the fire of the dragon’s life force inside his chest. The infusion would be successful. He had the stronger willpower.
Just as with the bonding of Tolv and Elva, he lost all sense of time and space. All he could see was the fire. All he could hear was the roaring flames as they licked away consuming the world.
A lesser man would have grown insane in the fire, lost himself to the inferno and just become part of it. However, Voldemort knew beyond a doubt who he was and his place in the world. He was the ruler. He was the power. He was forever.
Finally, he was able to inhale again. Fire was burning his lungs. But it didn’t matter, for he was the fire. He exhaled, his breath lighting the air with a stream of fire
Mother, he heard. Smaller creatures were calling out to him.
Mother.
It was like a small whine. There was a child, frightened of the darkness of the night, searching for the comfort. The light of a mother.
He opened his eyes.
Tolv, Elva and Hermione were staring down at him. Tolv and Elva looked worried, but Hermione seemed to be angry. Well, that was to be expected. She didn’t approve of killing.
“What did you do?” she shrilled, accusingly.
Voldemort wanted to answer. But then, he heard a loud cry shriek right into his ear. He flinched, turning his head to silence the culprit. Any reprimand died away as he couldn’t see anything.
“What was that?” He growled. He had a headache the size of Hogwarts itself.
“What was what?” Hermione asked.
More crying.
“That,” Voldemort growled, making a gesture to his left.
Hermione looked in the direction. “There is nothing there.”
You are mother now, Elva said, awe in her voice.
Voldemort cursed. Right. He had his herd in his head now. He hadn’t thought it would be so literal. He would have to go to take care of them, and make sure they didn’t annoy him all the time.
“I have to go and take care of the herd,” Voldemort told Hermione. “Don’t you dare try anything while I’m gone. I have the power of a Mother Dragon now.”
With that, he ordered Told and Elva to join him, and set off into the sky.
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