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The Danger of Pretending to be Someone Else	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 17007 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hello again! Time for a new chapter! I’m so excited that so many seem to like this story! Wiiih!

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Chapter 1 – Pardon me for rescuing you

Voldemort woke up when he felt people entering his room. Unfortunately he was still tired and didn’t sense the danger until he was already tied and wandless. Before he managed to do anything he had been transported down to the dungeons by a House-Elf.

What the hell was going on? Voldemort tried to break free from the bonds, but they were one of those special goblin made chains which made it impossible to use magic. Only the richest Death Eaters had them. Had they overthrown him? Why? Sure, Lucius had always been eager to be at the top, but he was also very frightened of the Dark Lord. What had changed? Shouldn’t he have noticed? It had to be something drastic…

The metal door to his cell opened and Bella and Lucius entered. Voldemort frowned and was about to ask what was going on when Bella kicked him hard on the chest.

“Where is the real Dark Lord?” she shrieked and kicked him again. “We know that you, Snape, and that Mudblood did something to him during that ‘ritual’. Didn’t you think we would find out? Didn’t you think we would see that you aren’t our real Lord?”

Oh, so that was what this was about. Bella thought he was an imposter because he said Granger’s name in the bed. It would have been funny if her kicks weren’t so hard.

“I am the real Dark Lord,” he hissed, feeling his anger rising. “And I’m going to punish both of you severely once I get out from here.”

That at least made Bella a bit doubtful. Lucius however seemed to enjoy this far too much to let the truth be told.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lucius huffed. “Everyone knows that the Dark Lord can’t be hurt. Don’t let him fool you Bella, I’ll show you.” With that he flicked his wand and broke Voldemort’s leg.

Voldemort let out a gasp of pain. Bella took that as proof of what Lucius told her was true and gladly helped her brother-in-law with the torture. As he got crucioed, broken and smacked around, Voldemort thought about the irony that this wouldn’t have happened if he had shown weakness before. However, if he had shown weakness, he wouldn’t have stayed the Dark Lord for so long.

After three hours, they left him alone in a bloody pile on the floor. Lucius had removed the magical chains and put on ordinary ones instead. The problem with magical chains was that it drained the power of the guard for as long as it was actively keeping someone bound. Not that Voldemort had the power to use magic now. All his powers were on staying alive. Bella had been extra aggressive when he had said he was the Dark Lord. When he asked them to use a truth potion on him, Lucius only laughed and said that if Severus was in on it, he was probably immune against it. Voldemort knew Lucius only said it because he wanted it to be so. Lucius probably thought it was his time to shine now by becoming the new Dark Lord.

Voldemort would kill them all once he got out from here. However, that would probably prove to be hard. Who would help him if all his Death Eaters thought he was an imposter?

Hm… why not ask the person who had got him into this mess to begin with? He closed his eyes and sensed her at the back of his head. She had been trying to get in for two hours now, probably sensing him being tortured.

“Granger?” he asked mentally.

“What? How do you do that? I have such a headache, what is happening to you? I think I‘m going to vomit. Are you hurt? Yes, of course you are, I can feel that. Why do I care that you are hurt, I’m glad you are. You are a horrible person. But why do I have to feel it as well? It isn’t fair …”

“Control yourself, woman!” he ordered her. “Keep your own thoughts to yourself and just focus on what you want me to know.”

“Oh, okay, sorry. I haven’t done this before.” The rest of her thoughts were still there, but in the background. He would have to do with that.

“What happened to you?” she wondered.

“The Death Eaters think I’m an imposter. They tortured me. I think they will kill me if I don’t get out from here soon. You have to help me!”

When she managed to keep her thoughts to herself, he realised that she had been practising on her Occlumency. However, if he had tried, he would probably have been able to hear her thoughts anyway. Lucky for her, he was way too tired to try.

“Why would I help you?” she finally asked.

“Isn’t it what you do? Besides, it will be very painful for you if they kill me, you may even die.” Okay, that could be a lie. He didn’t read anything about what happened if one of the persons sharing the bond died. Perhaps nothing would happen at all. Although he guessed that the Death Eaters wouldn’t let him go easily and that would be very painful for Granger as well.

“I have to think about it. Leave me alone for a while.” With that she put up her Occlumency shield. Voldemort felt stunned. He didn’t think it would be hard to convince Granger that she needed to save him! Sure, he had tried to kill all her friends and had held her kidnapped for a couple of days, but still.

However, before he had time to try to sway her into helping him, the cell door opened again and some new Death Eaters entered. He knew them well enough not to expect tea and cookies.

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Hermione hugged the tea mug in her hands where she sat alone at the kitchen table. Voldemort was being tortured again, she could feel it. It made her feel sick and sad. She didn’t think that anyone deserved being tortured. Although, Voldemort himself tortured a great deal of people and most would think it wasn’t more than right that he was now being hurt. However, Hermione’s mother had always told her that you couldn’t think like that because then you would be just as bad as them.

Then again, Voldemort was like the devil. Who would she help by saving him? Well, except herself. If he wasn’t in pain, she wouldn’t be. Her head felt like it was about to explode. Now she knew how he had managed to find her when she had left the club that night. She knew that if she tried to Apparate now she would immediately get to his side.

Merlin she couldn’t take this! She had to save him.

Before she had time to change her mind, she Apparated. She landed next to a bleeding body. When she looked up she saw three men standing in black robes. She recognised one of them as Lucius Malfoy. Before anyone had time to react, she grabbed Voldemort’s wrist and Apparated back to Grimmauld Place. The whole procedure didn’t take more than one minute and yet she felt like she had just run a marathon. Her heart was racing!

Voldemort had fallen down on the floor and was shaking, probably because of the hexes and curses they had cast on him. Hermione levitated him with her wand into the bigger bathroom. He was bleeding and would most likely throw up. She didn’t wish to clean the bed over and over again all night. Besides, all the potions were in the bathroom. The first one she gave him was a cramp reducing and after ten horrible minutes, where Hermione received her fair share of kicks, he finally stop shaking. After another five minutes, she gave him a pain-killer potion and a potion that would start to mend his broken bones.

As she worked with him, she refused to feel how scared she really was. She even managed to forget who he actually was. All she saw was another assignment. Only once did she think about just ending his life, but found it impossible to speak the two words that would do it. She realised she would regret it her whole life if she did it. When he was better, he could be put in front of a judge and get a life long sentence in Azkaban.

She had brought him there early in the evening and was very surprised when she realised it was midnight. Voldemort had fallen asleep in the bathtub and Hermione was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the man she had saved. His face was so pale under the bruises and his black hair lay lifeless around his face. He sometimes groaned in his sleep, but Hermione had looked three times to see if he had any internal injuries and she hadn’t found any she hadn’t been able to fix.

The worst seem to be over. Or at least when it came to his injuries. There was still the matter of how she would tell the others that she had helped him escape. Dumbledore and Remus may understand, but the others would be furious. How could she explain and not make them hate her?

Now when she sat down she realised how tired she really was. Her head was spinning and she felt drained of all power. She was hungry and thirsty as well, but she didn’t want the House-Elf to come and see Voldemort. Oh, Merlin, the House-Elf! She reported back to Dumbledore! What if she had already told the Headmaster that Hermione had brought a man home with her? Of course, Dumbledore would not guess who it was, but maybe they would come back to see that she was okay? She didn’t count on knowing solely that Remus would come over the next afternoon.

“I can hear you, you know,” came a low and broken voice from the bathtub. She looked up and saw Voldemort staring at her. He looked very tired, but much better than when she had first brought him here. “And I just want to let you know that if…” He started to cough. Hermione stood and fetched him a glass of water.

“Are you going to threaten me now? What a way to thank your saviour,” Hermione said bitterly as he drank. Well, what did she expect? Voldemort wasn’t called the Dark Lord because he used to give flowers to old ladies.

“I won’t go to prison,” Voldemort finally said with his head resting against the wall. “Besides, nothing short of a Dementor’s Kiss will keep me, and I think I know what your opinion on that is.”

Hermione made a grimace. “No, I don’t like them. But only one has managed to break free from Azkaban before.”

He broke out in a weak laugh. “And you think Sirius Black is a better wizard than I?”

“Much better,” Hermione said angrily. Why had she gone through the trouble to save him? He was the Dark Lord for crying out loud! Just because he had been tortured and she didn’t like it when people suffered… she noticed how he was smiling and realised she had forgotten to put up her Occlumency shields again. Merlin, she needed sleep.

“Come on, Granger, when you start something you should go through with it,” he said teasingly.

“What do you want me to do? I refuse to just let you go! You have to pay for all those people you have killed and tortured,” she said and crossed her arms.

“And I will. By killing every last one of my Death Eaters,” he said matter-of-factly.

Hermione stared at him. “What?”

“They betrayed me. I’m going to kill them all,” he repeated. “If you want to keep an eye on me while doing it, that’s up to you.”

“You can’t just kill everybody all the time! It’s not right!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Watch me,” he said and tried to rise but found that he was still too weak. “Well, after maybe twelve hours of sleep.”

Hermione nibbled her lower lip.

“By the way, why am I still dirty if I’m in a bathtub?” he asked in a puzzled voice.

“I put you there because you were throwing up a lot,” she said wryly. “I didn’t want it in the bed. And you aren’t dirty; I used cleaning spells on you.”

“You know as well as everyone that cleaning spells don’t work well on the human body,” he said in annoyance. “I still feel dirty.”

Hermione had enough. He was sounding like a spoiled child! With one flick of her wand she made his clothes disappear, with another she turned on the sprinkles. Voldemort let out a shout when the first cold water touched him. A moment later it became warmer, but Voldemort was still staring at her with hateful eyes.

“What?” she asked smugly. “You wanted to be clean. And if you are healthy enough to complain, you can wash yourself.”

Voldemort, clearly deciding not to push his luck even further, sat up straight in the bathtub and started to scrub his skin with his hands. Hermione couldn’t help but to look at him. He was a bit thin for her taste, but the scars were already fading and he did have a nice body.

“Do you mind?” he asked sourly.

Hermione quickly turned around with a blush. Merlin! Was she eyeing the Dark Lord? What kind of sick person was she? She made sure her Occlumency shield was in place. It was, but because of her tiredness it wasn’t very strong.

“I’m done,” came his low voice three minutes later.

Hermione turned around and saw that Voldemort seemed to be near fainting again. She drained the tub with a wave of her wand and handed him a towel. When he was covered, she dried him as well and helped him into her own bedroom. With what was probably the last of her powers, she conjured up a spare bed and put him on it. He was snoring softly even before his head hit the pillow. A minute later, she was asleep as well.

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This was a situation Voldemort had never expected himself to be in. He didn’t know what time it was, but the sun stood high on the sky and he had just woken up inside what had once been his sworn enemies’ headquarters. In the bed next to him lay a twenty year old girl who had just hours before saved his life. Oh, and he had also lost everything he had ever worked for. His Death Eaters had turned on him and he no longer had a place to stay. All his possessions were still locked away from everyone, but they were hidden in places that the Death Eaters knew about. They would most likely not let him go and get them.

All he had was Granger who seemed more than reluctant to help him with anything. Why she had saved him at all remained a mystery. Probably for both of them by the way she had acted last night.

Sweet Salazar, what would he do? If he thought it would work, he would make an alliance with Dumbledore to kill or imprison all Death Eaters. However, Dumbledore would probably imprison him as well and just force him to cooperate. Voldemort needed something that would ensure his safety and yet make him get what he wanted. If only Granger would… he didn’t know what he wanted her to do. Well, right now he wanted her to wake up so she could give him some breakfast. He was still sore all over and he didn’t want to risk running into anyone.

Wincing at every movement, he rose from the bed and stiffly went over to her. The leg Lucius had broken the night before was obviously still healing.

“Granger?” he asked in an as neutral voice as he could and nudged her arm.

The girl on the bed opened her eyes. At first, she just stared at him, then she reached for her wand, thankfully she seemed to remember what had happened before she hexed him.

“What?” she asked unmistakably irritated.

He sat down at the bed next to her. “Is it possible to get some food here?”

She scowled at him. “I’m not your nurse.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really? You acted like one last night.”

Her scowl deepened.

“Miss?” There was a knock on the door. Granger got a panicked look in her eyes and flew up from bed. She pushed Voldemort down and pulled the cover over him. Voldemort lay still. He didn’t want to be captured here more than she wanted him to be seen.

He could hear how she opened the door. “Yes, Milly?” That must be the name of the House-Elf.

“Sir Headmaster is just wondering if everything is good?” the House-Elf asked in a high squeaky voice.

“Er… yes, everything is fine here. No need to worry,” Granger lied. Voldemort hoped the House-Elf couldn’t hear it. “Can you make us some breakfast, please? Just place it outside the door; he is… uhm… a Muggle.” The last word was spoken in a whisper, but Voldemort had excellent hearing.

“Oh, Milly see. Right away, Miss!”

The door closed and Voldemort pulled down the cover. “A Muggle?”

Hermione nibbled her lip. “What am I supposed to say? That I have the Dark Lord in my bed?” She shook her head and pulled out her wand from her sleeve. Voldemort made sure he would remember that later. She probably had some sort of sticking spell or a holster on her arm so the wand wouldn’t fall off.

She transfigured his bed to a table and placed it next to her own bed. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Voldemort just sighed and lay down on his back in her bed. Strange, he should be a lot angrier than he was. Perhaps it was all the potions he had taken last night? He didn’t feel as focused as he usually was.

A few minutes later, Granger came back with three other bottles. “Drink these.”

He looked at them suspiciously. “What are they?”

“These two will help you heal and this is for the pain,” she explained with a tone that clearly said that she had no idea why she was doing this.

Since he didn’t sense any lying he drank them quietly. They didn’t taste wrong either. It seemed like Granger really did care for all unfortunate creatures. Too bad he was one of them now.

The breakfast came and they ate in silence. He could see that Granger was very uncomfortable in his presence. However, after breakfast was done, he lay down to rest and quickly fell asleep again. When he woke up later, he realised how wounded he actually was. He was seldom so exhausted that he had to sleep instead of meditate.

He looked around in the room and discovered he was alone. The table was still there and on top of it was a cane of water. Voldemort drank it and once again wondered what possessed the girl to be so thoughtful. He knew he should be grateful for it, but that had never been his strong side. Instead he started to feel slightly depressed over having to rely on the helpfulness of a girl.

His mood darkening, he rose from the bed and tried to ignore the pain in his limbs. It would probably take over a week before he was completely recovered. A pile of clothes were lying on top of a trunk and on top of the clothes was a note. He had never seen Granger’s handwriting, but he was positive it was hers. I will be back as soon as possible, the House-Elf has been told to stay away. There is a bathroom the second door to your left. Try to stay in the room and do not leave the house. I’ll know if you do.

Voldemort huffed. Very well, he would be a good boy and stay in the room and only leave if he needed the bathroom, which he did right now. He took the pile of clothes and left. A half an hour later he was back, showered and dressed. His leg was hurting and he knew he should rest it, but then he wouldn’t be able to snoop around Granger’s things and that would be a shame now when she had been so nice and not put hexes around them. Besides, did she really think he would just stay put in the bed?

Opening the trunk, he wasn’t surprised to see how neatly everything was ordered inside it. She had obviously charmed it so she would be able to have all her books there. There were a lot of books. He left them for now to go through the pile of knickknacks which was placed on a shelf she had made. Some jewellery (only one was made of real gold), a small mirror, things for the hair and some make-up. Clearly Granger wasn’t a shallow girl. He also found a diary, although the diary was warded and without a wand it was impossible to open it. Cursing under his breath he replaced the diary and went over to look at the books. She still had all her schoolbooks and a lot of references, and then there were also some more advanced books. Voldemort found himself falling for a very old copy called Banshee - the Potions Experts.

He was so deep in his reading that he almost didn’t hear the door open. When he looked up, he saw Granger staring at him. She was wearing an ordinary black robe and a bag in her hand. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Reading,” he answered.

“Have you been going through my things?” There was anger in her voice.

“Yes,” he said truthfully.

She placed the bag on the table and went to him and snatched to book away. She placed it back in the trunk and closed and warded it. Voldemort sighed and stood from the floor.

“If you don’t want people to go through your things, why didn’t you do that before?” he asked and limped over to the bed.

“Because everyone else has the decency not to go through my things!” she hissed and put her wand away.

Voldemort sat down on the bed and leaned his head against the wall at the head of it. “I doubt that. You probably just never walked in on them.”

She didn’t answer that and he realised she suspected it as well.

“Where were you?” he demanded to know.

Granger arched an eyebrow at his tone but didn’t comment it. “With Dumbledore.”

Voldemort sat up straight. “Dumbledore? Whatever for?”

“What did you expect? That I keep you under my bed for the rest of your life?” she opened the bag and removed two bottles. “He isn’t happy that I saved you, but at least he knows better than to hand you over to the Aurors.”

He snorted. “I would never let you hand me over to anyone.” Truth be told, the moment he became well enough to walk without pain, he wouldn’t let her handle him in any way. But for now, he would pretend to be good.

“Drink this,” she said and handed him one of the bottles.

Voldemort grabbed it and smelled it. “What is it?”

“Just potions that will make you feel better.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

He smelled it more carefully. He wasn’t a Potions Master, but he was experienced enough to know this wasn’t a healing potion. “Do you think I am stupid, Hermione?”

She looked awfully guilty as he gave back the potion. He suspected it was something that would make him less dangerous. Perhaps something to make it harder for him to use magic, or something that would keep him calm. Nonetheless, he was not falling for it.

“I told Dumbledore you weren’t going to fall for it. He said I should force you to drink it,” she muttered.

“You are welcome to try,” he said with a smirk. “Although, I have to warn you that I am very capable of hurting you even without my wand.”

She didn’t seem scared. “I’m not going to try, don’t worry. But you can drink this one; it’s only a healing potion, stronger than the ones I gave you before.”

He sniffed the second bottle carefully before he drank it. Yes, it was a healing potion.

“What are Dumbledore’s plans for me?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“They are going to discuss it at the meeting this afternoon,” Granger answered and rubbed her temples. “I’ll babysit you until then.”

Voldemort sank down against the pillow again with a satisfied smile. “Does that mean I should ask you to tell me stories and bring me warm milk?”

He could see how Granger forced back a laugh. “You are very strange. When I was in your custody, you acted very much like the Dark Lord. Now you are all…”

“Beaten up with a wounded pride?” he replied dryly. He decided to try to make the girl his ally in this new position. He didn’t know if it would work, but it was the only thing he had at the moment. Besides, he had done worse things than “befriending” a young woman.

“Yes, but I honestly thought you would be more… cranky about it,” she said slowly and looked up at him. “Although, you are probably just biding your time and working on some clever plan, aren’t you?”

He just smiled. She was clever enough not to believe him if he lied. It was better to just try to act like a charming yet poor and wounded wizard. Sure, he would hate it, but he would use that hate when he killed of all the Death Eaters and then everything would be right again!
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