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The Defining Prophecy	By : Landquist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 21853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Note: The story will get increasingly dark from this point on, weak stomachs beware! I will try to stick to the original plot as much as possible, but obviously with a new story line some things must be changed and/or omitted.

Harry Potter paced his room. Dumbledore would be arriving any minute but he could not bring himself to pack, his mind was to busy. Hermione, she had been on his mind all summer, she was the answer, his key to success, and now that her birthday was creeping closer, that glorious day that she would reach sexual maturity and the prophecy would hit them all in full force, Harry could not think of anything else. He had understood perfectly what Dumbledore had told him, Hermione belonged to him. His pacing stopped.

In his mind he saw her as she would be, worshipping him in everyway possible, serving him as her Master, always begging for more, and he would gain the ultimate power from her beautiful body and defeat Voldemort. He imagined Hermione shackled to the wall with a dildo roughly lodged in her arse as he plunged into her tight cunt. She would cry and beg for more, screaming that she loved her Master's cock, while he whispered horrible degrading things into her ear. "Yes you stupid Mudblood cunt you know your place, come for your Master. You were born for this, born to have your holes filled by me. Come for me Whore!" She would scream his name during her release and he would bathe in the power she gave him as he released himself into her.

Harry, now fully concentrating on the massive erection his fantasy had given him, did not question just how dark his plans for Hermione had become. Dumbledore said he would become incredibly possessive of her as this process began, but his wise Professor had warned him to not lose sight of what Hermione would really give him, the power to defeat Voldemort. And now, here Harry was, wanking himself off in his bedroom to thoughts of Hermione, not even giving his true mission a second thought, or bothering to think that the Dark Lord was after the very same thing he craved.

As he came he heard the knock. Shit! A quick wipe with a towel fixed his messier problem, but he had an instinctive feeling that Dumbledore would know what he had just done. "BOY!" Harry chuckled, the Dursely's hatred of him and his world had reached such a level that Vernon was now constantly walking around, purple in the face, muttering a steady flow of obscenities. Calmly walking downstairs he was startled to see Dumbledore lecturing the Dursely's on how this next year would play out concerning their safety, how their treatment of Harry was despicable and yet he grudgingly admitted they had done their job, and warning them of upcoming threats. Harry stood mesmerized for a moment, expecting Vernon to hurl some heavy object at Dumbledore any second, until he realized that he had not packed. Shit!

"Harry while I'm sure you have some wonderful excuse for not warning your family that I was arriving we really must be going without further delay." The old man's eyes twinkled, "I'm willing to bet you have not packed either?" Harry whispered a meek "Sorry sir." "No matter Harry, you were probably busy with other things, but please remedy the situation now." Shit shit shit! He knew, he always knew. Embarrassed, Harry sprinted upstairs, roughly gathered his belongings and pulled them downstairs. "Fond farewells, please welcome Harry into your home once more next summer and I promise this messy busy will be finished," and with that Dumbledore led Harry out into the darkness on Privet Drive.

"Now Harry I believe we can get down to business, firstly I need your help with a task that may prove difficult tonight, secondly we need to discuss this complex situation with Miss Granger, and thirdly I should very much like it if you agreed to taking private classes with me this year." Harry overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of requests was able to stutter out an agreement. "Very well Harry, sorry to be so abrupt but time is limited. Now, wand out, ignore your underage restrictions tonight, you are with me and therefore relatively safe, but caution must be a priority."

After a questionable encounter with the future Professor Slughorn, Dumbledore and Harry arrived at the Burrow. "Now Harry, I have done my best to keep the information about this prophecy private, only vital people are aware of the situation. Meaning only you, Professor Snape, and myself are fully aware of how important your trip into the Hall of Prophecy became, however, I now firmly believe that Voldemort has discovered our secret. After several well planned attempts to capture Miss. Granger, Deatheaters came extremely close to obtaining her, thankfully I was able to transport her safely here. She has no idea why our enemy has such a sudden interest in her, as she did not hear the prophecy in the Hall, but we must tell her tonight." Harry struggled to process the information, he was perfectly comfortable fantasizing about Hermione all day long, but he was not comfortable telling her that she now belonged to either him or Voldemort. Knowing that Voldemort knew about her now terrified him. "Sir, I can't fight for her now, I can't use magic, he'll gain her before I'm even of legal age."

"Precisely, I have a strong feeling that the Ministry is quickly falling under his control, if you were to perform magic outside of school now, especially against Him, I doubt very much that the Ministry would prevent him from killing you. More likely, they would render you defenseless, without a wand, the definition of a sitting duck." Your advantage is that once Miss. Granger is inside the Hogwarts grounds, it will be incredibly difficult for Voldemort to take her. So, you will have a year to seduce Miss. Granger, excuse my crudeness, and win her for yourself."

Harry, embarrassed by his Professor's sudden honesty was unable to control the dam of question he had built up over the summer. "Sir, what exactly must I do to gain her? I don't fully understand what I'm required to do. Is it a matter of taking her virginity? Because if so, I don't see how Voldemort has a chance, I am in contact with her all the time at school, and he certainly isn't." Dumbledore smiled, "Harry, virgin blood is a powerful thing, but not overly important in your case, sexual dominance is key with Miss. Granger. As long as you maintain dominance over her you'll have control and access to the magic she can give you, however, if Voldemort were to capture her and make his sexual and emotional dominance over her clear, while you were out of the picture so to speak, her magic would then transfer to him and you would lose whatever she gave you. To fully own her she must be under your control at all times, the one of you that has her when you two do finally meet on that future battlefield will defeat the other, but Harry, I'm afraid you'll have a little more work to do than him. " His twinkling eyes were so jovial one would think that he enjoyed leaving Harry with a cliffhanger. "That information will be better left until our private meetings, for now, I am going inside to collect Miss Granger, you will wait here until I return with her, I worry that this might be an emotional reveal and I do not wish to worry Molly with our problems." Harry was left unsatisfied and nervous.

Hermione didn't cry. "Of course I expected something had changed Harry, I didn't realize how drastically though. Do I have a choice in this? Am I really destined to belong to one of you? Don't I have any indpendence left?" Harry stared back at her with a sad apologetic plea, "I'm sorry 'Mione, I swear I'll keep you from him, I'll keep you happy." Hermione look slightly resigned, "You know I dream about Him."

Even Dumbledore looked shocked, Harry seemed scared, he knew what it was like to have Voldemort in your head. "Miss Granger that was not expected, on your birthday I expect a connection of some sort will appear between you and Harry and consequently you and Lord Voldemort, but currently, dreams about Voldemort should not be occurring, please Miss. Granger, englighten us." Hermione suddenly became very red in the face, blushing fiercely she stuttered, "I'm s-sorry P-Professor but I'm not comfortable discussing those dreams." Harry enraged suddenly yelled, "HERMIONE, You and I will discuss this later, you WILL NOT keep information like this from me!!" Hermione, terrified, fell to her knees in front of Harry, now openly crying. Dumbledore attempted to heal the situation, "It seems that new connections are already beginning, I'm assuming Harry, that you and Miss. Granger have never behaved this way towards each other before?" Harry shook his head tersely, Hermione quit crying and looked up at Harry imploringly, he reached down and took her hand, helping her up, "I'm sorry I yelled 'Mione, but you are not allowed to keep information about Voldemort from me anymore, understood?" Hermione nodded, eyes downcast in a form of submission. Harry looked pleased.

"Harry I'm sorry, but this is all very new for me, I'm scared, I don't know what to do or how to act correctly, I've never heard of magic like this before." Dumbledore spoke up, "Miss Granger this form of magic is very old, primitive, and extremely binding, I doubt you'll find much information on it in the Hogwarts Library, but I'll give you open access to the Restricted Section if need be, I know your thirst for knowledge must be great. For now I will ask you both to try to be forgiving with each other, you'll both be learning and adjusting together, Miss Granger I warn you that whatever connection builds between you and Lord Voldemort he will not be either forgiving or understanding and you must prepare for that, Harry I will ask you to introduce Hermione to her new life demands slowly, do not overwhelm her." Harry did not seem to be listening, he looked distractedly at Hermione as Dumbledore continued, "Once at Hogwarts I have arranged that you two will have the same living quarters, I ask you two to be discrete, do not bring attention to the fact that I am allowing two students to sleep together, I do not want my office filled with Howlers from angry parents," Hermione blushed deeply, "I must be going now, give Molly my best, Hermione you are not leave the Burrow for any reason until September 1st, Harry please be cautious about where you wander, I will see you both soon."

Harry took Hermione's hand quickly, "we need to get inside, I'm starving, after I eat we need to talk about these dreams Hermione, I don't like hearing that things are happening to you that I don't know about." Hermione quickly retorted, "I'm sorry Harry, had I known that these dreams were so important I would have told you, but it was you and Dumbledore that didn't tell me about my own fate until 2 months after the initial discovery, my ignorance was warranted." Harry looked angry and smiled darkly, "'Mione you'll learn quickly not to be a bossy know-it-all towards me anymore, I have the luxury of keeping stuff from you, but you don't." Hermione shuddered, her best friend had vanished, she felt as if she were standing before a version of Lord Voldemort, not Harry Potter.

~Dungeons at Malfoy Manor~

Bellatrix moaned, he began moving towards her. Wasn't this what she always wanted? She had always craved the Dark Lord, she had wanted her Master to dominate for years, but now as he drew closer she began screaming insanely, begging for mercy. "MY LORD FORGIVE ME! SPARE ME FROM THIS MY LORD PLEASE!"

Lord Voldemort laughed, "Ahh Bellatrix I would think that after a month alone in the dungeons you would be starved for attention, I am here to give you what you have always wanted. I've seen your mind, I know you crave me and I am here to reward you further for your decision to keep information from Lord Voldemort." His red eyes scanned her body, her bloody back looked absolutely delicious and her body chained against the wall looked almost attractive, atleast her face was hidden. He sneered, "Perhaps if you need more preparation we can continue our foreplay with the whip," he raised the large imposing black leather whip and brought it down on her beaten back five more times. Her screams were like a drug to him. "Prepare yourself for Lord Voldemort," he hissed. As he pressed him self against her backside she quietly cried and he hissed into her ear, "I've seen your husband's mind, I know that you, my delightful whore, are not a fan of anal sex, let us see if we can remedy that." Bellatrix was now crying in earnest, Lord Voldemort reveled in seeing his servant so broken. She felt his length pressed against her backside and started struggling as viciously as she could. Bellatrix was no stranger to sex, she herself had some sadistic tendencies and her husband Rodolphus is no angel, but her Lord's length was unlike anything she had felt before, she was certain that his dick would not fit into her.

Voldemort thrust into her with no lubrication and hissed with satisfaction as he felt his head slip past her rosette. He felt the skin tear and blood began lubricating her and he pounded into her unmercifully. Bellatrix moaned through her tears, she was certain her Master's rough treatment would kill her, but then, just as she thought she was facing the worst of her punishment, her Lord rammed the handle of the whip into her vagina, causing her to feel completely stretched and full as he tortured her ass. Her screams echoed throughout the entire Manor.

Tom Riddle tried to get some sexual satisfaction out of this situation, but looking at the back of Bellatrix head he felt nothing but revulsion. She was weak, unhinged, irrational in her insanity. His sexual encounter with her was meant to be a punishment for her, to remind her that she had no right to keep anything from her Master, to remind her of what happened to his servants that were not loyal. Then, he began imagining the Mudblood. His nighttime encounters with her were going beyond smoothly and he was quickly becoming obsessed. He longed to possess her physically, not just mentally. He imagined her chained to this wall, moaning in pleasure, not in pain like the weak vermin in front of him, she would bend to his desires amazingly, he was sure of it. These thoughts made him apply his efforts to punish Bellatrix more vigorously. He felt himself nearing climax, he reached around and twisted Bellatrix's nipples until they bled. Her scream sent him over the edge and he came into her dark depths.

A quick scourgifying charm cleaned him of her filth. As he turned to leave he saw Rodolphus standing in the cell doorway. He sneered, "Ah Rodolphus, I was just having a talk with your wife about her behavior." Rodolphus, a trained servant did not flinch, "My Lord, Dumbledore was able to successfully transport the girl to safety, we cannot touch her now." Voldemort's anger shook the building. "CRUCIO!!" Bellatrix screamed against her chains and then finally fell into unconsciousness. "Do not heal her Rodolphus or you will feel my wrath yourself." Voldemort swept out of the room and left Rodolphus staring at what was left of his wife.
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