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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot.

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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations of Harry Potter in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit from this submission. I only own the plot of this Novelette and my PC, and a cat. (Still weeping).

A/N: Hello Dear reader(s), If there’s any left ( after the 1^st A/N ) Please Read warnings in Chapter 1, In case you haven’t. This is my first fanfiction in the realm of Harry Potter,

I want to be clear on something, it is NOT going to be a DRAMIONE. The Pairings is : Hermione / Voldemort. Volmione, if you will.

The Story is An Alternate Universe, does not follow the books in all details, though in many other aspects it surely does, and some Characters are not going to fit the Canon ones, just to be clear on these points.

Please read & review?

I cannot promise answering my reviewers, but I definitely promise that I read every single review, because it is the best motivation, to incite an amateur writer like me. So please keep them coming. Thank you, Enjoy :]

HM

Chapter 2 : To Reality

'This is for thoughts'

"This is for dialogue"

Draco pulled his head up when he heard Hermione’s choking sobs. Right hand covering her mouth, tears trickling on her cheeks, and a look of utter horror on her face. He hurried to her side, hugging her, mumbling calming words.

“Oh! I am sorry ...I am sorry…Oh! Hermione…Shush sweet girl, it is going to be alright, you’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you.”

The witch was not listening, her mind was whirring. ‘The final battle took place, and she was absent. She should have been there with them, fighting. Oh MY GOD !! Harry!! He killed Harry!’ She couldn’t stop her weeping. Her world came crashing down like a sand castle washed by high tide.

She felt empty, dead inside. Even Draco’s embrace did not register. She was in a world of her own, made of anguish and misery. Pain and suffering. The Avatus Curse was nothing compared to the excruciating pain that was burning her. Even her hair and fingernails hurt, her soul was somewhere in hell. Maybe that is her punishment for not being there? For not helping her friends, fighting when it was most critical that she did so?

“Hermione, listen to me” She felt him shaking her, hard, trying to snap her out of her shock, but she was lost in her gloom and doom. Why should she listen to anything he has to say? What was the use? All her teen years, since she was eleven, the specter of that monster, was shadowing her life and her friends’ as well.

Guilt had an unbearable weight, it lays heavy on the heart and soul, while the mind is being smashed to bits and pieces, by the hammer of accusations and blames.

Harry! His beautiful shining green eyes will laugh no more. She wished she had a time turner, wishful thinking rooted in a vivid nightmare. The dead, lifeless body of Harry struck her inner retina, she shivered. Have they done their barbaric ritual? Have they mutilated and maimed the body? Who knew what those savages could come up with!

How many fell at the Battle? Was there anyone left alive from the Order of the Phoenix? The Weasleys? The aurors? The professors of Hogwarts? Is there anyone left in her wretched miserable existence to remind her she was alive? She feels so dead. A corpse, a shell containing a breath. A breath wishing to asphyxiate and die.

In a flat, monotonous and lifeless voice she asked, while at the same time not really keen on the answer,“who died? “

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, hesitating, but when he saw her pleading look to tell her, in the same dull tone, he replied, though he knew the news will devastate her.

“Only Harry died at the battle Hermione. The Dark Lord used an amplifying spell to cast the Avatus curse, on all of his enemies, simultaneously. It was so complicated, no one knows until this day how he did it. Every single dueler on the battlefield was hit, for 6 seconds, with unbearable pain. They dropped their wands, unable to maintain their positions. It goes without saying that all the Death Eaters, and others fighting on Voldemort's side were protected by the counter-curse. Actually, to be exact there's is no counter-curse. It is a specific shielding spell of his creation. He of course cast it earlier, simultaneously as well on his army, before The Battle of Hogwarts started. It triggers as a shield when the Avatus curse itself is cast. Thus his fighters collected all the wands, and stupefied everyone there battling against them. Those who refused to swear allegiance to him were taken away. Some were executed, some are still alive. He only Killed Harry because the prophecy had to be fulfilled. Though he was reluctant to do it.”

Six years of plans, fights and battles, searching for Horcruxes, facing Death Eaters, to end up in a bed, almost as crazy as the cursed Death Eater who put her in it. And now, after recovering, waking up to find out all was lost! To face a bitter reality worse than death. And then Harry, beautiful, courageous, and wonderful Harry is dead. All for what? A prophecy?

Fuck Trelawney and her prophecies. Yes, they went to the Ministry of Magic for the damned piece of bullocks, and she was injured there by Dolohov. Sirius was thrown into the Veil, again because of Bellatrix Lestrange! Merlin! This bitch had her quill in every inkwell. All for what? To make sure that Harry would fulfill his destiny as Savior of the wizarding world, of the Light??

What kind of prophecy is this, to put the whole responsibility of said world on a teen's shoulders? A hysterical laugh started to bubble up at the back of her mind, and her throat lost the clump that was lodged somewhere between her larynx and trachea. A sound reached her ears, reminding her of that mad Death-Eater’s cackle. Unaware, and like hypnotized, she recited it between guffaws.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

The Dark fucking Lord won. “but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ...”

What power Trelawney ?? What fucking power? He is dead! Where are you Dumbledore with your “Greater Good”, “Love”, and all your bull?

“ and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ...” Either must die…Harry is now dead and Voldemort is alive and kicking. Why should she continue living? What for? For whom? If she is feeling so alone now, what will it be like in a week? In a month? What will Voldemort do to her? If he wanted her dead he wouldn’t have saved her life.

Draco was extremely distressed seeing the, always composed, Gryffindor princess go into hysterics. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close, knowing she was at her wits end, and what was coming next won’t be of much help.

Hermione wanted to simply vanish, and stop feeling anything altogether. Nothing was computing in her brain. Tears still falling, she pushed on Draco’s chest, with limp weak hands. What will happen to her now? In which dungeon will they lock her, until he decides what to do with her? She was not afraid of dying. Better dead than face a worse fate.

If she dies, she would get to join Harry, there she will be free from it all. Was it too much to ask to rest? To just close her eyes and think of nothing? To not feel this gnawing pain, in the pit of her stomach, and this burning rage invading her heart?

A fleeting thought pulled her out of her limbo. She heard Draco again in her head, ‘The Final Battle had taken place in 1998, one month after you were put in Induced Coma, and the Light side had lost’. 1998? Why he used the past tense?

“What is the date today?” Hermione asked. Her tears did not abate, but she was now crying softly, and tried to wipe them away. Her nose was bloated and her face was flushed red. Draco transfigured a handkerchief, which he pushed into her right hand and said,“ it’s Tuesday, August 15^th, 2000”

'More than two years asleep, while my friends are now asleep forever.' Her tears flooded her cheeks anew, with a vengeance. While she was resting, they were resting forever, never to wake up again. Crying won’t bring them back, she will mourn Harry and the others later. There are more important puzzles to clear, one of them is standing right in front of her, all considerate and accommodating.

Draco Malfoy could be anything but accommodating to anyone other than himself. This she knew firsthand. Even when he joined the Light side, he did it to protect his mother, and himself or so he proclaimed. But she believed he was also convinced of doing the right thing, of following the right path. Could it be that he fooled her all of this time? Draco was an outlet for her maybe? After Snape tried to kill Dumbledore, she wanted to believe anything, believe in anyone, to put out of her mind that the wizard she crushed on for a while as a student, she so admired and respected as potions’ Master and later on as a spy, happened to be a spy all right, but for the wrong side! But then again, how come Draco is still here, and alive? From the looks of it he joined Voldemort.

Was she really wrong about his real allegiance? Was she so gullible to believe him? Was he disloyal all those months, being a spy for his monster of a Lord? Doubts gnashed at her, she sighed and wiped her eyes, looking him squarely in the eyes, she frowned. Slowly and clearly she inquired,” what about you Draco? You are alive and doing very well from the looks of you”!

The single idea of Draco’s treason made her want to retch, and being sick in bed was not conducive. She felt at a disadvantage being naked.

It was time to end her fits. Her rational side stepped in, she needs to put on some clothes. Besides she needed to use the bathroom, and she needed a shower.

“Before you start your explanations, I need to use the bathroom, a shower would be appreciated as well. Is there anything I could wear?”

At her accusatory tone of voice, Draco’s heart skipped a beat. Here we go then! The hardest part, time to come clean! Standing up, he went to the closet, opened one of the 4 doors, took out a long black satin night robe and handed it to her. Turning his back to give her privacy while she made herself decently covered.

Hermione felt the soft silk caress her skin, and knew it was of the best quality available. She wondered who picked and paid for this. She stood to wrap the robe around her and tie the sash, and had to sit down again. She was out of balance, the oddity of her “new” height registering. But of course! What an idiot she is! She had been stretched out on a bed for more than 2 years, thus her body had the chance to get rid of gravity, her bones elongated, since there was no weight to lift and carry around. Consequently at present, in a vertical position, her body has to learn its new stature to rebalance itself.

Slowly she stood up, waited a couple of minutes under the watchful eyes of Draco, who was ready to jump in and help her if need be. Stepping carefully, since her eyes were now positioned higher than she was used to, she needed also to give her brain a second to adjust her ocular depth perception. Well, not that big a difference! she thought sarcastically. She was not tall to begin with, now she’s maybe 5ft 6” give or take.

Opening the bathroom door, automatically a light strip behind a protruding crown molding burst into life, the same concept of indirect lighting system used in her room.

She took in the details quickly; colors matching the room scheme and bedspread. Big mirror reflecting the whole bathroom, a marble counter top, drawers and cabinets underneath the double sinks. An enclosed toilet area, a large sunken whirlpool tub, and a stand up shower. All made with the finest materials, and of superior quality, matching those in her room.

After using the toilet, she took a quick shower, noticing her smooth skin, especially the total hair removal in the pubic area. Using the provided toiletries, and fluffy towels, again same high quality standards. With one of towels wrapped around her wet hair, she put back the night robe and went out.

A dinner table for two was waiting for her. She noticed that mainly the nutritive quality took precedence. No Gourmet Cuisine and rich courses. Fruits, green salad, salmon, whole oatmeal raisins bread, a carafe for water, and another for pumpkin juice. Her kind of healthy and nutritious meal anytime.

Draco pulled the chair for her. Sitting down, she noticed the cutlery and silverware. Yet again, same superior quality, but the lack of sharp utensils made her smile sardonically. Even the fruits were already cut into portions; all she had to do is eat. She surmised the salmon flaked easily, but it was ludicrously obvious that measures were taken, to hinder any attempt on her part at fleeing, through the use of any available weapon, or what could be used as such. Savvy!

By association, she also noticed the still closed curtains. She snorted. Maybe they’re simply a trompe-l’oeil décor for her cell; an optical illusion suggesting a window where there’s none.

“No knives, afraid I’d use one on you Malfoy?”

Pouring water for both of them he took a sip, smiled at her and suggested, “ Tuck into Ganger, it tastes delicious.”

“Are you telling me to stuff it, in your subtle kind of way?” She unwillingly smiled. Their banter reminded her of the good old days. But what is she thinking? There’s no “good” to be expected now, is there?

“Um, could you please open the curtains? It is almost claustrophobic in here…” All right, subtlety was not her forte, but from the looks of it, it wasn’t theirs either. Well duh! She hit the nail on the head, besides, couldn’t they be more obvious?!!

“You and I both know that there’s no window behind the curtains Hermione, now eat.” He deadpanned dryly, and started chewing on a morsel of fish.

“How convenient…” She snorted and did the same. They ate silently until they were through with their meal. Pouring herself a glass of juice, she leaned back on the really comfortable armchair. Turning her juice glass, between her hands, on top of the cotton tablecloth. Looking intently at it, she then took a sip, made sure her body was tightly sheathed in her satin robe, folding one leg on top of the other, she looked towards Draco.

“For how long?” she simply asked, knowing quiet well he’d understand.

A weary sigh escaped his lips. The distance between them was not measured by the dining table anymore.The particulars of the situation were hard to explain. Nevertheless, he was sure she now knew, without he spelling it out for her, what was he doing with the Order.

“I am afraid you know princess, I was a spy since I first joined the Order.” He was observing her thoroughly.

Merlin’s fucking balls, he’s hating every second of this situation!! If only she’d get angry, scream, and shout. Slap him, like she did a long time ago, in their 3^rd year at Hogwarts! At least he’d know she’s reacting. Her poise was more unsettling, for he knows, at this precise moment, she’s loathing him and berating herself for believing (in) him. Her self-control could only indicate the distrust she’s feeling towards him.

“An English Muggle poet and painter by the name of William Blake once said ‘It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend’“ She smiled bitterly at him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I gather Zabini was an accomplice.” it was more a statement than a question.

“Blaise came with me out of friendship. He was always neutral as far as the fight was concerned, he did not care one way or the other. Suffice it to say he really respects you Hermione, and he considers himself as your friend”.

“Unlike you.” She knew she was hurting him, and presently she did not give a damn, and moreover, she wanted him to hurt. How he must have laughed at her, her naiveté, and gullibility. Believing he was genuinely changed. How she, Hermione Granger, could be so blind?

She made the same mistake with Snape. Her tendency to see the best in everyone, and believe they could be rehabilitated; to reach the freedom and peace of mind they seek is becoming a hindrance, not a virtue! Maybe it is the idea, the concept of what is potentially achievable, salvageable, that was appealing to her compassionate side, not the individuals themselves. That was the surest way to anticipate disappointment.

“Hermione, you are my friend, I respect you more than anyone! I knew you since we were eleven. Yes I know, as enemies, but do not believe it all. I spent a whole year with you, I know you hate me now, but you will see that what I did was for the best. I am not allowed to say much, the Dark Lord will explain everything to you. But please do not judge me now. Wait until you have all the facts…”

“Fact : you deceived me and the Order. Fact : You were a spy for Voldemort. Fact : You betrayed your ‘supposedly’ friend(s)” she moved her index fingers counting and continued, “Fact: you delivered me not from, but to him, when I was most fragile, weak and unable to defend myself. Anymore facts you like to add to the list?”

“Merlin Hermione, what was I supposed to do? Watch you die, or turn into a Longbottom?! I told you of how perilous your state was. And yes, I might have taken advantage of your kind nature but never for malicious intents. I did and still do love you. Deep in your heart you know I would die defending you. I do not fucking care about the Order! They can all rot in hell for all I care. Not a single one of them wanted to search for you after you disappeared, except the Late Potter and Remus. Only Those two I could respect, the rest are all cowards. After bringing you to the Center, I went back for Weasel and Potter, to free them. Potter wanted to search for you, but Albus and the others refused to let him leave. The sniveling weasel with his slut sister and mother simply said you are as good as dead and no need to waste time over you. And you want me to care about this filth?! Are these what you call friends? You were the Order, doing everything, thinking of everything and everyone, while they rested on their fat asses, wriggling their fingers. To hell with them all."

"YOU and you alone were and will always be important to me. I came to know, admire and see whom you truly are. You think I believed this mudblood bullshit?? Never! My Father instructed me to be so, whether with you or with any Albus associate for a reason. It was all a ruse, a plan, and a decoy to distract that old coot Dumbledore. Along side other long-term stratagems. All planned by Him. Both of us were pawns Granger, puppets, and they were the puppeteers. I cannot say much, he will explain everything in details, down to the last fucking point.”
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