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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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Hi all! Once again, the chapter is out later than I had wanted. Alas, I’ve been in the hospital for over a month and had to prioritise my health. But now I’m home again, and things are looking up! I’ve just signed my first real book contract! Thus, I’ll be writing on that one for now on. But since I have fics almost finished before posting, I’ll finish this one without any big laps of waiting periods.
The book will be in Swedish, though, since that’s my native tongue. But I know that I have some Swedish readers so if you would be interested to read some Tomione-inspired Swedish literature, just review or PM me and I’ll put you on a list and message you when it’s finished!
As always, I have the best beta, Reverseuniverse and I want to talk her so much for the hard work she does!
Enjoy!
Chapter 20
Despite that everyone knew relationships between teachers and students were forbidden, no one seemed surprised when Malfoy was able to keep his job. He stayed away from the Great Hall for a week or so, but then everything went back to normal.
Hermione and McGonagall talked with Ginny about what she wanted to do. It wasn’t like Malfoy could teach her anything new in Defence Against the Dark Arts. So if she wanted to quit the class and simply wait to take her N.E.W.T’s, she was welcome to do so.
Ginny, however, was not one to back away. The very next day, she went back to class determined to act like nothing was amiss. A few students (Slytherins, of course) tried to tease her for sleeping with her professor. Ginny’s only response was a few well aimed Bat-boogey hexes. It didn’t matter if it was under the eyes of a professor – everyone pretended that they were temporarily deaf and blind when Ginny casted her hex. If any points were deducted, it was from the students that had tried to tease her.
Thus, within a week, things had gone back to normal and the only ones that were still talking about the scandalous affair was the Daily Prophet and people outside of the school.
This, however, was worrisome all by itself. Hermione was getting sick of seeing her friend’s name dragged through the dirt.
It didn’t matter that Malfoy was also getting his fair share of the slander. He was called an “inexperienced teacher without the professional distance one would have expected from a Hogwarts Professor” and “Is he even a professor at all or just a glorified Head Boy?”
Surprisingly, Hermione rarely saw her own name mentioned together with the scandal. She had thought that the Daily Prophet, and Rita Skeeter in particular, would have taken any opportunity to blame her for not recruiting the teachers that were needed, or for being lax in upholding the rules.
She suspected Voldemort had something to do with it. No one wanted to publicly say anything bad against him. Since she was his wife, no one wanted to say anything about her that would risk making him angry.
Thus, since Ginny seemed no worse for wear and Harry and Ron hadn’t shown up wanting to kick Malfoy’s arse, Hermione hoped that they had ridden out the storm.
Then, ten days after the incidence, there was a new headline in the Daily Prophet.
Hermione had just got down to the Great Hall for breakfast and poured herself some coffee when the owls arrived with the morning post. A brown school owl flew straight to her, dropping off her post together with the newspaper.
The entire first page was taken up by bold letters “The Integrity of the Magic of Life Triumphs!”.There was something about it that set off warning bells inside her head. She opened the newspaper and started to read the first few lines.
The Wizengamot have finally passed the long-awaited law banning abortions of magical life. Because of the fast declining birth rate, the Wizengamot have been working on ways to up the rate of magical children.
“We will need them if our society is to survive,” says Minister Pius Thicknesse. “The old government's lack of respect for those weakest in society, unborn children, has hereby been dealt with.”
The punishment for brewing and/or taking an illegal abortion potion will be imprisonment in Azkaban for a minimum of five years.
Together with the ban of abortion, the Ministry have also promised to start a foundation for families who may have a hard time paying for their children, as a way to encourage all couples to start families, regardless of their financial status.
It will also be easier to adopt children who have lost their parents to unfortunate circumstances…
At that statement, Hermione was so overcome with anger that she stopped reading altogether. Angry, scared and also sick. An ill foreboding was creeping into her mind.
He couldn’t have… Could he? Was he that cruel?
Yes. Yes, he was. Voldemort was indeed that cruel and she wondered why she hadn’t even considered this happening in the first place.
Her eyes travelled over the seated students as they continued eating breakfast and sorting through their mail. Some were reading the Daily Prophet, but not many seemed all that concerned with the headline of the day.
Except one.
Ginny Weasley was looking at her, her face ashen.
She had realised the same thing. They had both been with Madam Pomfrey when the school nurse had said that she no longer had any day after-potions in stock, before assuring them that she would get in touch with Ginny the moment she got some. That hadn’t happened yet.
Hermione made a gesture for Ginny to follow her out of the Great Hall.
“Minerva,” she said in a low voice as she passed her deputy. “Could you let Ginny’s teachers know that she won’t be coming to classes today?”
McGonagall nodded, her skin appearing to grow sickly sallow as she clenched her fingers around her identical newspaper.
Once they were outside of the Great Hall, Hermione took Ginny’s hand and began to lead her out of the castle and into the chilly fall morning.
“Hermione, what will I do?” Ginny asked, her voice weak.
“I’m thinking,” Hermione mumbled as she led Ginny towards the great tree by the lake.
Once there, she heated the ground with her wand before sitting down with Ginny. She put her arms around Ginny, and Ginny leaned against her shoulder.
“I can’t have Malfoy’s kid, I just can’t,” Ginny whispered. “I love Harry! I can’t imagine having anyone else’s child.”
“I know,” Hermione mumbled, sending out a spell to reveal any other humans nearby.
Once she was sure no one was close by, she cast Muffliato as well, just to be on the safe side.
“This is my husband’s doing,” Hermione continued. “He thinks Harry was the one to spread rumours about his blood status. So now he's taking his revenge by making it seem like you and Malfoy are a couple, a clear attempt to hurt Harry and make sure there are other things to gossip about.”
Ginny winced. “I guess it’s better than him finding out you were the one behind it.”
Hermione sighed. Even though she knew it was true, she didn’t want her friend to be the one taking the fall for Hermione’s plan.
“I think I have to run away now,” Ginny continued softly. “Go and fight for the Order. I’m of age, and everyone else in my family is already on the run or imprisoned.”
Hermione really wanted to tell Ginny to just do it. Alas… “He got Fred and George, though. They are under surveillance. He might hurt them to get to you.”
“Fuck,” Ginny said in a whisper, her left hand turning into a fist, squeezing the fabric of Hermione’s robe. “Bloody fucking prick.”
Hermione snorted. “Yes, that he is.”
“Is there any way for you to convince him not to hurt them?” Ginny asked, looking up at her. “Perhaps if he thinks we have had a falling out because I think they are wimps for giving in to his demands?”
She considered it. “Maybe. Perhaps I—”
But she didn’t have time to say anything else, because right then, she felt her anti-eavesdrop ward being torn down and a shadow fell over them.
They both got to their feet, fast.
Voldemort was standing there, next to the tree, looking smug.
“You wouldn’t be planning any mysterious escapes now, would you?” he asked teasingly.
Hermione glared at him. Of course he had been expecting this. He might even plan on putting a tracking spell on Ginny so she could lead him to Harry.
“No, I was comforting her at the same time as warning her not escape,” she said, even though she had been about to come up with a plan that might have worked.
Voldemort grasped her wrist firmly before yanking her away from Ginny.
“I am glad you have become so reasonable, my dear,” he said softly, stroking her cheek.
Hermione leaned away from him as much as she could. “But I was planning to talk to you about the pregnancy. Perhaps we could come to another solution?”
He would only be suspicious if she didn’t try to do anything. However, she wasn’t sure what she had to bargain with.
“I refuse to keep it,” Ginny spat, her eyes glowing in hate while staring at him. “You can throw me in Azkaban all you want, I won’t keep it.”
Hermione wanted to smack her forehead. Ginny was just as stupid as Harry sometimes when it came to dealing with Voldemort.
“Oh dear, you are contemplating a crime? Why, as an upstanding member of society, I will have to do all in my power to prevent you from committing said crime,” Voldemort purred.
“You can’t make me keep it!” Ginny hissed.
“Ginny!” Hermione exclaimed before Voldemort had time to answer. “Shut up.”
Then, she turned back to Voldemort, putting a hand on his chest.
“Ginny is still in shock,” she said quickly. “She doesn’t know what she is saying. She will of course not do anything illegal, but I’m certain we can come to some form of understanding.”
Voldemort looked very amused. “Oh?”
Hermione was thinking quickly. “Yes, you see, like all purebloods, Ginny is related to the Malfoy in several different ways. She is worried that the child she is carrying could be a squib, and of course, she won’t want to give birth to something so shameful.”
Voldemort’s eyes were glistening in amusement. “Ah, no, that would be just awful.”
“Yes, so what we were thinking was that we could just … change the father of the child. It has only been a week; the egg has hardly had a chance to be fertilised. What if we make sure it doesn’t? It isn’t a real abortion then, it’s just preventing a pregnancy from happening,” Hermione explained. “And then when she is fertile again next cycle, she will be inseminated by some nice half-blood boy’s sperm. That will reduce the chance of any genetic defects.”
“And do you happen to have any nice half-blood boys in mind?” Voldemort asked, smiling.
“Why, yes, Harry Potter of course,” she said, with a smile.
“Potter is a criminal,” Voldemort reminded her, but he did look intrigued.
“Yes, but his child wouldn’t be, and Ginny isn’t a criminal. She will be a single mother like anyone else, but the Potter bloodline will be preserved. That’s an ancient bloodline, after all, dating back to the Peverells themselves. Wouldn’t it be a shame to let it die out when Harry is executed?”
“Hermione,” Ginny gasped.
Hermione sent her a look, telling her to be quiet. She knew what she was doing now.
“Say I agree to this,” Voldemort said softly. “How do you plan on getting Mr Potter to inseminate Miss Weasley?”
“I’m certain Harry will want to help. There are Muggle ways to freeze sperm and then put it into a fertile woman. Somehow I’m certain we can leave a message to Harry, asking him to make a … deposit in a Muggle facility of his choice. Once he is done, he will let us know where it is, and we’ll pick it up.”
Voldemort chuckled. “Or, if Mr Potter were to give himself up, I could allow him to meet with Miss Weasley and they can create a child the old fashioned way?”
Hermione grimaced. “No, I think it’s fairer if we let Harry be. I mean, he won’t have any access to his child once it’s born. But you will.”
“Hermione,” Ginny tried again, weakly.
Hermione quickly looked at her again, conveying only through a grimace to not ruin this, before turning to Voldemort again. She let her fingers run up his neck, pressing up against him, standing on her tiptoes.
“And I would be very, very grateful,” she whispered seductively, her mouth mere centimetres from his.
Voldemort looked like he was about to say something, so to stop him from demanding anything else, she pressed her lips against him, kissing him hotly.
He sighed into her mouth, embracing her harder as he kissed her back. His tongue sneaked into her mouth, licking hers. She could feel the pleasure racing through her body. It had only been a week since they had sex, but her body responded like she was starved for it. Stupid lust potions. How could it be lasting this long?
In the end, Voldemort withdrew with another chuckled.
“Very well, my dear.” He let go of her, turning to Ginny. “Go to Madam Pomfrey and tell her that she is allowed to make one day-after-potion for you. I’m certain she can find the ingredients necessary in the Potion’s classroom. Hermione will let you know when you are to be inseminated.”
Ginny looked both relieved and scared. She looked from Voldemort to Hermione, and once Hermione nodded, Ginny turned around and hurried up to the castle.
Hermione let out a sigh in relief and finally, Voldemort let her take a step away from him.
“Thank you,” she said, even though she really didn’t think she owed him her thanks. She was just playing nice.
“You’re welcome. Now, I’m very curious to hear how you plan to send Harry a message,” Voldemort purred. “You don’t have another dragon, do you?”
Hermione sighed. She did have Dobby, but she wouldn’t reveal him to Voldemort for anything. “Actually, I was hoping you could let me send out Kara. He can track them, I’m pretty sure.”
“Is that so,” Voldemort said, his voice getting a dangerous edge.
“Well, you must have realised that, otherwise you wouldn’t have forced me to keep him here at Hogwarts. And I wasn’t planning on mentally conveying the message, I planned on writing a letter. Which you are welcome to see, of course. And you can even give it to Kara himself if you don’t trust me!”
“If I trusted you, you’d have killed me by now,” Voldemort said dryly. “Very well, you can send out your beast. But I won’t let you out of my sight until he is back.”
Said and done, that very evening, Hermione composed a letter to Harry, with Voldemort watching over her shoulder so she couldn’t send any secret messages in it.
Dear Harry,
As you may have heard, Malfoy and Ginny spent a night together. She was forced, but she is okay. The only problem is that she became pregnant and with the new law preventing abortion, my dear husband will only allow Ginny to get rid of it if she carries another child in its place: yours.
So that no one will be hurt, you will find a Muggle fertility clinic and leave a deposit there. Once you have, send us a message with the name of the clinic and I will get it and make sure Ginny gets inseminated.
It’s the least bad solution I could come up with.
Love,
Hermione.
P.S Yes, a certain someone is looking over my shoulder, so don’t bother trying to find any secret meanings in the text.
P.P.S No, it’s not a trap. Death Eaters doesn’t even know what a fertility clinic is.
The last sentence, Hermione only added out of spite since Voldemort was literally standing and watching over her shoulder. She hated when people did that.
As they walked down the staircase to give the letter to Kara, a horrible thought suddenly struck her.
“I’m not pregnant as well, am I?” she asked, stopping in her tracks, staring wide eyed at him.
Voldemort stopped as well, and she saw a flash of … something? Was it panic? But it was gone from his eyes.
“No. No, I loathe children,” he said in a low voice.
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank Merlin for small mercies.”
“You don’t want children either?” he appeared surprised.
“No, not really,” Hermione said, rolling his eyes. “Why? Not every woman longs for a husband and kids.”
“It would appear so,” he mused and continued walking again.
Down in the Chambers of Secrets, Kara was already waiting for them. He was very excited to go out on a long flight, even though he had to leave her again. But it was only for a short while.
Tell your mate that if he tries anything when I’m gone, I don’t care that he is a Mother nowadays, I will tear him apart, limb for limb.
Hermione snorted, but didn’t convey the messages. She didn’t want Voldemort to change his mind about letting Kara leave. Sometimes it was good that only she could speak mentally with Kara.
However, when Kara flew off and she turned her attention back to Voldemort, he was smiling coldly.
“You should tell your friend that the last dragon that tried to ‘tear me apart, limb for limb’ got his wings shot off. It would be terrible if that happened to Kara, wouldn’t you say?” he said softly.
Hermione gaped. “You could hear him too?”
“Apparently. There are many benefits to being a Mother, it seems,” Voldemort said cheerfully.
That was dangerous. Very, very dangerous. She would have to see if there was another way for her and Kara to speak. Maybe when she was inside Kara’s mind, or vice versa? Because Voldemort being able to hear Kara would hurt their plans of taking him down.
To not show how worried she was, though, she tried to joke it off.
“Ah, so I take it that you don’t want any children now when you are the Mother of dozens of dragons?”
Voldemort snorted. “If you’d give birth to a fire breeding creature that could feed itself, then by all means. But when it comes to human babies, I have heard enough of them to last me a lifetime.”
She was reminded that he had grown up in an orphanage. Of course there had to be a lot of babies there. She couldn’t quite picture it, since she was an only child.
For the first time, she actually felt sorry for him. Just a little, but still. That was a horrible atmosphere for a child to grow up in. It didn’t justify his life-choices, but it was sad.
“Now since I don’t trust you to not take advantage of the situation, you will have to come with me,” he said, making a gesture for her to follow him.
“Where?” she asked, walking next to him as they approached the castle again.
“The Ministry. I have to talk to the Minister about how to enforce the new anti-abortion law,” Voldemort said.
And there, Hermione stopped feeling even the slightest bit sorry for him.
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Harry was angry. He was stalking around the compound of the dragon keepers, trying to calm himself down.
He had thought that when they came down to Romania, they would start working on a plan to take out Voldemort’s dragons. However, the only one that actually believed Voldemort had dragons that he was bonded to was Charlie. The rest of the dragon keepers thought that Harry and Ron had misunderstood something. It wasn’t possible that someone had found the Dragon Chronicles.
It was like his fifth year all over again when no one had believed him when he said that Voldemort was back. Why were humans so unwilling to believe that there were seriously dangerous things going on?
The only good thing was that, since Charlie did believe them, he was teaching them about dragons. But he had to do his normal work too and that left Harry and Ron alone a lot. They did study through books, but since they were for dragon keepers, they were more advanced than Harry was used too. There were a lot of advanced magical theories that he had never heard off. He had never missed Hermione more. She would have been able to read it and then dumb it down for Harry and Ron.
“Harry!” Ron came running towards him, carrying a newspaper in his hand, looking livid.
Great, what had gone wrong now? Harry’s shoulders slumped and he went towards Ron, accepting the paper without a word.
The whole front page showed two photos, cropped into a heart-shaped frame. The right half showed Draco Malfoy, looking as snobbish as ever, as he glared down his nose at the camera. The right half was an old photo of Ginny. It had been taken at the Triwizard Tournament and she was smiling at something in the distance, but the way the Daily Prophet had adjusted it, it looked as if she was smiling at Draco.
Harry’s heart filled with longing. He hadn’t seen her in over a year and he missed her more than he thought was possible.
“How can he do this?” Ron wailed, and Harry finally looked at the headline over the photos.
Forbidden Love at Hogwarts!
Dread filled him as he slowly opened the newspaper. There was another picture there, taken much more recently. Malfoy was staring wide-eyed at the camera as he pulled up the covers over his naked chest. Next to him, Ginny was lying with her hands covering her face and her body shaking. Harry could tell that she was naked too, but as Malfoy dragged the covers over himself, it also covered her body.
“The bloody ferret raped her!” Ron screamed. “I’m going to fucking kill him!”
Harry felt numb inside. This was hardly Malfoy’s doing. This reeked of Voldemort. Voldemort had set it up for Harry to see. It was Hermione’s wedding all over again. Voldemort was using Ginny to get to Harry.
He was so focused at the picture that he didn’t hear Charlie coming up to them. Only when Charlie grabbed his shoulder and ripped the newspaper from his hand did he look up.
“Harry, you know this is a trap. Don’t do anything stupid,” Charlie said, but his voice was trembling with anger.
“It’s my fault,” Harry whispered. “He is doing this to Ginny because of me.”
Charlie’s grip tightened. “No, Harry, you can’t think like that. It’s their fault, You-Know-Who and Malfoy’s. They are the ones who did this. We will make them pay, but not until we are ready and it’s on our terms. Hermione is there, she will help Ginny.”
The mention of Hermione finally made Harry snap out of the shock. “Where was Hermione when this happened?” he growled. “Why didn’t she stop it?”
“I’m sure Hermione is doing the best she can,” Charlie said. “Come, let’s go inside. Maybe we can think of a plan to send Dobby in and make sure Ginny is okay.”
Harry pressed his lips together. He wanted to blame Hermione for not preventing this, but he knew that was unfair. Voldemort would have made sure Hermione didn’t know about it. She must already feel guilty about it.
They went back towards their quarters. Dobby had insisted on helping with something while he was there. He was a house-elf, not used to just sitting down and wait for things to happen. Thus, Charlie had given him a spot in the kitchen where he could help with the cooking.
Before they reached the kitchen, however, they heard a shout coming from the watching tower. From up there, the dragon keepers could see everything that happened around the valley and make sure no dragon was starting to run amok.
“What did he say?” Ron asked.
Harry and Ron had still not learned all the special calls the dragon keeper used to communicate with each other. Since there were people here from all nationalities, there were certain words they had developed so that everyone could relay information to each other even if they didn’t speak the same language.
“He said that it was an unfamiliar dragon approaching,” Charlie said, withdrawing his wand from his sleeve. “We have to get to the others so you’ll be safe if a fight breaks out.”
They hurried towards the group of dragon keepers that had started to gather around the big bonfire. As the dragon came closer, Harry recognised it.
“Hey, that’s Kara!” he exclaimed. “Don’t stop him.”
“Are you sure?” Charlie asked.
“Positive, he must have come with a message from Hermione.”
Charlie relayed the information to the other dragon keepers. Harry didn’t have to understand their language to hear that the others were questioning Charlie.
While they argued, Harry looked at Ron who nodded. Together, they ran from the group and towards Kara.
Before anyone could stop them, Kara landed in front of them. He held out his neck, showing Harry that there was a letter tied to it. He quickly grabbed it and read the message inside.
When he was done, the other dragon keepers had reached them and was mumbling to each other.
Harry could hardly understand what Hermione was saying. Voldemort had done this so that Ginny would get pregnant? Why?
Ron was reading the letter now, his face pale. “Harry? What are you going to do?”
Before Harry could answer (not that he was sure he could. His mouth was completely dry) one of the dragon keepers stepped up to Charlie.
“It’s true then. Somehow, this woman has resurrected the forbidden magic of the Dragon Chronicles,” she said in broken English, her voice full of worry.
“Yes, and her husband has two dragons bound to him,” Charlie said. “That’s what we have told you all along!”
“We should kill it now,” another dragon keeper said, his wand already raised.
“Are you out of your mind?” Harry said, finding his voice again. “We have told you all along that Hermione and You-Know-Who has dragons, and now when you see it, you want to kill our only chance to defeat You-Know-Who? Hermione needs to keep Kara if we want to succeed!”
“It’s forbidden—” the dragon keeper began.
“Harry is right,” Charlie said, interrupting his colleague. “Even if we could kill it, we have to let the dragon go back to Hermione. She is protecting the students of Hogwarts, and if Kara dies, it’s likely she will die too. We have to let it go back and come up with a plan. We have forgotten how to deal with bonded dragons. We have to start by researching it.”
The dragon keepers all started to argue, but Ron took Harry’s arm and pulled him a few steps away.
“You have to do it, Harry,” Ron said in a low voice. “If you don’t…”
Ron trailed off, looking both angry and afraid.
Harry nodded slowly. “I will. I love Ginny. And when the time comes, I’ll take care of the baby. She won’t be alone with it and I can provide for all of us. We just have to make sure the war is over before that happens.”
Ron nodded resolutely.
“I’ll go and write a note to Hermione, you guard Kara. Make sure they don’t try to harm him,” Harry said and hurried away to the sleeping dorm where he kept his things.
In the middle of the panic over Ginny’s safety, Harry couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction. At least now the dragon keepers knew that there were dragons bonded with wizards. Perhaps they would finally start to help them find a way to stop Voldemort.
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