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Atlantis - An Adventure	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 20208 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Merry wedding-day to you all! No, it’s not my wedding, but the Swedish Crown princess’! Since there are over 2300 journalists there from all over the world I do hope that someone outside Sweden has noticed this Royal Event of the Decade of the woman who will be the fourth Queen Sweden has ever had. It’s actually silly… only the fourth “ruling” Queen! In over a thousand years! And none since 1720! GAH! Okay, enough Swedish History lesson. If someone has even bothered to read. One with the story!

Warning! Smut! Ghastly death scene! Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

live.love.malfoy.: Yay, it’s always nice to have a lot of new chapters to read at ones! Hope you’ll be able to read this one soon, but I don’t think you’ll have to wait long until the rest of the chapters are posted. They are almost done!

Magentasouth: Glad you like the story! And I always finish my fics, so don’t worry. Now there aren’t a lot of chapters left so I think you’ll see the end of this quite soon!

QueenRuby: Hehe… I don’t know about being pregnant, but I know everything about having too many hormones and being bad tempered. And yeah, Hermione does not feel very good at the beginning of this chapter, but since it has no relevance to the plot, I decided to skip forward two months until she felt better again. Although, not too good. But that will come in later chapters… but I don’t know, how long after a miscarriage do you get depressed easy? Not that it matters much but… well, I could use it to explain something even more in chapter 23. Tihi, that would be a very fun scene to write between Bella, pregnant Hermione and Voldemort. Unfortunately, I’m afraid that will have to wait until another story. You will see Bella in this chapter, but not much I’m afraid. I hope you like it!

Chapter 21

With January classes began again and Hermione was suddenly very busy, despite the fact that she knew more than anyone in her year. There was just so much homework that took so much time to do! When Voldemort realised that she still took school very seriously, he started to just arrive on weekends, when she at least could sleep in. However, he wasn’t pleased when she didn’t make any progress at all with Snape’s family history.

January turned into February which turned into March without anyone noticing it. Then, finally Hermione had a breakthrough. She found an old diary written by Snape’s great-great-aunt’s husband’s mother who seemed to have done a thoroughly search about the Prince’s before she let his only son marry one of them. If what was written was true, it would explain everything. She would have to show this to Voldemort!

Hermione waited impatiently for him to come on Friday night, but when he didn’t, she decided to go to him instead. The second Saturday of March was a Hogsmeade weekend and even if Hermione had sworn not to go there alone again, she just couldn’t resist it. She walked with Ginny into Three Broomstick where they met up with some of Ginny’s other friends, but after just half-an-hour, Hermione faked a stomach-ache and walked back. Ginny didn’t like for her to go alone, but Hermione said she would make sure to walk close to someone else.

Of course she didn’t, the moment she was outside she altered her appearance, pulled the hood over her head and pressed her mark. She really hoped this would work, Voldemort had said that the mark would allow her to Apparate through his protection shields, but you never knew.

She didn’t have time to worry because in the next moment, she Disapparated and landed in what seemed to be a dining room. She froze when she realised it was full of people. Although, no one seemed to care much that she had come there. The one closest to her just glanced at her, but then turned back to the one they were talking too. After a moment, another person Apparated a couple of yards away from her and she realised that this had to be some sort of Death Eater gathering.

After a quick look around without spotting Voldemort, she decided that it was best to just wait and eavesdrop on the Death Eater. Thanks to her werewolf-hearing she could hear even whispering conversations without being so close that it was suppositious. However the Death Eaters didn’t seem to talk about so many interesting things. Most of them didn’t seem to know each other, and those who did spoke on quite casual things, like some feast they had been too and the latest events in the Qudditch league. Even cooking recipes! If they hadn’t all been wearing black robes and mask over their faces, Hermione may have thought she had stumbled into a normal dinner-party.

She had waited for almost ten minutes when a door suddenly opened and everyone became deadly quiet. Hermione, who had been standing near the wall, saw how all Death Eaters seemed to move a little closer to her end of the room and turn toward the open door. A small platform appeared on the floor near the door and in walked Voldemort. Hermione was a bit surprised to see him without his good looks, but she remembered that he had said that he wouldn’t show anyone but her his new looks. Besides, he was still himself. The confidence and the power couldn’t be masked and it was that which made Hermione smile as he stepped up on the platform.

Voldemort stood there in silence for a few moments and just looked at them. “I have gathered you here today because I have a dilemma. For some time now I’ve known that we have a traitor among us.”

Hermione could feel the whole room tense. Apparently this wasn’t a usual meeting.

“I’ve waited because it was my hope that this person would come to me with a confession. Now, my patients have run out.” Voldemort suddenly had his wand in his hand and with a flick; one of the Death Eaters was pulled towards him. Another flick and the man were bound and unmasked.

“Avery here has planned to overthrow me,” Voldemort said coldly. “I know he has been asking many of you to betray me. I just want you all to know what will happen if you do that.”

Another flick of the wand and Avery let out a strangled cry of pain. Hermione watched with wide eyes as his whole body seemed to swell up. That couldn’t be very pleasant. When she realised he would probably explode, she closed her eyes. That was not something she wanted to witness. Avery couldn’t even scream in pain anymore, he only let out some shocking sounds and then she heard something rip apart and a collective gasp from the Death Eaters. She didn’t dare open her eyes yet.

“Unless you wish to meet the same fate as Avery, I suggest you come to me if you have something to confess. The rest of you are dismissed.” Voldemort’s voice was hard and cold. Hermione peaked up. There was blood on the floor, but he seemed to have Vanished the body. Thank Merlin.

Many of the Death Eaters Disapparated at once, but there was a few who threw themselves on the floor and began to shout out their confessions. Hermione couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then Voldemort snapped his fingers and all of the ones lying on the floor disappeared. What had he done with them? She didn’t have time to think about that because now there weren’t many Death Eaters left and she was sure someone would soon notice her. She moved further into the shadows of a plant which was standing close to the wall.

“And what about the rest of you?” Voldemort asked coldly.

“My Lord, we are merely offering or service to help you punish these traitors.” Hermione recognised Lucius’ voice. She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes. Of course Lucius would be glad to help torture others.

“Your support is noted,” Voldemort replied dryly. “But unless you have something to confess, you are dismissed.”

Lucius bowed and Disapparated. Now there was so few left that she was certain she would be spotted any moment.

Just as she thought it, a Death Eaters saw her. “What are you doing back there?”

Voldemort looked up and she could feel herself moving forward against her will. Damn, what was she supposed to do now? Did Voldemort even recognise her?

The Death Eater who had spotted her came up to her. Hermione recognised her as Bellatrix Lestrange. The older woman pushed down Hermione’s hood. “You do not belong here.”

Hermione desperately turned to catch Voldemort’s eyes. When she did, his eyes widened slightly.

“Well, well, I hadn’t imagined seeing you here,” he said in a low voice.

She gave him an uncertain smile.

“You know who this is, my Lord?” Bellatrix said disappointed.

“Yes,” he simply said and then looked around again, annoyed. “How many times do I have to dismiss you?”

Now all of them Disapparated away, except Bella who looked suspiciously at Hermione. Voldemort came closer and but his hand at the end of her back as to lead her away. Although, he stopped and looked at Bella with a raised eyebrow. Hermione got a suddenly impulse to just kiss him, but she repressed it. Voldemort would probably not be happy.

“Bella?” Voldemort asked annoyed.

Bellatrix who had been looking at Hermione hatefully, jumped.

“My Lord,” she said and bowed quickly before she too Disapparated.

Voldemort sighed and lead her out through the same door he had entered. Hermione found herself in a long corridor, but Voldemort just walked a couple of yards before he turned to his left, waved his hand and made a stairway appear. When they had come up, they were in another corridor, but smaller. There were three doors here and in the end a big window showing off the sky. He led her through the first door and found herself into a Spartan bedroom with just a bed and a big desk covered with books and scrolls. The only decoration was a dark green landscape painting over the desk.

Hermione smiled. “So this is your bedroom?”

“Yes.” He shook his body and the glamour fell off. Hermione followed his example. “What are you doing here, Hermione?”

“You didn’t come to me last night.” It came out a little more whining than she had hoped.

“No, I found proof that Avery and some others have betrayed me. I had to find out how long the betrayal spread,” he answered and Hermione noticed how tired he looked.

“Are you in trouble?” she asked, worried.

He huffed. “No, but it is time-consuming. Now, what are you doing here?”

She pulled out her findings from inside her robe. “I think I’ve found what you wanted to know about how the Princes’ got a hold of the book.”

His face brightened immediately. “What did you find?” he asked and took the book from her.

“Well, the author of this book has pure-blood mania and doesn’t want to marry her son off to someone who doesn’t share her views, so she has gone through a lot of families’ history and in the Prince’s case she was happy to note that they get rid of anyone who interferes with Muggle-blood. However, three hundred years ago, a foreigner came and one of the Princes’ daughters fell in love with him and he got her pregnant. However, her father didn’t trust him to be a pure-blood and stoned him to dead, but then the daughter proved that he was a foreign wizard by showing them all a book he had given that could only have been done by wizards. She got to keep the child and apparently the book passed down to him when he came off age. His half-sister later became the wife of this author’s son, so the author actually got to see the book and from her description I believe it is the same book,” Hermione summed it up.

Voldemort’s eyes flew over the text. “I think you are right,” he finally said and looked up with a smile.

She smiled back. “Yes, I’ve also found this foreigner’s gravestone. The daughter insisted they buried him. His name was Migu.”

His smile winded. “That sounds like he was from Atlantis himself. No family name?”

She shook her head. “How is the translation coming along?”

“Slowly,” he said, his smile turning into a grimace. “But I think I’ve figured out some actually names. I don’t know how to pronounce them, but it must be names of some ancestors and they must also be magical sounds. Although, since I have no idea how to pronounce the words, I have no idea what kind of magic the name is. One day I’ll know.”

She smiled shyly. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

He arched an eyebrow, looking amused. She blushed and looked down at her feet. Ever since she realised a few months ago that she loved him, there had been this very awkward moments where she wanted to say something really lovingly, but in the last moment stopped she always stopped herself. It was just that she didn’t know how he would take it. She wasn’t sure he would be happy and she didn’t want things to change between them. She liked the way they were now.

Since she was deep in thoughts, she didn’t hear him move until he was right beside her, nudging her head up with a finger.

“When did you arrive to the gathering today?” he asked softly.

“Right before you came,” she answered truthfully. “But no one really noticed me until the end.”

He appeared thoughtful. “So I just murdered someone in front of you and you aren’t upset at all?”

She frowned, now when he mentioned it she realised that she hadn’t really felt anything at all when me killed that man. “No, I’m not. I closed my eyes when he was about to die but… well, I could tell he had done something bad against you.”

“You don’t care that I kill people who have wronged me?”

She bit her lip. “Well, I’m not sure. I just… that man’s death meant nothing to me.”

He chuckled. “It would appear I’m rubbing of on you more than I thought.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

His fingers stroked her cheek. “You have changed since we became lovers. Maybe even before that. I noticed earlier how incredibly easy you have to lie these days. I know you said you had always lied to your parents but you just don’t appear to feel guilty at all anymore.”

It was disturbing how right he was. “That isn’t good.”

He blinked. “Oh, it works the other way around too of course. You shouldn’t see it as something bad. It’s a… compromise. You are changing so you can stand to be with me and I… well, I think I’m chancing too.”

Hermione was very surprised over his confession. “You are?”

He came even closer to her. “Why of course. I’m rather here with you than being down in the dungeon questioning the other traitors, am I not?”

She snorted.

He became serious. “I’m not joking, Hermione. You have made me rediscover the joys of the mind as well as the body.” His hand came up to her shoulder, stroking her arm. “So what if you don’t have the same Gryffindor moral anymore? Aren’t I giving you something better? Just as you are giving me something I forgot I wanted…” His mouth came down on hers in a claiming kiss.

Hermione felt her knees give in, but Voldemort was already holding her tightly. He could always make things so logical. She loved that. She also loved the way their bodies seemed to just melt together. Everything felt so right when she was with him.

Her body was getting hot and tingling as they moved towards the bed. Voldemort sat down on the bed with her straddling his lap, still kissing her like he was tying to devour her. She could already feel his hardness underneath his clothes and moved her sex against it slowly. He groaned and moved his hand underneath her robe and shirt, caressing her skin. She started to unbutton his robe.

Feeling bold, she decided to try something new. She left his mouth and kissed her way down his neck, nibbling lightly. As she continued to unbutton his robe, she let her mouth kiss and lick every new part of skin. Voldemort seemed to realise what she was about to do because he lay back slowly and let her have her way with his body. When his whole robe was undone, she moved her mouth up again to his nipples and licked and sucked them while her hands worked on getting his pants off. As she started to pull them down, he kicked off his shoes so she had no problem removing his pants with one fast movement. He didn’t wear any underwear so the moment his pants came off, his cock bounced up, eager to get into the play.

She touched it with her cold fingertips and could feel him shudder. Leaning over him, she touched the head of the cock with her tongue. He moaned. Before she lost her courageous, she took the cock into her mouth as far as she could. It was a very strange sensation but she could feel how much he liked it so she started to bob her head, slowly at first, testing the waters. He moved his hand down and showed her how she could use her hand on the part of the cock she didn’t reach with her mouth.

Hermione felt both excited and scared. It was naughty and yet she was afraid she would be doing something wrong and hurt him or herself. But when Voldemort didn’t let out any protests, she became braver and started to alter between bobbing her head and suck on his cock. She stroked the base of his cock and his balls with her fingers. He was moaning more and more loudly and after a couple of minutes, he sat up hurriedly and pulled her head away from him. She looked at him, worried she had done something wrong.

“If you keep that up, this will be a very short intercourse,” he said hoarsely and gripped her shoulders, pulling her up in his lap again.

They kissed passionately again as he worked feverishly to get her clothes off her. She helped him, shrugging her shirt off as he worked on her trousers, finally ripping them off with a growl. Now sitting naked on his lap, she felt fluids dripping from her sex. He pressed her chest against her face, capturing a nipple inside his mouth and sucked greedily. To lessen the ache, building in her core, she started to rock against his hardness again. Her hands were stroking his back and travelled up to his neck, making him leave her breast so she could kiss him again. One of his hands came down between their bodies and he pressed two fingers inside her. Hermione could feel herself coming closer and closer to an orgasm as his fingers fucked her. When his thumb came up to stroke her clit, she was pushed over the edge.

Voldemort didn’t let her come down from her orgasm before he replaced his fingers with his cock. Her orgasm was prolonged as he forced her to move fast and hard over him. She scratched his back, hard and he growled and bit down on her lower lip.

Hermione lost track of time as they moved together. All she knew was the pleasure and how she wanted it to go one forever. Nevertheless, after a while she climaxed again and this time he followed. They sank down on the bed together, lying on their side. She captured his mouth again in a slow lazy kiss. Merlin, she loved him so much it was almost painful.

He pulled up the blanket over them and when she finally let go of his mouth, he let out a satisfied sigh and turned to his back. Hermione closed her eyes and snuggled against him.

“That was very pleasurable,” he mumbled after a while.

She giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

He purred like a cat.

She felt very relaxed and she knew that she would fall asleep soon if she didn’t do anything and that wouldn’t be good. Ginny was doomed to come and look after her the moment she came back at Hogwarts. If Hermione was still missing then, it would be very hard to explain where she had been.

Although, she didn’t want to leave just yet, so to stop herself from falling asleep, she asked; “Where are we?”

“In a very hidden room at Malfoy Manor,” he replied and yawned.

“Oh. Is it as big as Draco always made it out to be?” she asked, feeling slightly smug that she had managed to sneak into Malfoy Manor.

“I guess, I usually just stay in this part of the house, though.” Voldemort yawned again.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” she asked, fondly amused.

“No,” he mumbled. “And not the night before that either.”

Hermione sighed, then she should leave him alone. Not that she thought he would mind her staying, but if he fell asleep, so would she and then who knew when she would get back. Alas, she leaned down and kissed him again. “I have to get back to Hogwarts.”

“Okay. You can’t Apparate from inside these rooms, but the moment you come down the stairs you are free to go,” he said and pulled the blanket higher over him.

Hermione chuckled and stood up, enjoying the feeling of being newly fucked. As she dressed she could hear Voldemort start to breath heavily behind her. It hit her how much he had to trust her to fall asleep with her still there. Or had he so strong protecting spell around this room that there was no way anyone could hurt him? Well, she could hope he trusted her as much as she trusted him.

With a last glance at the man tightly wrapped in the blanket, she left the room quietly and walked down the stairs. The moment she came down, the stairs disappeared behind the wall. She was just about to Apparate back to Hogwarts when she heard a high-pitched cry coming from the end of the hall. Worried she walked toward the source. When she turned around the corner she saw Lucius Malfoy kicking a House-Elf. She could feel the anger blossom inside her. She may no longer care that Voldemort killed off his Death Eaters, but she couldn’t stand by and let Malfoy hurt an innocent creature like this!

“What are you doing?” she asked furiously and stepped forward.

Malfoy looked up and was clearly very surprised to see her. Hermione remembered that she hadn’t bothered to mask her appearance again.

“What are you doing here?” he asked furiously.

She crossed her arms. “I was with the Dark Lord.”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “Well go back to him then, this is none of your concern.”

He aimed another kick toward the poor elf. Hermione clenched her fist and felt the magic leave her body, throwing Malfoy into the wall. As he tried to regain his footing, she hurried to the elf and looked at the damage. It was trembling terribly as Hermione let her magic heal the broken ribs and arms Malfoy had caused it.

Just as she was done, Malfoy came at her and pressed her into the wall.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Mudblood?” he growled. “You can’t come into my house and tell me how to treat my servants.”

All Hermione had to do was blink and he was magically thrown into the wall again. She watched him coldly. “You are pathetic. Does it make you feel big, kicking those who can’t fight back?”

He was staring at her in shock and disbelief. Hermione felt a dark satisfaction. How could she ever have feared this man? He was nothing. He couldn’t even hold a candle to her powers anymore. She snorted in disgust and turned toward the elf only to discover that it had already left. She sighed and Apparated away too.

When she landed just outside Hogwarts gates, she was suddenly shaken by what she had done. She had thrown around a powerful and magically experienced man like he was a ragdoll. How could she be so powerful all of a sudden? Or was it like Aluga said? That working magic with a wand made your magical powers weaker and without it your magic increased? Although, her powers seemed to have increased a lot. Hermione shuddered. It was quite scary knowing you held so much magic inside of you. What if she lost control over it like she had done when she was younger?

Although, that was why she went at Hogwarts, to learn how to control. If she couldn’t do it after six years, then she doubted she ever would. Sighing she started to walk up toward the castle. Not giving Malfoy another thought.

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When Voldemort woke up in the evening, he felt more refreshed than he had in weeks. He took a shower, ate dinner and then sat down at his desk. Putting his elbows on the table, he leaned his head against his hands and stared down at what he had done last time he sat here. The language of Atlantis was the most foreign he had ever come across. They symbols looked like Egyptian hieroglyphs, but if you turned them upside down, they looked more like ancient South American script. If he squinted it could be mistaken for the script of the old Indus-valley.

Standing up again he felt as if there were something he was forgetting. He went over to a closet where he had even more books and papers. Not sure what to do, he pulled out Hermione’s notes from when they had first began the research. It felt like ages ago.

Sitting down on the floor, he quickly read through her notes. Perhaps he should make her help him with this as well. Although, the problem was that when she was in the same room as him, his cock took control. It was hard to research when all you wanted to do was to fuck her in various positions until the end of time. Just by reading her notes and be reminded of her soft little hands made his organ itch. He forced it away.

Here was about their finding of the corpse. That had proven completely useless. Then they had gone to Mexico and found that orb. Yes… perhaps he should have a look at that again? Where did he put it? Right, Severus still had it. Hopefully it was among his things here in the headquarters.

He put on his glamour as he walked down the stairs leading to the rest of the house. As he walked up the corridor leading to Snape’s room in the mansion, Lucius came at him. He was limping slightly.

“My Lord,” Lucius said, clearly angry.

“What is it, Lucius?” Voldemort said, not in the mood to deal with his Death Eaters problem.

“I met Granger this morning.”

Voldemort got cold. If Lucius had done anything to her, he would rip the pure-blood’s spine out.

“And?” he asked, acting unconcerned but was still ready to curse the man.

“She threw me into the wall for no reason at all!” Lucius spat. “What is that Mudblood doing here in the first place?”

Voldemort broke into Lucius’ mind without any warning and saw what had happened this morning. What he saw made him feel both amused and angry. It was impressive off Hermione to just throw Lucius away like he was nothing, but it was not her place to punish his Death Eaters. Lucius would want revenge.

“Miss Granger is still my servant, Lucius,” Voldemort said when he had let go of Lucius’ mind. The man was swaying a little. “She has proven most valuable and she was here because I told her to come when she had the information I need. Although, I don’t want you to tell anyone about your meeting and I’ll talk to her about not interfering in other people’s business.”

“Talk to her?” Lucius looked at him in disbelief.

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “If that is all, I have other things to do.”

Lucky for Lucius, he didn’t press the subject. “Yes, good evening, Master.”

Voldemort sighed and continued toward Severus’ room. He really needed to talk to Hermione about this, but there would be time for that later. Right now, he wanted to work on the translation.

It didn’t take long to find the orb in Severus’ room as well as the Potions Master’s notes about it. Voldemort took it all and returned to his own room. The orb was shining softly as he touched it. However, they had put a damping-charm over it so it didn’t send out that weird relaxing-waves. Now it was just beautiful to watch, but he wanted it to help him as well. What sort of spell kept it glowing? Hm… speaking of glowing, what had made the “sun” at Atlantis glow? And speaking of sun, shouldn’t they have a word for it? Had they ever worshiped the sun like many other ancient cultures? He hadn’t really found any indications that they had worshiped anything. Or maybe magic? Or maybe…

A thought hit him. The names he had discovered clearly had some magical meaning, but what if there was something more to it? He had noticed while he was there that a lot of names seemed to contain u and g. Perhaps just a family thing as well? Was it anything in those symbols which could be a u and a g?

He took some of his old notes where he had counted all the symbols and how often they appeared. He had noticed before that the one most common all was very similar. They had the same circle-thingy in the middle as well as three dots. Hm… what if…

After five hours his hand was cramping so badly after holding the pencil that he just couldn’t write more. He needed a spell or something that could help him with the language. Something that would help him see the most common combinations and how often they appeared. He looked at the watch. It was only midnight, maybe Hermione was still awake? Perhaps she had some ideas that would make this work go quicker.

Making himself invisible, he Apparated straight into her dorm. The wards around Hogwarts were no problem anymore. It was just as Aluga had said; you just had to will the magic to work your way! Very practical.

Hermione wasn’t in her bed when he came. Frowning, he opened the door and peaked down toward the common room. Some students were already there, but he couldn’t see Hermione anywhere. He closed his eyes for a moment and searched for her mark. She was somewhere in the castle… ah, the library. Yes, of course. Although, wasn’t it after curfew? Oh, well, he had wanted to look around in the library of Hogwarts for years.

Sneaking down the stairs soundlessly and invisible he left the common room. He had never been inside Gryffindor common room before, but he knew his way from the painting. It was with nostalgia he walked in the familiar halls. Perhaps he should take over Hogwarts just so he could walk around here freely? However, the thought of taking over his old school just didn’t seem so necessary anymore. After all, he could walk here without any trouble anyway.

It just took him five minutes to come to the library. Once inside he had no problem finding her, since she was the only one there. She was sitting at a table at the end of the library, just next to the Restricted Sector and was scribbling rapidly over a peace of parchment. Her brow was furrowed in deep concentration as she turned to one of the open books, read something, and then continued to write. He didn’t know why he didn’t revile himself, perhaps it was just fascinating to watch her work. He was reminded of the time when he had sat up late in the night, working on some essay. Life had been harder then. Always having to put up a mask in front of his teachers, always having to put his own plans to the side to focus on schoolwork he already knew, but still had to write down to make other know he knew it too. It was easier now. He didn’t have to hide his displeasure because others may punish him. He could do whatever he wanted.

“Will you come out sometime tonight?” Hermione’s voice broke through his thoughts. She wasn’t even looking at him, she was still writing.

Voldemort’s eyes widened but he stepped out from the shadows and made himself visible. “How did you know I was here?”

Her head rose and she pulled up her sleeve, showing him his mark. “It itched when you are close, remember?”

“Right,” he muttered. Most of his Death Eaters didn’t notice that after so long time. Hermione must have got used to it too, why did she notice it now?

“What are you doing here?” she asked in a tired and curious voice and put down the quill.

Voldemort come up to the table and put his hands on the back of a chair. “Two reasons. The first; I do not allow my Death Eaters to fight each other and neither do I want them to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Hermione leaned back in her chair, smiling a little. “Well, I’m not a Death Eater.”

He pressed his lips together. “I’m serious, Hermione. I won’t have you throwing Lucius around because he doesn’t treat his servants’ the way you like.”

She grew serious too. “And I won’t stand aside letting a bully have his way.”

“But you were just fine with me killing another Death Eater?” he asked dryly.

“That is not the same thing,” she spat. “I’m sure your Death Eater knew what was waiting if you found out what he was doing. That House-Elf had done nothing wrong!”

He grew angry over her stubbornness. “It was not your place to punish him! It would not even have been your place to correct him! Lucius can do whatever he wishes to his property.”

She flew up. “They are living creatures with feelings! Not property!”

“Their feelings are unimportant, he legally owns them. You had no right whatsoever to step in the way you did,” he said forcefully.

Hermione’s eyes were shooting daggers at him. “Be as it may, I do not regret what I did. Hopefully he will think twice before he kicks a House-Elf again.”

Voldemort huffed. “Don’t hold your breath.”

She started pushed her books around furiously. “Now if you excuse me, I have to find another book.”

As she made to walk pass him, he grabbed her shoulder. “No, I said there were two things.”

She tried to shake his hand off her, but he held her put. “What?”

“You will help me find a spell or something that can count symbols and point out the most common uses and perhaps also something that can cross-reference it to other symbols, see which ones are most alike and if they are just as common in that other language,” he told her coldly.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed and he could see that even if she was angry, she was thinking hard. Then suddenly there was a wicked glint in her eyes. “I actually think I know something that can help you.”

He was surprised she had come up with something so fast, but suspicious over the glint. She made a gesture for him to follow her. When they stopped at the Muggle Studies section, his suspicion grew. Hermione checked the title, then pulled out one book.

“I think I have an idea, but you won’t understand a thing until you read this,” she said with a patronising voice which made him want to torture her.

He looked down at the title; Muggle Invention #23; Computers. He snorted. “We are talking about the most ancient language, very complex magic work and you expect that something a Muggle have done can help me?”

Her eyes narrowed again. “I don’t see how it can hurt. Apparently you have now spent about four months working on this language and have come nowhere. If I were you, I’d open my eyes to the possibilities.” She put the book back on the shelves. “But I’m not going to start another argument about how Muggles do know some things wizards don’t. Professor Finners wants the Defence Against the Dark Arts essay in by Monday and because I was busy with the other project you put me on, I haven’t had time to do it yet!” She marched pass him.

Voldemort first impulse was to follow and strangle her, but something stopped him. He let out a growl and turned toward the shelf where she had put the book. Fine, he would read it, but only to prove to her that there was no way anything Muggle could help him. Cursing under his breath, he began to read.

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Hermione was fuming as she went back to the table to finish the essay. He was such an insufferable man when it came to Muggles! How could he be so narrow-minded?

She wrote furiously at the parchment for about ten minutes before her anger started to dissolve and she could focus just on her essay instead of on the difficult Dark Lord. About an hour later she finished the conclusion of the essay and put down the quill. As she looked up, she saw that Voldemort was watching her with a frown.

“What?” she asked, annoyed and tired. It must be over one o’clock.

He put the book about computers on the table. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“How can this computer thing help me?” he asked, still looking very sceptical.

Hermione sighed. “Do you understand the principals of it?”

“Yes, the computer started out as way to more effectively do complicated math calculations but now it is also store data and information which a Muggle can easily access and use through different computer programs,” he summarised. “Why do you look so surprised? I do know how to read a book.”

Hermione had indeed looked surprised. “Well, most wizards are usually more impressed and wonder how it can be possible.”

He rolled his eyes. “Against popular belief, I do know my way around Muggles. I thought I had already proven that to you?”

She sighed. “Sorry. Anyway, my dad showed me a new computer program he had bought to his computer which allows him to translate languages. He uses them to better give information to some of his foreign patients. It is far from flawless of course, a computer doesn’t know the feel of a language; they just translate word for word. However, he said that he had got the idea from this documentary on TV which had also been about how they tried to translate ancient languages with the help of computers. I read a little bit about it and apparently they scan in the texts and then, somehow they compare it to similar languages they already know. Well, I thought it could be helpful, but you never asked for my help so I forgot to mention it.”

He was watching her with a frown. She could see that he was reluctantly intrigued.

“I highly doubt that it will help me,” he began slowly and Hermione rolled her eyes. “But you can try and do that.”

Hermione snorted. “Fine, I’ll take care of it as soon as my NEWTs are done.”

His eyes narrowed. “No, I want you to do it immediately.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t you realise how much schoolwork I have to do? My NEWTs will begin in just a little over two months! I’ve already spend more time than I could afford on Snape’s family tree!”

Voldemort huffed and stared at her for a while, his eyes narrowed. She stared back, not wanting to let him boss her around.

After a moment of silence he sighed. “Very well, I guess I could just ask your parents then.”
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