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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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Oh, boy, what a lovely weather, the sun is shining todaaaaay! Eh, sorry. Trying to see how a Swedish song sounds when it’s translated. I’ll stop right there. Oh, anyway, happy Midsummer! Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

Nonentity: Haha, yes, Hermione will always stand up for the small ones. Or… at least against someone like Malfoy! I often imagine him as a bigger version of Draco. Perhaps a bit cleverer, but always a bully and whiner! Ooh, and I agree, Hermione and Voldemort are hot together!

QueenRuby: Aha, okay. The reason why I asked will (I hope) become clearer in this chapter! But your explanation makes sense. She must be tenser after everything that has happened… and now comes the final straw. And your question about Aluga will be answered in this chapter as well! She is indeed still on the hunt! Haha and you’ll also get to see how Voldemort handles an attack on Hermione in… hum… the chapter after next, I think. And since I finished this story almost four months ago, I don’t remember if I thought much about Harry and Ginny… they are very minor characters so what they feel and do aren’t that important. But you’ll get a closure of them at the end as well, don’t worry! Oh, and you are more than welcome to write a “What would have happened if Hermione kept the child?” Just send me a message so I can read it when you have posted it! Should be interesting to see, haha!

Soniab: Hehe, I won’t spoil the end! But I think you’ll see the story taking quite a turn in this chapter…

Magentasouth: Yeah, it’s always sad when a story has to end. I feel so too. I really liked this one! But I’ve made the mistakes of just keep writing and writing on a story and it usually turns into something similar to a soap. Alas, not good. But I do promise to continue to write other stories! In fact, I’m writing on a new one as we speak! I don’t know when I’ll post it since I don’t post stories until they are almost done, but perhaps sometime in the fall? Oh, well, you’ll have to wait and see. Hopefully I’ll be able to post the next chapter of this story soon enough!

Mrequecky: Thanks! Hope you like this one as well!

Chapter 22

The outside world was a horrible, horrible place. Aluga had of course known this from the last time she was on the outside, searching for her son. But over the last three hundred years, the world appeared to have become even worse. There was so much people everywhere, so much noise and so many things. Aluga had had to escape into the jungle for the first week, just to feel something familiar. She was very familiar with nature. However, after a week, she tried to go back into the nearest city and get familiar with that too. It would probably have been successful if it weren't for the six Muggle men who had thought she looked like someone they could mug. Aluga had had no problem neutralising them, but once she did, she was overpowered by at least a dozen wizards. That had not been a pleasant experience.

She was locked inside a highly guarded cell for three weeks before she managed to find a way to break free. It was a humiliating experience for her, a member of the oldest family of Atlantis, to realise that the outside world could lock her in for so long. They had discovered something other than magic these days and apparently used it on "dangerous" criminals. She was furious for not knowing what this something was.

Once out of prison she flew north and came to a country called Ecuador. Everything made her disoriented. The Muggles had taken over the world! Luckily she found a wizard family which took her in and helped her explain how the world worked. When she realised how bad thing where in the world she really thought she had gone insane. She could understand Voldemort wanting to come back to this; he was crazy, but why hadn't Hermione and Sirius stayed at Atlantis? Surely they must realise that Atlantis was better than this? People had everything they needed in Atlantis! They could even live forever if they wanted to!

Not that Aluga wanted to live forever anymore. It had been really fun some couple of hundred years, but then she had started to loose people. Her son was just the latest in the long line. Although, she had noticed that a never-ending life appealed to a lot of people in the outside world. Why was that? She lay awake for nights trying to figure it out. No answer came.

In February, she finally asked her wizarding hosts if they had ever heard about a man called Voldemort. They had all gone quiet. After a lot of persuasion she found out that he was a very, very bad wizard who had his residence in Britain. No one knew where. Aluga had mixed feelings when she heard all the crimes Voldemort had committed. In one way she was horrified because using the Dark Arts was just wrong. Yet, after living in this world for almost two months she couldn't really blame him. The whole world was full of darkness.

Nevertheless, when her hosts told her that there was a boy chosen to kill Voldemort, a plan started to form in her mind. She would make Voldemort pay for what he did to her. For escaping her. She wasn't yet sure how she would punish him, but she would. And this chosen boy would help her get to Voldemort. At the beginning of March, she sat course for England.

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Voldemort was annoyed that Hermione wouldn't help him with the computer-thing, but during their argument, he had realised that it would be quite hard for Hermione to sneak out from school undetected and help him. He didn't care so much about her school-work. At the rate she was going, she would finish Hogwarts with higher grade than he got! Voldemort was quite competitive and he didn't want like.

Nevertheless, the exposure risk was too high. Computers wouldn't work within Hogwarts' territory so Voldemort would just have to do it himself. But since he didn't know a thing about computers (well, aside from what he had read which had proven how complicated it was) he would have to get some help. However, there was still the small issue of him despising all Muggles. Except Hermione's parents.

Hermione had been very shocked when he brought them up and he hadn't let her answer him before he disappeared with a victorious smirk. Now, the morning after, he was making his way up to the Granger's house. It was Sunday so he hoped they would be home.

Lady Luck was on his side. Rose opened the door with a surprised smile. "Tom! How good to see you! Please come in. Is everything alright?"

Voldemort smiled and stepped inside. "Yes, everything is fine. How are you?"

"Good, thank you. And you?" Hugo came out too and similar greetings were exchanged.

The Grangers asked him into their living room and invited him for some morning tea.

"So, Tom, what brings you here?" Hugo asked after some small talk.

Voldemort put on his best charming face. "Well, it's about the project Hermione and I have been working on. It is really wonderful that we had Hermione on the team, but now when she is back at Hogwarts to finish her NEWT's, she can't help us as much as before. But I did talk to her last night about a translating problem I have. She mentioned that computers these days could do incredible things with language and I was intrigued... the problem is that I don't know a thing about computers and I have no one to ask, besides you. I don't want to disturb Hermione in her studies but she mentioned that you," Voldemort nodded toward Hugo "know quite a bit about computers and I was wondering if you may be able to help me?"

Hugo looked quite surprised over the request, but still flattered. "I'm not sure I know that much but... well, I guess I could show you a thing or two. What is it that you want to translate?"

Voldemort opened his backpack and took out a copy of the first book he had found that was from Atlantis. Hugo looked at them with a frown.

"Are these hieroglyphs?" he asked.

Voldemort shook his head. "They are much older than that. I can't speak too much about the project, but these are from a very ancient civilisation and it's very important that we find a way to understand them."

Hugo seemed thoughtful. "Well, I don't have the right equipment for these things here, but I know a man down at the library that may be able to help you. Do you want to go there?"

Voldemort was reluctant to involve more Muggles, but there were memory-charms for these sorts of things. "Very well. Where is the library?"

"I can drive you there," Rose said. "I have some books that need to be returned."

Not seeing how he could say no to that in a kind way, Voldemort just smiled and thanked her. Fifteen minutes later, he sat at the back of the Granger's car. He had never liked them. They were too loud, smelled bad and was just plain unnatural. Nevertheless, he kept himself in a good mood by planning a great "accident" at a car-factory.

Once at the library, the Grangers introduced him to an awkwardly tall young man named Calvin, who lit up when he heard that Voldemort needed something translated. The Grangers asked him if he wanted to come for dinner later, but now Voldemort declined, calming he needed to observe the work. The Grangers left and Voldemort followed the tall man to a room in the back which was filled with buzzing things. Calvin talked very quickly about how everything worked and Voldemort listened carefully. Perhaps it could be a way to turn this into a spell? He started to take notes and let Calvin scan the Atlantis symbols into the computer. Then he pressed several keys on the keyboard and the screen started to show pictures very fast.

"How long will it take?" Voldemort asked.

"Depends. A couple of days, I think. I can call you when I come up with something if you'd like?" Calvin suggested.

Voldemort was very reluctant to leave information of Atlantis behind, even if the chances for another wizard stumbling over it here was close to zero. Nevertheless, he couldn't sit here for a couple of days.

"I don't own a phone," Voldemort replied. "I'll come by tomorrow and see if you have made any progress."

But the computer wasn't done the next day, or the day after that. The third day Voldemort was loosing patience and Calvin would never know how close he came to be brutally tortured because just a couple of minutes after Voldemort's arrival, the computer stopped. Calvin printed out the result and Voldemort snatched the papers from him before he had a chance to read it.

He stared at the first paper.

He stared a bit more.

Oh, fucking Merlin.

A Muggle invention had managed to do in three days what he had failed to do in three months. Voldemort shock in fury.

The next day's headline was about a mysterious fire taking place in an office at the public library. The police claimed that all the computers in the room must have started to burn. One man died.

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Hermione was very angry when Voldemort left, telling her that he would go and see her parents. At first, she had been worried he would do something toward them. Then she realised that even if Voldemort was a sadistic megalomaniac, he wouldn't do that to her. However, she didn't want to make them suspicious by sending a letter, asking what Voldemort had done with them. So instead she spent the week working hard on her schoolwork and thinking that if something would happen, someone would let her know.

Friday morning she sat with Ginny in the Great Hall for breakfast when the owl-post arrived. Hermione was quite surprised when an owl landed in front of her, but her flash of worry was erased when she recognised her mother's handwriting on the envelope.

Dear Hermione

How are you? I really hope you aren't stressing too much over schoolwork. You are a very talented girl, you'll do alright without stressing. Tom came to visit us last week, he is such a sweet boy, but he said you had a lot to do, so I just want to know if you are okay.

Dad and I have just been to… (Rose had written lengthy about a dentist congress they had been to and a little about her relatives; the cousin who had just got married was pregnant and so on). And I'm also afraid I have some bad news. You remember Calvin, the boy you used to visit sometimes when you were here over the summer? I'm afraid he has passed away. There was an accident in the library, a fire, and the firemen thought Calvin must have fallen asleep. I'm so sorry. I know you weren't very close anymore, but I thought you should know. The funeral is next week so if you want us to buy flowers or something from you, let us know.

Love,

Mum

Hermione frowned over the last sentences. She wasn't sure how she would react to the news that one of her old Muggle-friends had died. They had never been that close; Hermione hadn't had any close friends before she came to Hogwarts, and Calvin was a bit older than she. But they had lived quite close to each other and sometimes on the weekends and holidays they had got together in the park and talked and played. Calvin had been very interested in technical things and liked to talk about that. Since Hermione had always liked to learn, it had been a nice friendship. Of course, when she started at Hogwarts she had almost lost all contact with him, only doing small talk if they met during the summer and such things. It felt so strange to know that he was gone. Because life was so tense in the wizarding world, she had never really considered someone she knew in the Muggle-world dying. It just felt… strange.

"What's the matter with you?" Ginny finally interrupted her thoughts.

Hermione looked up. She could feel tears rising in her eyes. "My mum said that an old friend of mine just died." She dried her eyes. "I'm just… we weren't that close or anything, it's just sad. He is… was so young."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ginny said and gave her a tight hug. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Hermione sighed. "Maybe later. I need to get to class. I'm just… well, a bit shocked, you know."

Ginny nodded in understanding and followed Hermione up to class. For the rest of the day, Hermione felt like she was walking around in her own bubble. She just didn't know if she ought to have a good cry over it or just shrug it off. She was sad Calvin died, he had always been nice and a little of an outside just like her. Although, he had had other friends which she never got to meet when she was young because he had been embarrassed hanging out with a three years younger girl. Still, he was always friendly when they were alone. She should write back to her mum and ask her to buy a flower. That was the least she could do. Maybe she should even go there herself?

Before she managed to decide, day turned into night and she figured that she should sleep on it. She hadn't even pulled the blanket over her when Voldemort Apparated into the room. His eyes were glowing in excitement.

"I've done it!" he squealed. "I know how to read it! It really is the very beginning of all languages so all I had to do was to let the computer find the common links between the Atlantis language and all other languages. It took me a couple of days to get it all together, but now I can read it! And you'll never believe what it says!"

Hermione looked at him, for once not managing to get excited.

When he noticed, he frowned and came over to the bed. "What happened?"

She sighed. "It's just… my mum just sent me a letter telling me an old friend of mine passed away. I guess I'm still a bit shocked."

Voldemort's frown deepened. "An old Muggle friend?"

"Yeah, Calvin Mitchell, we have known each other since kindergarten and we used to play together. It's just so sad…" She sighed again and looked up at him. Voldemort was wearing a very peculiar face. It was almost like… "Do you know something?"

Voldemort's face turned unreadable at once. "Know something? About your Muggle friend? Why would I?"

Hermione became suspicious. "I don't know… you just look like you know something." Her brain worked, trying to find some connection between Voldemort and Calvin. Had they met during Christmas? No, and she highly doubted Calvin had come by when she was gone. Perhaps she was just paranoid. Or…? "Mum wrote that you had visited them?"

"Ah, yes, since you wouldn't help me. My list of Muggle associates is quite short," he said with a small smile. "However, it was successful. Your parents helped me with the computer and I did the rest. So now I can read the language."

"How did my parents manage to help you with the computer? I mean, I had an idea, but that would require scanning, and my parents don't have a scanner," she asked, more suspicious. Especially because he seemed reluctant to tell her how he managed to translate the language. He was always so eager to tell her exactly how he managed to do something.

"Well, no, but we borrowed on at the library," he said, obviously getting quite annoyed that she didn't ask him about the results.

"The library? Like the library Calvin worked on?" she gasped, the pieces falling together. "You did have something to do with that accident!"

He sighed and pulled his fingers through his hair. "Hermione…"

Hermione flew up from the bed. "I can see it in your face! You killed him didn't you? Why did you kill him?" She was surprised and hurt.

He stood too and gripped her shoulders. "I didn't know he was your friend! But it was just an accident! I lost control and things started exploding. I just barely managed to Apparate out there myself!"

Tears blurred her vision. It had finally happened. Deep down, she had known this would happen, but she had never thought Voldemort would kill someone she knew from the Muggle world. She had been so worried about Harry and the others in the Order. Although, it was her fault Calvin had died. If she hadn't invited Voldemort over to her parents, he would never have gone to them for help. Or, if she hadn't told Voldemort about computers, he wouldn't have got the idea to ask Muggles for help.

If she never had fallen in love with him, none of this would have happened.

She pulled out of his grip. "I think you should leave," she whispered.

He took her wrists. "Hermione," he said sternly. "He was just a Muggle."

Just like last time he had made her angry, she lashed out with her magic and he flew into the wall. But this time she didn't wait until he got up, she turned around and fled down the stairs. Voldemort wouldn't dare to follow her and risk being seen by other students.

"Hermione!" Ginny was suddenly next to her, holding her closely.

Hermione was too upset to speak. Ginny obviously thought she was upset about Calvin, but that wasn't all of it. Hermione cried because she could no longer hide from the fact that Voldemort was still very evil. And she had helped him. She had fallen in love with him. Ginny lead her to the sixth years' dorm and comforted her until Hermione fell into an exhausted sleep on her friend's bed.

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Voldemort stared after Hermione as she ran out of the room. He knew he had really messed things up now. Although, she couldn't just run off like that! He wanted to discuss his new amazing insight of the greatest secret of Atlantis.

He cursed. Maybe it would be best if he left her alone for a while. She would call on him when she was curious enough and then he wouldn't have to apologise for killing that worthless Muggle and everything would be alright between them again. Yes, that seemed reasonable.

Sighing, he Apparated away.

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When Aluga came to London, she had developed a plan on how to find Voldemort. First she would find the chosen boy and his gang. She remembered Sirius telling her about the Order of the Phoenix and how they had fought against Voldemort. If she showed them how much she hated Voldemort, they would no doubt help her find him.

The problem was that she hadn't counted on the grief she would feel when she sat her foot on British soil for the second time in her life. It was in London she had lost the trail of the son three hundred years ago. It was in London she had felt him die. She lost herself in that memory. It had been early morning and she had woken up, for a moment hearing her son scream in agony before he died. She had been beside herself in grief for years after that. Now she was back and the walls she had carefully built around her to hide herself from the grief fell.

How she hated this world. And it was all Voldemort's fault she had to be here again. Not only did she want to punish him, but the secrets of Atlantis must be kept. Although, mostly her search was personal. She had never found the ones who killed her son. A part of her wanted to think that Voldemort was responsible for that as well, just as he was responsible for the deaths a lot of other sons. Logically, she knew that this was impossible, but grief could turn the most rational person blind.

It took her almost a week to find wizards in London. Once she did, she rented a room over a place called The Leaky Cauldron and waited. There were so many people here! Aluga felt her mind spinning with everything she saw them. Two weeks went by, then she finally saw someone that could help her.

Aluga had been the one to remove Sirius' memories when he first came to Atlantis. Sirius had desperately wanted to get back to where he came from, but since that was against the law, they had a procedures to make it easier for the newly arrives. She had removed everything from his mind that kept him attach to the outside world and then slowly returned them over time as Sirius settled in. It took over a year, but once he had got all memories back, she had since long got his trust. If Voldemort and the others hadn't come, Sirius would probably never have tried to escape. But after the unfortunate death of Remus, it seemed his feelings for the outside world returned as well.

Nevertheless, since she had removed Sirius' memories, she had also seen them. He had a lot of memories about a red-haired family called the Weasleys and now two of them had just stepped into The Leaky Cauldron. They were twins and she remembered them being called Fred and George. As they made their way toward Diagon Alley, she rose and followed them carefully. For over half-an-hour she followed on a distance. When they went into the apothecary, she stood outside and pretended to inspect some beetles' eyes. When they picked up some books at another shop, she hid in the shop at the opposite side of the street. Finally they entered a place called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Aluga cursed. Her unwillingness to walk among a lot of people had made her miss the fact that there was a very easy way to come in contact with the Weasleys. Very well, now was her chance.

She stepped into the shop and felt her whole body freeze when she saw how many people were inside. Someone came in after her and tried to pass her, forcing her to move forward into the shop. People didn't seem to notice her. A young child stepped on her foot when he ran to look at some thing on a shelf. He didn't notice the deadly glare she gave him so she started to look around after the red-haired twins. They were no where to be seen. She started to make her way slowly through the crowd, looking everywhere. The noises were loud and she started to get a headache. She really, really didn't like to be around this many people. Someone accidentally elbowed her. She looked to her left and saw a short woman carrying a lot of boxes. Didn't people even apologise in this uncivilised land?

Her headache increased and she decided to try her luck on the next floor. She fought her way up the stairs. Where could they have gone? Once she was up, she immediately regretted her decision. Apparently there were some sort of showing up here and there were even more people, fighting to get a good spot so they could see what was happening on the small scene. Aluga turned around, intending to get back down, but more people came up the stairs and blocked her way. She could feel the panic rise. There was a great explosion behind her and she spun around, ready to fight. A great bird came straight at her. With a shriek she covered her face and felt magic leave her body. A snapping sound, and she felt herself being covered with feathers. Then she blacked out.

When she woke up again, she saw one of the twins standing over her. She sat up, too quickly and felt her head starting to spin again.

"Relax, there," the red-haired man said. "You fainted, I've just taken you to our office."

When she could focus her eyes again, she noticed that she and the man were alone inside a small room. She had been lying on a bench and everywhere around her, things was lying over each other. Most of the things seemed half-finished. She took a couple of deep breaths. Outside the door she could hear the noise of the crowd. She really didn't want to go back out there.

"Do you want something to drink?" the man asked and made a gesture to a bottle of water.

She nodded. The water here was disgusting, but her throat felt soar. "Thank you," she said once she had drunken a mouthful. She hadn't talked much since she left South America, so the words felt a bit uneasy in her mouth.

The man was watching her curiously. "You are not from around here, are you?"

She shook her head and decided that this was a good time as any to ask him for help. "I've travelled very far. But now I'm not sure where to go anymore."

He frowned. "Why are you here then?"

She looked up at him. "Do you know who Voldemort is?"

Of course she knew he did, but it was still interesting to see his reaction. He paled and at once became very suspicious. "I do."

"Do you know where he is?" she asked in a soft voice. Not that she expected him to tell her just like that, but still…

"Why do you want to know?" He was gripping his wand inside his robe, she could see it.

"Because I want to punish him for what he has done," she said at once calm and dead serious.

It took her over an hour to convince him that she was serious. Then his brother came and she had to convince him too. When the store closed, another man came. The twins called him Mad-Eye, and he really had a mad eye. He was also very rude and wanted to give Aluga some sort of truth-serum to know that she was telling the truth. That made her loose the little patience she had. After something that could only be called a tantrum, Moody knocked her out. The next time she woke up, she was locked inside a small room. Just great.
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