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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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Okay, slightly strange Warning in this chapter. It’s both in the torture section (even if no one gets hurt) and in the smut section (even if no one has sex). Beware! Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

QueenRuby: Oh, nice with a new story! I’m writing two at the moment… or, I did. I haven’t written on one of them since… April? Ah, anyway, it’s nice to be able to jump back and forth between two stories like that sometimes. But one of them does seem to come in the shadow of the other after a while… oh, and there aren’t so many chapter left now! Only four after this one… (counting the epilogue). And that’s always the problem with made up named. I pronounce Aluga Al-úga (like Al, the male name and uga as in… sometime a cave-person could say to another cave-person.) Oh, well, enjoy this chapter! Nonentity: nope, I’ve realised that Aluga is not a very likeable person. Oh, well. She’ll serve her purpose, don’t worry! And you’ll find out more about Voldemort and Clavin in the chapter after next! Or was it chapter 26? Ah, either way, you’ll find out. Thanks for reviewing!

Mrequecky: Aluga is a rather sensitive woman who hides it by playing tough. So I’m not surprised people find her bitchy! But she is a rather minor character so I hope you don’t get annoyed by her too much! Soniab: Well… he did say that is was a mistake. There’s only the question on whether you can trust that or not. Oh, well. But actually did leave her alone for quite a while! But more about it in this chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 23

Hermione became really depressed after she discovered that Voldemort killed her friend. She still went to class and did whatever the teacher asked her too, but she just couldn't find the energy to do anything else. Her apatite was gone and if Ginny hadn't been sitting next to her at every meal, forcing her to eat, she wouldn't have eaten at all. She knew she was heartbroken, but she felt bad for ever have loved Voldemort. She felt even worse when she realised she still loved him.

Even if she tried hard not to think about him while awake, she couldn't control her dreams. She longed for him, but her reasonable mind reminded her not to give in. Still, she was afraid. Voldemort had made it clear ever since he kidnapped her that he wouldn't let her leave. He had become even more possessive once they started sleeping together. She knew he wouldn't let her leave, but because she could no longer justify staying with him even to herself, she didn't know what to do. It felt like she was torn apart!

At the end of April, McGonagall called Hermione to her office after her final class of the week. It seemed the headmistress was worried for her as well.

"You don't look very well, Hermione," McGonagall said and asked her to sit down in one of the comfortable armchairs at the opposite side of the headmistress desk.

Hermione sighed. She really didn't know what to say. "Just stressed, I think."

"Yes, your school work is outstanding and I assume there is a lot of work behind it," McGonagall allowed. "However, I had a chat with Miss Weasley."

Hermione looked up, surprised. Ginny had talked to McGonagall about her?

McGonagall read her look correctly. "Your friend is very concerned about you and on the latest prefect meeting she told me that a friend of yours passed away?"

Hermione felt a stab in her heart and looked down again, nodding.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Hermione," McGonagall said in a voice full of sympathy. "And after everything else that has happened to you…" McGonagall sighed and rose from behind her desk. She came up to Hermione and squeezed her shoulder. "You are a very strong and brave girl. But sometimes you simply can't deal with everything yourself. If there is anything I can do to help you, just let me know."

Hermione could feel tears rising in her eyes again. She cried easily these days. Merlin, she wished she could just tell McGonagall all her problems. She wished someone else could fix her problem for her!

"Or if you just want to talk," McGonagall suggested in a friendly voice.

Her bubble busted. "It's my fault," she cried out. She immediately regretted it when she saw the headmistress worried expression. Why had she said that? However, now she would need to explain.

McGonagall waited patiently.

"Voldemort contacted me again," Hermione said in a low voice. "He needed something done, but I said I didn't have time. Since I'm here, there was nothing he could do to hurt me… but he was still persuasive. At the end I told him about this idea I'd got which had to do with computers. That's a Muggle invention. It stores knowledge and processes it," she explained when McGonagall looked confused. "Anyway, there are computers at most library in the Muggle world these days and he… he went to the library where my friend works. I don't know if he knew he was my friend, but he killed him anyway." Hermione started crying. It did feel good to have it said, but now she felt bad because she hadn't told McGonagall the whole truth. But how could she? If McGonagall knew Voldemort could enter the castle at any time…

Her thoughts were interrupted when McGonagall pulled her into a hug. "It wasn't your fault, Hermione," the older woman whispered.

They sat quietly for a while. As Hermione calmed down, she started to feel embarrassed by her outburst. She just wanted to skip dinner and go to bed.

"I think you could use some change of space, Hermione," McGonagall said with a last squeeze on her shoulder before she stood. "I have some errands to run in London before they close today. Why don't you help me? I'll of course buy you some dinner in London."

Hermione was very surprised by McGonagall's offer. Most of her fellow students would probably feel awkward to spend their spare time with their teachers, but Hermione had always been more mature and she was sure that it would have been very nice if she had just been in a better mood. What surprised Hermione more was that McGonagall seemed to consider her more of an equal than just a student. Although, hadn't she called Hermione by her first name ever since she came back? Oh, what the hell, perhaps was she really needed was some change of space?

"I think I'd like that," Hermione said.

McGonagall beamed at her. "Then why don't you go and get your cloak and what else you need? I'll wait for you down at the entrance hall."

Said and done, half an hour later, Hermione and McGonagall were making their way down to the gates of Hogwarts. They Apparated to Diagon Alley and Hermione followed the headmistress to several stores. It seemed McGonagall had some restocking to do. Hermione was flattered when McGonagall asked for her suggestion when they were in the bookstore to order copies of the newest books to the library.

Hermione felt much easier at mind as they walked. It really was nice to have something else to do; a break in the routines. It took her mind of Voldemort and Calvin's death.

When they exit the last store, it was getting dark outside. McGonagall started to ask Hermione where she wanted to eat when they saw Moody walking down the street. McGonagall greeted him.

"What brings you here, Alastor?" she asked.

Moody gave Hermione a suspicious look. "I just came from the Weasley twin. I was about to go to Hogwarts, but now that you are here… perhaps we could have a word alone?"

"Certainly," McGonagall said. "Why don't you join Hermione and me to the new pub next to Gringotts? I've heard the food is excellent there."

Moody agreed and the three went together, speaking about the weather and things like that. When they entered the pub, Hermione sat down and waited at the table as McGonagall and Moody went up to the bar and ordered food. There were a lot of people in here, but the volume wasn't very high. People were much more careful with what they said these days. Since she was curious about the news Moody had for McGonagall, Hermione focused her werewolf-hearing toward them. She had realised some time ago that if she concentrated, she could hear even more than normal.

"… took her to the headquarters," Moody just finished saying. "Thought you and the others wanted to talk to her as well. She is a feisty little thing."

"And she says she has come here to punish You-Know-Who?" McGonagall sounded shocked.

"She was very clear on that part, but otherwise she wouldn't tell us a thing," Moody grumbled. "Don't know where she comes from. She doesn't have a wand, but she can do magic anyway. If she really wants to punish him, we would get an advantage. But she could be another spy…"

Hermione felt herself pale and stopped listing. A woman who could do magic without a wand had come to punish Voldemort? It had to be someone from Atlantis! Shit! She had to warn Voldemort! Then she remembered she shouldn't contact him. Damnit! What was she supposed to do?

She thought hard for a while, but then she suddenly got the feeling she was being watched. Turning to her left she saw a dark haired man just turn his head away. Had he been staring at her? She didn't recognise him. Just then, McGonagall came back to the table with their food. When Hermione looked toward the man again, he was gone.

"So, Hermione," McGonagall said, taking her mind away from the man who may or may not have watched her. "What do you think of the food?"

They sat talking for a good hour. McGonagall insisted Hermione to have some dessert and Hermione ordered an ice-cream and then they sat for some time more. It was well past curfew when McGonagall finally took her back to the castle. Hermione was yawing as she went to bed. After the horrible month she had had, this evening had been really nice. Even if she had found out that someone from Atlantis had come to punish Voldemort. Although, she could worry about that the next day.

It didn't take her long to fall asleep. However, as usual she dreamt about Voldemort. The dream was of the erotic kind. She saw her lover rise from a bath, the water caressing his body as it fell. He pulled his hair back and looked at her with heated eyes. Then suddenly he was next to her. Hermione moaned in her sleep as he started to touch her. No, she shouldn't dream about him this way, she knew she shouldn't.

As so many nights before, Hermione forced herself to wake up. But this time, instead of feeling sick for dreaming erotic dreams about the man who killed a friend of hers, she felt a deep ache in the lower part of her stomach. She cursed, but allowed her hand to travel down between her legs. Rubbing her clit, she tried not to think about Voldemort. It only took her a minute to climax. However, it wasn't enough. She still felt honey as hell.

After she had climaxed for the third time, she started to get desperate. The ache in her body seemed to increase every time she brought herself off. She was sweating like crazy and her hair lay slicked against her face. Maybe a cold shower?

Trembling with unfulfilled need she stepped into the shower and turned on the coldest water. It felt so nice against her hot skin. She moaned and once again her hand found its way down to her pussy. She rubbed furiously, but once again, her climax left her unsatisfied. Through the lustful haze, Hermione realised that there was something wrong with her. She should go to Madam Pomfrey. Although, another part of her wanted to press the mark on her left forearm and go to Voldemort.

She winced and got out of the shower. No! She wouldn't come crawling back to Voldemort! For all she knew, he may have cast some sort of spell on her. As she thought about it, it started to make sense. Voldemort was wicked enough to give her some lust-potion to make her come to him. Well, she wouldn't give him that pleasure. Pulling on a nightgown, she made her way out from the Gryffindor tower and down the corridor. She was in the same corridor as the hospital when Professor Finners rounded the corner.

"Miss Granger?" he said, very surprised. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

Hermione wasn't listing. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that her Defence-teacher was a man. He was middle-aged, just starting to get some grey in his thick brown hair. He had nice big hands Hermione suddenly want to fell on her body.

"Miss Granger?" He sounded worried now. Hermione didn't care. She licked her lips and advanced on him. She forced his head down in a kiss. Finners froze. Her hands found their way beneath his robe and she was pleased to note that he had a firm stomach. A shudder went through him. Then, suddenly, he was pulled away from her with a massive force. Hermione opened her eyes and shrieked in annoyance. Finners was laying a couple of yards away from her, vomiting violently. Why had that happen?

If Hermione had been a little less horny, she may have remembered the spell Voldemort had put on her which made it impossible for men with the intention to have sex with her to touch her. Since she didn't remember, she was just angry. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she wanted someone to touch it now!

Pomfrey came running toward them. Apparently Hermione's scream had woken her. "Miss Granger? Professor Finners? What happened?"

Hermione was sobbing of need now, not caring who saw, she started to massage her breasts. Merlin, why couldn't she just get off? She needed to get off! Pomfrey had been busy taking care of Finners, but when turned around, her eyes widened at Hermione's actions. She came over to her and made a quick examination.

"Oh, poor dear, someone has given you a rather potent lust-potion, haven't they?" Pomfrey took her arm and led her into the hospital. "Just sit down here, Hermione and I'll give you an antidote, then we will find whoever did this. Lust potions are highly illegal at Hogwarts. There will be severe consequences for this."

A moment later she came back with a bottle of potion and ordered Hermione to drink it down. She did. It couldn't have taken more than ten seconds before they both realised it had been a bad idea. Now it felt like her whole body was on fire. Her pussy hurt so much. Hermione screamed and screamed. She was feeling so much! When Pomfrey took her shoulders to calm her down, it felt like she was breaking them. Hermione screamed even higher. Pomfrey cried out a spell and Hermione started to vomit. The potion she had just drunken came up again and the intense feeling lessened. But she still felt horny and her pussy hurt over the need to be touched. Hermione brought her hand down again, but Pomfrey caught it. Hermione could no longer hear what she was saying, she could no longer think. Why wouldn't someone touch her?

Blissful darkness overtook her.

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Voldemort awoke with his heart beating rapidly. Something was terribly wrong. One of his warnings spell had gone off! But it wasn't anyone close. No one was trying to break into his room or the mansion. His storage-room was safe too. So what spell had been… Hermione! He jumped out of bed. Another man was touching her in a sexual way! That little slut! Well his spell hat taken care of the man, but he couldn't let her get away with it! She was his, even if she wouldn't talk to him! Cursing angrily, he pulled on a robe.

She hadn't contacted him once since she ran away from him a month ago. He had promised himself not to contact her until she was ready, but now when she had taken so long time to do it, he was getting quite angry with her. So what if he had killed a stupid Muggle? He had killed many before and she knew it! She had no right to be angry with him for this long!

He cursed again, his anger rising. Damn that girl for getting under his skin like this. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he missed her deeply. At first he had been angry and disappointed that she wouldn't contact him to find out what he had managed to find about Atlantis. He wanted her view on it, but if not even her curiosity could manage to get her to talk to him, what would?

Well, now he didn't care anymore. He would go to the girl and drag her back here. He was sick and tired of waiting for her. He was Lord Voldemort! He didn't wait for anyone!

Although… he hesitated. Perhaps it wasn't for the best to just storm in. If he turned himself invisible, he wouldn't risk exposing himself. He didn't know which man had touched her. It could be Potter, or someone inside Hogwarts. He didn't want them to know all his secrets.

A moment later, he Apparated invisible and soundless to where the Dark Mark told him Hermione was. The sight that met him made his anger change to horror. Hermione was lying on a bed in the hospital wing, screaming like the world was over. What had happened? The school nurse (was it Pomfrey?) cried out a spell and Hermione started to vomit. When she was lying down again, her screams was replaced by sobs and groans. Pomfrey mumbled another spell and Hermione passed out.

What had happened with her? Voldemort wondered if he should go over to her or wait until someone said something.

Just then, the man who was lying on the bed next to Hermione's sat up with a groan. "What happened?"

Pomfrey looked up. "I don't know, professor. What is the last thing you remembered before you passed out?"

Voldemort eyes narrowed when he saw the teacher blush.

"I'm not quite sure. I was patrolling the halls when Miss Granger showed up. She looked quite crazy actually. Then she just grabbed me and kissed me! I didn't know what to do, but in the next moment I was pushed away and… I must have fainted." He looked very confused. Voldemort heard he wasn't lying, but he must have found Hermione attractive, otherwise the spell wouldn't have kicked in. Voldemort memorised his face. This man would soon have a rather nasty accident in a dark alley.

Pomfrey looked suspicious. She went to the fire, threw in some floo-powder and called for the headmistress. A moment later McGonagall showed up. She was very shocked to see Hermione lie on the bed.

"What's wrong with Miss Granger?" she asked.

"I thought she had been poisoned with lust potion, but when I gave her the antidote she only got worse! I don't know what to do, but her fever is rising too quickly for my taste. I made her unconscious so at least she wouldn't suffer," Pomfrey explained quickly.

"A lust potion?" McGonagall looked horrified. "But how? I spent the whole night with her in Diagon Alley! We ate the same food!"

Voldemort felt himself grow cold. He only knew of one lust potion that would make the victim worse when given an antidote. Severus had developed it for him. Of course! That was why she had tried to kiss her teacher! Voldemort felt relieved that she hadn't tried to shag someone else by her own accord. Then he got worried again. Who had poisoned her? And how on earth would he manage to give her the antidote without her teachers finding out? He couldn't just take her and Apparate away until the other three left the room. If they did, he could make it look like she had just woken up and run off. Not like he had saved her.

He watched with increased worry as McGonagall and Pomfrey tried to find a way to help Hermione. The male teacher, who McGonagall called Timothy, tried to help too, but when he touched Hermione, he was thrown back and vomited before he fell unconscious. The two women correctly assumed it had something to do with him touching Hermione, but blamed it on the potion. They sent him back to his own room.

Voldemort became more and more impatient. Someone must have poisoned Hermione's food when she was out in Diagon Alley eating. He guessed that had been around seven. It was now four o'clock in the morning. Most victim of this potion went mad with lust after just twelve hours. He didn't know if it was the same if the victim was unconscious (he hadn't let his victim fall unconscious), but he didn't want to risk it. Alas he decided that if the two women couldn't come up with a solution before six o'clock, he would reveal himself, no matter what.

At five o'clock however, McGonagall asked Pomfrey to leave.

"This girl needs me, Minerva!" Pomfrey objected, sounding very tired and distressed.

"But apparently your knowledge isn't enough," McGonagall retorted, also distressed. "I know someone who may be able to help, but I can't risk him being seen. Please leave so I can call for him. Try to get some sleep. If this doesn't work, I will call for you again."

Pomfrey did what she was asked, but muttered under her breath all the way to her office. Voldemort watched McGonagall curiously. Who did she have in mind? The answer became clear when she called for Severus Snape. A minute later, the Potions Master stepped out from the fire.

"I'm not saying I trust you, Snape," McGonagall said bitterly. "But there is something horrible wrong with Miss Granger and I don't know who else to call for."

Severus simply nodded. He looked around in the room. Voldemort suddenly realised Severus must sense his present due to the Mark. Damn. Oh, well, his Death Eater wouldn't expose him. At least not if he knew what was best for him.

McGonagall told him what they knew about Hermione's condition and when Severus' expression grew dark, Voldemort knew Severus reached the same conclusion as he had.

"It sound as if Miss Granger has been poisoned with a potion the Death Eaters commonly use to interrogate prisoners," Severus said bitterly and went over to Hermione. "It's the only lust potion I know off where the common antidotes don't work."

"Do you know what does work?" McGonagall asked eagerly.

Severus hesitated. "Sperm."

McGonagall gasped. "Of all the sick twisted things…"

"I know, Minerva," Severus said in a low voice. "However, Miss Granger did make some enemies among the Death Eaters while she was kidnapped. If it weren't for the Dark Lord, I know at least one person who would have given her this potion a long time ago."

Voldemort mentally groaned. Lucius! Of course. No doubt had his will for revenge increased when Hermione gave him a lesson in his own house. Damn that man! Voldemort would have to deal with him when he got back. But first he still had to take care of Hermione. Perhaps Snape could help him.

He soundlessly stepped up to Severus and touched his shoulder. The younger man twitched a little, but otherwise didn't give away his surprise.

Voldemort leaned closer to him so he had his mouth right next to Severus ear. "Only I can help her," he said in an almost soundless whisper.

"So we just have to give her some… sperm and she will be better?" McGonagall asked with a grimace.

"It's not that simple," Severus said. "The sperm has to be alive, and as you know, sperm dies very quickly if it's outside the body. And also, when she has had the potion inside of her for this long, it will no longer work with just a little sperm… and neither can it be taken orally in this state. It will take too long for it to work if it goes through the digestive system. I'm afraid it has to be taken either vaginally or anally so it can quicker get into the affected areas."

McGonagall stared at him in shock. "Are you saying that someone has to have intercourse with Hermione?"

"In theory, yes," Severus answered. "But I'm afraid it's a bit more difficult still."

"Do tell," McGonagall said in a weak voice. She looked both sick and shocked at the news.

"Miss Granger is under the influence of another curse," Severus said with a sigh. "If a man with sexual intentions tries to touch her, he will feel pain."

"Why on earth would anyone put her under that curse?" McGonagall seemed to be wondering whether this could get any worse.

"The Dark Lord is quite possessive over his things," Severus said mildly. "And I'm afraid, if we want Miss Granger to live, we'll have to give her to him."

McGonagall gaped in silent for several minutes. "But we can't do that!" she finally exclaimed. "Do you have any idea of what that monster has done to her?"

"Quite a bit, actually," Severus replied with a grimace that made Voldemort chuckle.

"He killed her Muggle friend!" McGonagall continued to rant, making Voldemort's chuckle freeze. "And the poor girl is already blaming herself for it. We can't give her to him!"

How on earth did McGonagall know that? Voldemort looked at Hermione. What had she told the headmistress? Just then, a clock stroked six. Damn, he had only an hour left to do something.

"I'm sorry, Minerva," Severus said and he actually looked sorry. "But unless you want her to die…"

Just then, Hermione started to move and groan. It would appear the spell Pomfrey had cast on her couldn't keep her unconscious anymore. Voldemort knew she must feel horrible. On other victims, the potion had made them scratch their genitals bloody by now, trying to get the ache to go away. Someone should really bind her hands before she did it too.

Lucky for him, Severus got the same idea.

"What are you doing?" McGonagall shrieked when Severus bound Hermione's hands and tied them to the bed post over her head.

"She will hurt herself otherwise," Severus said in a tired voice. "I've seen this potion work before. And we don't have much time left either. Her fever is already too high and if we don't act soon, she will go mad with need."

"But we can't call You-Know-Who!" McGonagall said desperately. "There has to be another way!"

Severus shook his head. "It would take too long to develop another antidote. Miss Granger has an hour at most before the damage may be permanent."

The headmistress looked very old as she closed her eyes and thought over her option. "What makes you think he will help her?"

"I'm sure he will. But it's not my place to tell you why. That is up to Miss Granger if she wish it," Severus said gravely.

McGonagall pressed her lips together. From the bed, Hermione let out a cry.

"But do we really have time to take her to him?" she asked anxiously.

Voldemort's patient was up. He changed his appearance and turned himself visible. "You don't have to, Minerva. I'm already here."
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