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The Contract	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55312 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hello readers! Here you have a new chapter and guess what? I’ll update again on Thursday or Friday!

Review-answers!

Heidi191976; You will find out why Hermione is missing in this chapter, although she won’t be back with her husband and son just yet… And yes, Voldemort is a very harsh man. Thanks for reviewing!

Lyra Aphrodite Moon; Hehe, here you have chapter 24! I have made some small changes in the end, hope you like it!

Kamarile Sedai; I love your long reviews! Although, since I have already given you a replay over AIM, I hope you forgive me if I don’t answer it all here again. However, I think I missed one thing about Dmitri. Yes, it would be very interesting to see what kind of boy Dmitri turned out to be with those two as parents, so I think I’ll write a one-short sequel which will all be about Dmitri in one situation! I have had it in my mind for quite some time now, so we’ll see. I have already finished the Reya-spin-off I was talking about and in next chapter you’ll see why I have planned to write a spin-off. Perhaps you’ll even get an idea in this chapter…

And you will have a lot of your other questions answered in this chapter! Thanks for reviewing!

TheWinterWolf; I’m glad you like the story! I hope this chapter will be even better, even if it may be a bit short…

Amy; Now you won’t have to wait anymore! And a new chapter will be up in a couple of days as well!

Scarletwitchextreme; Hehe, I’m glad you like the plot and the smut! I hope I’m getting better at writing it… oh, well. I don’t think Dmitri will be too bad off. Or, well… I don’t think Voldemort would harm him, not really anyway! Thanks for reviewing!

Ginnylovesharry07; Hm, the fire and stuff was just a pretty magical stuff, I won’t use it again. It was just there to make it all more mystical! Thanks for reviwing!

Chapter 24

Even if Voldemort had promised to kill her, Reya Radcliff was the one brave enough to come to him and tell him what had happened. After he left Brazil, Hermione transported Severus to a wizarding hospital. Then, she returned back to Reya and waited for the morning. Once Reya turned back into a human, the two of them checked out of the hotel and left. As neither of them were wanted, they had decided to take the transatlantic Floo back to England.

Before then, they stopped to eat breakfast at a small Muggle restaurant next to the Brazilian Ministry. When they left the restaurant, a couple of hooded men had grabbed Hermione and drove away with her in a Muggle car. Reya had cast spells after them and been arrested by the Brazil Ministry. It took a week for her to find someone who understood what she was saying. After that, she was released and the Brazilian Aurors had started to search for Hermione. Without results.

Voldemort didn’t kill the werewolf, but he did torture her for letting Hermione get kidnapped.

When Reya managed to leave the office, limping and sobbing, Voldemort leaned back in his chair. This would be a good lesson for Hermione. He was the only one who could protect her. If she left him, she would get in trouble. The kidnappers would probably send him a letter with their demands soon enough. He didn’t need to worry yet. If they knew anything about trading, they would keep her alive. He didn’t think these were some desperate wizards (he was certain they were wizards, otherwise Hermione was strong enough to scare them away even without a wand) who just wanted money. They probably knew whom she was married too and wanted something. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened. In the beginning of his career, his “friend” got himself kidnapped. Voldemort had let the fool die. He didn’t have friends.

However, he wouldn’t let Hermione die. She was the mother of his child after all. He didn’t trust the House-Elves to treat Dmitri forever.

With that thought, he returned to his reports. The letter would arrive soon enough.

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Hermione had no idea where she was or who had kidnapped her. They locked her inside a small bedroom with just a bed and a chair and served her food three times every day. It was always a House-Elf who brought the food to her and he never said a word. It didn’t take long before Hermione guessed she was some kind of political hostage. If the kidnappers were mere criminals, they wouldn’t treat her well. Every day the House-Elf brought her some kind of Muggle novel. It was very nice since it gave her something to focus on. She exercised as well.

However, when she didn’t hear anything from anyone after a week, she began to worry. Shouldn’t someone come and ask her what she knew about Voldemort? Shouldn’t Voldemort come and rescue the mother of his child? Was he still angry with her for not coming with him? Had he sent away Dmitri just as he threatened?

When she couldn’t focus on something else, her thoughts travelled to her son. She felt guilty for being away from him. She tried not to think about him often, because it always made her cry. How did he manage without her? He was only two months old and his father wasn’t the best. Hermione didn’t think Voldemort would mistreat their child, but she already knew he didn’t mind neglecting him. What if Voldemort got some brilliant idea and forgot their son? What if Dmitri had to be alone for days? The House-Elves probably took care of him, but it wasn’t the same. She was his mother! She could still feel when he needed to be feed. Her breasts were full of milk all the time. What if she couldn’t feed him when she got back? Her milk could dry out if her body thought it wasn’t necessary anymore. That couldn’t happen! He was just two months old! He needed her milk!

She always cried herself to sleep. She was a horrible mother. No better than Voldemort. What had she been thinking taking Snape’s side? Her son needed her! For his sake, she shouldn’t have argued with Voldemort. No child should have parents who argued all the time. If she had told Voldemort the truth about her new ability, none of this would have happened! But no, she had to put a secret weapon in a stupid war in before her own son!

She was a horrible mother…

As the days passed by, Hermione found herself thinking more and more about Voldemort. What was he doing? Did he miss her? Did he dream about her? She had started to dream about him. Very pleasant dreams where he was acting very gentle and loving. She knew he would never love her, but in her mind (which was clearly going insane with loneliness) he was the prince who came and rescued her.

She didn’t think the Order would come and rescue her. They probably didn’t know she was missing. Not unless Voldemort told them, but she doubted that. Then again, he had surprised her several times by going to Remus for help. Would it be Remus who came through that door and carried her to freedom?

Hermione was very surprised when she woke up one morning, almost two weeks after her capture and saw Remus Lupin sitting next to her. Her eyes widened.

“Wha… whe… Remus?” She blinked a couple of times, like she wanted to know if she was dreaming or not.

Remus didn’t seem happy at all. “Yes, it’s me, Hermione. I’m so sorry…”

Hermione frowned. “What do you mean? How did you get here?”

Remus sighed and leaned backwards in the chair. “Before I tell you I just want you to know that I wasn’t a part of this. I would never have… I only found out yesterday…”

“Found out what?” Hermione interrupted. She was getting a bad feeling about all of this. “And how do I know you are really Remus Lupin?”

“A couple of months after Ron died; you told me that you didn’t think you would ever love again. I told you that you were too young to worry about that and then I showed you how make someone fly over your shoulder.”

“Oh…” Hermione couldn’t resist smiling at the memory. However, she quickly started to frown again. “And what are you doing here?”

Remus grimaced. “It was Dumbledore’s idea. Did you know that your husband refused to break your Contract?”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “I thought it was impossible!”

Remus shook his head. “No, not after Voldemort added the part where you have to follow his wishes and not hurt him. It’s a paradox, and the Contract can’t handle paradoxes. If he wishes you to hurt him, the Contract won’t be able to handle it. Dumbledore’s theory is that it will burst into flames.”

Hermione blinked. “Wow. When did Voldemort refuse to do that?”

Remus shrugged. “Dumbledore didn’t say. He just said that Voldemort didn’t want to know how to do it.”

She stared at her friend. “Okay… what has this got to do with me being kidnapped?”

He grimaced. “We became desperate when Harry killed himself.”

Hermione flew up from the bed. “Harry did WHAT?”

“You didn’t know?” Remus eyes widened. “He did it the same night you returned with him. I just left him to use the bathroom and when I came back….” He trailed off.

Hermione was too shocked to cry. Harry was dead? Just like that? He was Harry fucking Potter! He never died! That was his thing!

“Anyway… we became desperate. Dumbledore thought you would be our only chance to get rid of Voldemort now. Severus sent a message that you had all gone to Brazil. Dumbledore and a couple of others went there. They found you and… they waited for an opportunity.”

“So you kidnapped me?” Hermione sank down on the bed again and stared at him in disbelief. “I guess I can understand why you did it. If Harry is dead… but why did you leave me alone for two weeks? Don’t you know that I have a son who needs me? Why didn’t you tell me your plans before? I could have taken Dmitri and…”

“Hermione,” he put up a hand to stop her rambling. “We… no, they didn’t think they could trust you.”

She blinked. “What?”

Remus waved his wand and a bunch of newspapers appeared next to her on the bed. “Ever since you did that interview with Rita Skeeter, the paper has been full off… well, I know its lies but…”

Hermione stared down at the front page on one of the newspapers. It was dated to a couple of days after she did the interview. The Dark Lady tells us the truth – “He is not so bad!” There was a picture of her under the title. It seemed to have been taken during the time she and Reya were in Paris. She was carrying a lot of shopping bags and was smiling at something. Who had taken this picture?

She looked through the newspapers. They all had pictures of her and the titles were very misleading. “The Dark Lady’s maternal love”, “Why I decided to change side.”

“It’s like you are both stars,” Remus mumbled. “You and Voldemort. Everyone wants to know everything about you. Skeeter has tried to reach me ever since she learnt I was there the night Dmitri was born.”

She kept staring down on the newspaper. In the latest issue, there was a picture of Voldemort and her together. Someone must have taken it during the feast at the Malfoys. He was holding a firm grip around her as they danced over the white floor. Since the photo was moving, she sometimes saw his face. Her heart ached. Why was she missing him?

“Even members of the Order are having doubts,” Remus said with a sigh. “And those who do think you have betrayed us... you should hear Moody…”

Hermione pressed her lips together. “What do you think?”

Remus stood from the chair and put his arms around her as he sank down next to her. “I don’t think you have betrayed anyone, Hermione. However, I don’t think you would kill your husband even if you got the chance.”

She gulped. Remus was right. She didn’t think she would be able to kill Voldemort. For some reason, she didn’t think he would kill her either…

“So what are we doing now?” she asked.

“We have to kill him, Hermione. He can’t keep this up. The Death Eaters are already outnumbering us one to ten. You are the only one who he trusts.”

She snorted. “He doesn’t trust me.”

“Well, he let you get close to him,” Remus reminded her.

“I couldn’t kill him even if I wanted to,” she reminded him.

“No, not you… but someone who looked like you.” Remus stood up again.

Hermione frowned and looked at him. In his hand he was holding some of her hair which must have fallen down on the bed earlier. She blinked.

“I’m so sorry, Hermione,” Remus mumbled and left.

She stared after him. Why had he taken her hair? What was he… the answer hit her. Polyjuice Potion.

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Voldemort was staring at the ceiling over his bed. He couldn’t sleep. It was too quiet. He had become used to Hermione’s presence next to him. How she used to sound and move when she was asleep. How he sometimes woke up with her curled up against him. Where was she now? Did someone else come to her bed?

The thought made him angry. If someone raped her, he would cut off the son of a bitch’s cock as he fucked him with a burning iron! No one touched his wife!

He turned around to his right and saw the empty spot where Hermione used to be. It was not that he missed her… he just wanted her to be there. The last time they shagged had been amazing. Something had felt different after that. Not just the fact that she seemed to be scared of his touch, but something inside of him. It was bothersome and still… he wanted to be with her. He wanted to take her again and again and when they were too tired to even move, he wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms. Why did he feel that way?

Frustrated, he turned to his back. His hand wandered down to his semi-erect cock. It was like he was a teenager again. Wanking off while thinking about a girl. However, back then, it had just been the thought of some random good-looking woman. Now, he thought about his wife. She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t what you would call good-looking. Quite plain, actually. The only thing he thought was beautiful on her was her hands and her neck. He liked how she would stroke his chest while they were having sex. How her neck felt under his lips… other than that, she was very plain.

So why did he have a raging erection at the thought of her bloody neck?

Fisting his cock, he started to stroke it furiously. That little chit made him feel young and horny again. It wouldn’t be so bad if she was there; however, she had managed to get herself kidnapped! He would make her pay once she came back!

Thinking of different ways to punish and pleasure her, he brought himself to an orgasm. Panting, he flicked his wand and the waste seed disappeared from the blanket. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. When he woke up again, he didn’t feel very relaxed at all.

However, he was the Dark Lord and the world needed him, so he rolled out of bed with a yawn. He went over to his son and removed the silencing spell from him.

Dmitri was awake and when he saw his father, he let out a scream of sorrow. Voldemort sighed and lifted the baby up. “I presume you need a new nappy?”

The child continued to scream.

“We have to teach you some manners.” He carried the baby to the bathroom and with a few flick of his wand, he had changed the nappy.

The child was still screaming.

“What have I told you about all the screaming?” Voldemort asked his son as he rocked him. “If you continue to scream, I’ll feed you to my snakes. They, at least, know how to behave.”

It was probably more the rocking than the threats that did it, but the child stopped screaming. He only whimpered a little.

“That’s better,” Voldemort praised him. “You are just like your mother. When, and if, you get older, I’ll tell you how to best treat women. They are very tricky…”

He went back to the room with the baby and found Antonin there.

“My Lord.” Antonin bowed. “You wished to be informed immediately if we received news about your wife.”

“And?” Voldemort replaced the baby in the crib.

“We have found her.”

Why did his heart speed up? “Good. Lead me to her. Where did you find her?”

Voldemort followed Antonin out through the door.

“Snape found her,” Antonin muttered. “I think he is expecting a reward.”

Voldemort arched his eyebrows. Severus found her? That was interesting. They walked to Severus’ room. Voldemort opened the door and found the Potion Master next to Hermione. Voldemort couldn’t help but sigh when he saw his wife. She looked like someone who had fought her way through hell. Severus was giving her some potion, probably healing potion.

“Leave us,” Voldemort ordered.

Both Severus and Antonin bowed and left. Voldemort went up to the bed. Hermione’s face was like a big bruise. She was thinner than he remembered as well. He sighed again before he sat down next to her. She whimpered when he took her hand. She didn’t try to remove it. He frowned. She hadn’t let him touch her before…

“What happened?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” her voice was hoarse, barley more than a whisper. “They… They did things… I managed to escape, but… If it wasn’t for Snape...” She started to cry.

Voldemort hushed her and stroked her hair. Something felt wrong. Her hair was bushy again. Like she had never got it fixed. Had “they” done this? Why?

“I missed you,” she whispered.

He frowned again. She missed him? Well, he was sure she could, he had missed her after all. However, why didn’t she demand to see Dmitri? She was always so awfully protective about him.

“Severus,” he called. If the Death Eaters knew what was good for them, they were still standing outside the door.

Severus entered. “My Lord.”

“Have you examined her?” he asked.

“Yes, there’s nothing mortally wrong with her. With a little rest and some potions, she will be as good as new,” Severus answered.

“No concussions?”

“Oh, yes, but with some rest…”

Voldemort looked up at Snape with a frown. Something wasn’t right here. The younger man seemed a bit nervous and…

The moment Voldemort turned his attention away from the girl; she pulled out a knife and made an attempt to stab him in his heart. His reflexes saved him and the knife sank into his stomach instead. He gasped in pain, but didn’t let it control him. Instead, he took a grip of her neck and strangled her. The moment the girl stopped breathing, he was certain she wasn’t Hermione. His Hermione would never try to kill him.

“Severus,” he hissed. He was bleeding a lot and he felt a bit dizzy. “Heal me.”

The Potions Master stepped into view with a bottle in his hand. “This will fix it.”

Voldemort took the bottle and was about to drink it when he thought of something. “Where did you find this imposter?”

“In Hogsmeade. I think she was trying to get to Hogwarts.”

“I see,” Voldemort sniffed the bottle. He frowned when he realised that this wasn’t a healing potion. This was poison. He could clearly smell the belladonna which was very toxic. Why would Severus give this to him? He was one of his closest minions! “It’s interesting that you would put belladonna in a healing-potion, Severus.”

“New recipe,” Severus muttered. Voldemort couldn’t sense the lie. Although, he knew he was lying. If Severus could lie about this, what else had he been lying about?

Voldemort decided to better be safe than sorry. “Stupify.”

Severus fell down on the floor with a surprised look on his face. Grimacing, Voldemort stood from the bed. He slowly made his way to the potions. Could Severus actually have been a part of a plan to kill him? Since Voldemort was paranoid of nature, it didn’t surprise him. However, he felt hurt. He had to be sure.

Finding the true healing-potion, Voldemort swallowed it. The wound in his stomach healed immediately and he sighed in relief. He turned back to the unconscious Severus and sat down next to him. Then he went into the other man’s mind. He was surprised of what he found in there. It seemed that Severus had been neglecting to tell him a lot of things.

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed when he discovered whom it was that had kidnapped his wife. Well, this was just too much. Dumbledore would pay for this. No one kidnapped Lord Voldemort’s wife and lived!

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Hermione was sitting on the floor when she got a new visitor. Dumbledore. Her eyes grew cold when she saw him. Dumbledore hesitated at the door, then went inside and locked it.

“Hello, Hermione,” Dumbledore said and conjured up two comfortable armchairs. “Please, have a seat.”

She stared at the chair, then crossed her arms, refusing to sit.

The old headmaster sighed. “I can understand if you hate me at the moment…”

“Hate you?” Hermione asked. “No, I hated my husband. I despise you.”

He sighed again. “I did what I thought necessary. Voldemort is becoming too powerful.”

“I don’t care about that!” she snarled. “Don’t you know that I have a two month old son?”

“Hermione, please…”

“No! I don’t care. Just let me get back to my son!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Dumbledore said with a sad face. “We can’t let Voldemort continue his regime. Too many have already died…”

“I TELL YOU I DON’T CARE!” she screamed, then took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Let me go back to my son and husband.”

“Hermione, please listen. You have become a very important player in this war. Thanks to you, Voldemort now has more followers than we never thought was possible. You have also become the most important person to him. He will do almost anything to get you back and we have taken advantage of that,” Dumbledore explained. “It’s nothing personal.”

Hermione groaned. “You have already sent the imposter to him.”

“Yes. I expect her back any moment now. His death will be quick, Hermione. He doesn’t deserve it; however, we can’t risk him breaking free again.”

“You don’t think my husband will know the different between me and someone else?” Hermione asked. She had thought about it when Remus left with her hair. Voldemort knew her. He wouldn’t let anyone trick him. Would he?

Dumbledore sighed. “We can only hope. Killing him through you hasn’t worked in the past, but…”

“What?” she interrupted. “When did you try to kill him in the past?”

“Just a couple of times. Do you remember the necklace?” he asked.

Hermione nodded.

“It held a powerful curse. If someone steals the necklace from its carrier, he will die. When you removed it yourself, the curse disappeared. However, it would still have worked for calming, if you had needed it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “When was the second time?”

The old headmaster smiled sadly. “I believe the twins gave you a Christmas present that would help you with your husband?”

She nodded slowly. “I never used it.”

“We are aware of that. The potion contains a very powerful poison. However, since you didn’t know that, you would have been able to give it to Voldemort and he would have died.” Dumbledore was smiling a little.

Hermione walked over to the bed. “What if I had taken it? Was that a risk you were willing to take?”

Dumbledore rose from the armchair. “Yes. Do try to remember that it isn’t anything personal, Hermione. We are in a war, after all. That was why I tried to make Voldemort angry with you by telling him you have told someone about the Cup. I had hoped you would be more eager to help us.”

She sank down on the bed with her hands under her head. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Wars really make people inhuman.”

“Perhaps. When Madame Hooch comes back from the mission, I will let you go free. But I must warn you that the son of Lord Voldemort will never be welcomed once the father is gone. Remus and I will help you, but don’t except help from many others.”

Hermione closed her eyes and heard Dumbledore leave. She had a very hard decision to make.
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