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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashback’

Chapter 24: Smoke Screens, Cloaks and Daggers

Hermione anxiously moved to the edge of the couch, impatiently gesturing with her hand, for him to continue, eyes bright and expectant, she huffed ”So?? What happened next …why you blacked out?” Leering naughtily at her “casual” attitude, which he so liked, since it will garner her more “punishments”.

“Nagini bit me” He answered in a matter of fact tone, watching her eyes grow to the size of a Quidditch bludgers, mouth slackening, he smirked, expecting her next question.

“Nagini ?! Your Familiar …Horcrux …Nagini? The one and the same Nagini? …was the Immortal Goddess?” she was staggered, no one ever thought of this possibility. They were thinking this snake was one of his Horcruxes!

“Nagini was never a horcrux, I don’t have any, and made none.” He again answered one of her unspoken questions.

Hermione was now rubbing her forehead and temples, after a fast mental recapitulation, she pulled up her right hand’s index finger, in the common ‘one moment please’ gesture, next she breathed deeply closing her eyes, trying to reach a synthesis with what she already knew, compared to what she was being informed of presently!

“Let me get this straight, you never made any Horcruxes?” She asked looking him in the eyes, trying to ascertain if he was lying or not. But logically, why would he lie? He had already won! He’s Supreme Leader of the whole damn planet! He’s immortal and invincible, and wouldn’t be bothered whether anyone knew he had his soul fragmented into those wretched pieces, or not!

“No, I did not. I asked Slughorn about the subject, as Dumbledore must have told you, or rather told Potter, hadn’t he?”

The witch was in for a surprise of how much Lord Voldemort knew of the Headmaster’s actions, deeds and long-term plans, but maybe that was after their defeat? But then again, no, this couldn’t be since the Dark Lord, has remarkably lead him into committing one strategic mistake after another, It was so easy, like throwing bread crumbs to a famished bird, and directing its path into a cage, thus misleading Dumbledore, his Order, and consequently the whole Light side to its demise, in the end!

“How did you find out about the Horcruxes? It is barely a known subject matter, by all accounts, considered exceedingly ‘Dark Art’ …or was it the idiot headmaster who told you about such practice in the first place?” Again the Dark Lord enquired, sensing her reluctance to answer.

“I…ermm …well… went into the Restricted Section…I read ….at night …I read the ‘Magick Moste Evile’ …, which skimmed the subject, at best…I must add.”

She was flushing with each sentence, she was confessing to him, that she broke Hogwarts Library rules, by sneaking into that damned section, after hours, and reading forbidden material, which was dangled in front of her eyes, like a juicy Impala antelope before a starved lion.

His knowing grin, answered her before he even uttered a word, “Is that so? My My ! Pet! Not only breaking the rules but dabbling in restricted activities, naughty witch, you need to be punished for this, but not now…I will take care of your unruly behavior later.”

His beaming impish leer told her there will soon be parts of her body, if not her whole body, begging for leniency from the merciless wizard, sitting before her, yet again, her anticipated reaction to his threat, no, rather promise, should have been dread, but what she felt in the pit of her stomach, was a jumble of exhilarated stimulation, spontaneous arousal, wrapped up with a tinge of exciting trepidation! This was not good! This was actually bad, very very bad! The word “punishment” is spiraling into dissolute reactions on her part. Bad, ‘naughty’ witch indeed!

‘Hermione Jean Granger! What are you thinking? Or are you?’ her watchdog popped out of the blue in her mind, hands on hips, foot tapping the floor of the Restricted Section in Hogwarts Library, on a near by table was the paddle used by Lord Voldemort.

‘Don’t start! I am in the middle of something important here!’ Hermione wanted to strangle the snooty bitch!

‘Important indeed! Fishing for …. ‘Punishment’!

‘One of these days, I swear I’m going to lobotomize you out of my brain, just to shut you up!’

‘Of course! You’d rather hear his voice …now don’t you?’ Scoffing, the know-it-all turned around, took a book from a shelf, a title clear on its cover Punish Me Please, Master.

With a black velvety, wickedly dissolute, satanically sinful baritone, his voice encompassing a crooner’s whole range of octaves, fashioned especially to damn witches to hell, with its deep humming intervals, and twice as many vibrations per second, purring in one’s ears, and Merlin knows what various sinning ideas would flourish under its stroking silky pitch, Lord Voldemort gave her details, and made her ignore her exasperating alter ego.

“I found the only known book that tried to explain Horcruxes in detail, was ‘Secrets of the Darkest Art’. Nevertheless, and despite the details, the issue was impossible to figure out. ‘Herpo the Foul’ created the first Horcrux. Alas, he did not leave behind many records pertaining to his knowledge and the experience’s consequences on him. Nobody knows what the effects might be, for creating one Horcrux, let alone more than one.”

“Strange! I never saw the book in the restricted section!” Hermione was adamant she went through all the books, which were kept away from students, in there.

“‘Secrets of the Darkest Art’ was once part of Hogwarts Library, then Albus Dumbledore moved it to the restricted section, after he knew I read it, and asked Slughorn about it, he decided the book was extremely dark and dangerous, in the wrong hands mind you, meaning other than his, thus he hid it away in his office; my pet”

“But …you killed your father…at the time… and the Diary,… was it not your first Horcrux?!”

“Indeed I killed my father, but not to make the Diary a Horcrux…I killed him because he was a bastard, a sleazy self-conceited dick who seduced my mother, and after, when she got pregnant he threw her out, like a cheap whore, not caring she might die along with her baby.”

He smiled sardonically, as if remembering something amusing yet in the same time repulsive, he continued in an unemotional manner “ The Diary pet was never a Horcrux, it was a bait” at the end of his phrase he smiled, but it was a cruel grimace, mixed with malevolent jubilation. Hermione’s spine froze, held in an ice grip.

This was the first time she’d ever seen this much cruelty and wickedness on his features, it was scaring her, no, horrifying her. It was terrifying to be the target of such malicious intents, written loud and clear on anyone’s face, but on Lord Voldemort’s, it gave ‘hellish fiend’ a whole new meaning.

She dared ask in her usual never-ending enquiry “Your father seduced Merope Gaunt? How? What about the Amortentia potion? How was the Diary a bait? To whom? And why? How then Harry destroyed it with the basilisk fang? You let Ginny Weasley open the Chamber of Secrets, and the Basilisk almost killed many, me among them, how ….”

“Easy there little slave, let’s start with the Amortentia first, in the old days, this powerful infatuation potion was used in pre-arranged marriages for conception purposes. The couple was required to keep taking this Love potion until an heir was conceived. It was more of an aphrodisiac if you ask me. After that it was up to the couple to continue taking it or not."

Scoffing he added "Nothing as sordid as the imbecile Slughorn, or the duplicitous, and hypocritical Albus Dumbledore made it sound like. Once the effects are over, everything goes back to normal. The child conceived under its effect would be as normal as any other, neither lacking emotions, nor would he be unable to love. This is a load of bullshit, that stemmed from many misconceptions throughout the years, especially concocted by young ones to stop their unwanted arranged marriages. Given that rumors have a propensity to be believed, far more readily than the truth, the Potion was banned by the bunch of senile old fools of the ex-Wizengamot.”

Hermione was all ears now, since the potions’ topic discussed was one of her favorites, still if Merope did not seduce Tom Riddle Senior by use of Amortentia, how she ended up pregnant?

Again Lord Voldemort proved he could read her face without the use of Legilimency, he answered her thoughts in a calm and obscenely intoxicating tone of voice, ” My Mother used to work at The Riddle mansion as a servant, because both her father and brother were a couple of dirty lazy trolls, they needed the money. During her service there, the bastard promised her marriage, just to have a ready cunt to fuck when he felt like it….”

His eyes turned red and wrathful while explaining and Hermione felt sorry for the dead woman, and revolted by Riddle Sr. cruel deception, and she blushed deep crimson hearing his lewd terminology.

“When she finally told him about her pregnancy he threw her out, getting the same reaction from her father and brother, she spent most of her last months trying to survive, on the streets, until she went to the muggle orphanage, where she died and I was born.”

Hermione’s heart was aching for both of them, the dead mother and the orphan! How cruel a person could be, to lie and deceive, just to have his way, and then when the push comes to shove, he simply washes his hands from the whole issue, by committing yet a more horrendous crime, throwing a pregnant woman, on the street, to the wolves, with no money or support, all on her own! Is it a crime to kill such a monster? Since he basically killed the mother and never acknowledged his son!

The poor woman! Her father and brother! Her Family! These two were even crueler than that deceitful Riddle Sr., how could they abandon her, in her condition? Merlin! When she was the one supporting them financially, they did not care, but once the knuts stopped coming,. …Isis! This was so sordid!

She was grief-stricken for him, yet baffled by her own emotional response, why? She did not know, she just wanted to hold him to her, give him some comfort, make it up for all the years that passed without a motherly touch or tenderness, a cooked meal, or a birthday celebration.

It was silly to feel this way, she surmised, but she just couldn’t wipe the image of a baby Tom Riddle, alone in a crib with no mother to breastfeed him, embrace him, love him, keep him warm, and cuddled like all babies should be…her eyes started to moisten, her heart felt like being squashed in a wringer, her compassionate nature springing to the forefront, brokenhearted in his stead, she looked up to see him gazing at her intently, she croaked ”I am sorry…it is so sad you’ve lost your mother …I can relate since I …lost my parents too…”

He smiled gently at her, and commented “ Thank you pet, but it was a long time ago and the blasted troll who considered himself better than my mother paid for his crime. That is why I killed him, not to use him for my Horcrux creation. As for her father and brother, they also got their comeuppance fair and square.”

Nodding, she tilted her head down, trying subtly to wipe away the dampness, a second later she felt his thumbs on her cheeks, wiping away the translucent teardrops, that despite her best efforts trickled down the slope of her cheeks. For a second time meeting his eyes, they were close enough, she distinguished how beautiful they were, a mixture of gold, rimmed with red, with an unfamiliar expression in them.

He kissed her lips softly, gently and if she did not know any better, she would have thought tenderly and lovingly, she pushed the silly idea aside and cleared her throat, he smiled, sitting beside her, holding her hand in between his, he continued “To answer your questions about the Diary, I have to go back to the start, when Albus Dumbledore was still a teacher in Hogwarts, suffice it to say that the damned treacherous wizard was after the Gaunt’s heirloom, the ring…”

The witch was surprised since she knew Dumbledore had the ring at one time in his possession, or the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows, she interrupted “the Resurrection Stone, why did he want it?”

“A long story pet, which will be explained later on, for now know that he wanted it, badly, I never trusted the wizard, since he came to meet me at the orphanage, to give me my Hogwarts letter. He knew I was a Gaunt as well, seeing as Merope was listed as my mother in the ‘Book of Life’ by the ‘Magical Quill’; you heard of it, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I know what you mean, it is like a Magical Registrar, There’s one at the Ministry of Magic the other at Hogwarts, it names every magical child born in the British Isles, where and when, and also the parents’ names, and when the children would be eligible, or of age to attend school.”

“Indeed my smart pet, …as I was saying, he knew when he came to meet me who I was related to, he tried to look through my belongings, underhandedly of course, but those possessions I had been hiding them in a box under a dislodged floorboard, along with the Ring, other trinkets, left to me, as well as a letter from my mother…. I see you’re wondering why I hid them. Let me put it this way, in that orphanage nothing was secure, or safe from robbery, kids are greedy by nature, living in poverty is conducive to such behavior, in any case he found nothing. Since then I suspected him of duplicity and I was proven right.”

Hermione couldn’t imagine how an elder man like Dumbledore could abuse the trust of the children he was supposed to protect! He did it not only to her but also to Harry, and now she’s learning he did it to him…why was he after that miserable ring? What for? If there was no Horcruxes, the ring wasn’t one; he must have lied about it! He must have wanted it for something else!

“He was not headmaster at the time, but I felt certain something fishy was going on with him, I had an absolute trust in my gut feeling, especially after I started to notice many discrepancies between his demeanor and deeds, in Hogwarts, I tried to have as much of a low profile as possible…”

A snort from Hermione interrupted him…he smiled wickedly at her, arching his brow less eyebrow, as if asking about her reaction, she smirked ironically quoting ”you ‘tried to have as much of a low profile as possible’?? A prodigy of Hogwarts, best student NEWTs marks in like a century, prefect, then Headboy, with a trophy granted to you as a Special Award for Services to the School? Opening The Chamber of Secrets that no one knew where it was in the first place, Low profile indeed! And talking about the award how and why you framed Hagrid?”

Laughing he grinned playfully saying” what can I say, I tried? I did not frame Hagrid, the idiot was raising a baby Acromantula, during his third year. He was Dumbledore’s henchman, and under his protection.”

Pausing for a second he then asked her” Have you ever wondered How Albus Dumbledore knew anything and everything happening at school, with anyone? Whatever happens he used to pop up like out of thin air?”

Hermione indeed marveled about this specific recurrent feat Dumbledore pulled time and again! Like when he showed up at the Ministry of Magic when they were searching for the prophecy, He saved Umbridge after she mislead her into the Forbidden Forest, he sent Fawkes his Phoenix to the Chamber of secrets to get Harry out of there, helping him defeat Salazar Slytherin's basilisk in 1993. He almost stopped them from saving Sirius usung her time-turner, when he apparated to where she and Harry were. Many other incidents involving Harry, Ron and her, kept secret from him, yet he always knew about them. She always wondered how!

The Dark Lord was seeing the witch’s uncertainties, as if they were written on her face, he smiled, no one compares to his witch, intelligence, poise, an unassuming beauty, and cherry on top, she is a natural submissive, but she doesn’t know it yet! He will help her into embracing her wonderful nature. What a heady mix in his opinion, his favorite kind of witch, and once trained as his slave and sub, she would be the Jewel in the Crown, the pinnacle of all his achievements, and she would be his alone. He will make sure of this; he will claim her as his, so that other wizards will think twice before making a move on her.

Regaining his focus on the matter at hand, he expressed his answer to her unasked questions, “Albus Dumbledore was not the incredible, epitome of goodness, wizard, pet, he was a double-dealing, conniving, merciless and ruthless lowlife. Before he entered Hogwarts as a ‘professor’ he was planning on taking over the headmaster’s position, for many reasons, one of them to use this ‘respectable’ position as smoke screen, to conceal his real plans and intentions. For that reason, he needed to be informed of everything about everyone, in order to coerce, blackmail, intimidate, or influence those standing in his way. To achieve this he forced some to work as his ‘unwilling’ spies”

Hermione frowned ”What do you mean unwilling spies, like professor Severus Snape?”

Sneering Lord Voldemort answered, “ Yes and no! Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, James Potter, were under his thumb. He brainwashed them, and made them eat from the palm of his hand, until they started to have doubts. Severus was a very willing and brilliant spy, to Albus’ detriment though. Severus Snape knew how to deal with the double-faced scumbag. No pet, his spies, aside from the ghosts, which he threatened of exile from the school, or incarceration in Hogwarts unused dungeons, also included the paintings’ figures at Hogwarts, and some more at the Ministry. He actually threatened to burn them if they did not follow his orders, which he did to more than 5 or 6 as a lesson to the others. I gather the burned paintings either delivered fabricated information or refused point blank to do his bidding.”

The Gryffindor witch was taken aback yet again by this account. How far Dumbledore went to have his way? For what aim? It felt like the headmaster personality, in her mind, was crumblung, resembling an eggshell, revealing underneath an image of an evil dark wizard she never saw lurking under the Santa image projection! The horrific act he committed! Burning magical paintings’ is like killing someone who passed away, anew!

“How do you know all of this?”

“Aside from already suspecting him of foul play, from the start? During Hogwarts years, I was aware of his skills in Legilimency. Though he was an average Occlumens, he was a good Legilimens, hence I made sure to be the best in both Legilimency and Occlumency. I showed him what I wanted him to see pet, letting him believe that I was thinking of splitting my soul into Horcruxes. Not to mention that after I won the war, Veritaserum was a very effective and persuasive means to unravel secrets, and loosen tongues. I kept all the interrogation sessions in Pensieves, one day you might like to go through them.”

The know-it-all was at a loss on how to react to this bit of information. Her shattering trust in Albus Dumbledore was wreaking havoc on many other parts of her life, to be honest, most of her life, time and again.

She was facing some alarmingly sinister and disturbingly gloomy details, in a picture, which, the more complete, and clearer it got, the more foreboding, malevolent and twisted it appeared. And to think she was a pawn in this entire intricate scheme!

She was a blind follower of the “Light” side; conversely, the bitter truth she is currently discovering is, to which extent this same “Light” was blinding her! Was she this gullible? This trusting and brainwashed? How in the world those details just kept eluding her? Though many times she spent hours speculating, but feeling guilty for doubting the goodness of the one who preached the prevalence of ‘Greater Good and Love, and destruction of the Dark Arts’.

Her Interlocutor noticed how she was berating herself, and decided to put a stop to it and kill her guilt trip in the bud

“Do not blame yourself for believing in someone and something pet, it does you credit, you were only eleven when all of this started, blame the wicked wizard who abused your commendable loyalty and trust you’ve shown. Besides, you were not the only one, many fell in his web of lies. Furthermore, without you and your intelligence he wouldn’t have lasted that long, but he paid for his crimes, and his penalty was measured out to equal his misdeeds.”

Nodding her acceptance of his viewpoint, since it was wise and reasonable, not to mention, he was proving for her benefit, the circumstantial evidence of her blind trust. In short he was telling her to knock it off, get over it and stop feeling culpable, also he was telling her that it was beyond her control, it was not her fight to begin with, at her age she shouldn’t have been involved in this war, in the first place! She felt warm inside, and touched by his sense of justice and his understanding.

His dark chocolaty voice and smooth intonations made her look up at him, when he stood up and started pacing in his usual confident and deliberate gait while continuing Albus’ evilness exposé.

“Albus Dumbledore considered me his nemesis and a means to an end, at the same time. His nemesis because he knew I was on to him, and the means, because he wanted the ring. He spied on me all the time, and hence followed me trying to enter the Chamber of Secrets, through the girls’ lavatory entrance, which I used only once, at that time, not knowing the other openings yet.”

“What about the Basilisk??” Hermione was impatient for him to continue, to know what really took place.

“I gave the Basilisk the order to stand guard, since the sink flipped open and the passage was accessible, she tried to protect the chamber when Albus tried to pass through the pipe directly after me, the snake was there to stop him, he ran away, the Basilisk followed him. At the same time, the unlucky Ravenclaw student, Myrtle … She was using the Lavatory when Hagrid’s Acromantula that was roaming free, felt the snake, and tried to hide.”

“Hagrid’s Acromantula roamed free in Hogwarts??!” Hermione was totally astounded by this news.

Shaking his head the Dark Lord stopped his to and fro pacing looking at her he replied, “ No one knew about this darned creature, it was only the night before the incident that I knew about it, and I was going to report him. But the blasted giant didn’t notice his poisonous creature’s absence from its terrarium. The spider feeling the snake tried to run away and hide, went into the stall the unlucky student was using, and stung her because it was already in defense mode. I went up to see what was the commotion all about. I killed the damned spider and reported the oversized dunce! Albus did not give two shits about who died and why; he was thinking he could find the ring in the chamber through me. He even convinced Dippet and the Ministry of not expelling the colossal imbecile since he needed him at hand, to do his bidding later.”

“So Myrtle died because of Hagrid’s Acromantula?!” The Gryffindor witch’s brain was about to have a full memory dump, she was rubbing her temples furiously now, not believing how the whole incident happened, and how Albus changed it to accuse Riddle of framing Hagrid, and the basilisk of killing Myrtle, not to mention keeping his part out of the whole mess, and under tight seal.

“It is frightening isn’t it to realize that the people we trusted and loved happens to be our worst enemies…” The Supreme leader commented, standing near her then squeezing her shoulder comfortingly.

She gazed up at him, with a sad look swarming in her eyes, she was devastated. All her teen years are now looking like a huge distasteful joke, a lie! She was living a lie for 7 years! What she thought she knew, people around her, the Light side, the Order, she was ready to die for all of them, for her convictions, the basis on which she built and lived her teen years, sacrificed her parents for, accepted mistreatment and verbal abuse for, all was for naught!

All her efforts and sacrifices were for nothing, and Albus Dumbledore was an untrustworthy master-puppeteer and she was one of the unaware puppets. Now that her strings are cut, severed from what she always believed true and noble, she is lost, hurt, disappointed and unable to fathom the abysmal depth of deceit she was surrounded by, rather bathing in, no, not even that, drowning in sounded closer to the truth!

However there was a nagging question about this cursed Chamber of secrets, how Ginny came to play in the second opening, almost killing herself and other students in the process!

“What about the second time? How this Diary looked like a Horcrux, what has Ginny done? Harry used the Basilisk fang to kill it, it looked like a true Horcrux, how did you communicate in the chamber…”

“Ah! The Diary…yes! One of my best moves if I could say so myself…” His vicious and satisfied sneer informed her that he was thinking of his archenemy Albus Dumbledore, because now, and after all the explanations, she was sure, he never counted Harry as his enemy, his real foe, all of this time, was the duplicitous headmaster. Harry Potter was a victim, just like her, just like many….

“…I made it to look like a real Horcrux, used many spells… but it seems we ran out of time, we’ll discuss this in due time. The Minister of Magic is already here with the Chief …Severus” he smirked.

The Double door opened to let in two men, wizards she both knew, one was her ex-professor Severus Snape, the other, Minister of magic, was her ex school bully’s Father Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.

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