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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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New chapter! Sorry, no smut today!

Andreea: Haha, I’d be surprised if I ever saw a fic on AFF which that many reviews! I like the sight, but it’s just not very good to review on… or answer them for that matter. But I’m glad you are enjoying my story so much! And you flatter me! But I do love to write Voldemort… I tried to write Snape ones, but that was too hard! Even if there are thousands of stories with him… oh, well, I’m Voldemort faithful these days. Haha, and I don’t blame you one bit, Nerys is my favourite HG/LV writer too! And she is a much better writer than me in general as well so it’s not a big surprise, haha! Oh, and there aren’t a lot of chapters left. Only one after this, and then an epilogue.

merryXgirl: Yes, it’s hard to write Voldemort, but it’s so much fun! I’m glad you think I’m selling the concept! Hope you think so after this as well!

Magentasouth: Haha, maybe you’ll find two new chapters this time as well! I’ll try to update soon next week. Oh, and you are entitled to hate whoever you want in the story, but Aluga seem to have the biggest hate-group at the moment. I don’t know why, but my original female characters always turns out to be the biggest bitches or the sweetest saints… got to find something in between sometime… Oh, sorry, but you won’t see a lot more about Snape. He has only one small part left to play… But I’m glad you like my writing! Now you get more of it! Mrequecky: You’ll find out what Voldemort discovered in this chapter! Then they will find out even more thing in the next, so just stay tuned!

QueenRuby: Haha, I’m glad you and your roommate enjoy my stories! Oh, I’m actually a bit surprised that McGonagall didn’t drop dead when she heard them have sex. I think she may have thrown up before Voldemort exited. But we’ll never know… Hm… I’m not sure about the curse. Before Voldemort put it on Hermione, I think they had already clarified that she is only interested in men, but I’m not sure how the spell will tell the difference between a horny man and a horny woman so… I think it would affect anyone coming on to Hermione, because, clearly, Voldemort doesn’t care whether she is interested or not, he just wants everyone to keep their hands off her. Enjoy!

Chapter 25

Voldemort felt very relieved when he and Hermione landed in his rooms at Malfoy Manor. He had started to get quite worried she wouldn't join him. Thankfully his little drama queen-act had worked. He could still manipulate her when he needed too. Now when she was here with him, he was certain he would soon turn her back to him. With a small shake he looked like his true self again.

Hermione took a step away from him. "I think I need a shower."

"Let me join you," he purred, his eyes travelling over her body which were now hidden by a long blue hospital gown. No matter, he would get her out of it.

Or so he had hoped, but then she turned toward him with a painful look on her face. "Just because I let you take me here doesn't mean I have forgiven you. I don't want to take showers with you. And I want my own bed too."

Voldemort stared at her. This was not what he had planned. He crossed his arms "So saving your life isn't enough?"

She crossed her arms too. "Not when it was your curse that made it impossible for anyone else to save me."

He arched an eyebrow. "So you mean you wanted someone else to fuck you?"

"It wouldn't have required fucking if someone could have helped me sooner," she reminded him dryly. "Look, I just don't feel like I can trust you anymore. I won't shower or sleep with someone I can't trust. The only reason I joined you was because I couldn't stay with the Order anymore. They won't trust me now." She looked very bitter.

Voldemort sighed. Why did women have to be so complicated? "What is it you want me to do then?"

"Something that proves to me that I can trust you again," she said, but she seemed doubtful he would be able to. "Although, it has to be a big gesture. You killed my friend. I'm not sure I can get over that."

His eyes narrowed and he pressed his hands against his hips instead. "Haven't you realised what you mean to me yet? Haven't I proved again and again that I want you to be with me?" He had decided to go with a more romantic version of his "I own you"-speech. However, Hermione didn't seem to buy it.

"Can't we take this later? I just want to shower, eat and then sleep some more." She did look quite worn out.

"Very well," he said, not happy. "I'll have some food ready when you get out."

"Thank you," she said and left for the shower.

Voldemort didn't like this. She wasn't even angry at him! She was just cold and… depressed? Could she be depressed? He cursed. He could handle her if she was angry, but not if she was depressed. Had he really hurt her that much? Damn it!

Nevertheless, he had to get back the normal Hermione. He wanted her the way she used to be. And what the Dark Lord wanted, he got. Oh, well, he could be a gentleman first, lure her into a false sense of security, then he would seduce her knickers off faster than a Firebolt.

Until that happy moment… he ordered a House-Elf for some food and asked if Lucius was home. The House-Elf told him that Lucius was at a business meeting, but would be home in time for dinner. Voldemort decided that he could wait to punish Lucius until he came back. It wasn't like Voldemort had time to go and find him.

A moment after the House-Elf returned with the food, Hermione came out from the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. He watched as she went over to her trunk and searched for something to wear. Once she found something that looked like a pyjamas, she turned and looked at him.

"Hm… could you…?" She made a gesture for him to turn around.

He scowled. Enough was enough. "It's nothing I haven't seen before Hermione, don't be silly."

She sighed, turned around and let the towel drop. Voldemort regretted not turning around. His fingers itched to grab that beautiful arse and rub it against his groin. It was a good thing he wore a loose fitting robe, pants would have got uncomfortable. Thankfully, she quickly pulled on the pyjamas. He transfigured a chair and placed it in front of the desk where the breakfast was. They ate in silence. When he began to eat, he realised how hungry he was.

"I believe I need more sleep," Hermione said once she was done.

He looked at her closely. She had shadows under her eyes and looked rather pale. He raised his hand and placed it on her forehead. She was a little hot, but that could be after the shower.

"Very well. Tell me if you start feeling worse." He rose and transfigured a bed for her. "Do you want to be there when I punish Lucius for poisoning you?"

There was a sadistic glint in her eyes which made him feel all warm and fuzzy. "I'd like that. You are sure he was the one who did it?"

He smirked. "That is what we will find out."

She lay down on the bed, but then she frowned. "Oh, I overheard something. Between McGonagall and Moody."

He was surprised. "Which involves me?"

She nodded, then hesitated.

"You know I would never force you to reveal something about the Order you don't want to," Voldemort said in a low voice, not really meaning it. It had to be something serious for her to even mention it. If she didn't tell him, he would search her mind while she was sleeping.

"It's not really about the Order," Hermione mumbled, looking down. "I think someone from Atlantis has come to hurt you. All I heard was that they had met a woman who knew how to use magic without a wand and how she wanted to punish you for something."

That information was worrisome. However, by telling him, she proved that she still held feelings for him. That was very good. He would get her trust back soon enough. But first… "I believe I have some new wards to put up."

Hermione nodded. He helped her pull the blanket over her. "I'll wake you up tonight."

She had already closed her eyes. Voldemort watched her for another moment. Memorising the lines of her face and the way her hair caressed spread out over the pillow. Then he stood with a sigh and went to get the wards ready.

xxx

Hermione was having a nightmare. Calvin, the way she remembered him from when they were young, was staring at her with accusing brown eyes. Then the space around him started to burn, consuming him. The dream was soundless, but Hermione could see him scream and scream. She knew he was screaming of pain, but also that it was all her fault that he had died. It was all her fault…

"Hermione!" She was awakened by someone shaking her lightly. For a disoriented moment, she had no idea where she was, but then she recognised Voldemort. He looked down at her with a frown.

She sat up, trying to calm herself from the nightmare by taking deep breaths.

"What did you dream?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.

She winced. The tears were near. Hadn't she cried over this enough? However, being near Voldemort made her feel worse again.

"You are thinking about that boy again," Voldemort stated in a cold voice.

"Calvin," she hissed and pulled away from him. The anger pushing away the tears. "Or is it above the Dark Lord to remember the names of the people he killed?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "Hermione," he said warningly.

"No!" she spat and uncontrolled magic pushed out from her. But instead of sending Voldemort into the wall like the magic usually did, he simply blinked and the magic flew past him, smashing a painting which was consumed by fire in a matter of second.

"How destructive," he remarked dryly and stood. "Where you trying to kill me?"

"Of course not!" She jumped up. "Why can't you just take responsibility for your actions? Aren't you even sorry?"

"Are you sorry you just destroyed my painting?" he asked and glanced at the burned wall behind him.

"Don't change the subject!" she hissed. She wanted him to feel some remorse.

"I'm not," his voice turned cold again. "I've been reading up on this magic since we last saw each other. It can be highly destructive, especially when you let your emotions run wild. There are of course ways to defend oneself, but if I hadn't been aware of them, you may have burned me to dead instead of that painting."

Hermione gaped at him. "But you protected yourself so what…?"

"Yes, but your friend couldn't!" he retorted. "I never meant to kill him. I told you, I got angry, just like you did."

Hermione stared at him, feeling torn and about to cry again.

Voldemort seemed to sense her mood. He sighed and came over to her, taking her hands. "I was humiliated when I realised a Muggle-made thing managed something I had been struggling with for months. I never meant for Calvin to die, just as I'm sure you didn't wish to kill me."

Hermione was surprised over his honesty and for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. However, she wasn't ready to forgive him just yet.

He seemed to sense that too. "You know I don't wish to force you to be with me. But we'll be spending a lot of time together from now on. What is it you want me to do to make you like me again?"

"Stop killing people?" she suggested, knowing that wouldn't happen.

Voldemort just sighed and let go of her hands. Turning around he said; "I'm still the Dark Lord, Hermione."

Did he sound bitter? Hermione felt a small light of hope in her heart.

"Am I allowed to leave when I want?" she asked carefully.

He turned toward her again with a tired smile. "Of course. As long as you come back again. And I would suggest you used some sort of disguise. The Order will no doubt want you back now when they know about our relationship." He sat down on the chair next to the desk, his face turning serious. "In fact, it's very important that you understand what kind of danger you are in. People will think they can hurt me through you. And when they find out how much we have been shagging, they will look at you with disgust and not hesitate to cut off one of those pretty hands to send to me."

Hermione swallowed. "The Order would never do that."

Voldemort snored. "No, your beloved Order would not be so drastic. However, I've other enemies. Most of them are as bad as my Death Eaters. And then we have my Death Eaters…" He sighed again. "Lucius stunt should prove something to you. And now when I punish him, some other Death Eaters will most likely be angry. You are, after all, just a Mudblood."

"Then why do you punish him?" Hermione couldn't stop herself from asking.

Voldemort eyes became hard. "Because Lucius knows very well that he is not supposed to touch you in any way. I can't let him get away with it." Then, as an afterthought, he added. "Besides, I would hurt anyone who hurt you."

In some twisted way, his word warmed her.

He came closer to her again. "So, do you understand how important it is for you to stay here with me? At least until I've sorted some things out."

"What are you planning?" she asked, trying to read his eyes.

He smirked. "You'll see."

Hermione sighed. "I guess I will."

"So you will not try to leave?" he asked quickly.

She shook her head. "No, you made your point. People would try to cut my hands off and so on. But that doesn't mean I have forgiven you."

"We'll get to that," Voldemort said confident.

Hermione sighed and Voldemort seemed to once again sense her emotions because he quickly turned her attention elsewhere.

"Now, aren't you at all curious about my translation of the language of Atlantis?" he asked.

She gave him a smile, glad that he let go of their personal dilemmas for something academically. "Of course. You said you just had to cross-reference every old language there is?"

"Yes. A lot easier said then done. But once I knew the fundamental structure of the language it was just to work my way up." He led her over to the desk and sat down on the chair again. Hermione took the seat next to him and picked up one of the notebooks with his handwriting in it.

"The book which started this whole quest is in fact a diary," Voldemort began with an eager expression. "Remember when I said that I thought it was written by several different people over time?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well, I was both right and wrong. It is in fact written by just one person, but under different alias! And this person is several thousands years old. Eleven thousand three hundred and fifty, give or take a few decennium."

Hermione's eyes widened. "But the people at Atlantis said that they just lived for at the most a thousand years and then they killed themselves?"

"Almost everyone at Atlantis does that," Voldemort agreed. "But not the ones who were cursed!"

Hermione frowned and let Voldemort continue talking.

"The beginning of this book is written by what can only be called a teenager. She was the youngest daughter of the female twin, from the Atlantis-legend. When the war broke out, she was only three years old and has no recollection of it. But as I have understood from the other books, both twins actually had quite a large family. Two or three mates and nine or ten children. When the king cast the curse which would make all the Dark Arts of Atlantis disappear, he also cursed his own immediate family. They where the ones cursed to live forever to rebuild and serve the population of Atlantis. The curse makes it completely impossible for them to die." Voldemort took a couple of deep breaths.

"The first part of this diary is, as I said, of the teenage daughter. She tries the curse in every single way. She lets herself drown, burn, bleed and at one point, she even tries to decapitate herself. Every time, she comes back, like a Phoenix. Sometimes, the damage she does to her own body forces her to go through every stage from infant, but mostly her body will just heal itself. And she always remembers who she is and what she has been through, even if she has to be reborn as an infant."

Hermione was completely amazed. Could this be possible? Or course, she knew that a Phoenix could do it, so why couldn't there be humans with the same powers?

"This rebel teenage thing, or what ever we should call it, goes on for about a thousand years or so, but then she, as they say, grows up. Now the entries in the diary become more seldom and I think she leaves it behind for some hundred years to travel the world, she mentions it sometimes later in the book. When she comes back, she has given birth to a daughter. But the curse doesn't seem to apply on the new generation. Even if the daughter ages very slowly, she still dies after a while. At time they realise that this is also true for everyone else who isn't in their family."

Voldemort picked up another thick book which he had stolen in the Atlantis library. "After some thousand years when Atlantis is a civilisation again, under the ice this time, they start to do tests and experiments to see why the other people can live so long and yet die. It turns out that the curse is contagious. Because the water at Atlantis has healing abilities, the curse can move in it. It's not dark magic to live forever, but because the other people don't have the curse in their blood (I don't know if this is just a matter of speaking or if it's really in their blood) their bodies starts to reject the curse after a while. They seem to think it's because the body wants to die." Voldemort huffed at this.

Hermione didn't comment that.

"Anyway, because the cursed people don't want to arise suspicions, they start to fake their own deaths in bonfires. This seems to be the most effective and less painful way for them to be reborn completely. So now it appears that they pretend to be mortal in a way to fit in among the others. My guess is that the Highnesses are three of them. If this book is right, they are nineteen in total. It's said that the twins died and I have seen nothing that falsifies that fact."

He grew silent. Hermione sat silent too, digesting the new knowledge.

"So now you want to be cursed in the same way they are?" she asked after a couple of minutes.

"Exactly," he answered and then turned to look annoyed. "However, I haven't found anything in this books that explains the curse. They mention that it has to have come from the Source of Magic, whatever that can be. It appears rather mythical. I'm quite sure none of these nineteen which are left of the royal family knows what it really is. They think they are the only ones who know the language of Atlantis, so they write quite freely in it."

Hermione mused. "But how is the curse contagious?"

"Through the royal family's bodily fluids, it would appear," Voldemort said with a sigh. "I think I'll have to kidnap one of them. Do some experiments on my own. But I'm not sure how. The author of this diary never writes her own name after the first time, just the names of her children. The last entry in it is about a new son, Migu."

"Like the name on the gravestone!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Exactly. And since he was only the child of someone with the curse, he could die. So it will be very hard to find out who has the curse. And I'm not sure I can risk going back to Atlantis."

"But someone from Atlantis has come here to hurt you," Hermione reminded him.

Voldemort's face lit up. "You are right! We'll just have to kidnap her and see what information we can acquire. Do you know where she is held?"

"Probably at the Order's headquarters," Hermione said, a bit reluctant to plan a kidnapping.

"I'll have to think of something," Voldemort mumbled. Then he suddenly lifted his head, as if he was listing to something. "I believe Lucius has returned. What to see me torture the blond arse?"

Hermione felt a sadistic shudder go through her, the bloodlust rising. Yes, she wanted to see Lucius suffer for poising her and indirect forcing her to leave Hogwarts. "For a little bit."

Voldemort couldn't have looked prouder.

xxx

After some transfiguration on Voldemort's part, he Apparated them both down to the basement. He was very pleased that Hermione wanted to watch. Perhaps he could even convince her to torture Lucius as well? Sighing happily, he mused over the fact that Hermione was becoming more and more his for every day. It didn't matter if she didn't want to sleep with him just now, he could wait a few months. In the mean time, they could read more about Atlantis' secrets and work out a plan to make him just as immortal as the members of the royal family.

They stepped into the basement of the manor which had always been a sort of prison, used by the Malfoys for centuries. Voldemort opened one of the more pleasant (which meant it was clean and without torturing devices) room. Lucius was placed in a big cage and when he saw Voldemort he stepped up to the bars.

"My Lord! What is this? Why…" Then his eyes fell on Hermione and his mouth fell open.

"Surprised to see me, Malfoy?" she asked coldly. "Thought your little stunt killed me?"

Lucius quickly put on his cold mask of aristocracy. "I have no idea what you are referring too. Clearly there has been some misunderstanding. My Lord?"

Sometimes Voldemort liked the denying-game and to beat the truth out of his Death Eaters. Now it just angered him.

"Spare me, Lucius," he said harshly. "I know you poisoned Miss Granger. Despite my order to never touch nor harm her. Now you will pay the price for disobeying Lord Voldemort. Crucio."

Lucius sank down to the ground as he screamed of agony. He had planned to keep it up for some time, but when Hermione placed her hand on his wand arm, he stopped. He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Sir, I believe fair is fair," she said loud and clearly. "Why don't we just make Malfoy drink the potion and let him wait for as long as I had for release?"

Voldemort considered it. "How long did it take before you were given the antidote?"

"Ten hours," Hermione replied.

Voldemort turned to Lucius, who was still breathing heavily after being cursed. At least he seemed to be aware of what they were saying judging by his horrid expression.

"That does seem fair," Voldemort said with a smile. "And I know that there are quite a few Death Eaters who would be more than happy to distribute the antidote. Of course, after ten hours, there is only one way for them to deliver it. Perhaps we should be on the safe side and let them all assist you?"

Lucius was noticeable paler. "M-my Lord," he stuttered.

Then Hermione did something very peculiar. She growled at Lucius. Not just any growl, but a deep-in-the-troth-showing-your-teeth kind of growl. Almost like a wolf. He frowned. It was full moon tonight as well. Could that have something to do with her unusual aggressive reaction?

"Well, it seems your faith is sealed, Lucius," Voldemort said softly. With a spell the potion appeared and with another spell, he had forced Lucius to drink it. "Have a nice night."

He quickly guided Hermione out of the room and Apparated them back to his room. One look out the window confirmed that the full moon was rising over the tree line.

"Why did you leave so quickly?" she complained in a very uncharacteristic way. "I want to see him suffer!"

He changed back to his real appearance and lifted her up on the desk so he could have a better look at her. Stroking the hair from her neck and shoulder, he spotted Lupin's bite mark.

"To what extent are you experiencing the side effects of the werewolf's bite?" he asked with a frown.

She shrugged. "I hardly notice it anymore. I guess I hear and smell better. I haven't grown more hair, thankfully."

He looked at her questioningly.

"Snape said I may grow more hair," she explained. "But I haven't notice any."

"You don't need more," he teased and stroked the hair behind her ear before he grew serious. "But this sudden bloodlust? Have you had it before?"

She frowned. "I don't know. I just want to see Lucius suffer for all the problems he has caused me. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing's wrong," Voldemort assured her. "I just want to know if it's new or if you have always been sadistic."

Hermione blushed. "I wouldn't call it sadistic. I just want people to pay for what they have done."

"Like?"

She shrugged. "Well, I punched Draco in school once for being a little prick. Then when we founded DA I put a curse on the members list so if someone ranted us out we would know."

Voldemort laughed. "Well, it seems your sadistic side increases during full moon. How do you feel?"

"Quite hot actually," she answered him. "And restless. Wouldn't you help me with school work? Can't we duel or something?"

"So the full moon gives you more energy and makes you reckless as well? Interesting," he commented.

"What do you mean, reckless?"

"Hermione, there will take a long time before you will be able to beat me, or even wound me in a duel."

She jumped off the desk. "Then I better start practising! Besides, I want to know everything I need to my NEWT's."

Voldemort snorted. "Very well. I will tell you 'I told you so' when you are lying on your pretty little arse."
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