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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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And now the answer to the question “who is crazy enough to kidnap Hermione?”! Thank you all so much for your reviews. Yes, I know I am an evil person, I enjoy it very much.
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Chapter 25
Hermione woke up in a cold and dark dungeon. She snorted. Why was it always a dungeon? Was it just because she was a Muggleborn that people thought she couldn’t be held captive in a comfy bedroom?
Hermione! Kara’s voice came into her head, filled with anxiety and worry.
I’m alright, Hermione said. Just a captive.
I felt them hit you, Kara said. It tried to come to you, but the wards are keeping me inside!
Don’t worry, I’m awake now, I’ll get out from here once I know who captured me, Hermione reassured him. You just stay where you are. If Voldemort comes back, you can tell him that someone captured me when I was at the Ministry.
I should rescue you, not the short-tailed stick-waver, Kara muttered.
You will lend me the power I need to get out of here myself, Hermione said firmly. They have taken my wand, but I think we could try that fire-breathing trick again.
Kara was a lot happier at that prospect and he promised to keep an eye out for Voldemort.
Hermione felt her way in the dark. She couldn’t see a thing, but she could feel the stone walls surrounding her. After a moment, she came across the door. It was of some sort of metal, but she couldn’t feel a handle anywhere. It must open from the outside.
Even without a wand, she could light a fire with her bare hands, but she didn’t want to give away her abilities until she had to. The people that captured her no doubt thought she was useless without a wand. She looked forward to prove them wrong.
Interestingly enough, she wasn’t scared at all. One would think she should be, but since she doubted that it was Voldemort that had thrown her in a dungeon for no reason (he would have been torturing her by now if he was the guilty one), she was confident in her ability to get out of here. Even if she couldn’t escape for some strange reason, she knew that Voldemort would want her back.
However, when she felt something furry run over her feet, she yelped in fright and jumped back, her heart racing.
Rats!
She took a few steadying breaths. She wasn’t that scared of rats. She just found them unpleasant. Especially in the dark.
The door opened with a creaking sound and Hermione had to blink at the sudden light.
“So the Mudblood is awake now.”
Despite her former confidence in her ability to break free, a shudder went through her as she recognised that voice.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Blinking rapidly, she finally regained her vision and saw the horrid woman in front of her. To her surprise, she wasn’t alone. Two men were flanking her, Rudolphus Lestrange and a man she didn’t recognise.
Two of Voldemort’s top Death Eaters had kidnapped her. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Clearly, her mission to make people rebel against Voldemort was succeeding.
“Do you have any special reason for abducting me, or are you just longing for the Dark Lord to torture you?” Hermione asked, smiling.
“You think he will care?” Bellatrix hissed. “You are nothing but his whore! He will replace you in an instant.”
“Oh? With you, you mean?” Hermione mocked. It was clear that Bellatrix was jealous. “Really, Rodolphus, can’t you satisfy your wife in bed?”
“You filthy little Mudblood,” Rodolphus growled. “Crucio!”
Hermione had known they would curse her sooner or later, and she allowed them to do so. Because she planned on letting at least one of them live to tell the others that she would get away with killing two Death Eaters, despite being just a Muggleborn.
Yet, the Cruciatus Curse was far from pleasant and when he finally let her go, she was shaking, the bitter tang of blood filling her mouth from biting her own cheek.
“Just face it, Bella,” Hermione taunted, slowly turning. “The Dark Lord is finished with your kind. It doesn’t matter to him that I’m a Mudblood because I’m just like him, bonded with a dragon.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Bellatrix hissed, sending another spell at her, which cut into her leg, and left a trail of blood in its wake.
Hermione forced herself to ignore the pain. “It means everything. You cannot fathom the power the dragon brings. He knows that it has nothing to do with blood, it’s all about power.”
“You lie!”
Another hex, slicing into her stomach. It stung like hell, but Hermione was driving home the point.
“A demonstration, then,” Hermione said, because she didn’t know how many more curses she could stand before she lost consciousness again. She needed to end this, fast.
Kara, are you ready? she silently asked her dragon.
Let’s kill them all, Kara roared in her head.
Hermione could feel the power building up inside her. She opened her mouth and screamed out her hate for them all, but instead of sounds, deadly fire spewed forth from her mouth.
The horrified surprise on Rodolphus and Bellatrix’s faces was comical. But it was soon wiped away by the fire. Hermione willingly focused the fire on the two of them, just letting the third man get some of the heat.
Before the blackened bodies of the Lestranges had reached the floor, the third man had fled. The staccato of his escaping footsteps echoing throughout the corridor.
Hermione let up the fire. She felt lightheaded and dizzy and she didn’t know if she would be strong enough to Apparate, even if she could get hold of a wand. The smell of burnt body was nauseating.
Should she just wait until Voldemort returned and hope that he would find her?
Her eyes fell on the smoking corpses. Bellatrix had taken most of the flames and her body was completely unrecognisable. But half of Rodolphus body was still intact, if a bit cooked. More importantly, his left arm was still intact
She slowly crawled forward, grabbing the arm and rolling up the still smoking sleeve.
There it was, the Dark Mark. It seemed to be pulsating against the reddened skin. It was still alive, despite that its host was dead.
She frowned. Harry had said that the Death Eaters only needed to touch their Dark Mark to summon him, but she guessed it had to be more behind it. After all, people could touch their arm by accident all the time. It had to be about intent.
Could she summon him if she willed it?
Well, it was worth a shot. She just hoped that Voldemort would actually come.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her right index finger against the mark, thinking about her husband, willing him to come to her. She held the pressure on the mark for almost a minute before letting go of it.
He hadn’t appeared right away, but if he was far away, he couldn’t just Apparate, he would have to fly for a bit.
She would wait for a while and then try again. If she could stay conscious. Her head was starting to spin quite a bit.
No, she needed to stay awake! There was always a risk that the other Death Eater would come back with reinforcements. Not a very big risk, but still. Besides, she should probably do something about her wounds. She was still bleeding.
She slapped her cheek, the pain making her more alert. Then she tore off a bit of her robe and tied it over the wound on her leg. It didn’t seem to be very deep and it hadn’t severed any major arteries (she would probably be dead by now if it had).
“What in the name of Slytherin happened here?” Voldemort was standing in the doorway, staring in disbelief at the bodies.
“Oh, Bellatrix and her husband tried to kill me,” Hermione said, trying to focus her eyes on him, but there seemed to be two of him. “I killed them back.”
Then, she giggled. That was hardly the correct way to say it, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember how to say it.
“They tortured you,” he noted, stepping closer to her, looking at her wounds.
“A little,” Hermione confirmed. “I tried to reason with them, but they were unreasonable so then I fired them.”
She giggled again. She could start a gig as a comedian. Live at Hogwarts, it’s the word-punning Headmistress!
Voldemort sighed. “I see need to give you some assistance before we talk. Come here.”
He reached down, gathering her in his arms.
Hermione rested her head against his chest, inhaling his pleasurable scent. “Yes, helping is good.”
Then, she blacked out again.
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Voldemort was most disappointed. How could Bella betray him in such a way? He wasn’t surprised over Rodolphus. That man had always done whatever Bella wanted. But Bella was supposed to want what Voldemort wanted. Why had she kidnapped and tortured Hermione?
His wife was completely exhausted after killing them. She had only woken up briefly when he tended to her wounds, but then fallen asleep as soon as he put her in bed. Now he was lying in bed too, but he simply couldn’t sleep.
He had known his Death Eaters were unhappy that he had chosen a Mudblood as his wife, but he could never have imagined that any of them would rebel like this. Human were indeed less reliable than dragons. If he could, he would just get rid of all of them and rule over the dragons. Burn them all, wizards and Muggles alike.
But he wasn’t a dragon, that was what he had to remind himself. He was a wizard and he would rule wizards and dragons alike. Wizards were still useful. They could do magic that the dragons couldn’t, and that was needed for a modern society. Dragons didn’t care about society. They just cared about eating, sleeping, playing and fucking. He would grow bored if that was all he could do. He was too intelligent for that.
Next to him, Hermione began moving. It was the middle of the night, but she had been asleep for several hours.
She sat up, fast, looking around her wildly. When her eyes fell on him, she relaxed and sank back down in the bed. She had grown accustomed to him. Just a few months ago, she would hardly have become relaxed by seeing him. Soon she would be ready for the ritual.
“Hello,” he said softly. “How are you feeling?”
“A bit groggy,” she replied, rubbing her eyes.
“Understandable, considering your ordeal. Tell me what happened,” he ordered.
Hermione was silent for several seconds. He wondered if it was because she was too confused by the pain relief potions he had given her, or if she was about to lie about something.
“I had to go to the Ministry to take care of some school related business,” she began.
Ah, so she wasn’t lying, but definitely trying to hide something from him. Well, he would make sure to question her about what she had been doing at the Ministry after she told him what had happened with his Death Eaters.
“When I was about to leave, someone struck me from behind and I woke up in a dungeon. The Lestranges were there and Bellatrix was going on and on about how I wasn’t worthy of you,” Hermione scoffed. “Then she began torturing me and since I didn’t have my wand, I … opened fire. Then I saw that he – Rodolphus – had his Dark Mark intact. I was about to pass out from the pain, so I was hoping that pressing it would make you find me and help me.”
“What exactly was it that Bella said to you?” Voldemort asked.
Hermione sighed. “I don’t remember the exact words. Well, they did call me filthy Mudblood and a whore that you would just replace the moment I was dead. I think Bella was hoping that she would replace me.”
Voldemort had to agree on that. Bella had always wanted to be in his bed. But he didn’t fuck his minions, it made them think he liked them and would excuse their errors more easily. It was simply not good for morale.
“Are you angry that I killed them?” Hermione asked in a low voice.
He sighed, not certain what to say. “I can hardly expect you to not protect yourself in such a situation. But I am wondering what you were doing outside castle to begin with.”
“It was an emergency,” Hermione answered softly. “Kara told me that you had just left with your dragon and that usually means you will be away for a while. I had to act fast.”
“On what?”
“I found out that a student is pregnant. But she still has a couple of years left in school, which is mandatory. Thus, I had to make sure the child would be taken care of when the parents are busy with classes.”
“And what solution did you find?” he asked.
“Her mother – the student’s mother that is – will be released from Azkaban and instead be at house arrest in her own home. That way, she can take care of the baby.”
“So you used the first opportunity you got to free a fellow Mudblood from prison,” he noted, a bit impressed by her courage to go behind his back.
“Yes,” she said, not looking the least bit ashamed. “But since both abortion and home-schooling is against the law – and you can hardly go to class with a baby – this was the best solution.”
“Be that as it may, you must have bribed someone at the Ministry to get it to pass,” Voldemort said.
She shrugged. “It worked.”
“Who did you bribe and with what?”
“I didn’t bribe, I blackmailed,” Hermione said with a satisfied smile.
Clearly, she enjoyed blackmailing. She was not even close to as good as she wanted to believe. He liked that about her.
“Whom?”
“Umbridge,” Hermione finally admitted.
“And you aren’t worried that I will punish her now for releasing a Mudblood from prison?” Voldemort asked.
A sly smile started to spread over Hermione’s lips. She turned to her side, placing a hand against his chest, slowly tracing the line in the middle of his ribcage.
“Not even the slightest. In fact, I could think of one or two things I could do to motivate you to hurt her,” she said, her voice husky.
Voldemort smirked. “You really hate her.”
“I really do,” Hermione murmured, leaning in closer, kissing him.
He answered the kiss softly, as she scooched closer to her. He smoothed his hand over her hip before stroking her skin up to her breast.
“Are you trying to distract me from asking which student it is?” he mumbled against her lips.
“Is it working?” she breathed, the hand on his chest moving down his body towards his cock.
“Definitely,” he purred, kissing her hotly again.
He didn’t care about some student and a Mudblood mother who could be locked inside her own home instead of at Azkaban. Especially not when Hermione had started to softly stroke his cock with her short nails, sending shivers up his spine.
He was very happy that she was showing more interest in sex, regardless of the reasons behind it. The closer to him she came, the sooner he would be able to use her to hide his soul. She just had to open up a little more to him. He didn’t need her to love him, just accept him into her heart and soul. Sex always helped with that when it came to emotional Gryffindors.
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