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Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30388 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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AN: I am SO sorry if some of you thought the last chapter was the 'last chapter'. This story ends on Chapter 28 (with Fool Me Twice) and yep, I cried! lol Hope you enjoy!

Hermione felt as though the breath had been sucked from her body while someone painfully extracted her bones as well. She couldn�t breathe, couldn�t scream out from the painful sensations, and she certainly couldn�t stop herself from being dragged into the abyss with him.
Her body spun like a top, clutched tightly by the arms in the vice-like grip of Tom�s hands. How had it come to this? How had she--the Gryffindor Princess, the bookworm, best friend to the Boy-Who-Lived, prisoner of Lucius Malfoy, whore to the Dark Lord himself, and a dark power in her own right--gotten herself into this position? Another spasm of pain racked her body and she fought off a wave of nausea that the spinning seemed to cause.
After moments that felt like several eternities, Hermione�s feet landed with a thud, only to have a sharp, hard object hit her chest as the force of Tom�s body slammed into her. She staggered backwards several steps before gaining her balance and supporting his weight as well. When she felt him retake his own weight, the painful object on her chest left as well. The sword, she thought absently. She, however, clung to him as a lifeline while her head continued to spin and her stomach threatened to return the remnants of her last meal.
�Remove yourself from my person,� he hissed, making Hermione jump out of his arms quickly, even as she rubbed her chest to relieve the pain left behind by the hard metal of the sword�s end. The Dark Lord�s gaze slowly swept from her face to the blood covered sword lodged in his own chest. �Extract your precious sword or I shall melt it,� he snarled menacingly.
Hermione tentatively stepped forward, her shaky hands gripping the ruby-encrusted hilt of Godric Gryffindor�s sword as she willed her heavy breathing to return to normal. With a grunt, she pulled it swiftly from his chest and watched as one of his elegant, pale hands instinctively lifted to clamp on top of the wound. When he groaned and stumbled slightly, she remembered the sword had an interwoven layer of Basilisk venom and that it had been used to destroy the Horcruxes. Disgusted, she threw it to the ground, the sound of clanging metal slightly muffled. When she glanced down, she realized with a shock that the floor resembled a slivery, cloudy substance, yet felt solid beneath her.
There should be more blood, Hermione thought with slight detachment as she looked back up at Tom. It was as though the shock from the last several hours was most prevalent in her mind, and had somehow cut off her ability to think rationally. Somewhat sardonically, she realized that the lack of bleeding helped to alleviate her own guilt. She had stabbed him, had run a sword straight through his chest in the hopes of killing him once and for all, killing a man she had almost convinced herself of having feelings for. His death would come, of that she was sure, but she found herself glad to be putting it off for as long as possible, though she was not quite sure why.
Taking a small step closer, she softly said, �Tom, I-�
�Take in your surroundings, Hermione.� He interrupted her as though he did not wish to hear her confession or her guilt. His voice was rough from the pain but his face was eerily kind in expression, and she realized he had had that look often while they brainstormed together in his chambers at night. �You are inside the veil. Do you not wish to sate your never ceasing curiosity? To learn something more while you still have the chance?�
The realization that she, Hermione Granger, was currently stuck behind the veil struck her momentarily dumb. When she looked around, it was to realize that she was no longer as detached as she thought and that he was right about her curiosity, so she greedily took in her surroundings. There was a complete mix of normal things inside the large bedroom-size, stone room that made no sense to her whatsoever. A roaring stone fireplace sat against the far right wall. To the left stood spectator benches much like she assumed the ones in the Death Chamber had once looked like, prior to the years of wear that had taken their toll. Against the back wall, along the corner with the fireplace, stood a hodgepodge of what appeared to be large boulders, chairs and tables completely obstructing her view of that corner of the room. When she saw the skeletal remains of humans, she outwardly shuddered. At the other corner, close to the benches, stood a tall, heavy looking wooden door.
�There�s a door,� she muttered out loud before striding across the room towards it. When she grasped the iron handle and tried to turn it, a groan lodged in her throat. �It�s locked.�
�Perhaps you can use that detestable sword to pry it open,� Tom suggested quietly. �Although, I do fear that the room was not called the �Death Chamber� without just cause.�

�You could be right. Still, I don�t want to give up until we have exhausted every�� Her voice trailed off as she glanced to the one side of the room she hadn�t looked at yet. She had been so distracted by the door that she had failed to consider the possibility of returning the same way from which they had come. Standing before her, set off parallel to the wooden door in the back, was the entrance from the veil, a shimmering door-like structure that emitted strange whispery noises and sent out actual sparks of magic from its frame.
Shaking her head as if to clear the overwhelming whispers, Hermione lifted her hand and tried to Summon the sword. When it only vibrated, she tried again.
�It would appear things are rather unhurried in here,� she sighed, walking back to the Dark Lord and bending over to pick up the bloody sword.
Tom eyed the sword menacingly. �Yes, the progression of the blood from my body is not as it should be.�
Was that relief? She looked at him a moment, realization stunning her. �Your only fear is death,� she stated plainly, but the sudden anger radiating from him was unmistakable.
�I fear nothing,� he said sharply. �And I will not die. Did you honestly believe that you, a Mudblood, could kill me? That there was even a small chance of my demise? I have taken measures to assure that will not happen.�
Her eyes widened slightly at his words, but then her own anger surfaced, even as she willed the image of his increased breathing and his bloody hand from her mind. �Your Horcruxes have been destroyed. You yourself have felt the effects recently. Now, I am going to try and find a way out of here. You are free to either come with me or stay where you are.�
She palmed the sword and walked towards the door. At first, she tried to use it for leverage, willing it to turn the knob that refused to turn. In her frustration, she thought of using the chairs and table to hurl at the door, only to realize that was probably the reason why they already lay broken and shattered in the corner. More skeletal remains caught her eye and she paled suddenly. Remus had gone through the veil moments before she had, yet he wasn�t here. Sirius had went through years before, but he wasn�t here either. Were those remains theirs? Her eyes clouded with tears and she choked back a sob. Oh gods, Remus! she thought, her tears spilling down her cheeks as she realized with quiet finality that he was gone�the proof lying before her.
That was not to be her future! She had suffered enough, by Salazar, and she�d be damned if she�d wind up a pile of bones in a room, locked with Tom for all eternity simply for the sin of almost loving the man she had wished he could have been. He, however, was not that man; that man was Lucius, had always been Lucius.
With renewed strength, she shoved the sword between the jamb and the door, willing it to crack open. She gasped in surprise, however, when the sword started to smoke and she slowly removed it, only to find the entire end had melted completely.
The whispers were becoming increasingly annoying, and she tried to shake the sounds from her head again as she glared at the veil. One voice was louder than the rest and decidedly male, along with the most annoying of all. Still, she concentrated on her task and looked back to the sword, a far away memory tugging at her mind. Then she understood. Harry had used his pocket knife to try to open the Room of Love that day in their fifth year and it had melted just like this sword. Was it possible that that room lay behind this door?
Tom coughed harshly, and her eyes snapped back to him. Blood was trickling from his mouth, and she found her heart breaking slightly as remorse for all her actions set in. Forgetting the door for the time being, she rushed to his side only moments before his weak body staggered backwards against the wall. He was close to death, yet he looked nonplussed by it all.
The locked door behind them creaked open and she felt a twinge of pain until a strange wave of ultimate calm filled her completely for several seconds. Voldemort, however, roared in agony until the door was closed, and the feelings left both of them panting slightly. An acrid smell consumed her nostrils and she realized with revulsion that there were now gaping wounds along his legs, visible only through the burned holes of his once elegant robes.
She turned to the door quickly when the strange feelings settled and her body returned to normal, ready to fight whatever was to come next. Upon seeing the figure standing before her and shaking his head as if in confusion, she squealed in delight and rushed forward, throwing her arms around him and sobbing openly on his shoulder.
�You�re alive!� she sobbed over and over before he slowly unwound her arms from his neck and smiled down at her.
Pushing a lock of hair from her face, he whispered in a hoarse voice, �Yeah, I think I am.� Concern quickly replaced his happiness as they walked further into the room. �How did you get in here? What happened?�
A growl from across the room caught both of their attention. �Can you not die, wolf? Is it a physical impossibility that allows you to live through everything?�
Remus gasped in surprise when he saw the man slumped against the wall, blood caked around his hand and down his robes even as the gaping wound along his midsection continued to ooze, something akin to a snarl and a grimace gracing his rather human face. As Remus walked towards him, Hermione caught his wrist and shook her head.
�He�s bleeding, Hermione, the least we could do is help him.�
�You don�t want to help him, Remus,� she said quietly.
�Is that�� he started, looking from the man to Hermione and back again, eyes wide in sudden understanding. �And you��
�Yes,� she whispered, before smiling at him again. �Where have you been? What�s through that door? I tried to open it, but I couldn�t.�
�I have no idea. When I went through the veil I felt a pain worse even than my own transformations, but when I landed and came to, I was in a different room than this. I felt safe and happy; I felt content for the first time in my life. Then, suddenly, a door opened and I was forced through it, right into here. Where are we now?�
�I don�t know. This is where we landed when we came through the veil.�
�How did you-�
He was cut off by the sound of the door creaking open once again, and she felt the same rush of pain, then contentment, that she had felt previously. Before she could look, the Dark Lord gave another roar and she saw him clutch his chest and his face contort in agony.
It was the figure standing before her, shutting the door and staring back at her and Remus, that held her attention, however. �It can�t be,� Remus muttered, his eyes even wider as he stared at the man before them.
�Sirius?� Hermione gasped. There was no mistaking his identity; he looked exactly as he had the day he had gone through the veil all those years ago.
�In the flesh!� he grinned, his eyes only on Remus. �Oi, Moony, why the look and who�s the bird?� When she looked at Remus closer, she noticed that his face softened in a way she didn�t recognize. �Been gone awhile, huh?�
Remus tried to speak, but his voice was lodged somewhere in his throat and he simply nodded. Hermione, however, noticed the same soft look on Remus� face that had been on Sirius�. He simply nodded again, and they both walked closer to each other as she watched them curiously. When they embraced, both with tears beginning to well up in their eyes, she simply stared. Their embrace was so personal that she found herself feeling like a voyeur. They separated slightly, Remus� arms remaining around Sirius� waist even as their foreheads stayed touching, and Sirius held on to Remus� shoulders tightly. Hermione gasped loudly when they leaned forward, their lips hungrily seeking out the other�s as they moved even closer and moaned in turn. Dear gods!
A groan from beside her pulled her attention away from the two apparent lovers and she saw Tom slowly slide down the wall to land on the floor, his back still propped up against the hard stones and his breathing shallow and irregular. �Tom!� she yelped, running over to kneel beside him as she took his cold, bloody hand in her own. Grotesque blisters now covered his entire body, and she noticed with a shudder of revulsion that his extremely tattered robes her smoking slightly. How could this have happened? What could have caused such a reaction in his body?
�You look like death warmed over, mate,� Sirius said cheekily, as he looked down at the injured man with a young woman he now recognized as his godson�s best friend.
�Ah, Black,� Tom said silkily, his voice smoother than Hermione would have thought possible given his current condition. �The one who got away.�
�Got away? What are you on about? I�ve been trapped in some weird room; nice room, granted, but weird.�
�Um, Sirius,� Hermione said shakily, looking from Remus to Sirius, �meet Tom Riddle.�
�Tom Riddle? Now why does that sound familiar?�
�It�s Voldemort,� Remus replied through gritted teeth.
Sirius shut his eyes, only to open them wide as Remus� words truly sunk in. �Voldemort?�
�In the flesh,� Tom replied coldly, mimicking Sirius� own words.
�You bastard!� Sirius screamed, lunging towards him with fists raised, only to be held back by Remus. �Let me go, Remus! I�ll kill him! I�ll kill him with my bare hands!�
Tom chuckled, but it was Remus who responded. �He�s already dying.�
�That�s not good enough!�
�Do calm yourself, Black,� Tom scoffed. �Hermione has already had that pleasure, haven�t you, pet?�
Hermione winced at the name, even as his finger lifted and shakily stroked her cheek before falling back down to his lap. She refused to look at Remus, choosing instead to simply nod her head. �You made me choose. You took away all I had until you were the only thing left. I couldn�t let you win. I�m sorry.�
�Do not cry for me, tim molisje. I told you I will forever be in this world.�

�Hermione, damn it! Answer me!�

Hermione jumped as though someone had shocked her, the whispers in her head finally breaking through as Severus� voice became clear.

�Severus? I�m here. We�re in a room through the veil.�
�Thank Merlin you�re alive!� There was a light pause and then he continued. �Your words are too rushed, slow down. We�re thinking of a way to get you out. I know you just went through, but hang in there and I�ll get you out! That is, if I can keep Potter from going in with you.�
�Just? Are you serious? I feel like it�s been hours. The Dark Lord is dying slowly, and Remus and Sirius are both in here with us.�

Another pause. �Interesting. The Aurors have been called. Rodolphus has disappeared, but the other Death Eaters have been detained. Do not break this connection, Hermione. I need to think for a moment.�

Turning back to Dark Lord, and noticing the strange looks on their faces, she simply shrugged. �I am not crying over you, but for fear that you speak the truth, for regret of the things I�ve done and the way I hurt those I love.� Turning back to Remus, she quickly wiped her eyes and said softly, �Severus says the others have been detained and the Aurors are on their way. Harry�s a bit upset.�
�Severus? Harry�s fine?� Sirius asked in confusion. It was obvious he was confused about the way she spoke of Severus, but overjoyed that Harry was alive.
The Dark Lord eyed Sirius coldly once more. �Did you honestly think that Severus would betray me? Did you believe he would stand with that oaf Dumbledore when he could stand at the right hand of power?�
�No, I thought he was a greasy git who-�
�Shut up, Sirius,� Hermione hissed.
Tom continued. �Hermione has taken a special liking to my most loyal, Black. You do not wish to offend her. Ask your wolf; her wrath is a thing of beauty.�
�He�s not loyal to you,� she whispered.
Tom chuckled and smiled slightly, his appearance now that of Lord Voldemort and not of Tom Riddle. Sirius and Remus gasped, but she simply shook her head as he spoke with venom in his voice that failed to frighten her. �He is loyal to me! He has always been loyal to me!�
�No,� she repeated. So sure was she that he would die soon that she was willing to tell him everything, to reveal where his perfect plan was frayed slightly�a fray that had cost him his life, his power. �You lost Severus Snape the minute you ordered Lily Potter to death. He loved her like no other and you killed her.�
Again Sirius and Remus gasped, Sirius sputtering indignations that Hermione chose to ignore. �I told him I would spare her, but he understood when I could not. She was simply a Mudblood.�
�It doesn�t matter,� she replied. �When she died, you lost Severus. It is through him that you lost everything. And you should know by now, there is nothing simple about Mudbloods.�
�When this is over, I will kill him myself,� he hissed, believing her words even without proof. �Lucius will do nicely as my second in command, even if he has failed in the past.�
�Bloody Malfoy git. Where does he fit in to this?� Sirius snarled.
�Perhaps, Sirius,� Hermione admonished, �if you would be so inclined to shut your mouth and listen, things would become surprisingly clear.�
�She has a special bond,� the Dark Lord hissed angrily, surprising jealousy clearly underwriting his words, �with Lucius as well. It�s sickening the way he was panting after her.�
�Lucius Malfoy has never panted after anyone. But, you lost him as well,� she said, her tone even as she continued to tell him of his own misgivings.
�Liar!�
�No, Milord, it is not a lie. When you ordered Draco killed, Lucius made a vow and joined the Order in exchange for his son�s life.� She missed Sirius whisper a questioned �Milord� to Remus as she concentrated solely on the man before her.
�But he came back to me.�
�Yes, because Draco Malfoy is a git,� she said with an angry smile. �Because power meant something to him and he was not old enough, not tainted enough to realize what the rise to power would cost him. I saved his life before and I will be forced to do so again I�m afraid.�
�You? You are nothing but a filthy little Mudblood! What could you possibly have done to undermine me? Before attempting to kill me first, that is.�
�Everything.� She sighed, knowing she might as well continue. �I took your Mark in exchange for their protection because, through it all, they were the only two who stood by me, who protected me. I have been betrayed by everyone save them and Remus. I vowed to myself that no matter what happened, no matter what I had to do, I would protect the three of them with my very life. There were times I worried about myself, times when the darkness became too much to bear and I was sure I was lost, but it was always a look or touch, or even a forceful admonishment from those two that brought me back to myself. I did not pick a side, I selfishly chose those around me that I cared for and condemned the rest. My darkness isn�t natural, Milord, and I have the ability to fight it. Your darkness is who you are, and you cannot fight that which is your very being. A seventh of your soul is all that survives and, once you die, you will be truly gone from this world.�
A mirthless laugh filled the room and Hermione felt her blood run cold. She had been afraid he was planning something all along, and now she was certain of it. He slowly began to stand, his body shaking as it was forced to support his weight.
�You cannot learn everything from a book, or from a deranged old man, tim molisje. I will admit that with you, things were different than with any other, but you were simply a means to an end. Simply a way to torment Potter and nothing more.�
�Do not lie now, Milord, it doesn�t suit you.� Certain realizations of her own slowly crept into her intelligent brain. Love was Harry�s weapon�the room behind her contained love�the room behind her caused him deep agony.

He chose to ignore her. �As long as Harry Potter lives,� he replied haughtily, even as his legs began to shake more and his colour faded to a blue-white like none she had ever seen, �then I too shall live.�
She knew it was coming, could tell by the way he gathered his magic and tried to use some of hers as well that he was planning something colossal. Would he kill them all now to end his own suffering? To die on his own terms only to be reborn like he had been before? Would he use Harry again? His magic gathered and began to entwine within his hands.

�Severus! You must send Harry through the veil! You must do it now!� she screamed through their bond, her voice full of panic as she tried to rush to the heavy wooden door, only to be held back by Voldemort�s grip on her robes. She fought him. If she could open the door and allow the force of love to overtake him, she could end this now. The pain she had felt each time it had opened was from her own darkness, and she knew she would die with him; she only hoped the room would understand, that it would open for her.

�I will not!�
�You must, Severus!�
�This is insane, even for you.�
�We don�t have time, and this is the only way to truly stop him! Send Harry through the veil now! And Severus, tell Lucius I love him, that it has always been him for me and no one else.�
�Hermione, what-�
�NOW SEVERUS! DO IT NOW!�

Voldemort�s magic began to glow in his hand like a ball and with the other, he quickly grabbed Hermione�s hand, stealing her magic as he drew on his own and the ball turned to a brilliant blue, only seconds before Harry�s scream broke into the room and he landed near them. He began chanting words in an old language that she couldn�t understand and his entire body went rigid. The door to the Room of Love, apparently sensing her need, her will, opened of its own accord, and both she and the Dark Lord screamed in agony. Sirius rushed over to Harry as Remus tried to pull Hermione away. A moment later, fire burned up her arm as the ball held in his hand exploded.
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