Atlantis - An Adventure | By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 20208 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Hi! I'm on vacation, but luckily I managed to find some internet so I can post the final piece of this story! For those who wish an answer to their reviews after this chapter, I'll add a new “chapter” after this one so I can reply to you and answer any unresolved questions!
QueenRuby: Haha, you'll see what happens in this chapter! And some of the cost will be explained as well! Thank you so much for reviewing!
Magentasouth: Ask and you shall receive! I think all your questions will be answered in this chapter! I hope it is to your satisfaction. Glad you like the story so much!
Mrequecky: I'm glad you think I managed to get it all together! I tried my best, hee hee. And your question about Snape will be answered as well! Happy you fined the last chapter good!
Thank you all so much for reading! Here is the epilogue of Atlantis, an Adventure!
Epilogue
The next five years passed both quickly and slowly for Hermione. While she was caught up in these five years, she thought time was mocking her with how slowly it passed by. Once they were over, she hardly remembered anything of them.
Just two weeks after the Dark Lord's defeat, Hermione sat her NEWT's. She felt completely numb while she did it, however, this proved to be very good. Since she didn't second guess herself, she managed to do anything that was required by her. She graduated the best student for over a century. McGonagall let her know that only Albus Dumbledore had had better grades than her for a period of almost three hundred years. For Hermione, it didn't matter much. The only one she wanted to tell was Voldemort and he wasn't there.
That summer she also got the Order of Merlin, First Class. None had doubted her story about killing Voldemort after gaining his trust. As Voldemort had instructed, she told them all about how he had managed to regain his soul in hope to achieve immortality. Everyone honoured her as a hero, which made Hermione feel guilty. Even if she had believed Voldemort when he said he would not be the Dark Lord again, she didn't like the fact that she was lying about killing him. However, one night Harry came to her temporary rooms at Grimmauld Place. Since Voldemort's "death", he had been very quiet.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked and made room for him at the bed.
Harry sat down stiffly. For a moment they just stared at each other. Then he suddenly hugged her and started crying like a baby. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you so much."
After that Hermione came to terms with her unwanted hero status. Harry had been her best friend for so long and she was happy to be able to get the stress away from him. She still cared for him and her other friends, but after everything that had happened, she just couldn't feel at ease with them. They had all changed, but in opposite directions. She often found herself getting annoyed with how naïve and slow they were in their thinking. Not that they had much to talk about anyway and besides, she always got the feeling they were a bit scared of her when they did.
The money that came with her Order of Merlin let her rent a fairly big apartment in London and live a comfortable life for at least ten years without having to work. Her guilt, on the other hand, didn't allow that. When she wasn't publishing papers about "new" type of magic and herbs (without mentioning anything that could lead to Atlantis) under a false name, she volunteered to St. Mungos- There was where she found Severus Snape again.
After Aluga messed with his mind, he had slipped into a coma. When Hermione was allowed to visit him, he had been in a come for a year. No one understood her reasoning when she demanded to care for him herself. Rumour had it he had been her lover while she was kidnapped by Voldemort. Since it was better than the truth (which only the Order knew), Hermione let them believe what they wanted. After some nasty little curses Voldemort had taught her, the press didn't dare to bother her. All she wanted was peace and quiet and to heal Snape. She reasoned that if Voldemort could become immortal by share stubbornness, she could heal Snape. Voldemort had told her Snape only killed Dumbledore because he was already dying and he had been very helpful when she was kidnapped. She didn't want him to just waste away.
It took months for Snape to regain consciousness and then almost a year before she managed to restore him to complete health. They became friends during that time, but never more than friends. As the years passed, they became closer friends. Severus was the only one Hermione could be completely honest with and Severus admitted that he found her company tolerable. After sometime, he was almost the only one she spent time with on a regular basis. Two years after Voldemort disappeared, Harry and Ginny announced their engagement and Ron sheepishly had to tell his parents that he had knocked his girlfriend up. Hermione still visited them and such thing, but it became less and less frequent.
From the last three years, Hermione hardly remembered anything. Her life was filled with some small jobs at St. Mungos, spending time with Severus, Harry's and Ginny's wedding followed by the birth of their son and sometimes helping Ron with his daughter. She had a short affair with Charlie Weasley one summer when she got a temp-job in Bulgaria (the curse had disappeared when Voldemort changed blood with Aluga). Severus also made sure she hooked up with some random men at bars. Most of the times it was pleasurable, but she never felt more than a sudden rush of attraction. None of them could be compared to Voldemort. Her heart belonged to him. Even when her parents asked about "Tom", she used to say that they were still together, but he was busy with a new dig somewhere and could only meet her once every few months.
She did try to forget him now and again. Hence the affair with Charlie. But she just had to take off her shirt to know whom she wanted to sleep with. The mark Voldemort had forced on her was still black against her skin. Sometimes she hated herself for waiting for him. Even if he had promised to return, there were no telling when that would happen. But since he had promised, she just couldn't let go.
If it hadn't been for Severus, she may have done something very drastic to find him.
"Enjoy your life, Hermione," Severus said one night at dinner in her apartment when she once again had started to think about Voldemort. "He said that he would be back. I'm sure he will. Not that I understand why you would want that, mind."
Severus was the only person she had told the complete truth to. She had even told him that Aluga had been her great-great-great-grandmother or something.
"Voldemort said that you and I are rather alike," she mumbled into her wine-glass. "We are too curious to stay away from him."
He sighed. "That may have been true from when I was younger, but not any more. That man destroyed my life. I don't care how interesting the research was, I don't want anything to do with him, ever again."
"I know," she sighed. "But I miss him."
Five years, three months and fifteen days after he left her was a Friday. As were their tradition, Hermione and Severus met around seven to eat at their standard bar in Muggle London, not far from her apartment. It was well past midnight when they decided to call it a night. Because Severus had got a bit too much to drink, Hermione offered him her couch, as she had many times before.
"You should have taken that boy who was flirting with you," Severus grumbled as they walked up the stairs in her house. She was living on the third floor.
"The one with all the pimples? Really, Severus, sometimes you seem to forget that I'm not nineteen anymore," she said with a laugh.
"I'm just concerned about you waiting for a man that..."
"Severus," she stopped him with a sigh. They had been down this road before. Severus just wanted her to have a healthy relationship. She just wanted Voldemort.
"I'm just want you to live your life, Hermione," he mumbled as she turned the key in her door.
They stepped into the dark apartment. "I know, I keep telling you the same thing," she reminded him.
Severus closed the door behind them and Hermione was just about to press the light-switch when the room lightened up. Hermione stared at the lamp with a frown. How had it managed to do that?
"You."
Her eyes snapped down when she heard Severus' word. For a moment she could hardly believe her eyes. The hall they were standing in was small, opening up into her living room which contained a sitting area in dark blue leather. Her favourite armchair was turned in the direction of the hall, right next to the wall which was hidden behind four book-shelves. It wasn't unusual for her to fall asleep in that armchair, reading a good book. This night it was doubtful she would fall asleep in the armchair. It was occupied.
Voldemort was sitting with one leg over the other, his hands in his lap. His head was leaning against the high back of the armchair and he was wearing a soft smile on his lips. His hair was longer than she remembered and he looked as if he had been sick for a long period of time. But his long blood red robe was clean and his eyes filled with fire.
"Don't tell me you have forgotten my name, Severus," Voldemort said but his eyes were on Hermione. "Although, I have to admit, few people call me Voldemort these days."
As in trance, Hermione walked to him. His eyes were locked with hers. She stopped right in front of him, her knees touching his.
"Hermione." His voice caressed her name.
She slapped him. For a moment he looked very surprised, and his surprised increased when she fell down in his lap and kissed him thoroughly. However, he wasn't late to follow her lead. He pressed her hard against him. It felt as like he was trying to devourer her through the kiss.
"Perhaps I should take the Floo home?" Severus voice interrupted their kiss.
Hermione felt a blush creeping up on her face. She made an attempt to rise, but Voldemort kept her done. Instead she turned in his lap so she could look at Severus.
"Uhm... I didn't mean too..." she stuttered.
Severus sighed. "Don't mind me, Hermione. I know a lost cause when I see one. But know that you are always welcome to come to me." He took a step toward the fire.
Voldemort's hand was slowly stroking circles on Hermione's thigh. "One moment, Severus. I don't want anyone knowing I have been here. Can I still trust your discretion?"
He hesitated, but then he looked at Hermione. "For her," Severus replied.
"I also plan to take Hermione with me when I leave again. Could you inform her other friends that there will be no need to worry?"
Severus arched an eyebrow and looked at Hermione.
Hermione was also quite surprised that Voldemort was deciding what she would do again. She looked down at him with a frown. He just answered with taking her left hand and with a very smug expression kissing her mark. Hermione was reminded by his finally words. He wouldn't let her leave him.
"You can tell them I found a job in China. Harry, Ron and Ginny all know that I have wanted to do something adventurous again. There are a lot of archaeological work there, you know," she said in a low tone. "I'll come and visit you."
Severus sighed. "If that is what you want. Do be careful."
Hermione smiled at him. He lit the fire in her fireplace and with a last "good luck" he left them alone.
"You managed to heal him." It wasn't a question.
Hermione nodded. Her hand travelled over his face, stroking his chin, cheek and up in his hair. It was clean, but seemed a little lifeless.
"What happened to you?" she asked in a low voice.
Voldemort sighed. "It took the royal family of Atlantis two years to decide that I wasn't a threat against them. I don't believe I would have been so fortune if Aluga hadn't been so disliked. Only her mortal family liked her. Although, I still had to prove my worth to the royal family. I'm not allowed to tell you what they forced me to do, except that I can never 'pretend to be a God'. Alas, I can never be the Dark Lord again. Since I now have Aluga's blood inside me, they have some power over me. However, I also hold power over them. They may be older and more knowledge, but they are awfully close-minded. I'm able to do things that they can't even imagine."
Hermione chuckled. "I don't doubt that."
He returned her smile and his hand came under her blouse. "Then I spent three years finishing Aluga's businesses."
"Why?" she asked. It didn't sound like Voldemort to do something just because of a dead woman's wishes.
"Aluga let me know things. It's difficult to explain. At first I didn't intend to do it, but while I was at Atlantis, I started to feel... guilty. I wasn't able to sleep well until I had decided I would take care of what she asked me too. Besides, I hate unfinished businesses." His hand stroked her back. "Although, I didn't think it would take as long as it did. Aluga had some enemies she wanted me to take care off. I underestimated them and they managed to capture me. It took me three months to get away and kill them. Another month to recover. Then I wanted to see you."
Hermione didn't know what to say, so she kissed him again. The snogging quickly turned more heated and somehow (none of them really remembered how) they got each other's clothes off. Hermione's fingers danced over his body, exploring old sensitive areas and some new scars. Voldemort did the same with her, kissing every part of her upper body, sucking at her nipple and massaging her bum. She rubbed herself against his rock hard cock, teasing him until he let out a growl and forced himself inside her.
Breathing heavily, they stopped every moment and stared into each others eyes. Hermione could feel his unspoken question and allowed him to enter her mind. He saw everything she had been doing the past five years, as well as her love affairs. With a sigh, he withdrew. His hands moved over her back.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he finally said.
"For what?" she whispered, confused.
"For not being there when you needed me too," he said in a whisper. "For having to fuck other, lesser, men."
Hermione let out a surprised laugh. She caressed his face. "You haven't changed."
He smiled first, but then he became serious. "I have. To some extent. I am sorry I killed your friend. I realise now that it was what made you hesitate to sleep with me again. But know that I never wished to kill him. If I could redo it, I would have acted differently."
A weight Hermione didn't even remember she had been carrying lifted from her shoulders. Slowly, she started to rock back and forth in his lap, creating pleasuring friction. Voldemort closed his eyes, his hand tightening over her hips. When he started to move her up and down his cock, she closed her eyes as well, enjoying to finally have him close to her again.
Once they had worked up a speed, his left hand found it's way down to where they were connected. He started to stroke her clit and Hermione showed her pleasure by moving even faster. It didn't take many minutes until she exploded with pleasure, taking him with her.
She collapsed in his arms. He placed lazy kisses down her throat. She was almost asleep when she felt him lift her up in his arms. Snuggling against his chest a small part of her asked whether Voldemort had just said he was sorry because he knew that was what she wanted to hear. After a moment of consideration, she came to the conclusion that it didn't matter. She loved him just as much as she did five years ago. At least it showed that he cared and wanted to be with her, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered to lie.
He laid her down on her bed after pulling away the green covers. Not until Ron pointed it out had she realised that her whole bedroom was decorated in Slytherin colours. She had scowled then, telling Ron that it was just colours after all. Now a part of her wondered if Voldemort would comment it, but he just lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms.
"Are you still on the contraceptive potion I gave you?" he asked in a low voice as he slowly stroked her stomach.
"Yes," she mumbled, her eyes closed, but not ready to sleep just yet.
"Hm."
"What?"
He was quiet for so long she opened her eyes and turned to look at him. He had the most peculiar expression.
"What?" she asked again.
"Well, I knew you wanted children. I thought that maybe you had decided to get one by now."
She snorted. "I won't even be twenty-five until next week. It's still to early for children. Besides, I do want my child to have a father and none of the other men I've met managed to capture my attention to long."
He chuckled. "I'm glad to hear."
She felt her stomach clench. She didn't want to think about their issues now when they were finally together again, but if she didn't bring it up, she would always regret it. "But I still want children one day."
He nuzzled her neck. "I figured as much. And I've decided that I can live with that. I'm immortal after all, I can spare seventeen years on upbringing. Besides, it will be... interesting to see you fat with my baby in your tummy."
She scowled at him, but inside she was basking in happiness. They continued to just lie together, enjoying each others presence.
"Where will we be going now?" she asked after a while.
"Anywhere we want," Voldemort answered. "Since I carry the curse, you'll be infected with it and hence begin to age really slowly from now on. I also think I have found a way to make you immortal for real, if you wish to. Although, I warn you, it will probably take years of research."
Hermione smiled. "You want to be with me for all eternity?"
Voldemort rose a little so he could look down at her. "I believe eternity would be quite boring without you."
Hermione stroked his cheek. "Okay, well, before we leave England, we need to visit my parents. They have started to doubt if you really are good for me. But... well, I can't see how a little research could hurt."
He chuckled. "No, a little research can't harm much."
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