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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Voldemort fought against the invisible barrier that kept him from approaching his mother and that dirty gargoyle of a Muggle. He was hopeless as he watched while his father harmed his mother on the bed.
The first time he had this dream it nearly drove him insane when he was not able to save his mother from his father's cruelty. If they had been any other couple, he knew he couldn't have cared less about what they did in their own home. But this woman was his mother, an heir to Salazar Slytherin himself. He wished he could grip his hands around Thomas Riddle senior's pale neck and squeeze. The dream recurred so often now that he had come to believe there was truly nothing he could do to stop him.
The same thing happened every time, only the pain and anguish always renewed itself, like opening an old wound. Riddle senior would hit his mother, she would beg him to stop, and then Voldemort himself would call out to her, and she would tell him to "save the heir." He never understood what she was talking about. He asked her every single time, only to wake up in his bed unanswered.
On this particular occasion, however, it was especially difficult—he was desperate for the answer, and he felt that he was closer than ever to getting it. He woke with the image of his mother's beautiful, pained face fresh in his mind, and as expected he felt a convulsion in his stomach and had to breathe deeply until the wave of nausea passed. When he cleared his mind and felt ready to sleep again, Voldemort tried to roll onto his left side to face Harmony. But as he turned, something on top of him kept him from moving freely. The light weight on his chest took him completely by surprise, and he nearly reached for his wand on impulse to cast it away.
He couldn't see in the dark room, so he put a hand on whatever it was to get a feel of the shape. He felt silky cloth, and as he followed it off his body to the left, he heard Harmony gasp lightly.
His hand jerked away in surprise when he realized it was her arm he was squeezing. He traced the arm back to his chest again, thinking she must have rolled over in her sleep. He could hear her slow breaths coming from where her head had fallen off her pillow and came to rest next to his own.
Her body heat brought warmth where she curled up against him, and for a fleeting moment, Voldemort felt—not alone. A rare warmth that he felt within made him realize that he was in possession of someone he could share absolutely everything with; a perfect affinity.
Right then, there was no past, no future, just the present. He felt all this within just the briefest of moments, before he was sucked back into reality with the thought that if she'd been any other woman he would have swatted her hand away angrily and left. But Harmony was not just any woman. She was different.
Voldemort wanted to go back to sleep, but if he rolled over onto his side then Harmony's hand might fall and wake her in the process. So he flexed every muscle from his toes to the top of his head, then relaxed with a contented sigh and went back to sleep on his back.
Harmony woke with a start when she felt someone touching her. She was drowsy from sleep, but even then she could feel as Master ran his hand up her left arm and cupped her shoulder. She found herself curled up flesh against him with his left elbow jabbing her stomach, his knuckles pressed against her thigh.
When she felt him startle and move his hand away, she intended to wait until she knew he was asleep before moving as far away from him in the bed as possible. But right that moment she didn't move a muscle. She could feel the rapid hammering of her heart, and she did her best to ignore it by making her breaths shallow as they would be if she were actually asleep.
However, as she waited for him to slip off back into sleep, her mind drifted, and before she knew it, she was dreaming again.
When they woke in the morning, Voldemort wasn't shy to relieve himself of her appendages. And with her face burning in embarrassment, she huddled away from his side of the bed and brought her knees to her chest protectively.
She watched him dress. To ease the silence, she said, "I had a dream about Hogwarts last night."
"You, too?" Master asked tiredly while he slipped one arm though his robes. "I dream of Hogwarts often. It was the only place where I ever felt truly at home."
"I was in the library," she said, and added longingly, "I miss it there."
Master looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Don't you find my own library here sufficient?"
"Oh, yes, of course! I only meant that—well, Hogwarts's library was different somehow. The way I feel when I'm there, the smell of the parchment and all, it just makes me feel—"
"Content?"
"Perfectly content." She smiled.
"I understand." He sat in his chair before the fire to put on his shoes. "If that's the case, I wonder why you did not end up in Ravenclaw House." He smiled teasingly over at her.
She had already asked herself the same question many times before. The answer always came down to her friends; she couldn't imagine being in a separate House as them. But then it occurred to her Voldemort meant the accusation as a jest. Of course, he must've assumed Snape retrieved her from his Slytherin House.
Harmony stood up quickly, as if she was offended by the remark. "If I had been in Ravenclaw, then I would not even be here, would I?"
"N—" Master began, but Harmony had already left the room in a hurry. "No," he finished as he watched her go. With a satisfied smirk, he left his chair and followed her down to the lesson hall.
They went right to work on the Cascadia, and by midday Harmony was able to sustain her charm for a few seconds or more. But Voldemort was far from satisfied by this.
"That will only protect you from petty little spells, if you are even quick enough to block them," he complained. The harshness in his voice took Harmony by surprise. He had seemed calmer this morning, but the more intense the lessons were, the more agitated he became, until his temper seemed to have doubled compared to the day before.
Harmony easily deduced that he was impatient for her to learn the Cascadia Maxima to awaken the rest of the magic in her blood, but the increased pressure didn't make it any easier for her. She almost came to tears at one point when he yelled at her, and all the while she tried not to think about the fact that they didn't even know if she could succeed in producing a Maxima at all.
This is only the second day, Harmony thought dejectedly. She looked at Master's angry eyes and wondered what he would do if she was unable to awaken the magic at all. He looked on the verge of throwing a fit.
"You know what I want, Harmony," he growled at her. "I know you have the power to do it. Now try again."
Harmony closed her eyes and tried to focus.
"Can't you do anything?" Master yelled when she failed yet again.
Maybe I can't, she though hotly, but she held her tongue. Never before had she told herself that she couldn't do anything—that she wasn't capable. She just had to keep trying.
The entire—unsuccessful—day left her feeling angry and confused, and by the end she was ready to go sleep in her own room again. But he wouldn't let her. Even when he was pinch-faced with anger, he still grasped the back of her neck when she turned to go to her own room and directed her back to his side. They went to bed without saying a word; no "goodnight," no "better luck tomorrow." No matter how he felt towards her, it seemed he wouldn't let her be anywhere else but at his side.
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