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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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Hi! So sorry it has taken such a long time to update. I'm so embarrassed. I've been very busy with being sick and new semester beginning and all. As from May 8th, this chapter have been betaed by Ankoku Dezaia! Thank you so much hunny! Thank you all for reviewing.

Mrequecky; Yay to you too!

Lyra Aphrodite Moon; Haha, thank you. I'm very happy with this story so I'm glad when other people like it more. But who said anything about marry? Mehe. You'll see what happens. But yes, it's nice when write professional Voldemort. He will of course have his small psychotic outbreaks, but what do you do.... enjoy!

Ldeetz; Hi! I'm so glad you are enjoying the story so much! If you are a member of fanfiction.net, you can get a epost note every time I update there, then you'll know that I will update very soon after that on AFF. I don't know yet how big difference it will be here on AFF, but I guess it's only the smut that I may censure a little on FF. The Atlantis legend is very interesting and I read up a lot on the subject when I started to write this story. Especially this chapter is very much based on a documentary I saw... hm, I can never remember the name. And I don't want to spoil too much, haha. Anyway, Voldemort, Hermione, Severus, Lucius and Remus are my favourite characters in the book so I couldn't resist mixing them together. Hehe. I hope I will be able to update quicker next time! Enjoy this chapter for now!

Nerys; Hehe, I have always responded to your review, but thanks again for leaving one! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The next four days went by a lot like the first. After breakfast Hermione would join Voldemort in the library where they spent at least eight hours going through books after any clue about Atlantis. Around six, Snape would knock on the door and remind her of dinner. The evenings she usually spent with Remus and sometimes Snape and Malfoy would ask them to join in a game of cards. Hermione wasn't really sure what Remus was doing during the days, but she knew he left the house with Malfoy often. Malfoy was still giving her inappropriate hints, but never tried to touch her again. She ignored him most of the time.

Snape was the real enigma of the household. He was always polite to her, which she found very strange since he had never been nice to her at Hogwarts, but he didn't really say much. It was hard to stay angry at him when he acted like that and even if she could never forgive him for killing Dumbledore, she found herself not so bothered by him as she had been.

Her fifth day in the house began with the hard task of picking out clothes. Malfoy must have spent a small fortune buying her clothes and she felt that the least she could do was to wear them. After five minutes of thought, she dressed in a crimson t-shirt and black three quarter-trousers. She placed her hair in a ponytail. It was still frizzy, but much more manageable and she liked it.

She went down to breakfast and was surprised to see Voldemort there. He was impatiently pacing and when she came down, he grabbed her arm and took her into the library.

"What do you think of this?" he asked eagerly and showed her a page in a book. There was a picture of a pillar which seemed to be a tribute.

Hermione read the text under it. Apparently a person from the sea had come with the light of Ra and saved their land. "The text doesn't say much," she noticed.

"No, that is why we are going to Egypt to read the pillar ourselves," Voldemort said with an eagerness Hermione had never seen before. "Eat something fast; we will have to fly to get there."

"F-fly?" Hermione hated flying.

"Yes, it's too far to Apparate with all the equipment I want to bring," Voldemort said in a nonnegotiable voice. "Eat. You have ten minutes."

With her head held low, Hermione left the library and went to the kitchen table. She forced herself to eat a sandwich and drink some water and then she made two more sandwiches so she could eat once they had landed to settle her stomach. She really hated flying and not only because it was scary, but also because it made her sick.

Just the thought of flying made her have to run to the bathroom. When she came back again, the four men were already outside, placing things on two carpets. She felt a little better when she saw that. At least she didn't have to fly alone on a broom.

"Miss Granger," Snape said and came up to her. He was holding a bottle in his hand. "The Dark Lord suggested I should give you something relaxing."

She felt very relieved when she drank the content of the bottle and followed Snape to the biggest carpet was. Voldemort was already sitting. He had pulled a hood over his head so she couldn't see his face, but she got the impression that he was amused by her fear.

"Sit down," he ordered them.

Snape sat down in a tailor seat and Hermione copied him. Voldemort waved his wand once and Hermione recognised the movement as a camouflage spell. Only a trained eye would be able to see them now. With another wave they were on their way. Hermione looked to her left where Remus' and Malfoy's carpet had been, but all she saw was a shimmer in the air. They flew higher and higher and despite the relaxing charm, Hermione felt her stomach lurching.

"You can lie down if you wish, Miss Granger," Voldemort called back to her.

Very grateful, Hermione lay down next to Snape and a big brown bag. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. Merlin, she hated flying. However, this was much better than a broom, or a hippogriff.

She didn't notice, but they must have travelled very fast because an hour later they landed again in the sand a couple of miles south of Sakkara, the oldest pyramid in Egypt. The sky was clouded, but it was hot like a dragon's breath. Hermione stood, thankful to be on solid ground again. They were surrounded by ruins covered in sand but it didn't take long for her to spot the pillar from Voldemort's book. It was smaller than she had expected, and time had made the inscriptions fade.

"Severus, take pictures of the site," Voldemort said. "Lupin, use some of your tools to scrape away the sand from the area around the pillar, I want to see the stone. Lucius, I don't want any Muggles here while we work. Make sure no one enters. Granger, take notes of what I say."

Hermione took one of the sandwiches she had made this morning and a notepad and pencil. She was thankful that Voldemort had pencils; a quill would have been hard to handle out here.

"Let's see," Voldemort mumbled. Hermione wondered how he could stand to be under that black cloak, she was already dripping of sweat. "Yes, this is a token of gratitude to the… hm… family of the god? Maybe it was the family of the Pharaoh… who restored the land after the… flood. Yes, it has to be flood. Hm… they came on boats from… this is the sign from the upper valley, yes?" Hermione looked up and nodded. "Yes, form the upper valley. That must mean they came from the south. Hm… a piece is missing. Lupin! See if you can find it!"

Hermione wrote quickly as Voldemort translated the symbols on the stone. Since the pillar wasn't very high, they managed to translate what was left of it before Snape called out lunch. Hermione took her bowl of cold fish and rice to the shadow of a big stone and sat down to eat. Remus sat down next to her. He had worked very hard and had long ago ripped off his shirt and was wearing it around his head instead. Hermione envied him. She wished she could strip down to her underwear, but not only would it give all the men an eyeful, but she would probably get a nasty sun burn.

"Make sure you drink a lot," Remus advised her. "I managed to uncover more writing on the ground, we will be lucky if we get out of here tonight."

Hermione groaned. She was hot, tired and on about to get a nasty headache. A moment later, Voldemort called her back to work. She went to Snape and handed him her now empty bowl. She was about to leave when a thought hit her.

"Do you think you can put a cooling charm on me?" she asked Snape.

"You know as well as anyone the risks of tempering with the body temperature and to cool down the air around you when it's this hot?" He shook his head. "Really, I thought you were cleverer than that."

It seemed like the warmness had turned him back to his old snarky self. Hermione bit back a whine. "I know I'm just so damn hot!"

"We won't mind if you decide to dress down a bit, Granger," Malfoy said with a purr. He was lying on a blanket next to Snape, seemingly without a trouble in the world.

Hermione pulled out her tongue at him.

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione almost jump when she heard how irritated Voldemort was. She hurried over to him.

"What do we have so far?" he asked her as he looked down on the stone Remus had uncovered before.

Hermione looked at her plate. "A family came from the south and helped the Egypt's with a flooding that had destroyed most of their agriculture. They were clearly magical because they were able to move things without touching them and that is one of the older types of magic. It appears they stayed for a hundred years helping the people build up their land again after the flood." Hermione hesitated. "Sir?"

"Yes?" Voldemort had kneeled down next to the stone.

"Do you think it's the same flood that is mentioned in Gilgamesh and the Bible and other ancient texts?" Hermione wondered.

"During this time, the different Muggle cultures depended on their river, a flood was a catastrophe. Just because they all mention it, doesn't necessarily mean it's the same flood they talk about," Voldemort said in a tried voice. "I don't understand this!"

Hermione sat down next to him and looked at the text. There were symbols on the stone which reminded her of the symbols in the strange book, but even closer to the hieroglyphs. However, it wasn't hieroglyphs. "Perhaps it's a different writing dialect?"

"Copy them," he ordered and stood up.

"Can't you just take a picture of it?" she asked with a groan. It would take hours to copy them all.

Voldemort took a hard grip of her hair and forced her head upwards. "If I say copy, you copy," he growled and threw her down again.

Hermione winced, her headache much worse than a moment ago, but didn't dare to object again. He left her then and she bit her jaws together and started the long task of copying the symbols. Remus came over to her and put a protecting tent over her work place. She thanked him, wondering why Voldemort hadn't used one sooner.

It took her the whole afternoon to finish copying the symbols on the ground and when she was done; her whole body was aching from sitting and lying on the ground, writing for so long. She stood and stretched and saw that the others had put up a camp with two tents. Did that mean she had to stay the night? All she wanted was a bath and then to go to sleep. It was already dark!

She rubbed her eyes and absentmindedly looked down at the hateful stone again. Then she blinked. "Sir!"

Voldemort was at her side so fast she thought he had Apparated. "What? Oh…"

He had obviously spotted the same thing she had; the symbols were glowing. It wasn't much at all, just noticeable in the dark. However, not all of the symbol were glowing, just parts of them.

"Turn down all the light!" Voldemort called.

His order was followed immediately and the stone started to glow even brighter. Now Hermione could see that the symbols looked like other symbols.

"Is it magic?" Hermione asked.

Voldemort pulled down his hood for the first time and shook his head. "No." He looked up. "The weak light of the stars is somehow reflected inside the symbols. Oh… how much do you know of ancient American civilisations?"

"Not much," she admitted. "How so?"

"Because this, Miss Granger, is almost the same type of symbols used around in Middle America at the same time as the hieroglyphs were used," Voldemort said in a low voice.

Hermione gasped. "Did the people of Atlantis visit America too?"

"I need to think. Lupin!"

Remus came hurrying form the tents.

"How old did you think this pillar was?" Voldemort asked.

"Around five thousand years old," Remus answered.

Voldemort nodded and ran a long white finger over its surface. "They don't talk about a recant event. This is a translation from that." He pointed at the symbols on the ground. "How old do you think that is?"

"Older than the pillar," Remus answered. "But I have to test it before I'm sure."

"Then test it!" Voldemort hissed. "I have to know if… oh!" He hurried away from the pillar and to one of the flying carpets and began digging around the books.

Remus and Hermione stared after him.

"You know," Remus said. "He reminds me of you sometimes."

Hermione stared at him. "What?"

"Well, you get a thought, just like that, and then you hurry away to consult your books," Remus said with a smile.

She scowled at him.

With Voldemort stuck with the books, Hermione went over to the tents where Snape had made dinner. She ate and drank greedily as Malfoy told them that he would sleep with Remus and Snape with Hermione, just to make sure they didn't try to escape. Hermione wasn't happy having to sleep with anyone, but at least Snape was better than Malfoy.

The ground was hard to sleep on, but at least the sleeping bag was hot and cosy. When the sun disappeared it had become quite cold. However, no matter how tired she was or how much she tried, she couldn't sleep. The thoughts about their findings were spinning around in her head.

"Will you stop turning around?" Snape asked after a while.

"I can't sleep," she mumbled back. She could barely see his silhouette in the dark.

"Just close your eyes and lay still," he advised her.

"But I can't stop thinking!" she said annoyed.

Snape snorted. "You mean, just as you can't stop talking?"

"I stop talking sometimes!" Her annoyance grew. "And why do you have to be so mean again?"

"When did I stop being mean?" he asked dryly.

"Well, you have been very polite since I got here," she said truthfully. "And I really appreciated that."

Snape didn't answer for a while, then he sighed. "I just…"

He was interrupted by the tent opening open and Voldemort crawling into the tent. "Good you are awake. Move aside."

Hermione moved closer to Snape so Voldemort could lie down next to her. Remus had bought the tent in Athens, so it was Muggle and too small to even sit in comfortably. Even if it was enough for two persons to lie in, it was too small for three and Hermione found herself pressed against both Snape and Voldemort. However, she soon forgot about the uncomfortable position when Voldemort showed her a book.

"In Mesoamerica, there have been big civilisations for maybe eleven thousand years," Voldemort began. "The Mayas is one of the cultures we know the most about, and what is peculiar is that their writing resembles the Egyptian hieroglyphs, look." He showed her the page in the book, and the notes she had copied from the stone. "But, it's not the same. And it could impossible because the Mayan civilisation isn't as old as the Egyptian. However, as I said, there have been people in the area for as long as there have been people here. So what if another people, a people that could travel around the globe long before the Asians and Europeans could, has been in both America and Africa?"

"The people of Atlantis," she mumbled. "Wait, when I was at my parents this summer, I saw a documentary on the TV."

"A Muggle documentary?" Voldemort asked with a snort.

"Hush, hear me out," she said. "They mentioned the maps of Piri Reis. In the beginning of the 1500 common era, he managed to draw a map that not only showed the perfect cost line of South America, but Antarctica as well. And the Muggle's didn't discover Antarctica until later and it wasn't until the middle of the 1900 they actually knew the cost lines! And, it wasn't that Piri Reis had actually drawn the maps from scratch; they were copies of much older maps which have been lost in time. The Muggle on the documentary was sure the first maps were made not long after the ice age! Alas, for about twelve to ten thousand years ago!"

Voldemort stared at her with such an intense stare it made her look down.

"Merlin," he suddenly said. "The flood!"

"What?" she asked.

"You mentioned it before, catastrophic floods all around the world… after the ice age, the climate changed extremely! But all old cultures have stories about how just they were chosen of the gods to survive and how the gods helped them. What if there aren't just legends? What if someone very powerful actually came and helped the Muggles?" Voldemort was still staring at her without blinking. "How powerful they must have been…"

Hermione felt giddy and from the fanatic look on Voldemort's face, she thought he was feeling quite giddy too. What if they could find the birth of all civilisations? All the knowledge.

"Tomorrow we will swop every inch of this place searching for ancient magic. There are ways to know who have made the magic, right Severus?" Voldemort said eagerly.

"Well, it is possible to see if two people have learned magic from the same place. Although, it's not possible to tell exactly who has done the magic without the access to their wands," Snape said tiredly.

"But if we find magic here, you'll be able to tell if the magic is the same as on the book, right?"

Voldemort was leaning over her to look at Snape and had his arm over her stomach. He was much lighter than she had thought. And now when she saw him so close, she noticed that his skin was much whiter than she had seen before, almost transparent. It was almost like he was slowly wasting away. The thought made her shudder.

"Yes, I will be able to see if the style is the same," Snape answered. "But to do that, I will need my night sleep."

"Ah, of course." Voldemort leaned back again. "I guess you too would like to sleep, Miss Granger?"

Hermione's eyes were wide. "How could I possible sleep now? Will you sleep?"

Voldemort huffed. "I don't sleep."

"Then let's look for magic!" The big part of her that always wanted to learn new things was bouncing up and down in impatience.

Voldemort smirked and made a gesture for her to follow him. She shuddered in the cold and tried to find some warm clothes in a bag. She had been wearing the same clothes she had picked up in the morning in the sleeping bag, but now she wanted some warm socks and a cloak. Thankfully, she found just that, although the cloak was too big and smelled like Remus. Since he was asleep she guessed he wouldn't mind.

"How do you look for magic?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Harry had told her that Dumbledore had been able to feel the opening of a cave by looking for traces of magic.

"You let your senses out," he answered. "Like an extra arm or a net and then you feel for other people's magic."

Hermione thought he was quite vague and Voldemort must have felt so too, because he went to stand behind her. "Let me show you the same way I was taught."

He embraced her from behind, both hands on her stomach. "Close your eyes." Hesitatingly, she did. "Even if magic is in every part of you being, most wizards and witches can easily locate it in their stomach. Can you feel it? I imagine it will feel like a hot candle inside you."

Hermione took a deep breath. Yes, she could feel something hot inside her stomach, right under his hands. "I feel it. What now?"

Even if he was taller than her, he managed to put his head on her shoulder and yet keep his body pressed against her back. "Now you let your magic move up your body," he whispered and moved his hands up over her chest. "Then out in your arms." His hands stroked her arms and Hermione could feel the magic follow them. "And out in the air. Make sure you are still in control over it. Use the magic to track other magic."

Slowly, Hermione began to feel things through her magic. It was like touching it with her hands, but even more sensitive. Voldemort's hands were on top of hers and she could feel his magic mixing with hers, widening the search. He took control over where the magic would go, but Hermione didn't mind, all this felt so exciting and wonderful. It was like a whole new world. She could feel the magic keeping the tents up and the magic that had made the fire. They came to the pillar, but neither of them could discover magic there. Voldemort pulled out more from her magic and searched for things further away. Hermione started to get tired. She wasn't used on doing this. Then, she felt something, a glimmer in the night. Buried in the sand, yards behind the pillar was something that had known magic. It felt… unpleasant.

"Sir," she begged. She didn't want to feel anymore, but Voldemort wouldn't let go of her. "Stop it."

Voldemort didn't listen, instead he forced her to move toward the unpleasant thing. Hermione whimpered. It felt like the thing was sucking the magic out from them.

"Stop it!" she asked again. They were getting closer to the thing and her head was throbbing. "I don't want to do this!"

They were almost above the thing now and Hermione felt like she was going to be sick. She ripped herself and her magic away from him and landed on the sand. Voldemort stumbled backward before he managed to catch himself. When he looked up again, his eyes had narrowed. He went up to her and slapped her face, hard.

"Don't do that, you silly girl!" he hissed. "Don't you know how dangerous it is to just rip your magic way like that? You could have knocked me and yourself unconscious!"

"But you wouldn't listen!" she said, a lump in her throat. It had felt so wonderful at first, but now she was just scared. Both of the thing they found and of his anger.

"You better learn to trust my judgment," he said harshly and pulled her up by grabbing the cloak. "Because you are just my assistant, I decide what you do and when!"

Hermione stared at him with frightened brown eyes. She saw a flicker or something unfamiliar in his eyes and then he let her go again. "Don't anger me again," he said in a much more calm voice. "I know you are capable of helping me without pain, but I won't stand for such behaviour."

She tried to hold back the tears. Voldemort had turned from her again and was now observing the area around him. Remains from two walls were at the side of them. Hermione knew that whatever they had felt was under the sand was near the right wall.

"We have to wait to the morning," Voldemort said disappointed after a while. "Lupin will have to take a look at this. I won't risk damaging it."

Hermione didn't say anything, just rose and brushed away the sand from the cloak.

"Go, try to get some sleep," he told her when he turned around again.

Hermione didn't look at him, just left, once again feeling exhausted.
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