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you make your own destiny	By : laica Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 7823 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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chapter 3

Voldemort entered the large dining room in Riddle

Manor with a flourish. The two Death Eaters removed

their masks. Harry's vision swam as he saw that the

two that were holding him and Hermione hostage were

Lucius and Severus.

Hermione's arms were being held behind her awkwardly

and her face was contorted with terror and pain.

"Take them to their rooms," Voldemort said softly and

Harry struggled as Snape pulled him roughly to his

feet and began to drag him away from Hermione.

"Let me go, you git!" Harry struggled when he saw that

he and Hermione were going to be separated.

Hermione watched Harry fight against the tall Potions

Master to no avail. The sallow man simply pursed his

lips and pulled him away. A whispered stunning spell

behind her made her world dark before she could even

think of running.

Hermione woke up in a large, luxurious room with a

four poster bed. Confused, she sat up quickly,

fumbling for the wand that wasn't there.

"Do you really think I'd leave you your wand?" The

voice came from Voldemort. He was leaning against the

doorway of the room, turning her wand between long,

white fingers. The only way out of the room was past

him. Hermione thought it best to stay still.

"So intelligent to make such a silly presumption."

Tom Riddle didn't look at her, keeping his eyes fixed

firmly on her wand.

"And you have proved your intelligence, haven't you?

How did you make all those Portkeys without getting

caught by the Ministry?" Red eyes finally met hers

and Hermione felt ice slip into her stomach.

"If I tell you, you'll do the same. As if I'd

actually help you," she retorted hotly.

"Wards, then. Unless you dabble in Dark Magic?"

"Where's Harry?" She said, sliding out of bed and

standing at her full height.

"Oh, he's around. Actually, when I'm finished talking

to you, I'll go talk to him. Of course, it will be

difficult to get him to listen..."

"Why would he listen to you? You killed his parents!"

A touch of regret seemed to show in Voldemort's eyes.

"No, I didn't."

Hermione was shocked.

"This really isn't for you to know...but I feel maybe

Harry will listen to me if you belive me."

"As if that will ever happen."

Voldemort sighed. "Hermione...I think you should know

what really happened sixteen years ago. And I don't

mean the version Dumbledore told you. I want you to

know the truth."

"I already know the truth. You got into Harry's house

and murdered his parents in cold blood. You're sick!"

Hermione shouted, balling her hands into fists to

keep herself from striking out at the thin man.

"I was away when your mother gave birth to you. When

I returned, I found my wife had died in childbirth.

That meant I only had a daughter. I had lost she who

was my soul."

Hermione struggled to squash the sympathy rising in

her chest. "So what? You went evil because she died?

Is that why you hate muggleborns? That doesn't make

any sense."

"You shouldn't believe everything Dumbledore tells

you. I have no interest in killing muggleborns. It

would be a waste of my time. I simply think...that

they need to be introduced into the world of magic at

an earlier age."

Hermione's voice was shrill with disbelief. "You

expect me to believe that? All the murders you're

responsible for and you want me to believe you

actually care about acclimating muggles to the magical

world?"

Voldemort seemed angry now. "I'm not the one killing

off muggleborns! Why would I? I am one!"

"Then who?" she challenged.

"You should ask your beloved headmaster about that,"

he sneered.

Hermione leaned back against one post of the bed,

keeping her eyes away from him. "You never said why

you abandoned me." Her voice held resentment.

"At the moment, I cannot say. Just know that I would

like the chance to know you, to know my daughter."

There was an awkward silence.

"I must talk to Harry. Would it be alright if I sent

for you later?"

Hermione could have laughed. Here she was, in the

same room as the Dark Lord and he was the one who was

nervous.

Voldemort turned and left before she could answer,

locking the door behind him.

Lost in thought, he walked to the opposite end of the

manor, where Harry was being held. A loud bang

against the door surprised him. A question in his

eyes, he turned to Lucius, who was guarding the door.

The blond man shrugged. "He's been doing that since

we put him in there."

Bracing himself, Voldemort opened the door and was

immediately hit in the stomach by Harry's fist. It

took all his strength, but eventually he was able to

wrestle Harry against the wall.

"Hermione is unharmed. Now calm yourself!"

"Go to hell!" Harry hissed.

"I have been there, believe me," Voldemort said.

Harry began struggling again.

"Listen to me! Your parents found out Dumbledore

wanted to use you as a weapon against me. When they

protested, he went to their house to try and convince

them otherwise. When they threatened to become Death

Eaters to protect you, he tried to take you by force."

"My parents would never side with you!" Harry spat,

struggling all the more fiercely.

"But they did, Harry! Severus came and warned me that

the Potters were in danger and I came. When I got

there, James and Lily were already dead. Dumbledore

was about to take you. I shot a killing curse at him,

but rather than take it, he used you for a shield.

When it didn't kill you, he put his wand to your

throat and threatened to finish the job if I did not

leave. So I left...and here we are."

Voldemort's grip on Harry's arms loosened and Harry

slid to the floor limply, crying silently. Voldemort

could feel the pain radiate from the boy through the

link they shared.

There was more that needed to be said, but Voldemort

left Harry to his thoughts. He would return tomorrow,

and the day after that, until he believed him.
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