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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Welcome back to a new chapter! If you haven't figured out my posting schedule yet, I will try to post every two weeks. This might mean that some chapters aren't as well betaed as others because Ozzy hasn't had the time, but I think you prefer posting-speed over grammar-perfection. If I'm wrong, let me know.

Huge thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing! I noticed that I got more reviews on Ao3 than normally, wonder why… ;) This chapter is the same everywhere!

Hugs and cookies to Ozzy for betaing this chapter!

Chapter 3

Hermione woke up with a gasp and quickly withdrew her hand from between her legs. Not again.

She groaned and rolled out of the bed. It was still early, the sun just barely rising, judging from the pale light coming in through the small window above her bed. But she wouldn't get any more sleep now, so she might as well take a cold shower and get to work.

Ever since her so called wedding night with Lord Voldemort three months ago, she had woken up horny and wet, her dreams plagued by his hands, tongue and cock. She highly suspected that it was a side effect of the lust potion he had given her. Something to make her remember with absolute clarity what had happened that night.

Well, he was sadly mistaken if he thought it would make her eager to come back to him. It was just dreams, and the only shameful thing it made her do was masturbating every now and again. It wasn't enough to take her mind off her mission for more than half an hour or so a few days per week.

And now, she was ready.

Drying off from the shower, she put the kettle on the stove to make herself some coffee. It would have been easier to do it with magic, but she didn't want to risk anyone finding her. She had relocated to the countryside in a small Muggle town and kept to herself. She didn't know what was going on in the Wizarding world, or if she was still considered a criminal, but she suspected that there would be a lot of questions if someone from her world spotted her.

Voldemort had made sure their wedding was on every front page around the world, after all. That, together with the capture of Harry Potter, and she guessed people would draw their own conclusions. That she had changed sides.

The Death Eaters would no doubt know the truth, though, and thus, it was likely that if anyone saw her, Voldemort supporter or not, they would try to hurt her, or capture her. Either to bring her to Voldemort, or hold her for ransom.

It was possible that some of the Order would realise that there was some sort of foul play behind this, but she didn't know who to trust. She still remembered when Mrs Weasley had given her the cold shoulder in her fourth year because she had thought that she was cheating on Harry with Viktor Krum.

Besides, she, Harry and Ron had tried to keep the Order out of all this from the start. Thus, she would rescue them on her own.

She did have what was needed: the Dragon Chronicles.

It had taken her three months to translate it fully, but now she was sure she could use the magic it had revealed. All she had to do was find a dragon.

Once she had finished her breakfast, she packed up the few belongings she had removed from her beaded bag in the first place.

The only magic she had used since entering the Muggle world was a memory charm to convince the owner of the flat she was hiding in that she was his second cousin's daughter and he would be more than happy to lend his flat to her while he fulfilled his lifelong dream of travelling the world.

Now, however, she needed to use magic to get out of the country. Therefore, she left the flat and walked down to a small clearing which was deserted at this time of the day. She needed to make a Portkey to go to Slovakia.

Using an old comb, she worked fast to transform it into an illegal Portkey. Even if the Ministry picked up on the creation, she would be long gone by the time they came to this location.

Just a couple of minutes later, she was done. She closed her eyes, waiting for the familiar tug beneath her bellybutton.

She kept her eyes shut tight for the whole unpleasant journey. Perhaps it was because she was Muggle-born, but she didn't understand why wizards needed to have such unpleasant ways of travelling.

When she opened her eyes, she was standing right in the middle of the Carpathian Mountains. This was where several breeds of dragons lived, but she was looking for one in particular: a Hungarian Horntail.

The Dragon Chronicles described the secrets of how to master dragons. This was more than just taming them. Dragons were magical creatures and if you managed to bind a dragon to you, body and soul, it could give you and the dragon immense powers.

She would need those to rescue Harry and Ron.

She started hiking up a marked path, wanting to get as far away from civilisation as possible. Not that there was a lot of civilisation to speak of here, that's why she had chosen to take a Portkey to this part of the mountain. But if someone had been tracking her Portkey she wanted them to lose her trail.

After half an hour, the trees started to clear and she left the path, needing a more secluded area, but one where a dragon could still land. It shouldn't be that hard to find a spot, though. The mountain was rocky and she had to half walk, half climb past several big boulders before finding the perfect spot.

It was a platform in front of an opening of a small cave. Beneath it, trees were sparsely growing, but together with the rocks, it was hiding her from sight if someone was walking below her. The only way someone could see her was if they were flying right past the platform, and there was no way any Muggle planes would fly this low or wizards on brooms would fly this high. Despite it being early summer, it was still pretty cold this high up.

Having a lot of preparations to do, she started right away. She put up every security spell she could that wouldn't interfere with the summoning; Muggle-repelling wards and so on.

After that, it was time to actually summon a dragon that was compatible with her. She had decided to focus on Hungarian Horntails to start with. They were the strongest and most cunning dragons, according to the Chronicles.

Using her wand, she carved runes around where she was standing. They would help to send out her call for the dragon. Then, she sat down in the middle of the circle and cast the summoning spell.

Now came the tricky part. Intent and concentration were always important in magic, and now she would have to focus on the summoning until a dragon came. It could take all from minutes to hours, depending on how close a compatible dragon was.

During that time, her concentration couldn't be broken. If it did, she would have to start all over again.

Thankfully, she had always been skilled on concentration on what she was doing. And her intent couldn't be stronger. She desperately needed to find a dragon if she would ever be able to beat Voldemort.

Thus, she sat put, her eyes closed, her magic reaching out around her. She didn't let the chilly wind hitting her face bother her. She didn't stir at the sound of birds singing in the trees around her. All she needed was a dragon.

Her body grew stiff and started aching, but she forced those feelings away. A Hungarian Horntail. She needed to find one she was compatible with. One that could help her.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed when she finally felt it.

A powerful creature was coming in her direction. Even though it wasn't there yet, she could feel the heat from its body. Hear the strength in its wings.

She let out a sigh of relief and rose to greet it.

A huge creature came towards her, around twenty feet from the nose to the tip of its tail. The black scales reflected the sunlight, blinding her for a second, until it landed in front of her.

Hermione pushed away the fear and quickly picked up a pocket knife she had prepared.

She carved a binding rune into the palm of her left hand and went up to the dragon.

"Please accept my blood," Hermione said, her voice trembling as she stretched out her hand towards the dragon.

The dragon peered down at her with yellow eyes, and then opened its mouth. If it wanted to, it could have swallowed her whole.

Thankfully, all it did was stretch out its tongue and lick the palm of her hand.

Hermione gasped as she felt the blood bond take place. The dragon also let out a hiss, and a few sparks of fire flew out its nostril.

It felt as if her whole body was on fire. A pleasant fire, though. One of strength and power. It burned away all her doubts and fears, replacing it with a sense of belonging. In just one action, she had become ... whole.

"Wow, that's something," Hermione said when she was finally able to catch her breath.

The dragon had lowered its head to the ground and was watching her curiously.

She had read that this would occur, but it was one thing to read about it and a whole other thing to experience it. With the bond, she and the dragon were starting to form a sort of telepathic link. In time, the dragon would learn to speak to her, using human words in its mind. She would learn to interpret dragons' way of communication.

Right now, however, all she got was a sense of personality. He was a curious creature, eager to learn, just like her. He thought this was exciting even though he didn't understand it yet. He liked her already.

Hermione stepped closer to him and put a hand on his nose. The scale was pleasantly warm. Comforting.

Then, to her great surprise, she started to cry.

She hadn't realised how incredibly lonely she had been for these past three months, until now, when she finally had a friend again. How scared she had been that this wouldn't work and that she would fail to help her friends.

The dragon carefully moved his tail towards her, stroking her leg with the tip. A sign of comfort.

Hermione smiled and dried her tears. She was filled with new hope.

For the next week, Hermione camped there on the mountain as she got to know her new friend, using the guidelines the Dragon Chronicles described.

It was important to build a friendship first, before trying to incorporate the dragon's magic into your own. Both because it was the most humane thing for the dragon, and because that made it easier.

Thus, Hermione ate with her dragon, slept next to it, and even played games. Or at least she thought they were games.

She would use her wand to throw a big rock into the air, and the dragon would fly at it, catching it and then return it. Sometimes, the dragon was lazy and just hit it with a well-aimed fireball.

However, it wasn't long until the dragon wanted to do something that Hermione had been dreading: fly with her.

Hermione didn't like flying, but even though she tried to explain this fear to the dragon, he just didn't understand. How could anyone be afraid of flying? It was like being afraid of walking!

After a few days, Hermione decided to try. There were tips on how to be comfortable on top of a dragon in the Chronicles, and the spells were easy enough.

Thus, early in the morning, she climbed on top of him, sitting down right below his huge wings. She was able to get a good grip on one of his spikes, and put a cushioning spell against the spike behind her, so it wouldn't hurt her back.

"Okay," she finally said, her voice trembling with nerves. "Let's try this."

Even though the dragon couldn't understand her fear, he had enough sense to start slow. He carefully left the ground, slowly moving his wings until they were just a few yards away from the ground.

There he stopped, holding his position as Hermione tried not to look down. Instead, she focused on the tip of the mountains that stretched around her. There was still snow there, even though it was almost summer.

The sun was starting to heat up the air around her, despite the early hour, and she found herself starting to relax.

Sensing her shift in mood, the dragon began to fly, gaining speed and then gliding over the treetops. The air caught her hair, making it fly behind her.

The dragon loved flying. It was the true feeling of freedom. He could go anywhere he wanted and nothing could stop him. He was strong, fast and powerful. His long black wings never faltered. They felt every shift in the air around him and could adjust to them faster than he even had time to think it.

He let out a cry of happiness, his head thrown back.

Hermione realised her head was thrown back in a happy shriek too and was caught off guard. She jumped, and if it weren't for the spells securing her to his back, she would have fallen off.

She gasped, stiffening. The dragon felt it and slowed down, gliding down to land again.

The moment they hit the ground, Hermione slid down from his back, her legs trembling.

She had been so caught up in the moment and so focused on what the dragon was feeling that she had forgotten herself. The Chronicles had told her that it happened, but she hadn't expected it to happen so soon, or to feel that way.

Human?

Hermione jumped again when she heard the voice in her mind. However, she recognised the feeling of the voice.

It was the dragon. He was starting to learn how to communicate in her language.

"Dragon?" she asked, unsure if she should speak out loud or in her mind.

Human okay? the dragon asked. Clearly he had learned the words for different objects and physical states. The Chronicles explained that it was the first step. The longer the bond was active, the more complex his thoughts would become, until he was able to form ideas like a human mind could.

That was the reason why the Chronicles had been banned and the use of this kind of magic forbidden and forgotten. The dragons had started to become too advanced, too cunning. Wizards had feared that their bonds wouldn't be enough to control the dragons if they wanted to rebel.

Hermione, however, wasn't worried. She knew her dragon. He wouldn't use his newfound knowledge for evil. He was her friend.

However, she was suddenly very afraid of what a dragon bonded with Voldemort's mind could do.

"Yes, I'm okay, I was just surprised," Hermione said when she realised the dragon was still worried.

She put her hand on his nose, petting him. "And I'm called Hermione, humans have different names."

The dragon mulled over this information for a moment, then he said: Dragon name Kara.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. Had the dragon just named himself or was it a name he was just now able to put in a human language? The Chronicles hadn't been clear on how advanced dragons were to start with.

It didn't matter much, though. If the dragon said his name was Kara, then she would call him Kara.

In her dreams, that night, she was dreaming about flying. She could feel her wings working with the wind. Could feel the cool breeze against her nose, smelling everything it brought her. Fire and forest, wildlife and dragons.

It was a peaceful dream, full of joy.

Until it changed.

Voldemort was lying on top of her, kissing her neck. Her hands were on his head, stroking the soft, pale skin.

She needed him, on her and inside her. She was burning up, and only he could help her.

Finally, he entered her, but now she was on her knees with him taking her from behind. He grabbed a hold of her hair, forcing her head upwards.

There, in a cage next to the bed, sat Harry and Ron, staring at her in agony. Pleading for her to save them.

She jolted awake, her heart beating rapidly in arousal and fear.

Next to her, Kara was opening his eyes. She could sense his confusion and she realised he had seen her dream.

Hermione? Kara asked her, his voice tender. Who scary man?

Hermione swallowed. "That's the man who has kidnapped my friends."

Scary man mating Hermione? The confusion was clear in Kara's mind.

Shame filled her once more. "He forced me."

Anger swelled in Kara, and a few sparks of fire flew from his nostrils. Kara hurt scary man!

Hermione hugged him around his neck, careful of the sharp spikes going down his spine. "He is a very powerful wizard. But I need to save my friends and I was hoping you'd help with that."

Kara help Hermione, the dragon promised.

The Chronicles urged caution when blending your magic with that of your dragon's, but Hermione didn't want to wait. For every day that passed, Harry and Ron had to suffer, and Voldemort was one step closer to getting a dragon of his own, if he hadn't already.

Kara seemed to understand that and was eager to help her learn. He hadn't really understood the concept of magic (other than that it hurt, but then, so did teeth from a mean dragon), but Hermione showed him, both physically and with their mental bond.

"You see, both you and I can make fire," she explained, one rainy morning when they had sought refuge in a cave. "Your way is faster than mine, of course, if I didn't have magic, I'd have to use a lighter or two sticks against each other. But with magic, I can make it as fast as you."

She demonstrated, aiming a flame towards the opening of the cave with her wand.

Kara had to lie down to fit inside the cave, his head resting on his front paws. But he was able to follow her movements.

"That kind of magic is very simple," Hermione continued. "But then there is magic a lot more complex as well. Like transfiguration."

She pointed her wand at a foot-high rock, transforming it into a dog. The dog started jumping around, yapping, until Hermione turned it back to a rock again.

"It takes a lot of training and skill to learn how to do that, but even if you practice all your life, there are limits to your magic. Like, some dragons are just faster at flying than others, no matter how much they practice."

Kara fast, Kara said in a satisfied tone. Kara wins all the time.

Hermione smiled. "Yes, you are better than other dragons, more powerful. Just like some witches are stronger than others. This is where you can help me, you can make my magic stronger."

How? Kara wondered.

She hesitated, unsure how to best explain that. "Well, it's like with the wind. When the wind is in your favour, you can fly faster than when the wind is blowing hard in the wrong direction, right?"

He agreed.

"That's how you can help me; you can be my wind, so to speak, giving me the strength to perform even better magic. The only thing we have to do is combine our minds even more, like we do with our telepathic link, but on another level."

She could sense that she had lost him in her reasoning. Dragons didn't think on abstract levels, and Kara wasn't advanced enough to think like that yet.

She tried again. "Now, we are combined here." She pointed at her head and his head. "We need to be combined here as well." She pointed at her belly and his belly. "And the way we can do that is if I use some more magic on us both, like I did when I called for you."

Kara liked the calling, Kara said. Tickled.

"Yes, well, this will be even more intense, if I understand it correctly. So it's important that we are good friends before we do it, otherwise, it can hurt." It was why the Chronicles advised you to hold off on that bond. If the dragon started resenting the witch he was bound to, it would be destructive for both of them, usually ending with one of them dying. Like an autoimmune disease – the system that was supposed to heal the body turned against it, destroying it.

Then again, Hermione felt closer to Kara than she ever had to any other living being. It was like when she had got Crookshanks. Something had felt right.

She could sense that Kara was thinking this through, to the best of his ability. Even though he didn't understand it the same way she did, he did know that it was a big undertaking.

Kara will help, he finally said. Strong Hermione saves friends, yes?

Hermione felt relief flood her body. "Yes," she said. "Let's start."
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