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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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Happy Christmas! I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed this story, it's really encouraging. There is not a lot of this story left, just a final chapter and the epilogue and I hope I'll be able to finish it soon.
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Chapter 29
Harry stepped into the Ministry of Magic in London, feeling more nervous than he ever had. He had taken Polyjuice Potion and was in the middle of the delegation that were to have a meeting with the Minister of Magic as well as his closest worker.
They didn't know if that meant Voldemort, but Remus had reasoned that without the horcrux, Voldemort would have no way to detect Harry in his disguise. At least for as long as Harry kept his gaze down and didn't attract attention. They didn't want a fight tonight, that would only diminish their chances of capturing Voldemort with as little blood shed as possible.
Charlie was walking next to Harry. He and Ingrid Sorensen were the representatives from the dragon keepers. In front of them, the foreign ministers of Romania, Bulgaria and Russia were walking. They were the ones that had been the most eager to jump at the chance to take down the "dragon-bonders" as they called Voldemort and Hermione.
Remus had explained that they could be vocal since few of Voldemort's supporters lived that far east. France and Germany had been more careful in their demands. Voldemort was most likely to go after them now when he had Britain under control, and thus, they hadn't done more than sent inquiries about the existence of wizards bonded to dragons.
The foreign ministers were here to make sure that no international war broke out. The dragon keepers' task force was merely here to take control of the dragons and bring the two bonders in to the international tribunal. Once Voldemort was no longer in control of his Death Eaters, the Order would be able to take over the Ministry.
McGonagall had been successful in raising the doubts among the public and Death Eaters. More and more people wondered if Voldemort was really working for the best of wizards. He was spending more time with his dragons than with his Death Eaters.
He still had loyal followers, but most of the people in the Ministry and among the public didn't seem to mind if Voldemort would disappear. They still held the power, after all, they didn't need him and his dragons to keep control over the Mudbloods and they really didn't need Hermione. If the dragon keepers arrested them both, it would probably be for the best.
The delegation was escorted into a big conference room and was given some refreshments before the Minister arrived.
Charlie pulled Harry to the side with the pretence of giving him some tea.
"At the first sign of trouble, put on your Invisibility cloak and get out of here. I will cover for you if that happens," Charlie said in a low voice.
Harry sighed. He didn't want to run from a battle, but had to admit that when Voldemort singled him out as the only one that could beat him it gave Harry some advantages in the search of allies. For example, when the Bulgarian Minister met him, he had almost fallen over his chair to reassure Harry that he had their support.
"I know, I memorised Kingsley's map," Harry replied.
The best thing about having an Auror on their team was that he knew all the secret exits at the Ministry. If trouble arose, it wasn't like the Minister should leave through the main hall, oh no, they had one secret exit on every floor.
After another ten minutes, the Minister finally arrived with his entourage.
Harry recognised Minister Thicknesse from the newspapers, but it was the man standing right behind him that Harry focused on.
Rockwood. The Death Eater Voldemort had chosen to take care of the daily affairs for the Ministry.
They had known that at least one Death Eater would join in the meeting and they also knew that it could make things more difficult. If Rockwood was still loyal to Voldemort, he would start a war to prevent them to go to Hogwarts.
All they could do was hope that Hermione's and McGonagall's mission to discredit him and sow conceit had worked even among his most loyal followers.
They all took their places around the conference table and after everyone had been presented for each other, the actual talks begun.
"Thus, we merely ask that you let our team of dragon keepers do the work we have all unanimously given them mandate for: making sure the dragons are both protected and that the humans are protected from them," the foreign minister of Bulgaria finished his speech.
Thickness frowned. "However, the individuals you want to take for questioning are valuable members of society. The Headmistress of Hogwarts and her husband. Their work for our community have been outstanding and I trust their ability to keep their dragons under control."
"Is that so?" Ingrid, the lead dragon keeper asked and took out some ancient scrolls. "One of the reasons the Dragon Chronicles are forbidden is because of their corruption of the wizard and witches that use them. The longer they go, the more dragon-like they become. They start spending more and more time with the herd, they learn how to fly without brooms and we have even documented cases of the humans bonded with dragons starting to breathe fire. And we must act before it is too late. Hin the Fearsome shed his old body and put his mind into his dragon, do you think these two will continue to help your cause if they fuse completely with their dragons?"
Harry, who had been watching Rockwood as closely as he could without staring outright, saw a muscle in the man's jaw twitch at the mention of that.
"It is especially worrisome when they have access to defenceless children. I'm astonished that you let this continue, Minister."
"I will have to discuss this with my advisors," Thickness said, exchanging a look with Rockwood who was sitting to his right. "Perhaps there is another way to address this."
Ingrid leaned back in her chair. "By all means, discuss it. However, I would like to remind you that we are only here as a curtesy. We already have the mandate from the International Magical Tribunal in Haag to bring these two in for questioning."
Thickness smiled stiffly. "Yes, we are aware. We will not take long."
As everyone got up from their seats, Harry saw the opportunity to do some snooping around.
He quickly got behind Charlie and put on his Invisibility cloak before following the Minister's people out the door.
When he saw that Rockwood and Thickness broke off from the rest of the ministry officials, Harry sped up and just barely managed to squeeze through the door before it fell shut behind Rockwood.
Thankfully, none of the two men noticed anything, but begun talking, giving Harry time to take a few steps back so they wouldn't accidentally brush against him. They were in an office that didn't seem to have an owner, Harry noticed as he stepped around the empty desk.
"Why isn't the Dark Lord here personally?" Thickness asked Rockwood. "It's him they are after! He should be here."
Rockwood was silent for a few seconds. "I told him they were coming. He didn't seem worried."
"But it's the International Magical Tribunal!" Thickness cried. "They rarely get involved in anything, but when they do, it's worrisome!"
"I didn't say it wasn't," Rockwood hissed. "He said he had more important things to do."
"But he is at Hogwarts, right? What could be so important there?" Thickness wondered.
"The Mudblood," Rockwood spat, starting to pace. "He spends all his time with her. When he was here this morning, he took Umbridge with him and told me to find a replacement for her."
"Umbridge? What could she have done to displease him?" Thickness asked.
"Nothing, but the Mudblood hates her," Rockwood answered. "My sources tell me that she hasn't been seen for several days. Perhaps he brought Umbridge to her for a snack to cheer her up?"
Harry grew cold at that. Hermione hadn't been seen? Dobby had told him that when he met her last time, Voldemort had arrived, looking furious. Had he killed her and just didn't want anyone to know about it?
No, that didn't sound like him. If he had killed a Muggle-born, he would at least let his Death Eaters know about it.
Thickness shook his head. "But she is just a Mudblood. Why is he doing so much for her?"
"She has had him wrapped around his fingers since they married," Rockwood muttered. "First killing Snape just so she could become Headmistress. Not that I liked Snape, but he was at least half blood. Then, when she was attacked, he devoted all our resources just to find the person who did it. Resources we could have used rounding up more Mudbloods!"
"Umbridge told me the Mudblood had been here, demanding her to release other Mudbloods from Azkaban," Thickness said.
"It must be the dragons," Rockwood mumbled. "It's like that dragon keeper said. It wasn't just his appearance that changed when he brought those two dragons back. His priorities changed too. To other dragons and those bonded with them. We can't trust him to look after our interested anymore."
"He is still powerful, though," Thickness said with fear in his voice. "If he finds out we didn't put up a fight against the Tribunal, he will kill us."
"But if they do take him in, we will be left in peace," Rockwood said a hungry glint in his eyes. "It isn't our government they want to take down, just him."
The same power-hungry look flashed over Thickness eyes. "And if we cooperate, we will be buying some favours with them."
Rockwood nodded and they both fell silent. Harry could almost see their dreams of being the one on top, free to rule without a powerful Dark Lord controlling their movements.
"Very well, we won't do anything to stop them for now," Rockwood finally said.
"What if he summon us?" Thickness suddenly realised.
Rockwood's smiled unpleasantly. "You heard what they said, the wizards change when they are bonded with dragons. We simply did not feel him calling."
"Are you certain the others will agree to that?" Thickness asked.
"Not everyone, but this will be an excellent opportunity to trim the herd before we take over," Rockwood said. "You go back in there and tell them we will let them take as many dragon keepers as possible to save our poor defenceless children. They will take care of the Death Eaters that do show up."
Thickness nodded, smiling wishfully, following Rockwood out of the office, so caught up in his own dreams of power that he didn't even notice that the door took a few seconds extra before closing behind him.
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The ritual had taken a lot of energy from Voldemort. He allowed himself to rest on the floor next to Hermione for a few minutes. She was unconscious, thankfully, which meant he didn't have to answer her questions about the ritual. He doubted she would believe that it was just for her benefit. Especially not when she started to look up the ritual.
He hadn't had time to mask it more. When he had been to the Ministry earlier, Rockwood had informed him that a delegation of dragon keepers was coming, and Voldemort had known he needed to act. He wanted to be truly immortal before going into battle.
His spy had informed him that Potter and several other Order members had found refuge among the dragon keepers. Voldemort had considered attack them there, but since it was an international centre, it would complicate things diplomatically.
Rising, he began to clean up, starting with disintegrating the corpse on the floor. It would upset Hermione to see it, and she was his most prised possession now. He wanted her … comfortable.
Next, he removed all traces of blood from both their bodies and dressed before retrieving her from the floor, moving her towards the bed.
When he was lying her down, she began stirring.
"What the bloody hell was that?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
He took a step back. "Only the best ritual for my wife."
She scowled at him. "Yes, I'm sure that's all there is. You must be gaining something from it, you wouldn't have gone through all the trouble otherwise."
He shrugged. "So what if there is, you won't notice it."
She opened her mouth, but then frowned, her hand coming up to her belly. "I feel … fuller than before."
"Maybe cut down on the amount of pudding after dinner? Though, I can't say I notice a different, you look just as lovely now as you did on our wedding night," Voldemort said, chuckling.
Hermione scowled again, pulling the covers tightly around her. "I didn't mean I feel fat and even if I did, that would hardly be your business. I mean that it feels like there is more inside of me now than before. Like I'm fuller."
"You are not pregnant," Voldemort reassured her before she started to make accusations of that as well. "What you are sensing is probably the protection, like an extra layer inside of you. You will get used to it."
Her mouth opened, as if she were about to keep talking, but something made her stop and crane her neck, as if she was listening to something. Then she scrambled over the bed to the window and looked outside, no longer caring that he saw her naked behind.
With an ill foreboding, he hurried towards the window as well.
Several people were making their way up towards the castle. He only needed to recognise one to know that it was trouble.
"Potter," he spat and got off the bed, summoning Tolv and Elva in his mind.
Bring the herd, he told Tolv. Tell them it's time they find out what a wizard taste like.
He had taken two steps towards the staircase when he remembered another problem: Hermione.
He spun around and saw that she had got out of bed too and was putting on her clothes.
"Remember, you promised to stay out of the war, and that means this fight," Voldemort told her. "And you can't speak to them, which means you will not be able to tell them that you aren't their enemy."
Hermione hesitated, standing with just one leg in her pants. "But I'm still the Headmistress. There are students left here, I have to see to their safety."
She resumed dressing.
"Fine. But if you get in my way—"
He was interrupted by Elva's voice in his head.
Mother, I see the Potter. Want me to bite him?
No, Voldemort replied quickly. Wait for the others. Out of sight from the wizards.
He could feel Elva's mental sigh of disappointment, but she wouldn't dare disobeying him.
Hermione, on the other hand, could very well disobey him if she got the chance. Therefore, he decided to wait for her to dress. If they came down to greet them together, it would look as if she was on his side and not theirs.
When they came down the spiral staircase leading from the Headmistress's office, they found McGonagall hurrying towards them.
"Hermione," she said, a bit out of breath, as if she had run there, "they are demanding to speak with the two of you."
"And we will answer them," Voldemort said calmly.
"Just make sure the students are safe," Hermione said.
He looked at her, amused that she had forgotten his curse on her. It only took her a second to remember, though, and her face fell.
She looked down at the floor. "Tell her what I said."
Voldemort chuckled. "Hermione asks you to make sure the students are safe. Oh, and that you and the other teachers should stay out of the way as well."
"I didn't say that," Hermione growled at him.
"Well, you were going to say that, I'm sure," Voldemort grinned and then walked past McGonagall.
Hermione muttered some curses that were most likely aimed at him, but he ignored her. He had people to kill.
By the time they reached the entrance of Hogwarts, Potter and his blood traitor gang were already standing by the stairs. The air was cold, but no snow had fallen yet. Their exhalation lay like a mist around the group who all stood with their wands drawn. They were expecting a fight, and they would get one. He just needed to stall for the time it took his dragon herd to reach them.
"Harry," he said with a smile. "How nice to see you again."
Potter's hand tensed around his wand, but he didn't rise it. Instead, he looked over at a tall, board shouldered woman. The burn on her hands told him she was a dragon keeper.
"Mr and Mrs Riddle. We are here as represents of the International Magical Tribunal in Haag to take you into custody where you will be judged for your crime of bonding with dragons," she said, taking out a scroll from inside her scarlet robes. "Both you and your dragons will be arrested and if you don't cooperate, we have been given the authority to use any means necessary to bring you in."
"I am afraid you have the wrong address," Voldemort said mockingly. "You see, I am Lord Voldemort and this is Hermione Granger."
Next to him, Hermione audibly sighed and crossed her arms, rubbing some warmth into her them.
"My apologises, we weren't certain what name to call you since we were informed that one was under a Taboo," the dragon keeper said. "Nevertheless, the arrest is valid. We will also need to search your quarters to find and destroy any copy of the Dragon Chronicles. Please surrender your wands."
Voldemort felt Tolv and his herd closing in. He had given Tolv a power that was similar to Apparation. It made the dragon herd transport to him faster if necessary. Which meant it was also time to call in his Death Eaters.
"You mean this wand?" he asked, pulling it out and summoning the Death Eaters in one swift motion. "I think I will need it. I was never one for coming quietly, isn't that right, my dear."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "No, Merlin knows you never do anything quietly, not even coming..."
He chuckled. "I'm afraid my wife is mute, but she won't be surrendering either."
"What have you done to her?" Potter asked, outraged.
Finally, a reaction from the Chosen One.
Voldemort smiled coldly at the boy. "Hermione had an accident while trying to communicate to a house-elf. Such a shame, she was always so very talkative."
His Death Eaters started to arrive behind the group of dragon keepers. He frowned. There should be more of them. Some were away on missions in other countries and it always took longer for them to come to his side, but it wasn't that many.
The dragon keepers were noticing them as well. Some were beginning to raise their wands.
"Since I'm keeping out of the war, I guess there is nothing else for me to do than surrender," Hermione said, sounding smug.
"I didn't think you would be so eager to see them cut the head of your dragon," Voldemort remarked quietly. "Because that's what they will do when they have you."
"They won't. I have sent him away for now," Hermione said, crossing her arms, leaning against the castle wall.
He considered putting her under the Imperius curse and make her fight, but realised that he didn't know if it would work.
"Fine. Stay there while I deal with them," Voldemort growled and, without warning, killed the woman who had had the nerve to call him "Mr Riddle".
Before her body had finished falling to the ground, the rest of them started fighting.
Most of them were concentrating on Voldemort, trying to stun him. He managed to block them all and before they had time to fire again, the Death Eaters and Elva were upon them.
By the time the rest of the herd came, he had killed another dragon keeper and he was confident they would win … until he heard shouts coming from behind him.
"Sectusemptra!"
He turned around, feeling the hex hit his right shoulder. Grunting, he quickly closed the wound, finding his attacker.
Miss Weasley. She was standing with her wand raised, looking almost surprised that she had hit him. Well, that would be the last spell she ever cast.
"Avad—"
He was tackled from the side, but erected another shield before any more spells could fall over him.
He looked up and saw Hermione standing there, her wand raised.
"Sorry, dear," she said. "Can't let you hurt my students, after all."
He growled at her and squeezed his hand, activating the sedative potion he had put in her wedding ring, just in case something like this would happen. She paled, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fell down, clutching her left hand where the ring had stuck her. She would wake up in a few hours so he would deal with her then.
Turning back towards the real fight, he saw that his dragon herd was there, attacking the gang of dragon keepers. The air was no longer cold. The sheer number of fires the dragons had started was keeping the ground heated.
To his surprise, the number of dragon keepers had increased. Not just by the students that had come out of the castle to fight, but by other Order members. His dragons would eat well tonight.
He killed another dragon keeper (they were the ones who had been trained to target dragons, and was the biggest threat) and tried to find Potter among the other students. He had had a very similar robe to theirs.
Potter stood with a magical shield around him, protecting another student from Jugson. The sleeve over his left arm was torn, as if he had protected himself from a claw.
Just as he took a step towards the boy, he felt like someone stabbed him in two. He let out a cry, but he couldn't allow himself to fall now. He had to get to Elva. She was hurt.
Mother, he heard her quiver in his mind, Mother, it hurts!
No! She couldn't die. She was part of him, and he was immortal! She should be too!
He made the people that stood in his way fly in different directions, not caring if they were enemies or Death Eaters.
Elva was lying on her side, one wing broken, her eyes open and empty. Tolv was diving down next to him, screaming in pain.
He put his hands on Elva's neck, as if that would make her rise again. But she was gone. Like a big hole in his chest. It felt almost like when he had created his Horcruxes. His knees trembled and he had to press down a scream.
They would pay for this.
"Leave," he told Tolv. He couldn't afford to lose him too. He would break in two if he did. "Go back and protect the eggs."
Tolv was in no state to disobey him. He licked his twin sister one last time before throwing himself up into the air again. Voldemort made sure he got away safely by blocking every spell cast his way.
Once Tolv was safe, he turned with new fury into the fight. His Death Eaters had mostly been taken down, but that didn't matter. The dragon herd was still fighting and they were the strong ones.
"Potter," he shouted. "Let's finish this now."
Someone – not Potter – tried to come at him from the right, but a huge blue dragon came and slashed his back with a claw. The dragon was then taken down my two dragon keepers.
Finally, he saw Potter again. The boy was coming towards him, waving his wand, firing a spell towards him.
Voldemort easily blocked it. "Why do you insist on firing spells a first year could manage? Afraid to hurt me?"
"No, I have just noticed that it rarely takes more than that to take you down, Tom!" Potter replied, casting another spell.
He blocked it as well. "Luck has been on your side, Potter, not skills." He would kill the boy soon. It wasn't the number of spells that counted, but the right spell at the right time.
"Is it luck that are keeping most of your Death Eaters away?" Potter asked. "Or are they just fleeing a sinking ship? Face it, your days are over."
Voldemort had to admit that a lot of Death Eaters were missing. Only his most loyal ones were here. He would have to look into it after the battle had ended.
"I don't need my Death Eaters to kill you, Harry," he said softly. They were just a yard away from each other now. The fighting around them had slowed, everyone was watching them.
It was time.
"Avada Kedavra!"
At the same time, Potter shouted "Expilliarmus!"
Two flashes of magic flew through the air, meeting halfway. Last time that had happened, it had locked their wands in place and summoned echoes from the past. This time, the universe was even more against him.
Voldemort's spell bounced back against himself at the same time as Potter's spell reached him.
His wand flew from his hand and his own killing curse hit him straight in the chest. He felt the air leave his lungs and he fell onto his back.
The ground around him turned quiet. He could feel Tolv inside him, shrieking in fear that he had lost both his mates in one day.
That's when Voldemort realised that he was still alive.
He was still alive.
Laughter filled the ground, bouncing off the castle walls.
He didn't have the strength to move, but he had the strength to laugh, because he was alive. Not even his own killing spell could kill him! He had faced death and been victorious!
Someone came closer towards him. Potter. He saw the disbelief on the boy's face as he stared down at him. Then it turned into resolve.
"Tom Riddle," he said, binding his hands together with magical ropes. "We will take you to Haag now where you will be placed in custody for bonding with dragons."
Still, Voldemort couldn't stop laughing. Despite everything he had gone through to ensure this, there had always been that quiver of doubt, deep down. A whisper of fear, wondering if he really had beaten his own mortality.
Now he knew the answer. Without a shadow of a doubt.
He was immortal.
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