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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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Welcome to 2018 and the beginning of the end (of this story). I thought this was the last chapter before the epilogue but it became so long that I decided to cut it in two! I hope to have the final two instalments out before I start with my next writing project!
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Chapter 30
No, Kara, if they catch you they will kill you. I couldn’t live without you, Hermione begged. Stay hidden. I will get out from here … eventually.
I could break you out, Kara objected. Like when we got your friend out from that chamber under Hogwarts.
Hermione sighed. Saving Harry from Voldemort seemed like a million years ago. Not from here. They are expecting you to do so. Please, Kara.
She could feel Kara back down and saw a mental flash of him lying down in the dark cave he had been hiding in for the past few days.
The cave wasn’t that different from the cell she was sitting in.
Sure, she had a comfortable enough bed, a small table with a stool she could pull out, and a cupboard hanging over the table for all the possessions she was allowed to have. But it wasn’t the furniture that reminded her of the cave. It was the stone walls surrounding her. Her only source of daylight came from a window that was only a few inches wide and placed so high up the wall she couldn’t see out through it. It opened twice a day to let in some fresh air into her cell and frankly, that was the highlights of Hermione’s days.
Three days had passed since the battle at Hogwarts. She knew Voldemort had been taken into custody along with her, because she had woken up just in time to see him being hit by his own killing curse. And survived.
This time, he hadn’t even lost his body, and his soul had stayed where it was.
Hermione had run over to Harry and cast a magical containment field around Voldemort. He hadn’t seemed to have the strength to do anything. He had been laughing for several minutes and when he no longer had the strength to do that, he had just been grinning madly.
But she was certain it would pass. He would come to his senses and she mentally conveyed this to Harry when she hugged him.
Ron and Ginny had run over to them and she had finally got to hug all her closest friends again. They had won and they had survived.
However, her happiness had soon dimmed when a dragon keeper had come over to put her in chains as well.
Harry, Ron and Ginny had objected but Hermione had known it would happen. The reason they had managed to arrest Voldemort wasn’t because he was a mass-murderer. No, that was just a national offence and since the Ministry didn’t care about that, the international court had focused on what they could prosecute him on: bonding with dragons. The same thing she had done.
She had been taken the Haag, given a new set of robes and taken to her cell. Since then, no one had come to see her. The only reason that she knew Harry and the others were fighting to free her was because they sent in books with the dinner tray that was pushed through a hatch in the door. At least that was more than Voldemort probably got.
It was better than Azkaban, at least. They didn’t need dementors to keep the prisoners inside here, they had the strongest magical-repressing wards Hermione had ever felt. The only magic she had been able to do was lighting a small flame in the palm of her hand. Even that had her panting in exhaustion and she didn’t try it again. She just wanted to know that she still had her magic.
Just after dinner on the third day, Hermione was startled by a knock on the door.
“Mrs Granger. Your solicitor is here, make yourself presentable.”
Hermione had no idea what she looked like. Her only means to wash up was in the miniature sink standing behind the cupboard. She hadn’t been given a comb, much less deodorant. But being smelly was the least of her problems right now, so she just made sure adjusting her robe.
The door opened and a familiar face entered the cell.
Cho Chang.
Whoever Hermione had expected, it wasn’t her. She couldn’t do anything but stare.
Cho looked at her in shock for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and stepped forward.
“Hi Hermione,” she said and at the same time opened a purse, pulling out a Muggle pen and paper, putting it on the table. “I bet you are surprised. I should probably start by saying that I’m not your solicitor, I’m just the assistant. They thought you’d be more willing to talk if you saw a familiar face.”
Then she realised what she had said and blushed, looking down. “I-I don’t mean talk as in … eh, I mean, they thought you’d have an easier time communicating with someone your own age. Someone you knew from before.”
Managing to overcome the shock of seeing Harry’s ex there, she picked up the pen and wrote: Is Harry and the others okay?
Cho read the note. “Yes. Or, well, there were some casualty is the battle. You-Know- eh, I mean, he and his Death Eaters and dragons killed ten people on our side. Most of them were dragon keepers, so I don’t think you knew them. But two students died. Colin Creevey and Derek Longbow.”
Hermione felt a pang of pain in her chest and fell back into the stool. Two students she should have protected.
“A lot of others were injured, but most of them will make a full recovery,” Cho continued, giving Hermione a look of sympathy. “Harry’s left arm was badly torn, so he has to have it in a cask for now. Ronald got some dark cursed thrown at him and starts shaking real bad at random intervals, but they think they have an antidote for it. They all sends their love, by the way. They’ll come and visit you when you are allowed visitors.”
When she fell silent, Hermione wrote down a new question: How is Ginny?
Cho looked a bit uncomfortable. Was it because she was Harry’s new girlfriend? “Everyone found out that she is pregnant and there have been a lot about it in the newspaper. We think some of the Death Eaters that are still in the Ministry are trying to use it to deflect that You-eh, he got captured. Not that it’s working because everyone is talking about it. Just hours after they captured him, two thirds of the Auror department rebelled, kicking out the Death Eaters and arrested the Minister and his closest advisors. Those they could find, at least.”
Hermione realised that one of those people they were looking for was Umbridge. But she didn’t tell Cho that now. She knew it would be difficult to get her freedom back, it would be even harder if she admitted that she stood by when Voldemort killed someone.
Who is the Minister now? Hermione wrote next.
“Mr Shackelbolt,” Cho said. “He is the one that picked out your defence team and Harry is paying for it.”
Who is my defence team? Hermione wrote, realising Cho hadn’t told her yet.
“Calendar’s Law, and the founder herself, Mrs Calendar, actually came out of retirement just to defend you. She’ll be here tomorrow when they take you in for your interrogation,” Cho said.
Why haven’t they interrogated me before? Hermione wrote.
“All I know is that they have been focusing on … him. They are more concerned about getting him persecuted than you. But we don’t know yet what he has been saying regarding you, only that he has said something. Mrs Calendar is working on getting the transcripts so that she can better prepare her defence.”
Hermione drummed the pen against the paper as she thought. She couldn’t phantom what Voldemort would say. It was so obvious that he was guilty. But if he could make things worse for her, he would. She was certain of it.
In the end, she focused on a more practical concern.
I can communicate telepathically, she wrote. If they are willing to put me in a cell that doesn’t supress my magic, I wouldn’t have to write like this. I would also know how to create an amulet that would give me the ability to speak my thoughts out loud if I got the right material.
Cho looked impressed when she read what Hermione had written. “Write a list on what you’d need but I’m not sure they will let you do it. You are considered a flight risk, which is why you aren’t allowed outside the cell, by the way. But maybe if you can explain to someone else how it’s done? All prisoners are entitled to aid for any handicap.”
Hermione wrote down the list of things that she thought were needed to create the amulet and which books to consult for more precise instructions. She also wrote down the names of some skilled alchemists that might be able to create the magical item.
If I’m not allowed this, I would like a book about sign language, Hermione wrote after handing Cho the list and instructions for the amulet. It will take me a while to learn, but it’s not like I have anything better to do.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Cho promised. “I’ll see you again tomorrow. Take care, Hermione.”
Hermione just nodded and when Cho left the cell, Hermione sank down on the bed and finally let the tears flow for the students she had let down by bringing Voldemort into their school.
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Mrs Calendar appeared to live in a dimension that moved just a few seconds faster than the one everyone else lived in. She talked very fast and when Hermione got what she was saying, Mrs Calendar was already five thoughts ahead.
“Your husband, as charming as he pretends to be when someone in power actually talk to him, sure knows how to advocate for himself,” Mrs Calendar said once Hermione had been led to the interrogation room.
Thus far, it was only Hermione, Mrs Calendar and Cho in it. Hermione’s hands were chained to the table with magic-repressing shackles and Mrs Calendar was standing by the short side of the table, her right hand on her left elbow, and her left hand on her chin. She had only glanced at Hermione before she began to talk, her gaze in the distance.
“Everyone knows who he is, but they are all disarmed when he actually talks to them. They don’t think a mass-murderer can be charming and handsome, or sane for that matter. That’s why we have to constantly remind them of his character.” Her left index finger was constantly tapping against her chin in the same speed as she was talking. “It doesn’t help that he is blaming it all on you. That you showed him where the Dragon Chronicles where, and that you bonded with your dragon before he did.”
Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but then remembered that she couldn’t talk. She let out a huff in annoyance, but Cho quickly pulled up a pad of paper and a pen.
Hermione quickly began to write that she had only shown it to him because she wanted to keep him occupied while they sought the Horcruxes, but Mrs Calendar only glanced at the text before interrupting her.
“Yes, Mr Potter has been most informative of the circumstances, and I don’t doubt that you acted with the world’s best interests at heart, but you must see how he will spin it. A young ambitious girl offering a dark text to a dark wizard in exchange for power and prestige. He did marry you, and it’s only your word against his that he did it to capture your friends, for the rest of the world you might as well have done it because you wanted to snag a powerful husband.”
Enraged, Hermione once more put the pen to the paper, about to tell Mrs Calendar exactly what she thought of that, but Mrs Calendar only waved it away.
“You don’t have to look like that, I believe you. The problem will be to get the judges to believe you. We’ll need character witnesses. Others that carry a lot of weight, like your friend, Mr Potter.”
Hermione thought for a second, then wrote down: Professor McGonagall, Kinsley Shacklebolt and the portrait of Albus Dumbledore.
Mrs Calendar looked at the list. “Professor McGonagall and Mr Shacklebolt are excellent witnesses, but portraits aren’t considered reliable witnesses. It’s too easy to manipulate them. But we will get a long way with them and Mr Potter. However, the biggest gesture you could make is turning in your dragon. Your husband has refused and that speaks against him. If you turn in your dragon, it shows that you aren’t tempted by the power of the text.”
NO! Hermione wrote, underlining it to convey just how much she wouldn’t agree to that suggestion.
For the first time, Mrs Calendar stopped to look at her directly, as if she was surprised by what she saw.
Feeling the need to explain herself, Hermione added: Kara is my friend. He is a living, thinking, feeling being. If I turn him in, they will execute him. No one would expect you to turn in your pet to be executed, and Kara is much more than that. He is my soul mate.
Calendar read what she had written, then hummed to herself. “I guess we can use the pet-angle. But that will benefit your husband as well. We will save it for when someone asks. You don’t have a history of practising the Dark Arts, therefore it wouldn’t be strange if you form a more emotional connection. Did you fall in love with your husband?”
Hermione gaped at the ridiculous question. When she realised Mrs Calendar was sincerely asking, she snorted and shook her head.
Calendar stared at her intensively for a few seconds. “People would believe it if you said you did. We could argue that you were seduced into revealing the location of the Dragon Chronicles.”
Before Hermione could write something against such a ridiculous notion, the door opened and two new people entered. They introduced themselves as the investigating agents of the case.
What followed was several tedious hours where the agents asked questions that Hermione didn’t have time to write an answer for before Mrs Calendar either answered for her, or simply said “you don’t have to answer that, Mrs Granger”.
She must be somewhat of a dream client, Hermione realised after a couple of hours. Being mute made sure that she couldn’t contradict whatever strategy Mrs Calendar had to get her the best possible verdict. And frankly, part of her was past caring. Voldemort was defeated and that was all that matters. She had been ready to die to see that happen, so really, this was one step up from that.
All she had to do was make sure Voldemort got as harsh sentence as he could. Then she could rest up for however many years she would be locked into this place and sooner or later, she would be free to live the rest of her life with Kara.
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A week passed before Hermione finally got a visit that excited her. Harry Potter had come.
The moment he opened the door, she threw herself around his neck, hugging him hard. Harry hugged her back just as hard and for almost a minute they just stood there, clinging onto each other.
Finally, Hermione pulled back and Harry gave her a tentative smile.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been by earlier. They wouldn’t let me come until they had finished interrogating you,” he said, looking guilty.
Hermione snorted. Typical Harry, thinking he hadn’t done enough even when it hadn’t been up to him to do anything. She grabbed the pen on top of the notebook she had got to communicate, but Harry stopped her.
“I have something for you,” he said and reached into his robe, pulling out a necklace.
No, not a necklace, an amulet.
“McGonagall and Flitwick worked on it, following your instructions. We can’t know for sure that it worked until you have activated it, though.”
With trembling hands, Hermione took the amulet. It needed a drop of her blood to work, but she didn’t have anything sharp to prick her finger with.
Wordlessly, Harry pulled out a small needle which Hermione gratefully accepted.
The amulet shimmered in red when her blood hit the smooth surface. The bronze metal shouldn’t be able to absorb the blood, but anything was possible with magic.
She put it around her neck and focused on it, as she would have if she spoke to Kara.
After the third try, a metallic voice was finally heard. “Work, work, work for Merlin’s—oh, finally. Wow this sounds nothing like my voice.”
Harry grinned. “That is cool. McGonagall will be pleased.”
“But how can it work with the magic suppressing wards in here?” Hermione asked, and then realised she had spoken it out loud instead of thinking it. She repeated the question through the amulet.
“They removed the ward inside the room. It’s still one surrounding the room, but McGonagall, Kingsley and I all promised that you wouldn’t try to escape or anything. I hope you won’t, because they said something about repercussions that didn’t sound at all enjoyable.”
Hermione smiled. “No, I will stay put. At least as long as Voldemort is here.”
Harry’s smile disappeared and Hermione became cold inside.
“Please tell me he’s still here,” she begged.
“Yeah, he is. But he has almost escaped two times. First time, he only managed to get through his cell door before he was apprehended. The second time, a dragon managed to destroy a wall before it was killed. Now they are keeping guards inside the cell with him and he has to carry a magic supressing collar day and night.”
She couldn’t help but smile. Voldemort in a collar. She would’ve paid good money to see that. “You have to take a picture.”
Harry smiled. “There are some from his hearing at the tribunal.”
Her eyes widened. “He’s already getting a tribunal? Why haven’t I got one? I thought we were being prosecuted together.”
All of a sudden Harry looked as if he had aged ten years and got 20 pounds on his shoulder. “It’s the dragon keepers in correlation with the tribunal that are prosecuting the two of you. After we explained how dangerous your powers were, they ruled it as a safety risk to have you both in the same room. We did manage to convince them that you were the least dangerous one. Even though you did technically resist arrest by not turning yourself over, you didn’t kill anyone like he did.
“Anyway, ever since the hearing they have talked about what a suitable punishment would be for him. Some wants to reinstate the death penalty just for him but it’s more likely that they will sentence him and his dragon to a life in prison.
“But how on earth will they be able to actually keep him under lock and key for the rest of his life? He claims to be immortal and they have ten witnesses that all say the same thing: Voldemort was struck by a killing curse and didn’t die. At least two of the judges still doesn’t believe it and seem to just want to sweep it under the rug.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“If it were anyone else, I would have just said good riddance and let him rot in here. But he was looking way too pleased when he heard that they are thinking about life in prison. If he is truly immortal he will just wait until things have calmed down and then he will find a way to break free.
“How can we prove that he is immortal without trying to kill him? And even if we do prove it, how can we make sure he is never a danger to anyone ever again? Do you know any way to stop him? Have he created more Horcruxes?”
Hermione felt her belly clench in worry. She had had a lot of time to think in here and she was now certain about what had happened. The final ritual he had made with her, the one that had been so important for her to agree too, had made her into a Horcrux.
Some updated version, certainty. The ritual they had done was like nothing she had ever read. Making a normal Horcrux was horrid and required killing someone, but it didn’t involve sex and blood.
She took a deep breath. She needed to tell Harry. He would tell the right people and research a way for them to destroy the Horcrux inside her.
“Harry, I’m afraid that he made me into a Horcrux,” she said through the amulet.
Harry didn’t react the way she thought he would. He frowned.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked.
“I think I’m his Horcrux. Or something similar to it,” she repeated, putting more force in her thought.
“Are you trying to talk because I only hear this weird crunching sound? Did the amulet break?” he asked.
Hermione’s heart sank. It couldn’t be a coincident. She picked up the pen and paper and began writing “I am a Horcrux”, but the pen wouldn’t put any ink on the paper. It wasn’t even leaving a dent where the tip of the pen touched the paper.
It was part of the curse. He had made her into some sort of Horcrux and made sure she couldn’t let anyone know.
Harry was looking at her intently. “You are trying to tell me something. Something about Voldemort having Horcruxes.”
She would never underestimate Harry’s brainpower again. Even though her head seemed have got stuck so she couldn’t nod, Harry was still convinced.
“We can use this,” Harry said and was suddenly grinning. “We can trick him into believing you told us everything. Is there any other detail you can think about? Not something about this, but something we can tell him that will make him think we know more?”
Hermione thought about it and then directed her mental voice out through the amulet. She had to be careful not to trigger whatever spell he had cast over her to prevent her from talking. “Of all the Defence Against the Dark Teachers, I probably loath our fifth one the most.”
“Umbridge,” Harry mumbled, looking thoughtful. “She is missing. Rockwood told us she had been gone even before the battle at Hogwarts. Okay, that’s good. Anything else?”
“Do you know what this curse is?” she asked, pointing at her throat, testing the waters to see if she could talk about other things he had done to her.
Harry nodded. “Professor McGonagall told us. Something that makes it impossible for you to be heard by anyone but Voldemort.”
Good, so she could talk about things he had done to her before making her into a Horcrux of some kind. “It’s not the only thing. After our wedding, he gave me a potion called Cure of Infidelity.”
Harry frowned. “I’ve never heard or that. Is that why you couldn’t fight on our side?”
“No, it’s got nothing to do with that. And I did fight on your side, I saved Ginny from him at the last battle. Then he just did something that made me pass out. Probably some other curse I don’t know about. But the Cure of Infidelity is about … sex.”
“Oh,” Harry said, his face turning white when he realised where this was going. “So you and him have done … that.”
Hermione nodded, looking down. “That’s why he gave me the potion. I couldn’t go through with it on our wedding night. He told me it was a lust potion. And I didn’t want … he would just have taken me either way and I didn’t want it to hurt. So I took it and … I should have known it was a trick. But I didn’t, and it wasn’t until later that he told me that the potion would make me unable to ever feel sexual attraction towards another person. Not unless they reminded me of him.”
“Merlin’s underpants,” Harry said and, even though he looked very uncomfortable, hugged her.
She hugged him back, hard for several minutes before withdrawing.
“It also means that I’ll always be attracted to him. I dream about him. After living with him for a while, I just didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. I knew he was a murderer, but I just didn’t care anymore.”
Harry was looking down at the floor, a troubled expression on his face. But for the next part, she needed him to understand that it was a clue. She took his hand and he looked up at her again.
“He could have stabbed someone to death and smeared their blood over me and I would still have gone through with it, if he made me horny enough.”
Harry’s eyes widened and she could see that he understood that it was more than just an example. He nodded, swallowing.
“You and I are probably the only ones that are able to push his buttons anymore,” she said in a low voice. “And the only ones that can see through his bullshit. If you are there and keep your head cool, you can figure out a weakness.”
Harry nodded. “I’m almost sad I can’t see into his mind anymore. Almost.”
Hermione stared at him. Oh, right. Harry had been his Horcrux and as a side effect, he had been able to see into Voldemort’s mind. Voldemort had prevented it but sometimes when he was feeling very strongly about something, Harry had still been able to see glimpses.
Just like she had seen into his mind right after the ritual.
“Let me know when you’re meeting him,” Hermione said, a plan formulating in her head. “Both before and afterwards.”
Harry frowned, but nodded. Maybe there was still a way to beat him.
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