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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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Wow final chapter! I will try to post the epilogue as soon as possible, I just need to find a satisfying final scene, then it’ll be done. I also apologise for the many errors in these past few chapters. I haven’t had the energy or time to find a new beta so I decided to just post them. I hope you feel like I do that a few errors in a chapter is better than no chapter at all. I do love this fic but my IRL-books have had to be prioritized.
I also want to thank all my reviewers/commentators! You are all so wonderful and it’s the highlight of my day to know that someone has read and enjoyed my work 😊
Enjoy!
Chapter 31
Harry took a deep breath, calming himself as much as possible, before nodding to the guards that he was ready. The door opened in front of him and he stepped through, together with two of the guards.
Voldemort was sitting in the interrogation room, his hands and feet chained to the table. Despite that, he still managed to look as if he were exactly where he wanted to be, his eyes in the distance, his shoulders relaxed.
However, when Harry stepped into the room, Voldemort looked up and a grin spread over his face.
“Well this is a surprise,” Voldemort said, looking like a cat who had just got his eyes on a very yummy-looking mouse. “I must say, freedom suits you. Your complexion isn’t as pale as the last time I saw you. How have you been?”
Harry had talked to Ron at length earlier today, before coming here. Together, they had tried to come up with everything they thought Voldemort could say to anger him. Harry had to keep as calm as possible to be able to do this. Hermione’s freedom was at stake.
“I’m well, thank you,” Harry said, sitting down at the opposite side of the table. “You look good too, especially in those chains.”
Voldemort chuckled, flexing his arms, the chains clinking together as they moved. “Just a temporary setback. Now, what can I do for you?”
Harry and Ron had debated on the best way to do it. Ron had suggested just coming right out and say it, blurt it out, since that was how Harry usually worked. Harry, on the other hand, had wanted to be more careful and see what he could make Voldemort admit before making him angry.
In the end though, they had decided that Ron’s suggestion was a bit more believable.
“I just wanted to see you one last time, before they execute you,” Harry said, looking for any sign of fear in his nemesis’s eyes.
There was none. “Are they back on that again? Fine, let them try, it will be entertaining to see them fail. Just like you did.”
Harry smiled. “I never tried to kill you, Tom. I tried to disarm you, it was your own spell that backfired. But don’t worry, I think we’ll be more successful now. Hermione told us all we need to do.”
Voldemort smiled widened. Was that a sign that he was worried?
“And what did my darling wife have to tell you?” he asked, not giving Harry any clues on what he was thinking. “Or, write you, I assume.”
“It took us a while to undo the spell you had cast on her,” Harry started carefully. “But once we did, she was happy to cooperate, telling us all about your new Horcrux.”
Voldemort laughed. “My new Horcrux? Why would I try to remake something that failed the first time?”
Harry and Ron had figured this would happen, Voldemort would never just admit to something like that, especially not here.
“Well it’s not the same type of Horcrux as you did before,” Harry replied, feeling his heart beating faster. “You didn’t use the same ritual. For this one, you used Hermione. I’ve read up on how to make Horcruxes and it doesn’t need you having sex with anyone. So we asked ourselves, how could that affect the ritual?”
Voldemort wasn’t smiling anymore and Harry took that as a sign of victory and pressed on.
“We have also seen through your plot on trying to pin the sacrifice on Hermione. McGonagall was in a meeting with her when Umbridge disappeared, and Rockwood was all too happy to tell us that you ordered him to find her a replacement because she wouldn’t be coming back.
“Now we just have to find the last of your dragon herd and you’ll have nothing protecting you anymore from decapitation.”
Voldemort was silent for several seconds, then he leaned forward. “I don’t believe you.”
“You mean, because of the spell you cast over Hermione, making her unable to tell anyone about it?” Harry asked with a smile. “Yeah, no, we were able to break through that. Oh, and when I say that she told me, I mean spoke to me. You seem to have it awfully hard to make your curses stick, Riddle.”
For a second, there was a flash of relief in Voldemort’s eyes, then it disappeared and he leaned back in the chair again. “Now I know you are lying. There is no way to undo that curse.”
Harry silently cursed himself for gloating that much. At least here he had the opportunity to clarify with the truth. “There are ways around the curse. She may not be able to speak with her mouth, but she was able to design an amulet that allows her to speak through it. There is always a way around curses if you try hard enough. Just like there are ways around your so called immortality.”
“As long as there is magic, I will live.”
Suddenly, it all clicked. Dumbledore had told them that Voldemort had placed a part of his soul into his pet, Nagini. The snake wasn’t around anymore, so clearly he wasn’t using it as a Horcrux (if it was even alive after Voldemort’s soul had got together in one piece). But he had been willing to place it into another living being.
His pet. Someone he thought he had full control over. Someone Harry wouldn’t be able to kill to get to Voldemort.
Hermione was the Horcrux. That’s what she had tried to tell him, but she hadn’t been able too.
At once, Harry saw what needed to be done. They couldn’t kill Voldemort, but they could put him somewhere where he would be unable to do much harm. Like inside his dragon.
Charlie had told them about a wizard bonded with a dragon who had put himself into the mind of his dragon, leaving his human body in the cell where the dragon keepers had captured him. There had to be a way to do that – and Hermione would be able to figure it out.
Harry rose from the chair, smiling. “Thank you, you have been most helpful.”
Voldemort snorted, clearly not believing that Harry had got anything out of him. But he had. Harry knew exactly how he could fix everything.
He left the room and told the guard that he wanted to see Hermione again. Thanks to Kingsley and the dragon keepers, Harry could do pretty much whatever he wanted as long as he followed proper protocol. The people here at Haag had deemed him an asset in the investigation due to his history with both offenders. Everything they said to him was recorded so that it could be used in Hermione’s upcoming trial.
When he stepped through the door to Hermione’s cell, she was already standing, waiting for him.
“You have a plan,” she said in that new weird metallic voice of hers.
It pained him to think about how Voldemort had mutilated her, but seeing here grinning made him think happy that they had got her away from him.
“Yes. We can’t kill him. I realised what you were trying to say. It’s you. He made you into a Horcrux.”
Hermione froze mid-action, and Harry realised she had tried to confirm it but been unable to.
“But that’s okay. Because I realised something else. We don’t have to kill him. We can lock him inside the mind of his dragon and then stuff the body somewhere and just stake out a territory for the dragon herd. He won’t be able to break free because he won’t be a wizard anymore!”
Hermione gasped, able to move again. He could see that she was thinking fast for several seconds, then she grinned.
“Harry, do you think they’ll let me research the Dragon Chronicles one last time? I will tell them exactly where to find my copy and where I think Voldemort’s copy is. Oh, and I’ll need more books on transfiguration and charms. Or rather, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. They’ll know a lot more on the subjects and be able to help me find a way to do it.”
Harry grinned. “You have a plan.”
“I have more than a plan. I have a way to save Kara!”
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Three whole months of around the clock research passed before they had finally worked out a ritual that would work. They had tested it on animals (even though Hermione had felt it cruel to the animals, she kept telling herself that it was for Kara’s best interest) and after three successful tries, the research group was given green light.
By that time, Harry, Ron and Kingsley had managed to convince the judges that Hermione had only acted with the world’s best interest at heart. However, they couldn’t get away from the fact that she was the one who had found the Dragon Chronicles and not reported them. For that, she would be punished by having her wand broken – symbolically banished from the wizarding world.
However, thanks to the Dragon Chronicles, Hermione could do magic without a wand almost as well as she could with it. Therefore, her friends didn’t try to make a lot of fuss over it. She might not be able to get a job in the wizarding world, but she would still be able to do magic and see her friends. All in all, things could be a lot worse.
Just as long as she got to keep Kara in her life (and have Voldemort far away from her), Hermione was certain she would be able to live a happy and content life.
Exactly four months after the battle, Hermione was taken into a courtroom filled with people. Three people sat behind a wide podium, their black robes decorated with a purple star, telling Hermione that they were the judges. They were watching their courtroom like hawks, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
Along the walls, benches had been placed behind narrow tables. Most of them were filled by strangers who were all watching her with expressions raging from curiosity to disgust. Thankfully, she also saw some familiar faces, all but one friendly.
So why was she watching the only one she knew that wasn’t giving her encouraging smiles?
Voldemort was smiling too, but it unnerved her. Had he found out what they would do to him and found a way to prevent it?
The only reassuring part was that while she had been allowed to enter the courtroom without chains, his hands were bound and he had his magic-suppressing collar around his neck. It was a sight that would make her happy until the day she died.
However, when the guards led her to the empty spot next to him, her stomach sank.
As she sat down, she turned her attention to the person sitting to her left. Mrs Calendar, however, only gave her a nod before continuing her mumbling conversation with Cho.
Sighing, she decided to take the bull by its horn and glanced at Voldemort.
“I take it you have cut a deal with them,” he said in a low voice.
“If you mean that I have cooperated with them, then of course I have,” she answered in an equally low voice. “All I have ever wanted was to see you get the punishment you deserve.”
Perhaps it was foolish to provoke him before she knew if the plan would work, but it felt very good to say it after all this time.
“Oh yes, I remember how much you wanted to punish me when you begged me to fuck you from behind,” he chuckled. “I bet that you are still dreaming about me every night.”
“If I did, it would be because you had to poison me to ever get me to touch you in the first place,” she spat back.
He merely shrugged. “You had a choice. You could have tried to just go through with it and then that would have been the end of it.”
“I’m just happy I got to see you in chains before you get the punishment you deserve,” she hissed and turned her back towards him.
“Have been having fantasies of bondage? Kinky,” Voldemort whispered, leaning in behind her. “Don’t worry, dear, when we have got out from this, I’ll bind you in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Hermione shuddered but decided to ignore him. Thankfully, only a moment later, the final trail started.
It was very much like any other trail. Fact was presented by Aurors, dragon keepers and Defence Against the Dark Arts experts. They described what had happened, that the law stated very clearly that it was forbidden to bond with dragons and that in the past, it had been one of few crimes the committee had killed the criminal for.
After a couple of hours, it was Hermione’s turn to be questioned in front of the judges.
In the middle of the room, there was a hard, black chair where the offender got to sit during their questionings. Before she got to sit down though, she was given her own wand to swear that she would tell the truth.
Even though it was for barely a minute, Hermione relaxed feeling her own wand in her hand, one last time.
“Mrs Granger,” the lead attorney began. “You admit to knowing the location of the Dragon Chronicles for several years without turning them in to the authority as well as using them to bond with a dragon, is that correct?”
“Yes,” Hermione said. She and Mrs Calendar had decided to plead guilty on that offence, since the proof of that was overwhelming. It would show that she cooperated.
“You also admit on sharing this dark text with your husband, a known Dark wizard?”
“In exchange for my life, yes. I didn’t think—”
The attorney interrupted her. “You showed him where they were just before your wedding, correct?”
“Yes,” Hermione answered, annoyed. Calendar had explained that this attorney would make it look as if she was just as guilty as Voldemort. “But I didn’t know he was about to force me to marry him.”
“Really? So this isn’t your signature on your marriage contract?” The attorney held up a plastic folder with the marriage contract she had signed.
“My choice was signing or dying. I chose the former,” Hermione said coldly.
“I take it you were forced to take wedding pictures where you look quite happy as well?” He held out another plastic folder, this one containing the news article of their wedding announcement.
“I didn’t know he would marry me when that picture was taken.”
“Then why did you agree to take the picture?” the attorney pressed.
“Because he had promised to let me leave if I just followed his orders for one day. Taking a picture was hardly the worst thing he forced me to do that day,” Hermione spat.
“But you did agree. We even have the record of your wand oath. That is a valid form of contract which can only be entered by your own free will.”
“Is it really free will when your other choice is to be killed?” she asked. That was the defence Calendar had prepared for her. Focus on that Voldemort was the bad guy. “You do know Voldemort’s a murderer, right?”
“He has never been convicted and thus, it is of no relevance here,” the attorney dismissed her.
She had known they would say that, and she and Calendar had formed a strategy around it. “But it is. It’s about motive. What motive did I have to show them, or use them for that matter if you don’t take into consideration that Voldemort threatened to kill me and my friends if I didn’t?”
The attorney gave her a condescending look. “This is about facts, Mrs Granger. You claim that you hate him, but you still married him and lived with him for several months.”
Hermione sighed dramatically and removed the scarf from around her neck, showing them all the scar on her throat. “When Voldemort realised I was working on stopping him, he did this to me. I will never talk normally again. Why would he do that if we were working together?”
The attorney went over to his desk and ruffled through some papers before lifting one, smiling. “Your husband tells a different story. He says that he saved you after you had been attacked by escaped convicts of Azkaban.”
She sighed again. “Voldemort is a very good liar. But not even he can explain away this.”
She held up her left hand where the snake-shaped wedding ring still sat.
“My attorney had it examined and found a trigger spell which releases a sedative potion. Voldemort put it on my finger personally, after creating it. That, we have proof on since he had to registrant it as a magical wedding ring. You are welcome to look at our findings, but I doubt even you can come up with another explanation for it.”
For the first time that day, the attorney was taken aback. He glanced over at Voldemort for only a second but then quickly schooled his features.
“We’ll make sure to do that,” he muttered.
The rest of Hermione’s hearing went by smoothly, the attorney clearly grasping at straws to make her look just as guilty as Voldemort was. In the end, however, she was allowed to get back to her seat, the attorney moving on to question the next witness: one of the dragon keepers.
“Whatever sentence you get, I doubt I’ll join you now,” Hermione mumbled to him as she sat down. “Your attorney failed.”
Voldemort leaned back in his seat, looking victorious. “My attorney? My dear, he is the attorney that have been screaming the loudest of having me executed. But they can’t. At least not without killing you. Or so they think.”
Hermione looked at him sharply. Had it got out that Voldemort had made her into a Horcrux?
Voldemort smiled and leaned closer to her. “Don’t worry. You will live a long life. Not as long as me, but still.”
She smiled back. “I think they will find a suitable punishment for you. If I were you, I should still be worried.”
She turned away from him again and for the rest of the hearing, she ignored his whispering comments about her and her friends. They would win this and she would soon be with Kara again.
The dragon was outside, having landed in the yard outside the court, waiting for the sentencing to take place. It was easy to shut out Voldemort when Kara was talking excitedly in her head about all the things they’d do when they were together again.
It was past dinner when the court proclaimed that the sentencing would take place. Hermione rose, her stomach clenching with nerves.
“Hermione Granger,” the lead judge said, reading from the scroll. “You have been found guilty off not reporting the known Dark Arts text called The Dragon Chronicles upon finding it. You are also found guilty of using said Dark Arts text to bond with a dragon. However, the court admits that you were in desperate circumstances and therefore your sentence will be lowered to ten years of house arrest. Your magic will be monitored and if you are found using any form of Dark Arts, your sentence will be revaluated. You are also not permitted to have contact with any dragon out of capitation. Do you understand your sentence?”
“Yes sir,” Hermione said, relief filling her body. She had been prepared for a much harsher sentence. With this, she and Kaka could find a place on the countryside, away from prying eyes.
The judge turned to Voldemort. “Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort. The court finds you guilty of using the Dark Arts to not only bond a dragon to you, but to incorporate even more Dark Arts to create more terrible magic. You are also found guilty of the death or three dragon keepers and four students of Hogwarts. Your lack of remorse for your action is particularly worrying and the court finds it likely that, if given the opportunity, you will go back to perform Dark Arts.
In normal circumstances, your crimes would be punishable with life imprisonment. However, due to the … unusual circumstances, you will instead be imprisoned in the body of a dragon and placed under the guard of the dragon keepers. There you will live the rest of your life as a dragon, taking caring for the herd you have become a Mother for. Do you understand your sentence?”
Voldemort glanced at her, his lips tightly pressed together. “Yes.”
“Begin the preparation.” The judge and everyone started moving in the courtroom, except Hermione and Voldemort who was kept in place by four guards.
“This was your idea, I take it?” Voldemort muttered through clenched teeth.
“Yes,” Hermione said, not bothering to hide her pride. “That way, Kara can stay with me, but in your body.”
“Oh I see. Found yourself a way around the Cure of Infidelity after all?” Voldemort noted.
Hermione’s eyes widened. She hadn’t even considered that. But it would be Voldemort’s body, or rather his blood, so of course the potion would be trigged by his body’s presence.
But what would Kara think of that? She loved him more than anything, but when he was a dragon, then of course it hadn’t been that kind of love. Bestiality was hardly a turn-on for her.
“Not unless Kara is also interested,” Hermione finally said. “Unlike you, I could never use a potion to make someone attracted by me.”
Voldemort scoffed. “It was hardly just the potion. You will miss the way I touch you. Your dragon won’t even know what to use his hands for.”
She snorted. “Arse.”
“For example.”
Right then, two more guards came up to them and escorted Voldemort someplace else. He would have to be prepared for the switch.
Transferring a consciousness of someone bonded with a dragon to a dragon was scarily easy when she realised that it was possible. Once she had been allowed to study the Chronicles again, she realised what all those warnings of keeping minds separate was for. It was not all that unusual for both the wizard and the dragon’s mind to live in one body for a time. The longer the mind was in the wrong body, the harder it was to change back.
The problem was transferring the mind between a dragon and a wizard who wasn’t bonded with each other and where one didn’t want to transfer in the first place.
Luckily, Voldemort had given her the idea of how to do that by putting his soul hidden inside her body. She was bonded with both Voldemort and Kara and could then act as the link between the two.
Not only that but she was a link between Voldemort and Kara’s souls. That was how they would make the transfer stick. They would not only transfer the minds but also their souls. It was nothing like a Horcrux because the souls would stay in their current state. It would just switch container.
Hermione was brought out to the courtyard where Kara was waiting. He let out a yelp of happiness and tried to break free off his chains to come up to her. She ran up to him instead and hugged him around his neck.
“I have missed you so much”, she whispered and his throat vibrated in a happy purr against her cheek.
Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and she turned around to see Kingsley stand there.
“Time to get started.”
Hermione had got the help from all the teachers that were left at Hogwarts but McGonagall was the one who were there with the material. She had taken over as Headmistress of Hogwarts and Hermione was happy to let her keep it forever.
With the help of Kingsley and McGonagall it didn’t take them long to draw up the runes needed for the transfer. Hermione fed Kara the potions he needed while praying to the universe to let this work. If anything happened to Kara she didn’t want to live anymore.
When Voldemort was brought back, he had his arms shackled behind his back and a nasty looking bruise on his cheek.
“He tried to escape”, one of the guards muttered to the judges who were overseeing the transfer. “Larsson is in the hospital but she will be alright.”
One of the judges sighed. “Let us get this over with.”
The guards brought Voldemort to the place Hermione had marked out and forced him down unto his knees. There were four chains shackled to the ground and they made sure to secure him tightly with them. Voldemort ignored them, he had his eyes on Hermione.
Kara was standing right next to him and Hermione could feel his desire to bite Voldemort’s head off. It made her smile as she walked up to her place between them.
“Any last words? You know, while you can still speak.” She couldn’t resist to taunt him.
“They will never again trust you”, he said in a low voice. “You are a Dark Witch in their eyes, no matter how much you try to redeem yourself. You think you can stand it now, but in a few years you will get bored by their mediocrity.”
“How lucky that I will have your body to keep me entertained, then”, she whispered back. Then, before he could say anything else, she pressed her palm against his forehead and her other hand on Kara’s head.
It was time to finish this.
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