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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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PART NINE:

PASSIONS RISE

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
With just the two of them left in the room, Harmony tried her best to muster up the courage to look Voldemort straight in his hard blue eyes. No words were exchanged; she was too speechless. How could she explain it to him? It would sound preposterous if she said, "Oh, didn't I mention that I'm Muggle-born? Nope? Silly me."
Instead, she tried to tell him with her eyes how desperate she felt. That she wanted him to understand, or at least give her time to think of some explanation. However, she did not get the reaction she desired.
Voldemort glared and pursed his lips. He was too angry to utter a syllable.
Harmony tried to work out something to say—anything. When nothing else would come she just looked at him and whispered quietly, "Please."
It was as though the simple word had pulled his trigger. She watched, horrified, as Voldemort's grip on his wand tightened. Slowly, as if the wand weighed a thousand pounds, he pointed it straight at her heart.
Harmony gasped, staring at the tip of the murderous weapon. She looked up into his face, and then the fear crept in.
What suddenly occurred to her was that she did not fear death itself, but the thought that it would come from him, her Master. When she tried to think of how many times he had ever threatened to end her life, she realized the answer was…never.
Not once before had he ever threatened to kill her, even when she had first come to him. It had all been her—her fear had told death was around every corner when it wasn't. Now the thought that she had ever feared Lord Voldemort almost made her laugh. All this time, she really had nothing to fear.
Not until now.
As Voldemort had said before, he had made her into what she was. Today she was physically, mentally, and magically capable of so much more because of him. She was stronger, and she knew it, so she lifted her chin and looked him straight in the face.
Though Harmony had to bite her lip to keep it from trembling, she flushed every thought of fear out of her mind. If she was going to die, she would do it knowing that she no longer had any fear of the man in front of her. For a fraction of a second, she wondered why the Serpentine did not react, until she remembered that he was the only one in the whole world that it was immune to.
Her Master stared her down, but her gaze did not falter, and in that moment he realized the true strength inside her. Any other victim would've been cowering on the floor while he, the Dark Lord Voldemort, held a wand up to their heart. In that moment he found yet another thing about the young woman to admire.
Voldemort's jaw clenched—something Harmony recognized he did whenever he was making a difficult decision. His wand hand began to tremble, but she did not look away from his eyes. If he chose to kill her—his choice, his one and only heir—she would not stop him, and he was going to look her straight in the eye while doing it.
Voldemort took a sudden, deep breath, and Harmony knew death was coming soon. He held it until his face turned red, and then she saw frustrated tears gather at the corners of his blue eyes.
Right when Harmony thought that he would end her life, Voldemort turned quickly away and was gone.
Master appeared in the foyer of the mansion after he had stormed down the stairs. The group of forty to fifty Death Eaters had been waiting for him anxiously. By the enraged look he still wore, no one dared to say a word to him except for a brave Severus Snape.
"Are you ready, my Lord?"
"Let's go," Voldemort replied curtly.
"And Harmony Hangleton?" Snape inquired cautiously. Worry etched his brow.
"She's not coming," he answered through gritted teeth. The very name itself caused a solar flare to erupt in his core and lick his insides with anger.
Then, like a massive, irregular shadow, the Death Eaters and their Dark Lord left the mansion and seeped into the forest, becoming one with the shadows of the trees.
Harmony watched through her dirty bedroom window as the witches and wizards disappeared left. Her hands, which were no longer gloved, gripped the window sill, and she trembled as she suppressed an urge to scream.
She felt a sudden wave of emotions, not toward anyone in particular, but toward everyone, from Draco to Dumbledore, Barty, Bellatrix, and Snape, and even her parents who had abandoned her in her dreams. At that moment, she could have cursed them all.
Then lastly, her ire fell to her Master, who now seemed to have abandoned her as well. She felt pity, anger, fear, and yearning. If felt like a part of her had been torn away and left a gaping hole of vulnerability, just as she'd felt vulnerable when her face scarf had been torn away.
I can't just stay here and do nothing, she told herself, though she did not want to leave. She was still recovering from the shock of Voldemort nearly killing her, but now her thoughts on his plans for this evening had become clearer.
It felt as if hours had passed since she'd had her intense conversation with Lord Voldemort about his plans to kill Harry Potter, and his insane plan for her future. She couldn't get the image out of her head of his lips coming down to meet hers after he'd taken off her face scarf.
He had never touched her quite like that before. He was affectionate, with a tenderness that she had never thought he was capable of. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest at the thought of him kissing her, as though his feelings toward her went beyond the usual mentor and student. As though he loved her.
Everyone at Hogwarts had said many times over that Lord Voldemort could not love. But she and Master had never broached that topic—it would have been awkward, she was sure. But now she wondered why it would have been awkward. It wasn't as if she'd ever expected Master to love her, but if he could….
Harmony frowned and cursed herself for thinking like a fool. How could she be pondering about love at a time like this? And an impossible love, at that? Only a few weeks ago the very thought of his kiss had frightened her out of her wits. If he couldn't love, why would he try to kiss her? The hairs on her arms stood on end as she wondered what exactly he'd intended by his actions.
Enough! Harmony told herself. I've wasted too much time already. People are going to die tonight. One already has. Once the word gets out that every follower of Lord Voldemort was terrorizing Hogwarts school the Ministry will not hesitate to act. The Ministry of Magic would most likely send every capable witch and wizard they had to sort out the mess. What a pleasant surprise it would be for them to find none other than the Dark Lord himself there commanding his army.
Harmony thought about that for a moment. Armies usually fought wars, and tonight could very well be the start of one. And at the very center of that war would be her Master and her best friend. It was almost poetic.
Harmony gazed up at the stars in wonder. This war obviously included her; she wouldn't miss it for the world. With newfound determination, Harmony spun around and raced from the room. She went down the stairs and quickly searched the broom closet for some kind of sac she could toss over her shoulder.
Since she had a sure feeling she would not return to the mansion after tonight, she also raced back upstairs and retrieved what little belongings she had. In her old room, Harmony found the green and silver dress she had worn to the Slytherin Celebration, and stuffed that into her sac. Then she ran to Master's room. The place had always been somewhat bare, but she glanced around just in case there was anything she might have forgotten.
Harmony spotted a slim green book on the table next to the bed. She picked it up with her bare hands and read the title by the light from the fireplace. Horcruxes and How to Obtain Them.
With the Cascadia lessons keeping her busy, Harmony hardly had time to look through it. She was about to set the book down, but something in the back of her mind stopped her. She had dreamt of this book, of this exact one, and Master had said maybe she was meant to read it.
Again, she was unsure about her skills as a seer, but what harm could there be to take it along? Master will probably have a fit when he discovers one of his prized possessions is missing, Harmony thought with a twinge of amusement. But who knows what the end of this night will bring?
Her amusement vanished as she realized that Master might not come back to the mansion at all, not if the Aurors got the upper hand in the battle.
Harmony stuffed the book into the sac along with the dress, and without another glance, she left Master's bedroom. She whipped out her wand and flew down the staircase. When she reached the foyer, she sprinted to the door, ready to throw it open.
"Harmony Hangleton, you wait right there!" a stern voice called out from behind her.
The sound of another person's voice nearly scared her out of her wits. She gasped as she spun around to find the source. She looked left and right, but saw no one. As she moved, the voice continued to call her. "Warmer, warmer, hot! Now freeze! Look to the right, you silly girl."
Harmony looked, but saw only a wall. On the wall was a large golden-framed scenery painting of a beach. And standing on the beach was a plump witch wearing violet robes.
"Claudia!" she gasped in surprise.
"Didn't I tell you not to gape at me like a codfish? You look completely foolish," Claudia said with her hands on her hips. But despite her severity, her stern voice was laced in worry. "I've been keeping my eye on you, child. And I have a warning for you."
"A warning?" Harmony frowned.
"Yes, and you'd better listen to it closely. You must not go after the Master tonight."
"What?" Harmony blurted out. "Not go to Hogwarts? Why would you say that? I have to go, people are in danger."
"You have to trust me," Claudia said impatiently. "You must leave, and go far away."
"Why?"
The violet witch's cheeks puffed out in anger, and she exploded, "Do you remember the room you found in the mansion when you got lost?"
"The one with the pregnant young woman?" said Harmony. She was perplexed as to where the little witch was going with this. "Of course I remember."
"Then you'd better listen close, and listen well. If you go after Master tonight, then what you saw in that room will be your fate."
"What?" Harmony exclaimed in confusion. "What do you mean, 'that'll be my fate?'"
"That room wasn't just any random room conjured by magic. That room is special; it has been there since Master's mother, Merope, inhabited the mansion. That room shows whoever opens it a glimpse into their future."
"Wait," Harmony paused. "You're saying that woman—that pregnant woman—was me? That was my future?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
Harmony groaned and covered her face with her hands. "Oh, Claudia, you couldn't have picked a worse time for this. I've got enough to think about tonight already. What I saw in that room could've been anything. I didn't see her face completely, anyway. It could have been anyone!" She sighed heavily, giving the witch a pleading look. "I have to go to Hogwarts, Claudia. I need to go, and nothing you say can stop me."
Harmony turned and made a dash for the door. As she sprinted out into the night she heard Claudia shout at her back, "It's the truth! It's your fate, and if you go after him now, you've no hope to avoid it!"
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