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Dear readers, we are approaching the end of this story. This chapter is basically covering most of the loose ends; to finish the main plot. This will give me time to work on the more interesting parts. ;)

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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashbacks’

Chapter 34 : The Haunt Of Happy Couples

After finishing their meal, the new headmaster invited them to take a look at the new refurbished Quidditch pitch, the Greenhouses, and other renovated amenities, like the owlery.

Walking to the Dark Lord’s right side, her hand secure in his. Remus was explaining all the new additions and restorations that took place, while walking on the left of his “employer”. Lucius Malfoy and his best friend Severus Snape were sauntering behind them, with their pets on their side.

She was listening to Remus absentmindedly, and simultaneously, she was thinking of what she heard during lunch, with each word recalled, she felt guilty because she never tried to put two and two together. She felt like a failure for not seeing the common denominator in all of these confrontations that occurred in the past.

In her defense, she surmised, all the specifics and data were obtained on different occasions and times, as a result she never thought of connecting the dots or rearrange the details in sequential order, or consider the occurrences to be related. However, being informed now, and from Remus no less, of how deviously Dumbledore maneuvered everybody, she could see it clearly, as if reading a history book. Each episode linked to the other; creating a very long chain of events, leading to the present moment!

Merlin’s beard! Now that they are narrated chronologically, it all made sense, in an alarming way though, for the wizard they were talking about was Albus Dumbledore! He was an important person in her life, someone she trusted to the last minute, despite his changed attitude towards her, after she and Harry informed him of how they saved Sirius from the Dementor’s kiss. The barrage of undeniable truths spewed out by an angry and outraged Remus, brought back many ponderings.

Wasn’t Dumbledore the Secret-keeper of 12 Grimmauld place, using the premises as the Order’s headquarters? Wasn’t he the one to proclaim being Harry’s protector and legal caregiver? Conveniently, Sirius being in prison, and Harry being under age, that left Albus to deal with all the financial issues. Again how coincidental could that be? Dumbledore had all the leverage needed to get his hands on Harry’s wealth and inheritance, pretending to be his mentor!

The conversation between the wizards near her came to a lull, and Hermione took this pause to ask about the newly divulged findings, she wanted to ascertain that what her mind produced as synthesis was accurate and true. She needed to know exactly what happened after Harry’s parents’ murder, what were really Dumbledore’s goals, why Harry?

Remus’ unassailable course of reasoning, aimed at demonstrating the truth to her, thundered in her ears, in reply to her investigations. “Dumbledore pretended to be very concerned and protective of our dear late Harry, yet did not deign show at the scene of the crime when the Aurors arrived to investigate. Pretending not to know the place, telling them he was not the secret-keeper, whereas he had already sent Hagrid there to fetch Harry! This proves that he knew all along where the hiding place was. But I digress; the loving and caring great Albus Dumbledore sent a letter of explanations with Hagrid, and the dolt left the boy on the Dursleys’ front doorstep!! He left the child unattended, outside at night!! Shouldn’t Dumbledore have gone there himself, and delivered the boy safely inside, and explained what happened to Lily’s family, if he was that much concerned about the Boy Who Lived?”

Scoffing Severus, from behind her, asked rhetorically “Why send him to the Dursleys in the first place, knowing what and who they were, how they loathed Lily and her Magical heritage. Albus pretended it was because of the ‘Blood Wards’, to protect him from the Dark Lord. What blood wards if they were muggles? Notwithstanding their muggle situation, and let’s suppose there were truly blood wards to have kept Mr. Potter safe, why this blood wards ‘theory’, in that case, did not apply to you and your parents as well, Miss Granger?”

The dumfounded witch knew that she couldn’t deny or find any plausible argument against this precise point, not to mention that she, many times, wondered about the same issues her ex-professor and friend were shedding light on. What hindered her inquisitive mind, at the time, was her complete trust and respect towards the compassionate and gentle headmaster.

It was inconceivable, bordering on blasphemy, in her mind, to doubt Dumbledore. He was the embodiment of goodness with his cerulean twinkling blue eyes, his cheerful attitude, everything about him screamed light, goodness and integrity, which made her shy away from persisting and pursuing that train of thought.

Remus continued his salvo, his abhorrence of Dumbledore couldn’t be more evident, he was seething, to the extent she believed soon he’d be foaming at the mouth.

“For 12 years Harry was emotionally and physically abused by the Dursleys, what did Dumbledore do to stop the mistreatment? What was Mrs. Figgs doing? Why was she spying on those wretched people for? You think she hadn’t told him about his dire conditions? Did he care? Some huge amounts of the Potters money were spent, during Harry’s schooling, but also when Harry was still a baby, but where? Albus claimed it was all spent on the Order and fighting the Dark Lord, whereas in fact, he was paying rogue and retired ‘Aurors’, like Shacklebolt, Moody, et al, to launch random attacks on muggles and wizards alike, which in turn he blamed on Lord Voldemort. Such plotting and machinations needed funding to be executed. The Prewetts were milked dry, the Weasleys were already poor, Dumbledore only associated with them because of Molly’s ties to Lucretia Black. He needed other financial resources, so he banked on ousting Padfoot and James, and seize their assets.”

The gobsmacked witch contemplated the ingenious albeit evil conspiracy. When she was at the Order’s quarters, she didn’t have the luxury to mull over the headmaster’s inconsistencies. She was so busy researching, organizing, planning, in a nutshell fighting against the “Dark Lord”. Understandably, she mostly ignored her intuition, and the persistent nagging of some incongruous ideas, brushing them aside, and stopped questioning many enigmas surrounding the old wizard and his limitless influence on Harry’s life, thinking she’d better concentrate on being useful!

What bothered her most back then was a persistent and irritating question, that she never found an answer to, up until now. She always pondered the incongruity of why a well-respected and “magically accomplished” wizard like Albus Dumbledore, with so many titles and positions relied on Harry! He who allegedly defeated Grindelwald single-handedly, despite his possession of the Elder Wand!

He relied and depended on a teen at best, an orphan above all, to fight a wizard decades older and more experienced! Why single out a boy who had a very sad and abusive childhood, to fight the all powerful and fearsome Dark Lord, and save the wizarding world, while many adults soiled themselves just hearing his name?!

She now realized she was not the only one who spotted those discrepancies! Thus, at some stage in the war, she was not alone to have had doubts, just like Luna, Remus, or Sirius and Pettigrew before them! She was not the only one who had to deal with unresolved and mistrustful reservations.

Some inconsistencies were fitting too perfectly, unless they were down right premeditated, and here she is currently listening to Remus, all she had to do is connect the dots.

Be that as it may, the wizard who has all the answers was sauntering near her, with all his brutally sinful glory, he was providing the answers, by letting her own friends relate their own experiences, and understanding of that particular point in time. The shiver that ran through her body, and flourished in the deepest of her core informed her that her Dark Wizard was putting into words some of the answers she longed to hear.

“Precious one, I contacted the Potters twice before that fateful night, in an effort to explain to them what I knew of Dumbledore and Gridelwald’s sly intrigues to subdue and rule the Wizarding world their way. They had plans to establish ‘a new world order’ where wizards would rule over muggles, and muggle-borns, ’For the Greater Good’ as Gellert Grindelwald liked to say. Ironically, none other adopted this same slogan than the old fart poof, to mislead his followers.”

Squeezing her hand, while still strolling he added, “Anyway, The Potters did not believe me, they were so brainwashed by that scoundrel to the extent that they refused to listen to what I had to say. Meanwhile, Sirius started to get very concerned, told them to beware of the old fag. They heeded his warning, unfortunately, too late! They were preparing to flee the night Albus killed them, and coerced Pettigrew to frame Sirius.”

She nodded for him to continue, while seeing the pieces now coming together and how Dumbledore manipulated the Marauders, and to bring them finally against one another. Yet again, the Dark Lord was dissecting, the global picture of the events, into intricate specifics, for her benefit, with his more than enticing and totally subjugating baritone.

The promenade to the many renovated facilities of Hogwarts was done, and their leisurely steps led them to the path that students usually took on weekend trips to reach Hogsmeade.

The Dark Lord and cohort decided to visit, and when they reached the picturesque little village, with its cottages and shops, the quaint site brought back bitter-sweet memories to Hermione’s mind. They wandered through the High Street, each one of them lost in their own memories of this charming small and unique community. Hogsmeade was renowned as the only all-wizarding village in Britain.

The Gryffindor witch was so oblivious to the group around her, that she wasn’t aware of them heading to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, until they stepped in. The bell’s musical tinkle over the door announced the new patrons. The place was awfully tacky and frilly adorned, the flashy tables and chairs clashing with other gaudy lacy napkins and rainbow-colored china sugar bowls. Despite the monstrosity, the wizards and witches around her, kept their positive mood, the jovial ambiance unhampered by the eyesore.

They picked a big table and sat surrounding it, each couple near the other, except Lupin who sat on Hermione’s left while the Dark Lord made himself comfortable, in the rickety canary yellow velvet upholstered chair, his back turned to the rest of the Tea Shop and facing the entrance.

The Gryffindor witch remembered what once Harry told her about this place being ‘the haunt of happy couples’, after his disastrous date with Cho Chang.

After receiving the endless and predictable welcome speech from the female manager, the excited, swooning waitresses came to greet and bow to their Supreme Ruler, all smiles and giggles. Finally the brouhaha calmed down, and one lucky waitress was assigned to their table. Placing their orders, both she and her “significant other” decided to have tea.

While waiting for their beverages, Lavender had to open her big mouth and talk about how à propos it was to pick this tearoom, considering the well known fact that Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was where most couples go on dates. Inwardly rolling her eyes, Hermione pondered if this day would end peacefully, without the need to muffle the air-headed witch. Please?! Apparently, The witch in green has already decided that Lord I-am-the-magical-sex-God Voldemort and her are a couple!

Hermione decided to continue her investigations, whilst waiting for the tea, curious to know about incidents that occurred before she was born. What the two wretched dogmatic wizards, namely Grindelwald and Dumbledore believed they could accomplish? What was their main goal? The intriguing element, which she mainly wanted to determine, was how Dumbledore’s magical signature wasn’t discovered at the scene of the crime?

Every wizard worth his salt recognize that wands when used, they leave behind residual spell traces intertwined with the wand owner’s magic, similar to fingerprints in the muggle world. This simple verity should have been used to identify and apprehend the assassin! She made her opinion known.

The Dark Lord nodded in agreement to the principle of the matter. Nevertheless he extrapolated, “As expected from such a conniving criminal, he prepared his crime meticulously. Dumbledore was not an amateur, and definitely not a novice! He, obviously knew about the magical signature, he avoided the use of his personal wand registered at the Ministry, pet. He killed them with the Elder Wand that he got from his boyfriend, after a fake duel.”

A giggly, blushing and swooning waitress delivered their order, and stood very close to him, waiting for her Lord to taste it ‘to make sure everything is to his Lordship’s satisfactions’. Sipping from his teacup, he smiled alluringly at the girl, licking his lips and complimenting the perfect service. Hermione’s temper flared, a green beast inside her was rattling the bars of its cage, roaring, and opening its maw to bite the asinine witch.

When the waitress deliberately bent all over her Lord, enquiring ad infinitum, ad nauseum, if he needed anything, she’d be honored to serve him, Hermione’s wanted to throttle the wench. She felt her hands itching to jerk the squeaking employee by the hair, and throw her bodily away from him, and bump her airy head into the nearest wall. The offensive bint was showing her mammary assets from her more than plunging décolletage, bending exaggeratedly before Lord Voldemort, almost shoving her breasts into his face!

Hermione was fuming, what aggravated her even more, was that Lord soaking-attention-like-a-sponge Voldemort was smiling to the chit, and answering her with his most alluring and seductive tone, almost whispering and insinuating he’d call on her, if he indeed needed something else. The Gryffindor princess was about to put into action her murderous thoughts, when finally the irritating high-pitched slag withdrew with her wiles and sagging assets away from his face.

Smirking imperceptibly, his gleeful eyes contrasting with the subject discussed, he continued extending his clarifications as if nothing happened.

“The plan was to keep Grindelwald safe for as long as it takes in Nurmengard, Gellert’s own created prison, until Albus could find the other two items of the three Deathly Hollows, for which they shared a common obsession. He thought once this is achieved he would release Grindelwald to continue afterward with their pre-established strategy, to rule both worlds, following their own regulations.”

“I already knew the Gaunt ring, the heirloom of the Gaunt Family was the Resurrection Stone, from a letter left to me by my mother. During my Hogwarts’ schooling, I kept my knowledge a secret from him. I left a fake ring in the Chamber of Secrets, with a very nasty curse embedded in it, especially for him, knowing sooner or later, he’ll find a way to get his hands on it. Following graduation, I made him believe that the Resurrection Stone ring was still in the Chamber of Secrets, when I came to apply for the DADA position. It goes without saying that the Diary was the only means available to bring this about. Lucius sneaked it into Ginevra Weasley schoolbag, and you know the rest. Once Potter went into the chamber to save the Weasley brat, Fawkes, Dumbledore’s phoenix followed to the ‘rescue’, but it was mainly to retrieve the cursed replica ”

The maliciously evil grin stretching the lips of the Dark Lord convinced Hermione that when you are called Dark Lord, it was for a very good reason. At that exact moment she thanked Merlin for not being the designated target of his cruel and ferociously sinister sneer when he commented, rendering the witch speechless “That piece of troll dung wanted not only the Potters assets through Harry, but the Invisibility cloak, and the Gaunt Ring”

Frowning Hermione looked at him confused “But the Gaunt Ring belongs to you! Why would Dumbledore think it was Harry’s? You said he was following you around thinking you had the ring, or at least considered you a means to get it, besides how Harry got the scar if you weren’t the murderer of the Potters?”

Severus silky drawl made her turn her head in his direction, “The Potters are descendents of the Peverell family. They inherited the Cloak of Invisibility through the ages, after Ignotus Peverell passed it on to his descendents.”

Lucius Malfoy took over then, with his deep hypnotizing tenor, he added, ”Miss Granger, Remember a couple of days ago, we told you most of the wizarding world’s pureblooded families are related? Here is a sample of a very well known fact; The Potters are also related to the Gaunts. They are the offspring of Ignotus’ brother Cadmus Peverell, who possessed the Resurrection Stone. As a family heirloom, and a signet ring, it was passed on, until it reached its rightful heir our Lord Voldemort. What you do not know is that Albus Dumbledore became convinced that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin, and not Our Lord Voldemort”

The Dark Lord looked at his witch, smiled and said in his seductive measured and caressing enunciation, “It is highly likely that both I, on my maternal side, and Late Harry Potter on his paternal side, are distantly related to the Blacks, Malfoys, and the Longbottoms, and almost all other pureblood families. It goes without saying that we were distant relatives through the Peverells and Gaunts.”

Hermione’s heart was beating fast, she did not know if it was because of what she was hearing, or his sinful velvety voice, she asked then “ You had The Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand from Severus when he tried to Kill Albus instead of Draco who had already stunned him. That means Draco had the wand at first, but both he and Severus repeated Albus and Gellert’s make believe duel. Severus became Master of the wand, and in turn you did the same with Severus ….” She swallowed a stone, a big stone when she thought of the last item. Ron presented the invisibility cloak to him, as a token of loyalty, when they were still fighting him, so that means he was the Master of Death since then.

The Dark Lord is now the Master of Death; he is immortal, and invincible. Indeed He is Supreme Leader of the World, it was not only a title, it is a Fact.

Remus brought her back from her musings by asking, ”Remember when you went to ask Luna Lovegood’s father about what he was wearing at Bill’s wedding, the triangular sign with the circle and want inside?”

Hermione replied” yes, the Deathly Hollows’ symbol representing the Invisibility Cloak, the Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand. The sign of the Deathly Hallows was emblazoned on the Resurrection Stone itself.”

He nodded and looking at Lord Voldemort he enquired, ”May I continue My Lord? Or would you like to enlighten Hermione on the matter?”

The Dark Lord had this calculating look in his eyes, thinking it was better to let Remus Lupin explain this part, his witch trust the current headmaster fully, and that was a plus in his book. He gave him permission to resume his explanations, and so Moony did ”Albus knew that the Potters had the Invisibility Cloak, and Tom Marvolo Riddle had the Gaunt Ring or the Resurrection Stone, while Gridelwald had stolen the Elder Wand which he in turn took possession of.”

Hermione was on the edge of her seat; she wanted to jump and shake Remus to make him talk faster, she was fidgeting, while everyone was patiently waiting for the young headmaster to swallow his sip of coffee.

Wiping his lips with his napkin, Remus looked at the anxious witch, and continued his narration, “He wanted to become The Master of death, after that he wanted to free Grindelwald and be together to rule the whole Wizarding world, keeping everyone servile and obedient through ignorance, fear of Voldemort, and his supposed bigotry. The worst part is that Albus thought while giving the muggle-borns some rights, he and his accomplice Grindelwald decided that for the ‘Greater Good’ those same muggle-borns should be kept on leash, controlled and told what to do, like he tried with you Hermione. And finally he wanted to resurrect his sister Ariana, a quasi squib, who died accidentally in a fight between Albus, his brother Aberforth, and Grindelwald.”

The Dark Lord took a sip from his tea, licked his lips and his eyes beamed with deadly intensity and anger, but he continued his recounting of the events that occurred twenty years prior, when the Potters were killed by Albus Dumbledore.

“As for the scar, it was an accident. When I tried to save the boy from Albus, after finding the Potters were already dead, we dueled in the nursery. One of my spells hit a mirror, a shard from the broken glass wounded the boy, I was worried about him and lost concentration, Albus took advantage and cast the killing curse on me, not knowing I was immortal already and not by means of Horcruxes. Though I was loath doing it, I had to evacuate the premises, without the lad. Furthermore, to make Albus believe my own Horcruxes hoax, I transfigured some wispy gray smoke around me, and apparated away, to give Albus the illusion of seeing my disembodied soul. That was in 1981. Since then I kept a low profile, I disappeared, as if I was dead, to continue with my plans to stop Albus from ruining the wizarding world. Afterward Sirius escaped and Peter hiding as the Weasley troll’s rat was unveiled”

Hermione’s eyes widened then whispered, “ Is this why Harry was able to speak Parseltongue? Is this why Dumbledore let Ginny keep the Diary? So that Harry would go into the Chamber of Secrets? To get the Ring? He was not a Horcrux like we thought, but then how did you possess Harry if the scar was simply that, a scar?!”

Lord Voldemort shook his head, a fleeting look of murderous anger flashed and disappeared before he answered his witch “Yes Harry was able to speak it because of our common ancestry and heredity. To answer your second question, yes Albus thought the Diary a Horcrux and since the Weasley brat was the one to open the Chamber after I directed her to another passage, he sent Harry after her, trying to use both as the Four-Point Spell or commonly known as the Point Me spell. Unfortunately for him, I knew he would do exactly this. He was intelligent yet predictable. Hence, I took some precautions beforehand, embedding some useful spells in the Diary, which would be triggered in certain circumstances, to forbid him access into the chamber, and to communicate with Harry because I needed to speak with him about Albus, which of course the bastard wanted to prevent at any cost. Ginny was simply put under stasis, for a while in there, by one of the spells I already infused the diary with, which was triggered by Harry’s entry into the chamber.”

Looking her straight in the eyes he smiled and said after taking another sip of his tea, “As for your third question, Harry was never subject to my possession, at all. Albus implanted false memories by the use of the same charm you used on your parents Hermione, The False Memory Charm, after you obliviated them.”

The witch heart jolted, and her eyes widened, she was thinking fast, afraid that her parents were hurt in anyway. ‘Merlin have mercy! He knew about my parents as well!’

The fear splashed all over her whitening face pushed the Dark Lord to ease her worries as fast as possible, and nip her alarm in the bud.

“Your parents are safe and sound witch, don’t worry about them, in fact I made sure they stay that way, and appointed guards for their security, without their knowledge, obviously.”

Hermione’s heart pace eased slowly back to its normal rhythm, she smiled hesitatingly at her interlocutor. She thanked him for the kind gesture, knowing that they were taken care of, and that sooner or later, she might be able to see them again, and maybe restore their memories! He looked back at her with an impish and devastating grin; he resumed his explanations about Albus’ duplicities.

“As I was saying, Albus implanted the last image of me he had seen, when I came to apply for the DADA teacher position, in Harry’s mind. I was still under the effects of The Naga Goddess immortality bite, hence my less than appealing shape and face, which convinced the old coot of my using the Horcruxes to gain immortality. Dumbledore to further his control over Potter, added triggers about me in the boy’s brain to be sparked when necessary, either in certain circumstances or by Albus himself. That is why he had nightmares and headaches.”

With Teary eyes Hermione croaked, “How did he do this??”

“Albus made him choose Gryffindor house just like you. He imbedded some false memories in his mind, and obliviated him. Then slowly under the pretense of teaching him Occlumency, he in fact had all the time to implant more false memories and headaches triggers to mislead the boy, and keep him scared and under his control. He even made Umbridge order the Dementor’s attack on Potter and his nasty cousin …Dudley? … Was it ? Whatever the dolt’s name was! The attack was to force Harry’s hand, making him violate the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery; by casting his Patronus. Ergo, whom do we thank for saving the day and releasing him without punishment? Albus Dumbledore, of course, the savior of the oppressed.”

Scoffing and shaking his head he continued, “It was Severus who discovered those implanted false events about me, when Albus asked him to teach the boy Occlumency after I tried to communicate with him via a telepathy spell, in the Chamber of Secrets, and at the Ministry, also when I tried to use the Triwizard Cup as a port-key. Or else, why do you think I went to the symmetry? Or went through the Ministry blunder for that matter? Do you think I believe in prophecies? If that prophesy was at all genuine, it wasn’t! It was all that old fag’s work with Trelawney, even Cedric Diggory’s death was tampered with, in his mind, to make it look like Peter Pettigrew killed him with my wand, while he only stupefied him, but the unfortunate student hit his head on a tomb slab and broke his neck”

His voice was thrumming on her body, igniting the usual reactions and sending vibrations rampaging through her magical core, she dismissed the flutters in her stomach and concentrated on the meanings of his words, not the deep caressing intonations, and melodious cadence. Trying to gain control again she made haste to enquire what she always wanted to understand about Severus role in all this tactical war.

“Why Severus unveiled Moony’s …I mean Remus’ Lycanthropy then, and delivered Sirius to the Ministry?” Hermione observantly analyzed Snape’s motivations, and found that by doing so, he was helping Remus and freeing him from Dumbledore’s oppression, if her understanding of the whole situation was correct, but what about sending Sirius back to prison?

Severus answered her this time, with a severe look, which was not directed at her, but it was rather a remainder and reminder of how much he loathed Albus Dumbledore. “I knew of Remus’ difficult situation, since we were in school, Ms. Granger. I chose that specific timing to bring it to light, in the hopes of helping Moony get out from under Dumbledore’s thumb and influence, by unmasking his Lycanthropy. I was confident that saving him from that crook’s clutches would yield positive outcome, one way or another. Remus resigned from Hogwarts and stayed for a while at Sirius’ house, thus he had the time to listen to Padfoot’s reservations about the ‘saintly’ headmaster. He gave Harry the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders’ map, which benefited everyone involved, I suppose."

The Potions' Master stern face reflected his hatred yet again when he said, "As for Sirius, Dumbledore forced my hand, and I had to do it. A good chess player forsakes a Rook to save the Queen, Ms Granger. I apprehended Sirius to keep my cover as a double agent. Otherwise, The old fiend would have known I was working for Lord Voldemort. I was relying on the Dark Lord to free him, but you and Harry stepped in with the time-turner.”

The Dark Lord interjected, “While we're on the subject of Sirius’ incarceration, it brings to my mind a very obvious correlation with Albus Dumbledore. Let’s see, this crook held the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, for ages, except during the period between July 1995 and June 1996, when he delivered Hogwarts to Dolores Umbridge and the Ministry clutches, after his incessant rumors about my return…”

Scoffing he emphasized, “As if I left at all to comeback, the imbecile! But I digress, we all know that Sirius Black was locked away in Azkaban since 1981, in solitary confinement for 13 years without trial, accused of the 12 muggles killed in the explosion perpetrated by Pettigrew who was also counted as dead in the explosion. Black was also accused of providing me with information, regarding the whereabouts of the Potters which lead to their murder” The Dark Lord was stressing some key words, highlighting the significance of his discourse.

He smirked evilly and resumed “In all of this time Peter Pettigrew was hiding in his animagus form as that Weasley troll’s pet rat Scabbers. Sirius again was accused of trying to kill his own godson Harry Potter in 1993, since everyone believed him to be a traitor and on my payroll, all thanks to the old swindler’s efforts.“

The still viciously smirking Lord tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, thinking, and then inquired rhetorically, “Don’t these coincidences tell you anything precious one? Or make you wonder for instance why the revered savior of Wizarding world who supposedly defeated Gellert Grindlewald, the great Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Member of the Council of Magical Law, Leader of the Wizengamot, one of the four leaders of International Confederation of Wizards, couldn’t see to it to give Black a fair trial, during all of those 13 year incarceration, to prove his innocence?! Not once but twice?!"

He looked around, then into Hermione's eyes, to see her hanging on his every word, "Now you know he was the one who framed Black. Peter was simply the instrument he used to get rid of Harry’s wealthy godfather. Harry’s orphan status, following the wizarding laws, designated his godfather as the primary and only legal caregiver, thus hindering the old charlatan. He wanted Sirius out of the way before Harry turned 17, so he could keep control of the Potters but also the Black’s heritage, as Harry’s legal caregiver. Moreover, Black was starting to see through him and all his duplicitous activities. All were his pawns and victims at the same time. He wanted Sirius in Azkaban, preferably dead, so that he could have access to the Black Money through Harry, given that Lucretia died before Sirius so Molly got diddly-squat.”

When the Dark Lord sipped his tea, signaling that he finished his observations. Remus took over, to corroborate in Hermione’s mind what his Lordship just said,

“Remember Hermione when Harry believed all the accusations against Sirius and tried to kill him? Who do you think convinced him of these fallacies? Thank Merlin I had time to notice and pinpoint Peter Pettigrew on the Marauder's map, and stopped Harry before he killed Sirius!"

Tilting his head down saddened by the memory, "Then I transformed in my werewolf form and Sirius had to protect you and Harry from me, hence he was captured by Severus Snape, who was forced to do it, otherwise Albus would have made sure to set him as Padfoot’s cell-mate in Azkaban, under the guise of being The Dark Lord’s spy. It is where you and Harry came into the picture; you used your time-turner, and with Harry’s help, saved Padfoot, from the Dementor’s kiss. You should have seen Albus, he was furious. Truth be told, your intervention disrupted his schemes.” Smiling bitterly yet in a sinister way, the young headmaster exclaimed, ”I wish I could see his face again after he received Padfoot’s rescue news.”

“Where’s Peter Pettigrew now? What happened to him?” Hermione was very curious to know what happened to that pitiable wizard.

“Peter died soon after the war ended. Apparently, staying in his animagus form for 15 years had perilous side effects on his health. After multiple medical complications, he succumbed and passed away while being hospitalized in St. Mungo’s” Severus replied.

The witch felt pity for the deceased wizard. Again, another victim of Dumbledore! He forced to stay as a rat for 15 years, and look where it got him, 6 feet under!

The conversation went from there to other small talk and chat, while she kept herself busy sipping her tea, and listening absentmindedly to the voices around her. Lavender was looking at her and winking, smiling excitedly and blabbering some inane comments on how ‘cuuute’ each couple looked together, and Tonks should have been come with them, which earned her a scowl from both Severus and Hermione, while the 4 others smiled knowingly.

She looked up, when she felt Lord Voldemort’s beaming eyes on her. Her face flushed, she would have bet her magic on it, he was remembering what happened at lunch, which made her face resume a Hermione-red tinge!

His chuckles worsened her predicament; the red hue on her face could’ve easily competed with his ruby-eyes! His strong and long index and middle finger found purchase under her chin, tilting her head up, their eyes locked. The witch did not want to make a scene, and snatch her chin back, so she waited docilely for him to speak first.

“Are you all right sweet pet?” he whispered, caressing her whole being with the silky decibels of his murmurs.

Clearing her throat that suddenly went parched despite the refreshing tea she was sipping, she attempted a smile, but her eyes were drowning in his, and pulling her whole body with them, to sink into his calming and at the same time exciting proximity. She opened her mouth to say “I am fine” but the thumb that caressed her lips, stopped any syllable she was about to utter. A shiver ran down her spine, and puffs of air licked at his fingertip.

She felt so tempted to lick his thumb with her tongue, oblivious to all those accompanying them, sitting at their table. In a dash of cheek or surrender, she was not really sure; her tongue slipped between her separated lips, and fleetingly licked the probing digit.

Looking her square in the eyes, he removed his hand then bent closer to her, and whispered in her ear “Do you want something else pet?”

To her utter shame, Hermione was flummoxed, not knowing how to interpret the question, was he enquiring if she wanted something other than tea, or his finger?

Oh! Holy Mother of all deities! What was she supposed to answer to this ambiguous inquiry? The best option, she decided, was play dumb.

“I …ahem…I am good, thank you…sir” adding a smile at the end for good measure.

His chortling stroked her auditory organ, the warm and moist breaths fanned the dying ambers, remnants from his flirtatious “magical intercourse” at lunch, to a roaring fire.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else pretty slave?”

Without waiting for her answer, he stood up, and gently pulling on Hermione’s hand, she followed suit. Addressing the rest of them, when they started to stand up as well, “Miss Granger and I have some business to take care of, we both bid you a good day.”

With that said, and merely seconds later, the witch was about to lose her stomach; it has been a longtime since she was last being dragged, from one place to another, through Side-Along Apparition.

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