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Two Steps From Hell	By : Ssserpensssotia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 30375 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sherlocked17- Well, Dracula is the Horcrux in Hermione. She gave him this name as Tom, Marvolo, the Hood and the Dark Lord are already taken :) So, Dracula is Voldemort-Horcrux when Hermione speaks to him or of him :) Ehh...I don't think I'll manage to do the Ginny/Lucius...had it been Lucius/Hermione, then sure...but Ginny...Neh. You can write one ;) Thank you!
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Chapter Thirty Five
"Magical Union," he repeated, and he wetted his lips. She saw how affected he was, how much it meant to him.
She'd remove it all, anyway.
The question was—why does Tom risk everything by asking her the questions that could change the future?
A lot of luck was in play, and no one could guarantee Tom would be able to overpower first the current Dark Lord Grindelwald, and then Albus Dumbledore.
Not that she would mind if he lost…
Harry was already insane in her timeline and she had no one to come to.
The only person awaiting her was a maniac Dark Lord.
It would be better to start a new timeline, not really helping Voldemort—Tom—, and at the same time, destroying what already existed. Stopping the horror and pain of the light side from ever happening. There were no parallels, and if she killed— for example— the father of Lucius Malfoy, then both he and Draco would disappear.
Everything would change.
The problem was in the Horcrux. She could not overpower him when he wanted to use her body. He was imbedded into her magic and unless she decided to become a squib, she would not get rid of him by herself.
And Tom wasn't really an idiot, was he?
He either knew something she didn't about the time travel, or he would try to Obliviate himself later.
She'd ask him later.
She turned to look at him only to find him already looking at her.
"How did we get married, by the way?"
By the way…
Of course, he wanted to know the one thing she didn't have in her—or Dracula's— memories.
"Like in a dream." It was ridiculous and she preferred not to lie.
"I am not a very good husband, am I?" He was asking, Hermione noticed and and she took a sip of her juice.
She didn't have to lie.
"You're not." She gave him a small smile and drummed her fingers on the table.
"I want to walk around Hogwarts," Hermione said, looking him in the eye.
"Dumbledore can see through invisibility cloaks and spells. Do you know who Dumbledore is?"
He was really interested in her answer, and Hermione waved aside Dracula's 'Tsk.'
"Your current Transfiguration Professor, the Light Lord, the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot , the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the defeater of Dark Lord Grindelwald, Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. That one, you mean?" She even thought of batting her eyelashes at him, but it would be childish.
And dangerous.
Even though she knew more in the aspects of written knowledge, Hermione knew that magically, Tom Riddle was more gifted than her.
The peak of his magic would be on the 31st of December, in a few days, and Hermione was allowed to behave the way she did only because he wasn't seventeen yet. It wasn't that the Ministry Trace Spell was still active on his wand; magic sang in his veins prepared to unleash itself, its full potential, the second after midnight. Even without the additional power it would be hard to overpower Tom Riddle in an event like the Duel if he had to give his all.
Voldemort possessed an amount of magic that could be rivalled only by Albus Dumbledore, and she wasn't sure Professor Dumbledore would win.
And she, while a powerful witch, was no Dumbledore.
Yet.
And Dracula would not allow to use his magic for something like duelling his younger self.
She pushed Dracula—who was leaning over her mental shelves, looking for something—away and tried to concentrate.
It could be that the Slytherin line, that produced almost-squibs for many generations, was only complying, conglomerating to be released into a single person, allowing the famous name to lit up the wizarding world with its shining.
Salazar Slytherin couldn't have had a better Heir.
The sneer on his face indicated that he was truly angry, and Hermione threw her hands up.
"You can breathe. He is dead."
So this is how "happy" looks on Tom's —Voldemort's—face.
"Did I kill him?" He had so much hope in his voice that Hermione inwardly winced.
To each his own…
"No," she said and blanched as his magic surrounded them and started to press, suffocating her.
'Tell him.'
'Why should I?'
'Tell him, Hermione.'
Hermione looked at the angry eyes and with a sigh, she realised that it wasn't worth it.
"Your follower killed him. Better now?"
The magic and pressure were gone and Tom seemed to get his emotions under control.
She saw him nod, and then he got up and started pacing, no doubt Occluding his mind.
His hate for Professor Dumbledore knew no boundaries.
xxx
He knew he had to keep his temper in check, but he so wanted to hurt her that it hurt him instead.
He took a breath and got hold of his emotions.
He wanted Hermione to return to his future self and surrender fully.
Tom would help Hermione understand a few things, and his future Horcrux would make sure Hermione understood him exactly how he needed. He was doing it for himself, and Tom made a mental note to thank himself when the memory would be restored.
They looked good together.
He knew how he would look—the same, only older—, and he could applaud Hermione for the choice of the memory. It was one of the most important days, when the tribunes of the Duel trembled and bowed, when the Dark Mark was in the sky, illuminating the tall figure of a very stylish and handsome man.
You could even say he was beautiful in this moment, had you not known that he was also a Dark Lord.
And "Dark Lord" wasn't simply a title. The patron of evil spirits and dark creatures; the master of the underworld could not be beautiful.
The Light Lord was the protector of the Seers and light-creatures, creating the balance on the scales. It was known that should a Dark Lord win against a Light Lord, the world would change drastically.
And he was the first Dark Lord to fully overpower any resistance not only in Magical Britain, but France and Italy also.
Whoever wanted to claim the title could do so by turning to the Oracle—through the most complicated and dark rituals possible—and facing the magical trial.
If you fail, you lose your soul; you die physically and your spirit would be forever damned, without the ability for rebirth.
That was why when a Dark Lord appeared, it caused alarm within the magical community.
They were rare.
Not so many people dared to try for the title, and even fewer succeeded.
He had been—would be—thirty-two when he had claimed his title.
Soon, however, he would be able to write history by himself, and Albus Dumbledore would be forgotten. He would be mentioned as a Light Lord, but there would be no one left to worship the old fool.
Well, it was an exaggeration, of course, however, he could feel that sickening note of adoration in Hermione's voice. He felt her respect towards Dumbledore and he hated it.
Yes, Dumbledore was a worthy opponent. But he was better.
And the world would be his.
He was going to allow to wipe out this week because he didn't want to risk the future. He knew what his goal was and his future-self fulfilled every wish, every fantasy. He was going to be great. It was better to forget it.
And that meant he could ask whatever he wanted and he wanted to ask a lot.
Hermione could not go out because she could not meet anyone else and Tom really didn't want any complications. He didn't want to imagine how problematic it would have been, had it not been for the Horcrux.
"Why do you hate Muggles so much?" Hermione was sitting with her feet in the chair, looking bored but interested in his possible answer.
He awaited this question, and when it finally came, it wasn't a surprise.
He was well prepared for it.
"You tell me."
Hermione's pretty lips were pursed as she thought over her answer.
Or she was listening to the correct answer in her head.
How fascinating.
He was told by his future self to let go and relax, trying emotions he never wanted or needed.
His future-self wanted him to try and charm her, and Tom hadn't really known what to think when he first heard about it. Wasn't she his wife? Now, however, it became clear he needed to do some damage control and fill in the gaps his future-self had left.
He needed to explain a few things to Hermione.
She was his wife, after all.
xxx
He showed her the memories, and the Horcrux would let her feel what Tom felt in the memories.
She was all shaken and, fascinated, he watched tears roll down her cheeks.
How pretty…
He had chosen specific memories that would push his future wife to understand him better.
He had a feeling that something else was going on, something which the Horcrux had kept quiet, however, if there was one person he could trust— tentatively—, it was his future self.
He saw Hermione's eyes flash red for a second and when she smiled a bit, he knew she wasn't the only one smiling.
His future self approved.
Outstanding.
xxx
It was horrible and Hermione knew she couldn't stay in his presence when all she wanted to do was to break in pieces and cry, cry, cry.
"Come, Hermione. It's not so bad anymore. I'll be seventeen in a few days and then no one will be able to hold me back," Tom said calmly as he crouched next to her, on the floor.
She could only weep harder.
She felt his pain, his hate, she had felt everything he had, and somehow, her heart bled for the small boy in the memories.
And for the world, as they had created him.
He had been a villain from the very beginning, however, his hate and rage had been only fuelled, instead of vanquished.
He had fallen, without even the slightest chance to become a normal person. He wasn't normal, even for her standards. She had felt his obsessive need to succeed, and this insane power of will that he displayed, even as a small, scrawny child.
He was the product of hate and sorrow, and he knew no love, had never seen it towards him, had never felt it.
Never wanted it in the first place.
She certainly understood now why Voldemort seemed bi-polar when dealing with her. She was the first one he allowed near him, and he actually didn't know how to react in some emotional situations.
Hermione wished to close her eyes but couldn't. The images of a four year old boy with black hair and icy eyes being dragged into the church would appear in front of her eyes if she closed them. She would hear his—silent—screams when the devil could not be exorcised from him, and he was beaten until he couldn't breathe from the pain on his backside.
She would remember his control on his magic, demanding it not to destroy everything and everyone.
To not make it worse.
His magic had saved him many times, and Hermione swallowed as she understood why Lord Voldemort loved it so much. She had seen it, she felt it.
It had always been with him. Magic was Voldemort's only companion for his whole life, and it mattered the most to him.
Hermione took a deep breath as she thought about the fact that Harry hadn't had the best childhood either. Tom and Harry were so similar, but so different at the same time. Both powerful, both orphans.
"Tell me something about yourself. You're a student, aren't you?"
She didn't notice how he sat down near her, looking at her relaxed, but with an interested glint in his pale eyes. Same as Voldemort's.
He is Voldemort.
"How do you know? I could be a Minister of Italy for all you know." Hermione turned a bit to face him fully, her tears disappearing.
"You are twenty years old, and you have been to Hogwarts. "
"Why are you so sure?" She asked, interested, tears forgotten for now.
"How many more Chamber of Secrets do you know but the one here, at Hogwarts? Plus your knowledge of school years at the same school…" Tom flashed a grin and Hermione had to agree he was deductive.
"I would say Ravenclaw, however, I am more inclined to believe you were in Gryffindor."
Hermione knew her surprise was visible as Tom smirked arrogantly.
"Only a Gryffindor would talk like that to a Dark Lord. Even if I'm not the one you're used to." He explained with a sigh and Hermione had problems tearing her gaze from him.
This was the Hood, discussing non-study related questions with her, and Hermione closed her eyes for a second as she was reminded of his older self.
"Since most are eleven when they start Hogwarts, then after seven years you would be eighteen. Two years is not enough to become a Minister. I would not allow a person without education to rule a Ministry, no matter if you're my wife or not." Tom paused and tilted his head a bit to the right a back, observing her. "You don't look like a house-wife to me and I don't think you like the attention from the masses that would come with being my wife, the First Lady. You are smart." He paused again and smiled at her surprised eyes, and Hermione had to hammer the blush down.
"And?"
"And therefore you study something. I don't think it's the Dark Arts or something political. Not a Mediwitch and not an Auror..." Tom stopped and turned a bit towards her.
"Are there any Aurors left?" He was asking her suddenly, and Hermione looked at the floor, not looking at him. He didn't need to see her face and read her emotions.
She was his wife and she was supposed to be on his side. She was a pure-blood.
"They are called Excubitores now," she said, not looking up.
She heard his quiet "Hmm" and smirked bitterly.
Yeah.
"And finally, the ring on your finger has a Vinculum Magica trace. I am not your mentor, however."
Hermione raised her eyebrows in question and building respect. Everything he had said was logical and insightful. No wonder he could manipulate everyone so well.
He could read people like a book, and Hermione wondered if he could read her. He was only a sixth year, and his Legilimency couldn't be that good yet. However, with the death of Myrtle, he had to know Occlumency to pull it off. It was actually not suggested to practice the Mind Arts until your seventeenth birthday. Not that he would listen to anyone…
Tom shook his head as he answered her silent question.
"Had I been your mentor, you wouldn't have been talking to me like that."
That made a lot of sense. She felt a smile tug at her lips, mirroring his.
"And that brings us to the conclusion that you study in a Magical University. Somewhere Mediterranean, judging by the level tan."
Hermione licked her lips, almost biting her lip in a gesture that gave away her insecurity.
"I could be a party-girl, or a First Lady, without any other responsibilities," she said and saw his sincere grin before he shook his head.
He didn't think she was beautiful enough? Did he and his future self have different tastes?
"You are very beautiful, Hermione. It's not about the way you look. It's about who you are."
Hermione's heart was beating rapidly, and she pursed her lips and turned away, looking at the huge stone statue of a snake. Tom was Voldemort.
"I would never marry a woman who is satisfied with just showing her body or just flittering around, bathing in my shine. Who is just there, and who has no goal. A girlfriend—yes, a wife—no. You have a lot of very good qualities if I have married you so young. " His eyes were shining. "So, you are a student, and taking in consideration the fact that we don't have any money issues, you are, most definitely, studying at Illuminus University of Magic. See…it is easy." Tom's smile was small, but Hermione didn't see it. His words still rang in her ears.
Who is just there, and has no goal.
Just there…
What was her goal?
"I study to be a Spells Architect," Hermione answered after a minute of silence.
"Hmm…Interesting speciality," Tom remarked with a raised eyebrow.
"It is." She didn't know why she felt the need to defend her choice, however, when Tom asked the next question, Hermione felt panic rise.
"And what is your goal, Hermione?"
To survive, to make the world better, to help, to succeed…
She had no goal and it was painful to realise it, to have it shoved down her throat.
She had none, and she even hadn't noticed it.
xxx
Hermione was Occluding her mind, pushing the thoughts away into the depths of her mind, and he couldn't be more pleased. She had a lot to think about when she would be left alone.
Well, not alone, as he was always there…
He had told his younger self what he felt was necessary to lower his own defences, and allow Hermione to see him from a side no one saw.
Tom— he hated the name, but he needed one for his sixteen year old self, and he couldn't use Marvolo thanks to Hermione—would not be as guarded with her if he knew that she was his wife, she had his Horcrux, and when he believed her to be a pureblood.
When it would be time for them to return to the original timeline, Voldemort was sure the Dark Lord—no wonder Hermione felt insane with all his identities— would already have restored the memories and with them, the emotions he had experienced would return as well.
He had to make his younger self appreciate Hermione in this time, and therefore, in the future as well. He had to make her realise many things before they left, and with the way things were going…
Wonderful.
Voldemort knew that as a Horcrux, he would never be free, never be the main host as his body was immortal and there was no need for any Horcruxes.
If he wanted to live again, to experience magic again, he had to do it through Hermione. She would be living to the fullest, and he would be there as well.
A perfect Slytherin plan.
xxx
"Purple."
She knew that but still asked what his favourite colour was. Hermione knew she had to think over everything Tom had told her, but she needed him to leave first. She evaded the topic of goals for now.
It looked like he wasn't in any rush either, though.
"Yours is…white?" It was a guess and Hermione smiled.
"Blue," she said and watched Tom nod before taking a bite from the sandwich.
"Your favourite art of magic is Dark Arts," Hermione offered and had to hide a playful grin as Tom laughed out loud. It was an honest laugh, full of mirth, and she was hearing it for the first time.
Voldemort did not laugh like that.
"Yours is…Charms?"
Hermione nodded, while drinking the rest of the juice.
"What subject do you hate?"
She really wanted to know, and while she guessed it was Divination, she couldn't be sure.
"Divination."
That was easy.
"And Necromancy."
She knew she was staring at him in shock, as he was known for raising Inferies here and there, and he had a Mastery.
He hated Necromancy?
Tom drank the rest of his juice and put the glass onto the table.
"I like the Inferies, but I sincerely doubt I would go all the way into this specific art of magic."
She still didn't understand.
"Necromancers are like conductors. They connect the world of the living with the world of the dead, guiding spirits and helping lost souls. And that is something I have no interest in." He said.
'Why didn't you tell that before?' Hermione asked in her head, nudging Dracula who was silently reading a book from her mind collection. She had no idea how he did that.
'Why should I have?'
Figures.
"I see."
She really did as Voldemort was not someone she could imagine helping dead people.
"You're not into Necromancy yourself, are you? Or you simply misunderstand this branch of magic, thinking about Inferies and armies of dead wizards," Tom noted with a confident smile.
She would have to talk to Viscal Pare about it.
Xxx
If only he knew the game they were playing was Muggle…
Their wands were on the floor, near their seated bodies.
"Abructo," Tom offered, making the hairs on her neck stand up. He was sixteen and he knew the First Dark Arts Triad already. How?
"Osternius," She said and watched Tom's smile grow.
"Serra Virtu." Did he know all the Dark Arts spells already?
Damn it, there weren't that many spells left that started with an "U". They had been playing the game for an hour, and almost all spells were already named. The last letter of the spell had to be the first one for the next one. And Tom chose wisely. She would not lose to a sixth year!
'Ut Morta.' Hermione felt Dracula's whisper in her mind, and she racked her brain to remember what it was. As she found nothing in her mental shelves, she mentally turned to face Voldemort, who was sitting in a chair, still reading a book, and only a sly grin gave away the fact that he was playing along.
'What is this spell? And why haven't I even heard of it? What does it do?' Hermione asked with arms crossed—mentally—and watched Dracula wink at her. 'It's cheating,' she added only to hear a small "Pff" from him.
"So I win. Right, Hermione?" Tom asked her with a teasing glint in his pale eyes that made her insides turn with rightful anger.
"Ut Morta."
When no immediate answer came, Hermione looked at Tom, his expression was unreadable.
"Well, well, well…" He said slowly, looking at her with strange eyes.
Was that…
Respect?!
'What does it do?' Hermione demanded an answer from Dracula who was still smirking, reading his book. Her book.
'Nothing big really. It's a small, innocent spell,' he said before Hermione jumped into his lap, tearing the book away. 'Tell me!' She hissed in her head and when he suddenly gripped her hard, pushing her onto his lap further, she shivered.
His lips were near hers when he whispered, 'It's an additional spell that is used before the main one to create something special.'
'What does it create?' Hermione asked, looking into his red eyes. She felt she knew the answer already. If she had been correct, then no wonder Tom looked strangely at her.
'Me,' he said and leaned in, giving her lips a tender kiss before pushing her from his lap, onto the floor.
Dear Merlin, she just named one of the most obscure curses possible…
Ut Morta comes before the Killing Curse when creating a Horcrux!
'Focus,' Dracula added and threw her from her mind-trance and into the reality where Tom was still silently examining her. He knew the curse because his diary had been created last year.
"Avada Kedavra." Hermione screamed when she heard Tom say the words.
A second later a laugh escaped her, and she even felt Dracula chortle. Well, it did start with an 'A'...
xxx
She did not know how it happened. She knew that Dracula was also not to blame, and Tom too. No one was at fault that somehow she had stepped on her wand and broke it in two pieces.
How?
WHY?
Tom was pacing the Chamber of Secrets, truly concerned, and Hermione felt tears in her eyes roll down her cheeks.
10¾" long, made of vine wood, with a dragon heartstring core...
MY WAND!
Only now Hermione understood how Harry felt when she had stepped on his wand, in the rush to escape Nagini and Voldemort.
She felt empty without it, like she was missing her arms and legs at the same time.
"Stop crying!" She heard Tom hiss at her, and she exploded in anger.
"Don't you dare tell me what I can do and cannot do! I will cry all I want! It's my wand that is broken, not yours!" Hermione screamed at Tom who was barely restraining himself.
"It's my wand that is lying destroyed in this fucking Chamber! My-
A stinging slap landed on her cheek and Hermione's head rolled to the side.
He wasn't gentle.
"Shut up!" He barked, barely holding his control, and partially letting go of his frustration and anger.
Hermione's hand was in the air before she registered it and with a smack, she hit him straight in the face.
xxx
They were still glaring at each other, but after twenty minutes of fighting, they both seemed to calm down.
"We'll go to Gregorovitch," Tom finally said after some time and Hermione's head jerked up, her eyes astonished and mouth opened.
"What?" He barked at her, making her blink a few times.
She needed a wand, and without one, she would not be able to return to the future. He had to find her a suitable wand. He couldn't just go and kill some Mudblood so that his wonderful wife had at least some wand. It had to fit her perfectly.
Dammit!
xxx
He had taken fifty galleons from Malfoy, and now, all they had to do was to leave the Chamber of Secrets, go to the Carkitt Market and buy a new wand for her, before returning back to the Chamber. Had she not had the Horcrux, he would have not allowed her to leave this place, however, knowing that she wasn't just his wife but had a piece of his older self deep inside her soul, he had decided to give it a try.
Hermione seemed to agree to everything as long as she had a new wand and an opportunity to repair the old one.
He just hoped it would not turn out to be a disaster of apocalyptic proportions.
xxx
The halls were quiet and she could hear Tom's footsteps as he left Hogwarts grounds and turned to her, for Apparition. He was not allowed to Apparate before he turned seventeen, so it was Hermione who had Apparated them to the heart of Magical London, to the shop that belonged to Gregorovich.
The atmosphere on the streets was gloomy and not pleasant, making Hermione shiver in the cold. Her cloak was transfigured and lacked the proper charms that good clothing had. Tom had a dark coat on, and a few snowflakes were sparkling in his dark, silky hair, making her hand rise and brush them off.
Her movement was natural, she did it without a thought, and she saw his pale eyes get darker.
'Now is not the time', she heard Dracula's whisper and sneered mentally.
'Shut up!'
xxx
The alley they were standing in was empty, save for the few beggars here and there, making Knockturn alley even more depressed than she remembered from her time.
She lifted the Invisibility charm and looked around.
"Come, we must hurry," Tom said while starting to move towards the shop, when suddenly, screams filled the area.
'Grindelwald's followers.' Hermione heard the tense explanation in her mind, and swallowing hard, she saw three men approach them.
"What a pretty girl. Let me show you how to appreciate a man, and not a boy," one of them leered at her. Hermione's hand automatically reached for her wand only to remember she had none.
Tom would be able to fight them since he had his wand, but the trace on him was still present, making it impossible to use any real damaging curses. If he used them outside of the Chamber of Secrets while underage, he would be expelled, and they both came to the same conclusion as Tom was looking at her with thin lips and serious eyes.
'Take his wand,' Dracula suddenly offered and Hermione had to lick her lips.
The followers of the current Dark Lord were grown-up wizards, however, she felt no fear.
She was more afraid to actually use the bone-white wand.
"Little boy all scared? We'll let you watch." The men burst in laughter, and Hermione closed her eyes, remembering the Death Eaters.
"Take it." Her wide eyes were looking at the bone-white wand that was held loosely in Tom's hand before reaching her hand and taking it, her fingers touching his.
He was trusting her with both their lives!
He knows about the Horcrux, Hermione understood suddenly.
How?
She felt the rush of power and even a feeling of ecstasy briefly flashed through her body as Voldemort finally had his own wand, even if not in his own hand.
"Show me why I married you, Hermione."
The hissing brought the men to a halt and Hermione understood she would have to kill them, or change their memories. Before she could decide, one of the men raised his wand.
"Crucio!"
xxx
The power she felt from the wand was mind-blowing. The handle was pulsing with magic, accepting her as its master, and it was hard to breathe.
She was high from the magic, Hermione understood when she made an arch with the wand and shot the spell at the last one standing. Two men were on the ground, unconscious and barely alive.
'Torture him', Voldemort was egging her on, while Tom was standing near, not tearing his gaze from the duel, even for a second.
"Serra Virtu!"
She did have Lord Voldemort as her Dark Arts teacher. Even if for a little while, it had left its mark.
The man screamed before he managed to cast the counter-curse and sent a silent, white beam towards her.
It looked like a cutting hex to her.
Hermione wanted to raise a shield and even pointed the wand upwards when she felt herself duck, away from the curse.
Dracula.
'What the hell?!' She screamed at him mentally, before seeing the crater in the ground.
'It's a wind elemental curse, and elements cannot be blocked', Voldemort reminded her, and Hermione wished to hit herself on the head.
'Use your head, Hermione. He's the enemy. Stop holding back!' He now sounded angry and she knew he would take over any second.
She had to wake up.
"Magica Pulso!" She screamed and heard a sharp intake of breath from Tom who was standing near, behind a barrier that Dracula had created himself.
The beam of purple light sped towards the last follower of Grindelwald, and before the man could react, the light turned into a leash and tied itself around his throat.
Hermione was breathing heavily as she leaned her hands onto her knees and closed her eyes, hoping to remove the haze of ecstasy.
It felt so good.
She needed to see why Tom was so silent, so she straightened and turned to him.
He was looking left from her, and judging by the burning hate in his eyes, Hermione knew who he was looking at before turning around.
Her heart was in her throat, and the happiness she felt was mixed with fear.
Dracula was silent, like a snake, coiling before the attack, and Hermione knew it was not the end of today yet.
Albus Dumbledore had his wand raised and had it pointed at Hermione.
She wished to scream in horror when she felt her arm raise and Voldemort's wand was now pointed at Dumbledore.
She would have to fight her Professor, the Light Lord.
xxx
Tom felt honest, mind-numbing fear spread around his body and soul when he saw Dumbledore stand there with his wand out.
There would be no slithering around this time, as Dumbledore would feel the aura of a Dark Lord, radiating from Hermione. It wasn't about Tom and Albus anymore.
The Light Lord and the Dark Lord could always feel each other.
Tom wasn't a Dark Lord— yet—, however the Horcrux was a Dark Lord, and Dumbledore knew that.
There was only one way to save the future. He— Hermione—had to win, and erase the memories of the meddling coot who had planned on facing the acting Dark Lord Grindelwald soon and was fully prepared.
The Horcrux was from 1999, and that gave him fifty six years of advantage over Dumbledore. Knowledge was power, and his power was absolute.
He would win.
Tom swallowed the fear and got a hold of himself. Hermione's face was relaxed, her posture straightening. Then he saw his own wand rise, the handle held tight in a feminine hand with red fingernails; red seeped through brown eyes, making them deep purple, and they flashed when magic—his magic!— coiled around her, preparing to be unleashed. His Horcrux came to the same conclusion as he did, then.
She would have to fight.
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a/n Ooops, right? :) If Harry gets to fight Bella, then Hermione should have someone more powerful ;) Please let me know what you think. Waves!
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