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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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Voldemort could clearly see that his words had hit her spot on. This realization of her betrayal brought on an intense physical pain in him. What he suddenly felt was new to him—he had never experienced this type of pain before. He wanted to explode with fury, but at the same time he wanted to crumple to the ground while his heart imploded in his chest.
It's her fault I feel this way, he thought to himself bitterly. It's her fault I have all these new and wretched feelings. She's making me weak—distracting me.
He seldom allowed his emotions to take complete control of his actions, but he was so lost in anguish that he unthinkingly lashed out at her.
Harmony gasped in surprise, but she was nimble enough to move out of the way. He's out of control, she thought and had to fight a sudden spur of her own anger, as well. He had never tried to hurt her before.
Harmony backed away from him, out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. He matched her every step—fists balled, glaring.
"I gave you my Serpentine charm!" he shouted. His face contorted with a compilation of anger, shock, and disappointment. "I was going to give you everything!"
"Please listen to me," Harmony pleaded passionately, hoping the sound of her voice might somehow bring him out of his lividness. "I know you're furious. You have every right to be. I kept the whole truth from you. But please believe me. I would have never told you this if I thought it wasn't true."
His wide eyes stared at her with a hunger her words only seemed to feed. She'd only seen him with that look once before; it was while he was facing Harry at the Battle at Hogwarts. His blue eyes were empty except for one thought, and it was this observation that made her blood run cold.
He really means to kill me, she thought in horror.
A fear she had not felt since she first met him months ago crashed over her. She fumbled for her wand, and then remembered it was on the ground beside the bed. She edged over to pick it up.
Voldemort was too wrapped up in his own jumble of emotions to notice. With relief, she grabbed the wand while keeping her eyes on him the whole time. He might jump at her again at any second, so she wanted to be ready to defend herself. She could use a number of defensive spells against them, but if she simply tried to escape, he would surely hunt her down and find her. This was a man who held a grudge against a boy for seventeen years; he wasn't one to let a traitor go lightly.
What she needed was to make him forget.
Harmony quickly thought of a course of action. Of course! The Memory charm! She could erase his memory to the point before she had told him the truth. In order for the Forgetfulness charm to work properly, she needed to focus on what exactly she wanted him to forget. Every detail of the conversation.
"You wouldn't have told me if you thought what wasn't true?" he hissed, and her attention snapped back to him.
Harmony realized this could be her last chance to calm him down without erasing his memory, which she would prefer not to do. The only thing that came to her mind hardly had a chance in the world to work, but she looked straight in his eyes, her gaze unblinking, and told him the absolute truth.
"My feelings for you," she blurted out. "I wouldn't have told you unless I was able to accept how I feel, and that I was somehow—in some way—falling for you."
"Falling for me?" he sneered, eyes narrowing. "You mean…in love?"
Harmony shivered when she heard him say it out loud. The way he said the word made it sound as though it was something so dirty and vile. But she gave him a meek smile as she answered him. "Of course. What else?"
Once the words had been uttered, it was like she'd found the secret password to make the whole world go still. Nothing moved; even the crashing waves outside seemed to freeze as she put her whole attention on the pair of eyes in front of her.
Honestly, she had no idea what to expect now that she'd told him, although she was relieved when his immediate response was not to jump at her again. His anger was interrupted by a little twitch of his eyebrows as they froze in a frown of confusion.
Harmony wondered, hopefully, if she had successfully managed to calm him down. But then she watched as the spark of confusion flared up into a fire again, and she realized she had struck a nerve instead.
Voldemort sounded surprisingly amused as a snide smile formed on his fair lips. "Love?" he said. "There is one thing about love that I have discovered over my lifetime: love is like a snake."
She frowned up at him in confusion.
"Love stalks its prey and then, out of nowhere, snatches it up." He made a violent motion with his hands. "Love coils around its helpless victim and squeezes, tighter and tighter, until the life is constricted out of it. Right when the victim thinks sweet, merciless death is upon it, they are released and abandoned, left broken and bruised."
Harmony forced back tears and shook her head when she saw where he was leading. She begged, "You can't mean that. Not after all we've been through." Then she whispered desperately, "Please, try to understand. All this time, I've just been doing what I've been told. But that's changed with you."
Master sighed and shook his head, but it wasn't a sign of rejection, just his inability to accept her words. He took a deep breath and whispered to himself in a pained voice, "Sweet, merciless death."
Voldemort drank Harmony in with his eyes. He took everything in from her tangled mass of dark blonde curls to her bare feet on the cold stone floor. And in a flash, he jumped at her.
Harmony screamed. At that moment, she completely abandoned every ounce of focus, acting on pure instinct. She had quickly drawn her wand and pointed it at him with a skilled hand. The magical and disastrous word ripped past her lips, unthinking and literally oblivious to the consequences.
"Obliviate!"
A lime-green light blasted out of the tip of her wand and shot at her target. One millisecond before the spell collided into him a blue flash of lightning filled the room. As the lime green cloud of forgetfulness dissipated, Harmony saw him crumple to the floor.
Harmony gasped, and her hands flew over her mouth as she staggered backwards until she collided with the wall. She slid down onto her haunches and stared at the frozen body in front of her.
"What have I done?" she wailed as she wrapped her arms around her knees in a death grip. Without focusing on what she wished to make him forget, the spell worked indefinitely. She had just erased every single one of the Dark Lord Voldemort's memories.
"No!" she cried as tears poured down her face. How could I be so thoughtless, she told herself over and over. What was she going to do? How was she going to tell him when he woke? How was she going to tell everyone else? His Death Eaters? The world?
A small mumble escaped Voldemort's lips. Harmony surged up in panic. Oh no, he's waking up! she screamed in her head. What am I going to do?
Only one idea crossed her mind, and that was to run. Get away from there as fast as she could and never look back. The damage was done; there was nothing she could do.
With shaking hands, Harmony wiped away her tears on her shirtsleeve, and then gathered all her clothes. Maneuvering around him as though her touch might wake him instantly, Harmony rushed to the door. She grabbed her sac and threw it over her shoulder.
Harmony looked back at Voldemort one last time with an aching in her heart. He was rolling over onto his side with a groan so he could get up.
She threw open the door and sprinted away from Shell Cottage without a backward glance. All the while as she ran, Harmony felt an intense foreboding that whispered to her that running was futile, like her very fate resided in that cottage. And there was no avoiding it.
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Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stood by the entrance to the Great Hall, facing the stone wall.
"I don't understand," Harry said heatedly. "How could she have done something like this?"
"Blimey, Harry, you think I know?" Ron replied. "I never saw it coming—none of us did."
"When she disappeared at the beginning of the school year I knew something was wrong, but I never expected this!"
Ron glanced at Harry reproachfully. "She might be able to explain if you gave her a chance."
"All this time she's been working alongside Voldemort, helping him—maybe even more than that," said Harry. "Would you give her a chance?"
Ron was silent. The pair looked at the stone wall again, at the large poster with the word "WANTED" staring at them from the bottom. Above it, a large picture of Harmony Hangleton, once known as Hermione Granger, smiled down at them.

END OF BOOK ONE
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