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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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Hello everyone! I hope your Easter was better than mine. I was in the hospital… again. Stupid endometriosis. But at least my brother came by on Easter Eve (yes, it's a thing in Sweden. Like Christmas Eve. We like our Eves.) and gave me an Easter egg with candy and a gift card for a new spring jacket! I love my brother 3

Almost as much as I love my beta, Ozzy! Thank you love for doing such a great job.

Also, for all of you that don't know, a Tomione shipper called Pumpkin had a poll to see which day should be Tomione Day! Apparently this has become a thing in other ships, so why can't we have one too?

May 29th was the verdict, in remembrance of the first time we met Mr. Sexy Horcrux! You'll be able to find more information on tomioneday.tumblr.com If my health allows, I'll do something to celebrate this day.

Tumblr is also the place where I'm putting up all my answers to anon reviews from FFnet and all answers from AFFnet. You'll find them on theladymiya.tumblr.com

Now, let's not keep the Dark Lord waiting, on with the chapter!

Chapter 4

Even though Voldemort was pleased to have captured Potter and taken control of the Ministry, he loathed that it took time away from his study of more important things. Like the Dragon Chronicles.

However, he knew better than to let his minions manage all of it on their own. Thus, it took him longer than he cared to admit to fully grasp the text and prepare himself for the calling.

When he finally felt like he was ready, all of a sudden there were a million things he needed to settle before he could go and actually do it. He couldn't risk being interrupted by a Death Eater calling for him, for any reason.

One of the things was making sure that Potter didn't escape. Voldemort knew there was a chance that Hermione would return and try to rescue him. She no doubt had a copy of the Dragon Chronicles herself and would have translated it by now. It was even possible that she had bonded with a dragon! She didn't have countless other things to distract her.

Potter was imprisoned in secrecy at Hogwarts. No one had seen him being taken there, and only Snape knew of his whereabouts. Voldemort could trust that Snape hated the boy enough to keep him miserable, and Snape knew better than to boast to anyone that the Dark Lord had entrusted him with such an important task.

Of course, there was a risk to having Potter, someone who could speak Parseltongue, kept in the Chamber of Secrets, but Voldemort wasn't worried. The boy was not clever enough to figure out a way to escape on his own. No, Hermione was the brains of the group, and without her, Potter was utterly lost.

Voldemort opened the door to Potter's cell. The boy was sitting on the narrow bed, eating breakfast. Voldemort had decided that the boy might as well be well-fed while he was being kept around. Nagini appreciated a well-fed meal.

However, when Potter saw him, he pushed the tray away, as if he had lost his appetite.

"Good morning, Harry," Voldemort said softly.

"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Potter asked. It was usually the first thing the boy asked.

"I don't bother concerning myself with the whereabouts of blood traitors," Voldemort said dismissively. "However, my wife is alive and healthy."

As usual, he could see the stab of pain in Potter's eyes at the mention of his marriage to Hermione. It was amusing to torture the boy.

"In fact, she was the one who convinced me to visit you, and give you a gift," Voldemort continued, pulling out a book from the inside of his robe. "She does so hate the thought of you being here without anything to do, and thought you could use the company of a good book."

He threw the thick volume onto the bed. Of course, he hadn't seen Hermione for several months, but Potter didn't need to know that. It kept him under control, thinking that Hermione could be hurt if he did something stupid.

"Now, I hope you enjoy it. She worked very hard to convince me to give it to you," Voldemort said, smiling fondly, enjoying seeing Potter pale. "Until next time, Harry."

He left the cell, snickering to himself. There, that would keep Potter in check until he came back.

With some last orders to Snape, Voldemort was able to finally Apparate to the place he thought was suitable to get a loyal dragon.

Now, however, came the unpleasant part. The Chronicles had been clear that you summoned a dragon with your birth name, not your true name. It was something about how a name got power when it was given to you, not when you took it yourself. Voldemort seriously loathed his given name, but he comforted himself that no one but the dragon would hear it.

He had already picked out the perfect location and the type of dragon he wanted the most. A Swedish Short-Snout. They were known to be powerful, but easier to tame than other dragons. Although he was sure he would be able to tame any dragon, he didn't feel that he had the time. Thus, he Apparated to a location in the far north of Sweden, where the dragons dwelled in the mountains.

It was a cold, clear morning. Snow had already come this far north, and he had to melt the area where he would do the summoning so he could carve the runes into the ground around him.

He carved his childhood name into the first rune and continued with the other ones. Then he sat in the circle of runes and cast the summoning spell.

He could feel his magic fly out in every direction, resonating in the wind.

It didn't take long. His magic and will were strong, and of course he would attract any dragon. He could feel it drawing closer. Snow flew up around him, hitting his face as the creature landed in front of him.

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see two dragons sitting in front of him. They were both looking at him, their black eyes curious. They were remarkably alike, the same height and wingspan, and seemed to be of the same age. The only difference between them was that the one to the right had a darker blue hue than the other, and bronze markings going up its neck. The other one had bronze markings on its wings instead.

Voldemort was perplexed. When one dragon arrived, the summoning was supposed to have ended and no one else would come. They must have come at the exact same time, but what were the chances of that?

Looking at them closer, he realised something else: they were related to each other. Most people would probably not have been able to tell the difference between one dragon and the other, but Voldemort had a lot of practice telling reptiles apart, and these two were definitely related. Perhaps twins?

A smile spread across his face. Two dragons. That must be better than just being bound to one.

Pulling up a knife, he slit a shallow opening on first his right hand, then his left hand. He offered each dragon one hand.

"Accept my blood," he said.

Simultaneously, the two dragons bent down towards him and licked his hands. Magic crackled in the air between them and Voldemort sensed the bond taking place with all of them. Power filled him and both dragons purred.

This would be marvellous.

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Teaching the dragons to talk and strengthen their bond with him was slow and quite boring. Voldemort had to keep reminding himself of his long-term goals. He would be a stronger wizard because of this.

The two dragons were indeed twins. The one with a darker hue was a female named Elva, and the other one was a male named Tolv. However, by dragons' standards, they were quite young. So it wasn't just the bond they were curious about, but everything.

What are Tom-Human doing? Elva asked when he was cooking a bird over an open fire.

It had been impossible to get the dragons to understand the meaning of a true name and a given name, and thus, they didn't seem to be able to call him Voldemort. However, right now, he'd settle to just be called Tom.

"I'm making dinner, Elva," Voldemort replied, taking a deep breath to keep his temper in check. If it weren't for him feeling his power growing every day he was with them, he would have killed them off by now. "Like your brother is out capturing food for the two of you."

Elva sniffed the air over the bird. It needs more fire, she said wisely.

"Humans don't like things as hard grilled as dragons do," Voldemort explained.

Oh. So that's why Tom-Human aren't as fiery either? Elva asked.

Voldemort looked at her, frowning. With the help of Legilimency, he had managed to teach the dragons to talk properly quite fast, but there were still some concepts they couldn't quite describe to him.

"Show me what you mean," Voldemort told her, getting up to place a hand on her neck. Unlike when he used Legilimency on other humans, he noticed that it worked better with physical contacts with dragons.

Elva happily opened her mind to him and showed him what she was talking about. Dragons felt something in all living things they called an inner fire. It was the same thing that humans called a soul. And in her eyes, his inner fire was just a small, almost cold, light.

Voldemort hesitated for a second. Now when the dragons were bonded to him, they could never serve another human and thus, they would be able to keep his secrets, just like Nagini could. The Dragon Chronicles always advised to be completely open to your dragon, since it made the bond stronger and more successful.

Therefore, he decided to show Elva what he had done with his soul, and why.

Flamey, Elva said when he was done, a tone of amazement in her mental voice.

Voldemort was pleased with her reaction. It was clear that the dragon was starting to understand what a powerful wizard she was bound to.

Right then, Tolv returned, carrying a thoroughly burnt deer. He threw it to his sister who happily began eating as she told Tolv of what Voldemort had just shown her.

Voldemort leaned back and listened to the two siblings express their wonder over the Tom-human. It wouldn't be long until they were completely bonded, not only by blood, but magic as well. Then he would be able to return home, an even more fearsome wizard than before.

A few more days passed as Voldemort got to know the dragons better. It wasn't like it was hard to get to know them. They were open and honest, and their lack of experience made them easily impressionable. By the end of the week, Voldemort felt confident that he could safely go through with the magical bonding.

The blood bond had been easy by comparison. The dragons' magic was wild and unpredictable compared to what Voldemort was used to. They had to create a link between them, but it was hard when the dragon didn't know how to control their magic in a human way. They used their magic in the same way they used their fire – as a way to live. They weren't trained any more than humans were trained to walk, it came naturally with age.

Thus, it was hard for the dragons to do what Voldemort needed them to do. That was why their mental connection was so important – he had to show them exactly what they had to do at the same time as he did it. That was also what was hard. It demanded complete trust from both sides. Otherwise, the magic would start to run amok like their fire could, destroying them all.

Voldemort was not a trusting wizard. However, he had always felt that animals were more deserving of his trust than any human. And the allure of the power he would gain was enough for him to take the leap of faith.

"My power for your power, my protection for your protection," Voldemort chanted. His eyes were closed, but he could still see the two dragons with his mind. They were like two flames of multi-coloured light in a grey world.

With every word, the flames were coming closer to him, and he could feel his own essence moving closer to theirs. "My life for your life, my soul for your soul."

He could feel his skin growing hotter, and he wasn't sure if it was just the magic or if the room around him was actually growing hotter as well. Sweat was starting to run down his back, but he pushed that sensation to the back of his mind.

"My magic with your magic, from this day, to the end of days!"

After the last word, Voldemort had to take a sharp intake of breath. It felt like a thousand flaming needles had penetrated his skin, digging deep into his flesh and organs. It was burning him from the inside out, filling him with power, but at the same time, something else. He didn't know, and couldn't focus because the power was intoxicating and painful. He didn't know if this was what was supposed to happen. From what he had read, the experience of the final bond taking place was a bit of a haze, and hard to put into words afterwards.

However, for him, it was growing more and more painful. Maybe it was because he was bonding with two dragons, but it almost felt like his very skin was being ripped off his body at the same time as he was stuffed full of something else – something he had forgotten what it was like to have.

Was he screaming out loud or just in his head? He wasn't sure. He thought he was hearing voices, but they were too far away. Maybe it was just his own thoughts that he couldn't recognise anymore. Or maybe it was the dragons', coming closer to him.

He didn't know how long it took. Like with all intense magic, time lost its meaning. All he knew was that when he finally came back to his senses, he was crying.

That was what brought him back, feeling his own voice. Tears were streaming from his eyes, snot dripping from his nose. He was making the most pathetic, whining sounds that he had ever heard.

As soon as he became aware of it, he also felt the presence of two bodies next to him, keeping him warm. Two concerned minds, stroking his very soul with theirs.

His soul.

Voldemort opened his eyes. He could feel it throbbing inside him. He hadn't realised how much of it was missing, until now, when it was back. Whole.

How was that possible? It shouldn't be. The only way to get your soul back from a Horcrux was to feel remorse. He had known that would have killed him, and yet, here he was, painfully aware that his Horcruxes were gone, and his soul was fully inside his body again.

And that wasn't the only thing that was different.

All his magical shields and transformation seemed to have disappeared. He felt naked, despite still wearing robes.

His hands came up to his face. It wasn't his face. At least not the one he had worn the past thirty years. The snakelike features, which he had got from the transformation, that kept him from aging and falling sick with normal human diseases, were gone.

Tom-human? Tolv's voice was full of concern. You are all different.

Voldemort repressed a shudder. "It seems—" he stopped himself. His voice was different too. Darker, more human.

He cleared his voice and tried again. "It seems the bonding changed some things."

Are Tom-human okay? Elva asked. Does it hurt?

Voldemort slowly shook his head. "No, not anymore. Did it hurt for you?"

No, it felt nice, Tolv answered. Like flying and fire deep in your belly.

It must be him, then. All his transformations... no one like him had done this bonding before, and thus, there couldn't have been any recollections of what would happen to someone like him. Someone who had split his soul.

Would he be able to do it again?

Without his Horcruxes, he was mortal. Even though Potter was captured, he had a lot of other enemies. If one of them got a lucky shot...

He shuddered. He had to fix this somehow.

However, before he even had had time to come up with a plan, a silvery doe appeared in the opening of the cave. He recognised it as Snape's Patronus.

"My Lord," Snape's voice came, fast and urgent. "Granger is here. With a dragon."

Oh, fuck.
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