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Time Changes All Things: Now Complete	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 59680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The time has arrived for Hermione and Tom to meet again face to face. Sorry for making you wait, but I didn't want to rush writing this chapter. I wanted to get it right. I re-wrote it two times until I liked what was there. Thanks for your understanding. As always, let me know what you think when you're done reading.

Chapter 46: Reunited

Hermione gripped Lucius's arm, as it felt like a herd of Hippogriffs were dancing in her stomach. The mansion was dark, but tastefully decorated. Opening a large door at the end of an expansive hallway, they started to descend below. The only sounds that could be heard were Hermione's breathing and a small cough from Lucius.

"Breathe my dear. It wouldn't be fitting to arrive passed out in my arms." Lucius glanced over giving her one of his thin-lipped grins. "I can assure you that he will be ecstatic at your visit."

Hermione wasn't sure that ecstatic was quite the word she would use at Tom's reaction. She knew what she had felt the other day, and that feeling was anger. She hoped that Tom would be swept away with her costume, in addition to her bravery of seeking him out.

"I thought I should let you know, we all are gathering for a meeting this morning." The classic sneer was displayed on his face as he delivered the news to Hermione.

"Who are we Lucius?" Hermione asked coyly.

"Come, come, my dear. You know the "we" I am referring to. You are one of us…his Death Eaters; but only his inner circle." His straight face showed no emotion, as he let her know that he knew about her past. Hermione wondered how much the current Death Eaters truly knew about her. At least she felt on even footing, as she knew about all of them. The only thing in question was Tom. How did he look now? What would his reaction be at seeing her? Would he punish her?

"You are tensing up again. " Lucius stopped walking and dropped Hermione's arm. "You do realize that the entire army has been looking for you the past two months, right? He realized you were still alive the night his son was born."

This news not only horrified, but also excited her. It confirmed that their connection was still very much alive. No wonder he had been so angry with her if he had been looking for her this whole time.

Lucius reached out twisting one of her curls around his fingers. "Only the inner circle knows of your past with The Dark Lord," he said. Hermione searched his eyes for any hidden meaning behind his words. Seeing none there, she batted away his hand. He gave a chortle and continued walking down the dim hallway. She followed him trying to remember not to hyperventilate.

"Sirius, I don't think that she wanted us to look at her memories." Remus said.

"But what if they give us some clues on where she has gone?" Sirius was having a hard time controlling his emotions. "I just want to at least try. You don't have to see them. Then at least if she is angry about it, she will only be irritated at me."

Remus gave a huge sigh. Sirius had been hard to handle ever since they realized that Hermione had gone missing. He had been like a caged animal, pacing back and forth, in the Potter's house. They had done almost everything, except actually binding him to a chair, to keep him inside the house.

Remus finally gave up. "You do what you want then, but you have to be the one to deal with Hermione when she finds out what you did." He threw his hands up in the air in defeat and plopped down on the sofa.

Sirius stood there, slightly surprised, that he finally would be able to do what he wanted to. "Fine then, I will be back shortly." He then went to the pensieve and plunged his head in feeling himself fall.

Sirius looked around and the images were blurred and then he, James and Remus came into focus. It was the night that they had found Hermione outside in labor. Then he watched as Thomas was born. Ouch! Who would have known how painful it was to give birth. Glad that he would never have to find out personally. Even in labor Hermione had looked beautiful to him. Scene after scene were the times she had spent with all of them, including her personal times with him. As he watched their last night together, he was glad that Remus hadn't followed him into the pensieve. Though he had enjoyed watching their lovemaking again, he didn't want to share that with the rest of the Marauders. Coming out of the pensieve he was very frustrated. Hermione had left no memories at all that showed what had happened in her past. She had wanted to keep this part of her life secret from whomever she went to find. He must be a Legilimens or she wouldn't have worried about her memories being searched.

"So mate, did you find any clues?" Remus asked coming into the room. Sirius looked at him shaking his head.

"The only memories she left were of all of us; from the time we found her until last night when we…uh…" Remus tried to hold back a grin as he noticed the flush on Sirius's face. "No, there was nothing." The look of defeat on his face was evident. "I'm going out back for awhile." Sirius left without looking at Remus. He was in no mood to talk anymore about Hermione.

The giant doors loomed in front of them. "I shall go in first," Lucius opened the doors walking into the room. The Dark Lord stopped talking as Lucius walked to him and dropped on his knees. "My Lord, I found someone who wishes to meet with you." The Dark Lord looked towards the open doors with irritation. He hated nothing more, than being interrupted, when he was scolding his minions.

"Who is it?" the words were spoken sharply. Before Lucius had a chance to say a word, Hermione stepped into the room.

"Tom…" as soon as the words left her mouth a gasp escaped the Dark Lord. He staggered backwards a bit, but regained his control quickly.

The whisperings of the Death Eaters could be heard, but all Tom could sense was Hermione, his Hermione, standing in front of him. It wasn't the Hermione that had been taken away from him all of those years ago, but a stronger and bolder woman. Her outfit, tight fitting, and clinging to every curve, made his mouth water. It was hard not to keep staring at her large breasts, shoved into her little, black leather vest.

"Out! Out all of you…now!" Most of the Death Eaters left in a hurry, except for Bellatrix who lingered long enough to sneer at Hermione as she passed by. Hermione in turn glared right back, not backing down an inch.

The huge doors closed with a bang. Hermione stood still, waiting for Tom to come to her. Neither one looked away, only keeping their eyes on each other. Though he looked older, he was still very handsome, and now a man. The boy was gone, and gray hair was scattered throughout his thick head of hair. His chest was broader, and he was slightly taller than she remembered.

He walked up and stood close to Hermione. Reaching out, he lifted up a handful of curls and brushed them against his face. "I have missed falling asleep with your curls in my face." She smiled at him thinking about their past nights together. His hand grabbed the back of her hair, and roughly pulled her against his chest. Tilting her head up, his lips came crashing down onto hers. Hermione felt like she was falling onto a soft, comfortable mattress. This felt good. This felt right. She linked her hands behind Tom's neck. Their kiss deepened, neither one wanting to come up for air.

"You still look the same." Tom said breaking their kiss. "You are more beautiful than I remember."

Hermione felt herself blush as he continued to peruse her figure up and down. Her emotions were running wild. How could she be feeling so strongly for this man? She knew the answer before she had even finished her thought. So many questions had been answered in a few minutes time. Yes, he still was handsome. Yes, she still was very attracted to him. There was no question that Tom was very attracted to her. It also appeared that his anger towards her had dissipated. The bigger questions were still floating around in her mind. Could she trust him enough to bring her son here? Was it safe to have him around the current crop of Death Eaters? Would she be able to shift his focus away from the Potters? How much influence did she truly still have with this man? She avoided looking at him as she debated about what to say next to him. It didn't matter, because the next question knocked her back into reality.

"Where is my son Hermione? I want to see him. I want to hold him." He lifted her chin up to look into her eyes. She stared blankly back at him.

"I don't know Tom. I do know that he's safe."

"What do you mean you don't know where he is?" Now the anger she was so used to rose to the surface. Grabbing her face he looked deeply into her eyes, while she felt him invading her mind. He wasn't being gentle as he searched furiously for any clue to the whereabouts of his son.

"Did they Obliviate you?" he asked as he pulled from her mind.

"I don't know Tom." Her body trembled, as her mind pounded with the aftereffects of his desperate search. She truly didn't remember where she had left her son. "I don't remember where I had him or anything after that." She did remember how he looked. She felt in her pants pocket and pulled something out. In her hand she held a picture of baby Thomas. She held the picture up to Tom. He snatched the moving picture out of her hand. The baby in the picture squirmed around as he tried to eat his own fist. His shock of dark hair stood straight up in the air. The baby in the picture turned towards the picture taker, then he stared with wide-eyes and grinned. Tom was fascinated, and didn't say a word. He kept watching the baby as he squirmed in the picture, eating his fist and then grinning at the camera. He glanced over at Hermione. It looked like he had somewhat of a smile on his face.

"He looks like me." Tom said as he continued looking at the picture of his son. "What did you name him?" He studied Hermione's face hoping for an answer.

"That I do remember. I named his Thomas." She couldn't help but smile at Tom and the look of surprise that was on his face.

"You named him after me?"

"Of course I did. He is your son of course. " Hermione put her arms around Tom's waist. "I had always planned on doing that."

"I'm not sure I approve of you naming him that. It was my Muggle father's name." His face instantly changed as he if he remembered suddenly who he was now. The frown and look of displeasure irritated Hermione.

"Well I really couldn't name him Voldemort Jr. or The Mini-Dark Lord, now could I?" Tom clenched his teeth and Hermione stepped back, fearing he was going to strike her because of her insolence.

Backing down, he conceded, "No, neither name would be appropriate…for now." He said in a serious tone. "You must bring him to me."

"No!" this one strong word hitting Tom, as if she were striking him on the face.

"What do you mean No? He is my son and I have every right to see him." Tom's face was now turning more red and fierce.

"I will not bring him here, to a Death Eaters lair. We can meet somewhere else, once I remember where he is." It felt strange not to have a clue where she had left her son. It was right there on the surface, but she couldn't quite reach it.

"We will arrange someplace away from here. I promise Hermione he will not be hurt." Tom was almost pleading, which he never did. "I want us to be together again, you, me and…T-Thomas." The baby's name slowly trickled off his lips, as if it really didn't want to come out.

Hermione looked at Tom searching to see if he was sincere. This

is what she had always hoped for. But what if it was all a trick just to get a hold of the baby?

"I will let you know when we can meet. This is all very confusing to me." She flung herself at him one more time, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her lips kissed his, as if wanting to make up for lost time. She heard Tom groan, as she pressed herself against him feeling what she was doing to him. This was the power she loved to hold over him. She knew he wanted her, and she wanted him in return. Tom walked backwards towards a large chair, still holding and kissing Hermione. In a blur of a few seconds, Hermione disappeared from his arms, where he now was only holding thin air.

"NO!" he roared, "Not again!" Tom shook his fists up above his head. He dropped into the chair massaging his aching head. He would find her, and bring her and Thomas back, and never let them go again.

The portkey dumped Hermione into the middle of the Potter's living room. She looked around, feeling dizzy like she always did after traveling by portkey. A shocked Remus, Sirius, Lily, and James, stared at Hermione who had landed unceremoniously on her bottom.

"What just happened?" Hermione asked bewildered looking around. She knew that once again, Tom would be furious at her disappearance.

Sirius stood, reaching his hand out to help her up. "Come to the pensieve and you'll find all of your answers."

There will be more to come. It will not be tomorrow, but within the next few weeks. Now please review and tell me what you thought of their reunion. You didn't think I was going to end the story with this chapter, did you? I hate fanfics that resolve too fast. There is so much more to come!
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