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Atlantis - An Adventure	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 20208 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5

Perhaps he overdid it? The thought flew through Lord Voldemort's head as he watched the sleeping girl from the armchair he had transfigured inside her small room. She was pale and sweaty, having got a fever after the werewolf's bite. He hadn't meant for her to get sick. He still needed her to research. Now they were forced to go through everything about America and it would take even longer because the sources were so infrequent. Mostly he didn't mind when Muggles killed each other off, but why did they have to destroy ancient knowledge as well? Fanatic Muggles. Destroying advanced civilisations because they thought they were better. That just proved that wizards were better than Muggles.

The girl moved in her sleep, letting out a groan and making Voldemort focus on her again. Her blanket fell down around her waist. He followed her curves with his eyes. She was really too pretty to be a virgin. He wondered why she never had sex before. Although, on one level he was glad she hadn't. She was too clever to let her hormones get to her. He needed her cleverness.

When he became corporeal again, he thought everything was fine. His soul fragments were hidden in case of an emergency and he could continue his search for power. After a while, he found that his first horcrux had been destroyed. It hadn't worried him so much. After all, he knew he had five left. But then, a year and a half ago, Dumbledore found his second horcrux. That made him worried. He wouldn't underestimate Dumbledore's ability again, as he had done so many times before. When you were a leader, especially as feared as he was, you always had to watch your back.

It was then he started to look for another way to achieve immortality. He had gone through fairytale and legends. It was strange, but he had always believed in fairytales. Perhaps it was because when he was little and heard Muggle fairytales about magic, the adults always told him that it wasn't real, that magic didn't existed. They had been wrong. You could turn princes to frogs. Talking mirrors were real. Flying a broomstick was no big deal. So why couldn't the wizards fairytales be true too? Not all the facts maybe, but the ideas.

He actually had the book from Atlantis for decades. However, when he acquired it, he had had more pressing matters to deal with. The translation had been too slow and he had just put the book on a shelf and temporarily forgot it. Then, just four months ago, he had spotted it again and wondered if there may be a connection to the Atlantis-legend he had read just days before. Thanks to Severus' newly invented method to tell the age of a spell, he became quite certain that the book was from a great ancient civilisation. The journey to Atlantis had begun. However, by that time, he got the information that Dumbledore had found another horcrux. He realised he would need help if he were to find Atlantis in time. Even if he actually found the place, there was no telling how long it would take to find the cure for death.

Remus Lupin had been his first choice. Severus was the one who told him that Lupin had been working as an archaeologist and Voldemort had the feeling he would need one. After all, it was a long time since Atlantis was around. You couldn't read your way to it. At first, he thought kidnapping Lupin would be enough. Voldemort figured that his Death Eaters could research with him.

That had been very foolish of him.

Severus was of course an excellent researcher, but he was already working night and day trying to come up with spells and potion that would help them find the place. Lucius Malfoy was clever with economy and business, but not so much with history and languages. A couple of Death Eaters did know ancient languages, but they were all mediocre when it came to actually figure things out. He needed new blood.

Not even a day later, he received a worrisome letter from one of his spies at Hogwarts. Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's best friend, was back at Hogwarts, obviously searching for something. It didn't take a genius to realise what she was looking for if she was helping Potter. He realised he could kill two birds with one stone. If he abducted Granger, she could help him instead of Potter. He asked Severus about how she was as a student and he had honestly, but reluctantly, told him that she was one of the best students he had ever had, probably even the best.

Voldemort sighed. Now he only hoped he hadn't scared her too much.

She was tossing and turning again and with a cry she woke up. Voldemort froze. It was still early in the morning; he hadn't meant to be caught in her room. Granger however, was lying with her face against the wall. He could see how she hugged the pillow and started to sob into it. He tilted his head. Why was she so sad? She couldn't have nightmares; Severus had given her a potion against that.

She started to cry harder, rocking back and forth in agony. It was rather fascinating to watch her display of emotion. Voldemort sat quietly and wondered what made her cry so hard. After a while, she fell asleep again. He rose, and an impulse made him go over to her bed and look down at her wet face. He stroked the tears away and pulled her blanket up again. She let out a sigh and turned to her back. He would have to show her that he wouldn't harm her in any way if she just behaved.

Giving her warm cheek a last stroke, he turned around and left the room. He didn't see how she opened her eyes with a look of wonder.

xxx

Hermione was very depressed as she sat with her legs tucked under her body at the kitchen table, staring into her cup of coffee. Everything was so wrong. Remus would hate himself when full moon was over. He would hate himself and stay away from her out of guilt, which meant she would be alone. Well, except from Snape who was once again acted very gentlemanly. Voldemort would probably not leave her alone either, but she was not sure she wanted his attention. She just couldn't work out if he was attracted to her or playing with her or just… no, she didn't know and it was bothering her! This night, she had thought she had seen him in her room, tucking her in and stroking her cheek, but that had to have been a dream, right? Why would Voldemort do something so… caring?

"Good morning." Snape came down from the stairs. "How are you today?"

Hermione let out an empty laugh that almost made her cry.

"That bad?" Snape mumbled as he poured up some coffee.

She just nodded. Snape came to sit at the opposite side of her. "You have to eat something besides coffee."

She shook her head. Snape rose again and when he came back he had made her two sandwiches, one with cheese and tomatoes and the other with ham and some goo. "Eat. You need it."

Hermione glared at him, she didn't have an appetite. However, her rational side knew how important breakfast was and she forced herself to eat. A moment after she was done, Voldemort came out from the library.

"Ah, Miss Granger, I was just going to see if you were awake," Voldemort said like nothing had ever happened.

Hermione huffed and turned to look out through the window.

Snape cleared his throat. "She doesn't speak."

"I can hear that," Voldemort said dryly. "Why?"

"Probably because of the events last night," Snape answered.

"Very well, I don't need her talking, I only need her reading and writing, come along Miss Granger," Voldemort said and turned around.

Hermione pressed her lips together and looked at Snape.

"He is being nice, Miss Granger," Snape answered her look. "And I suggest you do as he says before he stops being nice."

She knew he was right, but she didn't want to be alone with Voldemort. She didn't want to think about what had happened last night. How he had touched her and licked her and then quite literary thrown her to the wolf. Shaking it off for now, she rose and followed Voldemort to the library. He had a new pile of books on the table, but fewer books than before.

"America," Voldemort said. "Do as you did with the books about Egypt. Start with that pile."

Hermione didn't mind throwing herself into work. That had always worked well when she wanted to forget her problems at Hogwarts. However, this time it didn't seem to work so well. Every word in the book seemed to remind her of what had happened. Every time she had to look in a lexicon, she couldn't help but to glance at Voldemort and once again be reminded. An hour had dragged by when he suddenly met her eyes and sighed.

"Apparently something is bothering you, Miss Granger," he noticed. "Spill it out so we can continue."

She just couldn't keep it in anymore. "Why?"

"Why what?" he asked.

"Why did you do that? Did you want him to rape me?" She mentally cursed how pathetic she sounded.

Voldemort sighed again and put the book on the table. "As I believe I told you last night, I wanted you to understand that what you did was wrong."

She forced back a scream of frustration. "And you don't think I realise that anyway? As you so cleverly guessed, yes I am a virgin. I wouldn't have wanted to go through with it and I know Remus wouldn't have let me leave when he was in that state. It was probably good that you came when you did, but I do think Snape would have heard us, especially if I started to fight back. But none of that would have happened at all if you hadn't…" She pressed her lips together and blushed. She didn't want to tell him what his hands had done to her.

"If I hadn't… what, Miss Granger?" Voldemort asked, looking very intrigued.

She blushed more furiously. "You know I became… curious after what happened in the bath. That's why I feel that it's completely unfair of you to punish Remus for something you started."

Voldemort stroked his chin. "Do you mean you are angry because I didn't advance my actions?"

"No! Merlin, no," Hermione shock her head fervently. "I just… I was dazzled. And then when Remus held me… well, the dazzle increased. And for a while it felt so nice to just… forget everything, but then, w-when it e-ended t-that way I…" She couldn't continue to talk because the tears had started to leak from her eyes again.

Voldemort was silent for a moment before he answered. "I do understand, Miss Granger. But what did you expect me to do? I am no Hogwarts teacher who will make you write I will not have sex on the kitchen table a hundred times. When my Death Eaters make a mistake, I make sure they'll never do it again."

"But I'm not a Death Eater!" she objected and looked up at him again.

Right then her mark began to itch and he gave her a cold smile.

"But I didn't choose this!" she wailed.

"You don't choose to become a Death Eater, you are chosen," Voldemort replied solemnly. "And the sooner you accept that, the better for you."

Hermione looked down at her hands. "So I'm right to assume that you will never let me go?"

He sighed for a third time. "As you may have noticed, I don't usually live with my Death Eaters. I don't use them all the time. When this project is completed, I have nothing against letting you live your own life. I may call for your service now and again, but other than that, you will be as free as any other person."

Hermione snorted, not really believing it would be that simple. Although it was the best hope she had.

"And, Miss Granger." She looked up and saw him wearing a small smile on his lips. "I promise not to… dazzle you again before you ask me too."

She blushed again, but it was a relief to hear him say that. Not that she knew why he thought she would ask him to dazzle her. Oh, well, he was, after all, mad. She opened the book again, her mind somewhat at ease. There was still Remus to worry about, but she wouldn't do that until she saw him again. Until then it was best to get as much work done as possible.

When the day was over, she could tell that Voldemort was very frustrated by their lack of progress. So much of the ancient American languages hadn't been translated and the Europeans had done their best to destroy all knowledge of the "new world" as well as the people there. When Snape came to get her for dinner it was already dark outside. When she saw the full moon, she remembered Remus.

"Is he okay?" she asked her former professor quietly as they sat down to eat.

"He has drunk his potion and is locked inside the basement," Snape replied calmly.

She frowned. "There is a basement?"

"Not under the house, it's out in the garden. It's an old bunker, I think," Snape explained. "I'll get him out from there at dawn."

Hermione nibbled her lower lip and looked out through the big windows, wondering what would happen once the full moon was gone for the month.

xxx

During the next two days, Hermione noticed small changes in herself. Every time someone cooked something, she could smell it, no matter where in the house she was. At night, she was restless and wanted to go outside, even if her logical side told her that she shouldn't. Her body temperature had risen and she no longer had to put on an extra sweatshirt at night. Her hearing was better as well. She could clearly hear what people were saying if they were in the next room, and she had no problem picking up whispers that weren't meant for her. This, of course, gave her a lot of knowledge about what was going on in the house that she wasn't supposed to know.

Apparently, Malfoy was still eager to fuck her and he tried to convince Voldemort about how it would make her more obeying. Voldemort didn't even consider it, which Hermione was very thankful for. Snape on the other hand was very worried about something and was fussing over Voldemort. That had made Hermione remember the conversation she had heard when she thought she was dreaming and wondered what was really wrong with Voldemort and how come he didn't punish Snape for fussing.

The morning after the last night of the full moon, Hermione felt very anxious as she walked down to the kitchen. She could smell something unfamiliar and she knew it was Remus. However, she wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing and with her head held high she walked down the stairs. As she had expected, Remus was sitting there, staring unseeing into a cup of some steaming potion. When she came closer, he looked up with a pained expression on his face.

"Hermione… I… Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, looking so small and sad.

"I know, Remus," she answered, feeling very uncomfortable. "But it's not only your fault. I should have pushed you away immediately. And the rest is Malfoy's and Voldemort's fault."

"But I bit you." He seemed to be near tears. "And I almost…"

"Almost, being the operate word," Hermione said kindly, even if she still wanted to run from the room. It wasn't that he seemed scary now, but she felt quite sick from the memories he brought back.

"You can't lie to me, Hermione," Remus said and looked down at his cup. "I know how you feel. And you should. What I did… it is sickening."

Hermione looked down at her feet. "Yes… but just so you know, I don't hate you."

"Granger!" Voldemort came out from the library. "You'll eat your breakfast in the library today; I want to show you something now!"

Hermione wondered if Voldemort ordered her to do this because he wanted to be nice and save her from the uncomfortable conversation, or if he was just ordering her around because he could. Either way, she was thankful to get away from the kitchen. A plate with sandwiches was waiting on her inside the library.

"Pyramids," Voldemort said as she began to eat. "Why are there pyramids all over the world?"

"Uhm." Hermione swallowed. "Aren't pyramids only about five thousand years old?"

"There are theories suggest they are older, but most believe they are younger. But that doesn't explain why so many different cultures have pyramids," Voldemort explained as he walked back and forth at the table.

"So what have you come up with?" she asked, grateful to have something else to focus on instead of Remus.

"That I have no idea." He sounded why to chipper. "That's why you and I will go to Mexico and find out!"

Hermione frowned. "You and I? Just you and I?"

"Yes! It's clear that you and Lupin will get no work done together and I need Severus on other projects here and Lucius will be of no use at all," Voldemort explained.

Hermione took another bite of the sandwich as she thought about it. Perhaps it would be good to get away from Remus for a while. In a couple of days, Remus would have recovered from this month's lycanthropy and maybe he would be able to see more clearly at the situation. In the meantime, she would be able to recover as well and hopefully suppress the memories of her friend forcing himself on her. She shuddered.

"Like I said," Voldemort mumbled, clearly detecting her shudder. "A little time away may do you good."

Hermione nibbled her lower lip. "But what if we are seen? It will be harder to protect ourselves if we are alone, and I don't have a wand."

"Then we'll just have to be more careful," he said in a final tone. "Go and pack what you need. Since we will be flying, I suggest you ask Severus for a calming potion again."

Hermione nodded, took the last sandwich from the plate and ate it as she left the library. Remus wasn't in the kitchen anymore and Hermione felt guilty over how relieved she was. Up in her room, she wasn't surprised to see that someone had put a bag on her bed. Trying not to worry over the flying, she packed down clothes and hygiene articles. It was slightly depressing that she didn't have any of her own things here.

That made her think about her parents and a wave of homesickness was upon her. This whole thing had felt very surrealistic up until now and since she only met her parents a couple of months every year, it wasn't so strange that she hadn't considered them before. Nevertheless, they were her parents and they would be very worried if they found out she had been kidnapped. She had been gone for two weeks now. Perhaps Voldemort would let her write them a letter? She could tell them she had been chosen to join a special project and that she would be hard to reach.

However, that didn't stop her from feeling homesick.

On her way back down, she stopped at Snape's door and knocked. A moment later, the Potions Master opened. He was uncharacteristically dressed in just black trousers and a black t-shirt. But then she noted how incredible hot it was inside the room.

"What?" he asked, scowling at her for interrupting.

"The Dark Lord and I are apparently going on a flying trip and I just wondered if you have any calming potion?" she asked quickly.

"Where are you going?" Snape asked.

"Mexico."

He frowned at that. "Wait here." He closed the door, but a minute later he opened it again, holding out a small bag filled with bottles. "I've labelled all of them. Don't be alarmed by how many there are, I just want you to be prepared for every eventuality. I expect to get back at least half of them. Take this one now." He held out a bottle which looked exactly like the one he had given her before they went to Egypt.

"Thank you," she said after she swallowed the content.

"Do try to stay out of trouble, Miss Granger," he said before he closed the door again.

Hermione smiled a little as she walked down the stairs. Snape must be the most peculiar man she had ever met. Or, maybe not, Voldemort was quite peculiar as well. Sighing, she walked outside to see Voldemort sitting on the carpet, waiting for her.

"Take a seat, Granger," he told her as he pulled his hood over his head.

The potion was already calming her down, so she felt quite good when she sat down. Although, when they had taken off, Hermione tried hard not to look down.

"Could I write my parents a letter?" she asked Voldemort after a while. "Just so they don't worry?"

He looked at her from under the hood. "I'll read the letter before you send it."

Hermione relaxed. "That's okay. I didn't plan to say that I was kept against my will."

Voldemort chuckled. "Oh, but you did have a choice, so you aren't exactly here against your will."

Hermione snorted, but felt like it was best not to answer that when they were up in the air. Instead, she asked what he expected to find in Mexico.

"I suppose you read about the city Teotihuacán?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Well, even if the Aztecs used the city, it's a well known fact that they weren't the one to build it. Although, it is a bit of a long shot because most people believe the city isn't even two thousand years old. What is interesting is that the city is a perfect map of the night sky and that the first inhabitants abandoned the city hundreds of years before the Aztecs came there. I hope to find more about these unknown inhabitants," Voldemort explained.

Hermione frowned. "You think there may be people from Atlantis who have wandered around in America?"

"I have no theories yet," Voldemort answered. "That is what we are here to find out."

"We don't have anything new on the body we found in Egypt?" she asked.

Voldemort sighed. "No. I start to believe that someone killed the girl by mistake and just buried her there to cover the crime. We do have a magical sample, but not the right method to test it. Severus is working on it."

"Can't you see if it's the same as the book yet?"

"No," Voldemort muttered.

Hermione, sensing his bad mood, decided to change the subject. "Will we be living in a tent again?"

"No, Lucius has an apartment here and he was willing to lend it to me," Voldemort answered. "It's just outside Mexico City."

"Why does Malfoy have an apartment in Mexico?" Hermione wondered.

"He has a lot of business in Mexico, but since it is a bit… questionable, he has decided to buy an apartment in a Muggle neighbourhood. Few know about it and that is just what I need," he said smugly.

Hermione made a grimace at the thought of what type of business Malfoy was doing in Mexico. She was however thankful that they wouldn't have to spend a night in a tent again. Suddenly, she yawned. The calming potion was making her sleepy. She lay down on the carpet and took a nap.

Voldemort must have done something with the carpet, because it only took two hours to fly over the Atlantic Ocean. Not that she objected, but she was very curious on how he had managed to get the carpet to move so fast without them noticing it. They landed disillusioned on the roof of a very high building. Voldemort shrank the carpet and put it in his bag, and then he led her to a door which took them down, into the house.

Hermione wasn't sure what she had expected, but this wasn't it. The house was clearly in one of the poorer neighbourhoods. There were low-class graffiti on the walls and dirt in every corner. They even went past a man who smelled like he was dead, but his snoring indicated otherwise. How could a Malfoy stand to live like this?

They stopped at a door two floors down. Voldemort removed a key from inside his cloak and stepped aside for her to walk in. Hermione hesitated at the doorway. Behind the door was what seemed to be a single bedroom with a very dirty toilet next to the bed.

"Things aren't always what they appear to be," Voldemort chuckled into her ear and pushed her through the door.

Hermione gasped. The first impression had only been an illusion. When Voldemort closed the door behind them, Hermione found herself standing in a small hallway. Big mirrors were on her left and Voldemort pushed one of them aside to reveal a closet where he hung his cloak. The room behind the hallway was big, white and clean. She was almost blinded by all the white. The walls were milk white, the floor made of marble and the bedclothes of some white silk. It was spectacular, extravagant and so very Malfoy. She felt a bit sick.

"The bathroom is through there," Voldemort said, looking very amused by her expression, pointing at a door to her right.

"I'm fine," she said, still very taken aback. "Does Malfoy always go for the most… spectacular?"

"I believe so," Voldemort said and placed his bag on top of a desk which was standing next to the bed. There was also a small kitchenette at the other side of the room. Hermione went over there and opened the Muggle fridge. It was empty of everything but a bottle of water.

"Is it okay to drink this?" she asked Voldemort.

"Yes," he answered. "Lucius sent a House-Elf over to clean up and I imagine he would have placed some water here as well."

Hermione poured some water in a glass. It had been really hot outside. How come they only travelled to hot places?

"Will we be going to the city immediately?" she asked.

Voldemort shook his head. "I have some things to do alone first. In the mean time, I have a different project for you." He opened his bag and pulled out a book. "Do you know what the best way to conquer your fear is, Miss Granger?"

Hermione frowned. "Read about it?"

He smirked. "Get to know it. After the events of the last two weeks as well as your inexperience, I'm a bit concerned that you will develop a fear for both men and sex. You are already afraid of getting to close to Lupin and Lucius, if I'm not mistaken?"

"But they both tried to rape me!" she objected.

"True, but you know that they won't. If Lucius touched you, he will be punished in the most extraordinary way. And it's only during full moon Lupin is dangerous. Yet, you fear them both all the time," he replied calmly.

Hermione didn't like what Voldemort was saying, although, it sounded awfully correct. "But after a little time… and it doesn't mean I fear all men! And if you should help me with any fear, shouldn't it be my fear of flying?"

He smiled. "It's easier to prevent than to cure. Although, I do think you will be able to overcome your fear of flying in due time."

"But why do you care if I'm afraid of men or not?" she asked, a bit annoyed.

"Because, if you haven't noticed, you are working with only men," he replied, rolling his eyes. "And in the future I may need you to deal with other men and it won't do if you'll run away by the sight of them."

Hermione had the feeling he was hiding something, and this being Voldemort, him hiding something was probably not good for her. Although a part of her desperately wanted to know how men worked. She had always been shy when it came to boys she wanted to be more than friends with. Aside from Viktor Krum, she never had a date, even less a boyfriend. She read love-advices in those Muggle magazines that were always lying in her parent's waiting room, but they felt shallow. Something told her Voldemort's book may give her a little more knowledge and as he said, knowledge was a way to conquer fear. Not that she was really afraid of men. Not yet.

Voldemort seemed to sense that she was giving in, because he handed her the book. "Read carefully. I will test you on its content."

Hermione looked down at the book. The title read The psychological signs of human behaviour – Wizard and Muggle. When she opened the book, she discovered that the first chapter was named "Anatomy". It seemed quite interesting. She took the book to the bed, lay down on her stomach, and began to read.
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