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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
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- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
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- 34-Ch 34
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- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
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- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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�Wake up!� a voice said
uncertainly. �It�s time for breakfast. You need to get up now.��

The voice was unfamiliar and she
poked her head above the blankets to see a fizzy blonde head at eye level.�

Speaking of eyes, the ones that looked at her nervously were stunning.� The girl in question was a little overweight,
her face too rounded, but her pale pale green eyes
were dazzling.� Her hair though was more
unmanageable than Hermione�s own had ever been.�
It was a bit like a dandelion clock, cut short around her head and
radiating out around her face like a nimbus.�

The tiny frizzy corkscrews were delicate and trembled when she moved.

�I�m..
I�m Marta, remember?� Hi.� The others are all already dressed, you need
to hurry or you�ll miss breakfast.�

Sorry.. I should have woken you.�

They put up a silencing spell around you saying you needed your rest so you�d
be in a better mood today.��

Hermione blinked.� Gods.. it had been so long since she�d had to get up at any
particular time.�

�A house elf left you a uniform� Marta
supplied helpfully.� �I�ll show you where
the bathroom is if you like.� I�m sorry
about last night.� It�s..
it�s easier not to try and stand up to them.�

At least for me.�

My family..um.. isn�t so well
situated as the Parkinsons, vanes and Redes.� I�m lucky
they allow me to associate with them.�

Your name was..Schiller. right?��

Hermione slowly sat up,
yawning.� The blond was crouched on her
haunches by the bed.�

�Yes..
�� she said
uneasily.� Marta looked uncomfortable.

�That�s.. um.. that�s a muggle name isn�t
it?�� she asked,
whispering the word muggle as if she were swearing and didn�t want anyone to
hear.�

Hermione stiffened.� �I�m a half blood.� My father was muggle� she said dully.�

The blonde girls
eyes widened. �Oh!!� OH!� Sorry.�
I didn�t mean to... I mean..��

Hermione cut her off. �It�s fine.� I
don�t remember him.� My mother took me
away.� I don�t know the details. She didn�t
like to talk about it.��

The girl looked suddenly sympathetic
and knowing.� �The war..
A lot of things like that happened.� There�s quite a few half bloods in our year.��

Hermione considered correcting her.. she hadn�t considered making
herself out to be a child of rape..but she decided it
was probably fine.� She nodded. �Don�t
tell anyone.. ok?� I.. would rather it
wasn�t common knowledge.��

The blonde looked shifty suddenly.
�No.. I won�t.�
If.. if you�ll
introduce me to Tom..��

Hermione very nearly gaped.� This kind of blackmailing behaviour was just
not the norm in Gryffindor.�

God Slytherins sucked.�

She smiled in a friendly manner and nodded. �Sure..but..
you already know him, don�t you?�

The girl bit her cheek.

�Well.. sort of.� He�s... around.� And sometimes I�m in a room with him.. or at the next table from him.. but he�s never actually spoken
to me.. and you � he actually took you on an actual tour of the school on your first
night.�

That�s unheard of!� If you spend time with me then he�ll notice
me.� Tom�s... Tom�s the greatest!� she
gushed softly.�

Hermione warred internally between
jealousy and sympathy.� She didn�t really
care one way or the other whether her blood status came out.� It was sure to anyway, no matter what poor
frizzy Marta Whitewood did.�

Sympathy won out.

�Ok.. sit with me at breakfast then��

The girls face lit up. �Really?!� Thanks Maia!! Come on � I�ll show you the
bathroom, we�ve got to hurry!!�

They were ready in a truly
indecent time, Marta standing berating Hermione impatiently by the door,
shifting nervously from foot to foot.�

She hardly bothered with her hair, binding it into a braid and heading out the
door.�

When they entered the great hall she
saw that Tom, Septimus, Abraxus,
Amalthea and Sorenson were sitting together at the
end of the table.� Amalthea
looked as beautiful as ever, Hermione noted disappointedly.�

Roan and Palmer were further down with Benji, Antonia
and Cygnus.�

Tom gave her a nod as she walked
in and she smiled back.�

Marta looked down the table and
Hermione followed her eye to where Carmen sat with three other girls and a boy
at the third section of the long Slytherin
table.�

Obviously Carmen wasn�t ranked among the Slytherin
elite like Amalthea and Antonia.�

Marta almost hummed in pride as
Hermione led her to the very head of the table.�
Tom raised a curious eyebrow and Hermione smirked back.�

As she drew close Septimus turned to Amalthea and muttered something.� Obviously telling her to
move down to judge by the appalled look on her pretty face. She moved
down.�

Septimus allowed a space between himself and Tom and
looked up at Hermione approaching with a small wolfish smile.�

He�d only left enough space for one person and when Hermione gestured for Marta
to take the spot, his face flared in horrified anger.�

She smirked and had Sorry budge up so that she could
sit between him and Abraxas.�

This arrangement seemed to please the Malfoy no end.� Tom frowned at her but said nothing.

��Morning.� She
mumbled softly and got herself some warm buttered toast and a peach.� �This is Marta.� She�s a roommate � I hope it�s ok that I
invited her to sit with me..��

Tom turned politely to Marta and smiled dazzlingly.

�Pleased to meet you.�
I apologise for waking you last night��

Marta looked like she was about to have a heart attack.� She blushed bright
pink.� It clashed with her hair
slightly.�

When he, smiling angelically, brushed his fingertips over her hand on the table
she made a faint squeak and seemed near fainting.�

Hermione thought he was laying it on a bit thick and tuned the glowing girl
out, attending to her breakfast.�

She took a sip of milk that Sorry poured for her. �Thanks!� she said automatically.�

She almost wore it when Dumbledore�s voice said directly behind her. �Ah Miss Schiller. So nice to see you�ve made friends
already.�

She put down her milk quickly before she could drop it.�

Dumbledore didn�t sound like it was nice that she�d made friends.� He sounded
like it was deplorable that she�d made friends.

�I�ve brought you your timetable
and the texts you will need for today�s classes.��

He passed her a sheet of paper and the levitated books in the air beside him
floated down toward her.�

She caught them and held them to her chest.�

�Thank you professor Dumbledore�
she said gratefully.

�You are most welcome, Miss
Schiller. I know you will make good use of them.� The others will await you in your room this
evening.� Oh.. and please be careful navigating the school.� It can be quite confusing for newcomers.

I�ll see you later in transfiguration, my dear.�
Have a good morning!��

She smiled at him and as he walked
away back to the head table she tried not to let her face fall into a rictus.�

When she turned around Tom was looking preoccupied, sipping a glass of orange
juice.

Marta was still staring at him
with shining eyes.�

She examined her timetable.� She would have herbology,
runes, DADA and then transfiguration today.

Sorry and Abraxus looked over her shoulder at the
list. �Abraxas
swore in shock..

Tom clicked his fingers and gestured for the timetable.� She passed it over and took a few grapes from
the fruitbowl.�

�We have most of the same classes�
he observed approvingly.� I have
arithmancy when you have runes, runes when you have languages and I�m taking
magical creatures and divination in addition to these but otherwise, our
timetables are identical.��

Marta gaped overawed and Hermione scowled to herself.� She had thought about adding magical
creatures and magical history.. but
it seemed a bit unnecessary to take eleven subjects here when she didn�t need
those two papers for anything practical.�
Finding out Tom was taking
that many papers.. and
sounding so offhand about it.. made her want to seek
out Dumbledore and ask for more.�

She heard Tom chuckle low. �Don�t worry Maia.�
Nine papers is a lot.� Septimus is only
taking eight and he�s the most scholastic of the others here.�

The boy in question smiled appreciatively at the compliment.� Amalthea put her
hand on his forearm as if in ownership and he looked down at it with an
imperiously questioning eyebrow and shook her off in order to pour himself
another tea.�

She narrowed her eyes at Hermione as if she�d
done something.�

�Why do you take divination?� she
asked Tom peevishly. �it�s entirely useless.��

She was thinking to herself that magical creatures wasn�t
all that useful either but out of respect to Hagrid
she left the comment.�

Tom shrugged.

�It�s interesting enough.� Professor Speckter isn�t bad.�
I�m still undecided as to the eventual merit of it.��

She wondered at the mention of
this other professor, whether divination might have been acceptable if not for
stupid woolly professor Trelawny.�

A bell clanged distantly and the students around her in the room started to
gather up their things.� Hermione too,
accepted her proffered timetable from Tom and took up her books, shrinking them
and putting them in her pocket.

�Hey, that�s not bad!� Sorry commented.�
�You must be great in transfiguration!��

She shrugged.� The others were exchanging
parting comments around her.�

She wandered into the current of
students washing down the aisle and was joined by Tom, Septimus
and Sorry at the main doors of the building.�
Apparently the �group� was really more like two or three groups.� Abraxas didn�t take
herbology but she saw Cygnus and Benji
joined at the hip, wandering toward the greenhouses already, not waiting for
the others.�

Tom fell into step on one side of
her and Septimus nudged Sorry out of the way, taking
up her right side.� Sorry drifted a
little further to the right and walked alongside him.�

She talked with them amiably as they walked down the slope to the angular peaks
of the greenhouses.� Septimus
it seemed was more tolerable the fewer people were around him.� He virtually monopolised her attention,
making dry witty observations that she laughed at once or twice.� Tom joined in the conversation here and
there, seeming quite light hearted but his eyes were elsewhere as he looked
about the grounds.�

She barely even noticed the
flicker of red and blue before Tom�s arm had shot up and he�d cursed it
soundly.�

The bird dropped in a flutter to
the ground squarking pitifully.�

Tom strode over to it swiftly, his wand still trained on it.� The bird held a tiny white scroll in one claw
and lay on its back, its head turned to the side, wings akimbo.�

Hermione rushed over an inch behind Tom and now dropped to her knees beside it
horrified.

�You killed it!� Why?!�

She reached out to pick it up and
Tom yanked her back away from it by the collar, barking sharply. �It�s not
dead.� Leave it alone.��

Septimus and Sorry stood either side of them utterly
baffled by this display of clay pigeon shooting with parrots.�

The tiny scroll that the bird carried detached itself and floated up into the
air as Tom summoned it.�

She flinched when the bird on the
ground suddenly raised its head and squarked angrily
before seeming to turn in on itself and disappear in a white flash.� Urg.� That could have been
her if she�d touched it.

Looking up at Tom, who had opened the scroll in midair without touching it, she
saw his face darken and he incinerated it before she could read it.�

�What did it say?!� she demanded, panicked�

He shook his head and held out a hand to help her up.� After she had scrambled to her feet he almost
dragged her bodily down to the greenhouse, Septimus
and Sorry hurrying after.

�Late!� The tall rake thin woman with black and grey hair in a bun
and a pointy hooked nose face spat at them.

�Five points each from Slytherin. Get to your places.
�Mr Riddle, I�m surprised at you!�

�Sorry Professor� he responded automatically
and dragged her down the rows of tables to their places.�

The rest of the class was
horrid.� They had to carefully depot,
Identify, dissect and sketch seedlings from three
different but similar plants and no one spoke a word to each other the entire
time.

She was going mad wanting to know what the blasted note from Grindelwald had said.�

When it was finally over, Tom had
somehow managed to slither his way out through the press of the slythenclaw mix and was gone by the time she reached the
door.� She growled in fury.�

Septimus carefully took her by the elbow, with Sorry
on the other side and started to walk with her back up to the main
building.�

�What was that about then?� he
enquired low and uneasy.

�I can�t tell you� she snapped. �Ask Tom.��

He nodded and changed the subject, discussing what they had each thought about
the plants they�d dissected.�

She realised as he went on that she�d missed a couple of the differences in two
of the samples and that Septimus almost certainly
rivalled Neville in herbology.

Sorry hadn�t done as well as she had, but it didn�t seem to bother him in the
least.� He took a somewhat lackadaisical
attitude toward classes apparently.� He
informed her that his parents didn�t care a jot how well he did on the
NEWTs.�

She didn�t understand how it mattered so much to everyone what their parents
thought about their grades.�

She had no parents anymore but she�d be mortified if she didn�t do well.�

When they entered the building
Sorry said his farewells and headed down a corridor back toward the dungeons
and Septimus continued with her alone to runes.

His tall.. disturbingly
familiar.. form hovered quite near in the wide busy
corridors. They didn�t speak all the way there although she glanced at him a
couple of times.

In class Septimus was extremely still and
focused.� He took even more notes than
she did.

The class was..fine.� Just fine.� She listened and wrote.� It was..interesting
enough.. she supposed.�

Professor Rennis was almost as dull as Professor Binns but she figured she�d read up on the work later
herself.

After class they walked slowly
toward DADA.� Septimus
was sardonically commenting on the runes lesson, essentially monologuing as she was merely hmming
and nodding back.�

He looked at her irritatedly, apparently not accustomed
to being virtually ignored and asked out of the blue. �How long have you known
Tom?��

She stopped in the middle of the corridor and thought about it. Had she known
him since she�d known of him?� Did she even really know him now?

�Not long� she said neutrally and started walking again.�

The Severus lookalike next to her seemed pleased with that.�

�You know he never interests himself for girls for any great length of time� he
tossed at her exploratorily.�

She shrugged. �Maybe.��

A dark expressive eyebrow was raised at her. �What will you do when he discards
you?� he asked with a faint smirk.��

She scowled.

�Oh.. probably cast myself
into the sun I expect� she snarked back.� He snorted, amused.

�Well.. there�s no call to go
to extremes..�� he
looked away seemingly pleased at her response for whatever reason.�

They arrived at the DADA classroom
door and found Abraxas waiting outside the door.� He frowned at Septimus
as they walked up.

�What the hell happened this morning?! � he�s in an
absolutely foul mood!��

Septimus sniffed and shrugged.� Hermione approved his silence.� If he�d just gone and told Abraxas about what
had happened, in the middle of the corridor no less, she�d have been pissed off.. and she knew Tom would have been pissed off.�

Abraxus turned his manicured attention upon her.

�Hello Maia.. Have you enjoyed your classes so
far?� I�ve been looking forward to double
DADA since last night.� I�m sure it will
be very interesting.� He said obliquely, offering her his hand and sweeping the
door open.�

She took it and let him guide her in.�

The room that was exposed was much
larger than the one she knew from her own time, much like a gymnasium.�

The floor felt slightly spongy though it looked like stone.� Large vaulted ceilings soared overhead.�

She saw that the class was Slythendor.� The Gryffindors and
Slytherins were sharply divided into two camps on
either side of the room.�

Behind the larger mass of Slytherins, Tom and the
entire group of knights lounged on benches at the left side of the room.� They seemed relaxed and unconcerned.�

Tom�s face however was serious and he was not participating in the
conversations around him.�

The golden sunlight filtering through the high peaked windows in the wall shot
his hair into curls of golden flame.��

Over on the Gryffindor side
another similar cluster stood toward the back of the group and the Harry look-alike
that seemed to head it said something to the two boys next to him, causing them
to look around quickly at Hermione, Abraxas and Septimus
in the doorway.�

�Who�s that?� she asked Abraxas,
nodding to the Gryffindors.�

He looked displeased with the question.�

�I assume you�re talking about the
black haired one in the middle. Thats
Potter. He-� she interrupted him �What�s his first
name?�

Septimus snarled at her, pushing her forward slightly
toward the Slytherin corner, �Alex.� Alexander.� He�s waiting.� Come on.��

She let herself drift along beside them toward the place where the Slytherins lounged.�
Tom wore an unimpressed expression.

�What was that?� he asked her acidly, ignoring the others.�

She looked back at him challengingly.� �Thought I recognised one of the Gryffindors
from somewhere.� It�s not
important.�

He gestured curtly for her to sit beside him.�
Roan moved hastily along a bit further.

Not far enough though as Septimus walked over, pulled
him up by the back of his shirt and tossed him aside, taking the place next to
Hermione.�

Abraxas stood in front of them all with his arms
folded, inspecting the tension between them.�

�Did we have a spat?� he goaded, tempting fate.�
Tom glared up at him.

�GOOD AFTERNOON STUDENTS� Professor Merrythought
boomed, bounding into the classroom like a perky whirlwind.�

She beamed at them all and strode to the centre.

�Right now!� Get
together..� come-on, come-on. We don�t have all day.��

The students wandered to the
centre of the room.� A discernable metre-wide
no-mans land still separated the Gryffindors
from the Slytherins.�

Why oh bloody why did they always put Gryffindor with Slytherin
Hermione wondered.�

It was patently absurd.� The two houses hated each other.� This was a potentially dangerous class even
at the best of times.� Why not add actual
loathing and spite to the mix.� That�ll
make everything much more educational.��

�Alright.� Now I�m sure you�ve all been practicing the
shield spells we learned last year so I think we�ll warm up with some brief
duels. We�re going to be using martial spells for the rest of the lesson.��

Many of the students brightened at
this.� Hermione was pleased too.� In her time DADA consisted a lot of the time
of reading about various dangerous things which was.. naturally.. useful but wouldn�t
necessarily always help one if faced with an actual risky situation.�

For example.. knowing that
vampires were beautiful, powerful and seductive with the ability to blurr ones rational thinking had not actually enabled her
to retain a cool enough head to remember that if she offered herself to one,
she�d belong to it..

Damn.. She had to remember to deal with that situation
too.�

Professor Merrythought
was calling out names. Hermione�s attention was drawn to her again when she
called out �Diggory, Mulciber�

She looked around and saw the back of a short auburn ponytailed girl heading
off toward Roan at the back of the room.��

Looking around she realised that there weren�t many girls in this class
actually.� She could only see another three
actually.� Two of them were Gryffindors. �

One was clearly a Weasley and the other she recognised as the black curly
haired girl that Potter had been talking to at dinner
last night.

The other Slytherin girl was a tall messy haired Goyle lookalike.�

�Potter, Riddle�

She looked back around in time to see Tom stalk off with a satisfied
expression.

�Claverton,
Coote; Wood, Malfoy;
Frobisher, Prince; Schiller..�� Professor Merrythought
hesitated. �Schiller?�

she looked around and caught Hermione�s eye. �Have you duelled before,
girl?� I don�t want to have to take you
to the infirmary.��

Behind her she heard Cygnus snigger.

�Yes Maam�
she said dutifully. �You don�t need to worry��

The woman looked undecided. �Well.. I�ll put you with Brown. Go easy on her Brown � Don�t
begin until I�m there to look over you both.�

The curly black-haired girl nodded and turned on her heel, striding off toward
the Gryffindor side, obviously expecting Hermione to follow.�

She raised her eyebrows and walked
slowly after her, astounded at how life worked out.� Here she was in the past facing what was
obviously Lav lav�s well.. she�d say grandmother, but who
knew really.� It could be her great
grandmother, depending on how fast the brown family bred.

The girl looked like an older, less primped and groomed version of Lavender.� Her nose was different and instead of curly
brown hair she had curly black.�

That was the extent of the difference though.�
That same vapid, superior, pitying look was on her heart shaped face
with the cute little turned up nose.�

Hermione felt a small inner
excitement at the thought of absolutely demolishing lave..uh..
whatever her name was.�
What a pity lavender brown was dead in her
time.� She�d always regretted not having
the chance.. no.. not having the intestinal
fortitude to really lay into the horrible witch at least once.

She looked at the snitty girl now and resolved to
remedy that omission.�

Professor Merrythought
had finished dividing up the class and was wandering around.�

Some of the others had begun their duels already and she could see Tom and ..Alexander.. casting far above the gentle level of classroom duels.� Their professor was looking in the other direction
however, watching over Claverton and Coote who were struggling to hold their shields
steady.�

She looked to the girl in front of
her and deliberately cast a poor and basic level shield, out loud.

A bluish pane appeared in front of her, slightly flickery
but visibly there.� Brown sneered a bit
and cast her own aloud.�

It was a mid level shield � better than Hermione had expected of her actually,
but she�d cast it aloud so now Hermione knew which one she was using.�

Not only that but it was visible and she�d picked one that was one sided, like
the basic one Hermione was using.�

Hermione surreptitiously silently
charmed the wall behind her to a reflective surface.�

Her opponent was too busy looking at the professor who had now turned and was
coming toward them both.�

�Girls, I don�t expect I�ll have
any problems with you two.� Miss Brown,
please begin.��

Hermione stepped aside nimbly as Brown
cast an expelliarmus at her.� The spell whished past her unimpeded and
fizzled against the wall.�

�Excellent reflexes Miss Schiller�
professor Merrythought complimented. �But the point
is to test your ability to maintain a shield under fire.� Please do not dodge this time.��

Hermione nodded as she got back
into place silently casting a second high level shield beneath her shaky
visible one.�

It barely shimmered in the air as it formed and then became invisible.

Brown cast a jellylegs jinx at her and it bounced off
harmlessly.� The girl looked
disappointed.�

Professor Merrythought clapped her hands once and
commended her. �Exactly so.� Very good.� Continue, both of you.��

Hermione allowed Lavlav�s ancestor to fail to curse her with tickling and
itching and babbling jinxes while Professor Merrythought
wandered on.�

When she felt the professor was far enough away that she was unlikely to
notice, she turned and silently cast a silencio at
her opponent.� The girl watched it sail
past her and sniggered at Hermione�s poor aim.�

She didn�t notice when it bounced back off the wall and struck her.�

That was when Hermione launched off three further spells in quick
succession.� The first a fixation charm,
the second a mild blasting curse that would normally toss a person back several
feet as if punched and the third a burning illusion curse which created the
painful sensation of being in flames without actually sustaining damage.�

She�d learned the latter from
Morgan Le Feys diary and hadn�t had the chance to try
it on a subject yet.

Possibly it might be worse than the pain curse she�d used on Avery last night
but she hadn�t wanted to use an untried spell on him, and had no wish to share
this one with the others.� It was not
just a wee bit greyish in nature.. it
was downright dark and, she discovered, also unbelievably satisfying.�

Not only was the curse accompanied by a pleasant sensation, much like that
which casting unforgiveables infamously produced in the caster, but it was
amazing to watch the silent frozen scream in the completely immobilized girl�s
eyes as she stood casually, smiling a faint superior smile; her wand raised as
if she�d been about to cast.�

Hermione held it on her for a
minute or so until tears started to run down her cheeks and then released it,
wondering whether she could get away with an obliviate..�

She settled for a confundus and a mild forgetfulness
jinx and then released the girl.�

Brown looked at her in vague
horror and wiped the tears from her face. �You.. what-..�

she looked afraid and confused.� Clearly
she had forgotten for the moment what had scared her.

Hermione nodded understandingly �Your
confundus bounced back off my shield and hit
you.� Sorry.� It should last for a little while.� Maybe we should tell professor Merrythought and you can sit the lesson out.��

The girl agreed with her
hesitantly and they both went to professor Merrythought.�

Brown massaged her back absently as if it were sore.� Hermione imagined the effects of the blasting
spell would leave nasty bruises later on.�
It was all she could do to preserve a regretful sympathetic face.�

She avoided Tom�s eye who was looking at her like a
dog who�d unexpectedly dragged in a priceless treasure and dropped it at his
feet.

Alexander Potter had been facing in the other direction during their duel and
obviously had missed the show.�

Having no partner she was forced
to sit at the side and watch Tom and Alexander duel.�

Tom was holding back.�

She wasn�t sure whether Alexander was but it was possible.� The curses they tossed were nasty but not
dark.�

�I think that�s enough warming up�� Professor Merrythought called to the class. �Everyone gather
round.��

The students all milled back.� The no-mans land between the houses was a bit more scattered now,
zigzagging about.

�Now.. in third year we learned about Boggarts.� Someone remind me of the spell used to dispel
boggarts��

She selected the raised hand of a
boy in the front, who told her.

�Yes.� Five points to Gryffindor.� Well boggarts are
part of a group of creatures that are distantly related to ghouls and vampires
as some of you will know.� Can anyone
tell me about the other four creatures in the group I�m referring to?��

Hermione�s hand shot up.� She saw Tom�s, Alexander�s and Septimus� hands were also in the air

�Miss Schiller.� Let�s see if you know.� Professor Merrythought offered sceptically.�

Hermione breathed in, relieved. ��The other creatures are succubi/incubi,
dementors, gemares and haggarts. � the unifying factor in
the group known as ethivores is feeding on the
energy, rather than the physical substance of other beings.� Succubi and incubi
feed on sexual energy accessed in a dream state, dementors
on any positive energy-mostly through accessing memories, gemares
feed on anger and frustration and haggarts and boggarts both feed on fear.�

Ethivores tend not to interact with their environment
tangibly, although dementors can manipulate objects
in space when it suits them, using a form of psychokinesis.

Gemares are hardly ever seen at all, preferring
instead to engineer infuriating situations and hide within the trap.�

Haggarts and boggarts are
difficult to distinguish on first contact, appearing as whatever the victim
fears most, however boggarts are essentially harmless
and can be destroyed using the Riddikulus incantation,
or at worst, they will leave when they are sated, which generally occurs before
death of the victim, whereas haggarts will follow or
trap a victim and feed from it until it dies.�
They are also impervious to the riddikulus and
capable of attacking both conscious and sleeping victims, who die of fear
related physiological or psychological effects, such as heart attacks, suicide
or exhaustion.�

She gasped, finishing her monologue.�

The professor beamed at her.� �Well done, Miss Schiller � A very thorough
explanation - Twenty points to Slytherin.��

Hermione smiled broadly and someone patted her on the back congratulating
her.� She looked over her shoulder at
Sorry who grinned in a familiar way.�

Professor Merrythought
started talking about haggarts and the dispatching of
them while she stared and thought idly about Rodolphus
and how nice it would be to see him again.

She didn�t really mind anymore what he�d done.�
She knew it was just the blood bond acting on her that made her feel
that way but she really quite wanted to see him � it had been more than two
weeks now.� Almost three!�

She needed to sort this out soon.�

�And now we�re going to practice
it.� Professor Merrythought said as if she was giving
them all a great gift.� �I�ve managed to
acquire a haggart and we�ll go through you all one by
one using the containment spell.��

What containment spell, thought
Hermione.� Oh hell! �

She turned to sorry urgently �I wasn�t listening.. what�s the spell��

He looked at her distractedly �What?�

�Whats the spell?!� she hissed.

He frowned.� �um..
interim asphobate lenicanular� he muttered.�

She repeated it.

�You�re really serious?� You weren�t
paying any attention at all?!� he asked incredulously.�� She shook her head.�

They were all drifting into a
vague line now.

�its interus peribus placular� he whispered. She repeated this.� He tapped her on the shoulder again.� She looked at him wide eyed trying to
remember the other incantation.

�Actually its interimus aprobus
retrophate��

She gaped at him.

�you
UTTER UTTER BASTARD!� she hissed.

Several people turned around and
looked at her amusedly.� She jumped out
of line intending to go ahead several places to Tom but professor Merrythought told her to get back in place.�

She turned around to rodo..Sorenson
and hissed at him very low and very serious �Tell me the incantation or I swear
I will put you in the bloody infirmary.��
Sorenson just grinned.�

Abandoning the little brat, she
paid very close attention to the people in line in front of her.� Most of them were casting silently and
demonstrating success after a few tries.�

The haggart was mainly presenting as spiders, snakes,
parents, teachers, dragons.. various
things of that nature.�

One or two people incanted out loud but it was hard to catch what they were
saying.� Interus
or internus..specurare,
speculare, speculara, prenosis, prenotis, prenozis.. She didnt know.�

She kicked herself for cursing Brown..that girl would
have incanted aloud and she didn�t mumble.�

Tom, three places in front of her
had reached the wardrobe.� Professor Merrythought opened it and it whooshed out.�

She was only briefly able to see the shape of Tom on the floor dead, his eyes
wide and empty, for a second before he�d bound and returned the thing to the
wardrobe.�

He sauntered off looking satisfied until he saw her horror stricken face and
realised there was something wrong with her.��

He started toward her but professor Merrythought
instructed him to go and sit down.�

He frowned, looking at her worriedly, obviously afraid
of what she might produce.�

The two boys in front of her
struggled but managed to capture the rotting corpse and werewolf in front of
them respectively.�

�Stop!!� she cried at professor Merrythought.�

The witch looked at her
impatiently.� Half the class stood behind
her and she was wasting time. �Yes miss Schiller?��

�I�ve forgotten the incantation.� Please could you remind me?� she pled
urgently.�

The professor rolled her eyes.� �Internus speculara prenozis� she recited.�
Swish, quarter twist counterclockwise and
flick.��

Hermione nodded, still slightly
panicked.� The professor opened the
wardrobe.�

At first her haggart
became the same as Tom�s had been - Tom Riddle on the ground, black hair, eyes
wide and unseeing.� Several students
started gossiping behind her.�

She cast the spell.

Nothing happened..�
But the haggart changed. Suddenly it was a
necklace.. floating, open,
with a black bead on it.. it floated toward her as if
to put itself on her.�

She backspun and crashed into Sorry who caught her,
shocked.�

�No..�
she mumbled. Feeling herself actually physically want
to flee from the thought of allowing her magic to be bound again. �it�s just a haggard!

Internus speculara
prenozis!�

The necklace continued to advance
and she whimpered.�

Suddenly it changed again and Harry stood before her, taller, his green eyes
glittering dangerously, wand drawn.

He strode up to her, smiling like Lord Potter.�

�I killed him, Mione.. I won!� he said triumphantly.�

She screamed and spun backwards,
off Sorry and ran past the others in the line trying to get away. It would stop
if it fixated on someone else.�

But it was a haggart not a boggart
and it followed her.�

Harry raced after her till he had
her up against the wall.� The rest of the
room was in uproar and professor Merrythought was
striding over angrily shouting something about stupid girl.�

Harry leaned in and pressed himself against her while she sobbed and pushed at
him ineffectually.�

�Now you�re mine, Mione.. forever!..I killed them all..
Severus begged to die in the end..��

He produced from his pocket the silver necklace with the bead.�

�Be a good girl now..� he said soft and dark.� �and maybe I�ll let
you keep the memory of Draco.��

She screamed and pulled at the raw
magic and lit the creature on fire somehow.�

It burned with pale pink flames, screaming in a voice like wasps and the image
of Harry dropped off it like water to reveal a small black prickly thing not
unlike a house elf.��

She sagged to the ground as it thrashed and finally stilled.�

Professor Merrythought
stood a few metres away scratching her head seeming undecided between anger and
amazement. �Well I never.. I didn�t even know that was
possible.. how did you do
that miss Schiller?� Haggerts
aren�t visible in their true form and I�ve never heard of one dying.

Goodness.. to think they look
like..that. �CLASS,
over here quickly and look at this!� It�s
something you may never have the chance to see again!��

Everyone rushed and crowded.�

Tom struggled through them all and
dropped to the ground beside Hermione. �Are you alright?� he asked urgently.
His eyes captured and held hers, burning into her.

She nodded dazed and remembered something.

�Sorry professor Merrythought..and everyone who
didn�t get a turn. I didn�t mean to.� I
don�t know what I did.. I just wanted it to stop and
the incantation didn�t work��

She looked around the faces.� They looked alarmed and confused for the most
part.� Alexander Potter
far more than the others.� He
looked down at her distraught, a brown eyed Harry
without glasses.

Other students kept looking at him accusingly as if he�d been secretly
torturing Hermione.�

He seemed on the verge of asking her when Tom spoke up

�Professor..
Maia is upset.� May I take her out of
class to calm down, please?��

Professor Merrythought
was on her haunches inspecting the still corpse of the haggart
on the floor, turning it carefully with her wand.�

�Hmmm?� Yes.� Of course Mr Riddle.� Some fresh air might do her good I
think.��

Tom helped her to her feet and
pulled her out the door and down the corridor before she could blink.�

She started to speak but he shook his head.

�No.� not here.��

He dragged her on till they reached the room of requirement and only when they
were both inside her bedroom did he speak.�

�What the fuck..was that?!� he raged.�

She backed away rapidly. �I can�t-�
she started to say and he exploded, advancing on her threateningly

�Don�t tell me you can�t fucking tell me..
That was Alex Potter � or one of his descendants more likely � why are you
terrified of him?! �What was that
necklace?!� He had it at the end before
you torched him..-it.� What is it? What does it do?��

She shook her head
frantically.� �Nothing.� Its
nothing.� What was in the note this
morning?� she redirected.�

Tom bared his teeth at her as if
he were an animal. �He called you Mione.� That�s your name, isn�t it?� Mione��

She flinched and whimpered

�Don�t call me that.. please!.. its..no - it isn�t my name.�

Tom turned and paced away, one
hand going to his hair and gripping the golden curls in extreme frustration and
distress.� He drew his wand and then put
it away again and then drew it once more and turned back, stalking up to her
and pointing it at her forehead.�

She shook and cowered away. ��Please Tom.. please don�t-..� she begged,
dropping to her knees and curling down into a prostrate ball.�

He roared in frustration and
stalked away again.�

After a few minutes he came back
slowly and dropped down to sit on the floor beside her.�

Gently he gripped her and pulled her to him, turning her body till she lay
between his legs with her head on his thigh.�

He stroked her hair soothingly and sighed.�

�It was me.. wasn�t it?.. The
one he said he�d killed.� In the future
there�s some descendant of Alex Potter who�s going to try to kill me.

And whatever he was going to do to you with that necklace wasn�t good.��

She mumbled against his leg �Binds
my magic.� Makes me a squib�

Tom puffed out air and bent down
over her, as if to physically protect her with his body.

�I�ll never let him do that..� he promised.� �and he�ll never
kill me��

He sounded less sure on the last part.

�You don�t understand� Hermione
muttered.�

Harry had never bound her.. Tom had bound her. in fact Harry was the
one that released her.. but she knew..she just knew.. if he did kill Tom
somehow.. that would be the first thing he�d do.

And he probably would kill Severus..even after they�d.. and he�d definitely kill Rodolphus..
maybe Draco too..

Tom pulled her closer, sliding his
hands under her body and lifting her to his chest.

�Maybe not..� but it doesn�t matter.�
You�re here now.� You�re never
going back.� We�ll figure it out
later.��

He stood, with some difficulty and carried her over to the bed, placing her
down and climbing up beside her.�

She burrowed into his chest and he just held her, stroking her back and
thinking.�

They lay there for an age before
Tom said.. �The note this morning.� It said � I quote ��I�m growing impatient.� If you come willingly i
will allow you to bring your little �friend.��
I can be very good to you, you will find. ..keep
hiding and you will see my other side.�

�Hermione groaned.

�We have herbology twice a week..
and you have stupid care of magical creatures
too.� Theres no way to hide inside from a
bird.� And..
what if he actually follows through and comes to
Hogwarts?!� I mean..
really.� What if
he invades bloody Britain cause of this stupidity.

Fantastic.. Britain goes down under the yoke of Grindelwald because Tom Riddle felt like a bit of
excitement one morning and I was too daft to just take him to the zoo
instead.��

Tom sniggered underneath her and
she felt unreasonably irate.

�And we have Dumbledore after
lunch.� Why are you taunting
him with that hairdo?!�

Tom looked up at the clock on the
wall. �Because I can.�
Because it bothers him and it pleases me to bother him.� He�s been a thorn in my side since I met him.

Did you know he tried to have me expelled last term?! ME! �He tried to convince Dippet
that I knew more than I was saying about..�� Tom stilled suddenly.� �...You�re a mudblood.. that slipped my mind for a
moment. I ..don�t think of you that way.��

She looked up at him snarkily, ignoring the slur.

�I do know about the chamber of secrets, you know.� Your wonderful pet petrified me a few years ago.�
It wasn�t a nice feeling.��

The boy beneath her raised his
eyebrows in surprise. �Really?!� I had decided I would not open it again.� I must change my mind in the future��

Hermione dropped her head back to
his chest. �Yeah.�
Something like that� she mumbled.

He sighed, abandoning the topic.�

�Shall we go to lunch?� Or would you
rather eat here?� I think it would be
better if we made an appearance in the Great Hall.� It is bad enough that I pulled you from DADA
in front of everyone.� Rumours will
fly.�

And after your..haggart-forms...
you are bound to be even more the subject of gossip than you already were after
I invited you to sit with me last night.��

Hermione thought about the Great
Hall in dread.� �Thank
you for letting me sit with you� she said softly. �I know you didn�t
have to.�

Tom laughed mirthlessly.

�Yes.. well I find myself
uncomfortable letting you associate closely with others.��

He unfolded himself from her and got up off the bed.

�I�m going down to lunch.� I need to have a quiet word with Septimus. �You may
remain here if you like.��

She looked up at him wistfully.

�Ok.� Maybe I�ll come down in a while�� He acknowledged
this with a neutral nod and turned and left.�

She lay
on her bed in her oh so familiar room, thinking about how much trouble she had
gotten herself into.�

She had thought her situation dire before but this was a whole other order of
magnitude of direness.�

And now..Grindelwald.�

In history he hadn�t come to Hogwarts, she knew.� At least books had never recorded him coming
to Hogwarts.. which wasn�t
necessarily the same thing, particularly since all the books she�d ever
accessed on the topic were from the library of Hogwarts while Dumbledore was
headmaster.�

After lunch she�d have to face him too.� She needed to get out of here.� she needed to go
home..

home.. it was a peculiar thing to think.�

She�d spent so little time in the company of Tom Riddle whether in her own time
or here.. she�d spent so much
more time with Harry and Ron and Ginny.. or with her
parents.. yet Tom..her Tom.. in
the future.. was somehow home now.�

She felt a pull toward him that was nearly painful.��

And..and Rodolphus.�

She acknowledged that she was starting to need to see him again.� The feeling in the back of
her mind like a reminder.� Seeing
Sorenson made it worse.�

She needed Rodolphus.�

As if in response to her feelings,
the room of requirement shifted around her and she found herself lying on
pillows, with a starry sky stretched above her in his round room.�

It was very still and peaceful.�

It was also empty.� That made it
meaningless somehow.� This place was only
good when the rough warm dangerous shape of the vampire..her vampire if she dared to use
the possessive...was looming over her.�

She started to reach for the magic
automatically and barely managed to stop herself.�

She hadn�t been thinking to sever the connection, she�d been thinking about Rodolphus being here with her now, in her current
location.�

That was unthinkable.�

But it was hard to think about severing the connection instead because.. if she was honest with herself..
she didn�t want
to cut him out of her.� It was probably
the effect of the bond that caused it, logically, but she really just wanted to
satisfy her need, not remove the need altogether.�

Growling angrily at herself she
pushed up off the bed and strode to the door that appeared in the wall of the
round room as she approached.� Letting
herself out she marched through the empty echoing corridors thinking to go down
to the great hall for lunch after all.�

She was stomping at speed down a
corridor on the second floor, entirely unawares when the tripping hex sent her
flying, skidding over the stones.� When
she turned over three nasty looking Gryffindors were
standing over her with their wands on her.�

She wanted to draw her wand but the warning look of a blond pug faced girl
stopped her before she moved.

�You slimy little snake!� another
girl spat at her. �I don�t know what sick little fantasies you�ve got about Alex
but you�re insane if you think he�d ever be interested in a worm like
you!��

The pug girl agreed �Disgusting Slytherin bitch.� I heard what you did in DADA.� You leave him alone!�

The third girl didn�t say anything
but glared down at her just as poisonously as the others.�

Horrid girl number one started
again �He�s too nice to hex you but I�m only too happy to do it for him!�

You need to learn how things work in this school. You have no place even looking at Alex..
or any other Gryffindor.

You�re a snake.. the lowest
of all the houses.� You�re only fit for
the despicable creatures in Slytherin.� If they�ll have you..Schiller.. you muggle tainted filth.��

Hermione swallowed.� This wasn�t going well.� She might be hexed here.�

She could stop it.. but.. but it would be better not to risk it.� She couldn�t afford to be discovered.� You never knew who might be observing..

Dumbledore was suspicious.� He could find
out.�

And then it was too late to think
about whether or not to use raw magic to defend herself against the three
because pug girl was already hexing her.�
She flinched and cramped as her muscles protested the twisting jinx.

It was dropped and bitch number one cursed her with something that felt like
itchy spots all over her face.� Great.�

The two girls laughed and the third just stared down at her balefully.� She was a slender willowy girl with long dark
brown hair that fell to her waist and a narrow thin lipped face.

The first two girls started to
walk away and called to her to come and she spoke up for the first time.

�Just a second.�
I want a word.� They continued on
more slowly.�

The girl with the long hair crouched down on her haunches over Hermione, her
wand still on her and then she felt a silent petrificus
totalus pass over her. She fought ineffectually
against the dead stiffness in her limbs.

The girl hissed, barely audibly

�I saw what you did to Perrin, you bitch.�
Thanks for the idea!��

Now listen to me you slag cause I�m
only going to warn you once.� I could
give a toss about Alex Potter.. I�m telling you
to stay the fuck away from Tom Riddle. Whatever you�ve done or are doing to
make him pay attention to you.. to
pander to your worthless hide �
you�re going to stop it!.�

I can�t imagine he�d ever touch someone as ugly and tainted as you so you�re
probably blackmailing him somehow.�

If you don�t stay away from him- be prepared to spend a lot of time in the
infirmary.��

At that she stood swiftly and
started kicking Hermione�s petrified form in the ribs repeatedly.�

The two girls down the corridor
sounded far off and distracted as the willowy girl kicked Hermione in the face
hard and then stalked off out of her dazed field of vision.�

She felt blood dripping down her
face from her, almost certainly broken, nose.�

Lying there in the quiet, feeling the blood trickling down her face, she
thought again about just using magic to free and heal herself.�

It would be so easy.� And
..she couldn�t go to the infirmary.�
Someone would see her mark.�

She needed Tom.� Or
anyone really. �Someone to come
and say-�

�finite incantatum� the voice said softly.�

Her body slumped and the pain began in earnest.�

She whimpered under her breath, feeling her ribs grate together when she
breathed.�

Alex Potter walked up to her
looking shocked and upset.

�Merlin..
What happened to you?!� Who did this?!��

He stood, shaken, looking at her as she gingerly flicked out her wand and
started to work on her ribs, flinching as the tensing muscles made them spike
in pain when she raised her arm. �

Alex seemed to wake up somewhat then and approached her cautiously, dropping to
his knees and passing his wand over her face.�

She winced as her nose ground back into place and a fresh warm rush of blood
spilled down her face.

He scourgified it away.�

�You�re covered in green spots� he
said hesitantly. �I don�t know what jinx was used�

She scowled, finishing her ribs
and dropping her hand back to the ground.

�The bones were healed but the soreness
would remain for a few hours.

�Thanks� she said weakly. �Don�t
worry about the spots..or who did this.� I�ll sort it out.� Thanks for freeing me but you should probably
go.��

The boy�s face hardened.

�I want to know what happened in DADA. Why did you see ..your
haggart looked quite a bit like me.. I don�t even
know you!� Are you afraid of me?!��

He looked a lot like Harry
sometimes had when he was younger.� The expression of unwilling fierce determination.�

She closed her eyes.� Her spots
itched.�

�Look.. I
wouldn�t hurt you.�� Alex said
tentatively. �I.. well.. I just wouldn�t.� If you�re scared of me for whatever reason.. don�t be.� Okay?�

She sighed and opened her eyes,
looking up at unfamiliar soft brown eyes. His chin and his lips were a bit
different to Harry�s too.. but
the overall effect was one of familiarity.�

�It wasn�t you.� It was just someone who looked a bit like
you� she explained tiredly.

�Someone from where I used to live.� A friend.� He..he became a dark wizard. I�m sorry if it upset
anyone.�

I was shocked when I first saw you at the sorting because you looked so much
like him.� It must have jolted that
memory into the front of my mind to see you duelling with Tom.��

Alex seemed to process this and
looked relieved.

�Well.. my family does have
some branches that wandered off into Europe a few generations ago.� Maybe he was a distant relative.�� He seemed to think of something else.

�Riddle is..very kind
to you..for someone who�s only been here such a short
time.. and.. well.. someone with your background.�

She gritted her teeth.� She was going to hear about her unacceptable
blood status from everyone here non-stop it seemed.� Gah. The forties sucked!�

She explained, wondering why she even bothered ��He was the one who found me at the
gates and took me to the headmaster.� He
said he�d look out for me a bit. He seems a nice person.��

There.� Every single statement there was
absolutely true � Tom did seem a nice
person.�

Alex frowned. �Watch out for
him.� He�s not a nice person.. he�s
dangerous. If he�s being nice to you, there�s an angle somewhere.� Don�t let him make you do
..anything.�� The boy trailed off
uncomfortably.��

She almost smirked. Lucius and Rodolphus on either side of her..inside
her..her moaning and loving it.. and Alex Potter was concerned
about her virtue.

She nodded seriously. �I can�t
believe he�d do anything like that but I�ll take your warning under
advisement.��

Alex hesitated, seeming
conflicted.� When he finally spoke he
sounded uncertain.

�if.. if anything happens..or if you just need someone to talk to.. you
can come to me, you know.��

He studied her with concerned eyes.�

She didn�t really know what to say. �oh.. hey thanks but that would be the worst possible idea.� Please stop talking to me.� Don�t start liking me. Leave me the hell
alone!�

Internally she shrugged.� That wasn�t
actually too bad a plan.�

She sat up and started to get to
her feet slowly, tossing at Alex� �Look.. thanks
for helping me and all.. but it was your fan club that did this to me.� I really don�t want to make things any worse
by being seen anywhere talking to you so if you could just leave me alone, I
think I�ll be fine. You�re far more dangerous to me than Tom Riddle is,
clearly.�

I don�t mean to be ungrateful � really � thank you for helping me � but It�s
just better if we don�t talk to each other again, ok?!��

She turned and strode off down the
corridor leaving Alex picking himself up off his knees and looking after
her.�

He didn�t follow however and she turned off on the first floor into the
bathroom to check out the state of her face.

�

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