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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
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- 8-ch 8
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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The green spots proved difficult
to remove without using her ability so she slapped a glamour
on over them and headed on down to the great hall.� She arrived just as lunch was concluding and
had only just reached the end of the Slytherin table
where Tom, Septimus, Abraxas,
Amalthea, Aorry and Dolohov sat when the table cleared itself of food.

Tom was looking at her
strangely.�

She brightened when Sorenson
passed her an apple he�d apparently saved from lunch and thanked him, relieved
she wouldn�t be going without till dinner.�

Septimus got up from the table, as many of the
students in the hall were doing, and looked her over condescendingly as he
passed. �You seem lost Maia.� Perhaps you
need directions to the correct part of the table.�

See you all in transfiguration� he said to the others as he swanned
past her while she gaped irritated.

What the hell had she done to him?!

Sorenson was on his feet and at
her side almost immediately. �I�ll walk you there� he said quietly, looking
back at Tom for confirmation.�

Tom nodded and turned back to Abraxas, seemingly
uninterested in any further interaction with either of them.�

Bemused, she allowed herself to be
led out of the great hall and through the crowded corridors toward the
transfiguration classroom.

Without warning however Sorenson dragged her into an alcove and pressed a stone
on the wall, sliding back the secret passage and shoving her inside.

She turned around indignantly �Hey!-�

the familiar face was serious. �Quiet.� He said low and clear. �Tom told me to
tell you that you aren�t to talk to him in classes or in the halls
anymore.� Sit with your roommate and her
friends.� Don�t act like there�s anything
between you.

As far as the rest of the school knows � he�s just been being exceptionally
nice to you because Dippet asked him to.�

That ends now though. If you come to our end of the table again he�s going to
have to dress you down in front of everyone and you won�t like it � so don�t
make him do it.��

The boy looked at her with a mix of threat and pleading.� It reminded her strongly of how Rodolphus had looked at her before harry had stunned
him.�

�Look.. you need to stay away Maia.� He said quietly. �You can only
be around him when he calls us for meetings.�

The rest of the time.. well..
he said nothing like what happened in DADA can happen
again.�

The entire school is talking about
it.� Everyone�s watching you.��

She nodded. �Ok.� I�ll.. I�ll stay
away.��

She stared at Sorenson�s familiar face wistfully, thinking of Rodolphus again, a pang of need stabbing her.�

He shifted uncomfortably. �what?.. �� his eyes widened.

�Oh shit.. don�t look at me
like that.. You don�t know what he�ll
bloody do to me if you..�� the boy took two steps back.

�I�ll see you in class, ok.� Just don�t
acknowledge any of us if you don�t want someone to make a nasty comment.��

A moment later he was gone, out the passage and back into the slipstream of the
busy corridor.�

She leaned against the wall
sighing.

Now she was alone here.� ...Great.�

The passage behind her, she knew,
came out on the third floor behind a statue of Wilfred the wild.�

The transfiguration classroom however was on the second floor.�

It would be easier not to have to explain knowing about the passages if anyone..Dumbledore.. saw her on the third floor
emerging so she stepped back out into the corridor and looked back at the wall
suspiciously as if trying to memorise where the passage was and then meandered
up to transfiguration.�

When she entered, the rest of the class was already seated and professor
Dumbledore looked up brightly at her.

�Ah miss Schiller.. I see the geography confounded you slightly after all.
Try not to make a habit of it and take your seat if you please, I was just
about to begin.��

Two seats were free,
one was next to Roan and the other next to a blonde girl from Ravenclaw.

She looked at the cluster of Slytherins
unhappily.� Abraxas
and Septimus sneered at her and Roan glared
overtly.�

Sighing she asked the blonde Ravenclaw politely if she might sit next to her.� The girl shrugged disinterestedly.

�Excellent.� Well then.�
Let us return to the wonderful art of making the world into what we wish
it to be!� Dumbledore started �I know you have all enjoyed a wonderful summer
break and I don�t expect you to have spent all your free time practicing what
we learned last term, but let us see if we cant all manage to get into the right spirit of
things and transfigure our quills into silver pocket-watches.��

He waved at the class to begin and turned to the board,
waving his wand and making notes appear on solid to liquid and liquid to solid
transfigurations.��

Hermione tapped her quill and it
immediately twisted and hardened into a silver fob obediently.� She turned and looked around the
classroom.� Several others were also
sitting with various clocklike objects.�

Tom was of course one of them.�

The Ravenclaw next to her had failed at first but now
she too had a delicate engraved silver watch head.�

�Thank you for letting me sit with
you� Hermione hushed at her unobtrusively.�
�I�m ..not exactly popular in my own house at
the moment.��

The girl turned pale blue eyes on her and smiled understandingly. �Yes.. I heard that there was some trouble earlier.�

My name is Beatrice Willowstead. Pleased
to meet you.��

Hermione could have kissed her.�

The relief on her face must have
been visible because the girl chuckled slightly. �That bad there, is it?� I�m
sorry for you.. It�s a shame you�re a Slytherin. They are a bit funny about some things�

She sighed..

�It�s my own fault really.� I asked the
hat to put me there.� When I first
arrived Tom riddle found me and he was nice.. polite.. you know?� I thought.. it would be better to be in whatever house he was in.�

The hat told me I�d be better off in Ravenclaw or
Gryffindor.� I should have
listened!��

Beatrice looked at her
sympathetically. �Well.. you�ll
find a way to adapt.. and there�s no rule that says
you have to associate only with
members of your own house.. although..

people are a bit reluctant to be friends with Slytherins i have to warn
you.� They have a reputation for being
untrustworthy.��

Hermione was about to respond when
Dumbledore demanded everyone�s attention once again.

�I see most of you have pocket-watches or something close to one.� Let�s move on then.�

Most of the transfigurations we have covered in past years have dealt with
size, colour, shape.. we have
altered the configuration of substances somewhat � as in the case of the quill
before you.. or transfigured specific complex objects
or animals with dedicated spells � as with the pocket-watches you should have
remembered from last term, but now we will embark upon something a little more
advanced.��

�All the objects we have dealt
with thus far have been solid.� When you
begin to consider other mediums, such as liquid, air or even etheric forms � transfiguration becomes more complex.� You will soon see why.��

�I will give you each a block of
ice and I would like you to transfigure � not
melt, �I will know if you have used
a heat spell, the block of ice into a liquid state, retaining the original
shape and substance.��

He walked around the classroom
levitating small ice-cubes onto each desk as he went.�

Hermione frowned � she didn�t see
how this should be any trouble at all.� She
raised her wand and transfigured the cube into liquid..
which then promptly fell into a puddle on her
desk.�

Drat.

It would be easy to summon and levitate the water into the right shape.. but she thought that probably
wasn�t the answer.�

She saw everyone around her who
managed the transfiguration having similar problems. Beatrice was trying to use
a levitation spell to coax her water into cube form, although it wasn�t
behaving.�

�Well done Mr Riddle� Dumbledore
said quietly and Hermione whirled to see that a cube of liquid floated in front
of Tom, who held his wand on it in concentration.�

Damn it!�� How the hell did he do that.�

She looked at the puddle of water on her desk and gathered it together, trying
to make it form a cube.� Nobody else in
the class was managing either.�

�Alright.� I see you�ve all grasped the problem now�
Dumbledore said, returning to the front of the room. �Liquid does not have a natural
shape or state.� When you transfigured
the substance, it became undefined and took the most natural shape, which is
that of whatever contains it.� Tell them,
Mr Riddle, how you solved this
dilemma��

Tom smirked slightly. �I warded
the icecube in before I transfigured it��

Dumbledore nodded agreeably. �That
is one manner of solving the problem,
indeed.� There are others, of
course.�

This is.. somewhat of a cheat
� to use an external containment field. Perhaps
Mr Riddle, you might demonstrate next lesson another method without such a
�container�.. but let us move
on.��

Tom�s face tightened in anger
momentarily but the expression faded immediately.

�I would like you to transfigure
the liquid back into solid now.� Try, if
you would, to obtain as cubelike a form as you
can��

The class embarked with
frustration upon this task.� The water
didn�t want to take a cube shape.� If you
levitated it into a cube..ish..
shape it would fall while you were trying to
transfigure it.�

Hermione didn�t see how they were supposed to complete this task.� She saw tom�s ice cube floated but he looked
at it in dissatisfaction now that Dumbledore had accused him of using a
cheat-way around the task.�

Dumbledore was walking around the
classroom talking to the frustrated students.�

Hermione had an idea. �You do mine
and I�ll do yours� she whispered to Beatrice.�
The girl understood immediately and levitated her water into a cubish shape.�
Hermione transfigured it in mid air and a somewhat rounded cube of ice
hung there.� She looked at her gratefully
and lowered it to the desk. �They
repeated the process for Hermione�s water.�

�What have we here?!� Dumbledore�s voice wondered from behind them both.� �It looks like you have found a way to get
around the limitations of liquids.� What
did you do?��

Hermione looked over her shoulder
nervously, up at the man who was certainly no older now than Severus had been
in her time. Dumbledore�s quick blue eyes twinkled at her knowingly and his
small red goatee twitched as he smiled.

�Um.. we ..cooperated, sir.�
Sorry.� We couldn�t find a way
around the problem��

He chuckled. �I thought as much,
Miss Schiller.� That is no problem.� It is.. as you see � a solution too.�
But.. as I told Mr
Riddle - perhaps next lesson you might demonstrate to me a better solution.��

He moved on and for the rest of
the lesson lectured them about properties of liquids and solids in
transfiguration.�

He was an entertaining lecturer and Hermione realised she was glad to have had
the chance to have him as a teacher rather than a headmaster.� She listened eagerly but toward the end of
the lesson found her mind wandering slightly, against her own will.�

She wondered what Dumbledore had looked like when he was younger.� When he was her age.�

When he was with Grindelwald.. her mind supplied.� Looking at Tom with his golden locks made her
wonder what a young Dumbledore might look like, entwined around him as Severus
had been entwined around her Tom.�

It occurred to her vaguely that
she could find out what a young
Dumbledore looked like.. if
she wanted.� She could-..�

She bit the thought off furiously.�

�Centre of the sun. Centre of the
sun.� Stop meddling in
things.� Don�t use it again, damn it� she
cursed herself.

Shortly thereafter class finished
and she farewelled Beatrice politely and left,
uncertain really where to go now.�

She thought on her homework in runes and the task Dumbledore had set her in
transfiguration but neither really appealed.�
She didn�t want to wander around alone either, in case more groupies of
the Gryffindor or Slytherin heroes jumped her.

Reluctantly she wandered back up
to the library and pulled some books on ancient runes, reviewing what she�d
learned in class and reading further for a few chapters. Then she dragged out
some texts on transfiguration and looked for solutions to the solid/liquid
problem.�

It was already dinnertime when she finally dragged herself out of the library
again, checking out a couple of the transfiguration texts.� She was also curious whether the air to
parchment thing was actually possible and hoped one of them might mention
something about it.�

She headed down to the Great Hall
reluctantly and, sighing, seated herself alone in a gap between two groups at
the middle of the long table, far, far,
from Tom and his ..compatriots.�

She didn�t even look in his direction but simply served her plate, ate with her
head lowered, ignoring the whispers and comments around her and the eyes she
felt on her back, and left with her books for the dungeons, not staying for
dessert.�

Down in her room she found a large
pile of texts but also a small trunk in front of her bed.�

Opening it, she discovered clothing, a selection of skirts, blouses,
nightdresses and underwear, a couple of pairs of shoes, some socks, several
jerseys and cardigans.�

She smiled, relieved she wouldn�t have to live in just
her uniform.�

After she had taken a shower, she
got ready for bed and retired early, closing the curtains around her bed and
warding herself in thoroughly.� Then she
read the transfiguration text for a while, ignoring the sounds of her roommates
when they eventually came in an hour or so later, talking and giggling
loudly.� She cast a silencing charm and
attended to her reading.�

Eventually she went to sleep, the
book cradled in her arms like a teddybear.�

The next day when she woke, the
room was empty.� It seemed Marta was not
interested in waking her if there was no chance of using her to weasel her way
into Tom�s presence.�� Such
a nice girl.

Oh yes.� Slytherin
was just FULL of really lovely people.

She checked her timetable.� Arithmancy, charms, runes and astronomy.� Bleah.� She didn�t feel
like any of those subjects today.� And if
she didnt hurry, she was going to be late for arithmancy.� A tempus
spell informed her that she had missed the first half of breakfast
already.�

By the time she was ready she only
just had time to rush up to the arithmancy room on
the fourth floor and arrive before Madame Le Gaut.�

As it turned out Madame Le Gaut was even stricter
than Professor Sinistra had been.

Hermione kept her head down and calculated like her life depended upon it.�

Septimus,
Abraxas and Cygnus were in the class with her and all
three ignored her completely, arriving after her and sitting on the other side
of the room, talking amongst themselves.�

When she submitted her work,
Madame Le Gaut looked it over and offered her a wan
smile.�

�Your logic is correct but your presentation leaves much to be desired.� Please work on your untidiness in
future.��

Hermione gritted her teeth,
hearing Abraxas snigger from somewhere behind her and
thanked the old bat politely before hurrying off to her next class.�

This pattern continued in runes
and then in charms.� Unfortunately, as
these were Slythendor rather than Slythenclaw
mixed classes, she couldn�t very well sit down with someone outside of her own
house.� She ended up sitting in the back
of the room miserably, next to a snarling Slytherin
she didn�t know and who obviously didn�t want her anywhere near her.�

Tom was brilliant in charms and
the teacher, Professor Peloris � an old fellow with a
mass of grey hair and a beard down to his knees, obviously thought the sun
shone out of Tom�s posterior.� He called
on him for nearly every single question and Slytherin
was awarded a total of fifty points before the class was over.�

By the time she�d sat through a lonely
lunch and a free period in the library she was really not in the mood for
astronomy.� In fact she was beginning to
think she wasn�t really suited for Hogwarts at all anymore.�

The mere idea that she could be somewhere actually working on practical applications.. that she could be somewhere
without a uniform, where she could rise when she wanted and eat when she felt
like it.. and naturally.. where
the stupid cliquey melodramas of student life were far from her concern..was very, very, appealing.�

She wondered about getting home again.�

Perhaps it was as simple as the wizard of oz.. if she just wished to go back there and pulled as much magic
as she could.. maybe she�d just wake up in Tom�s bed
again and he�d let her do as she pleased.��

She didn�t think she wanted to
work with Severus anymore.� At all.�

While the blood bond was making her pine for and therefore
forgive, Rodolphus � the same effect was not occurring for Severus.� When she next saw him she would exact painful
revenge, she was absolutely decided.�

AND he would never bloody put that necklace on her again.� She�d kill anyone who tried it!�

She would not be chained up helpless
like a dog.� She had had access to her
magic for an entire week and quite apparently the world had not ended.� She was damned if she would submit to helplessless ever again.�

Ignoring her own internal
resistance she forced herself through the corridors and up the stairs to the
astronomy tower.�

She was somewhat early and only two other students were up there waiting,
neither of whom she knew.� One was a Ravenclaw and the other a Slytherin
so they were standing very far apart and pretending not to see each other.�

She ignored both and went to the
edge of the tower, looking out over the view.�

It was a partly sunny day, the clouds
sweeping in from the north promised showers later in the evening and there was
that first faint scent in the air that hinted at the oncoming autumn.� She leaned against the balustrade and sighed.�

A chirrp
made her shreck back in shock.�

The parrot whistled at her from a little further down the balustrade as if
amused and sat quite amiably, not in the least trying to grab her.

The Ravenclaw
boy came over, interested.�

�Wow. Thats a vosmaeri isn�t it?�
You can tell by the colouring.. How did it get here?!��

Hermione shrugged.� �I dont know.� I�ve seen a few of them lately though��

The bird chattered as if
complaining at her. It raised a leg revealing a string hanging down.�

After some hesitation she retrieved the object on the end of the string, which
seemed to be a tiny phial wrapped in a scroll.�
Ignoring the Ravenclaw�s curious demands to
see what it was she put it in her pocket.�

The bird chirped again and edged
closer to her.�

Uneasily, afraid she would be whisked away the moment she touched it, she
stroked its breast gently with the back of her finger.� It trilled happily and then fluttered off,
curving up above the roof of the astronomy tower out of sight before a faint
white flash announced its departure.

She moved away, probably quite
rudely, from the Ravenclaw who was banging on about
birds and climates and his auntie. When she turned around, Septimus
was standing there looking at her with suspicious ire.

�How long have you been standing there?� she wondered
aloud.�

�Don�t speak to me, halfblood� was his only response as he strutted off toward
the other side of the room to stand next to the other Slytherin.

She sagged against the
parapet.� That long huh..
she thought dismally.

As soon as Tom arrived Septimus would tell him about
the parrot and then he�d be pissed off.�
He�d almost certainly demand whatever it was that she had in her pocket
now and he might even punish her for touching the bird when he�d told her
specifically not to.�

Well that sucked...

She stood apart from the other
students as they all gathered and as soon as the professor � a tiny woman with
bright orange hair � came in she immediately approached her, asking to be
excused from class due to.. female..problems.�

The wiry little woman looked at her cynically, obviously not believing a jot of it, but allowed her to leave even so. �

She escaped into the corridor not
looking back once to see the expression on Tom�s face.�

Downstairs she skidded into a run,
heading for somewhere she thought Tom would not immediately look for her � a
small defunct staircase at the top of the fifth floor that led to a small dusty
old platform just under the roof.�

She�d sometimes come here in her time when she wanted to be alone (and cry).. when Ron was being a git.��

Casting a small light orb she took
out the scroll wrapped object in her pocket and unfurled it carefully.�

It was much longer than the last missives and written in tiny script, the curls
and flourishes on the letters delicate.�

She wondered whether it had been written at full size and then shrunk
down.�

She read:� �Maia, I
know that my last message to you was intercepted. Your young wizard harmed my
familiar and I will no longer allow you to bring him with you here.

I had thought you his mistress, or an equal..perhaps a
lover..but from what I have learned, you are his
servant.

That changes many things.� There is no
reasoning with a boy such as he.�

If I must destroy him to claim you, I shall do so.�

I think you do not know me well.� Perhaps
if you knew me better.. you
might make the right choice.

I have sent for this reason a memory for you. If you lack a pensieve
you can..absorb it.. it will
not harm you.�

In future Mencius � my parrot � will only come to you if your master is absent.
I await your response, schaetzchen.��

She finished reading the message
and unexpectedly it flared into flame and incinerated itself into fine grey ash
in half a second.

�Ok... that was a bit mission impossible� she thought to herself.

Raising the tiny phial she
inspected it cautiously.� It was a
miniature ornate royal blue bottle with a glass screw cap.�

It was quite a pretty thing actually.�
She tilted it and saw the pearly sheen of liquid within.� A small amount of liquid.� Perhaps a thimbleful.�

The thought of �absorbing� anything that Grindelwald
might send her was unacceptable.� She
needed a pensieve.�

Slipping the bottle back into her
pocket she crept down the stairs, thinking to go to the room of
requirement.�

She was halfway down the empty
corridor when debilitating pain shot through her arm up to her back and then
down her spine.� She crashed to her knees
unexpectedly, crying out and gripping her arm at the elbow as if to cut off the
blood flow.

Like it would help.� Tom was pissed off it seemed. It was all she
could do to take out the little bottle and levitate it up to the roof, hiding
it in the rafters.�

She could barely move and she had the strong foreboding that Tom would be here
very soon. If anything the pain was increasing.

She let herself sink down to her side on the floor, curling into a ball and
gripping her agonizing arm.. it
was like a localized and heightened form of the cruciatus
that flared out from her forearm affecting the rest of her body.

It seemed like an age before she
heard the sound of slow approaching footsteps.�
One person. She could feel it was him.�

�Oh Hermione..�
Tom said chidingly and her hair stood on end at the use of her real name.

�Did you think I would not find out? You are never alone, no matter how it may seem.� There is always someone watching over
you.�

I told you not to touch that thrice
damned bird.. and what do I
discover?� You accepted another
message.� Give it to me!��

He crouched down beside her shaking agonized form and the pain abated enough
so that she could talk and move.

She looked up at him pleadingly

�It destroyed itself after I
finished reading it. �It said he knew you
intercepted the last one and he wouldn�t allow you to come to him after you
shot his bird and that he thought I was your equal but now he has learned somehow that I�m your servant
and he�ll kill you since someone like
you can�t be reasoned with!!�

She blurted it all out in one long string of words and Tom blinked in surprise
and made her repeat it all slowly.�

The pain in her arm faded away to a mere ache.�

Tom sighed, looking down at her.

�Don�t worry.� He will not kill me either.�
Come.. sit up.� Come here.��

She complied and he put his arms
around her and pulled her close, rocking her slightly.

�You know I had to punish you, don�t
you?� Your behaviour has been
unacceptable � taking the message against my explicit orders and then leaving
class, where you knew I would be
waylaid, in order to read it.

How am I to deal with this?!..�

Now that you will not be among my group, I must rely on other�s reports of your
actions.��

She said nothing and let herself
be rocked.� After a time he sighed.

�I must go.� You are to attend all your
classes and keep your head down exactly as you have been.��

At this she looked up at him
distressed. �But..how long?!� You said-.. � she wanted to cry.�

Didn�t he want her at all anymore?!

Tom smirked. �Hush.. I will not reward your insubordination with the honour of
my affections.�

Prove to me that you are capable of obeying me and on the weekend I will find a
way for us to be together.�

She crumbled and bowed her
head.� �I don�t want to be here
anymore.� I thought I wanted to be back
at Hogwarts for so long..but i
hate it.� I hate everything about it.. I hate my dormmates and I hate
the classes.. I hate meals in the great hall.. all of the professors are horrid
and I don�t see the point of NEWTs at all anymore.

I just want to go home..�

Toms hand was around her neck
before she could think and he wrenched her head back by her plait.�

His face was a black snarl.�

�You are NEVER going back!� Do you
hear?!� NEVER.� You will stay here with me and You. Will. Obey!�

She didn�t want to but found
herself starting to cry.� He released her
in disgust, standing and turning on his heel. He spoke in a low threatening
voice. �I don�t want to hear you talking about �going back�..
it�s not going to happen.� This is where you belong now.��

Without another glance at her he strode off down the corridor and was soon
gone.��

She sat there, with her knees
pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped around them and cried for a while.

She really did just want to go home now.�

But eventually she cried herself out and after sitting staring at the wall for
a long time she summoned the bottle back down from the rafters and pocketed it,
scourgifying the tears from her cheeks.� Her eyes would still be puffy but she simply
removed and reapplied the glamour and was good as new again.�

The room of requirement was the
next destination if she wanted to understand what it was that Grindelwald had sent her.

Walking back and forth in front of
the wall she asked for a secure place to view a memory.� When she opened the door she was comforted to
find herself back in Tom�s viewing room.�

The door behind her closed with a decidedly heavy sound and she turned to find
large metal braces bolting themselves over the door. �Nobody would be entering anytime soon, she
smirked.�

The next thing she did was to
utilize a tiny amount of raw magic and heal the blasted green spots from all
over her face � there was no need to go through life glamoured
� she might run into someone in the bathroom tomorrow if she didn�t sleep in
and then everyone would talk about it within the hour.

It took almost no effort at all to remove the spots. She was certain now that
it was becoming easier to use her ability.

She moved to the wide shallow
pensive and sat down, tipping the miniscule splotch of memory into the
bowl.�

It unfurled and curled around like a strange silvery minnow, growing rapidly
larger.� She leaned over, watching it
coil and flow and finally, taking a deep breath, she dipped a finger in the
pensive.

She found herself standing in a
beautiful garden.� Exotic flowers and
plants grew in all the colours of the rainbow.�

It was not a jungle, although there was a certain chaotic disorder to the many
different, bizarre and thoroughly incompatible plant species.

�Maia..�
a voice said deep and soft behind her.�

She whirled and Grindelwald stood, in a royal blue and black robe with a sable
furred cloak, bent over slightly inspecting a peculiar sky blue funnelled
bloom.�

�Come and see this..� he urged her.�

She knew he couldn�t see her.. he must have created this memory
purely for her.�

She was therefore safe.. although
it was a bit creepy to have someone talk to her in a memory � he was obviously
in this place talking to himself and thinking of her watching it.�

She went over to look at the
flower he was indicating.�

Inside the horn of the sky blue lilly she saw a tiny
purple and blue furred figure curled up sleeping, like a fairy but much
smaller.� It looked like a tiny miniature
boy with big fuzzy hair on his head and short fur on the rest of his body.�

�It is a sprite� he
explained.� �I have only recently managed
to create a place they might live.. they
are such sensitive creatures.� They do
not take well to humans.��

He stood and looked about the
large environment.� She looked up and
realised it was a greenhouse of sorts.

�There are dozens of them here
now.� They are quite happy. I have given
them everything they want and they live here without predators.��

�Sometimes they let me catch sight
of one of them.��

�I will leave them dandelion honey
and pomegranate jelly later for allowing me to make a memory of this one for
you.� Come..��

The curly haired man turned and strode away through the foliage.� She followed after quickly.�

He passed through a tall arched door and strode through the room, through
several icy opulent rooms till he reached a golden stair, which he descended.�

Below he paced along a white ice corridor to a silver door.� She followed after him as he left the door
open.

Inside she gasped and wrapped her
arms around herself in shock.�

A black haired Tom hung from
golden chains on the wall, his face looked bruised and he wore a shredded black
robe.�

An unnatural expression of terror haunted his features.�

She had never seen Tom wear that expression, not when he was being raped and
beaten in the orphanage.. not
even when he had been distraught at the possibility of Severus dying.� This tom looked mortally afraid.�

�I am sorry Maia, that I must show
you this..� Grindelwald
said, leaning against the wall on the right side of the room casually, his face
turned toward the centre of the room � the effect was such that it felt like he
was looking at her.�

She almost wanted to speak to him � tell him to stop this..
not to hurt this boy who looked like tom.�

�It is a glamour of course.. The boy is simply some young fellow who was in the wrong
place and dared to cross me.

...As your young man has.. your master...

�And so I will show you what I will do to
him if you do not come to me.� And then
perhaps you will come and I will not have to kill your ..Tom.. after
all.��

He pulled out an object from his pocket
that looked like a tight little spring.�
Shaking it out it became a thin golden cord.� But unlike a cord it flicked and coiled and
writhed like a snake.�

Grindelwald stroked it with his thumb smiling
slightly and then he tossed it at the chained tom on the wall.

The boy was silencioed
and screamed unheard as the golden cord flew to him and immediately burrowed
into his skin.�

Hermione shivered.� She could see the raised line of it moving
around his neck.�

The Tom lookalike screamed and screamed in panic fighting against the manacles.

The gold snake twisted up and over
his jaw onto his cheek and then came out his wide mouth, only to delve back
into his flesh on his chin and burrow back down, digging through his skin down
his neck and onto his chest where the raised line of it dipped down and
vanished.� The figure of Tom started to
cough blood in between his silent cries.��

Grindelwald
sighed.� �Such a
strange little toy. But let us move on.� He flicked his wand and a long
white glowing whip emerged from the end.�

She pressed her fists to her mouth
moaning in horror while Tom�s flesh was burned and cut away till he was a mass
of blood, bone and quivering exposed raw muscle.�

And still the little golden cord wound in and out of him here and there.��

The boy�s..Tom�s.. head hung exhausted and in agony, even as his mouth moved in
pleas that Hermione knew were not for healing but for the most permanent kind
of release possible.�

And Grindelwald obliged.� The golden cord crawled up his body, coming
out through his jugular and then diving back in through his eye socket.� His spasming
shaking suggested that it was mincing his brain.�

Then he was still.�

Dripping and hanging and dead and still Tom.��

She backed up frantically, choking
down the bile that was rising in her throat and coughing in horror and
disgust.�

That was.. THE
worst thing she had ever seen.. it was worse than anything she�d
seen in the dark lords domain.�

Worse than Bill Weasley..�

It was ..inhuman...��

She had to drop to her knees,
turning away from the poor wretch that Grindelwald
had used purely as an example to her, whose death had not even been for his own
merit but in proxy of someone he�d never met.

And the man hadn�t even dirtied his hands.�

He strode out of the room with the same cool elegant composure as he�d had
while he was showing her sprites in the greenhouse.�

She struggled to her feet and trailed after him helplessly on shaking knees as
he went back upstairs and made his way through several rooms and to another
staircase, which chimed in light crystal tones as he climbed it, its glassy
steps suspended by golden threads.

She pulled herself up it on hands and knees almost. �

Upstairs he walked along a
corridor till he came to a room.�

She was disturbed to find it a
bedroom when she caught up to him.�

Of course.� Naturally.� Shades of Lucius,
she thought as the blond psychotic despot sat down on the edge of the bed to
remove his boots.� He looked down,
attending to their buckles as he spoke.

�You are angry with me.. and afraid.� Grindelwald
said to his boots.�

�I wish I did not have to show you that terrible thing..but
I promise you.. this and much more I will do to your
Thomas marvolo...that is Tom Marvolo Riddle.. if
you do not come to me.�

It is pointless to fight me, Maia. I am closer than you know.��

His boots and stockings removed
the man stood, removing his cloak, which flew through a door into what Hermione
assumed must be his dressing room.� He
started to unfasten his robes.�

�I will take you by force if you
remain in Hogwarts.. I will destroy the school..

...but I do not wish to do that.� I would
much rather you come to me willingly.��

�I want for you to bend beneath me
sweetly.. but I will break you if you leave me no other
choice.�

He removed his royal blue and
black robe, revealing a broad strong well formed chest covered in sparse dark
blonde curled hair.� He wore black
trousers.� These came off soon after too.

He pulled down black underpants with the trousers and then he stood before her in
all his glory, so to speak.�

�I wish for you to see me...to know
me as a man.� I will please you more than
your ..boy...

I am a master in these arts.�

He clicked his fingers and a corn-blonde
girl stepped out of his dressing room shyly.�

She was not the blonde he had been with in Berlin, she
was smaller, very young, more petite. A mere slip of a girl.
�

About her own height, Hermione reckoned, already anticipating what would come
next.�

Grindelwald
summoned the young girl and she walked over, looking a bit afraid and
overawed.�

He whispered in her ear and she frowned but nodded.�

Then he glamoured her to look like Hermione herself.�

She took a deep disturbed breath
looking at her own face, her own image � the girl had slightly smaller breasts
� but the match was not that
dissimilar.�

Grindelwald
pulled the young girl gently to him and kissed her tenderly.�

She could see he had hardened since he�d applied the glamour to her and now he
picked her up and carried her to the bed as if she were made of air.��

Hermione backed up and leaned
against the wall shocked and perturbed as she watched the man pamper every part
of the young girl and tease her to gasping joyful climax after climax.�

He hadn�t even penetrated her yet.� Not
even with a finger.. she
could see he was using some kind of spell on her at times that made the girl moan
and cry out in pleasure.�

Swallowing she rested her head
back against the wall. This was very bad.�
Thank god she hadn�t shown Tom this � he would have gone absolutely mental.�

On the bed, Grindelwald was licking the girl, who was
apparently enjoying this to an astoundingly enthusiastic degree.�

She banished the momentary curiosity that flitted through her mind like a
traitorous shark in the placid waters.��

Watching the two was
unnerving.�

The horrible..horrible..
man was ..um.. quite passionate..

and indeed very experienced in wringing pleasure from
the female body it seemed.�

The girl was begging him to take her, pulling at him and pleading but he pulled
away then and merely knelt, looking down at her with lust and stroked himself until he came.�

Hermione discovered she was
slightly disappointed.� She�d wondered
how he..um..well.. anyway it was probably good that he�d stopped. Definitely. �

The girl looked heartbroken.�

He scourgified
them both and dismissed her and she walked away slowly, looking back with
longing even as the glamour fell away and she left the room.�

Grindelwald
turned then and got off the bed, lifting the covers and tossing some of the
pillows to the floor at the foot of the bed carelessly.�

He got in, sighing and lay, his arms folded behind his neck.� He stared apparently discontentedly at the
ceiling and then closed his eyes.

His voice was soft.. and she
had to move nearer to hear him.�

�I did not take the girl because
she was not you.� I cannot get you out of
my mind.� It must be an enchantment of
some kind.� I find suddenly I want no
other.

You must come to me Maia.� I will tear
the world apart to have you here with me. �

My bed is empty.. this
fortress is empty.. though it is filled with pleasures.

Come to me, Maia.. I will make you happy.� There will be no death if you come..��

He sounded wistful and white fog began to blur the edges of everything as she
fell out of the pensieve again to lean back,
breathing fast, on the sofa.�

�Well.. that was
intense.� What the hell do I do now?!� she asked herself.�

With her wand she collected up the
memory and replaced it in the tiny bottle and then had the room open up to the
crowded junk filled place where things were hidden.� She placed the bottle inside a pillow that
lay discarded behind some paintings and then returned the room to her own
bedroom to take a long, somewhat haunted, bath.�

The idea that Grindelwald
was closer than she knew kept repeating in her mind.� What did that mean?!�

He threatened to destroy Hogwarts.� She
should go to professor Dumbledore � or Dippet.. or at least to Tom.�

But she didn�t want to explain to Tom how she knew and if she went to Dumbledore
or Dippet she�d need to explain why and how the most
powerful dark wizard in the world had suddenly developed an irrational
obsession with her.�

She suspected the small fact that
she a) had lied about her age, her name, her background, b) had apparated to Berlin
last week just asking for trouble and c) was a bloody conduit and therefore capable of destroying them all effortlessly..
might not put them necessarily firmly on her
side.��

That was..
of course.. another idea.� She
could just go and kill Grindelwald herself...�

That was an option.� It wouldn�t be hard..

except that Grindelwald was
not killed.� He was defeated by
Dumbledore and interred in his own castle.�
It was a known historical fact. It was accepted by everyone.

And since going to Dumbledore and asking him to please hurry up and go and lock
up the boy..well man now.. he supposedly loved.. was only going to force her to confront points a, b and c �
she couldn�t do that either.��

Eventually she got out of the bath
and went back to her room.�

She required some parchment, a
quill and ink and then sat down to write a letter.�

It began �Dear Gellert...�

After she
had finished writing she folded the letter into a paper plane and had the room
open a door into Nurmengard.�

The
moment she opened the door alarms went off both in Hogwarts and, she could
hear, in Nurmengard also.�

She stood
in her black fluffy towel, with wet hair, blinking in shock at the distant
form, equally shocked, of Grindelwald, two rooms
away, and tossed the paper plane through the doorway, slamming the door
immediately.�

The
alarms in Hogwarts did not end when the door closed and she panicked, quickly
summoning her clothing and dressing.�

A bang at
the R.o.R door informed her that someone, probably
more than one someone, was very interested in the current goings on inside the
room of requirement.�

She quickly wished a new door into existence, that
opened into the abandoned fifth floor corridor where she had been earlier with
Tom.�

She
wished her room away, transforming it into an empty white room even as she
darted through the door and heard a blasting spell being used on the entrance
to the room of requirement.�

Slamming
the door she ran at full speed to the side stairwell, pelting down it like the
clappers all the way to the third floor where she transfigured her towel into a
robe and disillusioned herself before racing along the entire length of the
floor, past the Gryffindor common room entrance and to the shifting
stairwells.�

These were not moving and she ended up having to double back and take the
secret passage down to the ground floor where she could dash out translucent
and practically fly to the dungeons.

The
shield wouldn�t open so she had to use one of the alternate secret entrances
but finally..finally... she reached her bed and plunged
under the covers, dressed and shaking, terrified that at any second the entire
Hogwarts staff and aurors and Grindelwald
and Tom would all descend upon her
and tear her to pieces.

When she
had lay, unmoving for almost an hour she crawled cautiously back out of bed,
took off her robe and put on her nightdress.�

A tempus showed that it was almost half an hour after dinner should have
finished but not so very late that the empty state of her dorm room was
unthinkable.� Everyone was probably
elsewhere.�

She got into bed.�

The
voices of her roommates coming in woke her later.�

She cast a tempus.� Almost
midnight.� That was late.�

It became apparent why they were so late when she listened to their complaints
and gossipy wonderings.�

Apparently
they had been at dinner when the ward breech alarms sounded and the Grand Hall
had been locked and protected by the castle while the professors were searching
for the source of the threat.�

Hermione
wondered idly why the alarms hadn�t gone off when she�d opened portals in Berlin
and America..

perhaps it was something about the warding on the other
end.. or maybe

.. she gave up speculating.�

The
students hadn�t been released from the great hall till a few minutes ago it
seemed.�

Hermione
felt a bit guilty.� Well.. guilty and hungry.� But mainly guilty.�� She pulled the covers up higher over her ears
and tried to go to sleep.�

Then her
mark burned.�

�Gah!� she thought.�
�No.� I�m comfortable.� Amalthea and
Antonia are standing out there chatting.�
I am not under any
circumstances going to get up and bloody wander down to a cold drafty secret lair and receive a stern talking to or any
kind of further punishment.��

The
burning increased to a painful level over the next few minutes.�

�Shit.�
She cursed under her breath.

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