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The Danger of Pretending to be Someone Else	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 17007 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Okay, so now this chapter has been looked through twice. Thanks for your help Ankoku Dezaia and MrsMalfoy288!

And thanks for the review Heidi191976! You observation is very clever and… well, you’ll see what happens! Okay, end of rambling, on with story!

Chapter 5 – When everything falls apart, where do you go?

“Hermione? Hermione!”

Someone was shaking her out of her unconsciousness, but Hermione didn’t want to wake up. She felt all dizzy and sick.

“Hermione, you have to wake up and tell us what happened!” That sounded like Remus, her old teacher. It would be awfully rude of her not to answer a question asked by a teacher.

Slowly she opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ceiling of her room. What had happened? Voldemort had been here. They had kissed and… and… then everything had turned black. Her hand flew to her left arm where she hid her wand. It was gone.

Her eyes flew around the room before it stopped on Remus who was looking at her with worried eyes.

“Where is he?” she growled.

Remus closed his eyes for a second and sighed. “You don’t know either?”

“Would I be laying here unconscious if he had told me?” she asked, getting angrier by the second. How could he do this? Just pretend they were going to have sex and then knock her out! How stupid she was for falling for it.

“Can you sense him with the bond of yours?” Remus asked.

Hermione closed her eyes and went to the back of her mind. There was something there, but very vague. Had he found a way to block her out completely? “I can barely sense him. I don’t know if I’ll be able to locate him. Maybe when he gets tired.” She would locate him. She would locate him and when she did, she would go there and give him a piece of her mind. How dare he use her like that?

“I need to tell Dumbledore about this. Are you okay?” Remus asked and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Of course I’m not okay, Voldemort tricked me!” Hermione growled and stood up. She needed coffee. Then, she was going to find Voldemort and beat every inch of his life.

Unfortunately, when Lord Voldemort didn’t want to be found, it appeared to be quite difficult to find him. Hermione tried to Apparate to him, but since she couldn’t sense him so well, she ended up at the strangest location; an attic, in the sewers and in an empty men’s room at a bar. If Voldemort was somewhere nearby, he hid very well and the next time she tried to sense him, he was somewhere else.

She searched all night and when morning came, she gave up and returned to Grimmauld Place. Sooner or later, something would happen that would make her feel him more strongly. She would wait until that happened.

No one was at the house when she returned so she took a long shower to ease her tension. She felt confused, angry and guilty. During the night, she remembered the words he had whispered just before he knocked her out; I’m sorry. Why did he say that? And why did it make her feel a little better about herself? Oh, well, she knew that if he said he was sorry, at least it wasn’t her he found unappealing but that didn’t make her guilt any better. She was supposed to guard Voldemort, and yes, Dumbledore said that she had to keep him happy, but that didn’t mean she should lower her guard! However, what did Dumbledore think would happen? She was only human, and a heterosexual woman. Being locked inside a house with a handsome and charming psychopath wasn’t like guarding a dog. Dumbledore must have known he would get under her skin!

When Hermione stepped out from the shower, she started to build up anger against Dumbledore. This was really all his fault. He was the one who insisted she would guard Voldemort. He was the one who had given Voldemort a day to work out a plan to wipe out all the Death Eaters and thereby end his own efficiently. Now when she thought about it, it was obvious why Voldemort escaped. Of course he would not just sit around and wait for Dumbledore to be done with him.

Hermione dressed and went down to the kitchen to find more coffee. She was tired after being up all night, but knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. When she saw Dumbledore, Harry and Remus sitting at the table, she stopped in the doorway.

“Ah, Hermione,” Dumbledore said. “Would you care to join us for some breakfast?”

Slowly, she went over to the table and sat down and Milly came in with a cup of coffee.

“Any news?” Dumbledore asked after she had taken a sip.

“Nothing,” she mumbled.

“Oh, well, he is due to surface sometime. We will just wait until the right moment.” Dumbledore sounded awfully cheerful for someone who had just lost his biggest prisoner. It was almost as if he… it hit Hermione like a flash of lighting.

“You knew he would escape!” she gasped, hitting herself for not seeing it before. Of course Dumbledore wasn’t stupid enough to think that Voldemort would be a good boy and just do what he was asked. “Why on earth did you let him escape?”

Harry and Remus squirmed in their seats and Hermione realised they had known what was going to happen. That made her feel betrayed, even if she logically knew that no one could give her any information because of her bond to Voldemort.

“You have to understand, Hermione,” Remus said with an uncomfortable look on his face. “At the moment both we and Voldemort have the same mission; to stop all the Death Eaters. However, we are tied to the law and before all the paperwork is done, half of them will have left the country. Voldemort is more… effective.”

Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Yes, and he may as well kill the whole family while he is at it!”

Now it was Dumbledore who answered. “Not necessarily. He will have to act quickly if he wants to… er… punish them all. Besides, the more who die; the greater chance that the rest of the Death Eaters will hear about it and flee.”

Hermione shock her head in disbelief. “And then what? You will just sit by and let him build a new army?”

“I thought you liked him,” Harry mumbled and looked down in his cup.

“I don’t like him,” she snapped at her friend. “I know what he is capable of doing.” Even though she did forget it most of the time when she was around him.

“We are aware of that, Hermione,” Dumbledore said calmly. “And as I said, sooner or later he will resurface and when he does, you can tell us were he is and then we will bring him in.”

“So I’m just a pawn in your twisted game, then?” She was too angry to stop herself from saying exactly what she thought. “You wanted me to be alone with him here so I’d get to know him better and strengthen the bond between us, didn’t you? Do you get off on using us like dolls in-”

“That’s enough, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore interrupted her sternly. “If you haven’t noticed, we are at war.”

Hermione flew up, furious. “I have noticed. I just never saw that I was fighting for the devil.” She walked up to her own room and brushed away some tears of anger. This day just kept getting worse. She had always known that Dumbledore was using them for the best of the Order, it just never occurred to her how coldly he did it. His ways reminded her of Voldemort.

She didn’t realise she was being followed until someone put a hand on her shoulder. She flew up and saw Harry standing behind her. He seemed worried and a little scared.

“I just… you seemed like you needed someone to talk too,” he said in a low voice.

Hermione looked at her friend, really looked at him. He sounded so understanding and mature and she realised that he was a man now, a young man. Even if he looked the same as he always had, his eyes held a wisdom she never noticed before. It made her calm down somewhat. She knew Harry was ready to listen to her.

So she spilled it all out. How she and Voldemort almost had sex and how he had flirted. How used she felt now and how angry she was. It came so easily and Hermione realised how much she had missed talking to someone for these past weeks when she first had been alone and then with Voldemort. Somewhere during the talk, she began to cry. When she was done, Harry was holding her closely and comforted her.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked.

Hermione sighed and wiped her tears away. “I don’t know.”

They were quiet.

“I think I want to go to my parents for a while,” she finally said. “Just… get away from everything.”

“Yeah, that sounds reasonable,” Harry mumbled. “You could probably use a break to… figure out things.”

Hermione knew he meant that she should figure out what an evil bastard Voldemort really was and stop thinking about fucking him. She smiled a little. Merlin, she really needed to get away from this before it made her insane.

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“Miss Granger didn’t take it as well as you hoped?” Severus asked with a smug face.

Dumbledore scowled at his colleague where they sat in the Potions Master’s quarters. “Voldemort seems to have more influence on her than I anticipated. She says she needs a break from everything.”

“Ah, which means you won’t be able to monitor her for any signs of the Dark Lord,” Severus remarked and poured up another glass of brandy to himself. It was one of his cheaper kinds. Since he wasn’t a double spy anymore he hardly ever felt the need to comfort-drink.

“I’m afraid Voldemort will try to contact her again if she is alone,” Dumbledore confessed and leaned forward in the armchair.

“Where had she planned to retreat?”

“Her parents.”

Severus sighed. “She will have no protection there at all. Haven’t you told her how many Death Eaters wish to kill her because they think she has kidnapped the Dark Lord?”

“No, not yet. When I saw her yesterday she didn’t seem willing to listen to anything I had to say,” the Headmaster said with a grim face.

Severus looked at the older man, wondering what he was planning. “When will you tell her?”

“I had hoped you would be willing to do that, and put up the wards that you find necessary to protect the family.” Severus knew his boss well enough to know that it wasn’t a question, it was an order.

“I will leave tonight, then,” he said. “But I don’t think Miss Granger will be happy to see me.”

“No, but I know you will do what it takes anyway,” Dumbledore said firmly.

The Potions Master sighed. Yes, he always seemed to do whatever it took, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

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When Hermione arrived at her parents’ house she wasn’t sure how she was going to act. Both her parents noticed immediately that something had happened, but since she never actually told them how deeply involved she was in the war, she ended up telling them she had had a fight with her boyfriend and just wanted to get away from everything for a while. Her parents believed her, even if her father, Hugo, seemed a little uncomfortable about finding out she had a boyfriend.

She spent the first day walking around in the house to see what had changed. She hadn’t been here in over three months and her mother, Rose, had finally come around to redecorating their old funky basement. Since her father loved books as much as she did, Hermione was pleased to find a lot of bookshelves down there. Her mother had made it very cosy with a big blue sofa on the wooden floor and a big dark brown table with a jar of candy on top of it. Despite being a dentist, Hugo had a major sweet tooth. But as he said, since he brushed and flossed regularly, it wasn’t the condition of his teeth he needed to worry about, but the size of his waist. Then he would laugh and take another piece of candy.

In the evening, Hermione helped her father get dinner ready and they were just about to sit down to eat when a knock was heard at the front door.

Hugo sighed. “It’s probably Mrs Wonkers who lost her cat again.” Hugo was a very helpful soul even if he did look a bit intimidating. He was very tall, over six foot five with a wide chest and a little too much of a stomach. His short hair was just as curly and wild as Hermione’s but his friendly green eyes could calm down most people. Hugo left the table and a moment later, he called Hermione’s name.

Hermione grew cold for a moment. If it was for her, it meant it was someone from the wizarding world. But she made it perfectly clear to the Order that she wanted to be left alone. Had something happened? Or could it be…

She didn’t even have time to think his name before she reached the door and discovered Professor Snape standing there. Somehow, she felt disappointed.

“Expecting someone else, Miss Granger?” Snape asked, clearly seeing her disappointment.

“No,” she repeated dryly. “What are you doing here?”

Hugo, who was still standing next to the door, cleared his throat.

“Oh, sorry, dad, this is one of my former Professors, Severus Snape,” Hermione introduced as pleasantly as she could. “Professor, this is my father, Hugo Granger.”

Snape nodded. “I hope I’m not interrupting, but I could use a word, Miss Granger.”

“Actually, we were just starting dinner,” Hermione said. She didn’t want to talk to Snape or anyone really, right now.

“It will only take a minute,” Snape said slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Hugo placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and pushed her forward a little. “I’m sure we can keep your dinner hot for a minute, Hermione. Please, come in.”

Hugo made sure Snape closed the door behind him and then left them alone in the hallway. Hermione looked tiredly at her old Professor. “If Dumbledore wants me to come back, you can tell that old…”

Snape held up his hand. “Whatever flattery you are about to say, the Headmaster has no intension of forcing you back. He merely wants to ensure your safety while you are staying here.”

Hermione held out her chin. “Voldemort won’t harm me.”

“No, we don’t think he will. However, there are still Death Eaters who believe you have kidnapped the Dark Lord and seek revenge for it,” Snape said quickly and took out a wand from inside his robe. “And if I’m informed correctly, you don’t even have a wand.”

“I planned to get a new one in Diagon Alley tomorrow,” she muttered. “And this house already has protections.”

“We live in dangerous times, Miss Grangers,” Snape said and handed her the wand. “Take this for now. I’ll upgrade the protection on your house and then I advise you to check them every night.”

“Very well,” Hermione said and felt the wand in his hands. It felt… good. Almost like hers, only a little… rougher somehow. “Did Dumbledore buy this for me?”

“No, I… confiscated it some time ago,” Snape said, a smirk creeping up over his lips.

“Where?”

“At Malfoy mansion. It appears Malfoy has a habit of collecting wands from people he… imprisons.” Snape’s smirk grew wider.

She could feel her heart beat a little faster. “And who owned this?”

“Someone they thought was pretending to be the Dark Lord. Good night, Miss Granger.”

Hermione smirked as she closed the door and looked down at the wand. Well, this wasn’t more than fair, was it? Voldemort took her wand and now she had his. She tried to ignore that little voice inside her head that hoped he would come and try to get it. She didn’t want him to come here, she wanted to hunt him down and beat him! Liar, the little voice inside her head said, you want to finish what you started in that bed. Hermione huffed at herself and put the wand in her pocket. She didn’t see Snape, but she could feel how magic was being used outside. It was a little unsettling that Death Eaters were after her, but she had no doubt Snape’s wards would be effective. She could always add some of her own if she found them lacking.

“Hermione?” her mother called from the kitchen.

“Coming,” she called and went back to them.

The next morning, Hermione woke up to an empty house. It seemed like her parents had left for work without waking her up. She went to the kitchen and read the newspaper as she ate her breakfast. She almost choked when she read the article with the title Strange double murder on the tube. The police had found two bodies at the subway in the heart of London, no ID but both were dressed in black mantles and with a strange tattoo on their left arm. The police was thankful for any clue.

Dead Death Eaters. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. It seemed like Voldemort was doing exactly what Dumbledore wanted him to do and since the Ministry hadn’t had the time to stop this from being spotted by the Muggle Police, he must be doing it very well. The Ministry wouldn’t miss something like this in London if they didn’t have a lot of other things on their hands. She wondered how many more Death Eaters died last night. What was Voldemort doing right now? She tried to sense him, but the only thing she found was that he was feeling happy. That was another sign for many dead Death Eaters. How many did he have left? What would he do when he was done?

Those thoughts flew around in Hermione’s head all day. When evening came, it was her mother’s turn to cook and Hermione didn’t mind helping her with it. Hugo was a better cook than Rose, but Rose was good enough to make a pleasant pasta dish. It was funnier to cook with Rose since she always talked about everything in a happy tone. She was lean and had brilliant brown eyes like Hermione, but was a little shorter and had blond straight hair. When she was younger, Hermione had envied her mother for her hair. Rose didn’t have to spend fifteen minutes in the morning getting her hair in order. She usually just put it up in a ponytail and went to work. Thankfully, Hermione’s hair had become a little less bushy with age.

After dinner, Hugo challenged Hermione for a game of backgammon and they played until Rose reminded her husband that it was a work day tomorrow and how cranky he became when he was tired.

Not long after that, Hermione went to bed as well. However, sleep wouldn’t come. She tossed and turned for over an hour before she realised why. There was no one sleeping next to her and she wasn’t as exhausted as she had been last night. It seemed like she had grown used to Voldemort’s body heat and it felt so empty without him. Groaning, she gave up any thoughts of sleeping and lit the lamp. She had got it when she was ten and it had a motif of Sleeping Beauty on it. Sitting up, she looked around in her old room. The walls were bright yellow with a couple of paintings, one of a cartoon teddy bear in pyjamas and another of a cartoon horse. Over her bed was a poster of a map of the world and next to the bed stood a desk with some of her old school books on top. She got out of bed and went over to the bookshelf that was on the opposite side of the room. Reading the titles, she finally decided to reread a worn copy of Peter Pan. She had liked it a lot when she was younger.

With the book in her hand, she went back to bed and read until sleep finally overtook her. Nevertheless, she couldn’t really shake the feeling that something (or someone) was missing.

xxx

Voldemort breathed in the cold night air. He was a predator now. He didn’t need to reflect or analyse what he was doing. It was just hunting and killing. Something he was good at. Very, very good at. In the last week, he had found and executed thirty of his former Death Eaters. There weren’t many left now. He had saved the best for last. This night he would hunt down Antonin Dolohov, one of the seven who tortured him. After him it was just MacNair, Yaxley and Bella left. He had taken out the Lestrange brothers last night and Lucius was already in prison and he could just as well stay there and rot.

He would save Bella for last. She was the one who first doubted him. Her betrayal was also the one who hurt the most. For so long, she had been the only woman he cared to know in any intimate way. She had been submissive and yet so aggressive. Always coming when he wanted her and never leaving him unsatisfied. True, their last time together hadn’t been as pleasurable as it used to be. Somewhere along the line, Bella had become old and crazy. The truth was that he would probably not have got it up if it weren’t for the thoughts of Hermione.

Hermione… he missed her company. She was the opposite of Bella and yet she was the one he wanted now. Not in any romantic way, no, he never felt feeling like that and probably never would. He wanted her as a male wanted a female. With the bond they were sharing, he had started to consider her as his. It was just as with the basilisk at Hogwarts or any other snake he had been in contact with for a longer time. He was the alpha male and Hermione was the female he wanted and he would have her after he was done killing those who betrayed him.

He was sitting on a roof in Nottingham. Antonin was supposed to be hiding in the house at the opposite side of the street but Voldemort hadn’t seen anyone there yet and it was almost five in the morning. Just as he was about to lose hope to see his prey this night, the sound of someone Apparating was heard at the end of the street. The Death Eater looked tired as he slowly walked toward the house. Voldemort waited until he was almost at the door, then he attacked. Antonin didn’t even have a chance to raise his wand before Voldemort bound him and dragged him into the house. He needed to ask him some questions about the location of the others before he killed him.

“You have been a very naughty boy, Antonin,” Voldemort said calmly and threw the other man on the floor. “I wasn’t happy when you thought I was an impostor.”

Antonin eyes were wide with fear as he stared at his former master. “M-my Lord! I s-swear I was about to…”

“Too late, Antonin,” Voldemort purred. “However, I may forgive you if you tell me where I can find MacNair and Yaxley.”

Since very few of the Death Eaters actually liked each other, it was never hard to make them betray each other. “I d-don’t know, my Lord. All I know is that they are planning to attack the Mudblood who they believe helped to… er… kidnap you.”

Voldemort chuckled. “Well isn’t that sweet. It seems I have been surrounded with imbeciles. No wonder things never worked out the way I wanted it to. No matter, it soon will.”

“My Lord, I swear I am your most loyal…”

“Oh, please, spare me you lies, they will do you no good,” Voldemort said with a grimace.

“But I thought you said you would forgive me,” Antonin said pathetically and tried to wriggle out from his bonds where he was lying on the dirty floor.

Voldemort smirked. “Oh, I forgive you.” A flash of green light came out from the tip of his wand and Antonin was dead. “That just doesn’t mean I won’t kill you.”

He left the small house just as it started to lighten at the horizon. If MacNair and Yaxley were going offensive, it seemed like the best way to find them was to wait for them at their target. Voldemort couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle. It seemed like he would meet Hermione sooner than he had thought. He didn’t mind that one bit considering that he knew she had left the Order to stay at her parents’ house. It would be a fun new game.
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