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Remember November	By : brightneeBee Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 8042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   CHAPTER SIX
   Tom Riddle did not like the look of these records.
   Not. One. Bit.
   To start, there was an intense magical signature throughout each individual file. The same magical signature, which was even more suspicious. No ordinary wizard would be able to recognize the intensive magic binding the documents, but Tom was no ordinary wizard. One particular magical being had tampered with these birth certificates, and Tom was keen on only one person of interest. The signature was powerful, yes, but also uniquely feminine. It even had a scent. The same scent attributed to the Healer-in-Training in the Hospital Wing. The witch kept it hidden well enough, but Tom could feel the power, ready to burst out at any moment, under the surface. It surrounded her as she strolled down the corridors, arm-in-arm with her “betrothed.” Bah, as if he didn’t recognize a lie when he saw one. A witch that young with a wizard that old? No, there was something more being hidden under those false smiles and underhanded innuendos, and he was going to find it out.
It was immediately recognizable, her signature, throughout Snape’s records, as well as her own. Tom had to applaud the witch for her tenacity; the alterations to the records were perfectly done, and incredibly warded. Each ward layered with a complexity that even he had stopped to marvel the delicate touches intricately woven in. The detail put into each layer, the advanced nature of the arithmantic code, was astonishing. It would take him several hours at the very least, if not more, to break the wards. After he completed that task, it would take a matter of seconds to break the enchantments used to alter the documents. And then he would have his answer.
Of course, the fact that there were wards and enchantments in place was all the proof Tom needed. The new professor and his little tease of a fiance were obviously hiding their true origins, and identities. Otherwise, why go through all this trouble to spell documents into proving they belonged here to begin with? There lay the true intrigue for Tom.
Birth certificates. Why doctor certificates of birth?
The question plagued him, night and day. As he watched them patrol at night, as they strolled through the halls and that little witch looked so smug as she passed him by, the question ate away at him. What were they hiding? Why were they here? How did they know him?
It infuriated Tom, the not knowing. He knew every goings-on in Hogwarts, but he could not pinpoint the newcomers. His followers suffered for his frustration. His Knights of Walpurgis were shown his displeasure almost daily while he awaited the copies of Snape and Granger’s files from the depths of St. Mungo’s. Abraxas Malfoy, in particular, had suffered the longest, and more frequently, under Tom’s wand, than any other of his Knights. Malfoy had been ordered to obtain the copies, if the originals were too far out of his father’s massive pocket’s reach. Three weeks had passed before those copies arrived via owl, and Tom had far passed being merely livid over the long wait.
Ever since he had obtained the copies, Tom’s frustration had only mounted. The inability to examine them immediately had cost his Knights a night of rest. Patrol duty, as Head Boy, while Dumbledore loomed overhead, always close by, and the fact that the little witch, Granger, was always nearby with that intoxicating aroma of power had hindered him the time to open the files and see for himself what she and her elderly paramour were hiding.
Of course, now that he was in the solitude of the Chamber of Secrets, with the files open in front of him, a surreal calm washed over Tom. This was what he enjoyed most; learning the secrets others wished to keep hidden. He may not be able to uncover Dumbledore’s in order to use them against the barmy old wizard, but he could uncover Granger and Snape’s. Blackmail was always good for something, and he was aware of how immensely useful these pieces of information could prove to be. Picking and choosing the opportune moment to utilize them for maximum benefit would be worth all the trouble it would be to break the little witch’s wards. Yet, Tom was patient. This was merely a small piece in a much larger puzzle, and he would make great use of it.
Focusing on the first layer of wards, Tom masterfully disintegrated them with only a modicum of difficulty. Two hours of difficulty, but, in the end, the time wasted would prove beneficial. It would be worth it, and that was what he repeated whenever he stumbled across a failsafe in the arithmantic code. That Granger was intelligent, Tom reluctantly gave her that much, but the tricks she had built in were too obvious not to be seen. He would have to remind her of that when he had her bending to his will.
He grinned evilly at that thought.
Healer-in-Training Granger, bending to my will, he mused. He found he quite enjoyed that idea.
The hours slipped by, as each layer proved more difficult than the last, but Tom Riddle was above the intelligence of the average magical being. Far beyond the greatest wizarding minds known in history, but the layered wards did prove quite the conundrum after four or more hours. He had to wonder how long it had taken Ms. Granger to create each one, compiling them in such a way as to not cause an involuntary hostile reaction. If it was taking him an entire night to undo her work, it must have taken much longer for her to place them all so expertly. He almost admired her ethic, almost.
And there was the fault in her spellwork that he thanked her the most for; linking the wards between both files. As he broke each individual layer on one file, it transferred the lack of protection to the other. Thereby breaking the wards on the second, and cutting his time spent working ever so diligently by half.
The last layer of complex wards took surprisingly less time than Tom assumed. Barely an hour passed before he caught the nastiest trick the Granger woman had hidden in her wards. A series of minute kinks in the ward that ignited before he could stop his flow of magic. A chain reaction that lit the ward in a blaze of light, before the ward crumble and burn, taking the files with it. There was no possible explanation for it, that a slight, little witch with unruly hair had outsmarted the Dark Lord Voldemort! He would have her for this! He would make her suffer, and her little professor, too!
All that was left was ash and the look of utter, incomprehensible rage flooding Tom’s features as he whipped his wand around. Craters appeared in the stone walls of one of the many rooms in the Chamber of Secrets, the rubble flying everywhere from the explosions. The table he had been sitting at went up in a blaze of flames. The entire foundation of Hogwarts shook under the sudden release of his full power, the presence of which moved bringing anyone still awake to their knees.
And the sound of him bellowing echoed up from the Chamber of Secrets to echo through the castle, “NOOOOOO!!!!”
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