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Serpent of the World	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 9486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi! Sorry for the delay in updates. Just came back home from a week long stay at the hospital. Erupted cyst - don't try that if you can help it. The pain is excruciating. But now I'm back home, feeling somewhat better, so yay! Nevertheless, thought it was best to post this at once, before something else happens. You can never trust this body of mine.
As always, thank you, Ozzy for your wonderful services as my beta *blow kisses*
Anyway, I really like this chapter, so I hope you like it too!
Chapter 6
It had been a nice little side mission. Useful, too. Salazar had thought he was too busy seducing that he hadn’t noticed what Tom was really researching, the last few nights at the library. Apparently, his ancestor had never heard about multitasking. Finally, he knew how to get out from underneath Salazar’s thumb.
“I thought there would be sparkles.”
Tom smiled and looked up at the naked young woman whose lap he was lying in. “Sparkles?”
Luna nodded, looking thoughtful. “Yes. Like when unicorns mate, there are showers of sparkles around them. I thought it would be like that.”
“When did you see unicorns mate?”
Luna shrugged. “I walk in the Forbidden Forest sometimes. Not where it’s dangerous, of course. Hagrid told me where you shouldn’t walk.”
Tom chuckled. She was a most amusing girl, Luna. Not only had she been useful for tricking Salazar, but he could not wait until Granger heard about this. She would be exquisitely livid.
“Maybe I wasn’t trying hard enough,” he mused. “I know some other tricks; maybe one of those will make you see sparkles.”
Luna looked down at him. “Oh?”
Tom’s smiled and sat up, pulling her down into a lying position again. He kissed her, and she answered, more courageous this time around. Or rather, more experienced. She was a fast learner. Another thing that pleased him. And Lord Voldemort always rewarded those who pleased him.
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Hermione took a deep breath before she started on the incantation again, for the seventh time that evening. Slytherin was circling her like a hawk, ready to correct her if she as much as moved the wrong muscle. She knew the incantation was important and perfecting it made sense, but this was a bit ridiculous. What difference would it possibly make if she were resting her weight on her right leg instead of her left?
To her great surprise, this time, she actually managed to finish the whole spell without him interrupting her. Once she had lowered her wand hand, she looked at him.
“Was that good?”
He nodded once. “I want to see you do that just as perfectly two more times before we call it a night. But I will take a look at Tom first to make sure he is still busy.”
Before she had time to say anything, he disappeared.
Hermione growled. She didn’t know what she found the most aggravating, that Slytherin wanted her to practice more, or that Slytherin wouldn’t say what Riddle was “busy” with. In every other session, Slytherin would pop out every ten minutes or so and check on Riddle. Today, however, Slytherin had been with her for over an hour. In a way, it was good, because they had made a lot of progress. At the same time, what on earth was Riddle up to?
For the past few nights, after they would finish their work rebuilding Hogwarts, Riddle would go to the library with Luna. She had sat with them one evening, and had been relieved to see that Luna didn’t seem to be physically attracted to the handsome exchange student. They had just been doing research on an article for Luna’s father. Riddle hadn’t seemed that flirtatious either, and Hermione had thought that it was safe enough to leave for her lessons with Slytherin.
Not even a minute had passed when Slytherin returned again.
“I think he will be busy for the rest of the night,” Slytherin said, looking pleased.
Hermione frowned, suspicious. “What is he doing, exactly?”
“Nothing of importance,” Slytherin said dismissively. “You should focus on the incantation. Do it again.”
Hermione sighed, pushing her worry back. This was more important after all. The sooner she got the Serpent of Midgard under control, the sooner Slytherin could get rid of Riddle.
It was well past midnight when Slytherin was finally satisfied with her wand work.
“We will be able to turn to the next lesson tomorrow.”
“Which is?” Hermione asked, curious.
“Controlling serpents. Unlike Tom, you have no experience with this. We will have to start from scratch, control simpler serpents first, then move our way up, to more difficult species. It’s a shame the Basilisk is dead; we will have to find another one.”
Hermione felt a cold shiver go through her. “Why?”
“Knowing the incantation is the mere minimum knowledge. For you to actually be able to pass on my legacy, you’ll need to know how to control it. If future generations ever need to force Jörmungandr back down to the bottom of the ocean, they need to be experts at Parseltongue. Not only that, but there are many more things about your new heritage that you need to know,” Slytherin explained. “I’ll give you more material to read, but much of it is too unsafe to put down in books. In the wrong hands, the things we know could become dangerous.”
Hermione nodded. He didn’t have to tell her who he was thinking about. “Well, goodnight, then.”
“Good night, Hermione.” He disappeared in the same soundless way he always did.
She made her way back to Gryffindor tower, and to her great surprise, she found Ginny, still awake.
“Have you seen Luna tonight?” Ginny asked when she saw her.
Hermione frowned. “No, I’ve been alone, working on a project all night. Why?”
“Well, I wanted to ask her about a thing so I went to the library, but she wasn’t there. Neither was Dolder.” Ginny was looking a bit worried, and Hermione could feel her own worry increasing.
He couldn’t have… Could he?
Of course he could. Slytherin had said he was “busy”, and he didn’t mean with reading. Slytherin would have wanted to keep a really close eye on Riddle if he was reading anything. Same if he were practicing magic. Or were out for a walk.
Come to think of it, Hermione couldn’t think of any other reason for Slytherin to leave Riddle alone, other than if he was having sex.
With Luna.
She was going to have to kill him.
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Tom was breathing heavily as he collapsed next to Luna after his third round of intercourse. He was indeed seventeen years old again. Even he was surprised at his stamina.
“Did you see any sparkles now?” Tom asked after taking a moment to recapture his breath.
Luna’s eyes were closed, but she was smiling. “Yes. On the insides of my eyelids.”
“Excellent.” Tom stretched and turned onto his back. His eyes fell on the clock hanging on the wall, on the side opposite to the bed. It was already past midnight. Should he offer her a shower before throwing her out?
Looking at her again, he wondered if she was about to fall asleep right now. He poked her.
“Do you want to take a shower?” he asked.
She opened her eyes. They had already regained their usual calm, disinterested expression. He had made her glow before.
“No, magic will do.” She sat up slowly.
Since the bed was situated next to the wall, and he was currently lying between her and the rest of the room, he sat up as well. She slid past him and picked up her wand, which had fallen down on the floor. After casting a cleaning spell over herself, she placed the wand behind her right ear and started to collect her clothes.
Tom leaned back in bed and watched her pale, naked behind disappear behind plain blue knickers.
“Will we be doing this often now?” she asked, her tone making it sound as if she had just politely asked about his health.
“As much as I’d like to, I doubt I’ll be around long enough for that,” Tom replied, equally politely. “But you never know when our roads will cross again.”
“You won’t be my boyfriend, then,” she concluded, pulling on her pants.
“No, this is strictly for fun.” That was one of the things he liked about Luna. She caught on easily. He didn’t doubt that she could fancy herself in love with him if he let her, but she didn’t seem bothered with just having fun either.
“I think I can understand the unicorns better now,” Luna said, finally finishing dressing. “I wonder if I’ll be able to talk to them about this.”
He smiled. “If anyone will be able to do it, you will.”
She nodded. “I’ll see you later.”
Tom nodded and she left without another word. He sank back against the pillows and let out a pleased sigh. How he enjoyed people like Luna. He didn’t even have to spend too much time manipulating her, she could sense what he wanted and was pleased to do it. True, he didn’t ask any more from her than she would have been willing to do for anyone, but it was still nice to spend time with someone who wanted to please him. Merlin knows Salazar and Hermione didn’t know how to please him.
His eyes were closed, but he could still feel when Salazar entered the room to check on him. Tom had a very acute sense for magic around him. It had taken him a couple of days to tune into Salazar special, very faint magic, which was hard to detect but it was there. Therefore, Tom could also feel when the magic disappeared.
Once his ancestor was gone, Tom rolled out of bed again and pulled out the blend he had prepared earlier. It was time to add the final ingredient. Just as he had suspected, his ancestor hadn’t bothered to check Tom’s room while he was busy with Luna. People were often so predictable.
With a simple spell, he was dressed again, ready to get out from under his ancestor’s thumb once and for all.
He used a knife to draw blood from his hand and let it drop into the blend. “Aname Vindictie Vracsupe Infente,” he whispered. The blend began to shimmer with a blue light, showing him that he had done it correctly.
Quickly, he took the thick paste-like blend into his hand and began painting the symbol on the wall. It was most commonly used to banish ghosts, but Tom had modified the blend to work for someone like Salazar as well. That is, a ghost with magic. You could use it on wizards too, after all, but it required more power. It was all tied to blood and magic, and Tom was quite positive his own blood would work. The Banishing Ritual wouldn’t work forever on Salazar, but he didn’t need it to work for long. Just long enough to get well away from Hogwarts.
Just as he was about to add the final spell to the symbol, his front door slammed open. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Granger march in, looking angry.
“What in bloody—” She stopped and gasped when she saw the symbol. “No! Slytherin!”
It seemed like she had recognised the symbol. But it was too late. Tom uttered the final spell at the same moment that Salazar entered the room. The symbol started to glow bright red.
“No!” Salazar’s moan became weaker as he started to fade away from the room. After just a few seconds, he was completely gone.
Tom smiled and turned to Granger who had gone paler than death.
“Riddle,” she whispered. “What did you do?”
“I think you know,” Tom said and used another spell to clean the blend from his hand. “Slytherin is gone and I don’t feel the need to stay here any longer. It’s not like I need the education after all.”
He flicked his wand and a bag he had prepared appeared on his bed. He picked it up.
“You should be happy, Granger. You won’t have to give McGonagall that recommendation after all.” He started to walk towards her and the exit. However, when he made to pass her, she grabbed his arm.
He looked at her, amused. “Really, Granger, you think you can force me to stay?”
“I can’t let you leave,” she said, clearly trying to sound brave.
“When you put it that way…” Tom trailed off and flicked his wand again, sending her flying to the opposite end of the room.
She fell onto the floor, letting out a grunt.
“I don’t want to kill you, Granger,” Tom said. “I don’t really feel like taking care of all this Serpent of the World business or raising kiddies to do so. I have more important things to do. So, why don’t you stay here and continue to practice all the things Salazar told you to, and I’ll focus on what really matters.”
Granger got back to her feet. “So you don’t think the end of the world matters?”
“I do, but I have the highest confidence in your abilities to stop it,” Tom answered and turned around, ready to finally get out of this place.
“Wait! I can’t do it on my own!” The panic in her voice made him turn around with a frown.
“You can’t do what?”
Her expression was pained. “Slytherin said I needed to learn how to control a snake and even a Basilisk before I can hope to control the Midgard Serpent. And he said I couldn’t learn it on my own. I need someone to teach me.”
Tom looked at her in disbelief. “Snakes are simple minded creatures and you are one of the bossiest witches I’ve ever encountered. I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“And what if I can’t?” she asked.
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“You can teach me.”
Tom regarded her closely. She looked sincere, but he was sure that wasn’t all there was to it. No doubt she wanted to keep an eye on him as well. But what if she was telling the truth and she couldn’t control the Midgard Serpent?
He had already come to the conclusion that he wouldn’t benefit from the world as they knew it ending. Too many useful things would be lost; knowledge, wealth, power. No, he would rather keep the Midgard Serpent where it was for now, as a secret weapon. However, then he would need to learn to control it. Salazar had only told Granger about it, but Granger was much easier to crack than Salazar.
In his hurry to get away from his ancestor, Tom hadn’t really considered that Granger had become more and more useful for him every day. He did want to know what Salazar had told her. If he got her away from here as well, he could find that out and then send her off to put the Serpent back to sleep. He also still needed Granger to secure their bloodline, and he didn’t know for how long his ritual would keep Salazar away. On ghosts, it worked for decades. In that case, it wasn’t certain if Granger would remember her job of giving birth to new Slytherin babies.
He sighed. “You have two hours to pack a bag and meet me outside of the entrance to Hogwarts.”
“But don’t you want to stay here and finish your last year?” Granger asked, looking hopeful.
Tom looked down at her, arching an eyebrow, but otherwise remaining silent.
Hermione sighed. “We had better not end up camping.”
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