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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 6

Sometimes, Hermione just wanted to put Harry over her knee and spank him. He had always been eager to rush into a situation without a plan. Usually, Ron was right by his side and Hermione had to just tag along and hope that she could save her friends when they screwed everything up – which they always did.

Now, thankfully, it was Hermione and Kara against Harry, and thus, they did everything Hermione’s way.

Not that it stopped Harry from whining about it, though. He wanted to learn the spell to locate Ron at once, even though Hermione explained that Harry needed to relax his mind to even be able to cast the spell. He had to mediate over his and Ron’s connection and let it guide him.

“There has to be a faster way,” Harry complained after about five minutes of restless sitting.

He is like a baby dragon with no wing control, Kara commented.

Hermione snorted but didn’t translate. “There isn’t. The only way for this to work fast is for you to slow down. You have only been at it for an hour, try to calm down.”

Harry groaned but changed position and closed his eyes again.

Hermione took another deep breath as well. If Harry couldn’t do it, then she would have to. Which meant understanding exactly what she felt for Ron.

A year ago, Hermione had sometimes fantasised of what it would be like to have Ron as her boyfriend. What would it be like to kiss him, snuggle with him, or even have sex with him? However, now when she thought about having sex, it was impossible to picture Ron. The only one she could see was Voldemort, and that was very disturbing.

She knew it was the lust potion and that if she did have sex with Ron, things would probably change. But she found that she didn’t really want to anymore. Had she lost her feelings for him or was it just the potion messing with her mind?

The bark of a dog interrupted her thoughts and Hermione flew up, wand ready.

Her eyes went wide when she saw silvery mist shaped as a dog appear between the trees. It was a Patronus. A very familiar Patronus.

“Ron!” Harry gasped, getting to his feet as well.

“Harry?” Ron’s voice came from the dog. “I have been rescued, sort of, I think. Er, if you send your Patronus, you can tell me where you are. But make lots of traps. In case this is a trap.”

The dog distorted into a shapeless mist, fading into nothingness.

Harry and Hermione stared at each other, bemused.

“It has to be a trap,” Hermione said, a bad feeling settling in her stomach.

“But why would he say it was a trap if it really was a trap?” Harry asked, and Hermione could see him reaching for his wand, ready to send his Patronus to give away their location.

“Because they know we expect it to be a trap, so they are trying to trick us,” Hermione said slowly, even though it didn’t quite make sense to her either.

If they did send their location to them, they would have the upper hand. There was a ward that let people Apparate through it, but stunned them once they were inside the perimeter. If only she and Kara went, Harry wouldn’t be at risk. She was quite confident that she and Kara would be able to escape Voldemort again.

Then another thought hit her. “It had to be Ron who sent the Patronus, with his own free will. You can’t cast it under the Imperius Curse.”

Harry’s green eyes shone with excitement. “Yeah! Maybe the Order saved him?”

The Order. Hermione nodded slowly. However, it was quite a coincident that they would save Ron right after she had saved Harry. Or had someone at Hogwarts seen their escape and let the Order know? It was likely that the Order had been working on a plan to rescue both Harry and Ron. No way would the Weasleys let their youngest son rot away. And Ginny was still at Hogwarts. Maybe she had contacted them?

“We have to answer,” Harry said, solemnly. “Before they find Ron again.”

Hermione nodded. “But we’ll put up wards just to be safe. And it’s better if I met them alone. If I get captured, you have to continue without me. Get help from the Order.”

“No! If it is a trap, I can’t let you get captured again. You-Know-Who already forced you to marry him, what if he forces you to do something else?”

Hermione hated the rush of arousal that flew through her. She did NOT want to have sex with Voldemort. What she wanted was the antidote against the stupid lust potion.

“I’ll handle him,” Hermione said. “You are more important – one must die at the hands of the other and all that.”

Harry stared down at the ground for a moment, then he kicked some dirt. “Fine.”

They hurried to make the preparation needed. An old, seemingly abandoned barn had to do as their meeting location. Harry would stay hidden a few miles away and if she hadn’t contacted him within twenty minutes, he would leave and go somewhere even she couldn’t find.

Within an hour, they were ready and Harry sent his Patronus to Ron, telling him their location. Hermione had stolen a wand for him a few months ago, knowing that he wouldn’t have his own wands after she rescued him. After a few tries, Harry managed to cast the Patronus with the new wand and with a last look at Hermione, making sure she hadn’t changed her mind, he Disapparated.

She braced herself, one hand on Kara’s neck, her other grasping her wand. If the people arriving weren’t Ron and the Order, Kara would open fire.

Several tense minutes passed. Hermione had to constantly shake the tension off her shoulders since she didn’t want to make a mistake out of stiffness.

Pop!

Two people appeared out of nowhere. The wards kicked in at once, rendering them unconscious.

One of them was indeed Ron, but, if this was a trap, it was possible that it was a disguise. However, if this was a trap, then the second person’s presence didn’t make any sense at all.

It was Snape.

Should I fire? Kara asked after a moment had passed without Hermione doing anything but stare at the odd couple.

“Not yet, but keep your eyes on the black-haired man,” Hermione said and finally walked over to the two of them.

She cast a few common spells that would detect different kind of disguises, but didn’t find any. Then, she woke Ron up.

When he saw her, Ron smiled in relief. He was looking a lot thinner than Harry had. He was wearing a dirty grey robe which made her believe that he had been staying at Azkaban. His red hair was dirty as well and seemed less colourful than she remembered. Yet, the smile made his face light up in a way that convinced her that he was indeed Ron.

“Hermione,” he said, getting up from the ground. “Are you alright? I couldn’t believe what we read in the newspaper about You-Know-Who marrying you. What happened?”

“It’s a long story, which we have to save for later,” Hermione said, looking down at Snape. “What’s he doing here?”

“I know, I didn’t understand either,” Ron said. “But he saved me and claimed that he had important information that he had to tell Harry. Where is Harry?”

“We thought it best if he waited further away, in case this was a trap.”

“Good thinking,” Ron said nodding. Then he suddenly stiffened. “Hermione ... there is a dragon behind you.”

Hermione glanced over her shoulder and saw that Kara had moved closer.

“Oh, yes, this is Kara. You don’t have to be scared of him, he’s with me.”

Ron’s eyes were wide. “Where did you find a dragon?”

“That’s another long story. But to make sure that you are you... when did we become friends?” Hermione asked. You couldn’t be too careful.

“After we took care of that troll in our first year,” Ron answered. “Couldn’t stand you before that. I even called you something stupid, which was why we had to take down the troll in the first place.”

Hermione nodded, grimacing at the memory. That had hardly been a fun experience.

“I think it’s best if we take Snape to Harry and keep him unconscious,” she said. “Before we find out what’s going on.”

With Ron’s help, they got Snape’s body upon Kara’s back before jumping on themselves. Harry would see them coming in the air and know that it was safe to reveal himself.

The sky above them had started to become greyer, and Hermione could smell rain coming. They would have to seek shelter somewhere. Too bad she wasn’t in the mountains anymore, or had the tent left.

“Ron!” Harry exclaimed and ran forward as they landed.

However, when he came closer, he spotted Snape’s body and froze.

“What is he doing here?” he finally spat, whipping out his wand.

“He is unconscious,” Hermione informed him and with Ron’s help got the older wizard off the dragon.

“Yeah, but he saved me. I think. He said he had information he needed to give to you, and well, he brought me out of Azkaban so I decided to give him a chance,” Ron said, shrugging uncomfortably.

“He murdered Dumbledore,” Harry growled, his eyes shooting daggers at Snape.

“Yes, but there is something here that doesn’t add up, so we may as well hear what he has to say. Then we can leave him here to rot,” Hermione reasoned.

They tied Snape to a tree and Hermione cast protective wards around them, so that no one would be able to find them or stumble upon them by mistake. By the time she was done, it had begun to rain. Thankfully, the trees grew thick and gave some shelter from the water. At least to the humans, but Kara didn’t seem to mind the rain.

“Don’t let him provoke you, Harry,” Hermione finally warned. “It’s possible that this is a trap and that Snape will say something that will make you want to run off and do something. Don’t do it.”

“Yeah, mate,” Ron agreed. “Don’t listen to the tosser.”

“Rennervate,” Hermione muttered under her breath, aiming the spell at Snape.

Snape came too, his body tensing. For a second he struggled against the restraint, but then he saw the three of them and huffed.

“This is quite unnecessary,” he drawled. “If I wanted to harm you, I would merely have let the Dark Lord go through with whatever plan he had when he asked me to retrieve Weasley.”

“So why did you take Ron to us, if this isn’t part of You-Know-Who’s plan?” Hermione asked.

They had decided that she would be the one to talk. Or rather, she had told them that she’d do the talking and Kara had agreed by growling softly. Having a dragon on your side gave you a lot of authority.

“Because you need to know that the Dark Lord has somehow restored his soul and thus, his Horcruxes have disappeared,” Snape said. “It is therefore no longer productive of you to search for them.”

Hermione, Harry, and Ron looked at each other in confusion. Whatever they had expected Snape to say, it wasn’t that.

“How do you know about the Horcruxes?” Hermione finally asked.

“I know all about Albus’s plan,” Snape said softly. “I have been following his order all along.”

“You want us to believe that Dumbledore ordered you to kill him?!” Harry asked, outraged.

Hermione held up a hand to stop Harry from moving forward. Her mind was working quickly. Snape clearly knew something on what was going on and she wanted to know what.

Snape glared at Harry. “Indeed. Albus was dying from the curse he attracted while searching for one of the Horcruxes. He only had a few months left, and he wanted to make his death matter. If I were the one to kill him, the Dark Lord would reward me and make me Headmaster in his stead.”

“That’s— that’s completely—” Harry started to sputter.

“Brilliant,” Ron gasped, interrupting him.

“What?” Harry asked sharply, looking at Ron.

Ron took a step forward. “It’s like chess. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. Dumbledore knew that and you know about the hand. Maybe he was dying.”

“Then why wouldn’t he tell me?” Harry asked, outraged. “How could he keep something that important from me? If Snape was really on our side, we could have used him—”

“Not if You-Know-Who found out,” Hermione said softly as all the pieces came together.

“How could he have found out?” Harry asked. “We wouldn’t have told him!”

“Not intentionally, no. But you and You-Know-Who have a link. Or rather, you had,” Hermione said, looking at Snape, feeling anger in her chest. “Dumbledore knew?”

Snape’s lips curled into an unpleasant sneer. “He did. Don’t ask me for how long, because he wouldn’t even admit it to me. But once I found out about the Horcruxes, I realised the truth.”

Her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Harry had been a Horcrux. Dumbledore had known Harry had been a Horcrux. Harry would have had to die for Voldemort to die. And either must die at the hand of the other... Both of them would have died.

“Dumbledore knew what?” Harry asked, impatiently.

“You were a Horcrux, Potter,” Snape answered. “The Dark Lord unintentionally made you one when he tried to kill you.”

“No, that’s not possible,” Harry immediately said.

“That’s why you can talk with snakes, and why you have seen into You-Know-Who’s mind,” Hermione said slowly. “That’s why you had to take him down – you both had to die.”

It was like all the pieces of the puzzle finally fit together. Hermione had always felt that she was missing something where the Horcruxes were concerned. This was it. Her best friend was a Horcrux and Dumbledore had known. Dumbledore had counted on Harry doing what Harry always did – sacrifice himself to save them all. But he couldn’t risk Voldemort finding out and thus, he couldn’t tell Harry.

Harry opened his mouth, probably wanting to protest some more, but his eyes caught something at the distance and he closed his mouth and swallowed. It must have all made sense to him now too.

“But what happened to make You-Know-Who’s soul return?” Hermione asked Snape.

“I have no idea, but I suspect that it’s your fault, Miss Granger,” Snape answered coldly.

Hermione’s eyes widened. “My fault?”

“The Dark Lord returned to Hogwarts with his soul and two dragons. You have a dragon as well. So why don’t you tell us how the Dark Lord got his soul back in one piece?”

Hermione felt her heart speed up and she turned to Kara for support.

The dragon bumped her chest with his snort. What does Horcrux mean?

Hermione explained the principle to him mentally. She didn’t want Snape to hear her talk with Kara. At the same time, however, she wondered how it was possible. There hadn’t been anything in the chronicles about Horcruxes. It did say that your very soul got bonded to the dragon, though.

Was that why Voldemort had got his soul back? To be able to bond with a dragon and become stronger?

But it was terribly hard to undo your Horcruxes. The process should have killed him.

And yet, it clearly hadn’t.

“I don’t know how,” she finally said. “But I think you are right. It must have something to do with the dragons.”

“And that is why I came here,” Snape said, looking pleased. “The plan Albus sacrificed his life for have been ruined by your intervention, Miss Granger. If you want to take down the Dark Lord, you’ll have to come up with a new plan. One that accounts for the dragons.”

Hermione felt slightly ill. She had never imagined this to happen when she showed Voldemort the Dragon Chronicles. Of course Dumbledore would have planned something in the event of his death. But he couldn’t have taken into account what he hadn’t known she knew. If he had known that she knew about the Dragon Chronicles, he would have warned her against letting Voldemort find out. This was all her fault for not telling Dumbledore what she had found in the first place. Just because she was worried he would be angry that she had been reading a Dark text!

Hermione, Kara’s voice was like a soft caress in her mind. Why is bad man coming here making you feel bad? Should I bite him?

Hermione was about to tell him no, but then she realised something else. Yes, why did Snape come here to blame her instead of doing something himself? If Voldemort didn’t have any Horcruxes anymore, wouldn’t now be a perfect time to strike? If he didn’t suspect Snape was working against him, why hadn’t he just stabbed Voldemort in the back?

Because Snape was a bully and a coward. He was a grown, experienced man, and he was coming here to a bunch of teenagers who hadn’t even finished school and expected them to fix things they didn’t even know they had ruined? Why didn’t he take some of the responsibilities?

And really, what had Dumbledore been thinking confiding in Snape, if that was indeed true?

Well, Dumbledore did seem awfully keen on keeping secret. How could he not have told them Harry was a Horcrux?

Suddenly, Hermione was not feeling distressed and guilty at all. Oh, no. She was furious.

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “I made this mess, I’ll fix it.”

“Hermione, you couldn’t have known,” Harry said, coming over to her, putting his hand on her arm. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“It’s okay, Harry,” she said, patting his shoulder. “I think I have an idea. Come here.”

She took his arm and then beaconed for Ron to follow them out of earshot from Snape. Then she told them about her plan.

“Hermione, that is madness,” Ron said, looking bewildered. “You-Know-Who is going to kill you!”

“No, I don’t think he will,” Hermione said as an afterthought. “He married me – I don’t think he would have bothered to do something like that if he didn’t think he could use it in the future.”

“But he will hurt you,” Harry said softly. “How can we let you go back to him when we are all finally together again?”

“Because now we have a plan,” she answered. “And a new member of our team. There is a way to communicate with your dragon at a distance. Kara and I will learn it and then we’ll be able to stay in contact.”

Kara don’t want to leave Hermione, Kara whined.

Hermione hugged the dragon around his neck. “I know, I don’t want to leave you either. But it will just be for a short while, okay? And we’ll still talk a lot.”

Kara huffed and a few sparks of fire flew out his nostrils.

“I can’t believe you call me reckless,” Harry muttered as they got back towards Snape again. The rain was falling heavily now, and they were all shivering from the cold.

“You never have a plan for retreat, I do,” Hermione reminded him, sounding more confident than she felt.

They reached Snape who was looking at them, clearly annoyed. He too was soaking wet. “About time. The Dark Lord will be searching for me by now.”

“He expects you to come back with Ron, right?” Hermione asked.

“You are still an expert at reciting information back to me, I see,” Snape sneered.

Hermione ignored his taunt. She would get back at him for every rude and unfair remark he had ever said to her soon enough.

“You’ll take me to him instead. Tell him we ambushed you, but that you managed to grab me and Apparate away, but got injured or something and had to heal before returning,” she said.

“I’d be happy to help by cursing you some,” Harry leered.

Snape sent him a cold look. “I will manage. How do you plan on lying to the Dark Lord, Miss Granger? He is highly skilled in Legilimency.”

Hermione smiled. “My dragon will protect me there.”

It was not exactly true. It was the technique she had learned from the Dragon Chronicles that kept her safe, but she didn’t bother explaining the difference to Snape.

Snape didn’t seem convinced, but nodded regardless. “Let us leave, then.”
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