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His White Queen: A Prequel	By : jsu1660n Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 18950 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

Hermione and Harry made the perfect potion, much to the displeasure of Snape. She parted ways with the boys and went to her Ancient Runes class. It was an interesting class, although nothing particularly noticeable happened, aside from Hermione being seated beside the only third year in the class.

Luna Lovegood was a third year Ravenclaw and according to popular belief, she was a bit on the eccentric side. She hard large blue eyes and honey blond hair. Hermione, being the polite and curious girl she is, introduced herself to Luna and had a very enthralling conversation on Nargles and Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Hermione didn’t know what the devil she was talking about, but appreciated her theories on the creatures.

She also learned that Luna’s father, Xenophilius, was the editor of his own magazine, The Quibbler. However, due to his theories and beliefs, no one took the magazine seriously. She was unsure why, but Hermione had the strangest feeling that camaraderie with Luna could be beneficial down the line.

She skipped lunch and hung outside of the DADA class waiting for it to start. She knocked on the door and received a loud, “enter!”

Professor Moody was at the front of the room preparing his teaching materials. “Miss Granger,” he said, without looking at her.

“Good afternoon, professor. ” She chose a desk and set her books down.

“Shouldn’t you be havin’ lunch with your friends, girl?”

“I decided to skip lunch today. I hope you don’t mind me showing up early. ”

He grunted in what she assumed was a no.

“Professor, you were an Auror for many years. ”

“I was,” he said a bit suspiciously.

“I’m sure you heard about the Dark Mark in the sky at the World Cup. Do you believe it is a sign that the Dark Lord will return?”

Moody’s shifty eye swiveled around in his socket as he watched her closely. Hermione was a little unnerved by his stare, mostly because she was resisting the urge to follow the movement of his special eye.

“First, Miss Granger, only those who follow the Dark Lord refer to him as ‘the Dark Lord’ and I sincerely doubt you have any pretty black ink slithering around your forearm. ”

Hermione blushed, surprising the frightening professor. “I apologize, sir. I have no problem saying his name. Being the best friend of Harry Potter affords you that courage I suppose, and everyone makes a big deal about it if we say it, and You-Know-Who and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is a bit of a mouthful. ”

The professor was quiet and Hermione thought something she said might have offended him. He startled her greatly when he threw his head back and barked out a loud laugh.

“I like you, Granger. ”

She beamed brightly. “Thank you, sir. But what is your take on the Dark Mark in the sky?”

“What do you think it means?” he paced in a slow circle around her as she struggled to express her thoughts without revealing her conversations with Harry. “Even his supporters that we didn’t catch wouldn’t dare put his mark in the sky without good reason. What does that tell you?”

“It tells me that he is coming. ” She shuddered horribly the instant the words left her mouth. She turned her head to follow the professor’s movements. “But he’s not strong enough yet. It’s been said that when he tried to kill Harry thirteen years ago, the curse rebounded and destroyed him. Many people want to believe that he’s gone for good. But just look at my first two years at Hogwarts. Those incidents alone prove otherwise. You know what happened, right?”

“I know a bit. Explain. ”

“Well, back in our first year, Professor Quirrell, our DADA professor at the time, was possessed by the Dark Lord. He literally had him growing out the back of his head! Harry only escaped him then because of the blood magic Harry’s mother inadvertently used when she gave her life for him. ”

“You know about blood magic, girl?” he said skeptically.

“Well, I read,” she shrugged noncommittally.

“What happened second year?”

“Well, second year wasn’t exactly the same. The Dark Lord himself didn’t really make a comeback, but…”

“But what?”

“But his teenage self, Tom Riddle, came back because of the diary Lord Malfoy slipped into Ginny’s bag. ”

The professor snorted. “Lord Malfoy. Right. ”

Hermione rolled her eyes slightly. “Yes, but how could a part of the Dark Lord even get into an object, unless…Professor, is it possible that Tom Riddle’s diary held a soul fragment?”

“Like a Horcrux. ”

“Horcrux?”

“Horcrux. I assume you want to tell Potter and Weasley?”

Hermione thought for a moment and shook her head. “Not until I figure this all out. ”

“Why the sudden interest in him, Miss Granger?”

Hermione bit her lip and lowered her eyes. “He has done horrible things. He and his followers hurt many innocent people. I don’t mean to offend anyone, especially you, professor, but in spite of all that, the man performed extraordinary magic. Had he done things differently, by now, he would probably have been better than…,” she remembered who she was talking to and immediately shut her mouth.

Moody smiled knowingly. “A word of warning, Miss Granger. You’re starting to ask a lot of dangerous questions. Be cautious of who you share this with. ”

She took her seat just as everyone else came into the room. She was still thinking about her conversation with the professor when he started talking about the Unforgivables.

“Weasley!”

“Yes?” Ron jumped, startled.

“Stand and give us a curse. ”

“My dad told me about one. The Imperius Curse. ”

“Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that one. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief. Perhaps this will show you why. ”

For the most part, Hermione was very impressed with the professor’s teaching methods. Normally, she would have been appalled that he was even willing to subject them to viewing the Unforgiveable Curses—they were Unforgiveable for a reason—but she felt fascinated as she watched the professor make the Imperiused spider dance around the room.

“Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they all did You-Know-Who’s bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse,” he lectured. “But here’s the rub. How do we sort out the liars?”

“Common sense,” Hermione said, as all heads whipped around in her direction. “Short of using the Imperius to force the suspected Death Eater to cooperate with questioning, it’s pretty much common sense. ”

Moody seemed to be restraining a smile. “Explain. ”

“Well, didn’t his followers, his true followers go to Azkaban while the others lived their life of luxury claiming Imperius?” Hermione’s eyes fell on Malfoy who glared back at her angrily.

“And what of those who actually were under the Imperius curse, Miss Granger?”

She thought for a moment. “Well, Legilimency can fail if you know exactly how to control your thoughts. I would say Veritaserum. ”

“What’s that?” Seamus said.

Hermione turned and looked back at Seamus who was sitting towards the back of the room. He seemed to have recovered from Moody’s eraser attack. “A very powerful serum that forces one to speak truthfully. One drop and you will tell all of your deepest, darkest secrets. ”

“Is there anything you don’t know, Hermione?” he said, propping his chin on his hand watching her interestedly.

“I’m sure there are still a few things that I could learn,” she smirked.

“Settle down, Miss Granger,” Moody said wryly. “Another. Come on. Longbottom, is it?” he said when Neville raised his hand. “Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology. ”

Neville nodded. “There’s the Cruciatus Curse,” he said softly. Hermione felt a bit bad for Neville. She had read up on the events involving the First War with the Dark Lord. His parents were tortured to insanity by means of the Cruciatus by two of the Dark Lord’s strongest Death Eaters.

Hermione didn’t dare read his mind, but she had the inkling that he was perhaps thinking the same thing.

“Oh, yeah, particularly nasty one. The Torture Curse. ” The professor flicked his wand and spoke the incantation. “Crucio!”

The spider twitched and gave a low-pitch squeal of pain. While everyone else was watching Neville and trying to look away from the spider, Hermione had her eyes on the professor. Moody seemed to be using only a minimum of concentration as he held the powerful curse on the writhing spider.

When Neville looked close to tears, Hermione spoke up. “Professor, I believe you are upsetting everyone,” she said, calmly, attempting to avoid singling her classmate out for further scrutiny from her own house or teasing from the Slytherins.

Moody glanced at her and then at Neville. He ended the curse and levitated the spider. He limped over to her desk and dropped it on her book. She cocked an eyebrow at him as he said in a barely subdued voice, “Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgiveable Curse, Miss Granger. ”

“The Killing Curse,” she said, interlacing her fingers behind her head, curious as to why the professor seemed to be vibrating in barely concealed excitement. Is that what happens to you when you use the Unforgivables? “Simply put, it causes instant death. There are no counter curses. However, if you have impeccable reflexes, you can conjure another solid object to take the hit for you. ”

It was the professor’s turn to cock an eyebrow. “Expertly explained, Miss Granger. ” He pointed his wand at the spider. “AVADA KEDAVRA!” her eyes met the professor’s just as the bright green light engulfed the spider. It fell dead against Hermione’s book, but neither she nor the professor noticed as they were both immersed in a staring contest. She, trying to figure out what she was obviously missing about the professor, and he, trying to see through her many shields.

The professor finally tore his eyes away from Hermione’s and focused on Harry’s. “The Killing Curse. Only one person has ever survived it…and he’s sitting here in this room. ”

Hermione took her quill and prodded at the dead spider. She was able to move its legs back and forth, so it was nothing like being petrified. There were no wounds or burns on the body. There was no indication whatsoever as to what could have caused the spider’s death.

Why do you seem so fascinated?

“Well, I am so sorry, but it’s not as if I see this type of thing every day,” she muttered.

“Before you all go, I suggest you read up on your spell casting, because during the next class meeting we began dueling,” Moody announced.

His announcement shifted the gloomy mood significantly. Neville looked even more worried. Ron seemed anxious, and even Harry managed to send her a grin. Of course, when her eyes went to Malfoy’s, she felt the severity of Moody’s statement hit her all at once. She knew then that whatever revenge Malfoy intended to take on her, the professor had unknowingly given him permission to do so and there was not a thing she could do about it.

“Brilliant, isn’t he?” Ron exclaimed as they left the DADA classroom. He was both appalled and amazed over Moody using the Torture and Killing Curses in front of them. “Completely demented, of course, and terrifying to be in the same room with, but he’s really been there, you know? He’s looked evil in the eye. ”

“Take it easy, Ronald, it’s not as if his wand was aimed at any of us,” Hermione sighed. She felt wound up for some reason.

“It was a bit scary, guys. I mean look how shook up Neville was,” Harry reasoned gently.

They came upon said housemate as he leaned against the wall, staring at the stained glass witch in the window. The rain beating against the glass made it seem as though she was crying.

“Neville, are you all right?” Hermione asked, touching his arm.

He nodded solemnly. “It’s just hard, you know? When I first came to Hogwarts, I was so excited about all of the amazing things you can do with magic. ”

“We all were,” Ron nodded, showing surprising understanding of Neville’s feelings.

“But then as you get older, you see how witches and wizards twist the magic and use it to hurt others. You always knew it was possible, but you never really know what it’s like until you see it happen. And when you do, our world is not so pretty anymore. ”

Moody came down the stairs and none-too-gently shoved Ron out of the way. “Son?” he said with his hand on Neville’s shoulder. “You all right?” Neville nodded. “Come on. We’ll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something. Miss Granger. Potter. Weasley,” he said, as Neville followed him back up to the classroom.

It rained heavily that evening and after Hermione’s relaxing Arithmancy class (nothing unwound her better than working with numbers), she decided to do a bit of reading on curses and spell casting. Unfortunately for her, the Study Hall room was being used to house the Goblet of Fire. Every student who was seventeen stepped up to put their name in the proverbial hat to be chosen as the Hogwarts Champion.

Harry and Ron were sitting on the other side of the room from her watching the “festivities. ”

“Come on, Cedric, put it in!”

Hermione glanced up to see a group of Cedric’s Hufflepuff housemates push him up to put his name in the Fire.

Someone is seething, Meira lightly teased her.

“Of course I am! What in the bloody hell is he doing putting his name in the Goblet?”

He came in, hair dripping, looking like every girl’s wet dream. He was strong and confident as he placed his name in the Goblet. His friends cheered and Ron waved, but was completely ignored as Cedric looked over at Hermione. He winked subtlety and followed his celebrating friends out of the Hall. Across the room, Hermione met Harry’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows suggestively as she tried not to blush at her friend’s antics.

Ron was busy gazing at the Goblet telling Harry how great eternal glory would be. Harry had more sense than to want something so ridiculous. The Weasley Twins chose that moment to run in holding two phials of what they obviously concocted to counteract the Age Line around the Goblet.

“Well, lads, we’ve done it. ”

“Cooked it up just this morning,” they bragged.

“It’s not going to work,” Hermione said in a sing-song voice looking over her book.

The twins came to where she sat and surrounded her.

“Oh, yeah?” Fred or maybe George breathed in her ear. Hermione suppressed a shiver and forced herself to remember that everyone was watching them.

“And why is that, Granger?”

“You see this?” she said, pointing. “This is an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself. ”

“So?”

Hermione grinned and closed the book. “So a genius like Dumbledore [that might be laying it on just a bit too thick, ‘Mi] couldn’t possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion,” she concluded, proud that she was able to ignore Meira’s cynicism for once.

“But that’s why it’s so brilliant. ”

“Because it’s so pathetically dimwitted. ”

Can’t force a horse to drink, ‘Mi. I doubt you would even be able to lead these two to water, Meira said as the twins stood and downed their self-made potions. They jumped over the Age Line successfully. Everyone cheered, but Hermione waited nonplussed.

The waiting paid off.

The twins dropped their names in the Fire and started to celebrate when the Goblet flared, its flames flickering wildly. Everyone scattered as Hermione sat calmly and watched as the twins were tossed out of the circle on their asses. Their hair and eyebrows turned gray along with newly grown beards. They promptly began strangling each other, arguing over who said it would work.

“They are utter idiots,” Hermione declared, returning to her spell book.

When the attention was on the still-fighting twins, Viktor Krum came into the room flanked by Karkaroff. Hermione took the time to really look at the Bulgarian Seeker. He had a low-cropped haircut, a thin goatee and wore a very serious expression. He definitely had muscles underneath his uniform that flexed slightly as he reached up to drop his name into the Fire. Thank Godric for Quidditch! Once his name had been placed in the Goblet, he turned and saw Hermione. He gave her a small smile that she returned more out of amusement than of actual interest.

Of course, if no one else noticed Krum’s lingering gaze, Harry did. He sat beside her, taking the book out of her lap reading over some of the spells.

“First Diggory, now Krum?” he casually remarked. “Someone is being quite the busy little bee this year. ”

“Oh, stop. It’s not like that at all. Although, I was surprised that I caught his attention. ”

“Why would you be? You’re beautiful, ‘Mione,” he said, his bright green eyes shimmering.

“Shut up, Harry,” she laughed, realizing her sweet best friend had means to butter her up. “You’re going to get your time with Chang. ”

He rolled his eyes and pulled her up from the bench. “Come on, we have to get to the Great Hall. The names are going to come from the Goblet after dinner. ”

“But I don’t want to,” she whined, giving him an adorable pout. “I have to study and you all were making so much noise I barely made any progress tonight. ”

Harry sighed almost painfully. “You know what this means, right?”

Hermione stepped back cautiously. “Harry James Potter, don’t you dare,” she warned, but to no avail. Harry leaned down and lifted Hermione up over his shoulder as she screamed. When the hell did he get so strong? “Harry, you had better not drop me!”

As he carried her out, she could see their classmates whispering and gasping wildly. Ugh, she was never going to live this down. “Since you’re just…hanging around,” he laughed as she slapped his shoulder playfully. “You can give me a few pointers on what spells might come in handy for our duels. ” He set her down on her feet as they reached the double doors to the Great Hall.

“Thanks, if you would have just carried me in like that, Snape would have a field day taking points for inappropriate friendship or something,” she said, adjusting her blouse. Harry slung his arm loosely around her neck as they entered the Hall, ignoring the looks they were receiving.

“Do you think he will allow us to duel in pairs?”

“Doubt it,” Ron said, falling into step beside them. “Moody’s the type to want to prove when you’re in battle, you only depend on you to watch your back. ”

“Couldn’t have said it better, Weasley,” Moody said gruffly, startling the Trio as he limped pass them.

Hermione was almost sure he was not following them. Dinner was filled with excited chatter and speculations over who would be chosen as Hogwarts Champion.

“Hey, Gin, do you know a Ravenclaw named Luna Lovegood? She’s in your year. ”

Ginny snorted into her goblet of pumpkin juice. “Yeah, Loony Lovegood, they call her, and with good reason. Why are you asking?”

“I met her in Ancient Runes today. She was…interesting, to say the least. ”

Ginny arched an eyebrow in a way that practically screamed, ‘I am the only girl in your life!’ “Interesting, really?”

Hermione sighed and nudged her friend’s shoulder. “It’s not like that, Gin. She is smart and her dad has his own magazine. She just seemed interesting to me and it bothers me that everyone makes fun of such a perfectly nice and intelligent girl because she believes in an unusual thing or two. ” Hermione lowered her voice a little. “Besides, why should you be jealous? If I am not mistaken, I have noticed you admiring little Michael Corner from afar. ”

Ginny blushed scarlet and Hermione slid her hand up underneath her skirt. “Yes,” she sighed. “Very interesting. ”

After dinner, Ginny went off with some of her other friends to await the selection of the champions while Hermione sat in between an excited Harry and Ron.

Meira sighed dramatically as Dumbledore made a show of extinguishing the fires around the Hall wordlessly.

Hermione herself was a bit bored. She really wanted to finish going over those spells for the duels. The only reason she actually stayed behind rather than going up to her dorm was so that she could see if Cedric made it or not. The blue flames flared red and a piece of burnt parchment flew into Dumbledore’s hand. Viktor Krum made Durmstrang’s Champion to no one’s surprise. The flames flared again. This time it was Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons. Ron sighed heavily beside her prompting Hermione to scan him.

“…is the most beautiful of all the girls. ”

Hermione snorted lightly, drawing Harry’s attention. The flames flared one last time, revealing the Hogwarts Champion: Cedric Diggory.

“Fucking hell,” Hermione hissed as the entire school erupted in applause.

Harry rubbed her back, trying to console her. “He’s going to be fine, Hermione. ”

“You can’t know that, Harry. People have died in this competition. It’s not like if you make a mistake the professors will correct it for you or you can run to the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey will fix you right up.”

Hermione felt agitated. And she would later regret her little tirade, because while she was explaining to Harry just how dangerous the Tournament is, she completely missed the Goblet flaring again.

“Harry Potter!”
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