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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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Once again, sorry for taking so long with posting. My health is very poor, but thankfully, I've managed to stay away from the hospital. I do hope I'll get better soon, but if I suddenly disappear for a while, it's probably because I'm too sick to update and stuff like that. But the story is finished otherwise, it just has to be betaed, so don't worry about it becoming abandoned!
As always, thank you Ozzy for betaing! You are the best! And thanks to everyone who have read, reviewed and rated this story! It really warms my heart! Review replies can be found here: http://tomioneconvention.forumotion.com/t1011-review-reply-serpent-of-the-world#49715
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Chapter 7
Hermione felt her heart beat fast in fear as she ran back to the tower to get her things. She was going to leave Hogwarts with Voldemort for crying out loud! She wasn’t sure exactly what it was that had got him to take her along, but she didn’t for a second believe that it was just to help her. He may not want to deal with the Serpent of Midgard, but he sure as hell wouldn’t help her unless he had something to gain from it.
What could he want? Leverage on Harry? Knowledge of Slytherin’s lessons? Someone to torture when he got bored?
Or did he just want to keep the only one that knew who he really was in sight?
Well, it was possible that he wanted all of the above. And she had just agreed to come along with him. However, it wasn’t like she could let him out of her sight. She knew what Tom Riddle was capable of. It didn’t matter that he was seventeen again; he was still a mass murderer. And she was the only one who knew he existed.
Not that she had any idea how to stop him from doing exactly what he wanted. Slytherin hadn’t told her how he kept Riddle under control, only that it had to do with Slytherin creating him.
There were still Slytherin’s books though.
Hermione paused at the staircase and glanced at her watch. She could make it down to the Chamber and get them. But that meant taking the risk of Riddle finding out that they existed. He would probably search through her things at the first opportunity.
However, without Slytherin’s books, she would never even have a chance of finding out how Slytherin controlled him. It would have to be worth it.
She ran to the Gryffindor tower, through the common room and up to the dorm she shared with Ginny.
“What happened?” Ginny asked, when she burst into the room.
“I have to go,” Hermione said and waved her wand over her belongings, summoning all of them into her beaded bag. There was no time to sort through them. Since the bag could contain an infinite amount of belongings, it was better if she brought too much than too little.
“Why? What happened?” Ginny asked again, sitting up in her bed and putting her book down.
“I don’t have time to explain,” Hermione said and summoned her cloak. “I have something I need to do and I don’t know how long it will take. I’ll try to send an Owl.”
She left again, ignoring her friend’s questions. When she came back, she would have to think up a really good explanation. Right now, she had to get those books and put them somewhere Riddle would never think to look.
On her way down to the Chamber, she withdrew a sock from her beaded bag. As she walked, she put an Undetectable Extension Charm on the sock, same as she had on the beaded bag, so it would be able to contain more than it should. She also put a Notice-Me-Not spell on it, so no one would think to take a closer look at it.
Once the sock was done, she got out another sock and did the same to that one. She did it on seven different socks, until she finally stopped. That should be enough. If Riddle found one of them and asked, she would say that her left foot was one size bigger than the other one, and the socks were never comfortable, so she had had to enlarge them. But she hadn’t want anyone to notice it, because that would have been embarrassing.
Holding the last sock in her hand, she entered the Chambers of Secrets and hurried to Slytherin’s room. The fake wall gave way as soon as she touched it (had Slytherin planned for her to go down there to the books?) and she stepped through.
Another summoning spell, and everything in the room flew into the bright blue sock. She put it back into the beaded bag and hurried out again.
She had a good twenty minutes to spare when she finally exited Hogwarts’ grounds. She looked around, and just then, Riddle stepped out of the shadows.
Hermione blinked in surprise when she saw him. All summer, she had never thought about the way Riddle dressed. It had all been very common, bland clothing, even if everything looked good on him. Now, however, he was wearing a robe that seemed to float around him. The fabric was so black it was almost shining, and the silver details and buttons made it look expensive. However, that was not all. His whole expression had altered. He looked … older.
Then it struck her, he didn’t have to hide anymore. The thought made her freeze in fear. She hadn’t thought this through. She had taken Slytherin’s protection for granted, and despite Riddle’s threats, she hadn’t considered what he would do now that he was rid of the only thing that had been keeping him back.
“Good, you are here.” Even Riddle’s voice was different. It was much colder than it had been before. He really wasn’t trying to play nice anymore.
“Yes,” Hermione replied, deciding to take the safest route and not anger him. At least not now.
“We are going to Apparate,” he said and stepped closer to her. “Once we reach our destination, you will not talk. You will not run, you will not try to fight and you will not cry.”
Hermione frowned. “What are you going to do?”
“I own several properties all over the world. However, I imagine I will have to remind the current safe-keeper of that fact.” He held out his arm.
Somewhere at the back of her mind, Hermione heard a warning bell ringing. “But how do you know they are still yours? If you acquired them before you were 17—”
He interrupted her with a cold laugh. “Ah yes, Salazar had you convinced that I only remember my life up until the point where I made the first horcrux. Well, there are many things our honoured ancestor didn’t know about.”
She was seeing that more and more.
Riddle, apparently getting tired of waiting for her, grabbed her arm.
“On three. One, two—”
Hermione felt the nauseating experience of being pushed through a narrow object. The next moment, they were standing outside a surprisingly cosy-looking cottage in the middle of a forest. Wherever they were, it was still the middle of the night, and the only source of light came from candles in the cottage’s windows.
Riddle walked up to the white painted door and knocked hard, thrice. When no one came to open it, he knocked again, harder.
The door opened a little, and Hermione could see an old dark man peek out. “It’s the middle of the night, go away.”
“Rudolph,” Riddle said. “Time to pack up and leave.”
“What for? Who are you?” Rudolph asked, clearly annoyed.
Riddle moved his hand so fast Hermione hardly saw it. Before she knew it, Rudolph had been thrown back from the doorway, screaming in agony.
“What are you doing?” Hermione screamed and ran up to Riddle, grabbing his wand hand. “You can’t just torture—”
Riddle silenced her with such an ice-piercing look, Hermione actually took a step back. Right, no talking.
Riddle stepped through the doorway and Hermione hurried after. She just had time to see a flash of green light hit the old man. She stared at him in horror.
“Evanesco,” Riddle said, making the body disappear. “I thought my orders were perfectly clear, Granger.”
Hermione still stared at the spot where Rudolph had lain. “You just—”
“Killed him? Yes, he was an unnecessary complication. It suited me better to have him dead.”
She slowly turned to look at him. “What?”
Riddle removed his outer robe and threw it over a deep brown armchair. A small table stood next to it, with a blue tea cup, still half-full. A book was lying next to it. Rudolph must have been having a lovely, relaxed evening before they had shown up. It was a romance novel, she noticed. Strange that a grown wizard would read a romance novel.
Riddle sat down in the armchair and leaned back, his right hand holding his wand effortlessly against the armrest. “You do not seem to comprehend what has happened, Granger. I’m free. You are the only one who knows that I’m alive, and I intend to keep it that way. You are only alive because I need you to be. Salazar planned for you to learn all his secrets so you could carry on his legacy and responsibilities to the next generation. That suits me, and thus, that is what you will do.”
Hermione just stared at him. Her usually very fast brain was still trying to take in everything that was happening. She had lived through a war. She had experienced things no one should ever have to go through. And yet, she couldn’t quite grasp this new situation she found herself in.
“The rules will be quite simple, dear sister,” Riddle continued. “You won’t get in my way. If you do, I will punish you. I will teach you how to control snakes, and once you can do that, you’ll go down to the Serpent of Midgard and put him at ease again. After that, we will discuss your future. As long as you don’t jeopardise my work, you can do pretty much anything you want, but I will keep an eye on you. We are siblings, after all.”
His features gave him the appearance of one so young; younger than her even. But the dark eyes belonged to someone much older. His whole demeanour screamed of experience and power. It struck her how much he had had them fooled. He remembered everything. He may look 17, but his mind wasn’t.
“Now, I will of course have a say in your choice of husband. His blood will mix with mine, and we want the next generation to become as powerful as possible.”
That make Hermione snap out of her shock and finally catch up to the moment. “No.”
Riddle tilted his head forward, just the slightest, and arched an eyebrow in question. “No?”
“No. You can’t possibly think I’ll agree to any of that! Once I’ve saved the world from the madness of your ancestor, that will be it. We will each go our separate ways and not meet again until another battle, in which we will fight on opposite sides. If you want a next generation, then you go and get pregnant.”
Riddle looked at her for a few seconds, unimpressed. Then he flicked his wand, in the smallest of motions. Hermione fell down, screaming. It felt like her blood was on fire! She could feel it rushing around in her veins, burning her up from the inside.
Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Hermione stayed on the ground, panting through her mouth. Her nose was bleeding. She lifted a shaky hand and was about to press the hem of her shirt against her nose, when a towel appeared before her.
Riddle pressed it against her nose. “Lean forward, it will pass soon.”
Hermione tried to push him away, but her arms were weak from the pain of the curse.
“Blood magic is very powerful when used against your own blood,” Riddle said happily. “I haven’t had a chance to try it since I was young, and I have learned a lot of new things since then. So believe me when I say I have ways of punishing you. Because of our bond, dear sister, I don’t even have to be physically near you to hurt you. All I need is my own blood, and fortunately, I have it with me all the time.”
He dragged her up and made her sit down on the brown sofa.
“Episkey,” Riddle said, pointing his wand at her nose, before removing the towel. “Have I made myself clear?”
Hermione nodded. Perfectly clear. She wouldn’t go against him again, until she had read up on blood magic. If he was so careless with information, that must only mean he knew of a way to block her if she tried to use the same thing against him. She would have to find that before doing anything else. That was one unpleasant curse.
“Good. Rest here for a bit. I’ll go and inspect the house. I do believe there are two bedrooms, but I doubt the beds are made in both.”
He patted her head and left the sofa. Hermione took a deep breath through her now-healed nose. This was going to be so much worse than she had imagined.
xxx
Tom stood in the doorway and watched Granger sleep. The curse had indeed taken its toll on her; he had found her asleep on the sofa. She hadn’t even stirred when he had floated her to her bedroom and put her into bed. Then again, it was almost four in the morning. It had been a long night. Thankfully, they could both sleep in tomorrow.
His sister. He had never wanted siblings, but he now found himself curious about what it would be like. It wouldn’t be long until he had disciplined her; she may prove useful. There were, of course, dangers of having someone else walk around with his blood in them, but no one needed to know about that. Granger wouldn’t tell, he was quite sure of it.
The only question was what he would use her for. There were countless ways, but he hadn’t decided on the best one yet. In fact, he hadn’t decided anything for sure about his future. Lord Voldemort was dead, no one would expect him to cause any problem anymore. Did Tom want people to continue to believe he was dead or not?
It would be easy to gather followers by proving that not even Harry Potter could kill Lord Voldemort. They would fear and awe him. But what would he use them for? If he came back as Lord Voldemort, people would expect him to continue to conquer the world and wipe out the Muggles. Did he really want to do that right now?
He wasn’t immortal anymore. He still wasn’t sure what Salazar had done to bring him back, or how that affected him. As memories came back, would his age come too? The first thing he needed was answers. Granger would be useful with that. He would have to get the information out of her.
Should he use force or not? He snorted softly to himself. Like she would tell him voluntarily. No, he could force the answers out of her. Make her talk, then teach her what she needed to know.
Yes, that would be a good first step. The more information he got, the better plans he could make for the future.
He left the doorway and went to his own room. He crawled under the covers and put the light out with his wand. The cottage was silent around him. He wondered what he would dream about that night. He had lied to Granger when he had said he remembered everything. New memories were still appearing every time he slept. He had enough memories to put together what had happened the last fifty years, but he still wasn’t sure what he was missing. The memories themselves didn’t feel like normal memories. It felt like he was watching someone else’s life. It was a strange feeling. He thought about his memories as if they were a book he recalled reading, but he couldn’t connect with them the same way he could to his own recent memories. It was quite frustrating. Yet, they kept coming...
“Master?”
He chuckled and closed the book he had been reading to look up at the young woman entering the library. “Master? I don’t recall anyone calling me ‘master’ before.”
“But you are,” she said, hurrying forward to sit down by his feet. Her face shone with devotion. “My Lord and Master.”
Affectionately, she stroked her cheek against his knee.
“You flatter me, Miss Black,” he said, even though he was pleased with her submission.
“Please, call me Bella, my Lord.”
“Bella,” he said and stroked her black hair. She closed her eyes and shuddered with pleasure. He was mildly surprised that she would show her devotion to him this openly. They had met just the other week, at her sister’s engagement party. Ever since then, he had hardly been able to get rid of her. At first, he had been annoyed. He had had enough girls going after him at Hogwarts, hoping for some romance.
But after the incident last night, he had begun to see her in a new light.
“How old are you, Bella?” he asked.
“I just turned seventeen, my Lord,” she offered. “I’ll be leaving Hogwarts next year.”
He looked at her, amused. “Are you lying to me because you know I only take followers who are of-age, or because you think I won’t bed a minor?”
She looked up at him, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. “I’ll turn seventeen next month. I am leaving Hogwarts next year.”
He held out his hand and when she took it, he pulled her up and tugged her into his lap. She squirmed in delight.
“I know about your followers. I want to be one of them. All my life, I have been looking for someone to teach me, guide me. When I first saw you, I knew you could teach me more,” Bella whispered eagerly, leaning closer to him.
He stroked her face, his hand coming to rest under her chin. “I was wondering if the performance last night was for my benefit. How long have you been studying the Dark Arts?”
“All my life,” she responded eagerly. “But I know I’m not remotely close to your level. I can see it around you. Smell it.”
She placed a hand against his chest, and her eyes turned misty, her pupils dilating in attraction. “Feel it.”
He took her hand and kissed the back of her fingers. “I can feel it in you too, my dear. And I will be honoured to take you as one of my followers … after you graduate.”
He could see the disappointment in her eyes.
“However, that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a private lesson. If you’d like,” he said, and smiled as she shone with delight.
Tom woke up with an unpleasant hard-on. Sweet Merlin, how he missed having followers. Their devotion was intoxicating. Having their lives in his hand… especially Bella. Oh, he had had many wet dreams about Bella. Such a shame he would never have control over her again. But she had failed him by dying.
Hm. Even if he wasn’t sure he wanted to return as Lord Voldemort, there was nothing standing in his way of getting new followers. People always flocked around power and ambition. He could collect some worthy individuals. He didn’t know what he needed them for yet, but it was always good to have followers at hand to do the things you didn’t feel like doing.
He got out of bed and headed towards the shower to take care of himself. Perhaps he should have asked Luna to come with him? She had been excellent company and was much more likely to succumb to him, long before Granger did. Then again, it was not as if his sexual urges were a problem for him. If he didn’t want them, he ignored them. They were just pleasant to indulge from time to time.
As he stepped into the shower, he shook his head. He really was a teenage boy again; it had been years since he had thought about sex this much. Or wanked off in the shower. Then again, all the transformations he had undergone the last time had reduced his sexual appetite to almost zero. Much to Bella’s disappointment. If she could see him now, she’d jump with happiness. Right into his bed.
Oh, Salazar save him, he had even got a teenager’s humour.
His deed done, he dried off with a spell and wrapped a housecoat around himself as he walked into the small kitchenette. Rudolph had stocked it well and he easily found tea and toast. As the water started to boil, Granger came out of her room as well, still dressed in the clothes she had been wearing last night. She was watching him with caution.
“Don’t worry, Granger, I won’t torture you on an empty stomach,” Tom greeted her, chipper.
She glared at him, but went up and took down a cup for herself.
“I don’t want to do this if you are going to constantly torture me,” she growled.
“Don’t disobey my orders and I won’t have to,” Tom replied. “Toast?”
She nodded, but didn’t respond. Clearly, she could see that it was fruitless. Or, knowing her, she was waiting to bring it up when a better opportunity arose and she actually had something to bargain with.
“I’m going to find you a snake to practice on today,” Tom said as they sat down to eat. “Once you have it, you’ll get used to the way you speak with snakes. You have the language in your blood, but you need to understand the culture of the snakes. I can’t teach you that, you have to figure it out for yourself.”
“By asking the snake?” she asked, sounding doubtful.
“For example. If you are nice, the snake may allow you to come and watch it in its natural habitat.”
He finished his tea and went to the door of the cottage. Taking a deep breath, he called out, commanding all snakes closeby to come to him. It only took a few seconds. No snake could withstand the order of a true Parselmouth.
Inspecting the gathered crowd, he chose a brown and black Smooth Snake, 26 inches long. It was probably best to start with something that wasn’t poisonous.
“Hello, what’s your name?” Tom asked and picked the snake up, after sending the others away.
“Mischich,” the snake replied. “Pleased to meet you, Tongued One.”
“Likewise, Mischich,” Tom said and closed the door again. “This is my sister, Hermione. She wishes to play with you, oblige her.”
“Yes, Tongued One.”
He handed the snake to Granger, who looked quite uncomfortable touching it. Silly Mudblood.
“I’ll be back later. You can go out with Mischich if you want, but don’t go far. I will find you if you do,” Tom said, making sure the threat went across.
“It’s not like I have anywhere else to be,” Granger muttered, inspecting the snake even though her mouth was pressed together in a repulsed grimace.
Tom nodded and Apparated away. He would question her later, tonight. Today, he would find out if there were any worthy followers at hand.
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