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The Dragon Chronicles	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 55731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Hi everyone! How exciting was yesterday’s Eurovision final??? I’m very surprised over the final result. And as usual, the middle act was the best thing of the entire show. But then, anything that has Måns ripping off his shirt has got to be awesome.

I’m sad to say that I haven’t had time to reply to all reviews yet. I’ve only had the energy to respond to the signed in ones. The rest it’s coming, only slowly. I had another cyst breaking earlier this week, but because of Eurovision, I did not want to go into hospital. So I’ve tried to conserve my strength as much as possible. But now that it’s over, I felt that it was best to get this chapter out as soon as possible if I do end up in the hospital again. But I still love all your reviews so much, so keep them coming!

Special thanks to Dragul and Madval29 who inspired the first scene in this chapter. When I read their reviews, I couldn’t help but to add it!

I hope you like the chapter!

Chapter 7

Hermione had insisted on letting Kara take Harry and Ron somewhere safe and out of the rain. Harry was an excellent flier. On a broom. Sitting on a dragon made him for the first time feel just how high up in the air he actually was, and that he had no control whatsoever.

From Ron’s mumbling prayers, he had realised the same thing.

They flew south, and after fifteen minutes, the rain stopped. By then Harry’s hands were numb from the cold and his legs were stiff from clinging to the dragon.

Thankfully, Kara soon spotted something and went down for landing. They had reached a cliffy part of the south coast and Kara soon found a natural cave that would be impossible to reach unless you were an experienced climber.

It wasn’t a big cave, but it was dry and allowed Harry and Ron to slide off Kara’s back and light a fire with the spare wand Hermione had given Harry.

“Bloody hell, I don’t think I ever want to fly again,” Ron muttered, shivering in his wet robes.

It was the same striped Azkaban robes as Sirius had had when Harry met him for the first time. They were in a little better condition, but the recognition was enough to send a stab of pain through his heart.

“Hold on,” Harry said, frowning, trying to remember the charm to dry someone’s clothes. Dumbledore had cast it on him the same night he died. “Right… Exaresco!”

The water on Ron’s robes evaporated. Harry repeated the same spell over himself, his clothes becoming dry and warm.

“Did Hermione leave any food?” Ron asked.

Harry couldn’t help but grin. Ron saw it and smiled too.

“Well, the grub at Azkaban wasn’t what I’d have liked,” Ron added.

Harry’s grin faded as he looked at his friend again. Ron had always been lanky, but now his cheeks were hollow and his fingers could only be described as bony. For whatever reason, Voldemort had at least kept Harry from going hungry during his imprisonment.

“Yeah, she left a bag, said it had clothes and stuff as well. Let’s see what she left,” Harry said, taking the beaded bag out from inside his robe. Soon, he had taken out a loaf of bread, a package of smoked fish and a couple of apples.

Ron all but inhaled his share of the food and just ten minutes later they were happily full and dry.

“Do you think we have to get the dragon something?” Ron asked, leaning back against a boulder.

Harry looked at the dragon. Hermione had said that he understood them and had learned to nod and shake his head in reply. Still, the last time Harry had been this close to a dragon, it had tried to eat him.

“Er, excuse me, Kara,” Harry said carefully, stepping closer to the dragon’s head. “Do you want some food? Or like… should we try and get you something?”

The dragon had been lying with his head on his forepaws, eyes closed, but now he looked at Harry in a way that reminded him off Hermione when Harry had asked her a particularly stupid question.

“You hunt for your own food,” Harry realised. Of course Hermione wouldn’t have had to fix food for him. He was a dragon, not a puppy.

The dragon nodded and then crawled out of the cave, taking off, gliding over the water before disappearing out of sight.

“I can’t believe Hermione got a dragon,” Ron said, amaze in his voice. “No, wait. I can. It’s just as scary as she is.”

Harry snorted. “She saved me with it. Flew right through the walls of Hogwarts.”

“Wicked,” Ron gasped.

Harry nodded, but the worry was gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Hermione would be at Hogwarts now, facing Voldemort. Would he accept her proposal or kill her on sight? Either way, he and Ron had to get ready.

“We should start planning,” Harry said, sitting down next to Ron. “No matter what Hermione manages to do, we should have a backup plan.”

Ron nodded. “Did you say that You-Know-Who also has a dragon now?”

Harry nodded. “We’ll have to deal with them.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. And then I thought, who else do we know that works a lot with dragons and could help us find out more about them?”

A smile spread across Harry’s face. “Charlie.”

xxx

By the time Snape returned to Hogwarts, Voldemort was in a foul mood. It seemed Snape was now so useless that he couldn’t even retrieve an unarmed child from a prison cell.

When Voldemort reached the entrance of Hogwarts, Snape wasn’t leading a shackled Weasley through the doors.

It was Granger.

He hid his surprise and just made a gestured for Snape to follow him back to his office. He had taken over an unused classroom in the dungeons and made it into his office while he was staying at Hogwarts. It was close to a hidden corridor leading directly to the Chamber of Secrets, where Elva and Tolv were currently resting.

Once they were all inside his office, he turned to Granger.

“My dear, what a pleasure to see you again,” he greeted, hoping to see her tremble.

She didn’t. In fact, she was smiling.

“Hello. I brought you a wedding gift,” she said. She was nervous, but there was a gleam of victory in her eyes. It intrigued him.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Snape is working for Dumbledore and Harry. He let Ron go.”

“What?” Snape hissed, wiping up his wand.

Voldemort was faster. He disarmed Snape with a crimson flash, way too curious to hear what Granger had to say to let Snape stop her with assurances of his loyalty.

“Go on,” Voldemort told Granger, stepping closer to her.

Granger was definitely not comfortable with him coming up to her, but she kept their eyes locked. “He told us that he and Dumbledore had a plan to let us find and destroy your Horcruxes before finally letting you kill Harry. That would have killed you in return, because Harry was also a Horcrux.”

He wasn’t sure what he had expected her to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. How could anyone know about his Horcruxes?

More importantly, how could Snape have tricked him?

But the most important question of them all was: why was Granger telling him this?

“You are working with Potter too, my dear. In fact, you just destroyed part of my castle to retrieve him,” Voldemort reminded her. “So why would you turn on one of your own?”

Something dark flew through her eyes. “Because Snape is a coward and a bully and I’m willing to sacrifice him to get something from you.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“I want to be the new Headmistress of Hogwarts.”

Voldemort laughed. He hadn’t laughed since the transformation, and the new laugh sounded strange in his ears. Much darker. That would require some getting used to.

“You expect me to give you back Hogwarts just because you claim Severus is a spy?”

Granger shook her head. “I realise you’ll still be in control of Hogwarts. But if I’m the Headmistress, I’ll have control over the day to day affairs. Since you have kept Hogwarts open, I can only assume you want to educate the students. I’ll make sure they are, but without them being tortured.”

“So you can recruit them to join Potter,” Voldemort scoffed.

She snorted. “Oh yes, because torturing them like you do now won’t make them want to rebel.”

She took a deep breath and clasped her hands together in front of her. Voldemort could see that she was building up the courage to say something.

“Look, I think that you had something planned when you married me. Something other than just killing me the next time we met. So, to prevent you from being able to use me to get to Harry, I can’t be with him anymore. But I still want to help, somehow.

“A way for me to help passively is to stay at Hogwarts. I’ll make sure the students are safe and get an education. If you win, they’ll just continue to be safe and educated. If Harry wins, they’ll also safe and educated. In the end, the wizarding world will have employable young adults to help rebuild society once the war has ended.”

“You’ll use your position here to help your friends,” he pointed out. Did she really take him for a fool?

“How much do you think I’ll be able to help them in here?”

“You claim Severus did,” Voldemort reminded her.

Her expression darkened and she cast an eye at the paralysed wizard lying behind her. “No, I said that he and Dumbledore had worked together to make sure we did what we did all the dangerous stuff. He was too busy playing your lapdog to actively help us. Coward.”

“Oh, so that’s it,” Voldemort said softly. “You want to be my lapdog again.”

She looked back at him again, alarm flashing through her wide eyes; but the blush creeping up her cheeks also signalled guilt. He smiled, which made her look down again.

“It’s just the potion,” she said in a low voice. “I am here to make sure the children at this school make it through the war – regardless of who wins it. I’m the only one who can do so.”

“And being my lapdog is just a pleasant bonus,” he added.

Her cheeks were deep red now. “No. Not ... I don’t want anything like that.”

He slowly came closer and grasped her chin. She tried to shy away, but he held her steady, forcing her to look at him again.

“And what if that is one of my conditions to let you stay?” he asked.

Her eyes were wide and her gaze kept shifting to different spots on his face. “You— You will only let me stay if I sleep with you again?”

“Would you agree to that?”

He could see the sweat forming on her forehead. Her hands were squeezed together into a tight fist in front of her, and her shoulders were stiff with nerves.

“I— Okay,” she said. “If I have to.”

Voldemort smiled in triumph and let go of her, taking a few steps away. “No, you don’t have to. I prefer seeing you beg. The next time we fuck, you will be coming to me by your own free will. Not because you have to.”

He stopped in front of Snape whose eyes were wide in panic. He knew what was waiting for him.

“I think your first act as Headmistress will be to assist me in feeding my dragons. They were just wondering what burned wizard tasted like.”

xxx

Hermione had known that she was sending Snape to his death, but she, Ron and Harry had decided that it was a sacrifice that needed to happen. However, seeing Snape die was something completely different.

Especially in such a gruesome way.

Thus, she tried to distract herself in any way possible. And the only one there to offer her some distraction was Voldemort.

“What happened to your face?” she found herself asking, studying him more closely while ignoring the sound of bones breaking as the dragon had their meal.

Voldemort glanced down at her. He seemed completely at ease. She wondered how many people he had killed in horrible ways such as this. Then she realised that she didn’t want to know.

“Do you like it?” he asked, smiling.

“It looks human,” she remarked. “I didn’t think you wanted to be human.”

“I missed blowing my nose,” he said, smiling.

She scowled. “I think it must be a side effect of the bonding. That was very powerful magic.”

He shrugged. “It was a small price to pay for the power it brought. Besides, it will be interesting to see how long you’ll be able to keep your hands off me now that I’m pretty again.”

Hermione was about to retort when she saw one of the dragons spitting out Snape’s burnt, half-chewed head. Her body reacted at once. She threw up – right upon Voldemort’s legs.

He sighed. “If you weren’t my wife, I would have tortured you for that. But I think you have had enough punishment for tonight.”

He vanished the vomit and grabbed her arm, leading her away from the chamber.

Her knees were shaky, and she loathed that she had to lean on Voldemort for support.

She couldn’t believe she had actually done this. Sacrificing Snape had seemed like a good idea at the time, but she hadn’t expected Voldemort to make her watch. Then again, it was probably only fair. She was the one who had doomed Snape after all.

No doubt she would have nightmares, but that wasn’t even the worst part. Now, she had to stay here with Voldemort and be a Headmistress. She didn’t know how much power Voldemort would allow her to have. If he allowed her to fire his Death Eaters, that would be worth it, though. The students had to be safe. If she could make sure that happened, she wouldn’t even feel guilty for Snape’s death.

She hoped.

Voldemort brought her all the way up to the Headmaster’s office without saying a word. The corridors lay deserted this late at night, to which she was thankful. She knew she would meet her old teachers tomorrow, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. It would bring up a lot of questions.

When they came to the office, Voldemort finally let go of her.

Hermione was surprised to find the room bare of any decoration except the very basic furniture you could expect to find in an office. Only the portraits of the old Headmasters and Headmistresses of the school were still on the wall.

They were all looking down at her with various expression, ranging from curiosity to shock.

“Allow me to present the new Headmistress of the school,” Voldemort said smoothly, gesturing to her. “My wife, Hermione Granger.”

Hermione couldn’t take her eyes from Dumbledore’s portrait. His piercing blue eyes made her squirm and want to cry.

“What happened to Severus?” one of the other portraits asked, curious.

“My dragons were hungry,” Voldemort replied with a smile. “What do you say, Albus? Do you approve of my choice?”

Hermione was finally able to look away when Dumbledore turned his gaze to Voldemort.

“I am not certain what shocks me more, Tom. That you married a Muggle-born, or that you made her Headmistress,” Dumbledore said in a polite tone.

Hermione could see Voldemort press his lips together at the mention of his birth name, but he quickly brushed it aside. “You wouldn’t be surprised if you knew how much she has done to earn this position. She is a very ambitious woman, wouldn’t you say so?”

“Certainly,” Dumbledore agreed. “It will be interesting to see what she plans to do with the school, but it looks like she needs to rest. Perhaps we should wait with the introductions until tomorrow?”

“Always so thoughtful, Dumbledore,” Voldemort said. “I expect the house-elves have removed Severus’s possessions from the chambers by now?”

“Yes, it’s ready for Mi— Professor Granger,” Dumbledore said.

“Till next time,” Voldemort nodded, took Hermione’s hand and led her to a door at the back of the office, which she had never noticed before.

“You and Professor Dumbledore seem to be getting along,” she said softly as they descended a spiral staircase which led to a new circular room, reminding her of the Gryffindor common room, but coloured in pale blue and green instead of red and gold.

“He is more tolerable dead,” Voldemort said.

They stopped at the end of the staircase and he turned and looked her over.

She tried not to squirm under his gaze, but she couldn’t bring herself to look back at him. Instead, her eyes landed on the inviting blue sofa. She would very much like to lie down.

Voldemort still held her hand in his, and his thumb was stroking the back of her fingers.

“I have to mark you,” he finally said, making her look at him in shock.

Did he mean the Dark Mark?

But he wasn’t looking at her arm. He was looking at her hand. Her left hand.

“We are married, people will need a visual reminder of that,” he continued, this thumb stopping at her ring finger.

“Are you going to give me a wedding ring?” she asked, surprised.

It was better than a Dark Mark, that’s for sure, but she wasn’t very eager to be reminded of him every time she looked down at her finger.

Then again, that was probably what he wanted.

“Yes,” he said. “I will have to make one before tomorrow. Until I come back, you will stay here. If you are hungry, you can call a house-elf, but I suspect you will fall asleep soon.”

She thought so too.

“I will join you once I’m finished,” he continued, finally letting go of her hand.

“Wait, what?” Hermione said, frowning. “Join me?”

“In bed,” he stated, as if she was a stupid five-year-old.

“But you said you wouldn’t have sex with me!” she exclaimed, very mixed feeling washing over her, which she didn’t feel like analysing at that moment.

“To sleep,” he clarified, rolling his eyes. “We are married, and as far as everyone is concerned, happily so.”

“But why can’t we sleep in separate rooms? Aren’t you afraid I’ll ... strangle you in your sleep or something?” she tried.

He laughed. “You know you can’t and will be punished if you tried, so no, I’m not afraid. Now, go to bed.”

He made a gesture towards a door and then went up the staircase again. Hermione glared at him. Why was he doing this? What could he possibly want to achieve by sleeping next to her? Was it just to torment her?

It had to be. He knew what the potion from their wedding night was doing to her. He had said that she would beg for him.

Groaning, she decided that it was an issue for later. She was exhausted and she needed to contact Kara and tell him that she was okay. Then, after a few hours of sleep, she would hopefully be able to deal with whatever Voldemort was planning for her.
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