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The Plague	By : QueenRuby Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 18283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Sorry for the really long absence. I beg forgiveness. I’m going to try to wrap this story up since I hate it when others leave stories undone. Not sure If I’ll write any more as RL keeps getting in the way. If I do it probably wont be posted until the whole thing is finished.

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Chapter 8:

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If anyone had told her two weeks ago that she would be sitting down in a room full of Death Eaters and Luna and not be scared of being tortured she would have thought them insane. Let alone if they told her Lord Voldemort would be there pacing and angry while Luna was braiding her hair then she would have called the men wearing white coats.

“So we are at a dead end on finding this one witch in the whole world that can save everyone and everything we’ve tried to do to break the bindings on Hermione are failing.” Voldemort didn’t really expect an answer he was just venting.

“Have you thought of breaking the bindings with another binding?” Severus suggested before taking a sip of his Fire Whiskey.

“Your talking about one of the old bindings, where no previous binding can stand against it. Usually they were bindings of marriage and would break and spells placed on the couple by others.” Hermione frowned as she thought about it. “It might be the only way but, no offence, which one of you would be willing to soil your bloodline by putting me in it. They are permanent bindings.”

“Well if no one else volunteers you could always take the Dark Mark.” Voldemort suggested with what could only be thought of as a smile.

“Oh like that will go over well with your followers.” Hermione huffed.

“Perhaps Merlin knows more then he is telling.” Luna offered before cocking her head to the side as if she was listening to something no one else could here. “The other realm is in a tizzy, they say the balance must be restored.”

“The balance hasn’t been restored in over a thousand years.” Lucius glared at Luna, “Next you’ll be saying that the Mudblood is the one who will do it.”

“Crucio!” Voldemort hissed finding Lucius screaming and twisting on the ground very soothing.

“Maybe we shouldn’t scramble all of his brains just yet.” Hermione said staring at Voldemort as she couldn’t bring her self to look at Lucius. “He doesn’t have many to begin with and we might need them.”

Voldemort glared at her for just a second then released the spell with a nod before turning toward Lucius. “Never call her that again or you will be housed with Dolohov.”

“Yess, My Lo-Lord!” Lucius said before he struggled into an up right position and kissed the hem Of the Dark Lords robes.

“Okay so the real question is who is Hermione going to marry,” Rabastan wiggled his eyebrows at her causing her to chuckle. “So Hermione which one of us gets to worship your body like the goddess you are? I should let you know that Severus is good with those long finger of his but I’ve made many women scream to god with my tongue alone.”

Hermione turned bright red and seemed to need to take a deep breath. “Well when you put it like that how can a woman chose?”

“She doesn’t have to,” Voldemort growled glaring at both of them in turn.

“Well maybe she should chose both of them.” Luna offered felling a little braver as she was sitting behind Hermione and she was starting to believe that The Dark Lord might have a thing for Hermione.

“I think not,” Voldemort said as he stroked his wand and glared at Luna. “We should get back to the matter at hand, finding Morganna’s heir!”

“I did find a mention that Mordrid had a wife who blessed him with twins, but it was only a line or two and after that it only talks about his son that is listed in the genealogy.” Hermione grumbled.

“Well maybe the twins were squibs?” Rabastan said, “Then they wouldn’t be added to the Magical genealogy but might have there own muggle ones.”

“If that is the case our job just got harder,” Hermione said with a groan.

“Why is that?” Lucius asked.

“Muggles don’t really keep track of their ancestry, unless they have royal blood,” she sighed. “Most can’t even tell you who there great great grandparents were.”

“Then this will make life more difficult.” Severus added.

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“Where is she!” Harry Potter demanded as he slammed the door shut to Dumbledore’s office.

“We are looking all over for her my boy.” Dumble’s voice was calm and soothing as if he was dealing with a wild animal.

“Hermione, the closest thing I have to family has been gone for two weeks.” Harry hissed his eyes flashing red for just a second. “You have fed me one bull shit excuse after another old man. Well let me tell you this. In two days time I have either a non polyjuice Hermione here, healthy, and happy. Or I leave your order of the goose and go find her my self.”

Dumbledore winced as Harry slammed the door even harder on the way out. He was starting to lose control and it was all the Mudblood’s fault. He knew the moment Minerva came back from meeting the girl and explaining Hogwarts to her, that she would be trouble. That and the magical core test they give all Mudblood was through the roof. No one should be that powerful, it was even worse that she was that powerful and not from a pure linage.

He had bound her core as soon as she stepped foot in Hogwarts so she wouldn’t show everyone up. That hadn’t stopped the little trouble maker any. No not only did she still have to be the best in every subject but she also had to make friends with Potter. Now she seemed to be the only one the boy wanted close to him. If Potter turned it would be bad so he had tried to make the girl weak so she was easily controlled and through her Potter as well.

Then once the war was over, Potter dieing while defeating Voldemort, and everyone was looking to him to lead them out of the aftermath, he would marry her off to Ron and have her pop out the next generation of followers. With that girl there were snags though, nothing went to plan. First her power just kept growing until he was force to use every binding for magic he could find. Then she was too smart and he had to make her feel weak, and finely that cloud of magic kept following her around until he finely tricked it into Miss Weasley.

Now this, Potter demanding his sister back. Well thankfully he had placed a spell on her just encase the tracking devices failed. He would activate it now and she would return to them compelled to do so by her own magic. If she failed to come back then the bindings and her magic would kill her and she would look like another tragic victim of this plague. He would tell Harry that Voldemort had her and his refusing to let her go to get help will drive the boy to finely kill the dark lord.

With that thought he almost wished she wasn’t able to come back. Her death would help him greatly and move things along finely. He smiled his twinkling eye seeming to go into over drive as he activated the spell to bring Hermione to him.

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Hermione was reaching for the glass of wine Rabastan had just poured for her when she just stopped. Her eyes glazed over and her face lost all expression. Everyone stopped and stared at her not knowing what was going on. She seemed frozen as the air shifted around her becoming more charged.

“Hermione?” Severus asked as Voldemort stood up from his chair and move toward her. Her skin seamed to ripple before her face contorted and a scream was ripped from her throat that made everyone run towered her. They had never heard screams like that, not even from someone suffering from the Crucio curse. It looked like her body was starting to convulse when Voldemort fired off a spell hitting her directly in the chest.
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