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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13693 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Hermione woke bright and early. She was very excited to be going to the Fairy Hallows, even though a part of her was still skeptical as to whether or not the place even existed. She hoped it did, because that would make her one of only a few humans to have seen it - and probably the only Muggle-born one ever.
She pulled on a pair of jeans and a black tank top with a sigh of relief. It was nice to wear something other than a dress for a change. In these clothes, she'd be able to move about much easier if needed. She would be there with Tom, so it should be safe enough.
She paced back and forth for a few minutes before the Dark Lord arrived. She smiled as she opened her door, her excitement written on her face.
"Ready?" he asked, unable to hold back his own smile as he saw her excited expression.
Hermione followed him to the foyer, where Dolohov stood waiting. She tensed, not wanting to be anywhere near the vile man.
Tom, sensing her discomfort, turned and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. He won't dare touch you again."
Hermione nodded, and edged a bit closer to him. She felt much safer near Tom. Who'd have known?
"Are you ready, Dolohov?" he asked the man.
Dolohov bowed, and said, "Yes, my Lord."
Tom took Hermione's arm and pulled her close, before reaching out to grab Dolohov's shoulder.
Hermione felt the pull of Apparation, and then suddenly found herself staring at a strangely familiar set of stones. Her stomach was in knots, and she tried to convince herself that the little dance of nerves was a reaction to Apparating, though in truth she knew better.
"Stonehenge?" she asked as she looked around. "This is where the fairies live?"
Dolohov nodded. "Yes, it is. We just need to figure out the runes and activate them in the right order, and the gate will open."
"Well, activate them," The Dark Lord commanded him.
The man looked a bit nervous now. "Well, the thing is, I don't know how to do that part."
"You don't know how to—" Tom began.
"I am sorry, my Lord," Dolohov defended himself.
The two of them stood there arguing, but Hermione paid them no attention. She looked at the runes on each of the pillars. Her eyes widened when she came across one that she recognized. She lightly traced the rune with her finger. "Destiny," she whispered softly. The rune began to glow blue, and Hermione jumped back, startled.
"What did you do?" asked Tom with surprise, coming over.
"I don't know," she answered him. She glanced at the other pillars, and said, "We have to pick the right words in the right order. Don't touch anything; I will do it."
Hermione made her way from pillar to pillar, illuminating words. The second was Hope, the third was Forgiveness, the fourth was Happiness, and the fifth was Peace. Only one was left, and Hermione made her way to it, already knowing what the word would be. "Love," she whispered as she touched it.
The last rune began to glow, and soon the circle of rocks began to shake. A blue light swirled around them, and in a flash they found themselves in another world. It was as if they were in the starry sky, with darkness everywhere but stars illuminated around them.
"It's beautiful," Hermione whispered. She had never seen something so beautiful in her entire life.
Tom glanced around eagerly, also enthralled by the scene. Dolohov just stood there, unimpressed.
"How did you do that?" Tom asked Hermione curiously.
Hermione shrugged. "Those are common themes in all the Muggle books about fairies; I just selected them in order of importance." She sensed within herself that there was another reason she'd selected the words as she'd done, but she would rather not consider it.
"Your thoughts are quite right, my dear," said a surreal, feminine voice. The three turned to see a fairy standing nearby. A white aura shone around her, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. With a blush, Hermione blinked. She couldn't believe her eyes. A real fairy stood in front of her.
"I am Morgana, queen of this land," the fairy told them. "Hermione, you have a very powerful aura surrounding you, as I'm sure you know. You were destined to stand here before me one day."
Hermione gaped in shock, and then remembered to close her mouth as she glanced over at Tom. He seemed very confused as he looked back at her with flashing blue eyes.
Morgana stepped over to Hermione and placed a hand on her heart. Her mind went blank, and was suddenly filled with millions of thoughts all at once.
Hermione, said the fairy's voice inside her head, do not fight your feelings. You will be a powerful witch. Embrace it.
Hermione struggled within herself as Morgana removed her hand and said aloud, "There is no darkness or light. There is no right or wrong. Only what you feel."
Hermione nodded, ignoring the strange looks her companions gave her.
Next Morgana turned to Tom. "Here is what you seek, Tom Riddle. However, you must be aware it is permanent. If you drink it, there can be no turning back."
Tom nodded eagerly. This was what he had been waiting for, what he had been longing for. He took the bottle almost reverently, bowed low, and whispered, "Thank you, my Lady."
The fairy queen nodded once in answer. She saw Dolohov's expectant look as he waited for her to speak to him as well, but instead she turned away, returning from whence she'd come.
The man scowled darkly, and Hermione suppressed a smile. Serves that bastard right, she thought.
"Take care of the powers within, child," said Morgana as she waved a hand, and they all found themselves standing in the center of Stonehenge again.
"What powers?" asked Tom irritably.
Hermione cast him a confused shrug. "I have no idea. I don't feel any different." Tom cast her a skeptical look, and she added, "Fine, don't believe me. You're probably just jealous because you brought me along to watch, but I turned out to be more special than you."
"Shut up, Granger," Tom growled as he shook his head.
Hermione grew silent, remembering that Dolohov was with them, watching. It would not do for him to witness them bickering, lest he decide to tell tales to the others.
They Apparated back to the Manor, and Hermione immediately stormed out into the garden to be alone. She found it ridiculous that Tom would be so jealous of her when he had gotten whatever it was that he'd wanted too. Why should it be a big deal that the fairy had granted her some sort of new powers as well?
As Voldemort watched the girl leave, he could not help but notice what a womanly body she had. He couldn't help but stare—he was a man, after all. He smirked to himself as he headed for his study, not aware that Dolohov had followed Hermione into the rose maze.

Hermione walked over to a small pond, ready to dip in her fingers, when a hand suddenly covered her mouth. She tried to scream as she struggled to get away, but he held her fast.
"No one knows we're here, love," said Dolohov lustily. "Now I can finally get you back."
Hermione brought her foot up, kicking him in the groin. She turned to run for it, but Dolohov grabbed her ankle, causing her to crash to the ground. Pain shot up through her leg and she instantly knew he had broken it.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, trying to free herself again. She felt her heart pounding hard in her chest when he pinned her down and fumbled with the button of her jeans.
The snake! If I can only get my hand free for a second or two, I can call Tom to save me. Hermione managed to free one leg, kicking him in the chest.
Dolohov was distracted trying to recapture her flailing limb, so he was unaware when she pulled her hand free and quickly touched her neck. Tom! Help me!
She freed her other hand, and placed both of them to either side of Dolohov's head. Something stirred inside her, growing stronger and stronger before it abruptly stopped. A furious Tom yanked the man off of her.
"You filthy dog!" Tom shouted. "This time I you will die!" He pointed his wand at the man, about to use the killing curse.
"Wait!" Hermione shouted.
Tom ignored her, the killing curse easily tumbling from his lips.
She watched as the green light enveloped Dolohov, killing the man she so desperately hated.
"Are you all right?" he asked, coming towards her. She was touched by the amount of concern in his face.
"I think my ankle is broken," she said, wincing as she tried to pull herself upright.
"I'll fix it once we're inside," he told her. Bending down, he picked her up into his arms, carrying her indoors.
Once they reached his study, he gently laid her down on the chaise lounge. He tentatively began to heal the broken bone.
"Did you take your potion?" she asked curiously.
Tom finished healing her and stood. Without a word, he went over to his desk and began to sift through some of the papers there.
Hermione kept watching expectantly. Wouldn't he answer her?
With a slight smile, he looked at her again and said, "Yes, I did. But it will take a day or so for the effects to take place."
"What does it do?" she wanted to know.
"You'll see," he answered cryptically.
Hermione huffed indignantly, and went to stand, but immediately fell again, clutching her side. Tom rushed over to help her.
"Are you hurt?" he asked as he helped her back to the chair.
Hermione shook her head. "That happens sometimes. I have a scar there, and it pains me."
"May I see it?" asked Tom as he looked into her eyes.
With a blush, Hermione lifted her shirt so her stomach was visible, revealing the perfectly white skin. It would have been flawless if not for the huge scar that ran from her hip to just above her navel.
His hands balled into fists as he looked at it. "Who did this to you, Hermione?"
Hermione pulled her shirt down nervously. "Dolohov did during the battle at the Ministry."
"He'll never hurt you again," Tom whispered, looking into her deep brown eyes. They were so beautiful; her eyes. A calming sensation swept over him.
"I know," she whispered, captivated by his intense stare as well. She wondered what color his eyes were before they turned this… red.
He stood, returning to his work.
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