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Atlantis - An Adventure	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 20208 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Howdy readers! New chapter from yours truly. Enjoy the conspiracy theory of this chapter. I did not make it up myself, mehe.

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Chapter 9

Four Death Eaters were waiting for them when they landed. Snape gave them the order not to interfere unless the Order started to fight. They were just going to stand there and wait for him and the girl (alas, Hermione) to return and then Apparate away as quickly as possible. Hermione watched silently at the Death Eaters in their black robes and masks. She was starting to feel quite sick. They reminded her of the horrors they were responsible for and which she no longer thought about when she was together with Voldemort. She knew what impression they would have on the Weasleys and she hated herself for being a part of it.

Snape took her arm and they Apparated away. A moment later they were standing some thirty yards away from the Burrow. She felt a stab in her heart, regretting her decision to help Voldemort with this. Sure, she wanted to know what sort of information they could get out of the artefact, but she was about to steal it from her friends!

Light was coming out from the kitchen window and it didn't even take a second before the backdoor opened and Mr Weasley, flanked by his son Bill and (she gasped) Moody appeared. Oh Merlin, how were they going to managed this with the ex-Auror Moody here? He would see right through her and…

"Relax, Granger," Snape mumbled into her ear. "Do as you are told and this will all be very painless."

"Snape!" Moody growled. With his magical eye, he could see straight through the mask. "How dare you show yourself here?"

"The Dark Lord's order, Moody," Snape said calmly. "But don't mind me, I'm just here to escort Miss Granger."

The three Order members looked at them in disbelief.

"How do we know that this really is Miss Granger?" Moody asked.

"I'll send her in and then you can decide for yourself. But she has been giving the order to return a certain object to us, with dire consequences if she doesn't. We will be waiting here until she finds it," Snape said and pushed her forward.

Hermione took some stumbling steps toward the Burrow and with a glance back and the Death Eaters, she followed Mr Weasley into the house. They were still looking at her suspiciously and she wasn't certain what to do.

"It could be Polyjuice," Moody muttered to Mr Weasley. Hermione wouldn't have been able to hear it if it hadn't been for her new improved werewolf hearing.

"Let's ask her some questions only Hermione would know before we decide she is an imposter, Alstor," Mr Weasley whispered back.

Bill pulled out a kitchen chair for her and Hermione sat down, trying not to cry as her senses were assaulted by the familiar things. She had been her just a bit over two months ago at Bill's and Fleur's wedding. They had all had such a great time and now… no, she wouldn't think about it, she had a job to do.

Thankfully, Mr Weasley decided to interrupt her thoughts. "Hermione? When did you, Ron and Harry become friends?"

"Uhm, after they saved me from the troll," Hermione answered in a weak voice. "I lied to the teacher and said that I had tried to find the troll myself, when really I had locked myself into the bathroom… because I was sad no one liked me."

Merlin, she was a horrible person! How could she help the nemesis of her best friend? Harry was the only one who always stood by her. She and Ron had had their fights, but Harry had always had a friendly ear or shoulder to cry on.

Moody and Mr Weasley exchanged a look, but Moody still didn't seem convinced. Bill stepped in. "How many dances did you and I dance on my wedding?"

Hermione looked up, a bit surprised over the question. "None, Mrs Weasley had to force you away from Fleur to get one dance and after that Fleur stuck to you as goblin to gold."

That apparently convinced Bill and Mr Weasley because they both smiled and gave her a hug, then Bill went to get Mrs Weasley who had been waiting for the sign that everything was alright.

"Oh, Hermione, you look so thin! What have they done with you?" Hermione felt even sicker when Mrs Weasley hugged her and fussed around her.

"Not much," Hermione lied. "I've had to help them with… some things. Remus is there with me."

"Remus is there too?" They all seemed very surprised by this and Hermione started to wonder who Remus sent the letter too.

"Yes, they needed us both for… this thing." Merlin, she wanted to tell them but she was sure Voldemort would find out if she did and she wanted her wand back.

"What things?" Moody asked.

Hermione bit her lip, not wanted to lie but deciding that she had too. "They will kill my parents if I say anything."

Mrs Weasley gasped. "Poor child!"

"What is it that they want, then?" Mr Weasley asked.

"Well, something they have been looking for. It's an artefact which Muggles stole from a grave some time ago. They managed to track down the man who sold it and apparently you bought it," Hermione explained.

Mrs Weasley smacked her husbands arm. "I told you not to buy all those Muggle things! Grave robbery, Merlin's beard!"

"I had no idea!" Mr Weasley defended himself. "And I still have no idea what sort of thing this is. Where did I buy it?"

"In Mexico, I think," Hermione answered.

Mr Weasley looked very thoughtful. "I've been in Mexico three times, but not for about twenty years. I can't remember buying anything…"

Mrs Weasley looked thoughtful too, before she gasped. "Wait! Don't you remember? You were there when I went into labour with Ron! I was a week early and you where on a conference in Mexico. You didn't manage to come home until a couple of days later, but when you did, you had bought that painting to him!"

"Ah, yes, you are right!" Mr Weasley said, but then he frowned. "What does You-Know-Who want with that painting?"

"I can't tell," Hermione said sadly. This was just wonderful, now she wasn't just stealing from her friends; she was stealing her best friend's birth-gift!

"Oh, well, I don't even think Ron remembers it," Mrs Weasley seemed a bit sad for having to give it away. "I'll get it for you my dear. It's up in the attic."

Hermione stayed in the kitchen, feeling very uncomfortable as the three men looked at her. She tried not to think, just focus on all the different things in the kitchen. The dishes were magically dishing themselves. The plate dipped itself into the first sink of bubbling water, then got scrubbed by the scrubber, then was dipped into the other sink, then placed on a rack. Dip, scrub, dip, place, dip, scrub, dip, place.

She let out a breath when Mrs Weasley came back down. In her hand was a frame, around twelve inches high and nine wide. "Ron loved this painting when he was younger." She handed it over to Hermione.

Hermione stared at the painting. At first it looked most like doodle, strange symbols were everywhere. It was old for sure, and the symbols looked very much like the ones in the pyramid in Mexico, but how… she squeezed her eyes and tried to see what the picture was supposed to show. In the middle was a roundish constellation of symbols and on the right side of the painting were first a big square, and a lot of small symbols on the right next to it. Like small dots. A trail of dots was leading up to the top of the painting where it seemed like a big part had been torn off. Wait a second. The shape of the square reminded her of something. It was... Australia! But it was from another side than she was used to see it. All those little dots where other island and the dots leading up to the edge was New Zealand and Malaysia! It was a map of cost lines!

"Sweet Merlin," she gasped, as she saw what the other symbols formed.

"So it's what he wanted?" Moody asked. "What is it? It looks like a child spilled something over it."

Hermione was snapped back to reality. She hastily stood up. "Yes, this is what we have been looking for."

"We?" Moody asked, his normal eye narrowing.

Hermione blushed. "T-they kidnapped me to help them find this."

"What is it?" Mr Weasley asked. "I always thought it was one of those 'Modern Art' things Muggles are so fond off."

"No, it's old. Really, really old," Hermione said and took a step back towards the door. "And I have to return it to him now."

"Return it to him?" Mrs Weasley seemed surprised. "I thought that if we gave this to him, you would come back to us?"

Hermione shook her head, feeling both sad over Mrs Weasley's disappointed face and completely energised by the meaning of this map. "No, if I return this to him, he won't kill my parents. I'm so sorry!" Then she turned around and ran. She could hear Moody fire a stunning spell after her, but she dodged it and saw Snape lift his wand to stop the second curse. Then she was at his side and they Disapparated. Once they landed, the spinning sensation, the anxiety she had felt and the excitement now made her stomach revolt against her. She managed to smash the painting against Snape's chest before she fell down on the ground and vomited.

Once she managed to stand again, the other Death Eaters had left and Snape was looking at her rather worryingly. He handed her a bottle of water so she could clean her mouth.

She could see that he was surprised when she finally said; "We have to go to a Muggle library!"

xxx

Voldemort was waiting impatiently for Granger's and Severus' return. He had no idea what they would bring back, but hoped it would be something good. He wanted to find Atlantis as soon as possible. An owl from a Death Eater had just notified him that some Order-members with Potter leading them, had managed to capture a House-Elf who knew where they were hiding. Since it was Malfoy's elf, Voldemort held little trust in the creature's willingness to keep his masters secret.

If this didn't prove to be useful, they would have to move. But Granger was known for finding useful things and she knew it had to be very useful if she wanted to get her wand back.

Voldemort sat down in his usual armchair in the library and took out the girl's wand from the inside of his robe. He didn't think giving back her wand would be dangerous, but he still wondered if it was a wise choice. She was already cocky and if she knew she had full access to her magic, maybe she would start to not only question his orders but to refuse to do what he ordered. Also, he didn't want anyone else to know that he had actually given a Mudblood back her wand. Most of his Death Eaters didn't think Mudbloods should be allowed a wand to begin with. However, he didn't see Granger as a Mudblood. She was just a very intelligent young woman.

Who he wouldn't mind fucking if he could. Salazar, perhaps it was for the best that he couldn't. Many Death Eaters would ask questions if he did and they found out. Voldemort wasn't stupid, he knew that his Death Eaters could turn on him and lately he had sensed a great deal of dissatisfaction among them. All they wanted was to enslave Muggles and silly things like that. Lately Voldemort just didn't care about those silly creatures. They were like… cattle. So his Death Eaters were right, they could be used as slaves, but Voldemort had much more important things to care about than cattle. He was about to find a cure for death. What did you need cattle for if you would die?

He huffed and massaged his temple. Shouldn't Granger be back by now?

Apparently not. It took another half-an-hour before he heard the pop of someone Apparating. He leaned back and wondered who he would torture first if the information was bad. Before he figured that out, a glowing Hermione Granger burst through the door.

"You'll love me!" she beamed.

He arched a none-existed eyebrow. "Is that so?"

She didn't seem to listen. Instead she cleared the table of the books and lay down a frame in front of him. Then a piece of paper next to that and a map of the world over that.

"Look, look, look!" It was clear that Granger was overly excited. It was both amusing and annoying.

He did what she asked and looked down on the three objects. It took him less time than it had taken for her to figure out what the map contained. With trembling hands he removed the frame from the picture. He compared it to the world map. There was Australia and almost the whole Oceania. In the middle was half of Africa, upside down from what he was used to and only the coastline was accurate. It was a lot thinner on the picture then on the world's map. At the left side was the bottom of South America, lying on the side with the Drake Passage pointing toward the middle of the picture. The lines were made of symbols, very familiar symbols by now, and it was written on the same sort of paper as the strange book.

He looked up at Granger who had tears in her eyes of excitement.

"It's a map from Atlantis," he said slowly, not yet seeing what made her so very excited.

She nodded feverishly and tapped the last paper with her fingers. "When I saw that I remembered the documentary on the TV about Piri Reis map and how it was only a copy of much more older maps but still managed to have very accurate coastlines, and they also pointed out the strange fact that Antarctic was on a map from 1513 when the continent wasn't discovered until 1817 and how it managed to have the coastlines of a continent which have been covered with ice for 6000 years and then when I saw this I noticed that Antarctic is in the middle, with coastlines as well, and then I asked myself why anyone would care about Antarctic, none the less put it in the middle of a map when no one lives there and then I realised that people could have lived there a long, long time ago and that was when I realised…"

Voldemort had risen from his chair while she talked very quickly and now pulled her to him and laughed. She stopped her never-ending sentence and looked at him in wonder.

"It was right in front of us all the time!" he said when he finally managed to stop laughing. "Antarctic is Atlantis! The myth told us that! A land in the middle of the Ocean which was covered by water. Ice is water! There is only one ocean and Antarctic is in the middle of it! Merlin's balls! You are a genius!"

Her smile almost broke her face in two. He smiled back and let go of her.

"It all makes sense. This map was with whoever was buried underneath the Pyramid of the Moon and they were banished from Atlantis. They were probably told to travel outside this map! In Egypt the ones to save them came from the south. Oceania is so close to Antarctica that it was probably there the first Atlantis-people travelled and sheered their wisdom, but time have made them forget, and something else happened which made the Atlantis-people not return to them… but it has to be Antarctica! Nothing else makes sense! People have searched the bottom of the oceans, trying to find the lost continent when it was right there all along, just covered by miles of ice!"

Granger nodded and jumped up and down in happiness.

"Severus!" Voldemort said and handed him the map. "How old is this and is it some sort of magic on it and is it similar to the one on the stone?"

"I'll give you the result shortly, my Lord," Severus said, clearly amused by Granger's display of happiness. He disappeared from the room.

Voldemort turned to the girl again and was very surprised when he saw that she had started to cry.

"What is it?" he asked with a frown.

She tried to dry her tears by the arm of her shirt, but only new appeared. "This is just a little overwhelming… I'm so happy we have found it, but I had to lie to my friends to get this and now when we have found the location, you won't need me anymore and I just don't think I can go back to them yet and I…"

"Hush," he said with a softness that even surprised himself as he pulled her toward him again. "I don't care about your friends, but you will not be going back to them yet. I have never needed you. You have just made my job much easier; as I wanted you too. And I still want you."

She sobbed into his robe. "You are such a bastard."

He chuckled. "Then maybe I shouldn't give your wand back?"

She took a step away from him, but still gripped his robe. "If this isn't a job well done, I don't know what I should do to please you."

"Oh, I'm very pleased." He stroked a tear away from her cheek. Then he reached into his robe and withdrew her wand. "Now remember, if people find out I've given you back your wand, they will start to question your loyalties. And don't even think about trying to escape because I'll always find you."

She gave him a cynical smile. "I just told you that I have no where to go anymore."

"Ah, yes." He smirked and gave her the wand back.

She stroked the wood softly with her fingertips, a genuine smile on her face. Then she turned and pointed at a chair. He didn't hear her say the spell, but the chair started soaring in the air. She let it down, giggling and turned around to him again.

"Thank you!" She came up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. Then she blushed and took a step back.

He was amused by her affectionate display and cursed the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. She was the first woman (beside the very much insane Bella who was as appealing as a flobberworm these days) in decades who weren't scared enough to be attracted by him. He had no idea why, but he cursed the fact that his cock wouldn't stand for attention. After all, he was aroused by her treatment, he just couldn't do anything about it and it was very frustrating!

Still… maybe things would be different after Atlantis. He was certain he would find immortality there, so why not a cure for un-functioning penises as well? And it wouldn't be long until they found Atlantis so maybe he should start to seduce Granger already? Or, maybe seducing was the wrong word. She seemed quite seduced already. All he had to do was to keep up the spark.

She was looking at him with a tense face, like she was wondering what he was going to do. He smiled and stroked her cheek. Her skin was a little dry but warm. He let his thumb caress her lips, they were even warmer and he could feel her blood pulse inside them. She let out a small sigh and he decided that it was time to kiss her. Leaning closer, he could feel her trembling with anticipation. There lips met almost shyly. It was a gentle kiss, he let his tongue trace her bottom lip and she answered by opening her mouth slightly. Their tongues met, stroking, tasting. It was slow and tender but he knew she was terribly inexperienced. Not that he minded; he was in no hurry for anything. He hadn't even planned for her to fall for him. They could take everything in her pace. At least now when he still couldn't do anything too fun.

That depressing thought made him pull away from her. He didn't realise he had closed his eyes until he opened them. She was still standing with her eyes closed, looking very relaxed. Then she slowly opened her eyes and the blush on her face increased. She looked down at her feet.

"Maybe I should go to bed?" she said in a low voice. "I guess we have a lot more to do tomorrow?"

"Ah yes," he said in an equally low voice. They were still standing close to each other. "Antarctic is quite big and, not to mention, covered with mile-deep ice."

She looked up at him again with a small smile. "Do we even have winter-clothes?"

He chuckled. "I'll make sure we have before we leave." He took a steep away. "Good night, Miss Granger."

"Good night, sir." She gave him a shy smile and left the room.

Voldemort sank down in his armchair again and spent the rest of the night thinking mostly about how they would find Atlantis but also a little about a certain young woman who was sleeping in the room above him.
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