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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer 1: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot, a pc, and a cat. (A cat litter box! does it count?)

Disclaimer 2 : All the information, relating to DNA/Genome/and Genome Sequencing, Australopithecus/molecular clock, are property of WikipediA, I make no money or profit from posting.

A/N 1: Please note the scientific/technical/historical information used in this story, are not intended as a reliable reference/source of information, for any type of scholarly work. Bear in mind, it is a work of fiction, thus for the story seamless flow of the plot, some facts were twisted; to suit best the logical chain of events.

A/N2: All right dear readers, it is the longest chapter until now. It might feel tedious and dry, but it tackles a pivotal stage in the chain of events. I tried to interrupt the scientific blabber, inserting now and then LV/Hermione usual fights and implicit repartees, to break the “boring” setting of this chapter. So I hope you will like and it won’t disappoint. Please Read and review (and rate), your feedback is most appreciated. Enjoy :]

HM

Chapter 9: Tick Tock …Gene Clock

“For Dialogue”

‘For Thoughts’

‘For flashbacks’

She was trying to hide behind her Meissen porcelain teacup. For Godric’s sake, who wants to use a £1 million porcelain tea set everyday? She once read in a Muggle newspaper about the most expensive porcelain tea set sold for this colossal sum of money, so he was the one who bought it? Where did he get the money?? Except that was not the main issue. Oh no!

She was so red in the face, she was sure she looked like one of those cartoon characters; they play on television for kids in the Muggle world. She had a tomato as a substitute for her head. Albeit with hair, eyes, nose and mouth, but still a tomato.

Well to be honest, this lastly decided on tomato, came after red beet, red radish, red onion, she even tried dark red cherries, but she looked somehow absurd, so finally her tortured mind decided on tomato, discarding disdainfully her other annoying self suggestion of peeled watermelon.

Escorted by Draco to Voldemort’s quarters, once inside, he made haste of dismissing Malfoy, ordering her to ‘sit and eat’ she mimicked irritably. These monosyllabic orders of his will end by making her blow a gasket. How about reciprocating with ‘Die and …Die’! That would teach him.

Then true to his arrogant insufferable self, he told her to dig into the ‘especially made for her’ rich breakfast, because ‘she is going to need as much calories as possible, to sustain her strength, and stamina.’ Which, in his not so humble opinion, ‘were lacking, if yesterday’s performance was any indication.’ By the end of his soliloquy she was about ready to blow her top, or preferably cast a Langlock on his ever busy tongue, and get it over with, to eat in peace, let alone concoct herself an indigestion later. If only she had her wand with her, it must be with this insufferable git!

Looking at her breakfast’s very expensive porcelain plates, where a 3^rd ‘Croissant au chocolat’ was left half eaten, beside a two or three small pieces of ‘Salade de fruits exotiques’ –yes a very snobbish way of saying “exotic fruit salad”, were tempting her to put down her improvised hide-behind, very expensive-tea cup-/mask, to continue eating. Yet she was full, after the most delicious thing she ever ate in her life, ‘la brouillade de truffes’ or more commonly known -amongst commoners like her- as Egg with black truffles, it was heavenly! Still his venomous (parsel)-tongue, turned each mouthful into ash.

‘I must admit, that’s a good pun, venomous parsel-tongue, since parseltongue is snake language, and snake are venomous…’ Her know-it-all self had one of those very rare moments of appreciating “satire”.

‘Yeah yeah you don’t have to explain my own pun to me …now shut it!’

Merlin! For a split second, she thought she was eating at some French fancy restaurant with him, playing Maître d'hôtel, or some stuck-up French Chef, with his Fourchette d’Or award (Golden Fork) hanging around his neck as a medal.

‘He likes emphasis, doesn’t he? Lord-I-am High-and-mighty-stuck-up-I-speak-French-Voldemort. Duh! Look at his name!!! Tom Marvolo Riddle turned into I am Lord Voldemort!! Could there be more of a snobbish anagram than this??? Pfffftttt.’

« Vol-de-mort » literaly «Flight of death” Or “Steal of death” which sounds more logical, considering he’s immortal! So Logically he robbed his death from Death..Yes he’s got the right French accent, so what? Doesn’t make him any less of a conceited, vain, arrogant, stuck-up…

‘You already said stuck-up, find another synonym’ Her Know-it-all biggest stop-watch critic supplied, (un)helpfully.

Ignoring her vocabulary watchdog, she concentrated on evading his knowing, dissecting gaze. They were having breakfast, at the same table, near the window, with many ‘Gourmets’ delights as per this showy, ostentatious, pretentious, Lord asshatVoldemort.

Sitting almost 12ft away from the scenic windows, she still could see the circular architecture of the building she was in. It was huge; not high, maybe four stories all in all. She deduced they were in the highest level. Of course, he wants to be always on top, of everything.’

“Hemm… and everyone, especially you, not that I am hearing any complaints…from you’ Her know-it-all mirror image supplied tartly.

‘He can dream about it, and you …beat it!’ She huffed inwardly.

Still looking out at the panorama exhibited through the glass. However she was barely able to distinguish the farthest parts of the rest of the building, through the trees, had it not been for the windows. They seemed like mirrors, sparkling in the morning sun, reflecting the sunrays, like dazzling diamonds. She couldn’t make out lower than the second story, from top. Nonetheless, she loved the tall trees with their foliage forming a leafy canopy, leaves fluttering in what seemed a breezy day. The view was breathtaking.

She knew she was stalling, trying to buy herself time, to avoid answering his question about how she was feeling this morning, and if she is feeling different. Hell yes, she is feeling different! She never felt this much embarrassed and ashamed in her entire life!!

His smooth killer voice drew her back to the present, his eyes glowing gold, the red streaks almost imperceptible, and his black pupils were the thinnest of elongated slits, almost needle thin. Regardless of his snake features, she thought, he looked more like a feline, a Bengal tiger, rather than a snake, if she concentrated only on his eyes.

‘With matching attitude to boot’ Her snarky self supplied, and for once, she totally agreed.

“So pet, you did not answer my question, are you feeling any changes?" He took a sip from his teacup, and stared back at her, his lips lifting in that Voldemort patented smirk, which, she’d bet on it, could turn the Malfoys green with envy.

“I am fine, Thank you for asking …sir” She evaded his piercing gaze, looking out the windows.

“Here’s a rule for you pet, you will always look at me when you address me. I am not asking about your general state of health, I already know you’re in an excellent form. I am asking if you’re sensing your magical core more acutely after yesterday evening”.

Fidgeting in her same wooden stiff chair, she cleared her throat, took another sip of her teacup, slowly put it down, afraid of even chipping the damn obscenely expensive thing. She tried to steady her voice and forget the insistent image of a big red tomato-head.

“I ..I did feel different. Euh …It felt like there’s a constant hum in my stomach, a static of sorts…” she tried to maintain eye contact, as difficult as it was, surmising it is much better than hand to bum contact.

“Good then the counter curse is working, though I must say, you were attracted, after a while, to the more… hedonistic aspects of your magical core.” His smirk grew more arrogant, if that was even possible. Yet Hermione’s ears were focusing on one thing, rather two words, “counter curse”.

“Counter Curse? What Counter Curse? For what curse? I was cursed? When? Why? By Whom? What does this curse have to do with my magical core? How did you know?” As usual, her questions were bouncing at supersonic speed.

The Dark Lord, wiped his lips, pushed his posh leather chair back, stood up with all his 6ft 3” glory of black solid slim fit dress pants, ice blue v-neck cashmere sweater, with sleeves lifted up near his elbows, displaying solid, sinewy muscled forearms. His feet were clad in black polished Dragonhide dress shoes.

Ignoring her questions’ outburst, as if she was silent the whole time, and never uttered a single question he asked calmly “Finished with your breakfast?”

At her nod, he extended his right hand to help her up, directing her to one of the many couches in the sitting area. After sitting down, he scrutinized her, and then said “ I will explain about your curse in due course. Now what is important is to finish with the basics that you need to acquaint yourself with. Remember when we talked yesterday about the Magical core and the physiological differences between the Muggles and us?”

Damn him, she wanted to know about the curse, who the hell cursed her, and He helped her by breaking it!! But knowing that if she insists she will end up unable to sit at all.   She was amazed by his choice of the pronoun “us”, since he is counting her in this “us”! Well since he told her the word mudblood is prohibited; nothing would be impossible after that.

“Good. Let’s continue shall we? As you know, the first known hominoid is the Australopithecus – from Latin australis meaning "southern", and Greek pithekos meaning "ape” from which a number of australopiths species emerged, in Africa.”

Again, he stood up like the day before and started pacing, to and fro, his voice, as magnetic as ever, drawing Hermione in, and binding her to his every word.

“It is widely held by Muggle archaeologists and paleontologists that the Australopiths played a significant part in human evolution, and it was one of the australopith species that eventually evolved into the Homo (genus) in Africa around 2 million years ago, which contained within it species like Homo habilis, Homo-Erectus and eventually the modern human species, Homo-sapiens." He paised for a second then asked

“Are you still following pet? Or did I lose you somewhere with the homo-Erectus?” He turned his eyes to her, grinning, while she scowled at his pet name, and his double-entendre!

“Yes I am following and I am with you Sir” she fumed. Smirking he continued,

“The Molecular clock was used to determine the veracity of those discoveries. It is a technique that uses fossils to deduce the time in geologic history, to estimate the time of events occurrence. The molecular data used for such calculations is usually sequences for DNA or proteins. It is sometimes called a gene clock. So this technique showed differences since the start of the Australopiths and what stemmed from it. Not one but TWO Homo-genus, The fossil record seems to indicate that Australopithecus is the common ancestor of the distinct group called Paranthropus from which, most likely the genus Homo stemmed to include modern humans and Wizards.”

“Still with me pet?” Not waiting for her answer he flicked his wand and the same sleek big mirror like screen materialized on the wall to her left, another flick and a tree-diagram was displayed on it.

                                             Australopithecus

                                                 ______________

                                                          I

                                                     Australopiths

                   I                                            I                                     I

(Homo genus)>Homo Habilis <-Paranthropus -> (Homo genus) >(Homo Magicus)

________________________                                ____________________________

                   I                                                                                  I

        Homo-erectus                                                  Homo-Magicordis (magical Core)

        ____________                                               ___________________________

                   I                                                                                   I

          Cromagnon                                             Homo-Magusapiens (Magical Intelligence)

          __________                                      ___________________________________

                   I                                                                                    I

          Neanderthal                                                 Homo-Magipotis (Magical Ability)

          __________                                                 ____________________________

                   I                                                                                     I

         Homo sapiens                                                                    Wizards

“As you can see in this diagram, the branching of 2 species from Paranthropus took place, before the homo-erectus era. From that branch stems the Magical beings or as we call them the Homo-Magicordis that have became later on Homo- Magicordis then Magusapiens, and once the magic was controled we became homo-Magipotis and then Wizards.”

"Of course, it took millions of years of evolution. Still, via the Gene/Evolutionary Clock results, we were way ahead of the Homo sapiens, and no new genes were added to the pool of Homo-Magipotis since they couldn’t interbreed with the Neanderthal. It is like Humans today breeding with Chimpanzees or Gorillas! Except if one is into bestiality.” He sniggered. Hermione had a nagging question in her mind, so she voiced it.

“How this changes anything about the blood status? Purebloods pretend we muggle-borns steal our magic from them, which is preposterous of course, because if it was true there wouldn’t be any squibs.”

“Ah! Here is where you are wrong, not all purebloods think as such, actually a minority has this bigoted dogma ”

“What about you and your Death Eaters, and all that ‘purifying the Wizarding world from mudbloods’ like me, don’t you follow the same prejudiced ideology?”

“That is another part of the answer, which I will tackle later, suffice it to say, it was a long-term strategy to give Albus Dumbledore enough rope to hang himself with. As for your first question, let me explain it by asking you a question”, Turning he flicked his wand and the diagram disappeared. He sat down, in his place facing her, his right hand holding his wand, he relaxed on the couch, stretching his left hand on the top of the couch back, right leg’s ankle placed on the left knee.

“Colin and Denis Creevey are both Muggle-borns with magic abilities, while Lily Evans the mother of Late Harry Potter was a Muggle-born, her sister Petunia was nothing but a lousy horrible Muggle woman. What do you think is the cause of such occurrence?”

“Well it is a matter of heredity, I guess!” She was really taken aback by the question because she never thought of it from this perspective. She knew he wanted her to work for answers, because the best way to know something is experiencing it, and the best way to understand a subject is to dissect and analyze it, as the Muggle saying goes “Practice makes perfect”!

“Heredity of what exactly? Magic?”

“Ermm… yes. I mean you just cannot have magic out of nowhere! I do not think the 5^th element or Magikae would simply pick and choose at random, now that the magical world is established! It is like you are asking nature to recreate a new human from scratch. There must be some criteria to be met, so that we get the ability or Magic.”

Looking at him, all of her anger, frustrations and embarrassment were forgotten, her focus was on this exhilarating knowledge, and information, he was discussing with her, or rather this puzzle that he was luring her to solve.

The Dark Lord grin was more perceptible in his eyes, while his face was imperturbable, but his pupils were now a bit more dilated, his irises gaining more red streaks than the amber golden hue.

“Absolutely true, my smart witch. Indeed there are criteria to fulfill, any idea what they are?” His lips were now starting to turn up, slowly, He loved to see her concentrated face, eyebrows drawn together, eyes sparkling, lips set in a stubborn pout and jaw jutting out, her brains cogs working full speed, she was adorable, and she was so oblivious to it. This simple fact was as much part of her attractiveness, as her petite gorgeous person.

“All right, now here’s my theory” Hermione started hesitantly, thinking her rationale is totally warped, but when she saw him nod she continued after inhaling deeply. “Since you said there was Homo-Magicus, at the same time there was the Homo-Habilis, They both stem from the same Homo genus, who’s to say that they haven’t indeed interbred? As a result, through the years, logically, the off-spring should inherit from the new gene-pool, magic or Magikae as well”

Grinning, her debater asked again “And you suppose it is the only reason why there are discrepancies between the Creevey case and the Evans’ case?”

The Know-it-all witch was totally in her element, trying to solve problems, seeking minute details, remembering facts, searching her mental library, every single memory from books she read on the subject, to connect the dots. It was exhilarating for her. She was thrilled, she never had such in-depth debates with someone so up to par. He was an exigent debater, and a thorough intellectual, and she found herself reacting to him despite herself. She concentrated back on his question.

There was this nagging forgotten tiny factor, that was so obviously there, she simply couldn’t see it anymore, it was like that game of finding the hidden objects in a given picture, knowing they are in front of your eyes yet hardly noticeable at the same time.

She put her head in her hands, rubbing her temples, and forehead. And then it hit her, like a ton of bricks! Her eyes grew wide and she almost jumped from her seat, to go to him and shake him in her excitement.

“Oh ! Oh! Squibs!” Lord Voldemort patiently asked “ Yes, what about them?” Forgetting herself, where she is, with whom she is, she jumped and started pacing just like he did, not 15 minutes ago.

“You know, or no you don’t….” she gestured with her hand, as if dismissing the ridiculous idea, and continued unaware of the Dark Lord’s amusement yet also irritation with her cheekiness.

“Muggle-borns inherit magic from let’s say a distant ancestor, this latter is descended in turn from a squib who interbred with a Muggle, and like all things hereditary, magic resurfaces generations later! If I search in my Family tree I am sure I would find a squib there!”

Calmly the Dark Lord replied, ”I see that my yesterday’s Leniency with you had a counter-effect to what I aimed for. If I were you, I won’t be impolite ever again. I have the feeling, you will be counting spanks again today, if you continue with your bad-manners, my little witch”.

His feral toothy smirk showed his pearly whites, and for a second Hermione thought his fangs would pop out. She shivered, and to her uttermost confusion, it was not from fear. She sat back, and kept her mouth shut, nibbling her lower lip.

‘Oops, Damn I forgot totally about Lord I-am-a-glutton-for obsequiousness-Voldemort’

‘Here is big mouth…put foot in big mouth! Seems to be your Modus Operandi for the day, missy!’   Ridiculed and chastised yet again by her inner self, she was fuming. ‘Miss know-it-all makes an appearance…Ovation and applause, now step off the stage’.

Hermione was thinking seriously about fleeing the room. Rolling her eyes inwardly about His Lordship Leniency!

’30 spanks! No 32 if she counts the missed ones, not to mention the warming up smacks, and he calls this leniency?! The man is delusional for sure’

‘Isn’t it better than 60 you idiot? Just imagine the pain you’d be feeling right now, and there would have been no way in hell, you could have worn pants, or sat, or sauntered around like you were doing a minute ago!’

‘Be that as it may, the man is a fetishist or something! Talk back, spank, ask a question, spank, sit or not, spank, eat dinner half or totally naked, spank, answer or don’t answer, spank, look me in the eyes or spank, make an itsy bitsy crack, a joke for Isis sake, spank. What the hell?! What’s it going to be next? Pee or not, spank? Breathe or not, spank? As if his jibes aren’t hurtful, does he think his Homo-Erectus pun is oooh! Sooo funny?! Arse!’

She was scowling at him by now, while he continued with his explanations but totally aware of her irate countenance. He ignored her sour expression, grinned wolfishly as he stood and started strolling, back and forth, her eyes following him, with fluttering in her stomach, which she did not care to analyze the reason for, dismissing it as an irritation side effect. His velvety caressing voice brought her back to the issue at hand.

“….As for your Squib theory, it’s part of the answer. Still it does not explain why in the same family one is Magically gifted while another is not, but let me explain.In Muggle modern molecular biology and genetics, the genome is the entirety of an organism's hereditary information. It is encoded in the DNA. The first complete genome sequences were released within a short period during the mid-1990s. Now where wizards come into this? I have sent a group of wizards researchers, and scientists, to the U.S. Muggle world to …”

True to her nature, Hermione couldn’t but ask, “why the U.S.?” He wasn’t irritated by her interruption; on the contrary, he looked pleased with her, and more than happy to answer, “Because ‘The US National Institutes of Health’ maintains one of several comprehensive databases of genomic information. Hence it was a matter of presenting wizards’ samples of blood, hair and saliva aka cheek swabs to be sequenced. Those samples were taken from male/female Purebloods, Half-bloods, and what was commonly known as Muggle-borns, from all over the Wizarding world, from the North Pole to Antarctica.”

At this point, Hermione snorted in an unladylike manner “Muggle-borns? You mean what was commonly known as … you-know-what …since the word is now banned”

“You are being obnoxiously rude and you shall be punished for it!” He retorted matter-of-factly.

‘Told you so, put foot in Big Mouth, Big Mouth that is going to be soooo bigger once you start screaming from the pain of his spanking’

‘I do soooo hate you when you are right’ Hermione was now as calm and quiet as a mouse, afraid of breathing, a derisive disdainful sniff was heard in her mind, she closed her eyes, counted backwards from twenty to one, trying to concentrate again on his explanations, which he was extrapolating as if she did not interrupt at all.

“The Human Genome Project (THGP) was organized to map and to sequence the human genome. We did the same in what is known as TWGS acronym for The Wizarding Genome Sequencing. Through this secret project, that stretched over 50 years, we of course proved unassailably that The Magical DNA differ from the Muggles. Another fact to prove that the Homo-Magicus is a different Branch in the Evolutionary Subdivisions from the Homo-Habilis."

"We Magical humans separated from Muggles At the 3^rd stage meaning the Paranthropus which gave the Homo habilis that evolved to present Muggles, also gave the Homo-Magicus that evolved to current Wizards, whose anatomy I explained yesterday, the added feature is this small slot for the magical core to reside in. we simply have 2 more genomes that made all the difference.”

Hermione was aghast, she coughed and exclaimed ”Are you trying to tell me that We Magical humans, aren’t human?!” Her eyes were almost as big and round as her slackened mouth!

The Dark Lord shook his head, one side of his lips turned upward, in a crooked grin, he stepped closer to her, and did exactly the same thing she did to Malfoy, lifting her lower jaw up, to its rightful place, stopping for a brief moment, to caress her lips with his thumb, before withdrawing.

“Your open mouth is inspiring various ideas.” He commented amusedly, when her face turned scarlet. The Witch almost put both hands on her now tightly closed lips. Grasping her knees forcefully so she’d refrain from covering her mouth. Yet her lips still tingled where he touched her.

Her Know-it-all self was quick on the draw giving her acerbic comment,

‘Apparently I shall need to change the appendage you might be putting in your big mouth soon.’

‘Oh my Godric! Please someone wash her eyes (and brain) with Mrs.Skower’s All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover’. She bowed her crimson face, and used her loose hair on either side of her face, for more cover. His chuckles made her grit her teeth. ‘This is so not funny you arse!’ She was ready to blow up.

His long rough fingers on her chin, made her jump and look up to see two bright red irises, sparkling gleefully, he whispered, his voice as decadent as sin, while his smile grew bigger, “ I admire how quick you take a hint, soon pet, I promise but not now. …Business before pleasure…the Muggles say, or don’t mix business with pleasure, don’t they?”

‘Oh, the indecent, obscene, filthy, crude, licentious, vulgar… asshole!’ She was fuming, hopping mad, and seething, and what made it worse, was her inability to chastise him like she wished she could.

Her explosive temper about now, would put The Indonesian Toba Volcano eruption to shame. He could be buried in seconds under the ash and pyroclastic flows of her wrath. His voice, back to its neutral and even tone, interrupted her list of epithets; and mental imagery of payback when he resumed as if nothing happened.

“As I was saying before we got buccally side-tracked, I was not at all implying we aren’t human, we are all human. We are all the same race, but let me put it this way, there are groups of people united or classified together on the basis of common history, nationality, geographic distribution, or biological traits: e.g. Caucasians, Africans, Anglo-Saxons, Scandinavians, Asians, and there’s also Muggles and Magical Humans.”

“As a result, after 50 years of observations and research, conducted in secrecy, by a number of chosen followers and I, to study and classify those differences, it entailed that we had to wait until 5 years ago to obtain indisputable and irrefutable results. We used Muggles’ means, and laboratories, for the sequencing of the entire organism's chromosomal DNA as well as DNA contained in the mitochondria. Although most of a cell's DNA is contained in the cell nucleus, the mitochondrion has its own independent genome. Furthermore, its DNA shows substantial similarity to bacterial genomes. Whole Genome Sequencing provides data on all six billion letters in an individual's DNA."

"We found that every single Wizard and witch has got the same Dominant Magical genome, in their mitochondria, a remnant of how the Magikae took hold inside the body, by invading it as a bacteria at first, then incubating in the empty slot. This Dominant Magical genome sequences on thousands of genes; we summarized it with DMg1 after the Whole genome sequencing was done."

"Ergo witch; you have the same DMg1 as much as I do, or any Malfoy or Snape or Dumbledore, Weasley, Lupin, Evans, Creevey, Potter, Krum and/or any other Magical human anywhere in the Magical world.” His tone when mentioning the names of her suitors turned disdainful and condescending with a snooty air on his features.

“Not only this, but each of us has the Physiological Capacitating genome, dubbed PCg2, in our DNA as well. This is the genome that causes our bodies to undergo the physical changes needed to create the slot I talked about, making us biologically fit to receive magic, or rather trigger DMg1 responsible for magic manifestation, which happens usually after a child reaches 3 years of age, then encase it, thus enabling us to use it. These 2 Genomes differentiate Muggles from Wizards."

"Squibs lack the PCg2 genome. Because, if one does not have the adequate location in the body for the magical core given by the DMg1genome, to anchor itself inside, Then it is impossible to contain the magic, which won’t be triggered at all. Without said slot a person is simply a Muggle, with or without dominant magical genome in one’s DNA. He/she cannot fill an inexistent space, to use its content. A Muggle can have 100 squibs in his family, yet if he is not of the right race, with the Physiological Capacitating genome PCg2, He will never be a wizard. Accordingly, Squibs are now considered magically handicapped, or deficient."

"It is a Deficiency in the DNA. Now it is called Physiological Capacitating genome Deficiency Syndrome aka PCGDS. Like the Muggles with the Acquired Immunity Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS) also known as Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV). Hence, We do not rely on blood anymore; Inbreeding pet, as we both know can wreak havoc on the best of bloods."

‘Well Duh! No shite Sherlock! What could she say? Amen or Hallelujah to this?’

‘Say nothing and listen, stop disrupting my concentration!’ A classical retort, ftom the Know-it-all's in class mode put her back on track!

“The Creeveys, had both genomes, Lily Potter (née Evans) had both genomes as well; of course there was a squib in the family from whom she inherited the Dominant Magical genome, but if she was not pre-destined genetically for it, lacking the Physiological Capacitating genome, nothing could have made her a witch, not even thousands pureblood ancestors, case in point, her sister Petunia definitely lacked the PCg2, but then maybe both genomes. Ergo there’s no such thing as Muggle-borns, either you are born to BE a Wizard or Witch, or you are a squib a 'Wizard-born Muggle’ if you will, in case you were born to a Wizarding family. If born in the Muggle world then you are a Muggle, Period”

Hermione was now all ears, all her earlier embarrassment forgotten, ire and fury cooled down, she was almost ready to jump and shake him to talk faster. He paused for a second to organize his thoughts, wand in hand, gesturing when he started talking again, “Squibs reproducing with Muggles made it harder to thin out who are authentically Squibs and who are authentically Muggle."

"Consequently, the blood status became obsolete. We do not measure The Magical status by blood, but by Intelligence. Because as you already know inbreeding was and still is wreaking havoc with our world, we really do not need more samples of the Crabbes, Goyles, Bulstrodes, Parkinsons or Weasleys, and definitely less of the Figgs, Filchs and Thurkells.”

Frowning Hermione was surprised by the Weasley name in the list, “ Weasleys ? They had a squib in the family?” She asked eyebrows almost touching her hairline.

“Two actually, Molly Weasley was ashamed of her Squib cousin, I do not remember his name, he works as an accountant in the Muggle world. She never mentioned him because; it has shamed her to do so. Arthur Weasley had a family member on his father’s side who was also a squib, how do you think he got all those Muggles ‘contraptions’? No wonder their son Ronald has mediocre magical intelligence, he is almost a quasi squib But the Blacks, Malfoys, Dumbledores, also got their fair share of squibs in their families. Even Idris Oakby the founder of…”

Hermione as usual had to put her two knuts in “ Society for the Support of Squibs, she was suspected to be a squib herself. Yes I read about her”.

Not commenting on her interruption, he nodded his agreement, and continued his list of names. “Neville Longbottom was thought to be a Squib, but he proved to be a ‘late bloomer’. Even on my side of the Family, my Mother Merope Gaunt was thought to have had poor Magical abilities as per her father, I am not sure about that though she was a very good potions’ brewer.” He smiled at her gobsmacked face.

The Gryffindor witch was utterly astonished, though she remembered to keep her mouth locked tight. Immobile, as if in total body bound, not believing her ears, her eyeballs were about to desert their eye-sockets.

‘This is so SURREAL, Lord Voldemeort, THE Dark Lord Voldemort admitting that his mother, HIS MOTHER had poor magical abilities!!!!! She must be hallucinating, she is sick, she has fever, she has meningitis, worse cerebromeningitis, no no worse, encephalomeningitis, no worse than that, meningoencephalitis! She needs healer Gustavessen, preferably now!’

His chortles drew her back from her brain’s inflammations soubriquets, to see him sitting on the couch’s wide leather handrest, facing her, legs spread, and back ramrod straight. He enquired, “Are you all right? I wonder why you are so surprised. It is a well known fact that every single pureblood family had a squib or more, in their Genealogical Trees regardless if they are removed or not. The Blacks had Marius Black disowned and removed from the Black Family Tree, he was the third eldest child of Cygnus Black II and Violetta Bulstrode, no one knows his exact date of birth, but it is estimated between 1915-1920.”

“What about the Malfoys? And Dumbledores ?” She asked her tongue thick in her mouth.

‘Merlin! Does Draco know about this? And why Albus Dumbledore never mentioned anything about it?’

“The Malfoys have a History with Squibs, pet. Every generation or so they produce one…the last I know of was Abraxas’ sister. She was killed at age six. Her name also removed from the Family Tree like many Malfoy squibs before her.”

Hermione, since her introduction to the Wizarding world, has always been disgusted by the way the purebloods, and society in general treated and disregarded Squibs. Most were sent to the Muggle world orphanages and schools since childhood to make them adapt well to the Muggle world, given that staying in the Wizarding world, meant being treated as second-class citizen. Some chose to stay, regardless, like Argus Filch the caretaker of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Even the Ministry of Magic did not keep records of their births. But she was mostly shocked by the Weasleys attitude! Even a family that is “supposedly” tolerant of Muggles and Muggle-borns seems to regard Squibs as a disgrace!

If what he is saying is true about the lacking genome PCg2, and undoubtedly he is, then who could blame an ill person for their disease? It is like Thalassemia, a Muggle sickness. It is an inherited disorder that causes the body to produce less healthy red blood cells. The condition causes mild to severe anemia. Anemia is a condition where a person does not have enough red blood cells or their red blood cells do not have enough hemoglobin. Just like Squibs cannot have the slot in their body to use magic, which would not trigger into function in the abscence of the PCg2. It is so unfair!

She jumped when she heard his dark velvety voice whispering, breath caressing her ear,

“Indeed pet, there’s a lot of unfairness, injustice and inequality that ruled the rotten society for years, but now we are rectifying those, and trying to remedy other societal preconceived ideas that were watered insidiously into the people’s mind by the likes of Albus Dumbledore and Co.”

“Let me ask you a question, what is the common denominator between You, Me, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Albus dumbles, and let’s say Nymphadora Tonks ??

“If I take myself out of the equation, you are all half-bloods except me I am a muggle-born.”

Smiling He said, “ wrong answer, pet” Hermione looked like she just swallowed a sour lemon and was about to retch. ‘Wrong answer! Like hell it’s not! They are all half bloods damn it!’

“Easy pet, don’t get upset, let’s say in general you are wrong, in details you are right. Yes, we are all half bloods except you, but you pet are a half blood as well since there’s a squib or two in your family tree, hence in global we are all half-bloods wizards and witches.”

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Empress: Thank you for your motivating words, I am trying to keep both Hermione and LV in character. Hope I am succeeding :]

BelvaRoze: Thank you for your feedback, especially as I was afraid my use of the scientific words might put some readers off.
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