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The Wicked Four	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Trickster and the Scholar
- 2-The Warrior
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter Universe. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

"On the eve when the year comes anew,
A maiden's wish will come true.
With a book, a locket, and of ancient words,
Each one shall appear from another world.
First, comes the Trickster and the Scholar,
Then, the Emperor and the Warrior.
Four heirs from the lines of the snake,
And through them, the world shall break."
….
"When the colour fades in the night… when the world bleeds black and white, then the Wicked Four shall arrive with our world for them to smite."
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"They appeared upon her call, and only she can send them back to save us all."
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"Bound by words and of blood, the four shall follow the flower and claim her bud…"
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"As the time strikes midnight, the wickedest heirs shall come to take the light."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Scotland, Great Britain
It's been six months now since the day the Golden Trio had discovered the hidden library inside The Chamber of Secrets. They had found out about it when they had been helping with the Castle's reconstruction after the Battle that took place on May 2.
It was Harry who had told them to come down to the chamber and clear the area for potential threats, which would consequently safeguard the inhabitants of the Hogwarts castle. They had went there together with a select few from the Dumbledore's Army, namely: Neville, Luna and Ginny. Although Ginny had been quite reluctant to come, but in the end, she had brave her fears and went along with them.
However, the true reason they had went back there was for Harry to return the Slytherin locket to its rightful place. Since the Room of Requirement had been destroyed from the fiendfyre that Gregory Goyle had cast, it left the trio with no other option but to hide the locket somewhere else.
Therefore, the only safe place they could hide the Hogwarts artefact, was the chamber itself, together with the Hufflepuff cup - which was still there when they arrived still secreted safely within the depths of Hogwarts.
It was just by sheer coincidence that the motley group had found the hidden door that led to the library. As they had thrown the Slytherin locket into the murky waters, surrounding the Head of Salazar Slytherin that was carved on the far wall. Instead of the splash that they had expected, they had heard the loud clang when the locket fell down below.
The watery pit had been a mere illusion from the start, they realized this as they had went down to investigate. Soon, they had come across the stairs leading down to a secret door. At that time, Hermione had concluded that Salazar must have placed the basilisk there for another reason. Aside from the great serpent's initial task of terrorizing and petrifying muggleborns, it must had been guarding what was within that door; a door which was still thrumming with wards, when they had neared it.
Fortunately, the basilisk was already dead, while the last Slytherin heir - Voldemort - had perished; thereby weakening the protective wards that surrounded the door, and in turn, made it a lot easier for them to open.
Everyone had been excited, and at the same time apprehensive, when the oaken door had swung opened. They had been expecting more, perhaps a treasure or another monster, but to everyone's disappointment – except for Hermione of course - the sight that met their eyes as the door creaked open was the shelves of books that lined the walls from top to bottom, shelves that even reached up to the second-floor.
It was a huge library, and Hermione had been ecstatic when she saw the contents of the room. The room itself was typically made of Slytherin-green upholstery, ornaments, fittings and furnishings. There was also a spiralling staircase that led to the second floor, where she could see another common-room-like setting for a perfect area to sit down, relax and read - the same quaint setting in the first floor there.
It had also been a surprised to Hermione when she had caught sight of the cushions on the carpeted floor, just in front of the great fireplace; a fireplace with snake-carvings on it, and where a green fire had burst into life the instant they had stepped further into the threshold. Shortly after, the big chandeliers that hanged from the ceiling had lightened up with green embers. There had been gasps of awe when the vastness and entirety of the room was finally revealed to them.
Hermione's heart had fluttered when her eyes had roved around the place, and had accelerated when her brown orbs landed over the stacks of books that were arranged in the shelves from wall to wall. She had nearly drooled just from the overwhelming desire to open one of them. It had felt like she had fallen in love with the place. Perhaps she had.
It was love at first sight, especially when she had started reading the books. Of course, she had to carefully select a book that wasn't dangerous from the shelves after casting a number of detection charms on it.
Her infatuation had just increase ten-fold when she had learned that the books in the library contained numerous texts that had survived the "Burning'' in the 15th century, books that Salazar Slytherin must had hoarded and stashed away during that period - the century when certain books were purged for containing sensitive materials in regards to the Dark Arts and otherworldly context.
Indeed, she was in love with Salazar's library that she had spent most of her time there, along with either one of her friends in the first few months during the reconstruction period.
There were some books that were hard to read since they were written in codes, and Hermione had started obsessing over them, trying to decipher the first book that caught her eye. It was a book that she had seen lying on the table of the second floor. The wasn't actually a book perse, for it was small and looked more of a notebook than anything else. It had nothing particularly of note in terms of outwards appearance, apart from the yellowing pages and the dark ink stains on the spine. Nevertheless, Hermione had been drawn to it when she had climbed up the stairs to the second-floor and had seen it lying open on the table, covered in dust.
Needless to say, she had started with it as a pet project of sorts, for it had the most complicated ciphering system that she had trouble decrypting; and Hermione had seen it as a challenge to quickly figure out the words written there. Although Hermione had to use different kinds of detection charms before she could start with her project, and had kept checking on it as a precautionary measure throughout the months as she worked on it. After all, Hermione can't afford to be too careless, mainly after what happened to Ginny with Riddle's diary.
As a consequence, Hermione had frequented the library to appeased her thirst for knowledge and to drown herself with some of the rarest treasure trove of books that was said to have been lost in the "Burning'', but now it was all there for the taking. Hermione had immersed herself with the captivating scent of old tomes and the delicate pages. Every visit was exhilarating as the last, for she was able to slowly unravel the secrets that Salazar Slytherin had kept closely guarded.
Months later, it didn't come as a surprise to both Harry and Ron, when Hermione had begun going there by herself after her fear of descending there alone dissipated, with her hunger for knowledge overpowering her fear of the lingering shadows within the chambers. And when the school semester began, Hermione had already been familiarized with the place that she had spent there during weekdays, focusing more on how to decipher the context of the green, non-descript book that she had found.
Four months after her discovery, Hermione was able to break through some of the codes, and shortly, she began to translate the context into something more comprehensive. In the end, Hermione could now understand some parts of the text.
However, despite the good news, Hermione could not help but feel troubled, because what she had discovered was nothing she had ever imagined.
When Rowena Ravenclaw had created the diadem to amplify intelligence and improve the wearer's decision-making, and Hufflepuff's cup was used to test true loyalty of those who drink from it; Salazar Slytherin, on the other hand, had created the locket to make connections to his other counterparts from the different dimensions - which he seemed to believe truly exist.
Well, Hermione was sceptical to say the least, but it had her mind working rapidly as she had slowly consumed the pages of the book and learned more of the theory of opening the gates from the other dimensions. And after months of deciphering the book, Hermione could finally understand most of it, but not the last page, where Salazar Slytherin had written something.
So, on the eve of the Masquerade Ball at Hogwarts, which was held to celebrate the New Year and the success of the Castle's reconstruction, Hermione had decided not to attend the ball. After all, she didn't have a date after she and Ron had fought again. That's why she was there, in the Chamber of Secrets, and inside Salazar's Library.
Hermione was almost finished in deciphering the last page. It felt like decoding the mysterious text was more important than the party.
More than that, it was also because of Trelawney's presence at the party that convinced her not to attend the festivities. For the past months, the old bat had begun spouting out non-sense about the end of the world come New Year's Eve, which made Hermione lose her desire to go on just the thought of hearing Trelawney's false prophecies while trying to enjoy the ball.
"To save us all, the flower must not succumb to the Wicked Four."
Those were the exact words written in the Daily Prophet that very morning in Trelawney's prediction column. After the defeat of Lord Voldemort, the seer had gain fame when everyone discovered that it was her that had made the prophesy between Harry Potter and the Dark Lord. And so for the past months, Trelawney had grated on Hermione's nerves after listening to the other people worry and chatter about the seer's new prophesy, which was just complete rubbish.
If Hermione knew any better, the hag was merely making things up to garner more attention. For this reason, going to the party was already out of the question for Hermione, when she knew that the people will be talking about the latest prophesy that was said to be fulfilled that evening...
No, Hermione was better off solving the riddle that had fascinated her for months, than to listen to party-goers gossiped about the end of the world.

December 31, 2008
The Chamber of Secrets
Salazar's Hidden Library
With feelings of both excitement and apprehension, Hermione followed the translated instructions from the small book precisely. Even though she thought that it was not going to work, but Hermione tried all the same.
She had understood the theory behind the process in trying to establish contact to the other world, and she had read more about alternate universe from the rare books there as well. Yet Hermione still felt like it was merely wishful thinking on Salazar's part to hope that another dimension exist other than theirs.
But it couldn't hurt if she tried and wished for it to be possible.
Carefully, Hermione drew a rune circle around the Slytherin locket. The blood that she had prick from her thumb forming the right symbols for the spell. Afterwards, Hermione opened the locket that was already devoid of Voldemort's soul - although she could still feel some magical residue left in it.
As it lay opened on top of Salazar's notes, Hermione allowed a drop of her blood to drip over the inside of the locket, and shortly closed it.
Then, she started murmuring the decoded spells from the last page.
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δεσμεύεται από το αίμα
φέρει ένα γιο φίδι
σε αυτόν τον κόσμο
και γι 'αυτόν να με ακολουθήσουν
πάντα
…..
She finished, and waited…
Nothing happened.
She waited another few seconds, but there was still nothing. She looked at the locket and around the vast room. But she found that everything was the same to Hermione's disappointment.
And tried again.
Hermione repeated the spell the second time.
…..
δεσμεύεται από το αίμα
φέρει ένα γιο φίδι
σε αυτόν τον κόσμο
και γι 'αυτόν να με ακολουθήσουν
πάντα
…..
There was no result.
There was nothing, even when she had slowly enunciated each words.
However, Hermione was not deterred, and once more, she muttered the spell two more times.
…..
δεσμεύεται από το αίμα
φέρει ένα γιο φίδι
σε αυτόν τον κόσμο
και γι 'αυτόν να με ακολουθήσουν
πάντα
…..
When she had finished up the last words, Hermione instantly felt something shifted in the air, just as the locket on top of the notebook - where she had placed it - began to vibrate and shake, then it began to emit a strange white light.
The hair on her arms rose up as a strange thing happened. The spot where she had put the locket changed. The colours faded into black and white, and in a matter of seconds, the oddity began to spread to the entire table, down to the carpeted floor, and soon after, everything else.
Around Hermione, the room had changed, from the Slytherin-green she had gotten used to, to the dull colour of black and white. The colour was seeping out. Yet Hermione could not understand the reason behind the change.
It felt like she was entering into a Twilight Zone with only two colours to see.
Then, all of a sudden, there was a searing pain on her right cheek, like something was carving itself there, like a hot and invisible needle was branding a mark on her skin.
Meanwhile, Hermione's heart started hammering erratically on her chest as her fear of the unknown mounted.
She didn't really know what she had done….until it was already too late.

Up above, in the great hall, people began panicking when they noticed the creeping strangeness that entered the hall. Students began screaming when they realized the colours was bleeding into black and white, where it engulfed the great hall and even themselves.
"ARGGHH!"
"MERLIN! THE WORLD IS ENDING JUST AS THE PROPHECY SAID!"
"I can't die just yet! I can't die!"
"NO! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?! WE ARE DOOMED!"
And in the midst of all the screams, cries and shouts from the people, there was a woman with frizzed hair and a huge spectacles on her face, who was screeching, "THEY ARE COMING! THE WICKED FOUR ARE COMING!"
"WHAT?! NOOOO!"

Hermione suddenly felt faint. Her wide-eyes staring at herself in the mirror - which she had conjured up a moment ago. She stared at the tattoo of two snakes on her right cheek. It was entwining, writhing and hissing as if alive. She could feel its movements, like worms crawling on her skin.
It was also throbbing painfully. Sometimes it burst into a searing white-hot pain that Hermione would end up kneeling on the floor, and screaming all the while.
It's been two minutes already after everything had turned into black and white. Now, the power around her started to buzz and hum, nearly suffocating her by the strength of it.
Soon after, Hermione felt the most excruciating pain like no other she had ever experienced before. She felt her entire soul like it was being stabbed repeatedly by an invisible pikes and plunged into a burning black fire.
And as the pain became too much for her, she fell down unconscious on the ground; oblivious to how the way the two snakes on her cheek were moving. The two heads meeting and its body entwining tightly together.
A second later, there were two huge black portals which appeared in the room.
…..
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Hermione regained consciousness and immediately heard the sound of sharp cracks that reverberated around the room. At first, she thought it was from the firecrackers signaling the end of the New Year (which was impossible since she was deeply underground), and concluded next that it must be someone apparating inside the room, which was also impossible. However, later, she realized that it was the sound of gunshots being fired, when she saw the bullet shell that landed near her face.
And at the odd sight of it, Hermione's heart leapt to her throat
PING – PING – PING
Soon, she heard the sound of bullets ricocheting against something metallic, which was swiftly accompanied by the buzzing and crackling noises, like a current of electricity was surging outwards.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" a masculine voice shouted at someone; and for the life of her, she didn't know who it was.
What's going on? Hermione wondered silently as she remained unmoving on the carpeted floor, lying low; too afraid of being hit by a wheezing bullet.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
There was another rapid fire of shots and the sound of running feet as some unknown people were battling it out in the library, followed by the ominous sounds of crashing bookshelves, upturning tables, breaking ornaments; and to Hermione's horror, the unmistakable fluttering of papers through the air as some pages were torn from their bindings.
Oh my god! They are destroying Salazar's library! I must do something! came her screeching and angry thoughts as she slowly propped herself on her elbows, and warily raised her head up.
BANG! – BANG! – BANG!
Hermione ducked her head instantly as the shots rang out once again. But Hermione had seen enough during her brief perusal of the room. Her eyes had seen two, tall men at the centre of the library. And like everything around her, she could not distinguish anything about their colouring, other than they were in different shades of black and white. Though they were both wearing old-fashioned muggle clothing with suits, ties and slacks. One was wearing a big-rimmed glasses while the other had none, but with his hair swept up to one side.
They look to be identical copies of themselves that Hermione had almost mistaken them for twins. Well… except for the fact that they were currently trying to kill each other.
BANG! – CLICK – CLICK
The gun-wielding-man seemed to have ran out of bullets, and Hermione lifted her head once again in time to see the man carrying the gun, leaping over upturned tables and bookshelves and hide behind it. She saw him took something from his pockets, and then he quickly began reloading his gun. The snapping sound seemed so loud in the library as the man released the magazine, then placed bullets on it before he put it back again. She then watched him slid back the barrel of his gun with a click, where he afterwards placed a finger on the trigger and pointed the muzzle forward.
When he was armed and ready, the man leaned to the side and listened for his opponent, who stood beyond his barricade. And all the while, Hermione had watched him expertly do these things with a sort of morbid fascination. She felt mildly intrigued and alarmed that there was a muggle carrying a gun inside the Chamber of Secrets.
Meanwhile, the other man on the other side, was merely standing there with his arm extended in front of him. He stood there under the safety of a faint white orb that surrounded him like a protective barrier. There was also something flashing in his extended hand, where she saw a ring that emitted the blinking light. It must be some kind of enchanted ring he had used during the fight with the other man.
"Data Analysis completed," came a robotic voice of a woman reporting while Hermione slowly sat up from the floor. The two men still hadn't noticed her there, which gave her the time to analyse the situation further, and perhaps, do something to take the two of them off guard.
Hermione silently took her wand lying on the floor beside her, and was considering about stunning both intruders, when the disembodied voice spoke again.
"DNA sample obtain is a 100% match, Professor…The subject is an exact copy of you... He is a clone," the voice informed the bespectacled man, who was tapping his glasses as he stared straight up ahead, as if viewing something that Hermione couldn't see.
Hermione had frozen after she had heard the information, A clone? What does she mean by a clone? And where is that voice coming from? She thought in confusion, looking for the woman who had spoken.
"I see. Thank you, N21," the man responded in a cold, unfeeling voice while he flicked his other hand through the air, akin to scrolling through pages. "What data have you gathered regarding our current location?"
The man asked, while the other one behind the barricade was listening carefully, his head turned to the side with his hand still gripping the gun in front of him.
"Current location is still unknown… I apologize, Professor. There's seems to be some unusual magnetic interference that prevents me from functioning at 100 percent capacity."
"Then, we must find out some other ways to—" the man with the glasses began, and Hermione took this opportunity to raise her wand and aimed.
"Stupefy!" she shouted, just as the woman-computer snapped, "Hostile detected at nine o'clock!"
The man pivoted around to face her, and with an incredible speed, got something from his breast pocket and promptly threw it at her. Hemione's stunning spell hit his barrier and rebounded. The spell went astray and directly hit the bookshelf beside the man, where the books fell down with their pages ripping and fluttering through the air, and Hermione could only mourn at the sight of it.
Then, there was the sharp cracks of gun blazing as the other man joined the fray.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Hermione made a hasty retreat, running away from the smoke that immediately erupted after the man had tossed something on the ground. She was glad that the man behind the barricade had engaged the one with the spectacles and not her, which gave Hermione the chance to escape the dangerous fumes. Shortly after, she ensconce herself inside her own barrier just a fraction before the bullets went flying
PING-PING-PING-PING
The bullets hit the bespectacled man's orb of protection, where the lethal missiles recoiled and went in different directions.
All the while, Hermione banished the smoke that enveloped around her shield charm and sent both an immobilizing spell at the two men.
"Petrificus Totalus! Petrificus Totalus!"
The two men momentarily glanced at her. Their eyes slightly widening when they saw her spells came shooting towards them. The computer-generated-voice saying, "Unusual energy detected, approximately five – four - three-," and the two men leaped into action. Their movements fluid and fast. Too fast that Hermione's spells hit another bookshelves that toppled some books, splintered the wooden shelves and tore some pages from their bindings.
A vein started to throb on Hermione's temple as she saw it happened. But she didn't have time to contemplate on it, for the two men had their eyes zeroed on her now. A barrel of a gun was now aiming for her head while the other man was taking something from his pocket once more.
Their eyes staring daggers at her.
"And who are you?!" The man with the gun demanded, his finger twitching around the trigger of his gun, while he looked at the other man from the corners of his eyes. "Can someone at least answer that question?!"
"I'm Hermione Granger!" she snapped, her wand pointing from one man to the other, keeping them both within her sight, "And who are you?! And what in heaven's are you doing here?!"
"The name is Tomas Reed, and I wouldn't know how I came to be here. One second I was in a business meeting, and the next thing I was in this place," divulged the man with the gun, still glaring fiercely at her and at the other man present. He abruptly aimed his gun to the man with the glasses, where he said savagely, "and when I arrived here, this man suddenly attacked me! Fool!"
CLICK
There was an ominous click as Tomas Reed pulled the trigger, only to have his gun jammed on him. There was a scowl on his face as he tried again, glowering at the other man who simply looked unperturbed, even when there was a gun pointing at him.
"NO!" Hermione yelled furiously, interfering before they could start another fight that could potentially destroy everything within the library.
"ENOUGH! YOU CAN'T BOTH FIGHT IN HERE!"
Hermione was not afraid of either of them, since she had fought dangerous wizards that she was confident in her abilities to handle two muggles, even if one of them was armed with technologically advance objects.
"YOU NEED TO STOP NOW!"
Tomas Reed and the other man turned their attention towards her, surprisingly they seemed to freeze. Their eyes gleaming with interest and irritation.
"And where might this place be?" the man with the glasses inquired, and Hermione bristled at his haughty tone. "Do you know exactly where we are?"
"You are in a library," was her blunt reply, deciding not to tell them where they were specifically, for muggles were not allowed to know exactly where Hogwarts was located, and especially the Chamber of Secrets. Perhaps later the Obliviators would come and modify their memories once she would call the Aurors and hand them both to the Ministry.
"Well, obviously, we are in the library," Tomas retorted in impatience and continued on. "What the bastard and I wanted to know, is where we are? What country, city, or town are we in right now?"
Hermione minutely noticed the cut on his cheek, where a blood was trickling down, before answering him.
"You are in England," was Hermione's simple response, and rapidly said to them before they could open their mouths, "Now, kindly please lower down your weapons and carefully throw it in front of you….perhaps, all of your weapons that you have in there, and I mean all of it," and then swiftly added, "—and no funny business!"
"I don't think so—," Tomas began in a frigid tone with his eyes glittering dangerously, but abruptly threw his gun on the floor. His eyes widening in stunned shock as his weapon left his grasp, seemingly surprise about it.
"What did you do to me?" He demanded a moment after, when he levelled his icy stare at her. Hermione met his cold blue eyes head-on.
She could only frown at him in confusion, but her eyes got distracted on the other man who had also thrown his ring on the floor, and doing what she told them to do.
"Indeed, what have you done to us, girl? For it seemed we no longer have control over our bodies after you have ordered us to remove our weapons," the professor said in a monotone voice, but Hermione noted the slight dip in his intonation that belied his cold fury.
"Our actions are no longer our own," he finished, almost tonelessly which completely disturbed Hermione.
"I can assure you that I didn't do anything," she said in defence while both of the men began to remove their hidden cache of deadly weapons.
There was a ticked on both of their strong jaws, as one after the other, all the lethal objects that they had hidden on their person, was revealed and laid in heaps on the floor.
Hermione saw some daggers, two more guns, flash bombs, vials of something, and some odd-looking gadgets that the professor put on the floor. All the while, Hermione watched this with a feeling of shock as they followed her instruction to the letter.
Am I controlling them?" Hermione thought in concern, her heart thudding loudly in her rib cage at the possibility. And why are they even here? Was it a result from my spell? Who are they? Was I the one who brought them here?
"I don't believe you for a moment! This is mind-control!" Tomas Reed hissed in outrage, when he began to strip his suit jacket and undoing his tie. The other man was doing the same thing, where he was in the process of removing his suit. Hermione couldn't help but feel the blush that suffused her face when Tomas Reed started unbuttoning his white shirt, while the other man began unbuckling his belt.
Hermione's eyes grew wider as each of them slowly stripped.
"What do you think you are doing?!" Hermione nearly screeched when Tomas tagged his shirt off his shoulders and arms to reveal his lean frame to her.
"What do you think?!" Tomas bit back as he threw his shirt on the ground in anger. "We are stripping our clothes to remove every last hidden weapons from our person, isn't that what you wanted in the first place?!"
Her face heated up at his words, trying not to stare at him. Her eyes were bombarded by the tantalizing images of broad shoulders and lean arms that were corded with muscles. Then, the sight of a trim waist, the hard contours of abs, and then, a chiselled chest.
"You will pay for making me do this," he snarled slowly at her, and she vaguely saw a gun holster strapped to his shoulders, right before she turned away from him and the other man, who had successfully unbuckled his belt, and had his pants pooling at his feet to reveal his boxer shorts.
Hermione was torn between ordering them to stop stripping or just simply proceed with what she felt safe. With their weapons removed, they wouldn't have the chance to harm anyone in the room, and judging from their stash of lethal weapons that they had revealed to her, the two could prove to be far more dangerous even by muggle standards.
However, upon realizing that it was such a terrible idea to turn her back to them, Hermione wheeled around once again. The image of muscled torsos in front of her seared right through her mind.
She felt embarrassed as she watched them stripped their clothes, where they subsequently removed and added something on the growing pile of discarded weapons on the floor. Tomas Reed was growling underneath his breath as he did all of this, while the man with the glasses remained frighteningly silent; that mechanical voice of the woman he was talking to was absent.
Hermione's mind had start working frantically as her eyes tried not to stare at either of them. This was the first time that she had seen a man close to naked before. She and Ron had never gotten too far aside from their frenzied kisses; and now, Hermione felt like she was treading on a new, dangerous territory with the two virile men indecently standing in front of her.
The professor at the moment was taking off his socks, where he removed little objects – the size of a button from it - before throwing it on the litter of things in front of him. Both the men were now down to their boxer shorts; loose boxers, where Tomas had a stripe one while the other man had the checker design. The V shape on their hip bones made Hermione want to fan herself as the blush on her face had spread all throughout her body. She suddenly felt hot for some reason as her eyes landed on the trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath their boxers. The two men were the finest male specimen she had laid eyes on with their tall frame and nicely-toned physique. So don't blamed Hermione for staring at both of them.
"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" a voice snapped her out her reverie, and Hermione looked up at the person who had spoken. It was Tomas, and he was glowering at her.
"Of course, not!" Hermione responded rather heatedly, although the blush on her cheeks said otherwise; even when they could only see the varying shades of black and white on her.
Tomas raised a brow at her, scrutinizing her closely and said, "Hmn…Well, judging from the colour on your cheeks -"
"Shut up!" she said to him, and the ingrate instantly clamped his mouth shut after he was about to say something else.
Hermione watched him closely, Is it really true that I had control over them? She inwardly mused, ignoring the furious scowl that Tomas directed at her. Are they really doing this because I ordered them to?
Her attention shifted to the professor who was still completely mute throughout the whole deal, his face devoid of emotion. The man already had his thumbs around his boxers and was about to tag it downwards, when Hermione had turned her attention towards him.
"Stop right there!" She ordered hastily when she realized what he was about to do.
Immediately, the man froze, his eyes meeting hers.
"It's fine... Keep-keep everything that you have… in there," she stuttered, and blushed even more at his intense stare.
"Are you sure?" He asked while there was a sly smirk appearing on his face. Hermione's heart fluttered at the look on his face, as if he knew something that she didn't.
Those cold-blue eyes pierced through her as he said, "I could have something dangerous down my boxers."
He murmured to her in a way that sent her heart racing; and if it was even possible, Hermione would have blush a hundred shades of red as his eyes bore into hers. She saw Tomas had that identical smirk on his face while his eyes carefully inspected her, pointedly staring at the odd colouring on her cheeks; and when their eyes met, his mouth moved to form one single word.
"Virgin,"
Hermione read from his lips and could only scowl at him. She decided to ignore the lout. So what if she was a virgin? It's not like it was a terrible crime to be a virgin at her age.
"All the same," she said, turning to the other man, trying to ignore the eyes that bore through her head from the insufferable, Tomas Reed. "Just keep your boxers on…It's not like you have a ticking time-bomb in there."
Astonishingly, the professor let out a low chuckle, the smirk on his lips widening. Hermione's heart did an odd flip at the sound of his masculine laughter; and at the same time, she wanted to slap herself for saying something mortifying.
"Yes, indeed," he said, taking his fingers slowly off his boxers while his eyes remained transfix on her. Hermione wanted to squirm under his gaze. She felt like she was being viewed from under a microscope, but held herself still.
"What's your name?" She asked him instead.
"My name is Tomson Holland," was his instant answer, as if he was being compelled to answer her. Hermione could see him gritting his teeth afterwards.
Hermione scrutinized the two men, overlooking the fact that they were only wearing boxers. And that's when she saw something that had her throat tightened in both fear and anxiety. She had been too focused on diverting her attention elsewhere from their masculine form that she hadn't noticed the identical tattoos that they had on their necks.
The snake tattoos that were similar to the one she recalled seeing on her cheek right before she had blacked out.
Without preamble, her wand raised in a flash at either of them. Their eyes looking quizzically at the wand on her hand, finally able to notice the odd thing.
"Tell me who you are right now! I want to know the name you were given at birth!" she commanded loudly, her eyes wide with panic.
And simultaneously, the two men answered her, despite the fact that their faces strained to stop themselves from talking. In the end, the compulsion was too strong.
"I was named Tom Marvolo Riddle by the woman who gave birth to me."
"My name was Tom Marvolo Riddle before I was adopted."
Both of them told her at the same time, and Hermione nearly fainted when she heard it.
However, she didn't; instead, she banished all their weapons piled on the floor in haste, bound both of them from head to toe with a strong binding curse, then drew them closer and had them knelt down in front of her, just a foot apart from each other.
She did this in span of five seconds while their eyes had rounded as they settled in front of her.
"What are you?!" Tomson Holland, the Professor-Tom-Riddle, demanded. "How can you do these things?!"
"I'm someone you are not, apparently… Let's leave it at that." Hermione replied ambiguously, her heart thudding erratically on her chest as she realized what she had done.
So this is what happens when using THAT spell. She thought, her eyes looking at the two men who could be identical twins, except that they were the same people but from different realities. Did I just unknowingly summoned two Dark Lords from another dimension? She wondered while the two glared up at her, their animosity with each other forgotten, now they were reunited by the feelings of hatred and fury that they had for her.
The last Slytherin heir who wore the necklace was Voldemort, and he had made the locket his horcrux, which must be the reason why there are two Tom Riddles who came here, and not the other heirs from their lines. Hermione deduced as she slowly reached out a hand to touch the tattoo on Tomson's neck. The Professor glared at her hand and tried to move away from her, but Hermione ordered, "Don't move!-" and added as an afterthought, "-both of you,"
The two Tom Riddles narrowed their eyes at her, and like before, they did as instructed.
She touched Tomson's tattoo, and was shocked when the snake and the man reacted to her touch. The snaked began hissing and writhing on the skin on Tomson's neck, while the man himself seemed to have shuddered at her touch, like some strange emotion had jolted through him.
Hermione hurriedly withdraw her hand in surprised. But it was already too late, she had felt something odd when she had touched him. The moment her fingers brushed the tattoo on his skin, a current of electricity had sparked from the tips of her fingers and zipped all throughout her body, making her more than aware of him as a man.
She could not understand why she was suddenly having a difficult time breathing as she stared at the professor. There was now an unknown tension that hanged heavily in the air as she locked eyes with him, where his gaze seemed to have become heated as seconds ticked by, darkening with an emotion that she could not fathom, a look that made her want to squirm under his gaze while her stomach tightened with something that dimly felt like anticipation.
It was Hermione, who forced herself to tear her gaze from him, even when every part of her body was burning for something she couldn't quite understand. So, she turned her gaze to Tomas Reed, who was glancing at her and then to Tomson, and back again. His eyes critically eyeing both of them; observing the change in their breathing and their slightly flustered state.
"What did you do to him?" He asked carefully at her, and Hermione avoided his eyes before answering.
"I didn't do anything to him! I just touched the tattoo on his neck! That's all!" She retorted defensively.
"Tattoo? What tattoo?" The professor asked, frowning minutely at the thought. "I don't have a tattoo on my neck."
"You have right now!" Hermione snapped at him, and then quickly pointed towards Tomas, "And so is he!"
"You can't be serious?" Tomas asked in complete surprised.
"Do you think I'm joking to you, you idiot?!"
"Don't call me an idiot, you little bitch! You don't know who I am, and what I'm capable of! I'm—"
"Oh, please! Don't bore me with your drivel! I know exactly who you – or rather – who you both of are, and what you are capable of!"
"Really? And will you please enlighten us how you came upon this information?!"
"I don't want to waste my breath speaking to the likes—"
"Are you the reason why we ended up here, girl?" the professor interrupted her before she could finish. Hermione's attention swiftly turned towards him.
"Were you the one who sent us here?" Tomson coolly inquired again, his face blank.
Tomas Reed had stopped talking and was waiting for her to answer - both of them were.
Hermione hesitated for a while before answering honestly.
"As a matter of fact, yes—" Hermione started and hadn't even finished speaking, when Tomas sneered at her, his oddly Australian accent lacing heavily each of his words.
"Why you little-! As soon as I'm out from these bindings, I'm going to—"
"Shut your mouth!" She commanded, easily getting incense, probably because she was already furious at herself for being the one responsible for all of this; responsible for calling two Tom Riddles into this world.
It seemed Trelawney's prophecy came true after all.
"Both of you shut up! Don't open your mouths, and don't move until I tell you so! Now, listen to me carefully," she said to them as she began pacing back and forth, her mind working rapidly. The two men followed her commands and were now watching her silently with resentment in their eyes.
Hermione ignored their looks.
"I'm going to find a way to send you back to your worlds, alright?" She informed them as she halted, looking at both of them. They merely shot her a hateful stare while they remained unmoving and silent. "I made a mistake in delving into your ancestor's books. Now, I'm stuck with you two…and I'm going to deal with you both until I find something that will help you return to where you came from. But first, I need to see your tattoos.
This time, she reached for the tattoo marked on Tomas.
It was a mistake, for as soon as Hermione's fingertips brushed against the snake etched on Tomas' skin, something zipped through them with Tomas' body arching up and trembling.
Instantly, Hermione's eyes had darkened as an unknown emotion made her body feel hot, and made her stomach tightened. After that, her mind had fogged, becoming hazy as her hand unconsciously began kneading Tomas' side of his neck. She felt his body immediately responding to her touch while the tattoo of the two snakes on their skin started hissing and slithering against each other.
In no time, Tomas was panting at the same time as her. Hermione had started rubbing the corded muscles of his shoulder, arm and chest, then she began stroking the moving tattoo on his neck and delving her fingers into his silken-black hair, where she rubbed the strands of his locks between her fingers.
Tomas' head was lifted up towards her, exposing more of his neck and shoulder to her touch. His thick lashes fluttering close as a strained moan left his mouth when Hermione continued to touch him.
Hermione didn't know what was happening to her. Her mind was muddled by a thick haze that she hadn't felt before, like all her senses was flooded by the overwhelming pleasure of simply touching the man kneeling in front of her. But it felt lacking somehow, as something inside her coiled and became restless for more. There was a throbbing between her thighs that she tried to alleviate by rubbing her legs together, but it remained ever present, and it even intensified as she felt something wet seeping from down there.
The ache was something new and foreign that she had this driving desire to straddle the kneeling man in front of her and grind herself against him. Or just simply lift her skirt up, place his head and mouth between her thighs and let him lick her right there, just right there where she felt the throbbing was at, where she felt something swollen and aching for the slightest touch, the slightest glide of a wet tongue, a suckle right there and to feel something going inside -
And the thought of it made the coil in her belly tightened in excitement. She felt herself getting moister down there that the wetness began to drench her knickers.
She didn't know what came over her, because the next thing she knew, she was gripping Tomas' hair while her lips gradually descended into his waiting and hungry mouth. She could hear and feel his rasping breath against her cheek as both of their breathing accelerated.
She was just an inch from his lips when something happened.
She heard the mechanical voice of a woman once again. Simultaneously, both Hermione's and Tomas' head snapped up at the sound.
"Initiating sequence to self-destruct, count-down commencing in-" the voice said, followed by the sound of beeping. "Thirty…Twenty-Nine...Twenty-Eight.."
Hermione's heart pounded loudly in her ears as she leapt towards the professor, adrenaline rushing to her veins while the fog that had enveloped her mind instantly dispersed.
Goodness! What in heavens was that?! I had fondled and almost kissed one Tom Riddle! she thought in alarm when she remembered the unknown emotion that swept through her and nearly controlled her body to do something that she would never consider in a million years. Kissing the Dark Lord? What the hell?!
"Twenty-Seven…Twenty-Six…"
However, the sound of the woman's voice stopped her from thinking deeply on what had almost occurred, because her hands were now searching for that beeping sound that she heard coming from Professor Tomson, who had a demented grin on his face.
Hermione belatedly realized that this Tom Riddle must be thoroughly unhinged in the head to even consider something like a suicide bomber would do.
"Twenty-Five…Twenty-Four…"
"Where is it?!" Hermione asked in panic as she frisked him, patting down his body, ignoring the fact that his body seemed to tense, and then respond underneath her searching hand. "Where is that beeping sound coming from?"
"Twenty-Three…Twenty-Two…Twenty-One…"
Hermione saw Tomson tried to stop himself from answering her, but in the end, the compulsion won out.
"It's in my right thigh. The chip is buried underneath the epidermis. You need to cut through the skin to take it out, but you need to do it carefully, or it will explode." The Professor gritted out, his countenance taut with ire, clearly not wanting to reveal this information to her.
"Twenty…Nineteen…Eighteen…"
With mounting anxiety, Hermione rolled the hem of his boxers up, up to his inguinal area to reveal most of his right thigh. Her hand brushing accidentally against his groin, where she heard the man sucking a lungful of breath as she did so. Hermione flushed at his reaction, more so when she felt something stirring at his front, and she swiftly removed her hand away from him just as her body started to respond to his.
Their eyes met once again.
The demented look on Tomson's face was gone, replaced by something hot and forbidden that stoked something inside Hermione. She was tempted to press her thighs together as that ache between her thighs began to throb again. But this was not the right moment to be thinking about the strange things that was happening to her body, when there was a ticking time-bomb that was about to explode - literally.
"Fifteen…Fourteen…Thirteen…"
"I think its better if you de-activate it." Hermione said to him finally.
"Twelve…Eleven…"
The man remained silent, however. Hermione suddenly recalled her last command, and instantly stated, "Speak out!"
"I will do as you instructed," He instantaneously the moment he was allowed to talk, "-but you must remove the bindings first."
"Ten…Nine…Eight…"
"Fine," Hermione said and flicked her wand to do just that, before ordering specifically.
"Seven...Six...Five..."
"Deactivate that explosive chip on your thigh once you are free."
Shortly after, Tomson was able to move his limbs again, and then promptly did something that puzzled Hermione. He tapped something on his thigh, like a code, where the voice ultimately said.
"Code accepted. Sequence to self-destruct terminated."
It said, and before Hermione could issue another command or used her wand to cast a spell. Tomson Holland, a.k.a Professor-Tom-Riddle, was suddenly on her. He burst into a series of movements, where his hand shot out fast as lightning to twist her wrist towards her. The sharp pain from her joint elicited a cry from Hermione, and force her to let go of her wand. And then, he swiftly pivoted her around with her entire arm pressed behind her back, and followed it through by sweeping his leg underneath her feet.
The flow of his movements was like water and lightning combine that she could not stopped him in time. Hermione fell down like a sack of potatoes on the floor. She felt her wrist and arm joints protesting and creaking at the pressure as it was forced into. Her entire right arm shooting up in pain that she screamed as her face hit the floor.
In only took a few seconds, where Hermione was now lying on the ground with her wrist bent in an awkward angle at her back while another hand covered her mouth. Professor-Tom-Riddle was straddling her from behind, and he was freaking heavy that Hermione had a hard time breathing.
She knew this move, or perhaps some parts of it, where she remembered seeing it on TV. It was some form of martial arts that originated from Japan.
WHAT THE HELL! This Voldemort knows martial arts! She thought almost hysterically as she began struggling. She shouldn't have been surprised by this fact after seeing the amount of muggle technology and weapons that they had shown her earlier; and mastering a form of martial arts must be a hobby that they had taken up while they were raised as muggles in their world.
"I could have easily slit your throat, girl." Tomson said, his hand tightening around each sides of her cheeks after Hermione had bit on his palm hard. She grunted as he subsequently twisted her arm further.
"Stop struggling," he ordered her, "You are in no position now to command me as you please. But-"
"Energy disturbance detected," the sound of that disembodied voice interjected. "Professor, there is another wormhole opening."
At once, the professor was off of her, and Hermione took this chance to leap towards her wand that was lying a meter away from her.
"Whatever it is that you have done, girl. I hope you can fix it soon!" He said furiously as Hermione gingerly stood up from the ground while she aimed her wand at him; her dominant hand was too strained that she had to use her left hand to wield her wand.
"Since my data-analyser had shown me that you were 95% telling the truth about trying to fix this problem soon. Hence, I'm going to allow you the opportunity to-" he broke off completely while stared at something behind her.
She felt something change in the atmosphere behind her, and Hermione started to turn around to see what it was, but then something hit her from behind that felt like she had been run over by a moving car.
Hermione felt the hard pressed of a body on her back, where the forward momentum shortly propelled the new-comer and her towards Professor Tomson and Tomas Reed, who remained unmoving and silent on the floor.
CRASH!
All of them landed in a tangle of limbs on the floor. Hermione's face was pressed against a male chest, her arms were entwined by other limbs while the rest of her body was flushed against every goddamn-male-parts who were piled up underneath and above her. She could feel something hard nudging her inner thigh from behind her, and something heavy and grating on her spine. While underneath her, the naked torsos of both Tomas and Tomson were pressed against her chest, and just every inch of her front.
There was the sounds of groans and grunts of discomfort and pain as they tried to untangle themselves from each other.
The man behind Hermione was heavier than Professor-Tom-Riddle. So, when his weight was gone in a flash, Hermione removed herself from the two men who had began reacting to her proximity.
She stood up and faced the new-comer, her eyes going round and wide as saucers as she slowly surveyed him from head to toe.

TO BE CONTINUED…..
PREVIEW…..
The two Tom Riddle's halted just three feet away from her, glowering ferociously from their towering height.
Merlin! I'm surrounded by a bunch of giants. Hermione thought nervously after she had to tip her head up to meet the furious gazes of the three men who were standing in a tight circle around her. Hermione knew that the men must be more than six feet in height to dwarf her petite frame, with her head just barely brushing the top of their shoulders or the point of their strong jaws.
And like a pack of wolves ready to devour their prey, they started to pace and circle around her short form, eyeing her from head to toe and pulling back their teeth into a sneer of disgust, a snarl of fury or just give her a simple demented smile that promise a slow, painful death. Sometimes they bumped against her deliberately that she was pushed from side to the side by the three of them.
Since they could not talk to her, or attack her outright, so they had to result to bullying her silently, which Hermione had enough of. It went on for about ten seconds of being caged by one Tom Riddle to another before Hermione finally put a stop to it.
"Enough! Stop pushing me around!"

"The Trickster"
Original name: Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr.
Changed name: Tomas Reed
Age: 20
Height: 6’0'
Weight: 67.5 kg
World: Almost Similar Reality
From the current time: year 1946 (if transmuted to earth-years.)
Profession: Business Tycoon, who has secret dealings with the underground world. He is also known as the "Black Mamba," (His favourite poison), or the "Trickster" in the underground world. He owns multi-international business corporations, mostly obtain after a swift take-over (through the help of blackmail, assassinations, death threats, kidnapping, and so on.) Apart from that, he also owns shady establishments in both the pleasure district and the black market; selling drugs, sex trafficking, weapons and artifacts smuggling, and all that sort. Occasionally, he use his other moniker, 'The Shadow Lord," when handling the Mafias.
Weapon of choice: A range of guns and short daggers. His favourite is the Glock 17.
Skills: Black –belt in Karate and Taekwondo. Trained in Krav Maga. An expert sharp shooter and knife thrower.
Threat Level: 8/15
Brief Background: Adopted from Wool's Orphanage at age 2. He was raised by a rich and prestigious family, and moved to Australia when he was four years old. He had two older sisters, whom he had assassinated when he was seventeen years old. He did it to take over the family business and blame the deaths to a certain business rival. His mother died when he was eight years old, drowned for some unknown reason. The Head of the family long gone before he was adopted.
*He is not aware that he is magical until recently.*

"The Scholar"
Original name: Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr.
Known name: Professor Tomson Holland or Doctor Holland
Code name from International Secret Service: Professor S
Age: 25
Height: 6'2
Weight: 65.5 kg
World: Similar Reality. More electronically Advance.
From the current time: year 1951 (if transmuted to earth-years.)
Profession: Nuclear Physicist and Microbiologist. Notorious Terrorist.
Weapon of choice: Unknown names. All weapons are of his own invention. He is always armed with explosives, stun grenades, a vial of bioweapon, toxic gas and mostly some complex gadgets. His favourite weapon are his ring of protection and his data-analyser glasses, which he calls as N19 - short for Nagini number 19. He has a fail-safe mechanism that will let him blow himself up to avoid capture.
Skills: A black-hakama in Aikido and skilled in Muay Thai. Can construct new invention in 20 seconds if put under pressure.
Threat level: 9/15
Brief Background: Adopted at age 3 and moved to America to flee the war-torn country in Europe. He was raised by caring parents, who were both a scientist and a doctor. During the early years, he exhibited bouts of accidental magic, but he dismissed it as nothing but childish fancy since he was raised to believe in science. He is a prodigy. He started making his own inventions at eight-years old and graduated from College around thirteen years old. He made new creations that are dangerous and too extraordinary that not even his fellow scientist can't imitate. However, Professor Holland does not know that he is using his magic to make his creations that were too advanced for that time. His parents died when he was twelve years old. They were killed by an explosion that came from his laboratory which also destroyed their house. He was the only survivor. He became more withdrawn and cold after that, and still not acknowledging that his magic protected him.
After that, he lived as an emancipated teen and profiting money from his inventions. Soon, he had a Doctorate Degree in Microbiology, and thereafter took the path as a Nuclear Physicist, where he will become a notorious international terrorist threat the following years after. An S-class criminal who uses deadly explosives that would incinerate a town in ten seconds, and weaponized biohazard materials.
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