Hermione Granger.SLYTHERIN?!
Chapter 7
A/N: I dedicate this chapter to all of the people, who have read and/or submitted reviews for this story, my past English teachers who saw my talent shining through despite my bad grades, my friends and more importantly, my parents, especially my father, Ghassan Shah. This one's for all of you. Also, to that someone who wrote a review for chapter 6, Harry isn't the Heir of Slytherin, actually Tom Riddle, alias Voldemort is. Didn't you read CoS? Anyway, this chapter will contain one of the most important pieces of dialogue in the whole dang story, so. read and review! Love, kisses and lots of blood, Dark Goddess
Hermione Granger.SLYTHERIN?! Chapter Seven: Hermione Granger, the True Heiress of Slytherin
Hermione turned chalk white when the awful realization hit her. She almost screamed right there in the library. Instead she told herself to remain calm and grabbed every book on Voldemort she could, took them to Madam Pince, the school librarian and checked them out. Then, she raced back to the Slytherin common room and spent the entire afternoon reading up on Voldemort and learning as much as she could about her dark past.
By nightfall, she'd gained some interesting facts about Voldemort, facts that she was sure even DUMBLEDORE didn't know. Her mother's name had been Minerva Riddle and her alias had been Lady Voldemort. Very few people, except for Lord Voldemort's followers, knew about her. She had been a Slytherin, like Voldemort and like her husband, she'd been both a Prefect and Head Girl. Minerva and Tom had married right after they'd left Hogwarts and together, they became Lord and Lady Voldemort. In one book, Hermione even found a picture of her mother. Minerva Riddle had looked exactly like Hermione did at the beginning of the term, only she was a bit prettier. Hermione also discovered that her mother had died 2 days before Voldemort's powers where destroyed. Then, she discovered the most fascinating piece of information of all: James Potter had killed her mother. James was Harry's father.
"So that's why Voldemort went after Harry's parents." Hermione murmured to herself. "He wanted revenge for his wife's death. Father wanted revenge for Mother's death. It makes sense."
Hermione kept reading until the fire in the common room's fireplace had almost died out. At that point, she raised her wand and ignited the fire again and kept on reading.
While she read, questions began to rise in her mind. Why had Voldemort given her away? Was it out of love? Was it to protect her? Was she truly the Heiress of Slytherin, the last remaining descendant of Salazar Slytherin? If she was, why was the basilisk sent on her? Was that an accident or did Tom Riddle make Ginny do it to protect her? Did she really have Slytherin blood? Why was she put in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin? Did Voldemort know who she was? Did he know where she was? Was he going to look for her? Worries and fears and even more questions poured into her head and they nearly drove her mad. It made her wonder the mother of all questions: will she ever get her answers?
Oddly enough, her answers came to her about two weeks later in the form of a most unusual and unexpected midnight visitor to the Slytherin common room,
Hermione was finishing up her homework for History of Magic class when suddenly the fire flared up and turned a sickening green color. She grew scared and retreated to a nearby armchair. Two figures appeared in the fireplace. She recognized the first as Wormtail, on e of the many Death Eaters, but the other must have been Voldemort, her father.
He looked exactly like Harry's depiction of him. His skin was alabaster white, his eyes a vivid scarlet and a snakelike nose with thin slits for nostrils. He was tall and very thin, with pale spider like hands and cat like eyes. He wore robes of midnight black and a snake was adorning his neck. Hermione assumed that the snake was Nagini, Voldemort's pet. Hermione was petrified. What were Voldemort and Wormtail doing here at Hogwarts?
"Master, are you sure that she's here?" Wormtail asked. "Of course I am" Voldemort replied. "The spell that I cast over her to ensure her safety for the first fifteen years of her life should have worn off by now and she should have been transferred into Slytherin. And if she is anything like you described, she should be here studying. I cannot wait to see her again. After all these years, shall finally lay eyes on my daughter once more."
"Master, what if she has changed in appearance?"
"I will know my daughter instinctively, Wormtail. Do not fret. Now, where could she be?"
Hermione took a deep breath and then stepped out from behind the chair. "Are you looking for me, father?" She asked, getting used to the name.
Voldemort laid his eyes on her and smiled. "Ah, my daughter, we are reunited at last." He said. "And look at you. You've become so lovely."
"Hello, father. " she said. "It is good to see you." Voldemort's eyes flashed as he fixed them on his daughter. "My child, my Hermione, you not only bear the name I gave to you, but the mark that makes you mine. Your birthmark on your arm is that of a snake, isn't it?"
Hermione nodded. "Father, I have so many questions for you." She said. "Who why did you give me away?" "I had to protect you from those were against me. You are my bloodline, part of my destiny."
"Did you have me petrified on purpose?" "Yes, to also keep you safe. Hermione, I had to keep you safe and alive so you could finish what I, your father, started."
"And what is that?"
"You have to kill Harry Potter."
Hermione almost fainted on the spot. "You want me to WHAT?!" She cried.
"Kill Harry Potter." Voldemort replied pleasantly.
"But why?" she asked. "Why do you want me to do it, Father?"
"Because I could not." Was the reply. "My child, do you know why I could not kill Harry Potter the first time I tried?"
"Of course not. " Hermione said. "No one is quite sure why you were unable to destroy him."
"Hermione, I know now that I was unable to destroy him because I was very unknowledgeable." Voldemort replied. "To kill Harry Potter, one has to KNOW Harry Potter. That's where you came in."
"You have something to do with all of this, don't you father?" Hermione asked. "You are the real reason why I was put in Slytherin, aren't you?"
"Ah, yes, Hermione, but trust me, it was all for your own good." He replied. "When I left school with Minerva, your mother, we placed a spell on the school's Sorting Hat. You see, we already knew what the future would bring, so to protect you, we placed you in Gryffindor. At the time, we had no idea that you would be placed in the same House as the one who would destroy me. When I found out, I knew that I had to act. So I reversed the spell I'd cast on the Sorting Hat and it told Dumbledore that you belonged in Slytherin. And now here you are, ready at last to accept your true destiny."
"You wanted to protect me?" Hermione asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Keep me safe from the Aurors and the Ministry of Magic?"
"Of course!" he cried. " I didn't want my sole heiress to die, you know, I did care about you. And now, since you know Harry so well, perhaps you can use his secrets against him and use them to kill him. This time, no one will be there to save him and prevent the curse from working properly."
"Like his Mum?" Hermione asked, her confidence returning.
Voldemort nodded.
Then, something hit her like a shock wave. "But Father, I am unable to perform Avada Kedavra. the Killing Curse! I do not have the powerful magic needed to perform such a curse!" She protested. "Surely, you are aware of that! I'm just a fifth year!"
"I am aware of that, Hermione and you shouldn't worry about that."
"Why not?"
"Because I am going to give you that power, Hermione. You have the brains to do it already. You just need the power."
"Is that all?" she asked incredulously.
Voldemort actually smiled a warm smile. "You are so like your mother and I." He said, nostalgically. " Brilliant and powerful. She and I were both Prefects and model students, she knew all of my secrets including the one that now you and I share. We are both descendants of Salazar Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four!" " If I am the true Heiress of Slytherin, why was the basilisk sent on me?" Hermione asked. "Why did you tell Ginny to attack me? I knew about the basilisk, Father! I heard it! Or have you forgotten that I too, am a Parselmouth?"
"Hermione, all of that was done to keep you safe."
" I almost died."
"People thought you were Muggle born, child. It would've looked funny if the Heir of Slytherin was a Muggle- born, when everyone knew that that was what the basilisk was used for."
Hermione thought about this for a moment before nodding her head in agreement. " I suppose you're right, father. " she said "Now, I have another question. How will you give me the power I need to perform the Killing Curse?" "It's a powerful little charm, my dear, but it will increase your power a hundred fold. You will be as powerful as I am, then. Are you ready?" Hermione clutched her wand tightly. " Yes father. " she said, her voice full of confidence. " I am ready to accept my destiny." Voldemort's eyes widened and he laughed, causing Wormtail to hide behind a chair.
He ignored Wormtail, raised his wand, pointed it at Hermione and yelled "POTENTIA FILIA!"
An explosion of gold and silver light shot out of the wand and hit Hermione, sending her backwards and she hit the ground.
She lay there for a moment, eyes closed and panting. Wormtail scurried to her side and helped her up. "Are you all right, Mistress?" he asked.
"Get out of my sight!" she snarled at the trembling man at the hem of her robes.
Wormtail hid behind another armchair as Hermione stretched and groaned. She felt like a whole new woman, stronger more powerful and more.evil.
"God dammed it, Father, what did you do to me?" she asked, picking up her wand.
" I made you stronger, my daughter, that's all. Don't worry."
A clock chimed somewhere.
"It's 2 o'clock, Father, you should go."
Voldemort smiled and handed Hermione a small silver book. "Use this to communicate with Me." he said. "Wormtail!"
Wormtail approached the fireplace with the Dark Lord.
"Goodbye, Father." Hermione said, calmly.
"Farewell, Hermione." Voldemort said. " And do try and kill Harry Potter for me?"
Hermione just nodded an evil smile on her face.
And then, with a flash, Voldemort and Wormtail were gone.
For a while, she just stood there, clutching her wand. Then, her smile grew much more evil. Her eyes became a weird green color and they had an odd red gleam in them as well as an expression of hunger. An evil expression of hunger at that.
" I promise this to you, father." She declared in a low voice. " I will not fail you. Harry Potter will die."
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER EIGHT.
A/N: I dedicate this chapter to all of the people, who have read and/or submitted reviews for this story, my past English teachers who saw my talent shining through despite my bad grades, my friends and more importantly, my parents, especially my father, Ghassan Shah. This one's for all of you. Also, to that someone who wrote a review for chapter 6, Harry isn't the Heir of Slytherin, actually Tom Riddle, alias Voldemort is. Didn't you read CoS? Anyway, this chapter will contain one of the most important pieces of dialogue in the whole dang story, so. read and review! Love, kisses and lots of blood, Dark Goddess
Hermione Granger.SLYTHERIN?! Chapter Seven: Hermione Granger, the True Heiress of Slytherin
Hermione turned chalk white when the awful realization hit her. She almost screamed right there in the library. Instead she told herself to remain calm and grabbed every book on Voldemort she could, took them to Madam Pince, the school librarian and checked them out. Then, she raced back to the Slytherin common room and spent the entire afternoon reading up on Voldemort and learning as much as she could about her dark past.
By nightfall, she'd gained some interesting facts about Voldemort, facts that she was sure even DUMBLEDORE didn't know. Her mother's name had been Minerva Riddle and her alias had been Lady Voldemort. Very few people, except for Lord Voldemort's followers, knew about her. She had been a Slytherin, like Voldemort and like her husband, she'd been both a Prefect and Head Girl. Minerva and Tom had married right after they'd left Hogwarts and together, they became Lord and Lady Voldemort. In one book, Hermione even found a picture of her mother. Minerva Riddle had looked exactly like Hermione did at the beginning of the term, only she was a bit prettier. Hermione also discovered that her mother had died 2 days before Voldemort's powers where destroyed. Then, she discovered the most fascinating piece of information of all: James Potter had killed her mother. James was Harry's father.
"So that's why Voldemort went after Harry's parents." Hermione murmured to herself. "He wanted revenge for his wife's death. Father wanted revenge for Mother's death. It makes sense."
Hermione kept reading until the fire in the common room's fireplace had almost died out. At that point, she raised her wand and ignited the fire again and kept on reading.
While she read, questions began to rise in her mind. Why had Voldemort given her away? Was it out of love? Was it to protect her? Was she truly the Heiress of Slytherin, the last remaining descendant of Salazar Slytherin? If she was, why was the basilisk sent on her? Was that an accident or did Tom Riddle make Ginny do it to protect her? Did she really have Slytherin blood? Why was she put in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin? Did Voldemort know who she was? Did he know where she was? Was he going to look for her? Worries and fears and even more questions poured into her head and they nearly drove her mad. It made her wonder the mother of all questions: will she ever get her answers?
Oddly enough, her answers came to her about two weeks later in the form of a most unusual and unexpected midnight visitor to the Slytherin common room,
Hermione was finishing up her homework for History of Magic class when suddenly the fire flared up and turned a sickening green color. She grew scared and retreated to a nearby armchair. Two figures appeared in the fireplace. She recognized the first as Wormtail, on e of the many Death Eaters, but the other must have been Voldemort, her father.
He looked exactly like Harry's depiction of him. His skin was alabaster white, his eyes a vivid scarlet and a snakelike nose with thin slits for nostrils. He was tall and very thin, with pale spider like hands and cat like eyes. He wore robes of midnight black and a snake was adorning his neck. Hermione assumed that the snake was Nagini, Voldemort's pet. Hermione was petrified. What were Voldemort and Wormtail doing here at Hogwarts?
"Master, are you sure that she's here?" Wormtail asked. "Of course I am" Voldemort replied. "The spell that I cast over her to ensure her safety for the first fifteen years of her life should have worn off by now and she should have been transferred into Slytherin. And if she is anything like you described, she should be here studying. I cannot wait to see her again. After all these years, shall finally lay eyes on my daughter once more."
"Master, what if she has changed in appearance?"
"I will know my daughter instinctively, Wormtail. Do not fret. Now, where could she be?"
Hermione took a deep breath and then stepped out from behind the chair. "Are you looking for me, father?" She asked, getting used to the name.
Voldemort laid his eyes on her and smiled. "Ah, my daughter, we are reunited at last." He said. "And look at you. You've become so lovely."
"Hello, father. " she said. "It is good to see you." Voldemort's eyes flashed as he fixed them on his daughter. "My child, my Hermione, you not only bear the name I gave to you, but the mark that makes you mine. Your birthmark on your arm is that of a snake, isn't it?"
Hermione nodded. "Father, I have so many questions for you." She said. "Who why did you give me away?" "I had to protect you from those were against me. You are my bloodline, part of my destiny."
"Did you have me petrified on purpose?" "Yes, to also keep you safe. Hermione, I had to keep you safe and alive so you could finish what I, your father, started."
"And what is that?"
"You have to kill Harry Potter."
Hermione almost fainted on the spot. "You want me to WHAT?!" She cried.
"Kill Harry Potter." Voldemort replied pleasantly.
"But why?" she asked. "Why do you want me to do it, Father?"
"Because I could not." Was the reply. "My child, do you know why I could not kill Harry Potter the first time I tried?"
"Of course not. " Hermione said. "No one is quite sure why you were unable to destroy him."
"Hermione, I know now that I was unable to destroy him because I was very unknowledgeable." Voldemort replied. "To kill Harry Potter, one has to KNOW Harry Potter. That's where you came in."
"You have something to do with all of this, don't you father?" Hermione asked. "You are the real reason why I was put in Slytherin, aren't you?"
"Ah, yes, Hermione, but trust me, it was all for your own good." He replied. "When I left school with Minerva, your mother, we placed a spell on the school's Sorting Hat. You see, we already knew what the future would bring, so to protect you, we placed you in Gryffindor. At the time, we had no idea that you would be placed in the same House as the one who would destroy me. When I found out, I knew that I had to act. So I reversed the spell I'd cast on the Sorting Hat and it told Dumbledore that you belonged in Slytherin. And now here you are, ready at last to accept your true destiny."
"You wanted to protect me?" Hermione asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Keep me safe from the Aurors and the Ministry of Magic?"
"Of course!" he cried. " I didn't want my sole heiress to die, you know, I did care about you. And now, since you know Harry so well, perhaps you can use his secrets against him and use them to kill him. This time, no one will be there to save him and prevent the curse from working properly."
"Like his Mum?" Hermione asked, her confidence returning.
Voldemort nodded.
Then, something hit her like a shock wave. "But Father, I am unable to perform Avada Kedavra. the Killing Curse! I do not have the powerful magic needed to perform such a curse!" She protested. "Surely, you are aware of that! I'm just a fifth year!"
"I am aware of that, Hermione and you shouldn't worry about that."
"Why not?"
"Because I am going to give you that power, Hermione. You have the brains to do it already. You just need the power."
"Is that all?" she asked incredulously.
Voldemort actually smiled a warm smile. "You are so like your mother and I." He said, nostalgically. " Brilliant and powerful. She and I were both Prefects and model students, she knew all of my secrets including the one that now you and I share. We are both descendants of Salazar Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Four!" " If I am the true Heiress of Slytherin, why was the basilisk sent on me?" Hermione asked. "Why did you tell Ginny to attack me? I knew about the basilisk, Father! I heard it! Or have you forgotten that I too, am a Parselmouth?"
"Hermione, all of that was done to keep you safe."
" I almost died."
"People thought you were Muggle born, child. It would've looked funny if the Heir of Slytherin was a Muggle- born, when everyone knew that that was what the basilisk was used for."
Hermione thought about this for a moment before nodding her head in agreement. " I suppose you're right, father. " she said "Now, I have another question. How will you give me the power I need to perform the Killing Curse?" "It's a powerful little charm, my dear, but it will increase your power a hundred fold. You will be as powerful as I am, then. Are you ready?" Hermione clutched her wand tightly. " Yes father. " she said, her voice full of confidence. " I am ready to accept my destiny." Voldemort's eyes widened and he laughed, causing Wormtail to hide behind a chair.
He ignored Wormtail, raised his wand, pointed it at Hermione and yelled "POTENTIA FILIA!"
An explosion of gold and silver light shot out of the wand and hit Hermione, sending her backwards and she hit the ground.
She lay there for a moment, eyes closed and panting. Wormtail scurried to her side and helped her up. "Are you all right, Mistress?" he asked.
"Get out of my sight!" she snarled at the trembling man at the hem of her robes.
Wormtail hid behind another armchair as Hermione stretched and groaned. She felt like a whole new woman, stronger more powerful and more.evil.
"God dammed it, Father, what did you do to me?" she asked, picking up her wand.
" I made you stronger, my daughter, that's all. Don't worry."
A clock chimed somewhere.
"It's 2 o'clock, Father, you should go."
Voldemort smiled and handed Hermione a small silver book. "Use this to communicate with Me." he said. "Wormtail!"
Wormtail approached the fireplace with the Dark Lord.
"Goodbye, Father." Hermione said, calmly.
"Farewell, Hermione." Voldemort said. " And do try and kill Harry Potter for me?"
Hermione just nodded an evil smile on her face.
And then, with a flash, Voldemort and Wormtail were gone.
For a while, she just stood there, clutching her wand. Then, her smile grew much more evil. Her eyes became a weird green color and they had an odd red gleam in them as well as an expression of hunger. An evil expression of hunger at that.
" I promise this to you, father." She declared in a low voice. " I will not fail you. Harry Potter will die."
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER EIGHT.