A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I am now a freshman in college; you
can realize the thing about time management. Remember patience in a virtue
and I will explain very thing. I just like to leave something as mysteries
because I want to keep you guys reading my stories. Okay on with that
Chapter.
Chapter 3: Waking in His Arms
Hermione lay in the darkness. 'Wow' she thought to herself 'This is what it is like to be dead.' She hoped that Harry and everyone else were ok. The hoped that all the spells she used had helped Dumbledore and the others win. She never told anyone but she had been studying all kinds of advanced spells during her years at Hogwarts. Of course she was the under the study of Professor Dumbledore. You see Hermione was very different then most witches and wizards, she was and always had been a wandless witch. But, she couldn't tell anyone because that would but her in great danger because she was still in training. 'Is this what they mean when they say you see your life flash before your eyes?' Hermione thought with a sigh, 'But I thought that happened before you die.' Just then she saw a light in her eyes and she opened them.
Sunlight was peeking though the green bed curtains. She felt something weighting down her neck. She glanced down and around her neck was a thick silver necklace with onyx gems set in it. It looked normal enough but she felt power coming from it. She couldn't really think too much about it after all she was still coming out of her daze. She started to shift so she could roll over and see where she was. Just then she felt arms tighten around her and she went stiff. She closed her eyes and turned over to face the warm body but she didn't open her eyes she was too afraid. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, and then she screamed.
Lord Voldemort awoke to the sound of Hermione's scream. Hermione had gotten herself out of his grip and the bed and stood her back flat against the wall. Her eyes were wide and her mind was spinning. Voldemort smiled and sat up only wearing a pair of black silk pants. But this wasn't the Voldemort Harry saw in his fourth year but Voldemort at 16. Hermione mind raced she remember in her second year when this boy came to her in her dreams. At the time she didn't know who he was. Also she didn't realize he was real so she told him that she was a wandless witch. The boy, whom she knew as Tom, became very close to her wanting to teach her spells. Voldemort smiled as he dipped into her thoughts. His plan 4 years ago was to kill her since she was Potter's best friend but then he realized how powerful of a witch she was. She had told him about the Polyjuice potion, most potion masters and mistresses couldn't brew it.
"But I am supposed to be dead," Hermione thought aloud. Voldemort smiled at her muses.
"I thought you were," He said while rolling out of the bed and started to walk over to her. Hermione pushed herself, or at least tried, further against the wall.
"Dumbledore has the letters you sent me over the years," Hermione started, "He will know that you took me." That was another secret that Hermione had the letters. After her second year Voldemort had started sending her letters asking her to come join him and they were also could be considered love letters. Dumbledore had all of them, after Hermione got the first letter he had all her letters sent to him first. Voldemort stood right in front of Hermione and brushed her cheek, lovingly, with his fingers. She tried to move away but he pulled her into his arms. She tried to use the wandless magic that Professor Dumbledore taught her but it wasn't working. He moved his face close to hers.
"I am counting on it." Voldemort whispered. Then he closed the distanced and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
A/N: I was going to end it here but I wanted a longer chapter and I though it would be cruel to leave you hanging there.
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Ginny was still breathing heavily. Everyone was sitting in Dumbledore's office including, Professor Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore along with Ginny's parents, Harry, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Lupin, and Fudge. Tears still stained Ginny's cheeks, tears for her dead brother Ron and tears for her best friend Hermione. Ginny had told the story of what happened and Dumbledore had told everyone the truth. He told about Voldemort's obsession with Hermione and how Hermione was a wandless witch. Everyone was in shock at Hermione's power but Harry gave a knowing half smile. At that everyone realized that they were not all that surprised that she was that powerful.
"She wanted to tell me and Ron the whole thing," Harry started, "But her promise and fear for our safety made her keep the secret." The whole room remained silent after that. Serveus back himself into the shadows and let the tears silently fall. See, slowly over the years he fell in love with the young Gryffindor. He fell in love with her boldness, her beauty, her intellect, and her ability to love so powerfully. He even loved her temper. He felt his own temper rise, at Dumbledore for lying to him, at the Weasly girl for not doing anything but soon that anger died out. He was really angry at Voldemort, for even thinking he could have something as pure as Hermione. Then he sighed to himself, he thought he deserved Hermione which to himself he didn't. He never felt love for anything or anybody before Hermione but, he kept himself cold because that is the way he had to be. He thought if Voldemort ever found out Hermione would die. He knew that everyone thought he was a cold hearted son of a bitch and they were mostly right. Hermione put warmth in his heart without even knowing it.
Yesterday he was planning to send Gryffindor house into negative points for years to come at the beginning of Hermione's outburst. But after he fueled her anger into almost pure hate his body shut down on him. Hermione wasn't supposed to feel like that. He wanted to make her happy, he still did.
"Serveus?" Albus questioned. Serveus dried he his eyes quickly and stepped out of the shadows. No one guessed his secret but Albus. He looked at Serveus with surprise in his blue eyes but then he smiled brightly at Serveus. Serveus nodded at Albus and he truly didn't care if the world knew about his love for Hermione. He only cared about getting her back before Voldemort could destroy her pure soul. He didn't even care if Hermione loved him or not. Only that she was safe.
"Yes, Albus?" He answered finally.
"When he calls you for the next meeting you must try and talk to Hermione." Albus said. Serveus nodded and the others went back to asking Albus many questions. Serveus sighed and shook his head. He was once an iced hearted prick, and now he wanted to comfort the other people in the room to comfort Hermione. 'Now I know what love can really do to you.' Serveus thought to himself as he sat down in a chair and buried his head in his hands.
A/N: Please review and read my other stories thanks to very one for there amazing review I am so glad you like it. I am writing these stories for me and I don't care about flames but I am glad you like it.
Chapter 3: Waking in His Arms
Hermione lay in the darkness. 'Wow' she thought to herself 'This is what it is like to be dead.' She hoped that Harry and everyone else were ok. The hoped that all the spells she used had helped Dumbledore and the others win. She never told anyone but she had been studying all kinds of advanced spells during her years at Hogwarts. Of course she was the under the study of Professor Dumbledore. You see Hermione was very different then most witches and wizards, she was and always had been a wandless witch. But, she couldn't tell anyone because that would but her in great danger because she was still in training. 'Is this what they mean when they say you see your life flash before your eyes?' Hermione thought with a sigh, 'But I thought that happened before you die.' Just then she saw a light in her eyes and she opened them.
Sunlight was peeking though the green bed curtains. She felt something weighting down her neck. She glanced down and around her neck was a thick silver necklace with onyx gems set in it. It looked normal enough but she felt power coming from it. She couldn't really think too much about it after all she was still coming out of her daze. She started to shift so she could roll over and see where she was. Just then she felt arms tighten around her and she went stiff. She closed her eyes and turned over to face the warm body but she didn't open her eyes she was too afraid. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, and then she screamed.
Lord Voldemort awoke to the sound of Hermione's scream. Hermione had gotten herself out of his grip and the bed and stood her back flat against the wall. Her eyes were wide and her mind was spinning. Voldemort smiled and sat up only wearing a pair of black silk pants. But this wasn't the Voldemort Harry saw in his fourth year but Voldemort at 16. Hermione mind raced she remember in her second year when this boy came to her in her dreams. At the time she didn't know who he was. Also she didn't realize he was real so she told him that she was a wandless witch. The boy, whom she knew as Tom, became very close to her wanting to teach her spells. Voldemort smiled as he dipped into her thoughts. His plan 4 years ago was to kill her since she was Potter's best friend but then he realized how powerful of a witch she was. She had told him about the Polyjuice potion, most potion masters and mistresses couldn't brew it.
"But I am supposed to be dead," Hermione thought aloud. Voldemort smiled at her muses.
"I thought you were," He said while rolling out of the bed and started to walk over to her. Hermione pushed herself, or at least tried, further against the wall.
"Dumbledore has the letters you sent me over the years," Hermione started, "He will know that you took me." That was another secret that Hermione had the letters. After her second year Voldemort had started sending her letters asking her to come join him and they were also could be considered love letters. Dumbledore had all of them, after Hermione got the first letter he had all her letters sent to him first. Voldemort stood right in front of Hermione and brushed her cheek, lovingly, with his fingers. She tried to move away but he pulled her into his arms. She tried to use the wandless magic that Professor Dumbledore taught her but it wasn't working. He moved his face close to hers.
"I am counting on it." Voldemort whispered. Then he closed the distanced and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
A/N: I was going to end it here but I wanted a longer chapter and I though it would be cruel to leave you hanging there.
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Ginny was still breathing heavily. Everyone was sitting in Dumbledore's office including, Professor Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore along with Ginny's parents, Harry, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Lupin, and Fudge. Tears still stained Ginny's cheeks, tears for her dead brother Ron and tears for her best friend Hermione. Ginny had told the story of what happened and Dumbledore had told everyone the truth. He told about Voldemort's obsession with Hermione and how Hermione was a wandless witch. Everyone was in shock at Hermione's power but Harry gave a knowing half smile. At that everyone realized that they were not all that surprised that she was that powerful.
"She wanted to tell me and Ron the whole thing," Harry started, "But her promise and fear for our safety made her keep the secret." The whole room remained silent after that. Serveus back himself into the shadows and let the tears silently fall. See, slowly over the years he fell in love with the young Gryffindor. He fell in love with her boldness, her beauty, her intellect, and her ability to love so powerfully. He even loved her temper. He felt his own temper rise, at Dumbledore for lying to him, at the Weasly girl for not doing anything but soon that anger died out. He was really angry at Voldemort, for even thinking he could have something as pure as Hermione. Then he sighed to himself, he thought he deserved Hermione which to himself he didn't. He never felt love for anything or anybody before Hermione but, he kept himself cold because that is the way he had to be. He thought if Voldemort ever found out Hermione would die. He knew that everyone thought he was a cold hearted son of a bitch and they were mostly right. Hermione put warmth in his heart without even knowing it.
Yesterday he was planning to send Gryffindor house into negative points for years to come at the beginning of Hermione's outburst. But after he fueled her anger into almost pure hate his body shut down on him. Hermione wasn't supposed to feel like that. He wanted to make her happy, he still did.
"Serveus?" Albus questioned. Serveus dried he his eyes quickly and stepped out of the shadows. No one guessed his secret but Albus. He looked at Serveus with surprise in his blue eyes but then he smiled brightly at Serveus. Serveus nodded at Albus and he truly didn't care if the world knew about his love for Hermione. He only cared about getting her back before Voldemort could destroy her pure soul. He didn't even care if Hermione loved him or not. Only that she was safe.
"Yes, Albus?" He answered finally.
"When he calls you for the next meeting you must try and talk to Hermione." Albus said. Serveus nodded and the others went back to asking Albus many questions. Serveus sighed and shook his head. He was once an iced hearted prick, and now he wanted to comfort the other people in the room to comfort Hermione. 'Now I know what love can really do to you.' Serveus thought to himself as he sat down in a chair and buried his head in his hands.
A/N: Please review and read my other stories thanks to very one for there amazing review I am so glad you like it. I am writing these stories for me and I don't care about flames but I am glad you like it.