Hi – I'm so sorry about the wait! I logged on, and realized this hasn't been updated since September 30th…
October, I had Driver's ed, working at the Markoff Haunted Forest, planning my sweet 16 (my birthday is Oct 31), and the usual girl scouts and piano. November through February is wrestling season – I wrestle for my school, and I was skiing during Spring Break.
This chapter was actually started in early November, but about half-way through I got writer's block (Lucius scene). I had some free time in March to work on it, but again, got so far, and writer's block again (Bella scene). Bloody Death Eaters.
This chapter is actually longer than my usual chapter – by about 2 pages – I hope that helps me redeem myself somewhat for not posting for so long…
And a reviewer suggested I put the review responses at the bottom of the chapter, so no, I didn't forget my reviewers…
And another thing – I could get this story out quicker if I had a writer – like what is it, where you have one person – the "Muse", and the other, who basically writes down what the Muse comes up with? Thing is, I have it all in my head, it just takes a long time to type it all down.
No one actually reads these author commentaries, so I'll just shut up and go on with the chapter.
Read it and tell me what you think!
Hermione walked at a brisk pace, trying to evade what happened back in the woods…he had seemed so caring, so much unlike himself, and then suddenly he switched back to his snake-like, Voldemort self again. And this time, in her opinion, it was worse than their wedding night; then, at least, he had been acting a bastard before the act, instead of suddenly switching personalities without warning. Then, it was quick, dirty, and to the point. This time it was drawn out…
The way she saw it, his two personalities would be the cause of her madness, the cause for a someday future trip to St. Mungo's Ward for the Mentally Insane. He himself belonged there, in her opinion; he was like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings, only worse, in his dual personality-switching.
Seeing her future in the neurology field, as it were, Hermione had noticed his two different personalities fighting for control ever since their marriage…she had no idea if marriage had somehow awakened this in him, or if it had been present his whole life and no one knew…and she had no idea whether it was something as simple as bi-polar disorder or schizophrenia, or a more psychological thing; possibly like Darth Vader, and his Anakin and Lord of the Sith personalities conflicting in Star Wars; one side wanted to redeem himself and save his son, the other side wanted Luke to join him or die. Or maybe Voldemort did, in fact, possess a conscience, that faded in and out unexpectedly. Or maybe this was some elaborate plot to drive her crazy and spew out her guts and everything she knew of the side of Light.
He had been nice to her, even saved her from the blasted snake, and then suddenly started groping her; she shuddered thinking what would've happened if she let him continue. Maybe he was unused to womanizing? And not knowing what he was doing, subconsciously called upon the only thing he knew to do with the opposite sex – rape?
She still felt his prying fingers on her flesh, even if the fingers' owner was currently prowling about thirty meters behind her. And she was still at a loss as to how exactly, she felt about what happened back at the waterfall…
Their house within sight, she didn't bother waiting for him, but cleared her mind against any possible Legilimens attacks, or in case anyone could read her thoughts out on her face; she wasn't the world's best actor.
McNair's, Lucius', Snape's, and Draco's groups were scattered throughout the property outside, and looked like they had just started. It appeared they had divided up the property into North, South, East, and West, and were doing the obvious yard-work first – casting spells to cut the lawn, weed, trim, and transfigure the old dead trees into live ones… Draco was quickly becoming frustrated as the orders he yelled at his group went unnoticed, probably because they were either his peers or older than him. Snape was gritting his teeth, lips curled in a sneer – his annoyance at doing wand-work to fix up a house, and being bossed around by the bushy-haired know-it-all Gryffindor was only too apparent…McNair was having trouble with the simplest of house-maintenance spells. Lucius was leaning against a tree, doing nothing.
Hermione frowned; was it always like this, or simply because it was her giving orders, not their usual master? She set her face in determination and stalked over to Lucius. No wait – he was doing something – he had put an Imperio on a wild hare, and was making it twist into grotesque positions…He didn't glance up as Hermione came over; either he was too entranced in torturing the hare, or thought himself above talking to mudbloods. Hermione stared at the hare, and saw it dragging a broken leg, and its ear was torn off with dark magic, leaving a trail of dark red blood drying and sticking to its brownish fur.
Just as the poor hare was forced into jumping over and over the rock it had just been humping, Hermione pulled out her wand and said, "Finite Incantatem." The hare fell on the ground, where it lay sprawled flat on its back.
"Lucius," she whispered, and somehow his name came out in her high woman's voice, but ended in a hiss…she blinked. It sounded almost like Voldemort, even to her ears. It got Lucius' attention though; he swiveled his head to look at her, somehow managing to look all haughty with an upturned nose and squared shoulders, even when caught disobeying orders.
"Oh, it's you, the lowly mudblood," he said. "How dare you taint our… -master's- voice with your filthy mouth?"
Hermione stared at him, beyond words…he had some nerve abusing her power like that – what with the slur, his insinuations behind 'master'…She wasn't the cleverest witch in her year for nothing though.
"Ah, Lucius, you mustn't insult yourself like that," Hermione said, feigning a concerned, motherly voice. "While I may be a 'lowly mudblood,' as you so eloquently put it, I do rule over you, which would make you even lowlier by comparison."
He gnashed his teeth and drew out his wand, pressing the tip uncomfortably in the middle of her sternum, icy steel-grey eyes roving between her face and his wand. "You'll regret that remark," he drawled. Seeing his eyes glaring into her face, or worse, eying how her chest on either side of his wand rose and fell with each breath, Hermione saw her chance. She slinked her right hand into her pocket and pulled out her wand, aiming her wand at his side; both were in vulnerable positions, were an attack to take place.
"Will she, Lucius?" a cold voice hissed behind them. Both turned in the direction of the sound, to see Lord Voldemort not two meters away – how he had managed to sneak over unnoticed, was anyone's guess. But the mystery of how Hermione managed to imitate his voice was clear – Voldemort must have arrived around then, and spoke Lucius' name, not Hermione. Lucius, who was currently offering lip-service to his lord and master.
"I am sorry, my lord…" Lucius said, not sounding sorry at all, watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye, not removing his wand from her chest.
"Really?" Voldemort, said, an eyebrow raised. "I would also ask you not to call my wife a 'lowly mudblood' – a fitting description, though it can be offensive. She is right though; you have been sitting around, doing nothing for the past few hours, I presume?"
Lucius nodded.
"Well then," Voldemort continued. "Surely such deliberate disobeying of orders should not go unpunished." Voldemort pulled out his wand and muttered dangerously in his high, cold voice, "Crucio."
Hermione's jaw dropped, and what happened next would haunt her for weeks to come – she knew one of the reasons Voldemort was so infamous was his persistent usage of the Unforgivables, but she had never seen him execute them, let alone with such abandon for law and morality, or with such malicious glee…
The smirk was wiped off Lucius' face at hearing the curse; even after years of enduring the pain from his master, he still felt the curse. Just as he got used to the pain and assumed his nerve fibers had snapped from being frequently put under the Cruciatrius, Voldemort would decide to mess with his mind, and the pain would seem to increase to what it was before. Lucius dropped his wand, and his pale aristocratic face contorted into a grimace of pain. As the proud Malfoy dropped to his knees, Voldemort's lipless mouth was twisted into a cruel smile, savoring the sight of his Death Eater biting his lip to keep from screaming, slumped on the ground, chest rising and falling with sharp breaths, muscles twitching sporadically as if he were going into a seizure. His long platinum-blonde hair, so beautiful, was sweeping the ground as his head thrashed from side to side, but still he seemed determined not to scream – it was like a game to see how long he could last before screaming.
Hermione stared, open-mouthed in horror, eyes wide with horror and fear … she didn't like Malfoy in the least, but what this monster was doing to him – no one deserved that – no one. And, there was nothing she could do. For a brief moment, Lucius fought off the curse just enough to glance up at her eyes – his icy steel-blue eyes, normally glinting with hate and conceit, met her eyes, shooting her a look. The only way she could translate it was as, 'This is all your fault, mudblood…Don't look so surprised - you knew who he was when you married him; what did you expect?'
Voldemort smirked, relishing this – oh, it had been far too long since he had last really tortured someone…
He stood over his servant, teeth clenched together in a smirk, unblinking eyes focused on his servant as he channeled more energy into his wand. Malfoy looked into Hermione's eyes for the briefest instant, and it pained her to see the emotion swimming in the aristocrat's orbs – he briefly raised the inner corners of his eyebrows in a helpless look, and she was certain he mouthed 'Help me,' before his head jerked violently on his neck and his eyes closed in pain. And it pained her to see Voldemort – her husband – doing this, regardless that she knew he did this type of thing all along; he was well-known for it. He seemed so, well, different just a few hours ago, when they gave the orders to the Death Eaters to fix the property, and left to see the waterfall. Then, then he seemed to be a loving human – now – now he was just some sort of serpent-like demon who escaped the fires below. And to think she had joined souls with, and was chained for life to this monster…
She shivered as she felt the air around her crackle with power – dark, raw magic rolling off the man beside her in waves…and at last Malfoy Sr. screamed. An unnatural hoarse shriek of pain pierced the air, and his head lolled to the ground, blood dribbling from his mouth.
Hermione stared at them, rooted to the spot as her husband cackled, and kicked his servant in the hip as he struggled to stand – swaying and unsteady on his feet, his normally perfectly-kept hair all mussed and out of place, the blonde color dulled by dirt and sweat, his face pallid in color, smeared with blood, muscles twitching a little in the after-effect of the curse…
Hermione looked between them – madmen, both of them – Voldemort's mouth was upturned in an arrogant, belittling smirk directed at Lucius, who stared back defiantly, although there were undertones of pain and shame (in screaming, being caught not doing anything, his vanity…?). Both glanced at each other, before glancing at Hermione.
Lucius wore the same haughty look he always wore around her, although it was dulled by the weary, pained look in his eyes from the curse. Voldemort looked at her, eyebrow raised; she looked disturbed about something for some reason.
She met Lucius' eyes, Voldemort's, stared back at where the hare was, swept her gaze around to where the rest of the Death Eaters were, and back to Voldemort.
….It was only then did Hermione really for the first time, realize who she had married. She knew, of course, that he used the Unforgivables on enemy, victim, and servant alike, had heard stories from Harry – but now, to see him torture another human being like that, even Malfoy – no remorse at all, he seemed to enjoy it, see it as entertainment, amusement – and there was the realization, that this was the man she chose to marry – bound to for life, this was her soul mate.
It didn't make matters any better that not only did she marry a monster; she also got all the murderous Death Eaters that came with it…
"That's sick," Hermione said, emphasizing 'sick' like a dirty cussword. "Twisted…" she trailed off, unable to think of a word strong enough to describe it. 'It' – what Voldemort did to Lucius, what Lucius did to the hare, the Death Eaters' murderous pasts, or what she knew of it from History of Magic class and various stories…
She turned on her heel and swept up the front walk, trying to escape the twisted monster, yet knowing in the back of her mind, she couldn't escape him.
Walking through the house – well, she didn't know how to put it, exactly. For one thing, all the dust and water-damage was gone. The first part of the house was cleaned up – it looked 'lived-in,' but it was the exact same as when they found it. Disappointing. She would have to have a talk with the Death Eaters on obeying her, not slacking and doing their jobs half-arsed.
Then she saw the mirror, and remembered; even if the wards on the house preventing Apparation in the house, or the charm causing anyone unwanted near the house to get sick didn't work, when you walked in, it still looked like a house. An average house, but a house. You had to know the mirror was the secret passageway – and maybe the rest of the house-castle beyond was grander than this. Curious as to the Death Eater's skills at remodeling, she pressed her palm flat on the mirror, and she sank through, just like the wall at platform 9 and 3 quarters.
Walking around the house, it really was interesting. In one way, it was almost royal - she saw the beauty and elegance in the new design – Stone, wood, fur, leather, limestone, marble – simple, if it wasn't for the elaborate designs. Stone walls, the white marble staircase with fancy iron railings, almost like the grand staircase from the movie Titanic. Cobblestone flooring in the kitchen… Limestone gothic archways in the dungeons, which were free of rotting dead bodies and rats. Elaborate rich wooden furniture. Fancy candle sconces in the hallways, simpler torches in the dungeons, and a crystal chandelier hanging in the open space where the first and second floor joined by the staircase. The living room had a comfy couch and two armchairs. Hanging over the fireplace was a medieval painting of a dragon - the dragon was currently sleeping, one eye opening every now and then, ruffling its leathery wings…
But there was something that bothered her. Of course, she didn't expect a re-make of Gryffindor Common Room, or anything like her childhood muggle home looked like, but she did wonder if the Death Eaters were offering subtle hints that she didn't belong, or if they were merely thinking of Voldemort – he was their master longer than she was, and as he used the Unforgivables (she shuddered at the thought), perhaps they thought him more of a threat.
There was an overall gothic look to the house; dark woods, black leather, dark fur, eerie shadows the sconces, torches, and fireplaces didn't dispel. The look of a haunted house from a gothic book. Touches of tarnished, or bright sterling-silver made up the décor. The wooden furniture, candle-holders on the sconces, the fireplace and its mantel all had elegant designs, but involving snakes, of course. Some designs had incorporated chained, tortured, or mutilated people…or house-elves. Dark greens made up the fabrics – the beds in the guest bedrooms, towels, curtains… Well, they did take her up on her color suggestions. Only the red touch of color was the color of blood. And someone had added a finishing touch of black roses in a skull-like vase in the foyer… And her jacket hanging in the closet, not on a hanger, but on a skeleton, brought up from the dungeons, supposedly. That was lovely.
Hermione bit her lip, resolving to speak to Voldemort about it later. She wandered into the living room; Harry was still there in his cage, conspicuous by its lack of décor. He was sitting on the floor, against the far corner of his cage, head hung down, beads of sweat dripping from his jet-black hair, gashes on his face and arm oozing blood, holding his wand in one hand – evidently he got himself in a duel or fight of some sort. He glared at Hermione as she walked in, seeing her familiar shadow cast on the floor. She met his eyes apologetically, but he looked away, and refused to speak to her.
She heard voices upstairs, and left Harry in his state. Bella and the rest of the female death eaters had just finished the master bedroom and passed Hermione on the stairs. Bella said, "Hope you find it to your liking, mudblood. We saved the best for last – the master bedroom," emphasizing 'master' and 'bed.' Hermione opened her mouth to retaliate, but Bella flashed her a smirk and continued down the stairs.
After the last female Death Eater left, Hermione sighed through clenched teeth and made her way up to the bedroom she and the Dark Lord shared, fearing the worst.
To start, the handle was a silver snake's head on a dark wooden door; just like in the rest of the house. With a trembling hand, she opened the door – black shaggy carpet. Old mirrors framed in silver. A few silver sconces shaped like snakes with glittering emerald eyes, holding lit candles in their mouths – just like the rest of the house. Black floor-length curtains on a silver rod.
His family's pictures were up there as well, including a conjured painting of Salazar with what looked horribly like a young basilisk draped around his neck – Salazar was leering unpleasantly at Hermione, and his snake hissed menacingly. Hermione pointedly ignored them, and searched for his mother's picture, which was still absent. She didn't know why she kept looking, other than that perhaps it would offer some clue as to who Voldemort really is – or was.
The fireplace and bathroom were pretty much the same, just silver and black, and adorned with snakes.
The walk-in closet was stocked as well with conjured or transfigured clothing.
On one side was his –
Long, flowing black robes and cloaks, of different thicknesses and materials, some hooded. Different designs adorned them, although most featured snakes, flames, or other death-like images in silver or subtle black embroidery. "Figures," Hermione grumbled. Mid-calf dragonhide black boots were lined up underneath, and his unmentionables were in a drawer.
Her side was a bit different.
Hers was all black robes and cloaks as well, that was the first thing she noticed. But on closer inspection, while Voldemort's clothing was cut to accentuate his shoulders and hide his skeletal thinness, her robes were…more revealing of her form. Tighter fitting. Her robes of varying low neck-lines all had various tight bodices complete with built-in corset and bra, lines and seams to accentuate her hips and bust. Not so low as to be sluttish, but lower than she would have liked – they were elegant though. She couldn't deny that Bella and her accomplices had a sense of style. She had shoes lined up beneath, and the robes would go well with the family jewelry (she didn't think she'd ever come to see members of the Slytherin line as family). The robes would be beautiful if she could ever get over showing so much of her form…
She checked her armoire, but her diminished fears returned in full. Those bitches had supplied her with not underwear, but black lacy lingerie. She kicked the armoir drawer and clenched her teeth to restrain a scream of frustration. She tramped out of the closet, slamming the door behind her.
She was almost afraid to see what they had done to the bed after looking in the walk-in closet.
Dark wood made up the frame of the wooden bed, which was carved to depict a gruesome scene Hermione recognized only because she had studied it for her NEWT History of Magic essay. The bed she would have go to sleep in each night depicted the medieval dark wizard Voldemortist killing, raping, and bewitching the "good people" in his hopes of destroying his adversary Merlin. Interesting, that Bella and company chose to charm the bed to show /that/ scene, and not one of Voldemortist's and Merlin's final battle…then again, Merlin /did/ win that one. As she looked closer, Hermione shuddered as she noticed that all of the female "good people" seemed to bear some resemblance to /her/…bushy hair, and something about their little wooden faces.
The bed itself felt nice though – black silk sheets and pillow cases, black blanket, and black goose-down stuffed pillows and duvet (with a black fur cover).
She looked out the window. From what she could tell, the yard looked fine- except with the approaching winter, the grass was a bit yellowed and the trees were alive, but barren of leaves. The Death Eaters appeared to be finished, and Voldemort was dismissing them. She uttered a noise of disgust and left the room, seeking the sanctuary of the library.
She had felt perfectly fine when she woke up, but now, during breakfast, she felt hot and clammy, and had cramps. As her stomach constricted unpleasantly, she fled the kitchen, clutching at her stomach, not noticing the Dark Lord's curious gaze.
She ran to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet as waves of nausea coursed through her gut. She clutched the toilet porcelain, gasping. Her stomach tightly constricted. She coughed wetly and the first wave of nausea overtook her, as her stomach spewed its contents in the porcelain bowl. She neither heard the door open behind her, nor the footsteps getting louder as they approached her. As she leaned over the bowl to vomit yet again, she was dimly aware of a cool hand gently pressed to her forehead, and she felt her heartbeat slow and some of the tension in her muscles dissipate. She felt weak – she was trembling, her throat was dry and scratchy, she had a nasty sour taste in her mouth, and her stomach felt like it was trying to turn itself inside-out. But there was the soothing comfort of the cool hand on her forehead, drawing her feverish body heat away. Another cool hand snaked behind her sweaty neck, holding her bushy hair back behind her face in time for the second wave of nausea.
After emptying her stomach with the third and last wave, she sank back, sitting on her feet, and her head hung down. A hand reached out to flush the toilet, and then to offer her a glass of water, which she gratefully took with both hands and sipped.
She turned to face the man kneeling behind her. The man who had just yesterday been laughing as he tortured Lucius. His face was unreadable. Neither said a word. She made a move as if to stand, but he picked her up, one arm under her knees, the other, her shoulder blades. Too weak to protest, she let him carry her. He held her close to his chest and she calmed, reveling in the fact that his partially cold-blooded reptilian skin absorbed her feverish heat. Even through their clothing, she could feel some relief, and he mounted the stairs to their bedroom.
By the time they got there, she was feeling herself again – just the way she had felt at the start of breakfast. He put her down none too gently, and took off her shoes and socks. He then proceeded to take off her robe (a transfigured pair of jeans), overcoming her best efforts to fight him off. They stared at each other, as she lay in bed, clad in only her underclothes. Hermione felt exposed just lying there in her underwear, and self-conscious under his interested gaze. She tried to cover herself with the sheet, but he grabbed her wrist. He raised the skin where his eyebrow used to be, and leaned over her. Then he slipped his hands underneath her, and unhooked her bra, pulling it off her in one movement, lazily trailing his hand over her breasts, smirking. Her eyes widened as she realized his intention, but he had turned away. Clutching her white cotton nightgown (a transfigured shirt), he gave her naked breasts one last, longing glance, before dressing her. He pulled the covers on top of her and kissed her forehead before leaving, closing the door behind him.
Hermione stared at the door long after he had left. Questions ran through her mind. What exactly, was the reason behind Voldemort's erratic behavior? Why did she vomit if she didn't feel sick before, or now?
Well? How was that chapter?
What do you think of the Cruciatrius scene? The house? Voldemort's actions in the final scene?
Everyone in character?
Next chapter is Halloween – I'm thinking they'll (they being Mione, Voldie, Harry) go to Grimmauld Place, where the Order is. Why does Voldemort go along? Is he let in the house?
Ideas for the "meet the parents" chapter? – Hermione/Voldemort visit her parents…what are her parents feelings on this? What is Voldemort's impression of her parents? How does it go?
Again, I'm sorry about the wait – I'll try to post sooner – I have some free time now that wrestling is over, but I can't guarantee anything –especially with my AP NSL test, gov. HSA, a camping trip, and eventually exams, coming up.
Review Responses:
Luna-rocker – Thanks! Good to know Hermione's in character…and that Voldemort's "other side" is believable…I was worried about that as I was writing it, but you're not the only reader who assured me they're not OOC…I agree with you on the house, but know if I was Voldemort, I wouldn't allow no girl to make my house all "girly frilly"…haha – he'd probably go nuts if he was stuck in a hot pink-and-sparkles house with fluffy pillows and flowers… OO . Hmmm…maybe if she added subtle Gryffindor overtones…or changed certain things, subtle details…hmm…think on this I will
LivySnape – Sorry – been visiting some relatives on the fourth rock from the sun… Oo… Awww…don't cry – I just updated… yay!
Sara- A face lift…? Erm, sorry – it's just I decided long ago writing this fic she'd be stuck with his ugly face – poor Hermione, I know – I just get annoyed at all the Hermione/Tom Riddle or Hermione/Voldemort-suddenly-deaged-and-became-sexy fics…I wanted to try something new…I just thought while it would entertaining, it just – it wouldn't be our buddy Voldie that we have all grown to know and love. I agree with the house. Glad you support what I'm doing with the characters…I was worried when I was writing that chapter…Harry…sorry, can't tell you much on that. It's confidential, secret information even the CIA doesn't know about (yet).
Magic and sparkle – It's so hard writing the characters sometimes – keeping them in-line with JK Rowling's world, but while keeping to my plot and Voldie – we all have one perception of him, but showing another is kinda hard – so it meant a lot when you mentioned the character depth – thanks!
DMHg 2GETHER 4EVER – Ya I know I haven't updated for so long – I'm sorry! I just…well, I already wrote why I took a 6.5 month hiatus (whoa – it's been that long?) …but I'll try to have the next chapter out sooner…
jr.Cita – Nope. Haven't given up. My other stories I either deleted, because looking back on them, they were crap, or I gave up on, because I didn't actually have a plotline going. But this one – I have the plot all in my head, various scenes worked out in my head…the problem is finding time to type it for my reviewers…
myob – Thanks. And don't worry, I'm not abandoning it at all – I've just been busy/had writer's block for the last several months (I still can't believe it took me 6.5 months to update, when I had part of this written in November…) . I have more time now (except for certain bane-of-my-existence-tests coming up in May/June…) .
Dawn Guavera halliwel – Short and sweet responses eh? Well, short and sweet answers…. "Thanks!" .
Mistress-of-Mystery – Yep, Voldie's gone a little "soft" for Hermione…and he's evil as hell toward everyone else… Oh, and by the way, in case you're new to "Crossing of Two Worlds," every chapter when I do these review responses, I give out imaginary appliances to the reviewer with the best name (most original, most creative…) – anyway, congratulations! An imaginary Hoover vacuum is on its way to your house now!
achilles-harry – Thanks! In Yoda-speak, keep up the good work I will….
Onigirl v – guess what? I updated! (of course this would be obvious, seeing as you wouldn't be reading this if I hadn't updated….)
Magickwitch – I'm writing, I'm writing, don't worry…keep your socks on… oh, and by the way, you spelled 'magic' wrong… O-
Alora55 – Thanks! And I agree with you on Voldemort…I wasn't so sure about him when I wrote that last chapter….anyway, in this chapter, I hope he redeemed his evil-demon self somewhat…let me know…
Lunastar 03 – Good to know I'm finally starting the HG/LV movement…if you want to join our club, we meet whenever and discuss our plans to take over with HG/LV fics – it'll be like communism in the Cold War…. O- . Good to know it's a favorite.
Eyes-of-Reflection – Not to worry, I wrote more, it's not over yet – don't worry, I'll let you know when it's over, which isn't anytime soon, the way this is turning out. You know what? I need a writer.
Hannalucky – Nagini – don't worry – I haven't forgotten her…she'll come in the story soon enough – I'm sure it would drive Hermione nuts if she found out she was living with a bunch of huge, potentially venomous snakes… good to know you like Voldie's dual-personality complex. Yes, her parents are still alive, and if I go through the mental plotline list in my head, there will be a "meet the parents" chapter sometime soon…I have something planned for that…heh heh…
CAT – Hello. I'm not here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. "beep". Alright, yes, I'm here. And updated.
Kalika Cavendish – Well, wait no longer! The new chapter awaits!
TINY TURTLE – Thanks, glad you liked it. And in case you're new here ('here' being "Crossing of Two Worlds"), every chapter when I do these review responses, I give out imaginary appliances to the reviewer with the "best" name – creative, original, etc. Anyway, I'm sorry to say you didn't win first, but you /did/ get second place…congratulations!
EbonyPatriot – Ah…well, not to worry, this chapter has less mushiness. So Voldie is still torturing his poor, sweet and innocent little Death Eaters, but he /is/ lusting after Hermione… Wait – "Home on the Range" had a villain? The animated movie about chickens? I don't mind Lion King –maybe because James Earl Jones (voice of Darth Vader) does Mufasa, or what, but Bambi does annoy me. Draco is just like his father – Slytherin junior. He tries, but when his half-baked evil schemes fail, you just have to pat him on the head. Snape though – Snape and Voldemort are mine….all mine… So you did get Brother Bear up? And you have a point about the characters and being in character…the fact that since the story is told from Harry's point-of-view, so of course his enemies will seem evil and mean and cruel and his friends will seem nice and caring and funny…I've always wondered how different the Harry Potter series would be if told from the point of view of say…Snape. Or Ron. Or Fudge. Or Voldie….I dunno if it'd be a children's book though, if told from the point-of-view of a mad psychopath….
OceanBleu89 – Her reaction was shocking? Which reaction.…when he tried to grope her…or before that? Ah yes, I learned that sex shit too – in fifth grade, and eighth grade, and summer after ninth grade...scary thing is, my sister is in fifth grade – she'll have to go through the sex ed unit…I mean – I don't know if you have younger siblings, but she's the 11 yr, immature, "baby" of the family – my kid sister – and and…ya. Do it, do it! Ha- Owen Wilson…(right? Or do I have my list of blondie Hollywood actors mixed up?)
Jaid Ziaen – And squack to you too. Not to worry, there's more coming…oh, I have plans for this fic…laughs maniacally and rubs hands together with evil glee). As far as Tom and Harry, stay tuned. And as far as Hermione and understanding girls, I'll just help clarify things- this goes not just for our magical British friends, but for normal people as well…Hermione and Voldemort have confused feelings towards each other, but one thing is Voldemort, like pretty much every guy I know, wants the girl (in this case, being Hermione). But here, the sexual part of their relationship is one-sided – he wants it, she doesn't (again, like many couples I know). So when he makes a move without warning (not to mention he's the ugly, evil Dark Lord), Hermione of course gets pissed off. Now this is where the response varies: some girls would slap the guy, some would yell at him, some would submit, some would kick the guy where it hurts, and some would walk/run away. Or if they're a slut, or really like the guy, they'll respond. Now that I think about it, it is confusing… Hope that clarifies things!
Livethroughtheatre – Thanks. And yes, I will stick with the story. Good to know you understand the time/writing issue…some people just don't get that I actually have a life outside of writing…although I do know the annoyance of getting hooked on a fic, and the author wont update. As far as the Death Eater cleaning/remodeling, you read my mind.
SnapesMistress005 – Good to know you don't mind the OOCness…if I stuck to canon, I'd run into problems – the one side we see to Voldemort in the books (evil murdering demon) may work in the books, but seeing as he's one of my two main characters, I need more sides to his character… Hermione though…maybe I did take a bit too many "creative liberties" writing her character…eh. And as far as how it turns out, I'm not saying anything, other than, this will slowly develop into something….and um, is blood-red ok? Not scarlet, Gryffindor Qudditch robes red, but blood-red?
Flora – I updated again – yay! And I'll try and update more often, don't worry.
LyssaTucci – Hahaha…a pink cozy cottage for the happy couple? Me thinks Voldemort would lose what precious little sanity he had left, if he was stuck in a house like that…heh heh…
Kellalor – Yep – Death Eaters get to clean/remodel the house! Having a bunch of dark purebloods around comes in handy…
Siriusforeva – "poor Tom" - seriously? Never said that before? Guess there's a first time for everything… he feels love now…
Rainia NyteWolf – Strange? What do you mean "strange towards the end" ? Meh.
Jenni – It'll start out a Slytherin house, but I might make Hermione change it to be a little Gryffindor – haven't decided yet… half green and half red though would look like the Death Eaters remodeling the house had gone around, putting up Christmas decorations…haha…funny how the Gryffindor and Slytherin colors may be opposite sides on the color wheel, but are Christmas colors together…wonder if that was intentional, on Rowling's part? Nah…
JenniferJ – You know what? I agree with you. I've had the same issues reading fanfics myself…so I took your advice and put those responses on the bottom of the chapter. Better?
Stse-28 – Yours may be the last review response, but no, I haven't forgotten about you! Sorry I haven't updated in so long…I'll try and do better later…
