Author Note: Last chapter and this chapter are shorter than normal as its romance and I don't have much experience with writing romantic stuff like dating, Thankfully Hermione's seduction to the dark side will be over soon and then Damien can kill Voldemort.
After that Grindlewald needs to be dealt with in order to ensure no possible rival for Dark Lord Damien but that can wait a while as Gellert isn't going anywhere.
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Considering how many stories I'm working on your lucky I get any updates up. I'm trying to get a few chapters of Necromancer Gothic done while watching the Justice League so I can write DC. At the same time my Muse is inspiring me to finally write Darth Gothic which involves rereading my Old Republic books so I can figure out when Revan got back from the Unknown Regions and rejoined the Jedi Order, this seems to have happened a few times so its very confusing. And on top of all that I'm playing Dungeon Master tomorrow night so I need a story for that.
I'm just glad I'm I have an high intellect and a very active imagination, otherwise by now my brains would be leaking out of ears.
The First Gothic. Book One. A Wizard In Training. Part 27.
Hogsmeade Village. Scotland. The Wizarding World.
"Hogsmeade is the only entirely Wizarding village in Britain," Hermione was explaining as we walked into village "according to history it was founded over a thousand years ago, around the same time as Hogwarts, by a Wizard called Hengist of Woodcroft who was felling persecution by the Muggles"
I was discovering that when Hermione didn't know how to act she went back to her default setting of know-it-all bookworm whose mouth spewed nothing but facts and expressed no opinions of its own. It was rather amusing and a little sad at the same time.
"Hermione, I do know all of this" I assured the girl "I to have read Hogwarts: A History".
She blushed and apologised.
"Sorry I babble when I'm nervous and it drives everyone mad...".
I had already discovered that kissing is a good way to shut Hermione up so kissed her quickly in order make her stop babbling. I'd of thought that it would make her even movr nervous what with it being in pubic an all but for some reason she actually found it extremely relaxing .
Walking gloved hand in gloved hand the two of us passed by a news-stand that sold Wizarding magazines along with a few Muggle papers, but only when the students were here I suspected as no Muggleborns actually lived in Hogsmeade as far as I knew.
"Sheogorath" said Hermione who was reading a Muggle papers headline.
No it couldn't be. Could it?
Quickly I paid a knut for the paper and read the story, as I did a frown crossed my face.
"What's the matter Damien?" asked my date in a concerned tone of voice.
"Apparently mad people from across the world are setting up cults to worship a being called Sheogorath who they say is their Prince".
"Oh yes I read about that in the Daily Prophet" remarked the teen "the Ministry was worried that a Wizard might be pretending to be a god and tricking mad Muggles but they haven't caught anyone and its world wide so if it is a Wizard doing this he's part of a group. No mad Wizards are talking about him but the Muggle World is very worried".
The Muggle paper said much the same thing only they didn't blame anyone for it. In fact they had no idea who Sheogorath was because crazy people were the only ones giving information. There some mentions about mental hospitals stocking up on cheese, and some patients trying to build shrines but aside from that there wasn't much to go on.
"Sheogorath is a Daedric Prince" I told Hermione "a kind of demon god, but he's fictional".
Well fictional in the sense that he appeared in works of fiction. I knew that he was quite real because we'd met. I even had his relic stashed inside my school trunk, but that didn't give any clues as to why this mad god was gathering followers in the Muggle world.
"How do you know that?" questioned Hermione Granger.
I turned to her and said.
"You'll find out one day".
She gave me a look which demanded more information so I led her off the beaten track and towards the Shrieking Shack.
"I know things, more than just what the Ministry is up to," I said trying to explain without giving to much away "but if people found out that I knew as much as I do then I'd be in the Department Of Mysteries having my brain put into a jar".
"You can trust me" assured my date.
"It isn't about trust." I replied "I'm going to be rebel leader. I can't tell you everything because its not safe. After all you can't tell people something you don't know and there are ways to make people tell the truth, some of them are horrible".
Hermione seemed to grab onto me as if she was afraid I'd leave. Not physically leave her but bring about some emotional distance between us.
The poor girl must be so lonely, and here I was using that to bring her under my control. I felt a bit bad about that but I comforted myself with the knowledge that at least when she was finally fully my control she would be safe with me, that she'd finally have someone in her life who would encourage her to use her talents and explore her full potential rather than try to keep her down.
Wrapped up as were, as we happened to be in Scotland during winter, we couldn't share our body heat but judging by hard Hermione was holding on me she seemed to want to try.
"I know its silly but can we go to Madam Puddifoot's later?" she requested.
Madam Puddifoot's was a small, tea shop with the kind of decor that made most men worry about losing their manhood when simply passing the place by. Luna would happily burn the place down with me rather than go in but Hermione seemed to be a total romantic once you got past her emotional defences.
Only a boy totally in love, or one hoping to get laid, would ever go there twice. The idea of going there with Hermione made me want to apperate as far away as possible. But as much as the idea of going there repulsed me it would help me win Granger over, and I do so want her to fully join the Outcasts.
"Maybe later its not even lunch time yet," I said by way of an answer "tea and cakes sounds like something we should do last of all that way we won't be to full up for tonight's feast".
Tonight was the night the names came out of the Goblet of Fire, there was no way I wasn't going to be sitting there stuffing my face in order to cope with the nerves.
A lot depended on Harry entering that Tournament. If he didn't then my evil plan of evil would be ruined and I have to go to plan B which was a lot more risky than getting to Voldemort under the guise of a loyal follower.
"I never thought you'd want to a place like Madam Puddifoot?" I commented as an attempt to focus on the now rather than the future "its so …... pink"
Which was the nicest thing I could say about the palace which to be fair I'd never actually seen but I'd heard the stories from Susan and Hannah which had alone had enough to put me off the place.
"Come on Luna must of wanted to drag you there." replied the teenage girl "Where is Luna today anyway?".
"She's got her visiting privileges revoked for the rest of term," I informed "she got caught entering my dorm room rather late one night with the intention to cuddle me like I was some sort of oversized teddy bear, apparently this is a crime at Hogwarts".
It wouldn't of been so bad if she hadn't started undressing. She'd gotten caught before she exposed anything by Flitwick who must of set up a ward of some sort in order to catch her in the act.
I'd been asleep at the time so I was blameless but my future wife was being forced to perform mundane tasks when she should be spending time with me. If I heard one more story about how she'd been force to clean things with her bare hands while the caretaker watched the devil cat Mrs. Norris was going to suffer a truly terrible fate.
"Oh" replied Granger who had no idea what to say about that so she decided to talk about her self.
"I've never been on a date" she explained looking a little embarrassed "I never thought I would until.. well boys take longer to mature so I thought I'd be waiting longer".
"I'm quite mature for my age" I said feeding my own ego.
"More than that your handsome, brave, rich, powerful and lots of girls want you and me well I'm just a bookworm".
The last thing I needed was concubine with self esteem problems, it was best to nip that in the bud.
"Your not just a bookworm I'm a Ravenclaw I know my bookworms. Your intelligent, very opened minded compared to most Witches and sexy as well. Oh and your ass looks great in jeans"
She blushed yet again but she also couldn't help but smile.
"Besides you know lots of ways to tell me I'm awesome, all guys want a girl to stroke their egos, or at least I do" I admitted.
To be fair it might just be me. My ego was somewhat justifiable inflated these days and thus I desired more praise.
"Oh I can do that," she teased "your most certainly the most powerful Wizard ever. Not even You-Know-Who himself could possible stand up to your great power".
She might of carried on joking like that but I asked her something.
"I've heard that Voldemort is back in the country, do you know anything about that?"
Granger paused and for a moment I thought she might lie or at least change the subject but to her credit she did neither. This was good as it meant my control over her was getting stronger than ever.
"Harry had a dream about You-Know-Who killing an old Muggle while speaking to a Death Eater called Bellatrix Lestrange"
So he could be at the Riddle House then, interesting. As for Bella being there well that could good for Neville, she'd have to be handled carefully as she was a very dangerous Witch but Nev should have that kill while I dealt with the current Dark Lord. As long as he was around I'd never be the true Dark Lord.
"Well that explains the World Cup," I said to my date as we hung around outside the supposedly haunted shack "he's back and that attack was warm up act that went badly wrong".
"Can we talk about something else," requested Hermione who clearly didn't want to be thinking about dark times while on a date "maybe go clothes shopping".
"Fine" I replied with a cheeky smile on face "but if I end up paying for clothes you spend a hour or so trying on until you finally find the right outfit I demand to be able to play with your boobs in return".
Hermione had much bigger boobs than Luna I really wanted to compare them.
"I'm not that sort of girl, Damien" protested Hermione "only a kiss on the first date".
We'd already snogged so I wasn't having that.
"Oh no," I argued "clothes shopping gets me boob you can't subject a man to clothes shopping without giving me a reason to keep on living".
"Its not that bad is it?" she asked.
I didn't need to reply she got the message when I looked her in the eyes.
"Really, its that bad" she realised "okay you can play with my boobs, its not like I'm wearing a bra".
What a minx, she'd planned for that possibility well in advance.
I must of looked to eager because she dampened my enthusiasm by saying.
"After we go shopping, but you don't have to pay".
Money was no big deal to me.
"I so have two trust funds," I reminded the teen "besides that's how dating works your suppose to reward a guy's good behaviour in order to encourage it, so I buy you nice things you let me grope you that's how it works".
Or at least that's how it should work. I was no expert on dating but that arrangement at least made sense to me.
"I'll have to take your word for it." she replied "All I got was when your ready and practice safe sex speech from my Mum. And not until your married and want kids speech from Ron's Mum".
Considering that most British Wizards didn't have a real faith it was odd ho they were all had very Catholic attitudes about sex.
"She probably met while married to Ronald" I commented in disdain "from what I've heard Mrs. Weasly is very keen to have Ginny marry Potter so it wouldn't surprise me if she planned for you to marry her son".
Thankfully I'd be able to avoid meeting the red headed matriarch as of yet, but given that Ginny was my friend and Harry as well now that Ronald was out of the way it might be possible that I'd be forced to socialise with the women. In fact it was quite possible given I was getting closer to Hermione who was also a friend of that family.
"Well that won't happen now," she assured "he won't even remember who I am".
Caught up in my own thoughts I had to ask the teenage Witch to repeat what she had said.
"Ron's been sent to live in the Muggle World" explained my hopefully future concubine as we walked back to the high street "they removed his memories of the Wizarding World and sent him off to live as a Muggle".
It was only because she'd started to emotionally distance herself from the male weasel that Hermione was able to talk about this without bursting into tears. But she was sad about it I could sense that and I felt a little guilty for making her sad but I'd made a commit to a certain course of action and Ron the Prat had been in my way.
"Lunch" I offered hoping to distract her "I should at least pay for that".
She took me up on the offer and I took us to the Three Broomsticks as they did rather good pub food.
While we waited for the food Hermione ranted on about everyday things such as her school work and her parents who sounded like very dull people in my opinion, not that I would of given that opinion if asked.
"Moody scares me", my date admitted "but he's teaching us a lot".
So do drill sergeants but they don't let drill sergeants teach children and for a very good reason.
At least we were being taught by the real Moody. It was possible to tell the difference as the real Moody didn't drink from a hip flask, he didn't kill spiders as a teaching method nor did use mind control magic on students.
He was loud, rude and highly dangerous but thankfully I had gone unnoticed by the Dark Wizard hunter. I guessed this was because no one in my 'family' had ever been a Death Eater nor had they fought against them. This was because they had never existed at all but the belief that the Masons were neutral made me unworthy of Moody's attention.
It was an amusing contrast to Slughorn who pretty much doted upon me shamelessly and not just because of my ever increasing skills in potions.
Slughorn saw great potential were as Moody saw an non-entity, yet it was Moody who concerned me because, assuming he didn't get himself killed in the next few years, there would come a day when I would battle him and those like him for control of the Magical World.
I'd long ago learned to look like I was paying attention while actually thinking about other things so Hermione kept talking never noticing that I wasn't really hearing a word she said nor did she the jealous looks some of the schoolgirls here in the pub were giving her for being with me.
The food arrived and I flashed my gold as I often did to impress people but Granger seemed immune to the lure of shiny metals that most fell victim to.
She was far more impressed by words and deeds rather than riches and social standing. Broken of her absolute faith in authority figures only someone who proved themselves talented were worthy of her attention.
Being handsome helped which was a bit shallow but she was only fourteen.
Still that attraction to talented, handsome and mature men only partly benefited me as it also led to her attraction towards Victor Krum the soon to be Triwizard Tournament champion.
Its seems that not even a Dark Lord in training is immune to petty teenage jealousies. I felt the urge to kill Krum for daring to catch Hermione's eye, but that would be a massive overreaction. And in any case I didn't want to be the kind of Dark Lord who killed people over such thing as it would demean me and everything I stood for.
What exactly it was that I stood for was something I was still trying to figure out, but I was sure that whatever it was that killing people for petty reasons wasn't part of it.
Perhaps I was feeling defensive over Hermione because I saw her as one of the mother's of my future children. Luna had told me that I needed to have lots of children as quickly as possible in order to play my part in countering the lack of population growth in the Magical World.
I really didn't understand how getting me to impregnate a few Witches would help to start some population growth, unless it started a tend of some sort but I doubted that. Yet Luna had assured me more than once that it was important not to only have a child but many of them.
Still the idea went against the Evil Overlord list twice.
Rule 18. I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would provide a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.
Rule 19. I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.
Two really good reasons not to get any poor women pregnant.
Then again there was rule 141 which while it was not part of the one hundred original rules it would give the means to follow rule 142 which could be a real laugh.
I put amusing thoughts of possibly traumatising my future grandchildren out of my mind and ate my food while starting to wonder how women managed to keep talking for so long without passing out from oxygen deprivation.
My date for this day out hadn't stopped to take a breathe for at least five minutes now and my neck was getting tired from all the nodding I did while she spoke.
If it weren't for the fact that I really wanted to play with her breasts later I would of told her to shut the hell up but women tend to take that sort of suggestion rather poorly so I didn't.
"Come on let's going shopping" I said when it got to the point that even shopping would be more preferable than listening to whatever it was she was rambling on about.
As we left the pub and headed to the stores I gave considerable thought to the idea of making ball gags a requirement for my harem but perhaps that was silly.
"Oh we need to stop by the book store" mentioned Hermione "I need a a new copy of Spellman's Syllabary its contains..."
I had no idea what she said next as not even my translation amulet could help me understand nerd speak.
"Maybe I should go with ball gags" I muttered to myself "might go well with the golden bikinis".
"Wait what?" asked Hermione "what goes with bikinis".
Covering my mistake fast I started to lie.
"I was just think about my summer holiday this year. I want to take Luna somewhere warm for a change".
"I suggest France" she replied before going into great detail about the differences between the Magical and Muggle cultures of France and their counterparts in the UK.
Ball gags really did sounding tempting.