Past:
As Hermione approached the door, she heard the door click and lock. She pulled on the door to be sure, but the door had locked. Hermione turned around in rage her brown eyes fiery with anger.
"Unlock the door Viktor!" Hermione snarled.
"I didn't lock it, Hermione," Viktor muttered.
Hermione looked at him in shock. "Then who did?" Hermione said in an accusing tone.
Hermione watched as the shadows seemed to come to life in the library and started to move. Viktor fell to his knees and put his head down as a man stepped out of the shadows of the library. For the second time in the day, Hermione's blood ran cold as all of the air vacated her body. She was staring at the most hated man in Britain. Lord Voldemort. Alive. He stopped beside Viktor and put his hand on his shoulder, "Hello, my daughter." Lord Voldemort hissed.
Present:
Lord Voldemort sneered twisting his boyish face up in disgust at the look of fear that crossed his daughter's face. Lord Voldemort no longer looked like the monster he had previously looked like the last time that he and Hermione had been face to face. Or rather the last time she had been face to face with his Poly juiced double. The man in front of her actually looked like a man instead of the monster he had looked like previously. But either way Hermione could tell immediately that it was Lord Voldemort. He looked just like an older version of the pictures she had seen of Tom Riddle from when he had been in school. There was no way it couldn't have been him even the voice was the same. The features of the man had changed but the icy cold voice still brought chills down her spine. Tears began to prick at the corner of her eyes again as Hermione backed up until she could no longer go any further and the cold wood of the double doors was up against her back. The room was silent. Both Hermione and Lord Voldemort were at a stalemate waiting for the other to say something. That it was just lie. Or that everything Viktor had said was true. Hermione stiffened at the thought dropping her eyes down to her feet, 'He couldn't be right. It was just a trap. Viktor had to be under the influence of the Imperius curse.'
"What did you do to him?" Hermione snarled raising her eyes to meet Lord Voldemort's.
"What?" Lord Voldemort scoffed raising an eyebrow at the witch.
"What did you do to Viktor? Did you Imperius him to get me here so you could finally get to Harry?" Hermione accused the man her eyes flashing in anger.
Lord Voldemort began roaring with laughter causing Hermione to stare at the man in shock. She had never heard the man laugh so natural and full heartedly. The man doubled over clutching his side as the laughter shook his entire body. Viktor stayed kneeled down beside the man his eyes pointed downward at the ground with a small smile on his face. Lord Voldemort straightened back up still snickering as he wiped tears away from his eyes from laughing so hard.
"What is so funny?" Hermione roared pushing herself off the door to stand on her own two feet.
Lord Voldemort stopped snickering and looked back at her with an eyebrow raised setting his hand gently back on Viktors shoulder. "Viktor, child, would you please look at Hermione?" Viktor obeyed raising his eyes to meet Hermione's, "Does he look like he is under the influence of the Imperius curse?" Hermione looked into his dark eyes. The same dark eyes she remembered. "Well, are his eyes glazed over?" Lord Voldemort questioned.
Hermione cleared her throat returning her eyes to Lord Voldemort before responding meekly, "No."
"Well, then you have your answer then don't you?" Lord Voldemort chuckled, "Now we have much to talk about, daughter."
"I am not your daughter!" Hermione hissed.
"Hermione, you are my daughter! Why else would I waste my time?" Lord Voldemort snapped causing the girl to recoil before straightening back up and fixing him with her own glare.
"Really?! Is it that far off that you would make up this whole story to get me here? To A. either kill me or B. get to me to kill Harry." Hermione seethed glaring back at the older man.
"I wouldn't waste my time to make up a story like this or to kill you. I'm not lying you are my daughter." Lord Voldemort scowled.
Hermione glowered at him suspiciously, "I don't believe you. You are not my father. Mark Granger was my father. He raised me."
"That squib!" Lord Voldemort scoffed, "He is not your father! He was your mother's brother. He was your uncle."
"What?" Hermione faltered.
" Granger wasn't even his real last name. His real last name was Grayson. Mark Grayson. He was your mother's older brother, the first born, but he was nothing more than a squib. He ended up marrying Jean Granger, another squib, and took her last name."
"But they were both dentists who knew nothing about the magic world," Hermione exclaimed.
Lord Voldemort sighed, "Yes, they were both dentists. But they pretended to know nothing about our world to sell the story that you were just a muggle-born. They had to protect you from Dumbledore's prying eyes beings I couldn't care for you myself."
"And why couldn't you? Or my real mother?" Hermione snapped.
"If you didn't know I got blasted from my body the night I tried to kill Harry Potter when he was a baby." Lord Voldemort began, "And your real mother is dead. She died during childbirth."
"Say I believed you, how did I get to the Granger's?" Hermione asked hypothetically.
"On the night that I was blown out of my corporeal form, 'Cissa and Charlotte were asked to watch you. Charlotte was your mother's best friend and is also Viktor's mother. While 'Cissa was," Lord Voldemort began.
"Narcissa Malfoy." Hermione sneered.
"Yes," Lord Voldemort sighed, "Once, Lucius returned from the mission and told them the news they followed my plan to a T. They took you to Mark and Jean like they were instructed and had both of their sons watch over you as you grew up."
Hermione scoffed, "I wouldn't say Malfoy watched over me. He made my life a living hell at Hogwarts."
"He tried his best when he was in school." Viktor spoke up looking at the girl, "But he couldn't give you preferential treatment unless you were in life and death danger. Otherwise, it might have given away that you weren't just a normal muggle-born. Which is why I stepped in your fourth year. Until you started dating Ron at the end of your time at Hogwarts. I couldn't be as close to as I was before because Ron was jealous of what we had. But Draco stepped in again when I couldn't be there."
"I trusted you." Hermione seethed.
"Hermione, please believe me I never wanted to betray your trust." Viktor began before getting cut off by Hermione.
"No! If you never wanted to betray my trust, you would have never brought me here." Hermione screamed.
"Enough!" Lord Voldemort bellowed both of them fell silent immediately their eyes turning away from each other to the older man, "Viktor, leave the room I need to speak with my daughter alone!"
"But..."Viktor started.
"Out!" Lord Voldemort commanded lifting his hand from Viktor's shoulder. Viktor nodded while standing up and walked across the vast library and out of the doors that were previously locked. Hermione watched him leave feeling her heartbreak at his betrayal. She had trusted him to keep her safe, and he had delivered her into the belly of the beast.
"Now Hermione are you finally ready to discuss you being my daughter?" Lord Voldemort asked gently interrupting the girl's thoughts.
"I don't believe that I am your daughter," Hermione answered simply.
"You do know the spell that is used to prove paternity of a parent, correct?" Lord Voldemort questioned.
"Yes."
"So, then you do know that there is no way to fake the results of the test, right?" Lord Voldemort responded.
"Of course! But the spell takes a month to prepare because there is a potion that needs to be brewed and ingested by both the supposed child and the parent before the spell is cast which takes a month to brew."
Lord Voldemort pulled out a vial containing a bright purple liquid from his robe. "You really are a smart witch! However, I have already prepared the potion for the spell. Will you take the potion with me and prove that you are my daughter?"
Hermione thought a moment before responding strongly, "I will. But when the potion proves that I am not your daughter. You need to release me or the ministry will come searching for me."
"I will release you if I am wrong and you are not my daughter. But if the spell does prove that you are my daughter. Will you finally hear everything that I need to tell you and stay here with me?" Lord Voldemort pleaded.
"Fine." Hermione agreed genuinely believing that the spell would never prove that she was his daughter. Lord Voldemort smiled gently popping the cork out of the glass vial and drinking half of the potion before walking over to Hermione and offering her the rest of the potion. Hermione took the potion hesitantly before gulping down the rest of the potion in the vial.
"Now, I'm sure you know. But if there is red light emitted from my wand when I cast the spell, then you are not my daughter. However, if there is a blue light, then you are my daughter." Lord Voldemort announced before waving his wand and casting the paternity spell, "Paternus testa." Hermione held her breath as he finished the last swipe of his wand completing the spell. She could feel the effects of the spell already. Her body seemed to hum as the magic of spell washed over her. Lord Voldemort held his wand out for her to see as it began to change colors. She watched as the tip of wand changed from green, purple, orange, and yellow. It rotated through those colors for what felt like forever until it started to slow down on purple. She watched the tip of the wand impatiently as the wand began to fade from purple. Hermione gasped as the tip of the wand lit up a shade of blue. She looked up from the wand in shock to Lord Voldemort who was smiling with a knowing smile.
"I...I...I'm.." Hermione stuttered.
"My daughter." Lord Voldemort finished.
"But...how is that possible?" Hermione asked.
Lord Voldemort raised an eyebrow at her question, "Well I'm going to assume you already know about the birds and the bees."
Hermione's cheeks flushed, "Yes, I wasn't asking about that. How….how did it never come up that I was your…. Daughter? Why am I only learning about it now? Shouldn't it have come out earlier in any pre-screening test for school or the Ministry?"
"It should have." Lord Voldemort answered, "But it didn't happen in either case because of Lucius. One of the tasks he had was to make sure my blood never stopped you from pursuing anything. Every pre-screen test you had was always changed to reflect that you were a Muggle-born."
"So you have been tampering with my life the entire time?" Hermione asked harshly.
"No. I ensured that you would have the best life in a world without me." Lord Voldemort sighed. "Hermione, follow me." As he turned around to enter the dark part of the library behind him. Hermione followed him hesitantly in between the rows of dimly lit bookshelves. Lord Voldemort flicked his wand causing fire to erupt in the fireplace Hermione hadn't been able to see in the dark. Hermione squinted as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. She looked to the now bright fireplace to see two chairs in front of the fireplace. Lord Voldemort stopped in front of one of the chairs before sitting down in the chair. He motioned to Hermione to sit down in the other chair. Hermione obliged and sat down in the other chair in front of the fireplace. Both of the chairs were a dark green velvet and had high rounded back. It was a comfortable chair.
Hermione opened her mouth to ask another question but was interrupted.
"Hermione, let me start from the beginning. If you have any questions after I tell you everything, I will gladly answer them." Lord Voldemort announced.
Hermione nodded, "Okay."
"The story begins before you were conceived. After leaving Hogwarts, I started to get deeper into the dark arts. Eventually, I created my death eaters and took my new name of Lord Voldemort. At one of the first meetings, I had in Bulgaria to recruit the death eaters I met your mother.
She was beautiful she had bright blue eyes and white-gold hair. She was brought there by her friend Charlotte who had been friends with 'Cissa since they were kids. 'Cissa had told Charlotte about the meeting and said to her that she should bring her friends to the meeting. What I didn't know was that your mother had her own following. She went to the meeting only as a courtesy to tell me to leave. She said to me that this area was under her control and that everyone at my meeting from the area were her followers.
I was shocked. I didn't think another person would ever dare challenge me like your mother did. I was so angry that I challenged her to a duel. It was a fantastic duel, but it ended in a draw. I couldn't defeat her, and she couldn't defeat me. Or at least not with a wand. As she couldn't beat me, she would have to let me stay. But she couldn't let that happen.
At the end duel, she was enraged by the thought of having to let me stay. Her friend Charlotte tried to pull her back. But she wasn't able to. I thought she was just throwing a fit, so I ignored her whole display and began talking to my followers again. At some point, her followers had vacated the room just leaving her there alone. The next thing I knew people were screaming as fireballs flew across the room.
I turned around from talking to my followers to see a harpy throwing the fireballs. I didn't know it at the time, but, your mother was a full-blooded veela. It was that night that her veela had been fully unleashed. She had gotten so angry about having to allow me to stay that she had fully transformed into a harpy which most veela aren't even able to do. Your mother burned that house to the ground. All of her followers and mine watched in awe as she did. She didn't hurt anyone that night, but she made her point. That she was stronger than me.
When she finally got control and transformed back to her human form, I did the only thing that I could. I conceded to her. I told her that she had won and that I would never try to recruit from her again. Your mother was exhausted from using that much of her magic in the display, but she was still standing and composed herself as a fierce warrior for her followers. She accepted my terms and shook my hand to seal the deal. As soon as my hand touched hers, I felt utterly mesmerized by her. I could feel her magic intertwining with my own as I shook her hand. I had heard about what was happening at that moment. But I had never seen it in person. Everything around us seemed to freeze as her veela chose me as her mate.
After that night when her veela chose me, we formed an alliance between our two groups as we were both trying to achieve the same goals. Our groups although allied were not combined. I still managed my followers the Death Eaters, and your mother led her followers the Bloodroots. Until we got married. Once we got married your mother's best friend, Charlotte took over the day to day operations of Bloodroots still leaving your mother as the head of the group.
When we got married, your mother decided that she would move into the manor that Lucius had secured for me. The mansion was an old family home. We lived there for a while. Then your mother got pregnant. She told she could feel it every day that our baby was getting stronger. But your mother started to get weaker. We tried to give her magic infusions, and she would get better for a few days. Then she would get weak again. I researched for hours trying to find a way for her to survive the pregnancy. Severus brewed her every potion we saw, but all of them had minimal effects.
Closer to your due date she told me she thought that this could happen. When a full-blooded veela picks an equally strong mate, they create an even stronger child. Which would end in the death of the mother as the baby sapped the mother's power. She thought that it wouldn't apply to her as she thought it would just happen between two full-blooded veela's. But she was wrong.
Before your birth, your mother told me it would be crucial for me to lock your veela inside you. That way you would be able to grow up without having to learn to control your veela as well. She taught me the spell to do it once you were born. She made me promise that I would cast the spell as soon as you were born.
Shortly after your birth, your mother died. But not before naming you. She named you Olivia Cassandra Riddle with her last breath. You were the quiet the whole time until she took her final breath. As she passed, you began crying. We cried together at the loss of your mother as I cast the spell I had promised her I would cast.
I mourned your mother. And I still do to this day. She was a fantastic woman who blessed me with a beautiful daughter. Your mother's best friend Charlotte took care of you a lot while you were a baby. As I was consistently out trying to numb my pain by launching a full war in the wizarding world. I was so lost without your mother. Eventually, I lost myself entirely by separating my soul into all the Horcruxes. The only thing that kept a part of me alive was my love for you, my daughter.
On my final night, in my corporeal form, I left you with Charlotte and 'Cissa while Lucius and I went with a group of death eaters in attempt to stop the prophecy with Potter. I killed his father instantly. I tried to get his mother to leave with Severus, but she ran in front of my spell when I tried to kill her child. I tried to kill him again. But I was blasted from my body. Because of love. The love for a child.
Then as you know the rest after Charlotte and 'Cissa took you to your mother's brother." Lord Voldemort finished wiping his eyes.
"I… I don't even know where to start with questions." Hermione faltered.
Lord Voldemort chuckled, "Take your time."
"What was my mother's name?" Hermione asked.
"Phoebe Callisto Grayson." Lord Voldemort answered.
"Can you tell me more about my mother?" Hermione questioned.
Lord Voldemort smiled, "Like I said she was full blooded veela. She also came from an ancient pureblood family in Bulgaria. The Grayson's. But she was the prettiest woman I have ever met. Bright blue eyes that seemed to pierce through you. Lovely white-gold hair and skin that looked like it would shine brightly in the moonlight. Charlotte told me that your mother was named the smartest witch in Durmstrang. And that she could read books quicker than anyone she had ever met."
"Why don't I look like her or you?" Hermione asked as she ran her hand through her frizzy brown.
"That is because when Charlotte and 'Cissa took you to Mark, they also cast a charm to conceal your actual appearance. It was part of my instructions." Lord Voldemort responded, "I could remove it if you want." He offered.
Hermione thought for a moment as she brushed her hand through her thick hair, "Okay."
Lord Voldemort nodded as he whipped his wand out of its holster and began waving it in front of Hermione muttering the spell under his breath. Hermione held her breath and closed her eyes as she felt the magic started to wash over her. She heard Lord Voldemort stop muttering and opened her eyes. Hermione looked down and could see that her hair was now a straight silvery gold color that draped down her now large chest. She looked up to see Lord Voldemort staring at her in shock.
'I must look a lot like my mother.' Hermione thought.
"Do you have a mirror?" Hermione asked.
Lord Voldemort nodded and accioed a small hand mirror to her. She grabbed it and stared back at herself. Her dark brown eyes were now a bright blue that reminded her of the sky on a sunny day. The unruly caterpillar of eyebrows she once had was now a fine well-plucked thin blonde line. Her skin was still very fair but seemed to almost glow in the firelight which illuminated her now high cheekbones. Even her previous pale lips were now a rosy pink.
"You look so much like your mother." Lord Voldemort choked out.
"Hermione," Lord Voldemort began regaining his voice, "You are of age now. Do you want me to unlock your veela?"
"Will it hurt?" Hermione asked.
"It might. Your veela has been locked away for a long time. There is also the possibility that it could take over completely after being locked away for so long." Lord Voldemort speculated.
"And what if that happens?" She questioned.
"Then we have to lock it away again until we can get you to a group of veelas your mother once told me about. They would be able to coax the veela out without it taking over completely. But we would have to find the group she mentioned as she never told me how to find them if I needed them." Lord Voldemort reassured her.
"Do you think that my inner veela will do that?" Hermione asked.
"No, I don't. It may take over momentarily, but I believe you will be able to get control of it again quickly." He answered.
"Do it then." Hermione insisted.
Lord Voldemort wasted no time and began waving his wand in the reverse motion of the spell he had cast many years ago. As he finished the wand work for the spell, Hermione could feel new magic coursing through her veins. It felt like every part of her body was on fire. She could see her skin was shining a bright white radiant light. It burned so brightly it hurt her eyes to even look at the glare she closed her eyes to avoid looking at the light. Hermione screamed out in pain as she began to feel something trying to claw out of her chest. She fell to the ground grasping her chest crying out. Hermione could feel the claws digging into her flesh and slicing through her. She curled into a ball as the clawing continued and her skin started to feel like it was on fire. Hermione opened her watery eyes to look at her skin to see it was still shining bright, but her skin underneath was now red and inflamed. And then it all stopped.
Lord Voldemort stood shocked by the sight in front of him, "Hermione, are you okay?" He asked the now motionless girl.
"...W...Water.." Hermione croaked from the floor. Lord Voldemort accioed a cup of water to himself and knelt down beside the girl giving her the glass of water. Hermione took it quickly and gulped down the contents of the glass. Hermione finished the drink and set it down beside her as she struggled to sit up. Lord Voldemort helped set her upright on the floor. He observed the girl in front of him. Her skin was no longer red or fiery. The only thing that was left from unleashing her veela was four deep claw marks across the top of her chest. He pulled out his wand and began waving it over her chest to heal the claw marks for the girl. However, no matter what spell he used they wouldn't improve. Instead, he decided to cast a bandaging spell which bandaged the wounds.
"Hermione, why don't you go get some sleep for tonight? We can talk more tomorrow after you rest." Lord Voldemort offered while helping to stand the girl up.
"Okay." Hermione nodded weakly.
Lord Voldemort began walking the girl up to the entrance to the library. He opened the doors and was immediately greeted by one of his most trusted followers, Lucius, "Please take her to her room."
The man nodded and began guiding the girl down the large hallway to her room.