The Search

Tom searched for her for two months. He went everywhere he could think of; the Potters' mansion, Cygnus' home, Hogwarts, but she was no where. He searched in all of the nearby libraries and still couldn't find her. He was at a loss of where to look for her.

And the worst part about it was that he was lost without her. He hated that he thought of her every second, that she had that much control over his life.

When he had walked into his room after their fight and found her gone, he had been filled with the angriest agony imaginable. He had decided that he would find her no matter what. No matter the cost to him or her. She was going to be with him.

So, today he had called Black and Potter to a meeting. He was going to ask them if they had any idea where she was, if she had told them anything about her life that could lead to her.

"My lord," Jack said as Tom entered the big wooden door of the Potter mansion, "Have you found her yet?" Tom continued walking down the hall, he had a feeling the newest bearer of the dark mark was hiding something, or someone.

"My lord," came another voice, Black's, "What's wrong? You sounded hectic in your letter."

"Hermione is gone."

"My lord," Black gasped, curious and terrified; no one had ever left Tom and lived if Tom didn't want it. "What happened?"

"How am I supposed to know, she's a woman isn't she?" Tom was fuming, heading towards Greta's room, knowing she would crack if she knew anything; she was obsessed with him.

"Well yes, my lord, but she's Hermione. She wouldn't leave for nothing." Cygnus followed closely behind. "Where should we look for her?"

"I've looked everywhere, everywhere I can think of. However," he said glancing sharply at Jack, "I think she's closer than I've thought." He really had no idea why he thought that Hermione would be there, in that house, except for that she had apparated there immediately after their fight.

He walked into Greta's room, opening the door without permission. She was reading, it reminded him painfully of Hermione. His mouth twitched

"Tom!" she said happily, her smile quickly turning down as she saw his expression, "What's wrong?"

"Greta," he started slowly, kneeling by her bed where she was sitting, "I'm going to ask you a question and you have to answer me no matter what, okay, with the truth."

"Okay, sure, Tom." She said brightly. It was really quite disturbing; her innocence.

"Greta, where is Hermione?" he said it slowly, cautiously watching for a signal that she knew. He saw it, the flash in her eyes, and their quick movement to her brother and back.

"I don't know, Tom." She said, she glanced at her brother again. Tom whipped his head around and flew off of the bed.

"Potter!" he spit on the man, daring him to defy his leader. "What have you done?"

"No, Tom, he didn't do anything, I promise." Greta pleaded, watching her brother's face lose its color as Tom's fingers found his neck.

"Greta, don't worry, you won't get in trouble. I just want to talk to Hermione."

"My lord," Jack gasped, "Please, I'll show you where she is, just don't punish Greta." Tom scoffed – a Gryffindor of course, always noble, never selfish.

"You better not be lying to me Potter."

"I'm not; I'll show her to you."

Tom let go of his follower's neck and Cygnus breathed a sigh of relief. Greta sank back into her bed, afraid.

Jack led him down a long corridor, an ovular door at the end. Tom hadn't ever seen it before. This immediately worried him. Jack shouldn't be hiding anything at all; he shouldn't have this secret door.

"Here," Jack said as they rounded a corner to where There was another door, "She's in there, but my lord, she's not doing well. Be nice to her, please." Tom glared at him.

"I'm never mean to her, Potter." He said the name like a curse, "I'll deal with you later, and don't try to run."

Jack nodded sullenly, "Can I say goodbye to Greta first, my lord?"

"I'm not going to kill you, you bloody bloke!" Tom yelled, angry at the thought that they all thought him to be cruelly unmerciful.

"My apologies, my lord." He backed out of the way and Tom opened the door, seeing the happiness in his follower's eyes.

He entered. It was a lovely room, with lots of books. Hermione looked up from one of the chairs near the fireplace, a book in her hands. At the sight of her, Tom nearly lost his mind. She was beautiful and perfect, and he had missed her even more than he had thought possible.

"Hermione," he said walking towards her slowly, "Please," his voice broke, "Don't ever leave me again."

"Tom," she got up slowly and he saw it; the small bump in her stomach. His mouth fell open. "I suppose I knew you would get Jack to tell you where I was." She sighed, discontented.

"How'd you do it? Torture, or fire, threats?"

"Hermione," he trembled, placing his hand on her stomach, "You're pregnant."

"Yes," she said matter-of-factly, "The product of that wonderful night where you decided to marry me without my permission.

"Hermione, you're beautiful."

"So?"

"I wish you would forgive me, you must know I did it so that you would be with me, no matter what."

"Marriage isn't final, Tom." A tear fell down her cheek.

"Yes, but if you love me, it could be."

"Possibly, if you'd be willing to actually involve me in the decisions concerning me."

"I'm sorry, Hermione," those words nearly killed him; he'd never spoken them before, "I've made a real mess of things and I'm sorry."

Tom had to catch her, to keep her from falling after he said that.

"Tom," she said closing her eyes, "Have you ever apologized before?"

"No, Hermione, I haven't."

"Thank you then, I know that's hard." There was a deep emotion behind her eyes when she said that. She placed her hand on top of his, on her stomach.

"Hermione, come back with me," he said offering her his other hand, "Come back home."

She took it, and they apparated back to his mansion.

A/N: Alright here it is I hope you guys like it Review!!!