CHAPTER 4

BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

THEODORE

Theo stood in the Dothraki hut revealing in the tribe's applause as they welcomed him into their tribe, he had become a master at deception, slithering his way seamlessly into a different world with a new identity. A surge of exhilaration ran through his body, he was getting closer to completing this mission and finally getting Pansy back. Weeks were passing and all he wanted was to see his wife again, feel her touch, save her from whatever was happening. For now, Theo had to play his new role. He needed the respect of the tribe along with their trust, he needed to get closer to Ashara gaining her trust.

Once the revealing was done Theo walked outside away from the rest of his new tribe, his mind going crazy with processing everything that he had seen, it wasn't the battle that crossed his mind it was her. Ashara Targaryen knew from the first time he saw her bushy brown curls; he knew it was her.

"Am I going fucking mad?" Theo laughed to himself, unable to contain his disbelief. "There is no fucking way, I must be mad." His mind raced trying to comprehend the impossible truth.

"GRANGER? Really Hermione MUDBLOOD Granger is the last Targaryen?" Theo muttered in disbelief, unable to grasp the enormity of this revelation. Potter's golden girl hid this secret for years, Voldemort had been searching for this mudblood, a mudblood with Targaryen blood, dragon's blood in her. "When did she even get dragons?" was the only thing that seemed to cross Theo's mind, he sat outside the Dothraki hut chuckling in disbelief. How had no one known a mudblood was hiding this.

Weeks began to pass as he spent more time with the tribe, Theo couldn't help but realize how perfectly he slithered his way into his role. He integrated himself with the warriors, earning their trust and respect. His combat skills became impeccable fighting alongside the Dothraki. Theo navigated the unfamiliar lands, learning the ways of the Dothraki riders. He found himself absorbing their language, their beliefs, their way of life, and their brutality. Each day that passed he inched closer to his goals.

"Khaleesi want to see Rhako." Theo heard from behind him turning around to see an Unsullied soldier. Making his way into the throne room stopping at the step, he knelt to the ground. All he could think of at the time was how pitiful he looked kneeling to a mudblood.

"Khaleesi, you wanted to see me?" Theo said, his voice tinged with slight annoyance from the fact that he was knelt before a mudblood. A loud screech caught his attention, as he looked up from his knelt position. The once little dragon, now grown alarmingly bigger, soared above capturing his attention before reverting back towards Hermione, seated upon her throne.

"You may rise, Rhako," her gaze locking onto Theo's as a soft smile curved onto her lips. "You've proven yourself to be a very strong and valuable soldier in my army."

A surge of pride coursed through Theodore. "Of course, I have, I'm Theodore Nott baby." It's not like he hadn't been putting all his time and efforts into becoming a Dothraki.

"I plan on holding the traditions my mother once held, I will be attending the fighting pits." Hermione's eyes glinted with a hint of pain and determination as she spoke of her mother. "And I'd like you to attend these fights with me."

Theodore's mind became clouded with the thought that this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for, the chance to get closer, closer to her. To finally gain her trust and eventually lead her into Voldemort's clutches doing this for his own ambitions and for the Dark Lord.

"Rhako," His false name rolling off her lips like silk, snapping him out of his trancelike state. "You will accompany me to the fights."

Theodore's heart swelled with gratitude and determination as he nodded his head. "Anything for you Khaleesi."

As the day of the fights drew near, Theo found himself standing in the grand arena. The roar of the crowd echoing throughout the arena, it was a thunderous symphony of loud yelling and clapping, the passion of the crowd calling out "Mysha" as Hermione entered. Theo stood by Hermione's side with a large smile on his face.

"This is just what I needed, maybe I can learn some killing from these Blokes." With a loud clap from Hermione the fights finally began. Mighty clashes erupted in the pit, gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd. Blood splattered, swords clashing, and the fighters battled for their lives. "Cut his head off, cut it off." Theo chanted in his head hoping for more brutality.

As the battles raged on, Theodore began whispering a silent spell, the words a mere breath slipping from his lips. Arrows suddenly began whizzing throughout the air, aimed towards Hermione. Theo instantly jumped into action as he saved Hermione from the oncoming danger. His eyes darted around, searching for the source of the arrows.

"Protect your queen! Get her out of here now!" Theodore commanded as he slaughtered the man who sent the arrows towards Hermione, blood splattering onto his face as he sent his sword through the neck of another man.

Rushing back to Khaleesi's side, Theodore felt his heart pounding in his chest. Had his plan worked? Will this get him even closer to her or would it only grow suspicions? Lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed that the crowd around them had fallen silent, their gasps brung him from his thoughts as they were swallowed by an earsplitting roar that reverberated throughout the arena. His eyes darted upward until he saw it - Seraphus , soaring across the sky with her powerful wings.

"There's no fucking way this Dragon gets bigger every time I see it."

The dragons' loud roars were ones that commanded attention, capturing everyone's gaze. Theodore could almost feel the ground tremble beneath his feet as Seraphus swooped in and landed at Hermione's feet.

The arrows were still whizzing through the air going towards Hermione. "We have to go now, Khaleesi!" Theo clutched onto her arm with a sense of urgency, his voice laced with false nervous tremors. Although the thought of a dead mudblood thrilled him, he still needed her alive.

Hermione's attention remained fixed on Seraphus as she murmured encouraging words to the dragon. "Come on, Seraphus. It's okay, you can do it." Theodore watched as she encouraged her dragon. He knew what was coming, her determination was laced in her voice.

"Dracarys!" The command rolled off of Hermione's lips effortlessly, in that moment Theodore knew that she wasn't Hermione Granger, it was Ashara Targaryen, it was Khaleesi. He watched as Seraphus unleashed a torrent of fire, the flames engulfing the space before them as he watched people burn.

"Damn Granger is a badass, no fucking way I didn't mean that. Her dragons are badass not her; I need a fucking dragon."

"Now, Khaleesi!" Theodore gripped Hermione, lifting her into his arms as he guided her through the chaos and back to the safety of her chambers.

Theodore slowly lowered Hermione from his arms, their bodies no longer intertwined. The room remained silent as his hands gently scanned each curve of her body, searching for any signs of hidden wounds that might have been inflicted during the incident at the arena.

"Are you hurt Khaleesi?" Hermione remained still, her eyes never leaving Theo's face, her voice silent. "Will Seraphus be back? Does she know how to get back?" It's not like Theodore actually cared for whatever answers she gave him; all he cared for was ensuring her well-being and keeping all the dragons for the Dark Lord, for Pansy. Hermione couldn't know this; he needed her trust.

Theodore's questions hung in the air remaining unanswered, but her gaze never left his. The weight of the world seemed to lift from her shoulders as she finally found her voice. "Rhako… you've saved my life," a slight smile formed at the corner of Theo's mouth, noticing the awe in her voice.

Theo took a slight step back as he studied her expression. "Khaleesi, I've told you I am yours; my sword, my life, and my heart is." he replied, his voice filled with false affections, hiding all signs of the truth.

Hermione's eyes began to shine with a mix of emotions as Theodore leaned forward, his finger sliding under her chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. Their faces mere inches apart the scent of her filling his senses.

"Fuck she smells like cinnamon and parchment."

He spoke in a low tone. "I'm here to protect you, Ashara." He whispered to her before planting a kiss on her lips. At this moment all Theo could think of was Voldemort's hissing word in his ear. "By any means necessary."

Theodore couldn't help himself as he leaned in closer, his heart filled with anticipation. He knew he should probably stop the only person that crossed his mind was Pansy. It was a necessary means, wasn't it? Theo could taste the cinnamon on her lips as he deepened each and every kiss, his hands instinctively found the curves of her hips as he pulled her closer to him. Hermione's fingers tangled in his long black hair as she pressed her body into his.

The heat between them was palpable. Theodore's hand guided up her dress, his calloused fingers grazing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Hermione let out a soft moan as he found the right spot applying pressure to her swollen clit.

"By any means necessary"

Circling around her clit, wetness dripped onto his fingers as she arched into hand grinding against his touch. "Fuck" Theodore groaned, his eyes darkening. The desire clouding his mind screaming at him to stop.

"By any means necessary"

He continued to stroke her clit, eliciting whimpers from Hermione's lips. Theodore growled as her nails dug into his shoulders as she rocked against him, hungry for more pleasure. Theo wasted no time lying her onto the bed hovering above her, his lips curling into a wicked grin.

"Are you sure Khaleesi?" he asked, his voice laced with dark intentions, Hermione bit down on her lip nodding eagerly, unable to form coherent words as ecstasy coursed through her veins.

Theo chuckled lowly before positioning himself between her thighs. His hands gripped onto her hips as he thrusted inside of her. Moans filled the room as pleasure mingled with pain as they moved in rhythm together, their bodies became a symphony of desire and need. Hermione's moans filled the air "Yes, Rhako" each thrust sent waves of pleasure throughout their bodies.

Theodore's grip tightened around her hips as he increased his pace, driving deeper inside her with each thrust. Hermione's walls began tightening around Theo's length. Theo's pace was getting harder as he finally got the release he was chasing. "Fuck"

He rolled from on top of her caressing her hair, Theodore scanned the room with his eyes, he couldn't help but notice the abundance of open parchment sprawled over a desk. He couldn't look into it now nor did he think he should ask it could raise suspicion. His concentration was broken by the loud roar outside of the chambers.

"It's only Seraphus, she is back home." Hermione assured him.

Guilt began consuming Theodore's mind as he grappled with the fact that he had just betrayed his wife, Pansy. Theodore was disgusted with himself for betraying her with a mudblood. "By any means necessary." It meant nothing to him, just another order from the Dark Lord. Lost in his inner turmoil, Theo hadn't heard Hermione calling his name.

"Rhako?" Hermione's voice finally reached him, snapping him back to reality.

"Yes Khaleesi?"

"Be an advisor to me, '' Hermione asked, almost pleading. He knew there was more to it Ashara Targaryen didn't plead. "You have saved my life, you have proven yourself loyal, and a great warrior, so advise me Rhako and help me get back what is rightfully mine."

He knew there was more to it, but he couldn't be the one to help her, he didn't care to help her.

"And what is that Khaleesi?"

"I want the Iron Throne," she declared, sending a shockwave throughout Theo's mind; this is just what he needed.

"My, my little mudblood you have no idea how soon you will be seeing it."

"Anything for you Khaleesi." His last words as he watched Hermione drift to sleep.

Theodore wasted no time in rummaging through the dimly lit chambers, he made his way to the desk of parchment. He swiftly snatched it up, not even bothering to read the words etched upon them. He'd just give them to Voldemort upon his return to King's Landing. His gaze finally fixed on the one thing that he had to have aside from Hermione because without this Targaryen mudblood there would be no more dragons. Theodore pulled his wand out silently conjuring a protective bag, gently placing each egg in.

Without an ounce of hesitation Theodore opened the door of Hermione's chambers in a matter of seconds both unsullied soldiers were lying on the ground with a dagger in their necks. Theodore quickly closed the doors of her chambers while taking his wand out he looked over to Hermione who was still asleep amidst all the chaos.

"Petrificus totalus." He muttered softly; with a wave of his wand, she was transformed into a statuesque figure. Waving his wand once more he placed invisible binds onto her body. With the dragon eggs in one hand and Hermione slung over his shoulder, he made his way out of the chambers and towards the stable where Seraphus was kept. Moving quickly throughout the castle he heard thunderous footsteps from each direction.

"Khaleesi is gone." The words sent anticipation coursing through Theodore's body. He had to move quicker. His feet hastened, guiding him through the dimly lit corridors. The urgency in his steps increased as he approached the castle's exit, guided by footsteps that seemed to draw nearer. As Theo approached the grand doors of the Mereenese castle, he found himself encircled by unsullied soldiers. Death was not an option for him. Not when Pansy's life hung in the hands of Voldemort, not when the Dark Lord's plans aligned with the presence of Khaleesi.

Dropping Hermione's body to the ground Theo gripped his wand in one hand sending a surge of slicing curses towards the unsullied, he watched as their bodies fell like autumn leaves beneath his relentless assault. All though he's like to torture them all, time wasn't on his side. Leaning over he picked Hermione's lifeless body up, throwing her back over his soldier before exiting the grand doors.

As he approached the stables, he could hear low cries coming from Seraphus, she knew something was wrong. Theo hoped the dragon would be willing to fly and not kill him. Theodore made his way closer to the dragon, not backing down as she let out loud roars towards him. "Come on Seraphus" Theo whispered to the dragon who began sniffing him and a petrified Hermione. "Khaleesi is ill, we must take her to the maester." The lie rolled off of his lips like silk.

With one last low growl Seraphus finally lowered her body letting Theodore gently place Hermione on her back before climbing up himself. As he settled in, he heard footsteps and yelling from Khaleesi's army. "Let's go girl" Seraphus took off into the night sky leaving Mereen behind.

All eyes were on Theodore as he dismounted the dragon in front of the Red Keep, placing an invisible bind on her before making his way into the castle. "Stay here girl."

As Theodore stepped into the shadowed throne room, he could feel the dark magic pulsating around him. Gently he placed Hermione on the stone-cold floor before kneeling down himself. "My Lord, I have brought her and the eggs just as you desired as well as some parchment, she seems to be in communication with someone." His voice tinged with confidence and trepidation.

Voldemort's red eyes gleamed with wicked delight. "Well done, Theodore" he hissed. "You have proven to be a loyal servant and the dragon's Theodore?"

A worried expression etched onto Theo's face. "My Lord, one is by the Red Keep." Pulling the bag from his shoulder and placing the remaining two at Voldemort's feet. "The others have not hatched, my lord. Also, this Targaryen girl is a Mudblood, Hermione Granger she is Potter's golden girl."

"Excellent" Voldemort hissed as a slight grin appeared onto his snake-like face. "You've brought me the golden girl and it seems she is in contact with the order. Now Un petrify her." Voldemort commanded.

Theodore approached Hermione's petrified body, feeling her eyes locked onto him. He began whispering the incantation lifting the spell that turned her to stone. As the color returned to her face, Voldemort circled her like a predator with a malicious smirk.

Hermione's eyes bulged with fear and confusion etched her face. "No, No WHERE ARE MY DRAGONS, WHY AM I HERE! HOW?" Fear laced every single word she spoke, tears swelling in her eyes.

"Now, Now Mudblood, Potter's golden girl, Dragon Princess. Let's see what lies in your mind."

With nothing but a cruel smile, the Dark Lord delved aggressively into Hermione's mind, using his legilimency attempting to pry the steel doors open, unsuccessful in each attempt Voldemort viciously pulled from her mind his red eyes piercing hers. Hermione cried in agony as she dropped to the ground, blood seeping through her eyes. "Mudblood your death will be a delight." Voldemort raised his wand, the tip glowing green as the incantation began to fall from his lips "AVADA-"

"My lord, wait! She must be alive for the dragons to be born." Theodore called out. Voldemort froze, his wand hovering with uncertainty.

"Very well, Mudblood, you can thank him for your life being spared at this moment." Voldemort hissed before retreating back to his throne. Hermione looked over towards the familiar voice with wide eyed fear as he emerged from the shadows.

"Rhako…?" Her voice tinged with pain and betrayal, "how could you?"

A sinister smirk formed onto Theodore's face as he removes the enchanted pendant from his neck, Hermione watched in disdain as his Dothraki form deteriorated his long black hair became short and curled, his tan skinned paled, and his full beard gone showing off his sculpted face.

"Theodore? Wha-" Hermione's eyes welled with tears causing Theodore to let out a sadistic laugh whilst mocking the words that came out of her mouth. "It was you-" tears began streaming down her cheeks as she choked on her words. "This entire time... it was you?"

"Theodore? Wha-" he mocked "there my little mudblood, it was all a lie to get you here and you let yourself fall right into me, can I say I'm quite happy that is over, kneeling to a mudblood was pitiful." Theodore laugh "Possibly just as bad as fucking one." Theo taunted Hermione with forced gagging sounds. Her tears only bringing him more sadistic joy.

"No need to cry now Granger." Turning his attention back to Voldemort. "My Lord, I have fulfilled my mission, now I must insist that I have my wife back, I want Pansy back my lord."

"Wife? I want my dragons! I will burn you alive" Hermione interrupted, "SERAPHUS!" she began screaming. "DRAC-" Before she could get the fiery command out Theodore unleashed the cruciatus curse on her, watching as her body fell to the ground thrashing against the cold stone.

"Darling, it's quite rude to interrupt." He sneered in amusement watching the pain course through her body before giving his attention back to the Dark Lord. "My wife?"

"Ah, Theodore, always keeping a deal. Very well, you may have your precious Pansy back. But only once Draco arrives, He will be collecting the mudblood and her dragons. You may all leave together."

"Yes, My Lord."

Theodore's eyes flickered with anger and desperation; he had fulfilled his mission now he had to wait on fucking Malfoy? Where was the bloke anyways? Frustrated with waiting Theodore conjured up a cigarette and a bottle of firewhiskey as he watched Hermione's body thrash against the ground, unamused only wanting the satisfaction of his wife.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MALFOY?" was the only thought in his mind.