Riddle Her This

Disclaimer: Not mine. The Dark Lord made me do it!!!!

pinkwands: Yes, I suppose I do have a slight Sev obsession...

Shygirl: She's being cleverly manipulated...

Avanell: Yes, I have something for Slytherins full stop!

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Miepje: Thank you for liking this... yes I LOVE SS/HG myself. I hope you like the dress.

lisa and Dreamweaver: I would love to try Dream Whispering to.

Amelia: Hmm, food for thought... and I am blushing with the last few words....

How To Completely Shock The World

Minerva strode into the office, and scowled at the two dark haired men that were in her office.

“Severus, I expected you to be constantly keeping an eye on her,” she said. She gave a furtive glance to Harry. “As for you, Mr Potter, why aren’t you in bed?”

Harry glanced at Snape, and then he turned towards the headmistress.

“My scars hurting again, Headmistress,” he said. “I think that Voldemort is happy for some reason,” Harry said. “I thought he broke connection with me because he found the love stored within me too painful to bear.”

Minerva looked at the portrait of her dead husband and he nodded.

“And what of you, Severus?” she asked her young cousin sternly.

Snape avoided her gaze. “I’ve failed, Minerva,” he said. “One minute she was sleeping on my sofa. I looked down on my book to read a couple of pages, and when I looked up again, she was gone. I think he must have used Dream Whispering, to get her there.”

Minerva gasped. She sank down on her seat and then she looked up at Harry, his bewildered expression irked Snape, but Minerva found herself in two minds.

“What is going on here? What the hell is Dream Whispering?” Harry asked. “And don’t sugar coat the issue! I am fed up of that! I want the truth.”

Severus smirked, and he turned towards the boy. He was going to relish this.

“Your friend, Miss Granger, was given another time turner so that she could help the Order and do her school work at the same time.”

“Severus,” Minerva warned.

“He wants the truth, Minerva, and I think he’s old enough to hear certain things,” Severus replied, his dark eyes twinkling mischief. Minerva narrowed her eyes and threw her hands up in the air. “Where was I?” he wondered aloud deliberately.

“Hermione had a time turner,” Harry said between clenched teeth.

“Oh good, you can listen to me, I always wondered about that,” Severus said. “Anyway, she fell asleep whilst mucking about with it, and found herself in the year 1943. That was the last year of Minerva’s tutelage, and the first year of my mothers. Minerva was in the same year that Tom Riddle was in.”

“He was my Head Boy,” Minerva replied, resigned to the fact that the story was being told.

“Anyway, he took a shine to Hermione and sweet talked her into becoming a Slytherin. Whereupon, Tom took her as his latest conquest.”
“What did he make her do?” Harry asked.

“Do you really want me to be absolutely honest?” Severus asked cheekily. Harry just flashed him an angry look. “I see you do, well, they became lovers, Potter. My uncle, whom I take after, tried to talk her out of it. But others encouraged it.”

“Who?” Harry asked. He was beginning to feel slightly faint.

“Abraxus Malfoy, and Greta Black, I can’t remember her maiden name,” Severus enjoyed the reaction. Harry’s complexion had turned as green as sour milk. “Before Tom helped her get back to her own time he made her take the Unbreakable Vow, whereupon she promised to seek him out, serve him, and MARRY him.”

Harry held his stomach. He was really feeling queasy. Minerva watched him sway and she ushered him into a chair.

“And you let her out of your sight!” He hissed.

“He knows things, Harry. He used something called Dream Whispering,” Minerva said.

“What is that?” Harry asked.

“It is something that is not quite black, but not exactly white magic either. You see, Potter, you apparate into a dream. You then apparate from your dream to the dreamer you wish to seek. You encourage them to come into their own dream and then you take them to your own dream. You disapparate out of YOUR dream and thus the kidnap is complete,” Severus said.

Harry frowned; he was trying to work it out in his mind.

“That sounds complicated,” he said.

“It is,” Snape replied, “only powerful Wizards would dare attempt such a thing. You have to be pretty damn sure of your abilities to be able to do it.”

Harry shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Is there nothing we can do?” he asked. “Hermione is MY friend. He doesn’t even know how to like, let alone love.”

Severus walked up to the young man, and shook his head at him.

“Maybe that’s where we’re wrong,” he said.

“That’s the power he knows not, it just has to be,” Harry said, he was close to tears. He looked up at Albus. “It’s got to be, hasn’t it?”

“That’s what I believed,” Albus replied. “But even the best of us can be wrong.”

“Instinct, it has got to be instinct,” Harry said. “He can not love.”

Severus looked at the young man, and he sighed. He realised that this must be a blow for him, a very serious blow. They’d all have to start over again, he knew that, and that annoyed him, so he allowed Potter his frustrations.

“So, what can we do?” Minerva asked.

“I’ll see what I can do. I am bound to be invited to the wedding, I’ll come back and report to you immediately.”

Minerva nodded, and then she gave her cousin a weak, but encouraging smile. He smiled back and he held out his arms, and Minerva walked into them, Harry turned away. He felt somehow, as if he was in the way. Minerva broke free from Severus’ hug and then he turned to Potter, and held out his hand. Harry found himself accepting it, with much more grace than Sirius did.

“We should know by the end of the week,” Severus said. He looked at Harry once more before he tossed the floo powder in and yelled out the name of his residence. Harry was left feeling rather deflated. The anticlimax of it all disappointed him, he was sorely hoping to have been able to kill him, but how could he now? He was cousin to a Gryffindor. And Gryffindors look after their own.

~*~*~

Hermione woke up the following morning. It was dull and grey outside, and she blinked as she yawned. She stretched her arms and fell back on the pillow. She turned around and he was gone, but he had left a note on the pillow.

‘Worth the wait, Tom!’

She grinned, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad after all, she mused. The fact that he had left a note on the pillow indicated that she must have pleased him. She was grateful for that fact, if she hadn’t she might have never woken up at all.

She got up and dragged her knees under her chin and laid her cheek on them. She noticed a shimmering, green and silver gown hanging on the back of a chair in the corner. She got up and touched it. The silk slipped across her skin and she breathed a huge sigh as the fabric clung to her. She went in search of the bathroom. She opened a door that was set in the wall behind the bed and smiled at her good guesswork. She ran a basic bath, and soaped her body at a leisurely pace, and then she washed her hair.

When she had finished she stepped out of the bath, and towel dried her body, and put a drying spell on her hair. She picked up her gown, and found a green and silver bra and knicker set underneath the dress robe. Hermione put them on, and once she was dressed, after discovering a pair of silver sandals, she walked down the stairs.

“I’m in the Library,” his voice sounded in her head.

“Where’s that?” she asked back.

“Second to the right,” his voice replied.

Hermione nodded and walked in that door. He got up off his chair and walked around her appraising her body.

“You look beautiful,” he said. He tilted her chin up and kissed her. She moaned in his mouth, imagining it was the young Tom Riddle kissing her, and not Lord Voldemort, although in essentials they were the same person.

“Wow,” she breathed. He smiled as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

“You too,” he murmured. She blushed under his touch, and then he stepped away. He sat down and she decided to stand until he said so, he almost smiled at this wonderful gesture of submission, and respect. “You can sit, you know,” he said. He gestured a chair for her to sit in, and she sat. “You are to be my wife, and as such, my equal. I think I’ve explained this before, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Voldemort, you have,” Hermione said.

“Good, now please I don’t want you to feel like a slave. You are my Lady, and my Queen.”

Hermione blushed even further. Lord Voldemort liked her when she blushed; she looked cute and coy, and very usable. He steepled his sinuous fingers and kept his eyes on her.

“When are we to get married?” Hermione asked.

“When all my followers turn up,” he said. The wards of his house shook, and he grinned. “They are already turning up.”

Hermione nodded and then the door flung open, which revealed their first guest. Hermione turned around and saw Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy walk arm-in-arm. Hermione turned and gulped. Narcissa winked at her as she walked past and Hermione didn’t know what to do. Then Bellatrix and Rodolphus turned up… and then every other ten minutes Death Eaters came in the door, some of them Hermione remembered as Seventh years when she was a small tiny first year. She caught the lecherous grin of Marcus Flint. She tilted her chin up proudly and stared at him. He backed down.

“One left,” Lord Voldemort said.

Hermione scanned the room and realised whom it was that was missing, it was Severus. She decided to smooth down her dress for his arrival. Why that mattered, worried her. He wouldn’t care how she looked; he’d always be sarcastic to her.

The wards shook for the last time, and Severus Snape stepped into the room. Lord Voldemort grinned.

“Master,” he said, as he dropped to the ground and kissed the hem of Voldemort’s robes.

“Severus,” he hissed. “I believe you know my bride to be.”

“I tried not to, my Lord,” Severus replied sarcastically.

“Oh come on, Severus, if she could tempt me, then surely she can tempt you?” Lord Voldemort answered.

Hermione plucked up her Gryffindor courage, and some of her Slytherin snake bite, and walked up to her fiancée and took hold of his hand.

“I do not wish to be tempted by him, my Lord, for I have already slept with the best.”

Severus was shocked. He peered at her closely, and she looked different. Not least because he was now looking at a woman, rather than a girl. But there was something different about her eyes. They had hardened somewhat; they had lost some of that kindness that was there the previous night. Lord Voldemort turned around and looked down at her.

“Why thank you my dear,” he said. “I suppose I was lowering you a little with the suggestion that you should sleep with that!”

Severus hated Lord Voldemort. REALLY hated him. As soon as Potter got what he needed then he would gladly join wands to exact all the punishment on HIM that he deserved. He would think that by then, Hermione would not be the grieving widow. Yet, he would be there for her. He wanted her!

Bellatrix laughed, as she was within earshot. She then walked up to Hermione and took her hand, shooting Severus a mocking look. She brought Hermione within her circle of friends, and family.

“What was my aunt like as a young woman?” Narcissa asked.

“She was very beautiful,” Hermione replied. “She had similar sort of hair to Mrs Lestrange, and she had similar eyes to you.” Both Narcissa and Bellatrix preened under this. Their Lords chosen bride had just complimented them. “I am surprised none of you are objecting to this,” Hermione said.

“Why did you think we would?” Narcissa asked. “It is not in any of our place to undermine the decision of our Master. If he wants to marry you then so be it.”

Hermione nodded, and Bellatrix linked her arm through Hermione’s.

“This is so exciting,” she gushed, “so very exciting. Oh what wouldn’t I have given for my decrepit cousin to have seen you as Lady Voldemort.”

Hermione blushed ever further. She knew she should stop blushing, Tom had told her to hold her head up high, and be proud. But she found that to be very difficult.

“So,” a younger female Death Eater began, “have you been Marked yet?”

“You mean the Dark Mark?” Hermione asked.

They all nodded.
“No,” Hermione answered. “I suppose he’s waiting until we’re married.”

“Lucius is looking at you,” Narcissa said giggling.

Hermione turned around and he raised a glass to her and she nodded back.

“You don’t mind him looking at other women like that?” Hermione asked with a gasp of shock in her voice.

“No,” Narcissa said. “And if you were engaged to another more ordinary Death Eater, he probably would have tried something with you by now. It doesn’t make me jealous. I do the same with the younger men. In some ways I am disappointed that Harry Potter will never join us, I hear he is quite good looking.”

“Cissy!” Bellatrix exclaimed.

“Oh shut up, Bella, I know you would not mind educating him in the ways of women either!”

Bellatrix looked down on the floor and blushed. Hermione giggled. She swapped a knowing look to Narcissa and they both collapsed with laughter.

“I would not consent to lie with a half-blood no matter how good looking he is, Cissy, and you know that!” Bellatrix huffed, and then she stormed off to find someone else to talk to.

Hermione and Narcissa were in fits, and Narcissa had to wipe tears away from her eyes.

“The benefits of being the younger sister,” Narcissa said after she had calmed down. “You can always push the right buttons on your elder sister.”

“Aren’t you afraid of what she could do to you?” Hermione asked.

“No, should I be?” Narcissa asked. “Listen, when you’ve seen her with the cold and flu, and absolutely powerless to stop it, it takes the fear away I can tell you, she’s a right grumpy cow when she’s all stuffed up with a red swollen nose and her eyes all puffy.”

Hermione snorted, and then a silky voice murmured from behind.

“I am pleased to meet you properly, my father was quite right, you are a dish,” Lucius murmured.

Hermione giggled as he picked her hand up and kissed the back of it.

“So was your father,” Hermione replied, and then she walked off herself. Leaving Narcissa in more fits of giggles at her husband’s crestfallen look.

“EVERYONE!” Lord Voldemort roared. The party immediately quietened, as their Master was about to make a speech. “Today I commit to the Witch of my dreams,” Lord Voldemort said. The crowd decided to simper in approval. “I met her in 1943, and wanted to marry her then, but I knew that I had my own destiny to fulfil, and now I have fulfilled it, I can marry her. Thankfully, due to the fact that she went back in time she has not lost any of her youth, and good looks, she is still my angel. Hermione, you may step up.”

Hermione walked through the parted crowd, and she took his hand. He helped her up the dais, and he held her to his body, she gazed up at him.

“Now,” she whispered.

“Now,” he said. “I trust you have been thinking of your vows?”

She nodded. She turned around, and to her surprise Severus Snape stepped in front of them, he held out a scroll.

“As each vow is said, it will appear on the scroll, thus binding you two magically, and legally,” Severus said. He kept his eyes on Hermione. Merlin, she was pretty. She should be doing this with him.

“I, Hermione Jane Granger, pledge my heart, soul, mind and devotion to thee, my Lord and Master, I shall love thee to the end of our lives, and I shall remain loyally by thy side. Also, if it be required, I shall also be a loving mother, and will raise our children up, if there are to be any, in the ways of Salazar Slytherin,” she stepped up closer to him. “I shall do all this and more for thee, Lord Voldemort.”

The scroll had copied each and every word that Hermione had spoken aloud.

“I, Lord Voldemort, the Heir of Slytherin, shall indeed copy my wife in my loyalty, devotion and love. I, too, shall be a good father to any seed that we shall produce, and of course, shall raise it in the sacred ways of Salazar Slytherin.”

The scroll had also copied his words.

“It is time to sign the document,” Severus said. He handed them a special quill. Once the document was signed with this quill, there was no going back. Hermione signed hers. Hermione signed the document, HJG, and he signed it LV, and she noticed how the L curved snakelike around the V, it was rather an entrancing signature. The scroll rolled up and immediately vanished, to go to the vaults of the Ministry. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Lord Voldemort took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, and hungrily. Hermione’s body reacted.

“Thou art now Lord and Lady Voldemort!” Severus exclaimed, trying to keep the food and bile in his stomach. All the followers clapped and cheered. Strangely he wasn’t Marking her arm as part of the ceremony. This bewildered Bellatrix who gave a confused look to Narcissa. Narcissa returned the look with a shrug of the shoulders. Perhaps, after the honeymoon period is over, then he would.

~*~*~

Minerva McGonnagal had to make the announcement. The night before Severus had confirmed the marriage had proceeded as planned, and that strangely enough, he didn’t give Hermione the Dark Mark, she should just stand up and announce it. Probably half the Slytherins would know by now anyway. She stood up and coughed. She was being ignored. She put the wand to her throat and placed the Sonorous spell on her voice box.

“May I have your attention please?” she asked. The school stopped their babbling and they all turned to look at their Headmistress. “I have a rather alarming announcement to make. Some of you have been asking me where Hermione Granger is. I can finally tell you where she is. You see she had an accident that sent her back to 1943,” she breathed, “she turned up in my carriage on the first day of my last year of school, and in my last year there was a boy called Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle has since become Lord Voldemort.” She allowed the various responses of fear, indignation, and joy to stay the course. When the school had calmed down, she looked up at the pupils. “Tom Riddle took rather a shine to Miss Granger, and talked her into becoming the first and only Muggleborn to be a Slytherin. He sent her back to our time, but that was after he forced her into the Unbreakable Vow. She took it, one of the things she was forced to promise to do was to marry him when she got back!”

“WHY WASN’T THIS STOPPED?” Ginny roared getting to her feet.

“We would have stopped it, Miss Weasley, but -!”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” Ginny continued roaring. “HERMIONE ISN’T THE FIRST GRYFFINDORIAN HE’S USED. HE’S USED ME! I KNOW WHAT HE’S CAPABPLE OF. WHY WASN’T I TOLD?”

She stormed off and ran out of the hall in floods of tears. The school murmured at this sudden outburst of the Weaslette.

“What was that all about?” Seamus asked.

“I know,” Harry said. He got up and ran after her. “GINNY!” He yelled. He found her sunk on the floor in floods of tears, Harry sank down on the floor in front of her and took her small hands in his and tilted her chin up. “Ginny,” he whispered. “We’ll get her out of this, don’t worry.”

Ginny sniffed up her tears and hiccupped. She leant forward and wrapped her arms around his neck; he hugged her shivering body to him. She felt small and helpless in his arms.

Harry picked her up, and walked her over to the hospital wing; she leaned into him, letting him protect her. She turned her head into his chest, and something inside Harry swelled with pride. There was something about protecting Ginny that gave him all the pride in the world. With Ginny in his arms he felt complete.

~*~*~

Rufus Scrimgeour the Minister of Magic opened the latest Marriage scroll, and dropped it in absolute shock. He could not believe that this was happening. He closed it and thought of any possible way to hide this from the Daily Prophet. As soon as this information was leaked out his career was over. He knew that they would find out eventually, but ‘eventually’ could mean anything from five minutes to five years, and knowing the Daily Prophet, it would more likely be five minutes.

~*~*~

“I want this to be announced to the entire world,” Voldemort said, after he had post-marital sex with his new wife. She never ceased to amaze him. She was still dizzy, and she was still clinging tightly onto his back for support. “I want our love to be known throughout the world.”

“Yes,” she panted, “yes, lets announce it.”

Lord Voldemort smiled. He had her right where he wanted her. When she was fast asleep he slipped quietly from the bed and walked into another room in the house. He touched the Mark on his arm to call over Lucius Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy appeared.

“Master? I would have thought you would have been enjoying your bride?”

“I will when she wakes up,” Voldemort replied. “Lucius, I want you to put an announcement in the Daily Prophet for me. Make sure it mentions that we’re wildly in love. I am pretty certain that this would confuse the Potter brat.”

“Master, I am wondering two things,” Lucius said. “First thing, why haven’t you Marked her as one of us?”

“She is bound to me Magically and in the Marital way, there is no real need to Mark her. What is the second thing?”

“Can I have at least one night with her?”

“Absolutely not, Lucius, she is to remain loyal to me. You may like to play around but I will not have my wife turn into a common slut. She is Lady Voldemort now.”

Lucius frowned. “Not even as a reward if I do something you like, my Lord?”

“NO!” Voldemort roared. “And I, too, am bound to her in both those ways.”

Lucius sulked. “Very well, I shall post the announcement tomorrow, first thing!”

“Very good,” Lord Voldemort purred. “Now begone with you, Malfoy!”

~*~*~

The next morning Wizards and Witches all over the world gasped as they opened their copies of their national papers.

LORD VOLDEMORT IS WED! If the headlines screamed they would have sounded scared. Every single Minister for Magic in every single country felt the need to meet and discuss this situation. If the Dark Lord was wed to one of Harry Potter’s friends then that could mean disaster for the rest of the world. Never before has the world of Witchcraft and Wizardry agreed on one point. And that point was, we must interfere in this. Whoever the poor girl Miss Granger was then she must be rescued and placed in a safe place.

In one country, in a particular locker room, a dark haired young man slid on the floor of his changing room after he read the Bulgarian Prophet, and held his head in his hands.

“Poor Hermione,” he sobbed. “My poor, sweet girl.”

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