Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

I must thank again two people, Curse Weaver who is more than a beta, a good teacher and friend. I also need to thank my other brain, somebodyinthedark, who gives me so much help with the translations and helped me work through the prophecy; your help and friendship is invaluable.

I hope that the initiation is to your liking. I also provided dessert at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!


Chapter 7: The Initiation
Hermione felt the cold shackles clamp down around her wrists, leaving no room for movement. Her head was spinning as she was trying to comprehend why she had been chained to the altar. No one had told her anything about the Knights initiation. Hermione tried to remain calm and focus on her surroundings.

As she slowed her breathing The Dark Lord began to speak, ”We gather together as The Knights of Walpurgis to induct another into the brotherhood of the Knights.”

Hermione, as she gazed upward could see that Tom was in his glory as he lectured to his Knights.

”We bring strength and power to our assemblage as we bring someone as strong and capable and intelligent as Hermione into our throng.”

Looking down at Hermione he addressed her, “Hermione, do you come on your own strength and volition?”

Hermione answered in a placid voice, “Yes my Lord. I come by my own choice and freewill.” The Dark Lord nodded at her affirmation.

Then he continued with his discourse, “There are five areas that one must pass through in order to become one of the Knights,” Tom looked carefully at Hermione as he explained, “You must accomplish your tasks in all five areas or you will not be inducted into the Knights. “

Each member of the Knights of Walpurgis remembered their own initiation. They knew what fate soon awaited Hermione.

“The five areas that you will be tested in…“ Hermione tried to listen attentively even though her thoughts were whirling around in her head, ranging from the food that she wished she had eaten three hours ago to wondering what color boxers Tom was wearing right now.

”The areas are first, Endurance, second, Loyalty, third, Sacrifice, fourth Cunning and the fifth area is always suited to the individual’s greatest strength; yours happens to be your intelligence.”

Hermione’s nose twitched as the smell of the melting wax dripped from the candles that encompassed the room. Feeling all of the eyes in the shaded room on her made her feel smaller than she really was.

Trying to summon the courage she felt before she had entered the room she boldly said, “I respectfully ask that we go ahead with the first test.”

“Eager are we Hermione?” asked the Dark Lord. ”The test of Endurance is to prove to me that you can be solid and resolute when you are assigned a task. You must learn to submit to my will as your superior.”

Hermione silently nodded her head as the Dark Lord continued, “As you endure task #1, you show that you are unchangeable, that you won’t break or collapse. If you cannot complete task #1 you will be obliviated so as not to remember the Knights or our mission.” The Dark Lord was now silent as his eyes leveled on Hermione.

The group of Knights moved forward until they all were surrounding the Dark Lord, the altar and Hermione. She felt like all of the air was being sucked out of her space.

“Look at me, Hermione as you undergo your task of Endurance.” The darkness enveloped Tom fully and his eyes quickly changed to a pitch black, flecked with burning gold embers. He raised his wand arm in a loud voice shouted out, “Crucio.”

Hermione didn’t think that she would ever have to feel the torture of the Cruciatus Curse again, but here she was enduring the curse given to her from the Master of the Crucio. Once again Hermione heard called out the dreaded curse, “Crucio.” and the bone crunching, breathtaking curse radiated throughout her whole body. Watching Hermione closely, Tom felt great pride as Hermione endured the curse, time after time, without any screams or tears.

Hermione remembered back to the war when she was captured at Malfoy Manor. She thought back to being tortured by Belletrix Lestrange repeatedly with the Cruciatus curse.

Lucretia, watching, was stunned that the Dark Lord persisted with the Endurance task. Most initiates only had to endure the curse five times; Hermione was on her seventh. Alphard looked at Lucretia with the same concern in his eyes. How much more was Hermione able to sustain. What was The Dark Lord expecting of Hermione by using the Cruciatus on her more than any other prospective Knight?

Hermione was sagging at the altar and felt her body and soul breaking. The tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. The dark magic in the air was making Hermione’s own magic erratic. She felt a power growing inside of her as Tom focused all of his magic and force on her. Looking deep within the Dark Lord’s eyes, she pushed back with her own energy and magic and felt a pulse racing inside of her that was swelling bigger and bigger. As the potency of the darkness struck Hermione she shrieked and manifesting her control, she forcibly blasted the cuffs and chains off of her body, sending them flying across the room. On wobbly legs she stood and the blood dripped off of her hands and down her arms.

To say the Dark Lord was stunned would be an understatement. With awe and respect the assembly of Knights all bowed in acknowledgement of Hermione’s show of force.

Hermione, maintaining eye contact with the Dark Lord whispered in a hoarse voice, “Is task #1 complete my Lord?”

With a very rare smile ever seen on the Dark Lord during one of these rituals he exclaimed, “Knights of Walpurgis, are we in agreement that Hermione MacMillan has successfully completed task #1?”

With a surrounding chorus of “Yes, my Lord,” from the Knights, the Dark Lord nodded his head at Hermione. “Test #1 is complete; on to test #2, your test of Loyalty and taking the blood oath.”

Hermione gave a weak laugh; “Well I already have blood on hand to use, don’t I?” she asked as she held up her wrists over the altar and the blood dripped down and spattered across the face of the altar. The Dark Lord, raising his wand cast a healing spell on Hermione’s wrists, “Curatio Intus.” The bleeding stopped instantly and Hermione felt the flesh on her wrists heal. To see an act of mercy performed by the Dark Lord was astounding to the Knights. If there was any doubt in their minds about Tom’s feelings for Hermione, those doubts were erased at this very instance.

“Hermione, you will now undertake test #2, your test of loyalty,” the Dark Lord continued with the initiation. “You will show your loyalty to me by taking a blood oath. Only by showing your fidelity to me will you be able to become a true Knight of Walpurgis.”

Hermione was feeling very lightheaded after her blood loss and started swaying. With the Knights still encircling Hermione and the Dark Lord, several pairs of hands reached out to help Hermione from falling.

Hermione, not wanting to disgrace herself in front of the Dark Lord of the Knights, summoned her inner strength, grounded herself and yelled, “Stop!” as she kept herself from falling. All hands reaching out backed off immediately. Once again the Dark Lord felt his impressions confirmed watching Hermione summon such power.

“Abraxas and Lucretia come forward to assist in the ritual.” Abraxas brought out his wand and reached for Hermione’s hand. Speaking the words, “Diffindo,” he cut open Hermione’s palm; while at the same time Lucretia was using the same spell to cut open the Dark Lord’s palm. Lifting up Hermione’s hand, the Dark Lord placed his palm against Hermione’s to allow their blood to mingle.

“Hermione, you will repeat after me, stating your own name where needed,” this was almost said with a slight grin, “I… state your full name,” said the Dark Lord.

“I, Hermione Jean MacMillan…” stated an intense Hermione.

“Give my mind, my body and my soul to the Dark Lord,” the words fell crisply off of the Dark Lord’s lips.

“Give my mind, my body and my… soul to the Dark Lord,” and a part of Hermione’s soul flinched as she promised her soul to the Dark Lord.

“Even until death will I serve him as a Knight of Walpurgis,” The Dark Lord watched Hermione closely as each part of the vow was given to her to gauge her reaction and acceptance.

“Even until death will I serve him as a Knight of Walpurgis,” Hermione uttered, not faltering as she said any of the words.

Abraxas, raising his wand again cast out a black smoky rope that wrapped around the Dark Lord and Hermione’s wrists and said these words to seal the ritual, “Corpus, Ratio, Animusque.” As the mystical rope wrapped around their wrists and the ritual words were spoken, a small wind started swirling around the Dark Lord and Hermione. It started blowing faster and stronger until the circle of Knights was pushed back by the force of the winds.

Hermione could feel her breathing becoming shallow. As she looked over at the Dark Lord, she could see he was experiencing the same thing, having difficulty breathing. Hermione tried to pull her hand away, but to no avail; it was as if their hands were cemented together. They felt the burning start at the tips of their fingers, and then it flowed down their hands, along their arms and then spreading out to all of their limbs. To the rest of the Knights they only saw that the Dark Lord and Hermione were engulfed in flames.

“Do you feel that Hermione? Do you feel the burning?” the Dark Lord asked as he gazed into Hermione’s half lidded eyes.

Hermione responded by nodding her head slowly and she felt the burning increase from the inside out. “Oh, Tom, it feels so…” Hermione tried to explain how she was feeling.

“Yes, love, I am feeling the same thing. It is touching us body, mind and soul; Corpus, Ratio, Animusque, just as the ritual words said.” Tom knew that no one else could hear what they were saying as they were engulfed in the protection of the Eternal Flames.

“I know that this may sound odd Tom, but it feels like a compilation of getting a long awaited gift, acing a test and the best orgasm you have ever experienced.” she explained while laughing.

Tom licking his dry lips said, “Of course you would have to mention the test, but I’m glad that you mentioned the orgasm love, because I have more of that to give you later tonight,” he said provocatively.

As Tom and Hermione were safe within the Eternal Flames, the rest of the Knights were backed up against the walls of the room because of the intensity of the heat and flames. No one had ever seen this happen before during the initiation ritual.

“Hermione, would you like for me to explain about the flames?” Tom knew that curiosity was getting the best of her.

“Of course I do Tom. I’m really not in a position right now to head off to the library and research what is happening; am I?” she said sarcastically.

Giving Hermione a scathing look he started to explain, “There are many Dark Gods that are pleased tonight that you have combined your power with mine. The Eternal Flames are their way of showing their pleasure and acceptance of you as one of my Knights.”

Hermione felt awed by Tom’s words. Never before had she known or felt that she was as powerful as Tom said. It was only because of him that she was becoming such a powerful witch.
There was greediness in her soul that made her want to become the most powerful witch in the world. Never before had she felt such longing in her soul. Hermione, not realizing where this feeling was coming from, would later understand that it occurred once Tom and Hermione’s souls had connected.

Tom looked up to the ceiling and shouted, “Consummatum est,“ and the flames died down until they were extinguished. Carefully looking around the room, Tom and Hermione saw all of the Knights lying prostrate on the floor with their arms over their heads. Carefully observing, they noticed the charred walls, door and the smell of smoke in the room. The most surprising thing of all was that neither the Dark Lord nor Hermione were burned at all. They had been untouched, all except for one thing. As they pulled apart, they noticed their cuts were sealed. In place of the wounds were twin tattoos of the Eternal Flames on their hands; her right hand and his left.

“We have been marked by the Gods this night as keepers of the Eternal Flames.“ Tom reached out to caress her cheek. “This is a great honor bestowed upon us.”

Lucretia seeing the twin tattoos shouted out, “Oh Hail to Salazar Slytherin, they have been bonded!” Hermione turned quickly to look at Lucretia and then turned her questioning gaze towards Tom for answers.

“Yes, Lucretia, she is the one the prophecy foretold about.”

Hermione feeling light headed again leaned against the altar, “What prophecy Tom?”

The Dark Lord looking around the room gestured to his Knights. “They all know about the prophecy. It was given by a great seer 200 years ago.”

Looking back at Hermione he continued, “When I found out that I was indeed the heir of Salazar Slytherin I took great interest in this prophecy as most people would have.”

Hermione whispering softly said, “Tell me about this prophecy, what does it say about me?” As Tom looked at Hermione’s beautiful amber colored eyes and full, pouting lips all he wanted to do was kiss her at the moment. It felt like this ritual would never end and his bed was calling for them. Tonight he would make Hermione his lover and fully love her like he had been wanting to.

“The prophecy love, please?” Hermione pleaded for the knowledge she was desperately seeking.

Taking Hermione’s hand in his, he said, “I know this prophecy by heart, it says…”

{He, who was born from the Slytherin blood,
holds the most power and skill.
The Slytherin heir shall be gifted with a mate
of equal power and skill.
As they are bonded, they shall rule and
be graced by the God’s blessing.
The two shall create a world
where the superior shall reign and where their child
will someday rule supreme.}

As Tom finished telling Hermione about the prophecy she could hardly breathe. With the bonding completed, half of the prophecy had already come to pass. With all of the changes in her life she was powerless to stop the tide. The bigger problem was that she wasn’t sure that she wanted to stop the prophecy from coming true, especially after what had happened tonight.

“Knights, this part of the initiation is almost complete for tonight. All that is left is for Hermione to receive her assignments to complete tasks three through five; Sacrifice, Cunning and especially for her, the use of her great intelligence.“

Looking around the room full of Knights, Hermione wondered if there were any that doubted her or the Dark Lord. Did they really believe in her great intelligence? Would they accept her as an equal partner to their Dark Lord?

Reaching out to turn Hermione’s face back to his he explained, “For the sacrifice, you will need to decide something or someone that you hold dear. You must eliminate them or it all for the good in the name of the Knights.”

Hermione’s eyes got very big when she realized she was looking at the thing she held most dear in 1944; it was him, Tom, the Dark Lord. That was why she was here in 1944 to do away with him, but the scenario had changed so much the past few months.

Paying attention again she heard Tom explain more, “The task to use your cunning and intelligence will require you to hunt down something I desire to own, Rowena Ravenclaw’s Diadem. I must,“ he overemphasized the must part, “have the Diadem as part of our quest to rule over the impure and reign supreme as purebloods.”

Hermione’s brain was swirling at the thought of researching about the Diadem and working on such a task. Tom laughed out loud when he saw the look on Hermione’s face. Some of the Knights were taken aback to see the Dark Lord smiling and laughing during one of the Knights rituals. All present had observed how Hermione had changed the Dark Lord, but they also were aware that she was becoming someone to reckon with and not to cross.

“I knew that this task would be to your liking and more so, be something that you will be successful with. This initiation ritual is now completed.” All of the Knights bowed down together on one knew as the Dark Lord started to leave. Pulling Hermione up he said, “Come Hermione, we have more business between us tonight.” As Tom and Hermione left the room, Alphard and Abraxas just grinned at one another as they knew what business Tom had planned for Hermione.



“Tom, why do I have to wear this blindfold?” Hermione whined at Tom.

“Because my love, I don’t want you to know where I am taking you.” If Hermione could have rolled her eyes she would have. “Don’t you love it when I state the obvious?” Tom asked in a teasing voice.

“Now would probably not be a good time for snarkiness would it?” Hermione teased back.

“Not when I am leading you around blindfolded, no!” Tom squeezed her hand. “Anyhow, we are here.”

Hermione felt herself being led into a room. As the blindfold was taken off, Hermione looked around her. The room was beautifully decorated in silver, dark green and plum colors. A table was set with a roast chicken, potatoes and salad for dinner. A fine wine was set out ready to consume. A roaring fire was burning in the fireplace, warming the room. A comfortable looking couch was placed in front of the fire. Off in the corner was a huge four-poster, King Size bed. As Hermione looked around the room in awe, she felt very special. Somehow Tom had arranged all of this for her. Looking around again, she figured that this was probably the Room of Requirement, having used it many times herself in the future.

To gather her attention back to him, Tom grasped her in his arms tightly and swung her around the room. “I knew Hermione, I just knew it,” he said as he slid her down the front of him.

“Knew what Tom?” Hermione asked wading in the aura of good feelings and love floating around the room.

Kissing the top of her head he replied softly, “I knew you were the one from the prophecy,“ he stated firmly, “Within a matter of a few days, watching you and listening to you. I just knew you were going to be mine.” Hermione snuggled as close to Tom as she could by wrapping her arms tightly around Tom’s torso. “Come Hermione, there is a wonderful meal that I had prepared and I am famished.” Tom led Hermione to her seat at the decorated table.

“Yes, I’m sure you are. Casting the Cruciatis Curse eight times really takes a lot out you doesn’t it?” Hermione said brazenly.

Tom shooting his characteristic eyebrow skyward gave Hermione a threatening glare. “Hermione… I really wouldn’t go there if I were you.”

“But I do want an answer If I am to be your mate, your equal, then you need to treat me as such,” she said as she defended her line of questioning.

Tom picked up his spoon and tapped at his glass of wine. Now it was Hermione’s turn to stare back at him with a menacing glare.
“Ok, Hermione, I will tell you why,“ he said as he pointed his spoon at her, “You are stronger than you think you are and I needed to prove it to you and the Knights.” Tom picked up his fork and started to eat his chicken. “Mmm, this almost tastes as good as you,“ he said suggestively.

Hermione, not able to stay angry with him after that comment and watching the way he ran his tongue over his lips; stood up and took her heavy, green robes off. As the robes hit the floor so did Tom’s fork. As he looked Hermione up and down he realized that the chicken would have to wait.

“Bloody Hell woman; why didn’t someone tell me that you had nothing on under those robes,“ Tom croaked out as he eyed her hungrily.

Quickly rushing to Hermione he scooped her up in his arms and dropped her onto the King sized bed. Uttering a quick disrobing spell, Tom, like Hermione, lay naked and wanting on the bed. As Tom crawled on the bed towards Hermione, she scooted backwards towards the pillows. As he crawled towards her he looked like a tiger stalking its prey. This time, Hermione was unafraid and wanting Tom as much as he wanted her. She needed all of him tonight. Feeling the full length of Tom’s body pressing down into hers she pressed back with equal fervor. As Tom was raining kisses down the side of Hermione’s neck, she was rubbing small circles up and down Tom’s back. Every touch and every movement only intensified their senses. There was no doubt in either of their minds that tonight their love would be consummated; just how quickly and how many times were the questions still to be answered that night.

“I never ever thought I would feel as strongly about someone as I do you, my love,” said Tom as he placed kisses on her collarbone; then swirling his tongue down her chest and around each breast; finally stopping to pluck a sweet nipple into his mouth. As he sucked on one breast and then feasting on the other he looked up at Hermione, “I told you that you tasted better than the chicken.”

He winked at Hermione as he tickled her sensitive nipples with his locks of hair. “I think I am still hungry though.“ Then Tom conjured up a jar of sweet, chocolate syrup.

Hermione with her interest piqued watched Tom as he dribbled chocolate syrup over each breast and especially covering her nipples. “Oh, that’s so cold and it tickles,“

Tom, leaning down covered her breast with his mouth and licked and sucked up the syrup with long, sensuous strokes. “Does it still tickle?” he asked as he licked his lips. Hermione could only give him a deep moan as he once again consumed his dessert on her other breast.

Once again he picked up the jar of syrup and trickled a stream of chocolate down her sternum, to her belly and to her womanhood. Tom, acting as if this was his last supper, was partaking of every drop of syrup that had landed on Hermione’s skin. As he stopped to lap the stickiness out of her navel, Hermione wiggled around wanting to get her hands on the chocolate.

“No, Hermione, hold still.” he grinned at her, “It’s not your turn yet.”

He once again started to lick a trail down her body until he came to the crème de la crème of his feast. As he spread Hermione’s legs wide he settled in between them and finding her soft spot, he licked and stroked until Hermione was bucking against his mouth. Not letting her down for a moment he sucked softly on her clit, as the bud grew wider, sending shock waves through Hermione. As he plunged two fingers inside of Hermione, pumping in and out, he continued to favor attention on Hermione’s super sensitive spot that soon sent her in waves of orgasmic ecstasy. Tom, feeling great satisfaction, watched as Hermione moaned his name as wave after wave of orgasm rippled throughout her body.

Looking up at Tom, she made eye contact with him and said, “Oh Tom, I like chocolate so much better on the outside of my body than inside.” And then she giggled wildly as she noticed Tom had chocolate spread from ear to ear. “Come here my lover, I need to help you clean up from your dessert.”

Tom climbed back up the bed and leaned in to kiss Hermione’s mouth. She sucked his lips loving the taste of chocolate and her on his lips.

Scooting and sitting up she demanded, “On your back, my Lord, it’s time for my dessert.” Hermione noticed the eyebrow shooting up but Tom complied and lay down as Hermione straddled him around his waist. Taking the jar of chocolate syrup in her hand she stuck her pointer finger in the syrup and drew it out, sticking it in her mouth. Slowly she sucked on her finger and licked all around her finger. Once again, she inserted her finger into the syrup. Once again she lavished attention on her finger, but this time she started moving up and down on Tom each time she took a stroke of chocolate into her mouth.

Before long, Tom was moaning, “Woman, you are killing me here,”

Hermione innocently asked, “Aren’t you enjoying the show? I thought you would be happy to see me enjoying my dessert.”

Growling a little he complained, “I would enjoy it more if you were licking that chocolate off of something else you vixen.”

Hermione, looking contemplative, tapped her fingers on her lips, “Let’s see, what else could I deluge with chocolate, then slowly lick around and around and up and down to finally consume all of the chocolate.“ She mused.

Underneath her, Hermione could feel Tom’s length hardening and growing and she scooted backwards and dribbled the chocolate over the full length of his cock. Tom rose to his elbows and watched Hermione with great anticipation as she looked up and grinned, and then she stuck out her tongue and licked her own lips. Tom just groaned, “Oh, no more teasing,” and Hermione noticed his member twitching. Then quickly she leaned down and took a long swipe along the length of him. Again, she swiped the underside of his cock and then finally, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, she satisfied Tom and soon he was coming in her mouth.

Taking charge again, he slid her underneath him and he preceded to kiss every spot on Hermione’s body that he felt needed some attention. Soon, Hermione was wanting more than kisses and so was Tom again.

“Are you ready to be mine; I feel like we have waited for so long,” said Tom breathlessly.

Hermione spreading her legs wide said, “Please, now, I don’t want to wait anymore. I have never ached for something so much as I have to feel you inside of me.”

Hearing Hermione gasp out those words Tom drove himself inside her wetness. Filling her fully he thrust in and out while Hermione wrapped her legs firmly around Tom’s waist. Moving together in perfect rhythm, Tom plunged himself into his love until they both were ready to burst wide open. Hermione came first as she contracted around Tom’s length and soon he came to, filling her with his seed as he collapsed on top of her.

“Now that was the best dessert I have ever partaken of,” said Tom, kissing Hermione softly on her swollen lips. “When can I have some more?” he asked in his husky voice.

With very dreamy eyes and a little wantonness, Hermione said, “Any time that you want.” It was that statement, Hermione surmised, that brought the biggest smile she had ever seen on Tom Riddle’s face.


So how did you like your dessert? I know that I will never eat chocolate the same again!! Coming in chapter 8: Tom and how he is really feeling for Hermione.

**Curatio Intus=healing within

**Corpus, Ratio, Animusque= body, mind, soul

**Consummatum est=It is finished