《Grandstand Failed [Tomione] ✓》Chapter 2
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As the fearsome Dark Lord stood under the hot spray of the luxurious shower (courtesy of the Malfoys), the ashen man couldn't help but ponder over the words of the girl he had dubbed as Undesirable #2. In no certain script had he confirmed to cease fire, though he supposed the battle that had ensued determining which male of the prophecy would live and which would die would be the final marker.
He had survived. The Potter boy had not.
Years of meticulous planning had boiled down to one short event that had resulted in him receiving a scolding that he assumed was what felt like when a mother admonished her child for misbehaving and although he felt thoroughly disgusted at himself for allowing such filthy scum that had managed to evade the unforgiving clutches of his Death Eaters to disrespect him in such a manner, he couldn't help but think of the unequivocally degrading points she had highlighted regarding his life that were true.
Attempting to assassinate the Potters had been a brilliant idea in his mind as he had sat inebriated in his favoured rocking chair by the fireplace in the room he had claimed as his own in a manor that could oust him if it so wished. Using Quirinus Quirrell as his live host in order to steal the Sorcerer's stone from the castle which he was the last surviving heir to had been another idea concocted through desperation for immortality. Possessing the life force and revealing the Chamber of Secrets' existence for a second time had been another costly mistake that destroyed one of his most cherished (and if one were to ask, favourite) horcruxes. From then on his winnings and losings began to fluctuate dramatically up until Dumbledore had died and now the little mudblood chit that he had heard about from Bellatrix's many stories on how she carved her like the filthy object she is had the nerve to make him question his actions?
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Through scion Malfoy, Lord Voldemort had determined that Hermione Jean Granger was an exceptionally intelligent student with OWLs that were on par with both himself and Dumbledore. Opting to drop out in hunt for his horcruxes rather than remain at Hogwarts to complete her education – not like the students that attended learnt much considering the unwanted presence of the Carrow Twins – she had no N.E.W.Ts to her name but Voldemort was certain she would have similar results as his younger self.
Perhaps if she were present in the nascent of his unintentional downfall – no, not her; just her memories would suffice – he could save himself the humility and insanity he had imposed on himself from creating too many horcruxes. The Ministry had missed in destroying two time turners; one that lay between the breasts of the girl he was plotting around and one they hadn't realised was in his possession due to their disbelief of his return. If Lord Voldemort could call on even a fragment of his past intellect, he was sure that he could manipulate the complex temporal magic of the time turner to be worked into a spell he could direct at her.
Wandlessly drying himself, the serpent-like man halted in front of a chest of drawers he warded heavily. Opening the middle one, he pulled out a silver chain with an intricate charm dangling from it. Turning to face the body length mirror, a malicious crimson glinted off of the seemingly innocent piece of jewellery as an evil smirk twisted his horrific features.
"Let the peripeteia begin."
Two months had passed and the reconstruction of Hogwarts was well under way. Allowing Narcissa to overlook the building, Lord Voldemort allowed himself a grin within the privacy of the Chamber of Secrets as the fabrication of his new spell now could be ticked as complete. Apparating to the Ministry, the fearsome man declared for a certain Hermione Jean Granger to be brought in front of him alive and unharmed.
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It wouldn't do for his self-made saviour to be weak in the presence of his younger self.
Although her arrival wasn't as prompt as he had demanded for it to be; three days later the pair found themselves sitting opposite each other in a warm room in the manor she was tortured in mere months ago.
"What do you want from me?" she had questioned immediately, ignoring the lack of other presence.
"You." The crimson eyed, snakey man stated simply as he steepled his spidery fingers together.
Hermione recoiled with a disgusted expression, "I'll have to decline-"
"Not in the manner that you are thinking," he interjected swiftly, "Though there is a possibility of it happening once I'm finished with you,"
"Finished? What do you mean-" before she could complete her sentence a silent, wandless stunner had hit her square in the chest leaving no time for her to react and defend herself.
"Sleep," Voldemort muttered as he lathered his magic onto her, forcing her to succumb into a lethargic state. Making haste, the Dark Lord ensured the girl had enough supplies to last her until his past self and she could find each other and read the notes he had addressed to each. Finally, he summoned a knife and slit their palms and grimaced as he allowed their blood to merge before chanting: "Et sanguis sanguinem tenetur in unum. Videtur quod votum non nocere aliis est non occidere. Mote it be."
A bright glow surrounded her sleeping and his crouched forms as the blood vow settled and was acknowledged by their magical cores. Nodding at its completion, Lord Voldemort summoned his wand and began hissing in the language of snakes all the while twisting his phoenix feather core wand in an intricate fashion. Striking his bone white wand in one final, sharp movement; the loud sound of disapparation resounded around the room as Hermione Granger disappeared from the timeline she originated in and became the covert saviour of the wizarding world that for which Dumbledore would never thank her for.
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