Compulsion | Harry Potter and Voldemort Mpreg |

Compulsion {Chapter 9} Basically Harry trying to convince Hermione to turn Dark.

Harry and Hermione sat in the library, books open while Ron slept next to them. It was several weeks after the beginning of the year and Harry had gotten used to the odd looks people had been throwing his way since he came back, along with all the questions of his disappearance. All of Gryffindor had sat in the common room the first night and had demanded answers from the teen on what happened. Harry gave them a sob story about his supposed capture and torture during the summers. Many on the girls had given him hugs and attempted to cuddle him to, as they said 'make him feel better'. It was the most awkward moments of his life. Breasts pressed against him from all around as the girls cried on his shoulders. It wasn't any wonder he preferred Voldemort. Even the few weeks after he had girls come up to him and hug him. Telling him he would be alright. Hermione, the traitor, would snicker. 'They just want to help you Harry. They must have heard you were captured and want to help.', she said. It was still awkward. He didn't know half of them that came up to him. Giving him hugs, telling him that if ever felt bad he could come to them and they would take care of him. He didn't want to think about what their version of 'taking care of him' was.

Now, finally, they had begun to stop. He still got these piteous looks from the girls and jealous ones from the guys. He didn't care either way as long as they stopped touching him.

"Harry, are you paying attention?"

Harry nodded and looked over at Ron, who was still sound asleep. "Hey, Hermione. Can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course Harry, you can talk to me about anything." She looked at him and closed her book. Something in his voice sounded serious.

Harry fidgeted in his seat. Here goes nothing. "You know I was captured but what I left out was..." He sighed. "Voldemort wasn't the one who tortured me."

Now this, she found hard to believe but Harry wouldn't lie about something like this..."What do you mean he didn't torture you. You said-"

"I know what I said and I was but it wasn't by Voldemort's wand. It was some low life Death Eater stationed as my guard who did it. It was always Crucio so I would so no outward signs of anything harmful. Voldemort wasn't around half the time so he wouldn't have noticed but he didn't raise a wand to me. Never. I mean he wasn't nice, he still taunted and insulted me but he never raised his wand against me."

"I find that hard to believe he didn't hurt you. He wants to kill you!"

"If he wanted to kill me then why didn't he when he had the chance?"

Hermione had nothing to say to that. He did have more than enough time to kill Harry if he had wanted to. So why didn't he? She stared at him, her brows furrowed in thought. Harry smirked inwardly. He had gotten her thinking and that was the best thing he could do.

"I-I don't know Harry. Maybe he was waiting for the right moment?"

Harry scoffed and stared at her. "I was there for close to three months. What opportunity could he have possibly been waiting for? And to not even so much as touch me while I was there."

She shook her head. None of this made sense; this wasn't what she was expecting. I mean it was V-Voldemort and he had his enemy right there! Why not torture and kill him? Not that she wanted it but it just didn't make any sense.

The boy looked at her. Now, to add another thought for her to stew on. "You know, he told me something while I was there. I'm not saying it's true but it makes sense."

"Harry you can't possibly believe anything that monster said!" She whispered fiercely.

Harry wanted to snap at her for calling his lover a monster but he couldn't, so he just shook his head. "I'm not saying I do, it's just what he said...it sounds true."

"Then what was it?" This was so surreal. Talking about the Dark Lord in any positive light.

"He implied that Dumbledore knew how terrible the Dursley's were."

"No! That can't be true! Surly, if Dumbledore knew he would have taken you away!"

Harry shook his head. "No, I don't think he would. Dumbledore claims I have to stay there for the wards. Surly that's not the only safe place I could have been placed? Why not with a teacher, or at Hogwarts? With the Weasley's?"

"Then he must not have known?"

"Ten years and no one checks up on me? Not a single person checked up on me. I didn't know magic existed until I got my acceptance letter. He must have known. He just didn't care. At least with the Dursley's I'm out of the way. I came out alive, that's all that matters to him. If he cared, don't you think he would make sure his oh so precious, Boy-Who-Lived was safe and cared for?"

"He placed you with family; he must have assumed they would have told you and treated you right?"

Harry rolled his eyes. Maybe she wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He wasn't going to give up though. "Yes, then when I came here first year and went into the Hospital Wing the first time and no one noticed I was small? Malnourished. I lived in a cupboard for all my life, I'm sure that had profound effects on my body and nothing was said? The only reason I can think of is he knew. He knew and told Madame Pomfrey not care or that it was being dealt with or whatever lie he spun. "

Hermione had no response for that. It was true. Harry had been rather small their first year and if his life was anything like he had said, then yes, his body would defiantly show it. Someone had to know but didn't do anything. It couldn't be Madame Pomfrey, she cares too much about her job and students to look over something like that. The only other person would be Dumbledore...but no! He wouldn't have done something like that to Harry! To let him suffer in that house like that! Harry was right, surly there were other places just as secure he could have been placed, so it wasn't about the wards. She hated deifying the Headmaster like this but there was no other explanation.

Harry could see her thinking about it and it made his happy. Maybe this will work after all. "Think about it. I'm left with Muggles, no one checks on my for ten years, surly I have some problems from the way I was raised, if you can call it that and why was it not commented on, by no one?"

She started at him and sighed. She didn't want to think about this, to think ill of the Headmaster. There had to be a better reason. There just had to be! "I'll think about it Harry."

Harry nodded and smiled at her before looking back down at his books. Now, a little more help to start making her doubt Dumbledore, then we can start on bringing her to Voldemort. That was going to be the hardest part. If he can't, he can at least try for neutral. As long as she was safe, he didn't was his best friend dead.

.:.:.

Harry sighed from his spot in the Astronomy tower. He missed Voldemort. It's been three months since he had been at Hogwarts and he hated it. Being here and away from his lover. He could wait until Christmas. He hadn't made much progress in Hermione doubting Dumbledore, well at least it seemed like it. He had asked her about Sirius and why didn't the ever so prestigious Headmaster even try to get him out of Azkaban or even get him a trial. Hermione had only said there must have been a reason. He was growing frustrated with her. Why could she just see Dumbledore wasn't perfect? That he wasn't the man she thought he was. He would give it a few more months before giving up. He had to try. He didn't want to lose his closest friend.

But he was growing doubtful and restless.

Christmas just could come fast enough.