Nothing Breaks Like the Heart (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Voldemort didn't know what to say when he saw Hermione enter the room. He was thrilled to see Fenrir had listened to him and brought her in unharmed. He didn't; however, like the part where he had spanked her rear in front of him. He wanted to yell at the wolf, but he knew he would cause people to question him. After all, they (except for Lucius and Snape) didn't know he was Hermione's father. And he sure wasn't going to scare Hermione with the sudden blurting out that he was her real father. He wasn't shocked at all to see she had grew to be just as lovely as her mother. 

He wasn't surprised that Hermione didn't believe him about the peace treaty (same with the other two with her). Voldemort was able to breathe when she left with her friends as he felt his heart now able to beat in peace. He peered over to Snape and Lucius, silently pleading for any sign to show how well he was. They replied with a big thumbs up. Just as he left the parlor, he decided he wanted to take a moment to be with Jean. So he apparated from the hallway and found himself in the midst of the snowy forest. 

He walked through the snow about to reach where the grave was located when he froze in his track. Not by the coldness of the winds or the light fall of snow... but the sight of Hermione standing right in front of the grave. He attempted to walk away but he accidentally trip on his own robes. When he went to adjust his robes, he felt like he suddenly had a pair of eyes on him. 

"Voldemort? What are you doing here?" he froze even more as he slowly turned to find Hermione staring right at him. His mind began to race as he tried to figure out how to even explain his reasoning as to why he was even there in the first place. Voldemort cleared his throat as he finally came up with a lie. 

"I came to meet an old friend." He sort of lied. He knew he couldn't lie completely about the entire thing. If he had claim he was just wandering about, she would have her slight suspicion because why would he be here and not around the Manor. Hermione narrowed her eyes as she pointed to the stone. 

"You don't mean to tell me you knew my mother?" she asked with a serious tone. Voldemort pretended to be shocked. 

"Oh, she was you're mother. I did not know that. I am so sorry for your loss." Voldemort pretended to not to know her mother. Hermione nodded her head while she turned herself back towards the grave. 

"So how did you know my mother?" Hermione asked him. 

"We met down at a pub one night. A few years before I went to attempt to kill Harry Potter. She was the most kindest muggle I met. While people were staring me down, thinking I must be some weirdo. Anyway, your mother actually sat right beside me and we began talking it was the first time I felt a kind of warmth inside me. I told myself I wouldn't let anyone harm her. That she would be the only muggle that I would spare from the war." Voldemort explained, leaving out the part where he slept with her mother, "But then recently, I got a letter that had announce your mother's death." 

"Is that why you're calling off the war?" Hermione asked him. Voldemort nodded his head, leaving out the part where her mother asked him to look out for her. Hermione sighed. 

"So that would mean you were the one that might have laid down those flowers I found last week?" Hermione asked him. He nodded his head in agreement that it was him. She sighed again. 

"For a moment, I thought... maybe it was my real father, who set them there." Hermione blurted out. Voldemort stiffened when she said that as he cleared his throat. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, even though he had some clue as to what she was saying. 

"I think my mom had an affair with another man and I'm his daughter. It explains what my fake father was talking about when he kicked me out of the house." Hermione told him. Voldemort's eyes widened as he turned to face her. 

"What?" He mumbled, staring in disbelief at what she just said. How could the man just toss his kid (even if she or he weren't their own) out of the house? After years of taking care of them to just suddenly toss them aside like a bag of dirt. Hermione shook her head as she lightly waved her hand. 

"Well, it's over. I got a new place to live, a job, and learned how to adapt. I don't really care anymore about the whole real father or not real father thing. I don't need him... and the other him. They can both stay away if they wish it. I'm not going to go searching for my real father. I wouldn't want to ruin his perfect life, reminding him of his responsibilities he failed to do." Hermione stated to him. Voldemort bit his lip, trying to silence the tears that threatened to come. Hermione turned to him as she lightly smiled. 

"I am on board with your peace treaty." Hermione told him as she held out her hand. He nodded his head, forcing himself to smile, as he took hold of her hand and shook her hand. As they released each other hands, Hermione held out her wand. 

"I should head out to the manor and tell my friends what I decided to do. Ron is going to be quite upset but I'm sure he'll be on board later." Hermione told him. Voldemort nodded his head, silently weeping to himself. 

"I'm glad to hear it." Voldemort said, his voice cracking a bit and he silently prayed she didn't hear it. She quickly vanished into thin air. Once she was gone, he allowed himself to cry.