Hermione Riddle

Blood Lines and a Snake

"Lord Voldemort." She said politely and could only manage a small tick up of the corners of her mouth. She slid her wand into her holster that was in her sleeve, she was not in her school robes; she had on black slacks, a smoky grey blouse, and black vest. Her outer robes were a dark green, almost back; she had leather heeled boots on under her slacks with a hidden pocket where a sheathed knife was placed.

"Miss Granger, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" He hissed, and a large snake came next to her, slowly working its way toward its master. He could sense the magic swirling around the young witch; such power in such a small frame. Her magic was docile for now, but it was waiting to lash out, to attack someone; like a coiled cobra with an attitude and bite that held the ferociousness of a lioness.

"Hello, Nagini." She looked at the creature who moved toward her to curl up at her feet with it's head reaching for her hand to play with her fingers. There were several gasps and Lord Voldemort raised a single hairless eyebrow; she merely shrugged and continued to pet the snake. "I have some information that you may find interesting." She replied casually and heard another door open. Lucius Malfoy stepped in to join his wife then he spotted her. He waited to strike, much like the snake his house was so well known for, waiting for the best possible moment; besides who would interrupt their master having a conversation unless you have a death wish and the Dark Lord seemed to use him as a personal punching bag to take his anger out on, with a wand of course.

"Oh?" Voldemort asked, clearly he was intrigued. She nodded and reached into her robes to pull out a silver goblin-elven made knife. She slit her wrist and focused on pulling her blood lines into the blood then molding it into a ball. She was coating her orb with her magic to keep it stabilized; the Dark Lord wondered if she even noticed that she was doing it.

"How dare you, disgracing our Lord with your filth-." Lucius Malfoy did not even get to finish; without moving hand or wand she sent a rather strong stinging hex to his bollocks and charmed his mouth closed.

"Can it Malfoy." She heard a groan of pain and smiled darkly. She then got her orb under control in one hand before patting Nagini on the head and walking towards the Dark Lord. The snake let out an indignant hiss at being left and followed her to curl by her feet, almost in support. "I am afraid I will have to touch you in order to show you this sort of magic." She explained not meeting his eyes, just off to the side of his face and he nodded. His snake's antics were highly amusing, but the witch in front of him was a more pressing matter.

"Yes, of course." He replied and there were gasps and whispers. Nosy, noisy idiots. "Silence!" They both yelled at the same time and both heads snapped towards each other before sharing a small smirk. Hermione levitated the orb and placed her middle and pointer fingers together on each side of his temples; their foreheads almost touching. This allowed her to share her blood magic through their minds and to let him evaluate her genetics. She pulled back and stepped back a few feet.

"P-Professor Snape, do you have a Blood Replenisher on you, or something?" She asked as she massaged her pounding temples. "If not in, about 47 seconds I am going to pass out from severe blood loss. 42." She looked over at him and he searched his robes. "35, the clock is ticking, Professor. 32. My vision is blurring. 29. Fuck." She was counting down in her mind and Professor Snape almost looked irritated at her for it.

"Here you are, Miss Granger." He handed it to her and she sniffed it before downing it in one go. She nodded her thanks to him and handing him the phial back.

"Personal stores, I assume?" She asked and he scoffed. "I only ask because it actually tastes pleasant and you wouldn't waste good ingredients to make Poppy's stores taste better for a bunch of brats." She smirked and Severus chuckled quietly; defiantly brightest witch of her age. "Or dunderheads, as you, rather correctly, see fit to call them." She snipped thoughtfully. Where had she learned that level magic? It was truly amazing to see, he would ask her later. A good 10 minutes or so later Lord Voldemort looked up at her.

"Everyone out, now." His voice was low and commanding; everyone was gone in less than a minute other than her and Professor Snape.

"My Lord?" Severus asked and Voldemort smiled, standing and waving his hand down his person, removing the glamor.

"Relax, Severus, it's alright." He nodded and walked over to Hermione. In front of her stood Tom Riddle.