RECS: Hermione/Voldemort-or-Tom
I rec'ed Hermione/Voldemort-or-Tom over at crack_broom back in November. Here they are:
Fic Recs:
Title: The Apprentice
Gaining Access: Open
Author: Nerys
Length/Word Count: ~ 230k
Rating: NC17
Author's Summary: When Hermione receives a scroll with mysterious information, she makes the monumental mistake of taking Albus Dumbledore up on his offer.
Why everyone should read this: I had a hard time choosing only one of her stories. The author's captivating writing-style and her on-the-spot chracterizations of Hermione and Voldemort make her fics unique. She really knows how to make this pairing work. Not only that, she comes up with twisted plotlines and expands the magical canon creatively. This story, although still a WIP, is a prime example.
Oh well, she guessed he couldn’t possibly do much worse to her than he already had. She pulled the specially made Keepers’ cards and envelopes from her bag, and planted them in front of her. What on earth was she going to put on there?
Nothing too demure. She was not one of his moronic followers after all.
Nothing too bold either. She didn’t fancy another trip to the infirmary.
She stared at the card and had no idea how to bring up the subject of a meeting; let alone ask for his help. She pushed the card aside and grabbed an envelope. She could address it first and then get back to her dilemma. Oh Godric, she had no idea what to call him.
Tom M. Riddle was out of the question; see previous statement about trips to the infirmary.
Lord Voldemort would be like acknowledging his self-claimed title; not to mention that he seemed to get a bit tetchy at people who actually dared to call him that.
The Dark Lord was something his Death Eaters called him.
Master; definitely not.
You-Know-Who seemed a bit silly to write to the person himself and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named a bit too wordy. She was all out of options.
Perhaps something that referred to his Keeper status?
To my guide; nope, too possessive - she was bound to end up in excruciating pain then.
To Keeper - er -; well, that was no help either.
Oh, screw it, he’d probably find an excuse to curse her anyway - not that he needed one.
Title: Century Maker
Gaining Access: Open.
Author: emeraldoni
Length/Word Count: ~7k
Rating: PG-13
Author's Summary: Hermione goes back to save one man - and the world.
Why everyone should read this: This fic made my flesh crawl. It's a heart-wrenching story about Hermione trying to change things and save all the others.
The woman rushes out, Hermione watching her until the door shuts with a resounding click. Then she turns to the cradle. The baby is staring up at her, wide blue eyes studying with an odd intelligence for one not even two months old.
“Hello, Tom,” Hermione says. “So good to see you.”
The baby smacks his lips, and Hermione’s expression remains blank.
“You’ve killed all my friends, you know,” she continues. “Every. Single. One.” Pause. “And look at you now: helpless. What would you give, if you only knew?”
She reaches a hand into the cradle, rustling about for his soft little hand. His petite fingers barely wrap around her one, but there is enough pressure to reveal sentiency.
“You won’t, of course,” she whispers as she reaches in to pick him up, “Because I’m changing things - starting now.”
Title: The Patient X
Author: Seraphin1977
Length/Word Count: ~125k
Rating: T
Author's Summary: Hermione volunteers as a helper in St. Mungo's to treat the victims of the war. She has to take care of only one Patient. Someone, who waits for his execution. Lord Voldemort. Hermione tries, sometimes more, sometimes less successfully, to make him feel remorseful. She is torn between the cold-hearted Dark Lord, her friends and Voldemort's vengeful victims.
Why everyone should read this: Inspired by movies like "Dead Man Walking", this fic illustrates the ethical devils of a post-war society. Since there are no easy solutions, Hermione is torn between humanity and revenge. I could totally emphatize with Hermione in her struggle. This and a surprisingly patient Voldemort make this story as disturbing as it is.
He looked at her half amused, half-sneering. Nothing seemed to impact on him. But he was calm and listened to her.
"If I address you, I will call you from now on Tom." A portentous glow flamed up in his red eyes after all. If looks could kill, Hermione were dropped dead here and now. She was somehow amused and frightened at the same by this, because she could almost watch how the plans-to-murder polluted around his head like ivy at the walls of old castles.
But Hermione went on to lecture him. "If you hate your first name all too much, I don't mind to call you Mr. Riddle. But to no time Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort is not longer existing. You are vanquished all along the line. Only to make sure that you got this right. I want you to take a little care, only the slightest bit, in getting along with me. We both have to stand each other on nearly ever single day in the next months. Something has to come from your side to make it more bearable to us. But if you should ever insult me again as you did it two days ago, then…" anew Hermiones forefinger rocket upwards and wagged minatory through the air, as if Voldemort had been a six your old boy who refused to tidy his room "I go and let you simply lie here. Is that clear?" the sneering expression in his face was given away to anger and bitterness. He compressed his lips, narrowed his eyes and bristled with anger.
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and looked down on him in a vanquisher-pose. "Okay, then we are agreed. And if you are a good boy" now Hermione was struck by a glance which would had driven even marble statues to suicide, with fear "then I have something for you later on."
Hermione walked away from him, a superior smile in the face, to bring the left-behind trolley. Maybe she should go back to put him her foot on the chest. Hehehe…
For a few seconds was a dead silentness in the room. If he indented to be silent for the rest of his life? Ha, why not, Hermione thought triumphant. He would see what he would get from that.
But then sounded the well-known cold, dismissive voice of Lord Voldemort to her ears. "Clean me up. I don't want to lie here in the dirt. And I need something to drink, I'm very thirsty." Needless to say, the voice sounded roughly, his mouth was surely parched. Of course, without water for do days… Hermione turned around and looked expectant at him. As if would cause him terrible, corporal pains, he screwed his mouth and gagged a pressed "Please" out.
Title: Deceived
Author: Chelle
Length/Word Count: ~54k
Rating: NC-17
Author's Summary: True love seems to have found Hermione, but is all as it seems?
Why everyone should read this: Take a great romance, mix it with some mystery and drama and add some humour to the mix. That's the secret recipe of this fabulous story.
The smell reached her before she rounded a corner made by floor-to-ceiling storage shelves. Anna frowned as she spied her husband and Hermione’s beau engrossed in her husband’s chemistry set. “Geoffrey, what are the two of you doing?”
Both men turned about, looking a bit silly with the safety goggles covering their eyes. “Oh, hello Darling. Thomas and I were just doing an experiment.”
“Right before dinner?”
“Oh, right. Well, the two of us can just eat down here if it’s not too much trouble for you to bring us a couple of plates.”
Anna’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Geoffrey Granger, the entire point of inviting Thomas over to dinner is so that we can both get to know him. We will have dinner in the dining room like a civilized group of adults.”
Thomas swallowed and leaned over to Mr. Granger to stage whisper, “I think we might be in a spot of trouble.”
Art Rec:
Title: Riddle and Granger
Artist: quisquiliae
Rating: G
Why you chose this piece: Their facial expressions leave so much up for interpretation.
Fic Recs:
Title: The Apprentice
Gaining Access: Open
Author: Nerys
Length/Word Count: ~ 230k
Rating: NC17
Author's Summary: When Hermione receives a scroll with mysterious information, she makes the monumental mistake of taking Albus Dumbledore up on his offer.
Why everyone should read this: I had a hard time choosing only one of her stories. The author's captivating writing-style and her on-the-spot chracterizations of Hermione and Voldemort make her fics unique. She really knows how to make this pairing work. Not only that, she comes up with twisted plotlines and expands the magical canon creatively. This story, although still a WIP, is a prime example.
Oh well, she guessed he couldn’t possibly do much worse to her than he already had. She pulled the specially made Keepers’ cards and envelopes from her bag, and planted them in front of her. What on earth was she going to put on there?
Nothing too demure. She was not one of his moronic followers after all.
Nothing too bold either. She didn’t fancy another trip to the infirmary.
She stared at the card and had no idea how to bring up the subject of a meeting; let alone ask for his help. She pushed the card aside and grabbed an envelope. She could address it first and then get back to her dilemma. Oh Godric, she had no idea what to call him.
Tom M. Riddle was out of the question; see previous statement about trips to the infirmary.
Lord Voldemort would be like acknowledging his self-claimed title; not to mention that he seemed to get a bit tetchy at people who actually dared to call him that.
The Dark Lord was something his Death Eaters called him.
Master; definitely not.
You-Know-Who seemed a bit silly to write to the person himself and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named a bit too wordy. She was all out of options.
Perhaps something that referred to his Keeper status?
To my guide; nope, too possessive - she was bound to end up in excruciating pain then.
To Keeper - er -; well, that was no help either.
Oh, screw it, he’d probably find an excuse to curse her anyway - not that he needed one.
Title: Century Maker
Gaining Access: Open.
Author: emeraldoni
Length/Word Count: ~7k
Rating: PG-13
Author's Summary: Hermione goes back to save one man - and the world.
Why everyone should read this: This fic made my flesh crawl. It's a heart-wrenching story about Hermione trying to change things and save all the others.
The woman rushes out, Hermione watching her until the door shuts with a resounding click. Then she turns to the cradle. The baby is staring up at her, wide blue eyes studying with an odd intelligence for one not even two months old.
“Hello, Tom,” Hermione says. “So good to see you.”
The baby smacks his lips, and Hermione’s expression remains blank.
“You’ve killed all my friends, you know,” she continues. “Every. Single. One.” Pause. “And look at you now: helpless. What would you give, if you only knew?”
She reaches a hand into the cradle, rustling about for his soft little hand. His petite fingers barely wrap around her one, but there is enough pressure to reveal sentiency.
“You won’t, of course,” she whispers as she reaches in to pick him up, “Because I’m changing things - starting now.”
Title: The Patient X
Author: Seraphin1977
Length/Word Count: ~125k
Rating: T
Author's Summary: Hermione volunteers as a helper in St. Mungo's to treat the victims of the war. She has to take care of only one Patient. Someone, who waits for his execution. Lord Voldemort. Hermione tries, sometimes more, sometimes less successfully, to make him feel remorseful. She is torn between the cold-hearted Dark Lord, her friends and Voldemort's vengeful victims.
Why everyone should read this: Inspired by movies like "Dead Man Walking", this fic illustrates the ethical devils of a post-war society. Since there are no easy solutions, Hermione is torn between humanity and revenge. I could totally emphatize with Hermione in her struggle. This and a surprisingly patient Voldemort make this story as disturbing as it is.
He looked at her half amused, half-sneering. Nothing seemed to impact on him. But he was calm and listened to her.
"If I address you, I will call you from now on Tom." A portentous glow flamed up in his red eyes after all. If looks could kill, Hermione were dropped dead here and now. She was somehow amused and frightened at the same by this, because she could almost watch how the plans-to-murder polluted around his head like ivy at the walls of old castles.
But Hermione went on to lecture him. "If you hate your first name all too much, I don't mind to call you Mr. Riddle. But to no time Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort is not longer existing. You are vanquished all along the line. Only to make sure that you got this right. I want you to take a little care, only the slightest bit, in getting along with me. We both have to stand each other on nearly ever single day in the next months. Something has to come from your side to make it more bearable to us. But if you should ever insult me again as you did it two days ago, then…" anew Hermiones forefinger rocket upwards and wagged minatory through the air, as if Voldemort had been a six your old boy who refused to tidy his room "I go and let you simply lie here. Is that clear?" the sneering expression in his face was given away to anger and bitterness. He compressed his lips, narrowed his eyes and bristled with anger.
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and looked down on him in a vanquisher-pose. "Okay, then we are agreed. And if you are a good boy" now Hermione was struck by a glance which would had driven even marble statues to suicide, with fear "then I have something for you later on."
Hermione walked away from him, a superior smile in the face, to bring the left-behind trolley. Maybe she should go back to put him her foot on the chest. Hehehe…
For a few seconds was a dead silentness in the room. If he indented to be silent for the rest of his life? Ha, why not, Hermione thought triumphant. He would see what he would get from that.
But then sounded the well-known cold, dismissive voice of Lord Voldemort to her ears. "Clean me up. I don't want to lie here in the dirt. And I need something to drink, I'm very thirsty." Needless to say, the voice sounded roughly, his mouth was surely parched. Of course, without water for do days… Hermione turned around and looked expectant at him. As if would cause him terrible, corporal pains, he screwed his mouth and gagged a pressed "Please" out.
Title: Deceived
Author: Chelle
Length/Word Count: ~54k
Rating: NC-17
Author's Summary: True love seems to have found Hermione, but is all as it seems?
Why everyone should read this: Take a great romance, mix it with some mystery and drama and add some humour to the mix. That's the secret recipe of this fabulous story.
The smell reached her before she rounded a corner made by floor-to-ceiling storage shelves. Anna frowned as she spied her husband and Hermione’s beau engrossed in her husband’s chemistry set. “Geoffrey, what are the two of you doing?”
Both men turned about, looking a bit silly with the safety goggles covering their eyes. “Oh, hello Darling. Thomas and I were just doing an experiment.”
“Right before dinner?”
“Oh, right. Well, the two of us can just eat down here if it’s not too much trouble for you to bring us a couple of plates.”
Anna’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Geoffrey Granger, the entire point of inviting Thomas over to dinner is so that we can both get to know him. We will have dinner in the dining room like a civilized group of adults.”
Thomas swallowed and leaned over to Mr. Granger to stage whisper, “I think we might be in a spot of trouble.”
Art Rec:
Title: Riddle and Granger
Artist: quisquiliae
Rating: G
Why you chose this piece: Their facial expressions leave so much up for interpretation.