The holidays were now over. Hermione had been very surprised and happy that her parents had been able to come to the castle and see for themselves everything that she had been talking about for the last six years. She laughed at the memory of her mother having quite the literary discussion with the ghosts of Hogwarts. They had discussed some book for hours until the Fat Friar mentioned that he had known the author personally and knew what he had been trying to convey within the story. That had made her mother speechless, something that Hermione had rarely seen. Her father on the other hand spent a great deal of time with Harry and Michael, thanks to the new baby broom that he had bought for the baby. Hermione still had heart palpitations from watching the first time her son rode that broom. Granted it didn't go very high and it did have several safety charms on it, but that didn't stop her from worrying everytime Michael got on the thing. Harry, of course, loved it and had a grand time just watching the excited baby zoom around the room.
A week after New Years, her parents went home. Her mother took to sending weekly packages of muggle foods that Hermione had confessed to craving just before they left. It seems that she was craving the same things that her mother had when she carried her. It was a little weird. She was also starting to really show. Once the students returned they would need only to look at her to know that she was pregnant.
Hermione had thanked Harry, quite thoroughly, for bringing her parents for the holidays and tried not to get too moody around him. It seemed that she was either crying or yelling at him lately, but trooper Harry didn't let it faze him. She felt so guilty about it. So after talking with Fleur, she made plans for a very romantic night on Valentine's Day. She convinced Harry to let her and Michael go shopping in Hogsmeade. How was she to know that that decision would change everything.
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Lord Voldemort and what was left of his minions arrived outside of Hogsmeade just before noon. His orders were simple. Destroy everything and everyone, except for Potter and his little family. He had plans for them.
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Hermione fought her best against the vampires, hags, and giants but in the end was knocked unconscious, clinging to Michael, who was screaming at the top of his lungs.
When Hermione woke up she saw that she was in the center of a large room. Seated on a throne was none other than Lord Voldemort. Michael was on the floor in front of him. What caught her attention was the fact that Michael seemed to be doing magic, for Voldemort's hair style and clothing were changing at an alarming rate. Orange, yellow, neon pink, electric blue, purple, soon covered the bald, scaly head. A clown's outfit, a bunny costume, an evening gown that looked a lot like one of hers, one that she was going to get rid of once she got home, and a chicken costume were just some of the things that Michael was putting the Dark Lord in. The baby must have also cast a Silencing charm, for no sound was coming from the open mouth. Hermione was awe struck at the type of magic that her son was doing and had to suppress a few giggles at the color choices that Michael was making.
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Lord Voldemort had never known true terror until he captured Potter's brat. Thinking that a mere babe would be easy to terrify, the Dark Lord had set out to scare and hurt the child, but the brat had used some powerful magic against him. Now silenced and in a costume that no Dark Lord would dream of being seen in, especially with bright yellow hair that had red and purple stripes in it. To him Potter's child was a demon that had been summoned to torment him and it was working.
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Harry was starting to get worried. Hermione and Michael hadn't returned yet. His waiting in the entrance hall was suddenly interrupted when one of the third year Hufflepuffs ran inside, yelling.
"He–Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is in Hogsmeade! He's taken Mrs. Potter and the baby, Headmaster!"
Harry's heart fell into his stomach. Voldemort had Hermione and Michael! He ran all the way down to the village. There was no sign of them. Using his scar connection to Voldemort, Harry was surprised at the emotions running off of the link. Using that connection, Harry did a blind apparation to Riddle Manor.
When Harry arrived he couldn't believe his eyes. There, seated on his throne, sat Lord Voldemort, mouth wide open in a silent scream, dressed in a Crown, with purple polka doted hair. Then an evening gown that resembled something that Hermione had worn before she started showing. Michael was seated on the floor in front of Voldemort with a disgruntled look on his face. Hermione, Harry sighed happily, was beside their son, trying to talk him into releasing some of the spells that he was using. Obviously the baby was being stubborn and didn't want to let go of his 'doll'. Harry walked over and knelt down beside Michael.
"Michael Harrison Potter, you do as your mother asks right now, young man!"
Green eyes looked into green eyes and the smaller ones filled with tears. He launched himself at his mother, releasing the silencing part of the spell. Harry could hear Hermione murmur to Michael that 'it was alright, Daddy wasn't angry at him.' True, Harry was actually close to laughing, but he held himself in check. He knew that Michael needed to understand that what he did may be right, but that he needed to obey his parents as well.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked Hermione.
"We're all fine" she answered, patting her stomach. Harry nodded before turning his attention to Voldemort.
"Potter! Kill me now before that hellion spawn that you call a son does something else to me!"
"Maybe I should let him continue. He seems to think that you're his personal dolly. Hermione?, How does that 'Shrinking Charm go again?"
"NOOOOOO! You would stoop that low! Kill me now! PLEASE!"
If Harry hadn't heard it himself he never would have believed that someone who was terrifying as Voldemort would be begging for anything. Now the question was what to do with him. When Harry looked to Hermione for help he missed seeing the gleam in Michael's eyes. Suddenly Harry, Hermione, Michael, and Voldemort found themselves within the Department of Mysteries, specifically in the room with the Veil. Obviously Michael wanted the Dark Lord to go through. Harry thought it poetic justice himself.
"It seems that my son wants you gone. A trip to the unknown perhaps? With any luck you'll meet up with Sirius and he'll kick your arse. Now be a good Dark Lord and go through the Veil."
The truth was that Voldemort had no choice. Michael still had him in a body bind and was making him move closer and closer to the opening. Hermione said nothing but was torn. On one hand it would remove Voldemort from their lives and make their world safe. On the other hand this was her not quite one year old son playing executioner. She knew that it wasn't Harry, because Voldemort's outfits and hair were still changing. Who knew what the final result would be.
For once Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort, accepted his fate. He couldn't fight the power of the Potter brat. He watched in fascination as the opening got closer and closer.
The Potter family watched as the darkest lord in over a hundred years went silently to his 'death'. Once he was completely gone, Michael all but collapsed against his mother in exhaustion. They quickly left for Hogwarts.