AN: This story will be a slow burn Tomione/Volmione and will feature the corruption of Hermione Granger.

This story is a dark Tomione/Volmione.

Themes for this story will include: Manipulation, Murder, (eventual) Underage Sex, (eventual) Oral Sex, (eventual) Non-con, (eventual) BDSM, and (eventual) Corporal Punishment.

Story will be a SLOWBURN

Friday 20 December 1991 1:30am

Hermione scurried through the bookshelves, nervously peering over her shoulder every now and again as she made her way closer and closer to the Restricted Section. Stop being so paranoid, she chastised herself, she had been doing this for the last few weeks and knew that no one would be up at this time of night, they never were. And she needed to do this to prove herself to Harry and Ron. They had been somewhat nice to her over the course of the past month, greeting her in the halls and not making fun of her in class anymore. So she tentatively began to help the both of them with their classwork in hopes of engendering a stronger relationship with them. But still she felt uncertain about their friendship, as they had never explicitly told her that she was their friend. So last month when Hagrid let the name Nicolas Flamel slip after Harry's first quidditch match, she knew she had heard the name before somewhere and she was determined to figure it out.

Harry and Ron seemed to be very interested in figuring out what that guard dog was hiding, and having never had friends before now, she felt inclined to prove her worth to them by finding out who he was. It would prove to them just why they should want her as their friend— which is how she found herself creeping around the library well after curfew when she knew she could possibly be caught at any minute by Filch. After all, she wanted to try and get this done before she had to leave the following afternoon for the Christmas holiday.

As soon as Hermione made it into the Restricted Section she immediately began to read through the titles on each of the book's spines. She just knew she had seen the name he was looking for somewhere before...

Nicolas Flamel. Nicolas Flamel...

She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books and she read them; Magick Moste Evile, Moste Potente Potions, The Codex Gigas, The Picatrix, Le Grand Grimoire ou Dragon Rouge, The Voynich Manuscript, Aldaraia, Thet Oera Linda Bok, Forbidden Rites: The Necromancer's Manual...

No. None of these books was it. She knew that she had seen the name Nicolas Flamel somewhere and it certainly wasn't because he was tied to any of these dark texts that she kept coming across in this section.

She kept thumbing through the texts and soon came across a black leather-bound book with no name on the spine at all. That's curious, she thought as she pulled the book from its place on the shelf. It was a simple black book, with the tiniest glimmer of gold trim around the edges. She opened the book tentatively, curious to see what was inside, only to find the first page blank.

There was nothing on the second page, or the third one either which she found even more curiouser. So she kept flipping and flipping before finally deciding to open the book up to the middle and still there were no words. What in God's name was this book and why in the heck was it in the library if there was nothing inside of it? She thought in frustration before she slammed the book closed. Just as she was about to put the book back in it's place, something on the back of it caught her eye.

T. M. Riddle, it read in a beautiful gold inscription.

Upon seeing the name written so elegantly on the back, Hermione soon realized that the book wasn't a book at all, but a journal instead. It's a good thing that nobody's written in you, Hermione thought as she began to put the journal back on the shelf. She didn't know what she would do if she ever lost her private journal and someone had the chance to read all the things she had written since she began her classes here at Hogwarts. She would be mortified. Just as she began to walk away, she felt compelled to go back to it. She pulled the journal back off from the shelf and tucked it away into the pocket of the black robe she had worn for this little excursion. She rationalised the move by telling herself that it made the most sense for her to take it with her, since she knew she wouldn't abuse the trust of the person whose diary this was, and she would find the owner and return it to them once the holidays were over.

As she continued to meander through the aisles of books in the Restricted Section, Hermione could feel the journal as it sat heavily in her pocket, weighing it down. She patted it a few times before setting off in search of something anything that might pertain to Nicolas Flamel. Harry wanted to know and she would do anything to make sure he and Ron wanted to continue being her friend.

Friday 20 December 1991 11:54am

"Bye Harry, bye Ron," Hermione said with a shy smile. She had just gone to retrieve her bag from her room, and was readying herself for the journey back home from school. She tried not to think about the fact that soon she would be heading home on the Hogwarts express while Harry, Ron and his brothers prepared to spend the holiday here at Hogwarts together. She didn't want to obsess over the overwhelming feeling she had that they would forget all about her as they spent all of their time together exploring, once she was gone.

For them, it would be just as it was before they saved her from that mountain troll. She hoped they wouldn't find that they much enjoyed their time together without her interloping and injecting herself where she wasn't wanted or needed. That feeling was only amplified as they continued to ignore her.

"Hey you two," she whinged, "I'm trying to say goodbye and wish you both a happy Holiday, but neither of you are even listening to me."

"Oh," Harry said distractedly, while he and Ron kept glancing across the room and laughing as Ron's twin brothers began playing a game of exploding snap. "Bye Hermione," he said and she turned and looked at Ron as he continued to look over at his brothers.

"You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" said Hermione. "And send me an owl if you find anything?" she added hopefully.

"Sure," Harry said, turning to smile at her before turning his attention back to the twins.

"And maybe you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Ron absentmindedly.

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Hermione flatly. Did Ron forget that her parents didn't know the first thing about magic?

Friday 20 December 1991 6:38pm

Her first Christmas back home since finding out she was a witch was awkward, to say the least. It all started on her first night back when her parents began pressing her and asking her about how school was going. Hermione, having bottled most of her feelings up during her first few months at school, couldn't help but to launch into all of her classes and how much all of her teachers loved her.

Her parents seemed pleased at first until they asked her to elaborate on what exactly it was that she was learning in her classes. Their smiling faces began to transform into wariness as she told them about History of Magic, Astronomy, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Once she began to tell them about her potions lesson where she and her classmates made a cure for boils, her mother looked as if she were about to be sick and her father looked ashen and pale as she went into the ingredients for said potion.

Her parents didn't know what to talk with her about, especially since they didn't understand what it was that she was learning in school. For the first time in her life, she felt like a stranger in her own home and she hated it.

Wednesday 25 December 1991 7:23am

It was Christmas morning and Hermione felt a little bit of the holiday spirit bleed back into her as she made her way down the stairs to start opening up her presents. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw that her parents were already downstairs waiting for her.

"Happy Christmas, Hermione," her mother said with a smile.

"Happy Christmas, mum and dad," Hermione smiled back.

Soon, she was elbows deep in Christmas presents and tried not to feel disappointed when she didn't see anything from Harry or Ron under the tree. She knew she had only gotten them candy as presents, but she had hoped that they would send her something too.

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