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Summary: Voldemort is finally captured by someone he doesn't suspect… Hermione Granger. But she is convinced by a tale she read in the book Dumbledore gave her that she can change him. But can she keep him contained and secret long enough? Find out.
Chapter 1: Hotel in the Clouds
(LV)
I awoke in a strange room. A muggle room. It was small, with disgustingly cheery pink, red, and green wallpaper adorning the walls. There was a fake wooden dresser with cheap metal hinges painted over to look like gold. A small television and an even smaller refrigerator sat on top of it, with an almost too large mirror behind them. A tiny circular table sat in the corner with two very uncomfortable looking grey chairs. A window was on one side of the room, blinds drawn closed, and the opposite side there was a door with a curious handle with a little red light shining from it.
I was laying quite rigidly underneath some blankets. Whoever put me here doesn't know much about me or else they would have known that I do not generate my own body heat, just like a snake. I glanced over past the hideously plain lamp on the nightstand, and saw there was another bed, completely made, untouched.
I must have been cursed. I think to myself. I am the most powerful wizard that ever lived, and yet I have no clue how I got to this hotel room. I know my wand is missing, because I cannot feel its warmth in my robes.
I suddenly hear rustling at the door and watch as the light on the knob turns from red to green. I smile to myself, Oh, this will be fun.
In walks a young teenage girl, hair wildly frizzy falling to her shoulders, a frightened smile on her face. I smite a laugh, Good luck little girl. You have no idea what you are in for.
"Umm, hi!" she breathed in a high pitch nervous tone.
I decide to play along with her. "Greetings." I smile, as if nothing is wrong. "You must be in the wrong room."
She shakes her head. "No, this is my room." she musters a smile, and pulls a small sandwich out of her beaded bag slung across her shoulder. "Here, I brought this for you." she shakily held it out to me, much too far for me to reach it from where I lay on the bed.
I smiled, a very cruel, sinisterly evil smile. "Oh, how kind of you." I say as I begin to stand up.
The girl quickly whips out a wand from in her pocket, but holds it steady at her side. Foolish move.
With a bat of my hand, the wand flies out of her grasp and into mine. I point it at her, the smile faded from my face. She drops the sandwich, fear breathing off of her like a bittersweet stench, and she backs away into a corner. Another foolish move.
"Did you bring me here?" I asked, digging the tip of her own wand into her cheek.
She faked being brave and looked me right in the eyes. "Yes."
"Avada Kedavera!"
I fell to the floor, pain coursing through my veins like electricity. Parts of my body that I didn't even know had nerves were on fire. I felt like I was being burned alive. I screamed and writhed and tried to hold onto anything. I wouldn't let go of the wand, incase the stupid girl would try something with it. I heard her yell something but couldn't understand what she said. My ears were ringing with such a high pitch, my head felt like it would explode. I quick caught a glimpse of the wand in my hand and found it glowing bright red. The vile child hexed her wand. I threw it away and the pain immediately ceased. I stood up, not wanting to show her that I still felt an annoying irritation on my skin. She had already grabbed her wand.
"I- I'm s-sorry." she stuttered. Her fear was even stronger now. I breathed it in, relishing in every breath. It smelled so sweet, I could taste it on the back of my tongue. "But I had to do something incase you would try to use it." she justified.
I furrowed my brow and folded my arms, very uncharacteristic of me, but then again, none of the situation I was in was normal. "I am done toying with you." I said. "I will kill you the old fashioned way."
"Stupefy!"
Foolish girl. My catlike reflexes completely dodged her attack, sending it shooting into the small refrigerator, bursting it into a million pieces. I walked slowly towards her, inhaling all of her fear. I have never killed anyone with my own bare hands before, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't.
I grabbed her by her neck and pushed her into the wall hard. I slowly edged her up it so that her feet would be completely suspended. She kicked and thrashed. I hit her wand out of her hand long before she could even try to curse me. I paid no mind to the small amount of pain she put on me as she kicked into my legs. This would be over soon.
I suddenly felt weak, like I couldn't get enough air. I tried breathing deeper as I squeezed her neck harder, digging in my nails. My breathing became more rapid, more congested. I couldn't understand it, I can suck in air fine, it was as if the air in the room had become thin and weak. The girls thrashes became less violent, but I found it increasingly hard to hold her up; I sank her down so that her feet were on the floor but kept my hand around her neck strong. I began to violently gasp for air and I started seeing little white dots in front of my eyes, my head began spinning. I couldn't keep a grip on her and fell back onto the floor, my arms keeping me from cracking the back of my head. I felt the girl somewhat fall onto my legs, and as she stood up, steadying herself, the white dots began to fade and I felt I could breathe again, but my throat was sore as if I fell ill. I batted my hands downward, and by magic my body flew up into a standing position. This girl was starting to be very irritating.
"Another hex I suppose?"
Her hands were to her neck, rubbing. She had little small cuts where my nails had been, and I'm sure they hurt her very much. I smelled her fear subside and could feel her sense of accomplishment. She must be very proud that she was able to hex me.
"It worked!" her voice scratchy, but still emitting her sense of disbelief clearly.
"So, I suppose anything I do to you, is done to me?"
"Anything that happens to me, you feel. Whether you do it or not."
"Where is my wand?" I asked. I felt cut off from the outside world in this little hotel room, so I knew that she had placed multiple spells to it, making me not call to anything.
"Its in a safe place." but she hesitated.
I smirked out of frustration. "You lie."
"No, I have it hidden."
"You destroyed my wand." It was more of a statement, because I already knew she had.
"No."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, I struck her with blunt force, right in the face and she flew to the floor. Of course I felt it, but I couldn't help it. How dare this mud blood lie to me? She is just lucky I don't kill her and I both. Of course, I would still be alive; I still have many horecruxs, but I would rather not live in that existence between bodies again if I could help it.
It didn't hurt me very much, but I could tell it hurt her, perhaps more emotionally than anything. She probably wasn't used to being smacked in the face. She was trying to stifle back tears. How pathetic!
I grabbed her ferociously by her wrist and tugged her. "Stand up!"
She did, and quickly rubbed away the tears with her sleeve. Where I struck her was bright red and I could see my clear hand print. "Ok, I destroyed it."
"You will find it is much less painful to tell me the truth."
"Oh really?" she asked in a very smart tone. Lord, if she was my child, she would have the shit smacked out of her. "I think it seems that I am the one in charge here!"
Ah, look who suddenly became sure of herself. My mouth twitched in irritation.
"You seem to be the one trapped here." she stated, which I wasn't sure was entirely true. I hadn't tried to escape yet, so I had no clue how powerful her magic keeping he in here would be.
I strode over to the window, certain the door had more hex's than it, and opened the curtains. "You have to be joking." For the first time in my life, I was trapped. The outside was not a usual hotel parking lot, scattered with random cars, a little garden, and a small rarely driven on country road. No, the ground outside was at least a 500 foot drop and below was a treacherous mountain top, completely covered in ice and snow. I wouldn't last 5 minutes out there on my own without apparating, but I was sure she had placed a spell on me to keep me from doing that too. For being so simple, this girl really had thought of everything.
Being captured by this girl did not hurt my sense of self assurance, though. Many great wizards had been captured or killed. Most suffered the later, but this girl needed something from me. Why else would she keep me alive? If she had the capability to capture me, she had the capability to kill me. This gave me the upper hand, no matter how she looked at it.
I slowly strode over to her, not making any quick movements, her sweet smell of fear a lot less potent now that she was more sure of herself. I grabbed her by her upper arms and picked her up, holding her against the wall. She didn't thrash, her heart beat barely accelerated, and she had a strong look of authority on her face. I couldn't believe her cockiness. "You should let me go." I said in a calm icy tone.
"No." she stated flatly.
Argh! I fought back the urge to strike her again. "Why not? What could you possibly want from me?" I asked. "Power? Secrets?…. A place as a death eater?" I said the last one with a smile, because I knew its not what she wanted, yet I wanted to insult her as if she did.
"I want to help you." she said with an almost sad look on her face.
To this, I released her, turned away, and laughed, loving the feeling of dread it put on her. I turned back to face her while leaning on the edge of the fake wood dresser, folding my arms. "What help could I possibly need from you?"
"You are sick…" she said hesitantly. "You are disturbed. Nobody is truly evil. I want to help you."
I was baffled. How could such an utterly senseless muggle be capable of capturing me? Unless, I realized, she had help.
"Who do you work for?" I asked, standing straight up, arms still folded.
She seemed confused. "Nobody."
I walked towards her, subconsciously sticking out my chest. It had become second nature to my body to position itself in a menacing, controlling stance. I stopped just a couple inches short, staring down at her, arms still folded in front of me. "I grow tired of the lies." I threatened. "I struck you once," I leaned down so that my face was inches away from hers, raising my voice to a yell. "What makes you think I won't do it again?"
"I! Work! Alone!" she shouted back.
My arm twitched to strike her, but I held back.
"What makes you think that ANYBODY would want to help you?" she said, her eyes squinting, making her face a look of disgust. "I can barely believe I do, after what you've done."
"Then why not just kill me?" I breathed. "You afraid of killing?"
She stuck out her chest haughtily. "No!"
I smiled, because I knew she was. I gently grabbed the wrist of the hand that held her wand and pointed it at my chest, right on my heart. "Then do it."
She glanced from my eyes, to the wand, and back again.
"Go on." I steadied my stance and held both hands to her wrist, locking it. "Do it. By killing me, you will save so many useless lives." I taunted. I knew she wouldn't do it, but I wanted to make her second guess herself.
She forcefully ripped her arm away and returned her wand to her pocket. "I will not entertain this." she stated. "I have to get back to somebody. I just wanted to-"
"What? See if your simple spells contained me?" I cut off.
She sighed, I could feel how frustrated she was. It made me smile. "I wanted to make sure you had something to eat. I will be back soon." she promised.
"I will not eat that wretched thing." I scoffed.
"Fine." she said pushing past me and walking towards the window. She stared at it for some time, looking out to the raging blizzard outside. "I will return in a couple of days. There's more food and drinks in the-" but she stopped, realizing she had already blown apart the small refrigerator. She started over. "I will be back."
Just like that, she apparated and left me alone yet again in this disgusting "hotel room". I sighed in frustration and sat down on the bed that was untouched. I told myself it wouldn't be long before I figured out how to escape, still not feeling any sense of insolence to my situation. Any wizard could be held captive for a little while. I will be able to escape. I thought to myself. And then I would find this girl, and kill her.
Next Chapter: Hermione unites with Ron and Harry to help them destroy a horecrux, but she returns to Voldemort right before they destroy it, and sees what it does to him. The Dark Lord attempts an escape. Is he successful? What will she do to make him stay?
A.N. So, what do you think? Please review if you think I should continue. The point of view will change in each chapter, so please don't get confused. I will abbreviate whose point of view it is at the top of each chapter so there is no confusion. If you have any suggestions or constructive criticism, go ahead and review.
