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As of 6/30/08 I went back and edited alot! No big plot changes but grammer, SPELLING, and wrong words. So I hope its easier to read now!
I'm not going to lie. The first chapter is longer then I would have liked. I had to add some things in there that don't seem important but they are. (Already have you wondering huh?) Voldemort is OOC and Hermione is very scared and shocked as to what is going on around her. Book six and seven are ignored in this story. Many sexual parings but just one main will keep continuing throughout the story. There are reasons why its rated M, but each chapter will have a warning at the top of it.
Enjoy!
Warning(s): Cussing and Sexual Mention.
Chapter One: Laced With Nitroglycerin
"Let go off my hand…please…your hurting me!" Hermione was crying and begging out in desperation.
Only a few hours ago she was reading up on magical herbs for her St. Mungos final exam, tomorrow, if she passed, she would be an official St. Mungo's healer. A small 'thump' came from downstairs. Thinking perhaps her cat had knocked something over she kept reading. She had only read three words when she heard her mother's high pitch scream echo throughout the house. In a dash, Hermione was at the top of her staircase looking down upon the scene.
"Who are you? Get away from my parents!" Her voice barked the command to someone behind the living room wall so she could not see who it was from the stairs.
A mans deep laugh was heard from the other side of the wall. Hermione flew down stairs, that wasn't her father's laugh… Stopping at the threshold between her hallway and living room, she saw her mom cornered against the fireplace and a man in a black hooded robe. The hooded man had his wand pointed straight at her mother's heart.
Without even thinking, she had her wand out and sent a stupefying curse towards him. His reaction was quick; he simply flicked his wand over his shoulder and blocked the curse. He did it simply, without a thought. Hermione looked up to her mother who was pointing towards the couch. Her eyes unwilling followed her mother's finger to the lifeless body of her father on the floor.
"You bastard you killed my father…." tears formed in her eyes, not only from sadness but also from pure rage.
The man turned his head over his shoulder for a minute. His mask confirmed he was Death Eater. The only part of him that was not hidden under a cloak or mask were his eyes. The eyes she saw were green, a poison, murderous, green…they were the same color as the green curse shot from his wand into her mother's chest.
Watching her mother crumple to the floor and not move took Hermione's mind. She wanted him dead; she wanted those green eyes to suffer! But in less then a second his hand was on her shoulder and she felt the sick dizzy sensation of side-along apparition, being pulled out of a situation without knowing before hand always made the person that was being transported sick.
With a thud, she hit the ground, only the ground was a bright red carpet with gold trim. She looked at it for but only a moment before she was picked up rather roughly and dragged down the dark staircase.
His hand was cutting off her circulation, but after what she had said before, his grip lessened.
A few moments later she was flung into a dark cell, it looked like an old fashion castle dungeon. But when she thought about it, this place probably was an old castle.
"Would you like something before I go?" The deep voice behind the mask was speaking to her.
"YES, I WOULD! I WOULD LIKE TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" She screamed.
He tilted his head to the right a little before replying, "Sorry, drank the last can yesterday, were all out of that." His sarcasm only made her angrier, she flipped him off.
"Well if theirs nothing I can really do for you then, good night." She heard footsteps walking away.
"How do you expect me to sleep! After watching what you did earlier, I'll only have nightmares! You're a cold hearted bastard!" She sobbed harder then before as she wrapped her arms around knees and crept to the corner where straw lay for a bed.
To her surprise, the footsteps stopped and he was back at her cell. "You know nothing of nightmares. You're too young to go insane from nightmares." He pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"What are you going to do-?"
He cast a blue charm of some kind on her. Her eyes felt heavy, he put a sleeping charm on her.
Right before giving into the charm she heard him whisper, "Maybe the dreamers charm will work for you, …it never does for me." She then heard the footsteps walking away again and before she knew it, everything went black.
When she woke up, she wasn't sure what time or day it was. Candles were her only light source, for there were no windows. She jumped at the shock of hearing a door open and slam. Then footsteps came. Expecting to the see the green-eyed man, she stood up and waited to see what he wanted.
Instead, it was another man. She gasped.
His skin was a very light tint of peach. His lips had a faint rose coloring to them, yet still they were thin. His nose was small and looked a little odd on his face, but nothing that would make him stand out to much. His head had a little just a little black hair, maybe hair took longer to grown in then everything else had. He had on black pants and a black robe. He almost looked completely human. Yes, Hermione knew this man. Lord Voldemort had definitely changed his outside appearance but he could never change his eyes.
"Do you recognize me Hermione?"
"Of corse, I would recognize those evil eyes anywhere." Her voice was a whisper, she wanted to be brave but something was wrong. He was not looking at her with the intent to murder; no he was looking at her differently.
"Do not be afraid of me Hermione, I wouldn't want my fiancé to be afraid of me…."
"Fiancé? I am not your fiancé!" She suddenly forgot about being scared.
"Oh really then why is that ring on your finger?"
She looked down and sure enough, a silver snake with a green emerald wrapped around her finger as a small ring. "How did you?"
"Rabastan put it on you this mourning for me."
"Rabastan? Rabastan Lestrange?" She had seen him once in the Department of Mysterious.
"Well looks like I'm famous, My Lord." she could barley make out the tall figure because Voldemort was blocking the light.
Hermione didn't like the way his voice sounded, all cocky like. "Yes, your Rodolphus Lestranges brother aren't you?" She heard a sharp in take of breath, but she knew he couldn't say anything in front of their master. She had the feeling he was usely in his brother or sister-in-laws shadow most of the time, not getting much of any glory.
"You and Rodolphus will be questioning and explaining EVERYTHING I have explained to you, to her. Because Bellatrix and I will both be gone, you two will be in charge of this place and when I come back I want her to be prepared for everything."
"Now please unlock her cell and I will take her for now." Rabastan quickly did what he told. As soon as the cell opened, Voldemort grabbed Hermione's shoulder and pushed her down the hall.
"From this point on call me Tom. Filthy name it is, I am using it for the current time being….because…of special situations." Hermione had no time to open her mouth to ask why. "Now let's get you cleaned up before I leave, so I can see your full beauty."
"I want to know what's going on. What are you going to do with me? Why are you doing this to me?"
She could go on for hours but his frown and narrowed eyes mad her stop.
"You'll be in this house with my two most loyalist servants, the only way your going to get hurt is if you offend them and they punish you. Depending on how much damage, I may punish them or punish you even more."
"For your amusement they are also to be your whores if you may wish."
'Ick' Hermione thought. 'Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange? I didn't think so.'
"Stop shaking, I am not going to kill you. I would have already done so by this point if I wanted to."
'Oh yea, well that's relief!' Hermione thought sarcastically.
"If I had the time to explain details myself I would, but at the time being…I have other important matters to attend to." He led her up a lot of stairs to a huge, dark bedroom, which she suspected to be his own, and into a white marble bathroom. Everything outlined in gold.
"Now take a warm relaxing bath I will see you when you are done." He walked out of the room.
This looked like a palaces bathroom. She turned two handles. One jet out clear room temperature water and the other to her surprise was letting out shiny bubbles that foamed in the tub and floated about the room. She had no problem stripping and slipping in the water.
"I'll escape but I'll just play along for now, he said he was leaving so I'll just have to deal with those two idiots. I've beaten them before, and I'm sure I can do it again…even if I don't have five other people with me." She took a deep gulp she had to plan this carefully or it could mean her life, no matter what 'Tom' said, she didn't trust him.
After about an hour, she was out of the tub and was drying her hair with a muggle blow dryer. Tom was half-muggle after all, so she knew he would have a mixture of muggle and wizarding objects in his home. She wondered all the while in the tub and now while getting dressed, she couldn't help but ask what the 'special situation' could be for using his real name.
"Ummm…excuse me miss. I is having your clothes for you." A tiny voice came from across the room. A small, wrinkled, wide-eyed, house-elf was peeking her head from behind the door that Voldemort and herself had come through.
She threw the towel around her just incase someone else was outside the door. However, no one was, and what looked like a white school blouse and a satin purple skirt lay on the bed. A pair of panties were their too but no bra.
"This is all pinky could find Miss, Mistress Bellatrix threw out things to small for her body. Also Lord Master wants you downstairs soon Miss"
The poor elf was shaking. "That's ok…Pinky, is it? I thought house-elf's weren't allowed to touch clothing though, wouldn't you be free."
The elf's eyes stretched even wider. "No No Miss! Master Rodolphus can touch Miss Bellatrixs clothing no one else or she will be angry and punish me. No Miss I is not free. I do no want to be free!" the elf was shaking terribly now.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were the one who put them on the bed, my mistake. Please, I didn't mean to frighten you. I will be down in a few minutes ok. Thank You."
The little thing stared for a moment before running out of the room down the hall.
Her hair had dried beautifully and she looked much cleaner. Although her top was a little tight, the skirt was not tight nor to short. It was not exactly what a nun would wear but it would do for Hermione. She walked down the hall, the plush carpet between her toes felt so good, like walking on a cloud.
When she reached what looked to be the main entrance steps she looked down the railing and saw two men standing near the door, one was lying on a couch and was looking straight up at her.
"I can see you, why don't you come down and say goodbye to our master." This voice she did not recognize, the one on the couch must be Rodolphus. He had a commanding sound to his voice but to her it almost sounded like he was calling her down like she was a child.
She walked down the stairs, the wood was slick and cold, but it was beautiful either way. Voldemort was the man in the middle, Rodolphus was the one practically asleep on the couch so that meant Rabastan was the man on the right.
"Goodbye love, I will be back in three weeks, when I return, I will call you my wife." He did not hug nor kiss her. He simply flashed his eyes at her, pulled up his cloak and looked from Rabastan to Rodolphus. As if on que Rodolphus practically rolled off the couch and crawled over to Voldemort kissing the hem of his robe, Rabastan got down his knees and only had to crawl a few inches to do the same.
"Goodbye master, we will take care of her for you." Rabastan was still so close to the ground it sounded as though he was talking to the carpet.
Voldemorts laugh echoed through the whole marble entrance. "Rodolphus, your creative mind is in works already and I haven't even stepped a foot out of the house yet." He looked up at Hermione. "Rodolphus enjoys the thought of fucking you on the floor." Voldemort laughed, he loved messing around with his death eaters thoughts.
Hermione looked down at the man and could see his eyebrows crease, he wasn't please Voldemort had just said that, but he had to learn to hide his thoughts of how displeased he really was.
He looked at her for a moment longer and then stepped out the door and apparated.
"Hermione, my Master wants you do answer a few questions before doing anything else. Would you mind going to the room at the end of the hallway, I just have to grab the paper and I'll be right in there." She realized Rodolphus had a silkily smooth voice when he wasn't yelling at her from the couch.
As she walked down the hallway, Rabastan gave Rodolphus a questioning look. Rodolphus in return smiled and put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh, you'll be in on it too soon." Rabastan nodded his head. Rodolphus always shared his women. He liked having threesomes and so did Rabastan.
Well first chapter is finally finished! I hated writing it, seems so boring, but I had to give a little information as to what was happening. I know Voldemort way OOC but he will not be in the story for a while and when he gets back I promise, he'll be more like his evil self.
For now, head over to Chapter Two. We have to find out what Rodolphus is up to right?
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Title credit is lyrics from 'Theres A Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet' by Panic At The Disco.