Chapter one: Bondage Thy Soul
The Great Hall was an alien location now, once where the golden trio ate, laughed, and lived their childhood memories, was now lingered with blood, corpses and broken wands. Hermione Granger didn't have the time to reminisce, a flash of green light came close to her ear, she quickly dodged to the side.
"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted as the black witch flew back.
Hermione smirked with her win and she turned to the centre of the hall. Harry was in the final duel. It could go either way.
One cannot survive without the other.
She chanted Harry's name in her mind.
But then… It happened. It ended. A body fell to the floor, and a loud crackle of laughter pieced the room.
"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!"
Hermione stood, frozen.
"Shit… Harry" She whispered as she fell to her knees.
This wasn't the plan, her eyes flooded with tears, she begins to sob.
Voldemort's laugh continued to bark around the great hall. He's won. The dark side had won.
"I am now your Master young ones! come to me, or rejoin your precious 'saviour'!"
Draco was the first to move towards the Dark Lord. He bowed.
"Ah Draco, I knew you wouldn't betray me." Voldemort said as he ushered Draco in for a hug.
"My loyalty knows no limits for you My Lord."
Voldemort released him and dismissed him, Draco then submissively walked and stood behind him.
Most of the hall joined to be behind Voldemort, the remaining adult death eaters were rounding up the rest. Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape came to Hermione's side, she begun aware when Lucius gave her a firm kick in the side, making her falling sprawled across the floor.
"Well, it seems the filthy little Mudblood survived the fight…"
"Doubt Our Lord would want a mudblood in his ranks!"
"You might be right Lucius…"
Snape wrenched Hermione onto her feet by a fistful of hair. Hermione winced from the pain. The ordeal gained the Dark Lord's attention.
"Ah, Little Miss Granger. A filthy mudblood." The Dark Lord spoke as he walked over towards them.
"I've never allowed a mudblood into my ranks… I might make an exception for you." Voldemort's long bony hands reach out and his thumb strokes Hermione's cheek.
"I would rather die!" Hermione sobbed.
"Is that what you wish Mudblood? to join the precious 'boy who lived'?"
He sighs.
"I think there are better ways to dispose of you than killing you." He whispers.
"Lucius, take her to the others, she'll go on sale tomorrow!" and with that Voldemort left to return to the centre of the great hall.
Lucius grabbed hold of hermione's arm and apperated to the dungeons of Riddle manor. Hermione saw all of the other girls, chained, beaten and bruised, some were covered in a rag to protect their modesty others were completely bare. She heaved at the mistreatment of these girls. She feared for what she might have to endure.
Lucius trows her into an empty cell, she lands on the floor with a mighty thud. she grunted and got up to her feet. Lucius with a flick of his wand, stripped the girl to just her underwear and chained her to the wall via her ankles.
'not bad, mudblood, nice little figure.' Lucius rubs his crotch as he studies hermione.
'I may even bid on you myself tomorrow.'
Hermione spits at him.
'I won't allow myself to be sold to a man like you, I'd rather die.'
'Death would be a reward my dear.' A red handprint appeared on hermione's left cheek with a smarting sting.
'Sleep tight.' He said with a sadistic grin.
Lucius left the cell, making sure it was locked securely and went upstairs. Hermione was now left with the weak and broken girls, waiting to succumb to her fate.