Disclaimer: Do I really have to tell you that I DON'T own Harry Potter? Come on people if I wrote them HBP never would have happened. And Ginny would have kicked it back in COS.
A/N: This was inspired by Mysterious Dark soul's Darkness. I used to be a DHR shipper and really liked dark one sided obsessive ones but now that I'm a HHR shipper I thought I'd give it a try and give Dark!Harry a try. Hermione is not dark she is with Harry- well read and find out. I'm no good at writing smut so I think this is R or M or whatever for images maybe just to be on the safe side though I doubt it will get to bad.
I watch him as he moves about the room, talking to men and women his voice warm, strong, comforting. His dark hair, once so messy and wild cut short, showing his scar. Daring anyone to say anything against him. My husband is handsome, strong, truly he was a perfect specimen of a perfect husband. He dresses me in the finest silk, I have servants who see to my every whim, a companion who sits with me as I read. I have a life that any woman would envy. He gives me lavish gifts, showers me in jewels, clothes, books, anything I want is mine instantly. He tells me he loves me every time he sees me. I never have to doubt his love for me. I don't worry he is unfaithful because he doesn't so much as look at any other's direction much to their fury.
Oh yes I have a life any woman would envy.
Yet I would run from this place if given half a chance. I would run and run and run until I was to far away for him to find me. Leave the lavish world He as put me in the centre of.
He looks at me suddenly as if He had heard my thoughts. Maybe He has. His green eyes narrow at me and I can do nothing but look back at Him, hoping I haven't angered Him. Praying that He hadn't heard me.
Without a word to the man He had been talking to, He came to my side. I will my heart to stop beating so fast afraid that He might hear it. He stairs at me for the longest time, His green eyes searching my face. I feel Him brush my mind with His and I carefully blank out any thoughts of escape. He is not rough with His search of my mind. Gentle probing, carefully flipping though my recent thoughts.
"Are you alright?" He finally asked after several more minutes.
I try to smile, knowing He prefers when I smile but I feel so sick to my stomach that I can't manage it. "I'm not feeling very well." I admit.
His green eyes are concerned when He gently cups my cheek in His large, warm hand. "You should go to bed then." He says softly.
Not so much a suggestion as a order. I hear it in His tone see it in his eyes. He doesn't want me ill. In another time, another place, another person I would see this as concern, but from Him it was a order.
So I nod and I wait for Him to softly kiss my cheek before walk out of the room. The men and women gathered there part like a sea for me, none willing to stop me. I continue down the halls remembering at time when it had rung with the laughter of children. Before Him.
Hogwarts had really not changed that much, the same portraits hung on the wall, the Great Hall was much the same, but it was a tome now. Children still learned here, they still came here as scared first years and graduated confident adults. But it was all different now. The first years really did have something to fear.
Someone to fear. And I had just left Him.
I make my way though the halls, anyone I meet bowing slightly to me from the youngest first year to the oldest crone who passes me. I close my eyes as they do so. I, who fought for the rights of House Elf's now have humans bowing before me. It makes me sick. Just another thing I would run from.
Rather than make my way to my rooms I decide to take a detour to the dungeons. Once the place of learning the delicate art of potions they now are what the name implies. Men and women from every walk of life are now here, any who appose Him. By rights I should be down here, I oppose Him more than anyone here. I fought against Him, gathered all who resisted His ways and lead them against Him. But He beat me, all of us.
And now here they are dirty and stuck in cages as if they were rabid animals. And I-- I am dressed in the finest silk, draped in jewels and told I was loved every day. It makes my stomach churn.
I go the last cell where I know Oliver Wood was kept. Another leader against Him, he is kept alive so he can't be seen as a martyr. Not that there is enough who oppose Him to make much of a difference.
"Hermione." Oliver says when he sees me, a large smile on his face.
I smile back. "Hi, how are you doing?"
Oliver shrugs. "Not bad, whatever you did got us more food. Thanks."
I swallow hard, at least He kept his promise to feed the prisoners more. "Good. Is anyone sick, or hurt?" I ask.
Oliver shakes his head. "No, everyone's fine."
I glance at my watch seeing that He will be coming to our rooms soon. "I have to go, I'll come to see you soon."
Oliver nods.
I leave the dungeons, murmuring hellos to those I know. They thank me for making sure they have enough to eat, can see a healer, have books to fill the empty days of their captivity. It makes me ill to know they are down here, while I live in luxury. They live in dark cells with rats. I live in a gilded cage with snakes and monsters.
No, my real prison lays with them. He knows so long as they are alive and in His grasp that I will do everything He says so long as He doesn't hurt them. My prison is made of flesh and bone of people I love.
When I arrive outside my door He's there, waiting for me, His green eyes cool and calm. Once again I feel Him brush my mind, not bothering to hide where I had been. He doesn't care if I visit the prisoners. On the contrary He likes it. A constant reminder of why I stay. Seemingly satisfied at what He saw, He takes my hand, leading me into a lavish bedroom with light blue walls.
"How is Wood?" He asks.
"Fine, thank you for sending them more food."
He smiles. "After what you did for it, I had to."
I look away and I hear him laugh. "Come now, my love no shame, you do what you had to, to keep them well fed."
Run away.
I long to do so, to run until I'm free, until there is so much distance between us that it would be impossible for him to find me.
But I can't. I had run before and he found me. I tried to fight, but his power was too great. I fought, but He barely had to make any effort to recapture me. And everyone that had helped me paid a heavy price. But none as much as I.
Guilt is a horrible emotion.
Now I am responsible for more than twenty people. Their lives for mine. They are safe and well fed so long as I stay. The rest I barter with Him. Extra food, more books the occasional trip outside.
All I have to give is total obedience.
He comes up behind me, brushing my hair to expose my neck, then leaning down to kiss the exposed skin.
My eyes flutter close.
I hate Him. This thing, whatever it was had killed the real Harry long ago. Had eaten him up from the inside. The Dark Arts are like a cancer, but Harry had learned them. He thought he could handle it, had ignored my pleading to stop reading the Dark Texts, but he went on. And now that Harry is gone, my sweet, charming love is gone, leaving his place, a dark man. A man who holds me prisoner even as he tells me he loves me.
As He lays me down on the bed, covering me with His own body, filling me stretching me, making me scream in ecstasy I don't know who I hate more. Him for forcing me into this life. Or myself for loving it.
For loving Him.
Loving the thing that destroyed my Harry.
A/N: So what did you think? Good, bad, make you want to kill your computer for displaying such garbage? I want to know, though I would prefer constructive critique to flames.
Should I do another one like this? Make this a more elaborate story? As far as I know this is one-shot but if enough people ask for it I might make it a two shot.