I was told Dementors would suck out my soul if I didn't credit the JK Rowling. So here it is. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I just enjoy adding my own thoughts to it.
So, now that I don't have to worry about my unhappy moments, on with the story.
Added note 2/4/15. Previously known as Soul in Bondage. Changed title and now a one shot due to writer block after one chapter. Sucks, I know.
Will eventually write Soul in bondage, but not at this time.
Reviews are great desired and much appreciated! Thank you :)
Awareness came to her slowly, and with that awareness came pain. Once more seizures racked her body, effects from the cruciatus curse. She willed the seizures to stop, though it would prove no use. Each tremble caused the pain to increase tenfold, till she was shrieking in agony, from the after effects of inflicted curses and physical beating. Blood oozed from open scars that marred the entirety of Hermione's body, only slowing when the tremors ceased.
She spared a quick thought for Harry and Ron. At least they had escaped the manor, she thought with relief. They could go on to destroy Voldemort. They didn't need her now to accomplish that. She had prepared them well. She would give up her life for victory. A victory she somehow knew would be achieved. It would be worth it.
Another seizure racked her body, but the pain seemed to be less this time around. Hermione suspected it was due to blood loss and the coldness of the dungeon.
She never noticed the sound of footsteps coming towards the cell, nor the shadow that fell over her body. Hermione barely moaned as she was grabbed by her hair and dragged out of the cell.
She shivered with fear as she heard his voice. "I am rather disappointed that you have tortured her to the point of uselessness. I shan't even bother with her, it will provide me no entertainment. Tell me Lucius. Who ruined all my fun?"
Lucius replied back in a low voice, which seemed to tremble slightly, "It was Bellatrix, my lord."
A fond smile crossed Voldemort's face briefly. "Ah, Bellatrix. She does get a bit too enthusiastic at times. No matter, she will just take the mudblood's place as punishment for a few hours."
"And what should be done with the mudblood my lord?"
Voldemort tapped his wand lightly against his lips as he thought. "Give her to the Dementor. It will be quite amusing to hear her screams as her soul is sucked from her body."
Hermione whimpered, tears running down her cheeks as she realized she would not even be granted a quick pain free death. The tears surprised her, she had thought she was all cried out.
She was floating along the hallway, hearing voices around her, jeering, giggling and laughing. She continued on through a door, into a room, pitch black and frozen over. Hermione began to pant, her breath puffing out in foggy increments.
Her body hit the floor hard and she hear the door slam.
Hermione became terrified as several images ran through her mind. Images like Professor Snape belittling her in class, of Harry and Ron making fun of her in her first year of Hogwarts, having no other friends, and the moment her parents died a horrible death.
A scream rose within her as her terror increased. The screaming continued until she felt a sharp pulling at her inner most self. She arched upwards as her soul was literally being vacuumed from her forcefully and painfully. A moment of wonder filled her as saw a small shining orb floating above her that highlight the grotesque features of the Dementor's face. And her last thought before she ceased to exist was that of morbid humor. She certainly hadn't expected her first kiss to turn out this way.