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Yeah- all J.K.'s…. like she would ever have imagined Voldemort this depraved and insane.
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Title:
All For Naught
He'd known from the first moment he'd seen her that she was perfect.
Her eyes glinted with her fury; her aura sparkled with the magnitude of her power.
He wanted her.
And he would have her.
In three months time she was captured by his servants.
Bloody yet stubborn, she had been thrown at his feet, helpless before him.
For a moment, he just savored his victory.
Though she was a Mudblood, he didn't blame her.
How could he, when he himself was a half-blood, though he shuddered at the thought.
But right now, she was all he wanted.
Not even Bellatrix could surpass her passion, her strength.
He wouldn't let her go, no matter how often she pleaded.
He was keeping her here for her safety, he told himself.
Her 'friends' would degrade her and interrogate her and cage her if he released her now.
He wouldn't let that happen.
So no matter that her eyes never met his any more- he would keep her safe
from herself.
He didn't understand- why should she care for those who had opposed
him when he could give her anything she wanted?
But maybe it was just a phase she would grow out of.
Perhaps she would see the truth in
time.
After the War, when he held his Enemy in a cell deep in the bowels of
his Manor, she screamed.
She yelled, she cursed, she cried.
But he didn't understand.
Why was she not happy that he had Won?
Why was she not proud of him?
She'd locked herself in her room when his Servants told her that he commanded
her presence.
In a fit of rage, he went to her himself, grabbing her
by her hair and dragging her with him.
He wanted to see her reaction when he killed his Enemy.
Perhaps then she would see how powerful he was.
The tears streamed down her face and she was silent for the first time
since he had captured her.
She stared at the lifeless body of his Enemy, and cried.
In silence she was brought back to her room, and he
set his servant Snape to guard her.
She would come around, in time.
He stared at the sight before his eyes, unwilling to believe it.
His Snape, His Hermione…why would they have done this to him?
He stared at the two bodies swaying gently as they hung from the ceiling, crude
Phoenix's drawn on their robes.
As he had long dreamed, he now ruled the world.
There were no rebellions, no uprisings, and no coups.
The people were truly subdued, but
he could find no joy in his victory.
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