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"Little Hermione Granger." Fear washed over her skin. She brought her eyes up and there he stood. the Dark Lord. "Pathetic." He spat. Hermione pushed her self off the floor despite the burning pain that rang through her, screaming for attention.
"I'm not PATHETIC!" She yelled clinching her fists. Oh if only she had her wand!
"How dare you!" Bellatrix defended. "Crucio!" Once again that searing fire spread through her but Hermione bit her lip.
"Pretending to be strong? Why don't you give up? They're never coming back for you, they left with out sparing a thought for you." His voice whispered into her ear, she felt as though it was crawling all over her skin. Her heart was pounding and jumping into her throat. He was right, they didn't wait for her they didn't even look at her they just left her here. "Ah finally! Realization!" He chuckled. Hermione's jaw tightened in restraint for the cruel words she wanted to throw at them. Her eyes flashed to Snape who stood in the corner refusing to meet her eyes. 'Coward' she thought. The Dark Lord stepped in front of her and she locked her eyes with his they were filled with murder and coldness yet something else. "You show no fear...yet you know you're going to die." He muttered holding her gaze even tighter. "Leave us!" He ordered. The room slowly emptied.
"What, want to play with me a little before you kill me?" She taunted, what did she have to lose? She was going to be dead soon any way.
"The thought had crossed my mind but then I came upon another idea." He hissed dragging his wand along her throat. Hermione gulped.
"And?" She said fighting a cracking voice.
"I've heard things about you, smart and wise. Yet a mud blood. I sense the power in you. You are strong."
"Get to the point." She snapped.
"Crucio!" Hermione fell to her knees as he continued to hold the curse on her. She clawed at the inside of her palms as her body set flame. "You need to learn your place." He smirked slowly releasing the hold. Hermione said nothing instead she kept her head down taking in ragged breaths. "As I was saying before, I know your filthy blood may bring up some altercations with the others but I can not help feeling that there is something...there." His hot breath tickled the back of her neck, he gripped on to a big patch of her curls and yanked her head up. "Get on your feet!" Hermione stumbled and wobbled but made her way up. "Take your wand!" He threw the wand at her and luckily she caught it. "Defend yourself." He hissed. And his lips formed another curse but before he could she sent one towards him.
"Crucio!" Her voice boomed filling the room. He quickly blocked it and grinned.
"That's a little dark for you mud blood." He chuckled.
"Desperate times desperate measures." She shrugged.
"Very well, incarcerous!" Hermione couldn't even blink she fell back gasping as the rope tightened around her neck. "Aw come on now tell me that this hasn't bested you." She put on her best glare while fighting for air.
"In..cendio.." She rasped out her wand aimed at him. Thank fully it distracted him enough to make the rope disappear.
"There it is! That spark!" He yelled excited, a side shed never seen or heard of. He was a mad man finding this new idea or pet. "So powerful, it's surprising coming from a mud blood, kind of insulting and infuriating but intriguing nonetheless." He whispered running about the room and turning to look at her every now and then. She sat there staring up at him in confusion and disgust. What on bloody earth was he planning?
"What?" She asked looking at him like he was an idiot. Why was the Dark Lord blubbering about, when would he just kill her?
"Here's what I will tell you." He said bringing a hand across her cheek, caressing her. "I'm going to keep you, you're going to help me."
Hermione's face turned to one of anger and refusal.
"What?!"
"Barty!" He called out, and in seconds stepped one of his loyal death eaters.
"Yes my lord." He bowed.
"Take her to my chambers." He ordered waving his wand at her. Barty grinned and licked his lips.
"Gladly my lord." Barty grabbed her arms and pulled her up holding her tightly against his body.
"What?! No!" She screamed kicking and punching her arms out.
"Imperio!" Lord Voldemort waved his wand over Hermione and her mind felt empty all she wanted was to hear that voice again. "Go to my chambers." Hermione nodded. "See that she gets there." Barty nodded and carried the now more than willing Hermione as he made his exit. 'Fight damn it!' She thought yelling at herself but her body wouldn't budge from the pathway.
"You're a lovely one." He grinned placing his hand on my jean covered waist. 'Get your hands off of me!' Her mind screamed. "Fighting the curse are you love?" He laughed as the two walked up to a big wooden door. "In you go." He shoved Hermione in the room and stepped in himself. Hermione felt the curse being lifted and rage began sinking in.
"Get your grimy self away from me!" She jumped shoving him away.
"I'd be a bit more careful when yelling at a stranger girl."
"You're not a stranger Barty Crouch Jr. I remember you; 4th year. Harry told me about you." She stepped up bravely, swallowing her fears.
"Oh did he now?" He licked his lips.
"Yeah he did." 'Lie Hermione lie' "He said you were this weak little coward. Couldn't even fight your way past Snape or Dumbledore, why Voldemort keeps you around I don't know? You're rather weak."
"You'll pay bitch, crucio!" Hermione fell to her knees. "I love it, down on your knees." He gripped onto the back of her neck releasing the curse. He slipped a hand down into her shirt grasping her breast and roughly squeezing it.
"Get the bloody hell off of me!"
"Imperio." He whispered into her ear. 'No no no!' Her mind cried. "Aw it's not so bad beautiful, I'll be gentle I swear." He pulled her up and threw her onto the bed.
"If you don't mind, I'd rather you not take advantage of the mud blood on my bed." The Dark Lord growled entering the room. Barty jumped off of her and straightened himself out. "Release her please, she's useless in that state and I'd prefer a little challenge." He grinned a sly smile.
"Yes my lord." Hermione felt her self come back in control of her body as Barty walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.
"Merlin..." She groaned feeling like she could cry.
"Looks like Bella left deep scars." Hermione looked down at her arm where mud blood had been carved in, she remembered Harry's horrified face when he ran into the room seeing Bellatrix sitting on top of her with a knife carving her like a pumpkin on Halloween.
"What do you want? Come to finish what he started?" She spat watching as he watched her. The Dark Lords gaze hardened, he grabbed her neck and pulled her off the bed. He shoved her against the wall, Hermione desperately clawed at his hands trying to be released but he merely laughed at her mocking her attempts.
"You do not speak to me with such disrespect it won't be tolerated! Unlike my friends I wouldn't lower myself to being Intimate with filth like you." Hermione winced and nodded. The Dark Lord released her and she dropped to the ground. Rubbing her throat she carefully stood instantly bringing her eyes to his. She wasn't going to be afraid of him. "You look me in the eyes with no fear yet I know you're scared."
Hermione's face wrinkled in confusion.
"I'm not going to be a afraid of you."
"Yet you fear death." He smirked.
"Yes but not you." His smirk fell and his fist slammed into the wall beside her head. "Why do you want me?!"
"You're going to help me kill Harry Potter."
"You can never make me do such a thing!" She gaped shoving him. the Dark Lord jabbed his wand into her throat.
"Silence you insolent little girl!" Hermione cursed her self for her anger. "Crucio." It was a whisper but a strong one. She cringed in pain and he pushed the wand deeper until she began screaming.
"Please!" She cried out, she began sliding down the wall but the Dark Lord stopped her. He kept her pinned there withering in pain.
"You want it to stop?" He asked she frantically nodded. "It burns doesn't it? Like fire spreading through you burning your organs up."
She continued to sob. "You look at me as though you are close to my standing which you are nothing more than filth. You claim you are not afraid of me but I look at you now and you see that I hold the power between letting you live and killing you! You are going to do as I say you aren't going to fight, your little Gryffindor bravery is going to cease! You will break and become the most loyal and faithful subject! You will stand by my side. You will fight for my cause!" Hermione could hardly understand anything anymore. The pain was too much she was going mad. Slowly going mad. "Do you understand!" She couldn't find words she did something she thought to be nodding her head but she couldn't be sure. Suddenly the pain stopped she fell into his arms and he carried her to his bed. She couldn't move, she still felt ripples of slight pain shoot through her causing her to jerk every few seconds. He held his wand to her chest and she felt a flood of soft cool liquid wash over her and she felt the madness pass through her but not all the way. She still felt this horror and fear rushing inside.
"Vol-"
"You will call me 'my lord'." He snapped at her. Hermione mumbled the faint words.
"Yes my lord..." And her world went black.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open as day light leaked into the room. She sat up gasping her hands roaming over her body trying to make sure everything was still there. It all was. Even the blood coating her skin and she had this ache inside of her mind. This fear that now haunted her.
"Good morning beautiful." Hermione jumped covering her self with the silk sheets. Barty sat across from her an evil grin on his lips, he ran his hand down her leg and licked his lips.
"Get away from me." She whimpered.
"Now now beautiful you best behave, wouldn't want the Dark Lord finding out you're disrespecting his Death Eaters." Hermione's heart dropped remembering what the dark lord did last night.
"Away with you, Barty." The dark lord hissed entering his chambers with a bang of the door. Barty grimaced biting down his rage but he promptly got up and left. Hermione thanked the heavens the Dark Lord showed up when he did, she had been getting lucky like that a lot lately. "Get up girl, bow. Show respect or do I need to remind you what happens when you don't." She jumped off the bed and bowed to him keeping her eyes low. "Very good, you learn quickly. I'd feared I'd held you under the cruciatus too long and you'd be useless guess I was...wrong." He grinned bring his hand across her cheek. "Get your self washed and then meet me by the door. Do not take long." Hermione nodded and bowed before leaving him.
She ran into the wash room noting the sophistication of everything surrounding her. It was black marble and porcelain with hints of green in small things. Honestly she didn't understand why everything was so nice or why she was even allowed in his rooms. She walked over to the large shower and turned it on letting it heat. Hermione pulled off her clothes doing her best to avoid the stab wounds and the small cuts. Her body had been decorated with them. She looked like some one out of a horror film, her hair was a bush and had caked blood around her scalp. She wanted to ball up and cry, no one was coming to help her. No she'd have to do this herself, she needed to pull herself together she needed to stop being weak. She stepped into the shower and cringed as the hot water hit her skin. Hermione scrubbed the dirt and blood off and at her feet the water had turned brown she bit her lip holding in her sob. 'Be strong' she told her self. She turned off the water and stepped out wiping off with the softest towel she'd ever felt. Hermione put on the under wear, black pants and t-shirt that was siting on the counter waiting for her. She didn't even want to begin imagining the pain that awaited her today.
Hermione, as she was told, walked to the door were the Dark Lord stood.
"Follow." He ordered walking away, she scrambled after him and his long strides. "Inside." He waved the door open stepping in and waiting for her to enter as well. Stepping in she saw a large empty room with a glass wall peering out on a giant field. The view stunning. "Beautiful isn't it." He muttered staring out.
"Yes my lord."
"Arm yourself." He snapped tossing her a wand. Hermione barely caught it and instantly a flash of light hit her arm.
"AH!" She yelled.
"You wait to long! You have to be quick!" Hermione glared at him and flicked her wand producing Confundo however he waved it away like it was a simple fly. "Weak! Stop being so weak!" She sharpened her gaze and clinched her teeth. Once again another flash of light shot out and hit her but on her thigh. With out even thinking she threw an angry Crucio and it actually hit him. He hissed and a sly smirk tugged on his lips. Hermione stepped back from him suddenly terrified. "There's a darkness inside of you."
"What?" She whispered as he grabbed the back of her neck stoping her movements.
"I can feel it, it's strong. It's this ball of anger in the pit of your stomach. This rage this reason you didn't hesitate to use dark magic on me."
"I-"
"You're worth more than I thought you'd be, mud blood." He grinned. "Take off your shirt." Hermione looked horrified.
"But-"
"Now!" He yelled, Hermione moved quickly pulling it off and balling it up. She felt so indecent and vulnerable. "Turn." She turned away from him and immediately felt the pressure of a wand on her right shoulder blade. She felt something burn onto her skin. Hermione moved away from it but he held her in place.
"What are you doing!" She cried out as the burning continued. He pulled the wand away and released her.
"You belong to me now, no one besides me will touch you without feeling pain unless given permission. You wear my symbol."
"What!" She frantically looked over her shoulder trying to see it but all she got were hints of black ink.
"But-"
"What? Have you been thinking you'll escape? Did you hope that maybe your little stupid friends would come to save you? They aren't coming back! You are tainted, you belong to me now! You wear my mark, no one will dare even look in your direction with out my permission!" Hermione cringed back, she felt tears brim her eyes and anger boil inside of her. She could never go back...she wouldn't be accepted there anymore. She pointed her wand at him and shot him away from her. Over and over she pounded him with spells and curses. Over and over he deflected them. He was enjoying it! He was basking in her anger.
"You! MONSTER!" She screamed continuing to curse him. He laughed stepping closer and closer. He grabbed her wand from her hand and she fell to her knees.
"That's right little one give in, realize. No ones coming for you, no one will want you anymore...no one will want you but me." The words hit her like knives and her mind began to crumble. She gave in, at least for now.
"Yes my lord."
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one will soon follow!