None of this is mine. Just having some fun. Hopefully this story will develop into something unique. Hard to write something that hasn't already been done. Anyway enjoy and please review.
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Part 1
Hermione's lungs were bursting form exhaustion and she knew that she had over two miles to go before she reached the port key that would get her to safety. After a year out of Hogwarts she became a member of the Order of the Phoenix. She volunteered for an assignment and was almost regretting it after getting caught.
Fortunately for the Order she sent all the information she acquired but in the process got caught and was running for her life. She wanted to apperate but found she was unable to after being stunned by some unknown spell. Something to research later if she ever got out of this mess alive.
She fell to the ground after tripping on a hidden tree root, her wand flying ahead of her. Fear filled her and she retrieved it in a panic. Her hands took hold of it only to be torn from her grasp seconds afterwards.
"Ah, so you are the spy." Voldemort stood a few feet from her holding her wand in his hand. "I can see why you slipped through, there are so many young initiates and you are rather indistinguishable."
Hermione had to hold herself in check as so not to panic but her fear of him was evident none the less. "I suppose I left the party too early."
"Indeed. If you stayed just one hour longer then left no one would have been the wiser." He walked up to her casually and took her in. "You are one of Potter's friends. I must say this is a nice find."
"I won't tell you anything." She held her ground.
"That's what everyone says, then they get tortured and they speak. Then the shame comes and they feel weak." He almost rolled his eyes.
Hermione realized he was studying her movement, breath and even what words she may speak next. "I have nothing to offer you."
"Then I should kill you."
"Then you'll have nothing to offer the Order."
Voldemort half laughed but kept his eyes on her. He knew it was affecting her. "You would make an excellent Death Eater. But I have a much better purpose for you."
At that Hermione stepped back. The pit in her stomach told her that this was going to turn ugly really fast. He smiled a predatory smile and stepped closer to her to bridge the gap between them. "Why so nervous, Miss Granger? A thousand witches would kill to have the honor I intend to bestow upon you."
She hated the sound of her name when he spoke it. "Then by all means let those thousand have that honor."
"You are mine now, Miss Granger." He was instantly before her with her head between his hands. She was forced to look up at him. "I intend to use you to the fullest and only this mind is good enough for my purposes. Young enough to bend and fill but old enough to understand."
Hermione tried to pull away from his grasp but he held her firmly. "Let me go!" Now she was loosing her nerve.
He smiled and they apperated leaving the forest stillness in their wake.
Voldemort dropped her in a heap on his study floor and turned his attention to a necklace on one of the tables laden with papers and books. He inspected it briefly before bringing his attention to Hermione.
She stood up instantly, looking for any way out of the room. All areas seemed to be blocked and without her wand she was completely at Voldemort's mercy.
"I'll do you the favor of crushing any hopes of you ever seeing your friends and family again. You are mine now and will never leave this study without myself as an escort." He placed the necklace in a box and set it on a table. "As you can see I take are of my possessions and you will be taken care of with as much care."
"I am no possession."
He snorted at her response. "So you believe now."
Her eyes darted to the box that was on the table. Something told her she was going to be wearing it very soon.
"Yes, you will. Tonight you'll understand everything. For now you need to rest."
Before she could retort she fell into a deep sleep. Voldemort caught her and brought her to a small room just off his study. It was a functional bedroom with he basics. He laid her on the bed and smiled at his good fortune. For months he had planned on capturing her. Never had he expected to capture her so soon.
"Mine."
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Hermione woke with a start. She didn't recognize the room she was in or remembered how she got there. Then her mind began to clear she remembered being captured by Voldemort in the woods.
It was still light out so she could still see what was in the room. Some basic furniture and a small but tasteful bathroom. There was a note on the table and she read it.
Miss Granger,
When you wake up you will be fed by a house elf. After eating you are to clean yourself and dress afterwords. New clothes will be provided as I will not have you dressed as a muggle.
Unless you want to have someone else suffer I would not advise you to disobey my orders.
LV
She rolled her eyes and set the letter down on the table. Seconds after wards a small house elf appeared. "Miss, what is you want to eat? Habby is to feds you, Miss."
"Um, uh...I don't know. I'm not that hungry."
The house elf started to grow upset. "Please Miss, master says you must eats, so I must get foods for you."
Not wanting to cause the house elf any stress she ordered something. "I'll have a soup and sandwich. I'm sure you can get me something good."
"Oh yes, Miss. Habby very good cook. You waits." With that she was gone.
No more than ten minutes later the food arrived. Hermione looked at the food and it was indeed very appetizing. Her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten in almost 24hours due to her running in the woods most of the night and morning after.
The food was amazing and she half regretted not getting something more. She needed no reminding of where she was being held. Then she began to ponder her surroundings. It wasn't some dungeon, no rats and she hadn't been harmed in any manner. In fact her treatment had been nothing less than hospitable.
After finishing she made her way to the bathroom and took a bath. He said to clean herself not take a shower and hurry. The shampoos for her use had to be the most expensive on the market and would make her hair style beautify even if her hair was dried in a cyclone.
Tabby came to give her a towel. "Miss, you must not take too much time. Master is wishing to see you. I helps you with your dressing, Miss."
Hermione took the towel and dried herself off. Habby styled her hair by pulling it up in an elegant bun with a golden hair comb. It really suited her. Now the part she was dreading, the dress. It didn't look like there was much to it but was surprised when it covered everything tastefully. The real surprise was when the dress pulled in at her waist and chest. Now she looked like a woman. The image of the woman in the mirror was unlike her and made her feel uncomfortable.
To be honest she liked the bookworm look. It suited her and it kept many moronic men away from her. She knew she was beautiful in a way but never bothered to get all girly about it.
"Miss, please to the study Miss." Habby left in a puff.
Hermione stepped out and saw Voldemort taking notes from some ancient manuscripts. He turned to face her. "I see you are smart enough not to fight."
"I had no reason to. You've been nothing but surprisingly hospitable to me. Plus the fact you still have my wand."
"Indeed, now as for your purpose here." He picked up the box he used yesterday and pulled out the necklace. He handed it to her with a look that told her not to resist.
She held the chain not wanting to touch the purple jewel that was attached. It made her feel strange simply being this close to it. Then her mind was beginning to fog over and it took a great deal of concentration to keep alert. That pit in her stomach was telling her again that something bad was about to happen. She threw it to the floor.
Voldemort's previous calm features hardened. "Pick it up Granger."
Though the threat was clear she wasn't going to play along. "No." She was rewarded with a blast of the cruciatus curse. She fell to the floor with her face only inches away from the necklace. The curse was lifted and she picked herself up off the floor using the wall behind her for support. "I won't pick it up."
"I see that I'll have to bend your arm then. Habby!" In an instant the elf was standing before her master.
"Yes, Master. How is it I can helps you?"
Voldemort turned his attention to Hermione. "How would you like to see this pitiful creature suffer for your actions?"
"I...that's not. No." Voldemort raised his wand slightly ready to curse the poor elf. "Wait!" Before he could finish the words to the curse she was holding the necklace in her hands. "I have it."
"Thank you Habby you are no longer required here." With that Habby was gone. "Next time there will be no warning and I won't be using a house elf."
"What is the purpose of this?" Now she was visibly shaking trying to keep her mind in check. It was harder to do as each second passed.
"Put it on Granger and you'll find out."
It was no request but a direct order. She fumbled with the clasp and put it on her neck. As soon as the stone made contact with her skin her mind cleared. In fact never had she been able to think so clearly in her life. "You never wanted to cause me any harm. In fact you never will again as long as I wear this necklace."
"Very good Hermione. You are mine now. You simply don't realize it yet."
She looked over to the books on the shelf and wanted nothing more than to read them but was stopped with his hand on her wrist. "You will only read the books I give you to read. I'll not have you ruining my private collection."
"If you researched me as well as I believe then you know I take better care of my books than myself."
He pulled her along to another room filled with books. She instantly felt that there was something wrong with all of them. Most were cursed. "Pick one and read."
"They're all cursed."
"That one with the bright red cover." Once again his tone was that to remind her of his previous threat.
Her hands reached up to the book and pulled it off the shelf. "Written Notes and Memoirs of Sander D. Taint. This book is banned."
"Open it and read."
At first the cover wouldn't open and it was trying to shock her in a very deadly way. The necklace grew warm and she was able to open the book. The curse was gone. As soon as she read the first page she and the book began to vibrate. Within seconds it was over and she had the greatest rush in her life. She looked at the pages and found there were no words.
"What happened to the..." She realized she knew every word in detail, each page. The texture and smell. It was as if she ate the book. "Is that what the necklace does? I wear it and when I read I absorb the book?"
"Yes. Now you will answer all my questions." He placed a ring on his finger. "This will force you to answer. Did Taint come up with the Horad Potion or did he steal it from someone else?"
"He made it himself. The potion consists of-" The thought to fight back never even entered her mind. It almost felt natural. Was she that weak?
"That's fine. Now to take the next step." He stood in front of her and held his ring hand to the side of her face. All he had to do was think the question in his head and he knew it instantly.
The action created a temporary bond. Hermione felt that rush again as the information passed from her to him. The knowledge wasn't lost to her either. "Is it supposed to feel that good?"
"Enjoy that did you? Well then you'll be rewarded with more. Take another book."
This time Hermione hesitated. "You can't use these books. That's why you need me. You're going to turn me into your personal library of books." The realization made her shudder. There would be no way that he would ever let her go once she finished absorbing all that knowledge. Most of the labels have been sought after for centuries.
"Good girl, Hermione. Now choose another. I know you want to."
She tried to resist the urge but it was so strong. "It's addictive. You couldn't do this yourself because it would be far too great a distraction to you. Even if I want to stop to help the Order I won't be able to." A tear rolled down her face as she pulled another from the shelf. The curse tried to attack her but the necklace removed the curse and she began the process of absorbing the book. This time she took her time to prolong the rush. "Merlin!" She fell to the floor and was ready to read another. She was pulled up and physically forced from the room. "No!"
"You will learn to control yourself. Now!"
Hermione calmed herself down as best she could. "How could you do this to me? I can never read a book again without destroying it."
He held onto her as she would no doubt aim for his private collection in an instant out of a mix of revenge and need. He knew the need would pass in an hour. "It is better this way. Easier to transport one person than an entire library of books. Why steal one when all you need to do is absorb it and leave the cover behind?" His hand reached up to her head again. "Now for a reward."
The bond was created again and she fell against him allowing him all the information he desired. He pulled his hand away gently easing the bond off. Hermione became clear headed again and pulled herself away from him.
He let her go. "No one knows you are here. None of my Death Eaters know of this necklace or that I have created it. The Order will be looking for you and I will make sure they find your dead body." He reached out and pulled some hair from her head.
She screamed as she reached out and slapped him. "You monster! Nooo!" That earned her a backhand slap and being shoved against a bookshelf. Several books fell around them. He held her neck in a vice grip. "I hate you! I-"
"This is your life now Hermione. The better you learn your place the better off you'll be." He dragged her to her room and threw her on the bed. "Morn your old life for a while. Tomorrow the only person that you'll be in contact with is myself for the rest of your life. I have no intentions on letting you go once you absorb all that knowledge."
With that he walked out and locked the door behind him. Hermione burst into tears and threw the closest thing he could fing against the door. A small vase suffered for her anger.
Everyone she knew would stop looking for her once she they saw her dead body. There are ways to keep a polyjuice potion working on a dead body for a week or more. No one would believe she had lived once they saw the body. Especially after she had gone missing for a few days.
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