This fanfiction has absolutely nothing to do with the Philosopher's stone. lol. Just thought i'd say taht before you got the wrong idea.

1 –Meeting Lord Voldemort

Lucius Malfoy stood before Lord Voldemort, head bent. "My Lord, we've got what you asked for" he reported, still not looking at Voldemort.

Voldemort smirked. "Excellent. It seems you are not as useless as I thought" he replied. "Bring her to me. I want to talk to her" he ordered.

Lucius straightened up and nodded. "Of course, My Lord. I'll go get her now" he said before leaving the room.

Voldemort waited. Soon Potter would die at his hand. He had realized that chasing Potter evidently just didn't work. But he also knew what did. With the right leverage, Potter would come to Voldemort of his own accord.

And Voldemort had the perfect leverage in his grasp.

The door flew open and Lucius came in, dragging an irate Hermione Granger with him. "Let go of me. Whatever you're planning it won't work" she shouted before realizing where she was.

All words failed her as she saw Lord Voldemort sitting before her, staring at her. She had stopped squirming now. The shock of realizing she was a prisoner of, not just Lucius Malfoy, but Lord Voldemort as well was enough to make anyone stunned.

Lucius let go of Hermione and she watched him give her wand to Voldemort. Voldemort took the wand and inspected it interestedly before motioning to Lucius who left the room. This left Hermione in a very dangerous predicament.

Pocketing Hermione's wand, Voldemort stood up and came towards her slowly, amused by her determination to hide her fear. "Do you know why you are here, Miss Granger?" he asked quietly.

Hermione scowled. "To be used as a way of luring Harry to you" she replied.

Voldemort smirked. "Very good, I see you are not as stupid as many of my previous prisoners" he derided

"It won't work. Harry will know it's a trap. He won't come" she said defiantly.

"Of course he knows. That's the beauty of these traps, Miss Granger. They always know from the start that it's a trap yet they come anyway. It has always been a weakness of Potter's. He will come and you will be the one to draw him here" he whispered.

He was standing right in front of Hermione now and the difference in height was intimidating. Voldemort towered over Hermione by at least half her height.

But Hermione did everything she could to suppress her fear. "He won't fall for it. He's smarter than that".

"He has before, what's to say he won't do it again?" he pointed out.

Hermione shook her head. "He's learnt from it. He knows not to now".

Voldemort smirked. "I think you're wrong. You see, Miss Granger, he cares for you. And he will come to your rescue regardless of what it will mean for him. That is the weakness of love" he sneered.

"Love is not weakness. It is strength. It is the thing that keeps everyone fighting. It's the reason why people go home at the end of the day. Because they love".

Voldemort pointed his wand at Hermione. "It's unwise to test me, Mudblood. You are not the first to argue with me on the issue. It has become quite tiresome to me" he spat.

Hermione remained defiant. "Only because you know that you are wrong. You are empty. You are alone. No one would ever love you and so you despise it. But the fact is if you truly experienced love then you would know it is not weakness. Love is what Dumbledore fights for. Love is what everyone, including your death eaters feel. Love is what stopped you from killing Harry five times-"

"And it is love that will bring Potter to me now" Voldemort cut in, glowering with rage. "It is because Potter loves that he will come for you. It is love that will bring Potter to his death. Love is not strength. It makes people weak. It does nothing more" he shouted.

Hermione smirked. "Harry has defied you time and time again because he loves. Deny it all you want, Voldemort, but you will never win. You know it. Harry has beaten you every time and he will continue to beat you until you are dead" she scorned.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed. Hermione knew she had gone too far.

"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed at her. Hermione fell to the floor in agony. Pain shot all over her body, like white hot knives. It was like she was on fire, with the flames biting at her, torturing her. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear. She could only feel the pain that wouldn't go away. Her scream was impossible to hear over Voldemort's laugh. Surely she would die from it.

And then it lifted. Just as suddenly as it came, it left. Hermione still ached all over from the pain of the Cruciatus curse.

"The morale of the story is that if Potter doesn't come then you will die. He knows that. He couldn't live with himself if he allowed you to be killed at my hand. He will come to me. And I will destroy him when he does" Voldemort said to her menacingly.

Once Hermione recovered from the effects of the Cruciatus curse she stood up to face Voldemort. "He…won't…come" she uttered, now completely exhausted.

Voldemort just smirked. "We shall see" he replied simply, walking back to his chair. "You may take her now, Lucius" he said, smiling to himself.

Hermione whirled around to see Lucius Malfoy lingering in the shadows.

Lucius came forward and bowed to Voldemort. "Forgive the intrusion, My Lord" he replied before taking hold of Hermione. But Hermione was stubborn and refused to go with him.

Voldemort laughed softly. "Of course you are more than welcome to stay here with me, Hermione. But I somehow doubt you will enjoy the company" he mocked.

Hermione scowled. She still refused to go with Lucius. "Give me back my wand, Voldemort" she demanded.

Voldemort took out her wand and twirled it through his fingers idly. "I don't think you'll be needing it, Miss Granger" he replied with a smirk.

Hermione was about to go up and get it when Lucius grabbed hold of her and dragged her out of the room, Hermione shouting protests as they went.

Voldemort was still twirling Hermione's wand between his fingers, regarding it curiously. Having the Mudblood here was going to be a very interesting experience.