So this was inspired by a prompt, but is not exactly the same. I hope you like this!
Disclaimer:
Mwahaha. I own it all!
What? What on earth are ypu talking about- of course i own it all! What? Unfair. Apparently, to get cookies I have to tell the truth. Stupid bribery.
I own nothing but the plot.
P.S.
I haven't read all the Harry Potter books as Fred dies in one of the end ones, and I don't know which, and I refuse to read that so...
Hermione Granger was clutching her head as the Snake Lord narrowed his reptilian eyes at her. Bushy brown hair was being crushed under her pale fingers as she slowly sank to the floor in agony.
Let me iiiinnnnnn, the voice hissed and all thisss will be forgotten... You will be in no pain ever agaaiiinnn. She twisted and turned, convulsing in the floor as You Know Who darkened her mind. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap... Tap. Tap. Tap. Scratch. The doorway to her mind was warping, changing. She was losing the fight. Hermione's eyes squeezed shut as she gasped one last thought to the one who had always managed to be there in time and help save her: Harry... ?
Harry and Ron were running as swiftly as they could to the shadowy cemetery, but their legs seemed to be moving in slow-motion, each step taking an age longer than usual. "We're not going to make it!" Harry gasped to Ron as he slowed his momentum so not to pass his ginger friend.
"Go!"
"What?" Hardy couldn't believe his ears.
"Go! You're... Faster on... Your... Own! Go by yourself!" Ron wheezed for air as he dragged his legs over strewn rocks and lumps of ivy-like grass. Harry felt a frown cross his face, shivering over his scar, before he nodded and increased his speed. "Shout if you think you're about to die!" He yelled over his shoulder as he raced to save Hermione.
Ron gave a half hearted grin as he forced his legs to keep moving, trying desperately to get there on time anyway.
Harry skidded to a stop as he rounded a weathered grave stone. Voldemort was right in front of him. Harry glanced over his shoulder, checking for Ron for a brief second before he flicked his green-eyed gaze around for his other best friend. "What have you done with her?" He gasped. The cold reptilian eyes of his nemesis studied him. "With who?" Harry glared fiercely from under his dark hair. "Why, Hermione of course! Who else?" A cold smile slithered onto the others dead white lips. "One on your side if this war, perhaps."
For a brief second Harry wondered what the Dark Lord meant, but then he saw who the shadow under the gravestone belonged to and just felt a cold, terrifying dread. "No..." He breathed out on horror. The bushy-haired brunette sneered in disgust, "and why do you want to convert him Master? I know so much about him, and not one of those show that he would be a suitable subject of You."
"Quiet!" Fiercely glowing eyes snapped the cowering of the girl up. "I decide who is worthy or not, not you! Not even a couple of minutes in and you are presuming to tell me what to do. If I didn't need yo has blackmail, you would bwdead because of that."
Harry glanced between the two. Something was wrong- missing. Then he realised.
"Harry? Harry, what are you doing just standing here?" Ron tore towards the crouching figure and elongated limbed creature called Voldemort before Harry caught his arm and stopped his progress. "We've been tricked, Ron." The black haired boy said dully. "Hermione was here,and that is who she is now, but she and Vollie over there? They're both fake. Duplicates. Hermione is alive, but she's been converted. She's dark now." He bowed his head, "She's gone."