Pet

Inspired by "Pet" by A Perfect Circle.


War raged around them, and she cowered. That's all she would ever do. All she was able to do. At night, looking out of the window, she saw bodies. Countless bodies. He says that they were from Hogwarts. It was a place where she could have gone too, had she not been a filthy little Mudblood.

She was worthless. That's all she would ever be.

One face embedded itself in her memory, she recalled it clearly. The boy is still alive, as she recalled. Her Lord had not been able to defeat him, not yet.

The boy had shaggy brown hair, short, never staying down. His eyes were shaped like almonds, and they were the prettiest shade of green. She had always liked green, her master had approved of the color too. He wore glasses, and there was a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Where her master had marked him. It had been on accident though.

She was looking out the window now. If her master caught her, he wouldn't be pleased. He never liked it when she looked out the window. He would punish her for it too. But she wasn't tired, when she should be sleeping, so she counted the bodies. Counting bodies like sheep, swaying to the war drums... it was her favorite thing to do, other than serve her master. A loud roar boomed around her, and she flinched. It was then her master apparatted into the room.

"Come, child." He beckoned. She listened. She crawled over to him, seeking his comfort. She was never allowed to stand in his presence. If she did, she would be punished. She hated being punished.

"You need to sleep," he whispered. She was confused. Sleep?

"Milord-"

"Hush, Pet. Come." She followed him on the floor, rubbing her knees raw. She didn't mind. She was eager to please her master. He sat on the bed, and patted it. She was confused, as he never allowed her to sit beside him, or lay beside him. When he used her for his sexual pleasures, he would cast her aside before she truly soiled his bed sheets. Still, she did not mind.

"Lie down," he whispered as he did the same, and she did, beside him. He brought her close, stroking her hair. It was an odd sort of comfort, and it certainly wasn't unwelcomed.

She closed her eyes, imagining a thousand bodies falling as the drums of war raged on.

Hermione found this to be a comfort in her master's arms.