Hi! I'm Jane and here is a new chapter. Also I'd like to state a few things:

English is not our mother-tongue so please try not to mind too much the spelling and/or grammar mistakes but if you have some corrections to make they'll be welcomed.

BTW I kind of have an obsession with Lord Voldemort when he was in his twenties.

Thought you should know :D

Hi again ( Ange Noir talking now). So from now on all author notes will be like this: bold and underline for Jane and bole and italics for me, so we wouldn't have to state who we are every time :D. As you know J.K.Rowling is the genius behind Harry Potter and we only borrowed the characters a little to play. We also thank u for your reviews. BTW this chapter is written both by Jane and me... if you can find out who wrote what review and if you got it corectly you shall receive the first half of the next chpter before it is posted :D.

Rating: M
Pairing: HG/LV
Genre: Romance/Drama
Summary: The war ends, but the Light side looses. Out of the Golden Trio only Hermione remains. But what does Voldemort want with her and why does he kidnap her?

Chapter I

On an unusual cold, late-April night, Severus Snape was sitting at the desk reading some papers. It was the same desk at which Dumbledore used to sit when he was still alive. The office was almost unchanged: the same tables with silver instruments and magical devices, the same previous headmasters and headmistresses snoring in their frames. The only thing that was missing was Dumbledore's bright blue gaze which made people feel as if they were X-rayed. Snape was pulled out of his work by a knock at the door.

"Enter", he responded in his oily voice.

The door opened and a tall, black-robed man entered and approached the desk.

"Good evening Severus", he greeted.

For a brief moment Snape's eyes widened in bewilderment as he recognized his master but then remained as emotionless as before. Pale, snake-like with slits for nostrils and red gleaming eyes which had vertical pupils; Lord Voldemort sat on a chair opposite Snape's.

"My lord! What a surprise! If I had known that you were to come at Hogwarts, I would have welcomed you myself."

He acknowledged his servants excuses with a bored wave of his spider-like hand.

"No matter. I found my way alone," he responded in a cold, high-pitched voice.

The Potion Master bowed his head in respect.

"If I am not too intruding, my lord, to what do I owe the honour of your visit?"

"I have come here tonight Severus, to discuss with you a rather delicate matter, very delicate I might say", Voldemort added in a soft hiss.

"But first of all, tell me, how are things going with the students? Are the Carrows handling them?"

"All is well, my lord. We have had a few incidents but nothing which a couple of Cruciatus could not fix" replied Snape with a false smirk that went unnoticed by his master.

"Good" said the Dark Lord staring directly into the onyx eyes of the current Headmaster. "Your loyalty will not be overlooked."

"Thank you, Master" responded Snape.

"Now, Severus", hissed Voldemort in a mere whisper, "in your opinion what does a man like me lack? I have achieved immense power, have defeated even the Boy-who-lived and have destroyed the Order of the Phoenix and yet in one respect I have failed to succeed."

Snape was rather confused and didn't understand to where the Dark Lord was going. He took a quick glance at the gloomy window and waited for him to continue.

"It is true that up until now I didn't pay too much importance to this aspect of one's life. However, I have thought long and hard and I have come to the conclusion that I should take a wife."

Severus Snape, former Potions Master and current Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry fought very hard with himself to hold back the urge to either gasp in shock or roll his eyes in astonishment like some of his former, dunderhead, Gryffindor students, THE DARK LORD desired a wife? A WIFE? He could have never imagined- nor did he want to –Lord Voldemort with a woman at his side…after all what sane – and that excludes Bellatrix Lestrange –woman would want to be married to a snake?

"A wife, my lord?" said Snape in a surprised tone using all his self control in order not to stutter.

"Indeed" Voldemort nodded. "It will benefit me in a number of ways. Firstly, I will be able to have legitimate heirs and it will spare me the trouble of having to reject certain persons yearning for closeness." He ended with a malevolent smirk.

The Headmaster recognized the person to whom Voldemort was hinting at as Bellatrix Lestrange, that obsessed, maniac woman with whom the only thing he had in common was a mutual disliking, so he allowed himself to have a full grin dancing on his face.

"I see, my lord."

All the Death Eaters knew that although Bella was married she used every moment of the time spent by her husband in prison (after the incident from the Department of Mysteries) to try and seduce The Dark Lord. Despite the fact that she was still an attractive woman even after 14 years spent in Azkaban he remained impassively at her continuous flirts. Getting involved with a married witch would have definitely made him look weak in the eyes of his followers.

"But how can I be of help to you in this delicate issue?" continued Snape, wiping the grin of his face.

"As you well know Severus there aren't many pureblood witches left in the Wizarding World. Most of them are either married or mere infants. The only ones left are at Hogwarts and therefore your students. Taking these facts into account, there aren't many options left for me so I decided that the best place to look would be Hogwarts. Keep in mind that my future wife should be intelligent and obedient. However, she should be of age- I am not going to wed an 11-year-old" he said coolly.

"Of course, Master."

"I do not require a silly girl as the future Dark Lady. Those can be found at any corner. So tell me Severus, are any of your seventh year students worthy of such honour?"

Snape was still dumbstruck. Not only did the Dark Lord desire a wife, but a teenager one? That was just too much… He frowned for a moment before answering.

"I am not sure, my lord. As a Headmaster I don't teach anymore to the students so I will have to look into this matter further. Unfortunately most of the seventh year Slytherins are boys so I'll talk to the Heads of the other Houses."

"I expect that you do so and as quickly as possible. I don't want to waste any more time" said Voldemort fastening his eyes upon Severus's ones again with even more intensity.

Without breaking the eye contact Snape nodded.

"Of course, my lord. I will see to it right away."

"Good. Also I would like this conversation to remain between us. I don't want the other Death Eaters to know about my intentions, not for now at least" said Voldemort standing up.

"Certainly" replied Snape, also rising to his feet.

Meanwhile, a very well known girl was walking alone on the Hogwarts grounds… her cloak swirling around her… ignoring the chilly weather. Even though her feet felt colder and colder, she continued walking on the cool, wet grass… She was the last Gryffindor, since her house had been disbaned from the school; she was the outcast, the mudblood as they called her every single day. She now knew how Luna must have felt when her things had gone missing by "accident"… poor Luna, alone in a gloomy cell in Azkaban. After the final battle she had been imprisoned by Voldemort's followers in order to punish her father for writing articles against them in the Quibbler.

Hermione's once bushy hair had arranged itself in elegant brown curls which were now splayed on her shoulders, but why did it matter anymore? All those dear to her were dead, gone with just a flick of a wand… His wand… and Ron died also, too soon, much too soon…

It was well past curfew, but she decided long ago that she didn't care anymore about rules… who would when those who enforced them were Death Eaters… murderers. Now she only wanted to be alone with the pain that weighed so heavy upon her.

She heard footsteps echoing around and getting closer and closer to her… the girl tried to run, but suddenly a strong, rough arm caught her wrist and brutally threw her to the ground… she fell exactly on her left arm and pain spread through all of her body… It was Amycus Carrow, a Death Eater, but the current Dark Arts teacher. They didn't bother to call it Defence Against the Dark Arts anymore.

"What are you doing here after curfew, mudblood?" He seethed with such disgust that even the trees trembled.

"None of your business, murderer." She replied, glaring at him with flames of hatred burning in her chocolate eyes.

Another voice was heard in the darkness as it cast the Cruciatus curse upon the girl. Hermione screamed in agony, but her look did not waver. After the curse was lifted, Amycus put Hermione back on her feet and pushed her forward towards the castle.

"You will come with us to the Headmaster now, you little know-it-all" he smirked evilly "and believe me, your punishment will be even worse."

The other Death Eater glared at Hermione, but did not utter a single word… She didn't know who he was; yet he had been present at the final battle. His curses ended swiftly the lives of Neville Longbottom and Ernie Macmillan.

They arrived at the door of the office which once belonged to Albus Dumbledore… the gargoyle was gone, most probably destroyed either by the Carrows or by Snape. In his place stood a portrait of a giant snake, coiling and uncoiling, his green eyes sparkling like sapphires. The other Death Eater muttered a password in a foreign language that Hermione did not understand and pushed her inside. The girl lost her balance when she bumped into someone who was just on the verge of leaving. She fell with a thud on the ground and her gaze rose to the person with whom she collided. Loathing was written all over her face when she spat only one word.

"Voldemort!"

Although she tried to sound defiant, raw fear was searing her soul… she couldn't believe that He stood in front of her, as menacing as ever, white as snow with his crimson eyes glowing with cunningness.

Amycus and the other Death Eater bowed low in front of their Master but he didn't pay too much attention. An instant shock flashed in the Dark Lord's mind but was not shown on his face… that girl had the courage to utter his name right to his face! Hmm… a silly Gryffindor indeed.

"Miss Granger, I presume." He mocked her but still a spark of curiosity lit up in his mind, curiosity about this mudb-…, no this quite bright witch; after all she had been the brain behind the Golden Trio…if it hadn't been for her that Potter boy would have been defeated far more easily.

"Don't you dare speak to me, you bastard!" she yelled angrily.

The unknown Death Eater slapped her hard over the face, making her hit her head on the hard marble floor… a thread of blood appeared on her forehead.

"You dare speak like that to the Dark Lord? Crucio!" He snarled fanatically.

Ignoring the screams of the girl writhing in pain on the floor and the two Death Eaters taken aback by his unexpected presence, Voldemort cast a last glance back at Severus… black eyes met red ones and an unspoken command was given… as the Dark Lord approached the door he turned a little, perhaps to give another order, but decided against it…

After exiting he paused a bit outside the door to muse… After all this girl could prove herself to be the best solution to his problem, but he would have to think about it some more…

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