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Hermione slowly woke up stiff and sore. Her first thought was to grab her wand only to find it had been taken from her. She sighed and thought to herself, 'Makes sense.' Now that she had even less of a chance of escape, Hermione decided to take in her surroundings. The room she was in was quite spacious although dark and stony. She appeared to be in a cell but it was not as horrible as she had imagined Voldemort's dungeon to be. There weren't any windows but a simulated sort of light floated in the room making it dimly lit enough for her to see but not bright like the sunshine she knew. There were four stone walls with a single door set into one wall. She took in a breath through her nose and could smell the earthy soil and wood of the door and was slightly pleased not to smell mildew or mold. 'At least they gave me a clean cell to die in.'
After what seemed like hours, she heard footsteps approaching and turned her attention to the wooden door that was the only entrance, and exit, to the room. She heard the door unlock and in swept Lord Voldemort himself dressed as usual in black flowing robes that seemed to become smoke like at the hem. "Hello my dear. You must, of course, be wondering why you've been brought to my lovely home itself and not say the Malfoy's home. You must also be wondering what I intend to do with you since you haven't been killed." Voldemort spoke calmly, almost in a happy tone. Hermione looked at him without fear. "Well I did wonder for a little while but then I decided to stop wasting my time since you'd probably come in here to tell me why I'm not dead yet. So if you don't mind, get on with it already." Voldemort tatted at the girl. "Miss Granger, such bold talk is unbecoming of a young woman. You must have some tact when speaking to others. It's only polite." "Why should I be polite to a nasty dickhe-" Hermione found herself silenced by Voldemort. "Vulgar language is most unbecoming of a young woman Miss Granger. And it will not be tolerated." Voldemort grinned but on his snakelike face it served the purpose of looking like a sneer. "Now my purpose is to bring down Harry Potter by taking away what I assume to be the brains of the operation. Draco Malfoy has reported to me several times on how you seem to be the one who tells the other two 'dunderheads' as he says what to do and how to do it right. You will remain here at my home until I have won or you cease to be useful. In the meantime you will learn the Dark Arts from young Mr. Malfoy as he is staying here and is the only one who knows where we are except for Bellatrix who will assist in your training once you reach the same level as Mr. Malfoy. Draco has informed me of your love for reading and researching so I have taken the liberty of collecting an enormous multitude of books for you to read. If you cooperate you will be moved upstairs to a nicer room and closer to the library which stretches over a third of the manor and allowed into the library. If not, well, you're certainly welcome to stay here in the dungeons. Either way, you will still be taught the Dark Arts." Voldemort removed the Silencio charm from Hermione and waited for her response. Inside Hermione was seething. She was furious at the prospect of being forced to learn the Dark Arts. She calmed herself and began to think rationally. 'If I cooperate, I'll be given a nicer bed, be treated better, and be closer to books. However, this is Voldemort! I should refuse any deal he tries to make! He could have just kept me down here. Maybe that room has a bed. I'll accept only because it's better for my wellbeing and I'll need the extra energy a better room will give me to escape.' Hermione looked up at Voldemort and stated, "I will cooperate." Voldemort grin-sneered at her again and said, "Wonderful. I'll take you to your new room now." With that he swept out of the room and beckoned. "After you Miss Granger."