It was the final battle, the battle between the light and the dark. Neither side were losing. That was until she was taken hostage.
The laughter echoed in my mind as I was thrown to the ground, my head nauseously striking the cold, stone floor. Groaning, I raised my head and blearily looked around, I was in a dark stone room, a cell, a dungeon possibly. I had been taken hostage, I was a captive of Voldemort.
Watching through the thick metal bars, I saw her huddled in the corner of her cell, the torn rags of her clothing wrapped tightly around her thin frame. Her wild hair swayed in the breeze flowing between the stone walls, dirt cracked on her shins, blood smeared on her arms. Hermione Granger was only a shell of her former self, broken after hours of torture, ready for interrogation.
Unlocking the cell door, I stormed inside with a flash of robes and slamming the door behind me causing her only to lift her eyes and stare. She quietly observed my every movement, her golden eyes flashing angrily with every step closer. If she hadn't been silenced, I knew she would be cursing at me, cussing my very existence. I knew then that her spirit had not been broken, only her body.
"Hello Hermione Granger" I spoke softly above the whistling wind, "I am going to remove this spell and you are going to tell me everything you know".
Lifting the spell, I heard her growl "Go to hell Voldemort".
"Now, now, dear Hermione, that's no way to speak to your Lord" I replied with a small smile.
"Don't call me that" she spat, her eyes flashing with fury, "And you are not my Lord".
"While you are in my castle I am your Lord and I will address you how I please" I spoke with anger now, her insolence infuriating me. "Now you will tell me what you know of the Order of the Phoenix".
"No" she shouted, "I will not tell you anything!"
Flicking my wand, she writhed in pain, her screams filling the small room, "Are you sure about that dear Hermione?".
Gasping, she glared at me, "I will never tell you what I know!"
"Well, that's not really what I wanted to hear Hermione" I spoke as I again flicked my wand and whispered "Crucio". I let the curse last a little longer before stating again "Tell me what you know about the Order of the Phoenix".
"Never" she gasped, her eyes rolling slightly as she fought for control over her twitching muscles.
"It appears the Cruciatus is not convincing you that it's in your best interest to tell me, so let's try…Sectusempra". Twisting my wand slightly, I watched as gashes appeared in her clothing and blood sprayed from the wounds.
As she grabbed at the wounds as though trying to hold the blood inside, she hoarsely whispered, her voice carried away by the wind, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I will heal you" I told her softly while striding closer "If you tell me what I want to know".
"No," she spoke, her voice wavering before she spat blood onto my shoe, "I will never tell you and you will never be my Lord"
Fire raged through my mind as I scourgified my shoe, and pointed my wand at her, "You are an insolent child Hermione Granger. And you will stay here until you learn to respect me." I pivoted on my left foot, and within moments had slammed the cell door behind me.
I didn't leave my Dungeons; I paused behind the thick wooden door to watch through the bars of the window as she curled into the cold stone corner and attempted to wrap the now shredded robe around her. I had left her cold, hungry and injured and I almost felt guilty. Guilty with the knowledge that the moment she yields is the moment she is crowned my Queen.
Hello, yes I know its small. I'm planning to speak more about the battle in the next chapter, and am still making decisions as I write it. The light are currently in a limbo between dead and horribly injured from the battle and in deep hiding. Not sure yet! However I am on hols from Uni so will probably (hopefully) be finished within the month. If I keep motivated that is...Please Review, they really make my day :D
Queen of the Scoubies