She tried getting away from him, but he held her firmly.
"Let me go" Hermione shouted as her hand, knocked his face slightly, his hood coming off. She gasped as he dropped her, onto the floor, landing with a big thud. His messy black hair distracted her for a moment, and then she noticed his pale skin and yellow eyes.
"Still the same girl, from Hogwarts" He told her as he fixed his hood, placing it back over his head.
"You made me your Horcrux? Why? How is that possible?" Hermione questioned, she couldn't believe it. The screaming outside was louder now, and the death eaters seemed to have moved on to another house.
"Why? Because it was prophesised, that I would win the war, with the human Horcrux, and who better to use than Harry Potter's friend, they wouldn't have figured that out until the very end" Voldemort told her as he circled her. Hermione looked up, unable to stand.
"That's why you were always there, never leaving me alone, that's why you tormented me, I was your Horcrux?" Hermione shouted, with pure rage.
He didn't reply. He smirked instead. He had enjoyed those few months, when he was constantly near her, scaring her, making her tormented with thoughts of him.
"You should be grateful, I didn't kill you, no, instead I gave you a life many of my followers would have begged for" Voldemort said as he pulled her up roughly.
"I'm not one of your followers" Hermione told him, with confidence that was slowly deserting her.
"No, no, you're so much more than that, you're the last bit of my soul" He said as he began moving them to the end of the attic. The stairs dropped as he moved them down. She fought him the entire way, to his annoyance. She kicked and punched, yelling and screaming for him to let her go. He told her to shut up, but she ignored him and continued on. Then she remembered her wand. She felt for her pocket as they walked and pulled it out. He only sighed.
"Have we not been through this?" He told her as he let her go. Hermione ignored him as they circled each other, she was armed at this point and he was not. He opened his arms and stood still, "Curse me, I give you permission to curse me"
Hermione looked at him suspiciously, but did not pass up the offer.
"Crucio" She yelled, as a jet of light hit Voldemort, but nothing happened. Then suddenly an eruption of pain, shit through her, as she dropped and withered on the floor. She screamed out in pain, and after a few seconds it stopped. Hermione was on the floor once again, and still in pain, whilst Voldemort approached her.
"You can't hurt me Hermione, any curse you throw at me, will end up hurting you" He told her as he knelt down next to her. He pulled her chin up towards him, and looked her straight in the eye, "You gave me permission that eventful night, when you told me to take what I wanted. How could I refuse?" He said with his laughter following after. He moved his hand from her chin and cupped her cheek, which felt of dry tears, "You brought this upon yourself, but I cannot take anymore credit, Dumbledore must be thanked also, when I told him of the prophesy, he could do nothing to stop me"
Hermione shivered involuntarily, he moved his hand and stood up, watching the distressed girl. Hermione didn't know what to say, or what to do. She felt so hopeless and stupid.
"What are you going to do with me?" Hermione asked as new tears fell. She looked down at the floor. She did not want him to see her cry. It was almost degrading.
"You will help me achieve my goal, of world domination, and any other activities I see fit" He told her casually, as she stood up unsteadily. He helped her steady herself before apperating them to Hogwarts, his castle, his home. He had taken it over, removing everything from it, changing it into his own home. There would be no more schooling. People only needed to know what he told them. They appeared in what seemed to be a study, but Hermione noticed something familiar about it. It was Dumbledore's office, which now had been rearranged. He let her go as he removed his cloak, revealing his dark pants and long sleeved shirt. He turned and faced Hermione looking at her features. She was the perfect size, not too small and not too tall, she had medium sized breast with an hour glass figure. Hermione felt naked under his gaze. She was wearing her pj's, and seeing as it was winter, she was wearing long cotton pants, with a plain purple long sleeved shirt. Even though she was covered decently, she still felt exposed.
He walked over to her with a graceful charm. Hermione took a step back.
"Follow me to your room" He told her as he led the way. Hermione followed with care. He opened two large doors, and entered a large room. Hermione walked in behind him, and looked around. There was a large bed and window, which overlooked the lake. There was a large walk in wardrobe to her left, and a bathroom but apart from that her room was empty.
" Your room is attached to mine, for security measures" He said as he pointed to the door on her far right, before turning around and heading back to the door.
She waited for him to leave before moving. She quickly went to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She sighed and then yawned. It must have been at least 2 in the morning. She went to the bed, and lay down above the blankets. Her head rested against the pillow as she thought.
She was his Horcrux, meaning a piece of him was in her. She was the reason why they had lost the war. It was all on her. They wasted so much time looking for the Horcruxes, when she was the only one that mattered. She hated herself, for giving in, while in her last year. If she had held out a little while longer, she wouldn't have been made into a Horcrux, and she wouldn't be here right now. It started raining again, heavier this time. It had rained almost every day for the past two weeks. It was always gloomy and the rain wasn't helping Hermione when it came to thinking positively. She closed her eyes and was deep in thought, which soon changed into a deep sleep.
Yellow eyes dominated her dreams, his voice echoing through her thoughts.
Hermione woke up with a start. She looked around and saw that she was now under the blankets. It wasn't a dream, she had really been brought here, and she really was his Horcrux. She got up, and went to her bathroom. She washed her face with cold water, and looked into the mirror. What was going to happen? How would she escape this? She washed her face once more, and looked into the mirror and jumped with fright. Voldemort was standing behind her. She took in a deep breath.
"How'd you get here?" Hermione asked as she moved slowly past him.
"Our rooms are connected, have you forgotten already?" He said as he followed her, making her uncomfortable.
"Don't come next to me" Hermione said, her voice giving way.
He did not listen, he continued to advance towards her, as she continued stepping backwards.
"Scared Hermione? You should be use to it now, I've been with you for a while now, if I recall correctly most of your 7th year" He told her as she was stopped by the window behind her. In two quick strides he was before her, his hands placed on either side of her face. He moved in closer, too close for Hermione's liking. Her breathing excelled, as a few seconds seemed to be an eternity. He seemed to be hovering over her, before he spoke.
"Breakfast will be delivered to your room, I have a meeting in 20 minutes, so you are not to leave this room" He told her. His minty breathes filling her nose. She nodded quickly; she just wanted him to leave her alone. He stepped back, and looked at the girl before him. He snorted, ungracefully before turning and heading out to his study. Hermione sighed with relief, as he left her alone. She sank to the floor, she for some reason felt exhausted. She hadn't really done much and yet she felt as if she had run a marathon. What was going on? Was this some kind of Horcrux side effect?
However true to his word, the elves appeared and brought food. She ate in silence but stopped, when she heard people talking in Voldemort study. She crawled over to the door, and put her ear to it. What was happening?
"No, My Lord, we have not found them yet, but we are still trying" A voice, which Hermione knew to be Ron's said. Hermione put her ear harder to the door, trying to hear things more clearly.
"Do not fail me, Weasley, I do not reward failures" Voldemort said calmly, but hatred wasn't too far away.
"Of course My Lord" Ron said, as he "sucked" up to Voldemort.
"Mmmm, Now on another note, what have you found on the Spirelli?" Voldemort asked. What the hell was a Spirelli? Hermione stood up quietly and moved away from the door. What was he looking for? Well there was only one way to find out. She to his room, which was connected to hers. She opened the door with relative ease, and walked in. His room was much larger than hers and was much fuller. Hermione walked in leaving the door open. She saw his desk, which was covered with many papers and books, and Hermione couldn't help but wonder over. She picked up single sheets of papers and glanced and glanced at them. Then she found something else, however on what appeared to be a Spirelli. She read over it. Apparently a Spirelli was a stone, which had so much power; it could very well destroy an entire nation. Hermione continued reading, she found some of his notes, and some of his plans, different locations he believed the Spirelli would be, but Hermione continued that he obviously had no idea of where it was.
She moved to the other side of his desk, and found more sheets, but these were different. They were of her. She read over them, and was shocked. He had gathered a lot on her, even her sleeping habits. He had information, on the different marks she had, such as scars, and the objects or people she received them from. He had done a lot of work, to get this. He also had profiles of other Order members, but none of them had as much detail as hers. She read on one of the sheets, that she had a scar, on the top of her shoulder and she instinctively felt for it. She never noticed it before. How did she get this one? She read on and had to re read the last sentence a few times. Voldemort had given her that scar, but how and when? Surely she would have known or at least remembered?
"You can't help but pry, can you?" Voldemort said as he walked over to her, snatching his papers. He looked angry. Hermione felt angry too, but why?
"You've been documenting me?" Hermione stated as she referred to the papers in his hand, "And how the hell, did you give me that scar?"
He moved closer to her, and touched her shoulder, on the spot where her scar was.
"I can show you" He said mischievously.
Chapter two folks, enjoy, and if you have any suggestions for this fic let me know, because I am winging it lol. Thanks for the reviews and for reading!