Okay, I haven't had anymore reviewers lately! Sorry for such a long wait:( But here is the 4th chapter! Hope you all enjoy!

We last left Hermione crying, in a room with a very very odd woman named Janet...okies...

Little Lion

Hermione awoke the next morning more than sore. She groaned. God, this was way worse than rooming with Snape! That made her giggle. Nothing was even slightly funny about it tho. She shook her head and sat up. She looked around the room once more, then stood. She went to the wardrobe then decided against that. She didn't know what kind of spells had been put on those clothes.

Janet entered the room smiling happily, "Good morning! How was your rest? Mine was wonderful, well what little he let me have."

Hermione shook her head in disgust, but didn't say anything. She didn't want that woman to attack her again.

"Anyways, the Master wants you to meet him for breakfast in about half an hour," she eyed Hermione. "You need a shower and some clean clothes."

"I don't need anything," Hermione lied. "I would rather stay in these, I took a shower just before I arrived yesterday, and these are my favorite clothes."

Janet scowled but shrugged, "Well at least I don't have to worry about him leaving my bed for yours."

Hermione shuddered, If that ever happened I would kill myself, and him..."I suppose."

Janet led Hermione to a large hall. It wasn't quite as big as Hogwarts, but there were strange people seated all around. Hermione held her head high. She really hoped that Dumbledore was getting close to getting to her! She hated this place. It made her feel violated and dirty.

Suddenly she was in front of Voldemort himself. She didn't even blink. She was getting better at this not acting scared thing! She didn't speak, she just stared at him. His eyes were so dark that they looked almost black. She didn't look directly into them, but she was very aware of them. They seemed to be digging under her skin and crawling around. She suppressed her shudder. She hated him looking at her.

"Ah, Janet, you haven't gotten her cleaned up very well," he turned his hateful glare apon her. "I told you to make her comfortable."

Janet lowered her head and nodded it. Hermione had to speak up, "It was my fault. I didn't want anything. She didn't do anything wrong."

"Standing up for my people now?" Voldemort raised one of his scarred eyebrows. "You really are a strange one, Granger. Malfoy has been telling his father how very intelligent you are. That he can't seem to get better marks than you, and you are but a mere mudblood."

"That is correct. I am vastly superior in intelligence to any Malfoy," Hermione spoke sourly. "What do you want of me Voldemort? I told you that I won't serve under you, so you might as well let me go, or kill me."

"I will not kill you," he sneered. "No, I'll make you change your mind."

Hermione nearly snorted, "I don't find hurting people fun."

"Oh, but you will," he grinned, his yellow teeth seeming to glow in his face. Then he pointed his want at her and flicked his wrist. Without him even mumbling a curse, Hermione's body erupted in pain. She gritted her teeth to keep from calling out. She wouldn't let him see that it was affecting her that bad. She would not cry out if it killed her. "You have a better endurance for the pain then I had expected."

Hermione took deep breaths to make sure that she wasn't going to vomit. Then she stood, "When are you going to leave me alone, and since when do you let Harry Potter get away from you?"

Voldemort glared at her, "Harry will lose to me in a very short time, but you will be my Queen. We will rule together, and you will like it."

Hermione glared back at him defiantly, "I will never rule with you, for you, I will let someone kill me first!"

Voldemort smiled now, "You will not get death. You will not have that repreive from this."

Hermione glared at him, but said not a word. Then her body erupted in pain again. She grimaced, but didn't cry out. She was close to panting in order to keep the oxygen flowing enough to keep her conscious. She continued to glare at Voldemort, "Let me go home."

"This is your home," he spoke coldly, not even laughing this time. "You live here now, I suggest that you get used to it."

"Then I demand that my things be shipped here. I will NOT get behind on my homework," she nodded. "Yes, you will have someone send my homework here everyday. I will not fall behind. My grades are very important to me."

He nodded in assent, "Fine, you're things will arrive tomorrow."

She nodded and then turned away from him and walked back to the room she was assigned and slammed and locked the door. She fell onto the bed and cryed.

"Professor, we have to find her now!" shouted Harry. "She saved all three of our lives and if you won't find her, then we will!"

Dumbledore watched as Ron and Ginny both nodded their heads as well, "We are looking. She supposedly went through a portal, but we cannot find any trace of one ever being there."

Ginny had tears flowing down her cheeks, "You promised that she would be safe."

"She did not heed my warnings not to go outside. She heard that Voldemort had you, and she took off," he sighed. "We are doing our very best to find her. You three need to continue to go to classes. Do not fall behind on your homework."

"Yes, sir," the three replied in unison.

"Good, now please go and get some rest, if any of you have injuries from Voldemort, report to Madam Pomfrey immediately," he smiled at them all kindly. "We will find Miss. Granger."

When the three left an owl flew into the office, making Fawkes ruffle his feathers and let off a high pitched cry of warning. Dumbledore took the letter and shooed the owl out of the room. It read:

Dearest Dumbledore,

Hello dear friend. I'm sure that you know who this is, Miss. Granger needs her things sent to her, along with all of her homework. Tomorrow.

Voldemort

Dumbledore rubbed his temples, leave it to Granger to worry about homework in a crisis. He smiled. She really was a wonderful student. Next, a knock sounded at the door, "Come in."

Snape walked in with a large mirror floating in behind him, "This is the one. Look at the writing in the mirror itself."

It really was odd, it read Hermione's thoughts, God, if your up there, please, please, help them find me soon!

Dumbledore and Snape looked at each other as more and more thoughts came onto the mirror, Just let him kill me and this will all be over. Maybe I can provoke him to kill me! Why does he want me to be his stupid 'Queen' anyways? Why me?

Snape spoke, "Albus, I believe that I know where she is being kept. Why we can read her thoughts I don't know."

Dumbledore nodded, "We have to hurry, Severus. She is sounding suicidal."

"I know," the two men looked at each other both concerned. It was odd that Snape cared so much. "She has already stayed a whole night there. She can't last much longer. Some of the strongest death eaters cannot stay long in Voldemorts presence."

"I am aware of that," Dumbledore sat down rather hard. "We have to send her belongings to her by tomorrow."

"What if we sent her some extra things as well," Snape asked. "Things that might help her."

"Good idea. Hide them in her homework," Dumbledore stroked his beard. "We need to have a meeting with all of the teachers."

Hermione felt her stomach rumble. She groaned. She would not eat if she could help it. At least not any of his food. He probably had a spell on everything that would change her to evil. She would die first. She brushed her fingers through her curly hair. It had tamed down quite a bit this year. She smiled slightly. She finally looked half way pretty and she was probably going to die. Life is so unfair.

A knock sounded at her door, she closed her eyes and made herself seem asleep. She heard Janet speak, "Aww, poor dear, she is plum tired. We'll fix that."

Hermione's body convulsed in pain, she opened her eyes and glared at Janet. Then she lifted her own wand and shouted, "Crucio!"

Janet lay on the floor twitching. Hermione looked at her wand. I just hurt someone! She shook her head. No don't think about it, they have hurt you more! I just want out of here! Why didn't I think about apparating earlier! Okay think about where I want to be.

POP! She opened her eyes and she was in front of Voldemort. That hadn't worked! He sneered at her, "You are too highly watched to be able to apparate from here. Your crucio spell was very good. Janet will need a few days to recover from it."

Hermione glared at him, "I hate you! I will NOT work for you! Understand?"

Voldemort lifted one brow carefully, "You will, Hermione, you will."

"No," she lifted her chin. "I won't."

Voldemort watched as she stalked away. A smile coming to his horrendous features, "You will be a fun one to tame, little lion."

Okay I hope you all have enjoyed these last two chapters since I haven't gotten any reviews lately! GRR...please read and review you guys! I really want to know if you like it or not, and if not, how I can make it better! Please RR! Love,
Jess