A/N: I know I suck for not updating sooner. I had all of chapter seven written I hated it and threw it away. I wasn't going to finish this story at all but my muse beat me down util I relented. So sorry for the wait and here is chpater seven.


At exactly noon Hermione stepped through the doors and into…Voldemort's study? "What the hell?" She said aloud as she walked towards his chair only to find it empty. "Ahh miss Granger. Lord Voldemort is in the Throne room, I am to bring you to him." Came the Holier-Than-Thou voice of Lucius Malfoy from behind her. Hermione turned to face him and he held open the same door that she'd just come through. Confused she went passed him and found herself behind the grand throne in the pitch-black room. A chair was next to it and Lucius motioned her into it as he abandoned her to join the others.

Who the other were she couldn't tell in the darkness. Suddenly thousands of candles flickered to life and she jumped noticing Voldemort sitting right next to her. He didn't look her way as he addressed the twenty or so Death Eaters present. Hermione didn't pay too much attention until he called to bring "Them". Hermione Jane Granger watched in horror as three muggle-born women were dragged into the room and thrown before the dais. They looked like they had been badly beaten and from the blood on their legs she knew they'd been raped.

They looked about twenty or so one a brunette, the other two redheads and they were crying silently. Voices called out various methods of torture to their Lord and all of a sudden a deep gash appeared on the cheek of the brunette who caught Hermione's gaze and gazed at her pleadingly. Just as Voldemort was about to break the spine of the youngest looking one Hermione flung herself from the chair with a scream. The jet of light hit her arm, which broke with a sickening crack. A blue light of the Wizard's Oath surrounded her arm and healed it.

In a second Hermione was in front of the other women before anyone had noticed what was going on. "You're a bloody coward! You are all fucking inbred cowards!" She screeched at Voldemort and the room fell silent. "And what, pray tell, are we afraid of Miss Granger?" Voldemort's voice held a touch of irritation that caused a collective flinch. "Raw Magic." He snorted as she continued her rant. "You're hurting these poor women who did nothing to you because they are muggle-born. Well let me tell you something, you were all muggles once. Magic hasn't always been around. You're all alike."

With that statement Voldemort realized the error of his ways and everything ended Happily Ever After! Hahaha Yeah right and I am the Queen of England! Voldemort's eyes glittered ate Hermione in a way that told her she'd done something he knew she would and he alone looked unfazed by her declaration. "Well, Miss Granger it seems like you have solved all the world's problems. Lucius, Avery, Nott take these girls away and have fun." As the women were yanked away their screams lingered in her ears leaving the room empty finally. "So who wrote that wonderful book miss Granger?"


"I haven't a clue what you're talking about" "Don't lie Granger! I had that book made for your use. I know its contents better than you." He spat. Hermione said nothing at all. Voldemort sighed, "I like sparring with you. Bleed for me then pick a topic to discuss at our next meeting." She frowned, "Bleed for you?" "The potion you simple child! I must find you other work to keep your brain from wasting away even more." "At least I don't have an over inflated ego the size of Gringotts!" She retorted knowing how childish it sounded.

But wait…that sound, "You are laughing at me!" "Of course. You must realize how incredibly ridiculous that sounded." Hermione laughed then, causing Voldemort to stop and listen. The sound was full and rich and sounded nothing like tinkling bells. She walked over to him and extended her hand to receive the knife she knew he had. He handed it to her and held the potion under her arm. He watched in fascination as Hermione cut her arm, moaning as she did so, and a few drops of blood fell into the vial then, her arm healed.

Voldemort's eyes, which had closed at her moan, opened slowly to find the witch gone. She was wondering the halls wand gripped tight looking for those women. When she heard screams from the door on her right she entered it to see the one brunette naked with Lucius Malfoy licking blood from a cut on her shoulder. One hand held the girl's hair back and the other held a knife. "Mr. Malfoy." They both jumped at her voice. "Come to join the fun Granger?" Lucius asked recovering quickly. "Eh I've had better…like Snape. Anyway Voldemort sent me. He wants…" Here Hermione paused swallowing as if in fear.

"… He wants to test a new curse one her." Lucius's eyes narrowed "You're lying." "I maybe but if he can't test on her you would work. He can't touch me so it is your choice. Her or yourself?" He hesitated before shoving the girl roughly to Hermione followed by a cloak. She exited the room emotionless and the girl followed her meekly. "Where are your friends?" "I-I-don't know. Please don't let him kill me!" "Shut up or be killed. Listen to me carefully follow this hall until you get to the end, turn left and find the door with the black handle. Go inside and you'll be safe." The girl nodded and dashed off while Hermione went to look for her friends.


Twenty minutes later Hermione entered her room with the last girl in tow. As she joined her friends Hermione closed and warded the door. "You'll stay here tonight then, I'll help you escape tomorrow." "You're pretty cozy here for a captive. How do we know you won't try to kill us?" The Brunette asked. Rage flared in Hermione's eyes, 'Ungrateful chits! I'm trying to help them and they accuse me?' Aloud she snarled at them, "I'm helping you little bitches get the hell out of here but if you don't want my help get the fuck out!"

None of them moved and Hermione took a deep breath. "Strip." All three did as she asked and she checked them over healing most of their cuts and wounds. She let them sleep in her bed and she took the couch.


"So this is where they went." Came Voldemort's voice the next morning. 'Shit!' Was Hermione's first thought and 'Can't he ever just sod off?' Her next. She was up wand at the ready in a few seconds. Voldemort looked at her, then the sleeping girls and left. Hermione stood there for at least ten minutes thinking, 'He just left? He left?' She finally woke the girls off made them a Portkey and watched them vanish. Next, she went to find Voldemort. Making her watch those girls get hurt only to let her get the out? Something was defiantly going on that she didn't like and she was going to find out what.

Voldemort lay in his bed waiting for a Polyjuiced Lucius to return. (1) Once more he found himself wishing he'd never had the chit captured. He was the Dark Lord dammit! How could he be falling for this girl when he didn't even have a full soul? He growled as another wave of pain hit is body as the changes moved through him.


A/N: Well there you go thanks for reading