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Sorry guys I know that it's been a while, I haven't had any internet.
For all of you a little upset about Snape's treatment of Neville. Don't be I never said that he didn't like it; remember there are many types of love and HEA.
Furthermore I got a couple of comments saying my voldemort was a little too soft and reading over the last few chapters I realise that is true, so I'm going to try and make him a little crueller.
HPOV
I stare down at the open book in front of me, well it's not exactly a book more like a journal, I wonder who's it is, I found it last night when I was looking around the room for a way to get out, it was lodged behind the bookcase. I think it could be good for me, I have been going stir crazy in here and I always used to keep a diary, I could use this as an escape.
But what about if he has planted it this way for me to find, and for me to use so that he can see my personal and inner most thoughts, what if it is a trick of some kind, a trick so that can find out private information. Yes that is what it must be. Sighing loudly I slam the book closed and throw it off to the side, disappointment clearly etched into my features. I had been really looking forward to some kind of activity in here, but I guess it was not meant to be so.
Crawling under the covers I pull them up around me, seems that all I do recently is sleep, eat and sleep again. It's no life at all and it becomes most tiring.
I shuffle backwards and sit myself against the headboard and pull my knees up too my chest, clutching them tightly to my body as I stare at the book, spellbound by its worn brown leather. I just stare for a few minutes in contemplation, I want to resist but it is calling me, begging me to use it, I need too. Screw it what's the worst that can happen? I throw the covers and climb off of the food, grasping it in my hands, a thin layer of dust covering my hands as I fling myself on the bed and open the book to its first delicate page, pulling out one of the most beautiful quills I have ever seen that is just lying there as if it is waiting for me to come along.
I pick up the quill and hold it above the page, poised and ready to write.
VPOV
I have left her alone for a few days now in hopes that my absence will get to her and make her want some company. Even if it is my company. If my calculations are correct; and they usually are she will be craving some sort of human interaction, which is why I have given her a gift, the gift of a journal. I laugh out loud, a cool cold laugh the one that terrifies and strikes fear into my followers. Honestly it is more of a gift to me than it is to her, it will allow me to read through her thoughts, see what she is thinking and punish her if it is not to my liking.
Pulling out the twin book, I glance down at the empty pages, nothing yet, she has not given in yet, however I know that the temptation will soon be too much for her to handle.
Though I am trying to be kind and show her mercy, I will admit my desires are getting the best of me, I want to go into the room and engage in sexual activity with that wench as it is my right, I own her, in the eyes of the law she is my slave and whatever I do to her is completely justified. I do not think that this would be the best form of action for me to take, I just hope that the girl does not force my hand in the matter.
Just as the writing begins to appear, there is a knock at my door, cursing loudly I growl and snap the book shut. "Enter" I call out, my voice hard, this better be important or there will be severe consequences.
The door slowly opens revealing a terrified young death eater, whose name I cannot quite recall. I don't speak just watch as he enters, his hands are shaking and this makes me smirk, I love it when they cower in my presence, it is a clear sign of just how powerful I actually am. "What?" I bark at the terrified young man, not even trying to make him more comfortable in my presence.
"I.. my lord we have a problem" I feel the anger surging inside me.
How dare he? Without even thinking I whip my wand out and mutter my favourite curse, it doesn't matter to me that he does not deserve it, I am angry and irritable and he shall suffer for that. "Crucio" it takes less than a second before the young boys limp body falls to the ground and he lets out an ear splitting scream which I allow myself to enjoy. I watch as he squirms on the floor his limbs jerking as he suffers at my hands.
I keep this held for a few minutes, before letting my wand drop to the side. "What problem?"
"Sh..she's gone" his voice is shaking and I frown, not quite understanding what he means.
"Who?"
"Hermione" my heart drops at the sound of her name, panic rising in my chest.
I need to find her.
I am furious and normally I would torture someone but my instincts are to find her before she gets too far. Raising my wand, I utter two simple words. "Avada Kedavra" and instantly the lights drains from his eyes.
I storm from the room, my robes billowing around me as I set out to find the girl and when I find her, she will pay dearly.
This chapter was really short I know, but I wanted to post a chapter as soon as possible so think of this as a filler for what is about to come.
Ideas are welcome
