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A/N: To all of you that have reviewed, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Your words really help, and keep me going. This new chapter is basically going to be about Hermione making her horcrux. Longest Chapter EVER!
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Horcrux Making
"My lord... I want to make the horcrux. I want to live." i whisper hoarsely to voldemort.
"Are you sure about this? We can always find another way for you to live, since you're so weak and you cant cast a single spell."
"There are other options?" i ask, my voice barely rising above a whisper. Talking takes too much energy out of me, so I usually sleep for most of the day.
"Yes my sweet. There is a ritual that we can do, to bind your soul to mine, so you wont die. But it will take two months to prepare, time that we probably wont have."
I take a few seconds to think things over, before shaking my head no. "How about we make a deal?"
"What kind of deal?" Voldemort raises his nonexistent eyebrows at me.
"How about, you give me a month to get some of my strength back and to make the horcrux. While I'm doing that, you can start the ritual process. If I don't make the horcrux, we can do the ritual. If I do, we can still do the ritual afterwards. "
Voldemort contemplates my proposition, before nodding. Voldemort gracefully gets up, and goes into his study. He returns with a medium sized tome bound by worn leather. Voldemort casts a wandless charm on the book so that it hovers in my lap. "All you have to do is command it, and it will do as you wish. The charm wont wear off until your month is over."
I look at the book and read the cover. Secrets of the Darkest Art. "I dont suppose you have any time to read to me, do you?" I croak.
"Umm...At the moment I do not. Would you like for me to send for the blood traitor?" He asks in a calm voice.
"Her name is Ginny. And yes please."
Voldemort calls for a house elf to get her. Ginny comes out of her tiny room wearing one of her 3 grey wool robes. She's gotten to be quite skinny, but not where her cheeks are hollowed or you can see her bones-like me. Ginny hasn't had a real meal since before she was branded. Voldemort only allows her to eat soups without vegetables, meats, or pastas, hard water, and sometimes a piece of bread. I try to sneak her food, but it only makes her sick because she hasn't had real food in a while.
Ginny bows her head, never making eye contact with either of us. "Yes, My Lord." Her once melodic voice is now raspy from hunger and mistreatment.
"I wish for you to read this book to my wife. If you lie about the information within this book, the consequences will be severe. So severe that you will be wishing for death, but death will never come. I will know if you lie or do so much as gag. You are ordered to read this book to Hermione until she needs something, or is ready for a nap or bed. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master." Her eyes are still focused on the floor.
Voldemort leans over the bed, and brushes a gentle kiss over my lips. "I'll be back my dear." He disappears in a flurry of black robes.
Ginny picks up the book, and lays down on the bed next to me. She puts her arm around my shoulders, gently propping me up on her chest. Her raspy voice washes over me, as she begins to read.
"What is the Darkest kind of Magick in the Dark Arts? Something to some believers of the Light that is completely unnatural and evil. This form of Magick is the process of ripping one's soul through the intolerable act- murder, and placing the piece of the soul within an object. Therefore, when the body dies, the spirit does not, and can be placed in a new body. This makes the creator of the horcrux immortal to some extent, because Horcruxes can be found and destroyed in several ways.
The process of making a horcrux is highly difficult for one that does not have the magical capacity to carry out the steps needed to make a horcrux. It can also be extremely painful, by pulling pieces of your soul from your body.
The process of making a horcrux can be done two different ways: by saying Death's Chant, or by drinking the Ripper's Draught. If something goes wrong, both methods can end up killing you, or leaving you a soul-less, much similar to a person placed under the Dementor's Kiss.
The Ripper's Draught
Time: approximately 2 months
Ingredients:
33 Unicorn Hairs
13 drops of Black Sekhaim Pheonix blood
18 portions of crushed snake fangs
5 heartstrings of the Hungarian Horntail
3 powdered bicorn horns
2 bunches of fluxweed picked at midnight
21 lace wing flies
9 servings of Basilisk Venom
7 servings of Basilisk Blood
6 servings of Acromantula Venom
Apply fluxweed to brew, and stir counter clockwise for 19 strokes. Add 20 Unicorn hairs,and let simmer for 5 minutes. Crush snake fangs, and add total amount of portions. Stir brew 5 strokes clockwise. Next, add black Sekhaim Pheonix blood, and stir in z shaped patterns for 30 seconds. Let brew sit for 14 days.
Immediately add the powdered bicorn horns to the brew. Add fluxweed at midnight, and let simmer on a low fire for 7 days. After 168 hours, or seven days, add the heartstrings of the Hungarian Horntail. Repeat the words : In Cor a Hungarorum Draco. Addere dolor et crudelitatem ad bibens potionem. Eorum vita desideraretur, non tenebrosum.
After saying the chant, add the Acromantula Venom, followed by the Basilisk Venom, followed by the Basilisk Blood. Stir the brew counter clockwise for 11 strokes. Let the Brew sit in ice at a constant temperature of 25 degrees Fahrenheit for 35 days. Lastly, increase heat to 153 degrees Fahrenheit, and add the remaining 13 strands of Unicorn hair. Stir clockwise for 3 strokes.
The potion should be a violet red color. If it is not, it will act as a fast acting internal to external body incinerator. Drink the potion, and move you wand from your heart to the object you wish to place a piece of your soul within, 3 times, saying the words : In obice circum Anima fuerit temporaliter irritum. Animam meam a me, quod in mea posuit potestate.
Since the potion takes 2 months to brew, and I only have one, I can not use that method.
Ginny has been reading me this book for about an hour. and Ive only found out that you have to kill someone and say an incantation. I'm about to tell Ginny to stop reading, until I hear her say, "Quod fecerit homicidium, quod dissecuerit cessit. Meum dilacerata anima de me. Et pones in eo praeter me. Et vivam in omni aeternitate periculo corporis humani et sensus meus. Hoc hindress de me. In obice circum Anima fuerit temporaliter irritum. Animam meam a me, quod in mea posuit potestate. is the Latin incantation for creating a horcrux.
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In the last two weeks, I have been working on getting my strength back, so I can make the Horcrux. Healer Brown has increased my blood intake to 14 cups a day. She's taken me off of permanent bed rest, giving me an hour to walk around, unless I feel any pains. I've gained 4 pounds, leaving me at 102 pounds. My hair looks a little healthier, but not that much. Its not as brittle as it was before. My stomach is now at 22 inches, the equivalency of a woman 20 to 25 weeks along in the pregnancy. And I've only been pregnant for 3 and a half months.
Voldemort has taken notice, and is starting to stay at the House longer, by maybe an hour or so. He kisses me, and holds me, and is SO nice to me. I want to fuck him, but I think my heart will definitely give out on me if that happens. I know for a fact that I love this man, despite him being a sadistic murdering bastard, and I'm starting to think he loves me too.
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Today is the last day before my month is over. I'm up to 108 pounds, and I drink 20 cups of blood a day. I am now four months pregnant, but my stomach is 28 inches- the equivalency of a pregnant woman 28 weeks along. I know that me performing magic, especially a spell that is very high on the energy consuming level, will put an even bigger strain on my heart. It just might stop it, and its not like I even want that.
Voldemort sends Snape to bring me to the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. He apparates us there. When I get down to the dungeons, Voldemort is already waiting for me. His back is facing away from me, and I can see his lean body through his robes. I come around to the front of him and stretch up on the tips of my toes, so I can wrap my body arms around his neck. Immediately his arms go around my waist, and he supports most of my weight. He brushes a soft kiss against my lips, as is hands travel to my ever growing belly.
I open my eyes, and see his pain behind his well concealed eyes. He knows that it's almost time for the baby to be born. And that I could die when it comes. I want to end his pain, at least if it's only temporarily. I hate to see him like this. A man of his stature down in the dumps because his muggle- born wife just might die on him since she's pregnant with his unborn half vampire child. I capture his barely there lips in an all consuming kiss, not caring that we have an audience.
Placing one last kiss on my mouth, Voldemort whispers against my lips, "We need to stop. You need to make the Horcrux." I groan, when he releases me from his hold, but walk towards the doors, where my kill has been staged.
I gasp when I enter the chamber, and see ALL of Voldemort's followers seated. Everyone rises as Voldemort and I enter arm in arm. I look into the minds of all of his followers, and I see that they're all thinking What happened to the Dark Lord's Wife?
Voldemort's voice, pulls me out of the mind of Bellatrix Lestrange. Her last thoughts chill me to the bone. How is it that she could get pregnant by him, but I still cannot? Who does that bitch think she is? I am meant to be with the Dark Lord, and I will get my revenge on her and her baby. She's not even worthy of being with the Dark Lord, but yet she has him wrapped around her little finger. I HATE her.
"My faithful followers. Thank you for joining my wife and I here today. As you can see some things have changed. My wife is with child, and when my heir is born, no harm will come to him. While my wife is pregnant, you will not harm her. Nor will she be harmed after the child is born. If any of my orders are disobeyed, it will result in the torture and death of the culprit. Is this understood?"
There are murmured yes My Lord's.
"My you will witness the torture and kill of a rather unlucky victim." Voldemort snaps his fingers and a chained beaten Lavender Brown appears in the middle of the Chamber.
Voldemort turns to me, and whispers so only I can hear, "I'm going to give you some of my power, so you can say the cruciatus curse, sectumsempra, internal burning charm, and then you'll have to say the killing curse on your own. Okay?"
I nod. Then I feel dark energy washing over me. It flows through my bones warming my body. I pull out my wand and aim it at Lavender. I circle her slowly, baiting her, scaring her. "What's the matter Lavender? Where's Won Won now?" I ask her in a baby voice, that can go head to head with Bellatrix's voice. Laughter bubbles up in me, and it comes out in a sharp maniacal cackle. The once noisy room falls silent upon hearing that. I gaze into their minds. They are all thinking that I have officially lost my mind, and that I the Dark Lord and I belong with each other. Some even say that I'm more deranged and dangerous than Bellatrix Lestrange, because they don't know me.
I turn my gaze upon Bellatrix, and look into her mind.
Why is that filthy bitch looking at me? I should go down there and teach her a lesson, coming from no where, and stealing my praise and glory. How is it possible that it only took her a mere 4 months to capture the Dark Lord's attentions and affections, when it took me 14 years! And he still tortures me when I displease him, or over step my boundaries. She full out kissed him just a few minutes ago, when he's never allowed anyone to do that. How did she do it? I have to get him back. Maybe slip him a love potion.
I slip out of Bellatrix's mind, and store that information away, for later usage. I turn my gaze back on Lavender, my school enemy. She's huddled together, quivering like a leaf caught in a tornado. Well, she should be. I point my wand at her and shout, "CRUCIO!" There's a moment of silence, before Lavender extremely loud blood curdling scream pierce the air and fill the chamber. Her screams are so loud that some Death Eaters cover their ears to protect them from the sound. Lavender is thrashing back and forth on the ground with tears streaming down her face.
I take the curse off of her, and flick my wand, conjuring a sharp cursed silver emerald encrusted dagger out of thin air. I stalk towards Lavender, and she whimpers even louder. I straddle her stomach, and drag the knife across her tear streaked pretty face. Blood follows its path down her face, starting to pool on the stone floor. I grab her arm and start carving letters into her skin. She screams and jerks every time the knife penetrates her skin. After 15 minutes the word "SLUT" litters her body. Her clothes are ripped in several places, and blood pours from her wounds. I lean down to admire my pretty work.
"Lavender, Lavender, Lavender. I thought you were pretty before, but now you're just beautiful. How did you manage to do it?" My audience gives a timid laugh.
I flick my wand again, and she's instantly chained to the ceiling with her arms suspended above her head, and her toes barely touching the floor. Lavender cries out from the pain in her spasm-ing muscles. I cast "Incendio" and "Diffindo" on Lavender non-verbally. My nose fills with the smell of burning flesh and freshly spilled blood. My hunger flares, and I bite Lavender. I taste her blood on my tongue for a few seconds before releasing her. I have completely blocked out her screams as her life force drains.
"Say Hello to Ron for me Lav, since you're going to hell. AVADA KEDAVRA!" I shout. The pretty green light leaves my wand, and is the last thing Lavender sees, before the light leaves her eyes. I feel a pain deep inside of me, so I know it's time to say the chant. I pull out the gold heart shaped pendant necklace that Harry gave me on my 18th birthday. On the chain, next to the pendant, is my engagement ring. Inscribed on the inside of my ring are the words "I will love you forever and always, even in death." Harry and I were going to get married after everything was over, but he died. Now I plan on placing a piece of my soul inside of my ring.
"Quod fecerit homicidium, quod dissecuerit cessit. Meum dilacerata anima de me. Et pones in eo praeter me. Et vivam in omni aeternitate periculo corporis humani et sensus meus. Hoc hindress de me. In obice circum Anima fuerit temporaliter irritum. Animam meam a me, quod in mea posuit potestate"
I point my wand at my heart then the ring 3 times. I feel the most excruciating pain, as my soul rips from my body. I let out a low moan, and then it is all over. I hear the cheers in the chamber and smile. I bow to the Death Eaters, and the cheering gets louder. Voldemort takes my ring from my hand, and waves his wand in several complicated patters, placing several advanced protective charms on it.
He whispers in my ear, "Well done my pet." He wraps an arm around my waist, before turning to the audience. "Thank you my faithful servants. You are free to go and kill some Muggles now. Until next time my friends."
One impressed Bellatrix Lestrange approaches us. She deeply bows before our Lord, and stiffly bends her head towards me.
"Yes Bellatrix?" Voldemort says, his arms still around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, and nuzzle his neck.
"My Lord, are we still going to have our session tonight?" She asks in a suggestive tone.
"No Bella. I'm afraid we will have to discontinue those."
Bellatrix's mouth drops open. "My- my Lord?" She looks as though she's on the verge of tears.
"Bellatrix, I do not have time for your silly little games. Go home to your husband, and leave me with my wife." Voldemort says in a stern impatient voice.
Recognizing his anger, Bellatrix bows her head. "Yes My Lord. Have a good evening my Lord and Lady." She looks me in the eye. I penetrate her mind and whisper, "Keep wishing on those stars Bella. It's a title you'll never have. And he's a man whose heart will never belong to you. It all belongs to ME." With those words, I pull out of her mind.
I kiss Voldemort on his lips, knowing Bellatrix is still there and watching. I smile innocently at her and say, "Have a good evening Bellatrix. Because I know I will."
Bellatrix glares at me, with a murderous look in her eyes.
I blow her a kiss over my shoulder, as Voldemort apparates us home, into our room.
"You feisty little minx." Voldemort slams me into the wall, before pulling my lips into an all consuming kiss. I can feel my juices running down my legs.
Voldemort inhales to the top of his lungs. You were already wet when you started torturing that girl, weren't you?" I moan my agreement.
I squeal when he picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His hands are on my bum, and he walks us to the bed. He gently lays me down, before removing my clothes. He licks, nibbles, and pinches my nipples, turning them into hard peaks, before travelling down my body to my sodden core.
He licks my opening, tasting my juices on his tongue. By the time he takes my click into his mouth, I'm on the verge of cumming. And cum I do. I explode in his mouth, covering his face in my essence. He sticks his tongue into my pulsing pussy and fucks me with his tongue, sending me into another orgasm. Finally he draws away, and kisses me on the lips. I taste myself on his tongue.
"Oh gods. You taste so bloody fucking good." Tom groans.
My hands grab his thick, long, warm, and soft cock. "Please," I beg. "Fuck me."
"Gladly." He slams into my wet heat, and we both cry out from pleasure. He picks up pace, slamming into me hard and fast. I scream when her rubs against that sweet spot within me.
"That's it. Scream for Daddy." Tom orders in between pants.
"Oh GOD!" I scream, clutching the headboard. "I'm cumming I'm cumming! Oh GOD! Daddy I'm cumming." My pussy contracts so tightly around Tom's cock, that he hisses in pain, before squirting his seed deep within my womb.
"I love you Hermione." is the last thing I hear, before I blackout into the world of wonderful sleep.
Mmmm! So Voldemort confesses his love for Hermione. Hermione gets stronger this chapter, and makes the Horcrux. She makes an enemy of Bellatrix Lestrange, after she finds out about Voldemort and Bellatrix's secret "meetings." Hermione kills Lavender Brown, and we have more background information about Hermione and Harry. They were going to get married, but now Hermione's completely in love with the enemy, not to mention married and pregnant by the enemy. I wonder what Hermione's response will be to Tom once she wakes up, and will Tom deny ever say the word I and love and you in the same sentence? I dont even know, and I'm the author!
In obice circum Anima fuerit temporaliter irritum. Animam meam a me, quod in mea posuit potestate is Latin for The Barrier around my Soul has been temporarily broken. Take my Soul from me, and put it into the object of my choice.
In Cor a Hungarorum Draco
Addere dolor et crudelitatem ad bibens potionem.
Eorum vita desideraretur, non tenebrosum is Latin for The Heart of a Hungarian Dragon. Add pain and cruelty to the drinker of the potion. May their life be full of darkness with no regret.
Quod fecerit homicidium, quod dissecuerit cessit. Meum dilacerata anima de me. Et pones in eo praeter me. Et vivam in omni aeternitate periculo corporis humani et sensus meus. Hoc hindress de me is latin for I have committed the act of murder, that has left me ripped. Take my torn soul out of me. And place it into this object beside me. I shall live for all and eternity, risking my body, humanity, and my sanity. Take this hindress out of me.
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