Hey guys, sorry I've kept ya waiting. Well heres chapter 11.
Whispers
Cinderella Unexpected Love
Chapter eleven Pain and wandless magic
Hermione sat with her back to the cold stone wall, tears rolling unnoticed down her cheeks.
She had been stuck in this hell hole for almost three days and she was hurting all over.
The same questions were asked every day, and every day she would give the same answer.
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'Where is Potter?' Voldemort asked viciously.
'I-I don't know,' Hermione answered shakily.
She knew she was lying through her teeth. She knew that Harry was currently roaming England in search of the missing horcruxes, but she wouldn't tell Voldemort this.
He knew she was lying. Just by taking one look at her and you could tell.
When she gave her answer, she would keep her face on you but her eyes would travel around the room.
'Crucio!' He said as calmly as he could, but was failing miserably. The tone in his voice cameout icily, showing his impatience.
He watched with mild pleasure as Hermione shook from the pain, but he noticed that she never once opened her mouth as the pain shot through her. Never once screamed to show it hurt.
'I'll ask once more,' he said impatiently, lifting the curse. 'Where the hell is Potter?!'
Hermione built her courage and stood, some what painfully, and glared at him.
Oh how she knew she would pay for this, but she had had enough.
'Why the fuck should I tell you?' she screamed. 'You are just a vile-'
She was cut off by the pale hand that back handed her with such force that she was knocked to the ground.
'It's just a simple question mudblood!' Voldemort spat. 'You know, you could make it a lot easier on yourself if you just tell us where he is!'
By this time, he was pacing angrily in front of her, his fisted curled into balls.
'I don't care!' She screamed defiantly.
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That was the last thing she remembered, for she was knocked out.
Oh how Hermione just wanted to tell them to get the pain over with, but she had the sneaking suspicion that they would just kill her once she told them, so she didn't tell them.
Hermione looked into the corner of the cell, and saw a couple of twigs and leaves.
Before she was captured, she had been practising wandless magic and she was fairly good at it.
She could manipulate the objects to do her bidding. At times she was wondering if she really was doing wandless magic or if it was something else.
Hermione concentrated on the leaves and twigs and slowly they began to lift up off the ground and slowly float over to her.
Once they reached her, she quickly snatched them from the air, just in case one of the guards on duty to come and check on her.
Hermione looked over to the door and willed it to unlock.
What she did though, was something hadn't been expecting.
As she concentrated on unlocking the door, a small crack formed in the door. It started at the key hole and ran downwards for a couple of centimetres.
Hermione sat shocked and then something in her mind clicked.
Telekinesis
That's it! She thought triumphantly.
She sat, so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't realise that one of the guards were standing at the door, licking his lips softly.
There was one thing that all the males saw, and that was even though Hermione was dubbed the 'filthy little mudblood', she was still beautiful.
Even with the scraps and bruises from the torture, she was still as pretty as ever.
The guard banged on the door to get her attention and got angry when she ignored him. He swung the door open and stormed over to Hermione.
He kicked her leg that was lying on the ground, alerting Hermione that she wasn't alone.
When she looked up, her face drained of colour and she pulled her legs to her chest.
'W-What do you want?' she stuttered.
'Nothing you could possibly give me, you filthy whore!'
'Then what are doing here?' she asked, her voice laced with venom.
If there was one name she hated being called more than 'mudblood' it was 'whore'.
When she was called the vile name, her body would flood with anger.
The guard was a little taken back by the tone of voice, but stood his ground none the less.
'Making sure your in pain,' he sneered. 'We wouldn't want the little whore to get better, now would we?'
Hermione stood up right, her hands balled into fists, but she was no comment. It was as if she were in a trance that nothing could wake her from.
The guard could feel some anger radiating off of her and decided to make her angrier, just so he would have a reason to curse her, not that he really needed one.
'What's wrong whore? Are you missing you two fucker boys?' He asked icily.
Without warning he was thrown backwards into one of the stone walls.
Hermione walked over to him, the chain snapping as if it were string, her hands balled into fists and her hair slightly flying around her face.
There was a reason behind the whole hating the name.
When she was younger, not long after her father died, her step-mother started having many men over and most of them would look at her in ways she didn't want to be looked at.
There was one guy though, Scott, who would try to touch her and would call her names just to get her riled up. One of those names was 'whore'.
One day she just snapped. It was the summer before her fifth year and she was putting the washing on the line when he came out and tried to touch her, but she dodged out of the way.
He began calling her names and tried to reach her again but Hermione stopped him with her fist.
She brought it colliding into his nose, making it bleed.
He had reached up and wiped some of the blood from his face and looked at it before turning to her and slapping her across the face, calling her a filthy little whore.
After that, everything was a blur to her. The only thing she knew was that the next morning when she went down to the kitchen, her step-mother was hysterical, saying stuff about him lying in the laundry, sheets wrapped aground his throat cutting off his oxygen. The glass window was broken and the shattered glass lay strewn across the floor, all except for one piece, the largest piece, which stuck out from his chest.
Hermione just shrugged it off, thinking that her step-mother was talking about a nightmare she had had.
Hermione brought herself out of her memories and stared and the man who wouldn't leave her alone.
He went to stand, but was forced back down by unseen hands.
All of a sudden the hands went around his throat, cutting of his air supply.
'How does it feel to feel this pain?' Hermione asked viciously, in a voice so unlike her own.
The hands pulled the man upwards but didn't stop when he was on his feet; they continued to pull him up until he was dangling from the roof.
He was help there until he stopped struggling and just hung limply from the roof.
When Hermione was sure that he was dead, she titled her head to the side which caused the ghostly hands to drop the man unceremoniously to the ground.
She stood over him for a while before flicking her hand.
On the right side of the man's neck, a red mark began to form, as if there was someone there carving it into his skin.
The mark was two hearts interlocked with a think arrow through them both.
Once the mark was completed, Hermione flicked her hand again, causing the body of the dead man to disappear.
She walked back over to the wall that she was previously chained to, still in her trance like state, and sat down.
She picked up the broken chain and fixed it and put it back on her foot so as to avoid suspicion. Once it was on, she looked up and nodded slightly making the door close and seal itself.
Hermione had been staring at the door for what seemed like ages before she snapped out of her trance like state.
She looked around the cell, trying to remember what had happened earlier on.
She only remembered bits and pieces she didn't remember coming to the conclusion that she was a telekinesis, but she remembered the man coming in, and that was the last she remembered.
Before she could think further into it, she passed out from exhaustion, her body slumping against the wall behind her.
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Done! It was kinda violent and I don't know HOW I came up with all that considering I'm like half asleep, but I did and I'm proud of myself. :P
Also I came to the decision that I'm not going to change the title anymore k.
Anyways review and tell me what you think!!!
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