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The smell of rich musk and a masculine odor surrounded her. A hand held her stomach possessively and was caressing the smoothness of her skin. She remained motionless for a moment enjoying the simple and unusual gentleness of it. It amazed her how such a hand that killed so many could be so gentle. It was true. Lucius did enjoy touching soft things.

Her eyes looked over at the bed sheets she was on. They were silk. His bed sheets were always silk or satin. Always soft materials. The same went for his clothes. All of them were tailored in the finest and softest of materials a wizard was able to buy. Anything the touched his skin was soft.

As she made the attempt to get up but the hand that held her pulled her in. He breathed in the sent of her hair. "You have a long day today. Just rest a little longer. There's no harm in that, is there?" This was the first time Lucius asked anything of her. It was then she realized he needed her to be there. She, Narcissa, the silk, satin and all the soft things comforted him. They were his true escape, well hidden behind all his contempt and snobbery.

"He's expecting me."

"He never said when."

That was true. She enjoyed this small indulgence. But eventually the call of nature forced her away from his arms. She placed the pillow she used in his arms. He reluctantly took it but it seemed to pacify him and he fell back to sleep.

She wasn't sure how she got back to the Manor but at this point it didn't matter. It made her feel a little better to be away from it all for a moment. Her wardrobe seemed to have expanded since she left. None of this mattered at the moment as she found a note informing her of what she would be wearing for the duration of her training.

Hermione then returned to her wardrobe and found simple back robes. She as also quick to notice that there were seven more just like them.

Fully dressed and her hair tied up she made her way to the kitchens to get something to eat. The house elves prepared breakfast for her. She was a little numb and hated the feeling. It made her feel unprepared for what was coming. In an attempt to shake the feeling off she reached out to Lucius or Narcissa. That failed as both of them were still asleep or incapacitated in some form.

After eating she spent time in the library. There were more interesting books in the study but she felt uneasy being in there. The Ablemay Laws were in her mind. She needed to know why Voldemort was so interested in them and what significance they held today.

There were a few books on the subject. She only knew a little from Binns history class. It was mentioned only for one class. The book she held contained far more information.

It is henceforth illegal to arrange marriage for the purpose of strengthening power as seen as a threat to the common wealth and new Ministry. No marriage of two persons of same skill, profession for more than two generations shall be permitted marriage.

In as such there will no longer be laws set up to prohibit marriage amongst muggles or other humans that do not show signs of magic.

This was only a small section of the passage. Ablemay was the wizard responsible for this law to be enacted and was one of the first one hundred to form the Ministry of magic.

Turning the page she saw the top seven wizarding families that were punished for not following the laws. Many of them survived to this day others had their names changed to protect the family line and secrets. Slytherin, Wycolt, Pains, Potter, Malfoy, Affin and Briggs were all dismantled or forced to yield to Ministry demands.

The next chapter went on to describe the horrid punishments undertaken if a family was caught disobeying the now Ablemay laws. Women who became pregnant were killed after the child was born and the child would be raised by another family. The child would never know its true heritage.

There was encouragement for bloodlines to stay pure as families believed that their power can remain within the lines if no muggle or squib personages entered.

So that is what Voldemort was so angry about. His family had to go into hiding. But why would this matter to him. There is nothing that can be done about that now. Unless he controlled the Ministry. It hit her. He was planning to overturn the Ablemay laws.

"The more in depth books are in the study."

"Why couldn't you simply get the wizarding families to vote to overturn the Ablemay laws? Surely they would do so when they know what the Ministry is doing."

He was impressed to a degree. She figured part of the plan out. "They wouldn't listen. Too many generations of one line of thinking. The pureblood families don't want to give up their prestige. They enjoy it far too much."

"What part do I play in this?"

"You want to know?"

"Yes, I do."

"You are a perfect example of why the Ablemay laws were placed into effect. The most powerful would marry the most powerful and lesser wizards would bow before them. As it should be." He walked towards her with something in his eyes. It was beyond simple lust.

Hermione looked into them and felt an overwhelming urge to fall under his power. It radiated around him and intoxicated her. This was the first time she noticed how powerful he was and only felt something similar when around Dumbledore. They held a power that was deep and could be called on command with little focus. Fear filled her at the thoughts of what they could accomplish if they actually focused.

She stepped back to collect her thoughts. His eyes were on her still, with that penetrating glare and a smile that told her that he knew what she was feeling. "You too will have that power one day." He stepped closer to her. His breathing was heavy but in control. He walked behind her and held her to him making sure she felt the full force of his power.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his power radiated through her giving her a small high. Thoughts of using glorious spells of wild power filled her; spells of such intricate design and force, spells all that were in her grasp. She laughed a little reveling in it all and for one small moment she thought she could easily do those spells now. 'This spell is one of my own creation, you use it on another to enter their minds and wipe clean any knowledge they hold of magic. Excellent for punishment of the disloyal. Their knowledge can be returned to them.' The victims played before her. Each of them fell to their knees as the most beautiful swirl of blue surrounded them. She never knew there could be so much beauty in such dark spells.

"Atra, all of this I'll give you but you must give up your barriers and go beyond them."

Hermione was beginning to refocus. "Yes. I'll do anything that is needed. So much beauty in it all."

"There is beauty in everything. Especially death. I want you to show me how beautiful it can be. Aveda Kadarva are not the only words that cause instant death. There are other spells. The Ministry never allowed them to be taught. Only the highest ranking of Aurors know of them."

She turned to look at him. "You want me to kill."

"You will choose. I'll arrange it. They can die in any manner you see fit. But four must die by your wand by the end of this day. I'll give you one hour to think about whom you will kill then we leave."

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The air was warm and held that old plaster smell that old buildings always have. It calmed her for it reminded her of a library where she could focus and study. The bed she sat on was soft but well worn and sank at where she sat. The form lying on the bed looked up at her and smiled.

"Are you an angel?"

"No, but I'll help you go to one. You've been in a lot of pain?"

"Yes. The doctors give me medicine but I never feel better." The child was no more than six years old and was at death's door. Her skin was pale and eyes sunken. Cancer had won the battle.

"You'll feel no pain soon."

"Am I going to sleep? That's the only time I am not in pain. I sleep a lot now."

"Yes, just close your eyes and go to sleep."

The girl closed her eyes trusting Hermione as she disguised herself as a nurse. She held the wand at the girl's chest and shot a pink mist around the girl's body. The second spell cast was invisible but one could see the pressure on the young body preventing any air from entering the lungs. After five minutes the girl was dead.

Hermione turned around to Voldemort who disguised himself as one of the doctors. His glamour spell worked wonders. But he couldn't hide his disappointment. "I wasn't going to hurt her. I killed her like you requested but I made sure she felt no pain."

"You must be far more creative for your next victim."

They apperated from the hospital to the next location she chose. Hermione found herself in a regular muggle house in her old neighborhood. This was a home of a man that haunted her for years. It has been almost ten years since she was inside these walls and that same sense of dread filled her. Tears fell from her face.

She walked into the living room and saw him watching T.V. as if nothing had changed in his life. That's what struck her. He never changed. The trepidation she was feeling was pushed out with anger that she felt. "Hello, Mr. Brown. Are you doing well these days?"

He turned around and saw her. He stood up and smiled. "Well young Hermione. You've grown up. I was sorry that I couldn't watch as you went away every school year."

"I have grown up."

Then it dawned on him that she wasn't invited nor did he hear her enter. "How'd you get in here?"

"I'm a witch. A powerful one as well."

"A what?" His voice wasn't so confident anymore.

"A witch." She flicked her wand and the T.V. cracked and sparked. "I can do so much more than that. I can do that to you. I remember everything you did to me all those years ago. You're going to pay for them. No one should ever get away with doing such horrid things to a child. I was only nine! No one should have touched me in such a way!" She tore up the couch with her words. At this point she was shaking. "You blamed ME for it all! Said it was my fault!"

He tried to run but found himself in a full body bind. She walked over to him, bent down on one knee and spoke in a loud whisper. "It's all your fault. All of it. It's your fault for what I am going to do to you next. It's all your fault! CRUCIO!!"

Under her curse he screamed and writhed. She quickly placed a silencing charm on the house to make sure that his screams were not heard by anyone. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!! NOT MINE!!" She enjoyed watching him scream and held the curse for another ten minutes. A hand held her arm to stop the curse.

"You'll drain yourself. You are still new at this and the dark curses need a lot of strength."

Hermione nodded and decided to end it. She looked down on her childhood pedophile, saw the sweat on his face and the abject fear he held for her. As she stared that fear turned to anger. After all the torture he had the nerve to be angry at her. "You are angry at me? You have no right! Now you'll die. It's all your fault! Aveda Kedarva!"

The deathly green light hit its target. He man lay there dead but held that look of anger on his face. How dare he?

"He was angry with me. How dare he be angry with me?" The rush of the Death curse still filled her. All the stories were true about it. It did make you feel powerful.

Voldemort smiled and quickly undid the binds that still held the body. He was proud of her and knew she needed to go further. She was only enjoying the man's suffering for he did a great injustice to her and revenge was fuelling her. "You took your revenge against someone who thought they did nothing wrong."

"The sick twisted fuck."

"He's dead Atra. Let him go." He stood behind her and calmed her down. "Let him go. It's never wise to dwell on those you killed."

A loud knock at the door brought her back to the house they were in. Before they could apperate away two people banged the open. She didn't place the silencing curse on the house soon enough. Of all the people to enter through the door she wished it wasn't them.

"Hermione!" Her mother shouted. There were no words to describe the expressions on their faces.

They turned their eyes to Voldemort who was putting together who these people were. "Your muggle parents. They can't have any memory of this." He was about to curse them but two flashes of green light hit them before he could utter a curse. They fell in a heap on the floor.

"I didn't want you to kill them." She fell to the floor at his feet numb inside.

He knelt down behind her and whispered into her ear. "I wasn't going to kill them only alter their memories. One unnatural death can be ignored but three will be detected. Don't ever assume anything. You gave me no time to explain. You killed the four that were required so the lesson is concluded for today. I'll take you back to the Manor so you can rest."

She didn't resist as she was pulled up off the floor. The power of the killing curses still coursed through her and it overwhelmed her as well as weakened her.

Voldemort lifted her into his arms and apperated to the Manor. He placed her onto her bed and summoned a house elf. "Where is Narcissa?"

"Master, mistress Malfoy is in the parlor. Shalls I go gets her for you?"

"Yes, quickly."

Within minutes Narcissa entered the room. "I can only assume you know what she is suffering from?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Then treat her. I'll be back in two days time." Voldemort vanished.

Hermione began to shake terribly and sweat. "What's happening to me?"

"You're suffering from the Dark Arts. Your body wasn't used to doing so much of it in so short a time. You cast the killing curse too many times in too short a time period. In a day or two you will be alright. We all go through it."

Her body twitched and spasmed in pain and never stopped for at least seven hours. Sleep evaded her and she was in dire need of it. Narcissa gave her a few potions to help with the pain but it did very little good. "There's not much one can do. You'll sleep in a few hours. After these two days you'll never have to feel that pain again. Your body will have adjusted to using such spells."

The words were lost to her as she shook and tossed about the bed. Eventually sleep did come to her but she didn't wake for four days.

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