8:15 AM: October

Harry and Draco went together to Potions. "Hey, Harry!"

"Hello, Draco." Harry said cooly.

"How are you doing?"

"I am doing….quite fine. And yourself?"

"I'm great. How was your night?"

"It was quite odd." What happened to my hair, and why was I with Snape? Why am I more of a monster than before? I need answers. Draco could see Harry was in his mind.

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"I woke up in Professor Snape's dorm, but I fell asleep in our dorms. By any chance….did I sleepwalk?" Harry saw Draco gulp and hesitate. I know he is going to lie.

"Erm, no Harry. I just kind of went to bed myself." Harry internally smirked. His face was set in a snarky facial expression.

"I know you are lying, Draco." Right when Draco opened his mouth he was in Potions and greeted Snape.

"Hello, Professor." Draco said with a smirk. Harry followed behind him snarky. The other students were whispering. Of course there was whispering.

"What happened to Harry?" I would like to know the same thing.

"Why is his hair like that?" Why are students so nosy these days?

"Should we be afraid?" Oh for Merlin sakes! Many students kept eyeing Harry but Harry just took out the useless muggle things that he has been using for a while. I'll show them.

"Silence!" The class grew silent. Oh, how I love it when they are afraid. "Let us begin, or are you all going….to waste my time?" Ron smiled. I love how he thinks he is all great.

"I think YOU are wasting our time." Filthy muggle lovers.

"Mr. Weasley, I would prefer you to use this class period to understand….the simple brewing of potions. It seems….you are failing my class, and your mother would not be happy."

"Well, maybe if you actually taught us instead of criticizing us all the time, we will learn?" Snape walked to Ron's desk.

"It is….interesting how just because you and Longbottom don't get it and find it….amusing to fail my class, you think….I do not teach. I explain the instructions. I show examples. I give you the textbook. I give you notes. I criticized everyone's work because people grow. Longbottom has even gotten better now."

"Yeah, whatever." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes….Mr. Weasley. Maybe hidden in that thick….skull….there is a brain." Harry and the Snakes snickered.

"Well, Snape, how is Harry doing? What, did you and all the other Slytherins teach him how to avoid washing his hair?" Harry glared at Ron. Ron smirked. "What? Can't take a joke?" Now he will pay. Harry made a grim smirk. I'll show him.

"No, Ron, I just….think your jokes lack….what was the word? Humor? Comprehension? Intelligence? Coherence? So if you….wish….to mock a house, it might as well be your own. You see, Ron….you aren't smart. You never were, and never will be. You and Miss. Granger are both ignorant. As well as the rest of the….Gryffindors." Harry glared at Ron. Ron was silent. Wow old Weasley actually kept his mouth shut. Snape went back to the lesson on brewing Alihotsy Draught. Harry was actually doing it. Not only that, he was the only one not struggling to do it. This is easy.

Harry James Potter wasn't the best at making potions, but he wasn't the worst like Ron or Neville.

Harry finished his potions and called up Snape. Snape nodded his head. "10 points to Slytherin for Potter's well use of time and capability of instruction." Ron stared at Harry. Harry stared back. But his eyes grew darker. Ron looked away quickly. Good, he should be afraid of me. Actually, I like this a lot. Harry's eyes grew lighter green. Anger was Harry's true power. His passion was power. However, Harry knew the difference between good and bad. He wanted to be in between. Nonetheless, he was the Prince of Darkness. He wanted to talk to someone. Someone he wanted to talk to. Hey Voldemort.

"Yes, my Prince?"

What traits do I show as your Prince of Darkness?

"You show wisdom, power, anger, greed, and truth."

Am I good or bad?

"That is up to you."

But I am still Prince of Darkness?

"Yes."

What happened to my hair and my eyes. I am a monster.

"You killed a monster last night."

What do you mean?

"Did you look at your neck?"

No.

"There are cut marks. They are healed by Severus Snape."

What happened?

"He will be talking to about that."

Tell me.

"No."

Tell me.

"No, but the only thing I will tell you is that darkness fell into your skin. Your 'necklace' isn't on you anymore. The tattoo is pure darkness. If you show it, people will be afraid; but fear makes darkness stronger. Even if it's your own."

Okay. I understand. Harry smirked on the outside. The connection was disconnected.

9:25 AM: October

Voldemort felt a connection. Harry.

"Hey Voldemort."

Yes, my Prince?

"What traits do I show as your Prince of Darkness?"

You show wisdom, power, anger, greed, and truth.

"Am I good or bad?"

That is up to you.

"But I am still Prince of Darkness?"

Yes.

"What happened to my hair and my eyes. I am a monster."

You killed a monster last night.

"What do you mean?"

Did you look at your neck?

"No."

There are cut marks. They are healed by Severus Snape.

"What happened?"

He will be talking to about that.

"Tell me."

No.

"Tell me."

No, but the only thing I will tell you is that darkness fell into your skin. Your 'necklace' isn't on you anymore. The tattoo is pure darkness. If you show it, people will be afraid; but fear makes darkness stronger. Even if it your own.

"Okay. I understand." The connection was disbanded. Voldemort rubbed his temple. Bellatrix Lestrange walked into his chambers with a tray of sweets and tea. "Here you go, my Lord. Would you like anything else?" Ugh.

"No, Bellatrix, you may leave."

"My Lord? I would like to ask a questions." Of course.

"What."

"I am your most faithful servant. I give my life to you. Would you….do the….same?"

"No, Bellatrix. I have loved sssomeone who wasss lossst and killed. I do not love." Voldemort was lost in his train of thoughts. So beautiful. So sincere. So unique.

"Yes….my Lord." Bellatrix left Voldemort to his thoughts and she sad.

Just then, Wormtail entered his chambers. "What do you want?" Wormtail bowed in Voldemort's presence.

"I have heard news on Dumbledore's whereabouts." Voldemort sat up.

"Well? Where is he?"

"He is wondering around the Beauxbatons forest." Voldemort moved his hand to his chin and rubbed it.

"Good…."

"Do we tell Mr. Potter?" Voldemort smirked.

"No."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Do you know…. why?"

"Excuse me, my Lord?"

"Potter….needsss to fight….thisss battle. I want to sssee how it….goesss….As in….if he isss good enough…."

"Yes, my Lord. That is very wise of you. Very wise, indeed." Wormtail left the room and Voldemort smirked. Yes, he will fight his own battle. We will let him get him angry. Dumbledore will fight Harry. We will see who is worthy. Yes….

10:00 AM: October

Ron had plans for Hermione on his mind. He already broke her. He already hypnotized her. He already ruined who she was. Time to get some more pleasure and more devious plans. Ron took her hand and they escaped a bathroom on the top floor. He knew he should avoid the one with Moaning Myrtle. She was always a pain. He took Hermione and she was all giggly. "Sh, Hermione. You'll get us in trouble." Hermione bit her index finger. He got her into the bathroom. "Hermione, we need to help Dumbledore. He has escaped and we need to help him." Hermione was against the wall. Inside her mind she screamed. She was screaming very loud but the words never left her mouth. "Ronald Weasley! I don't want to do this anymore! Let me out! I am not like this!" Hermione curled in a wall sobbing. She was trapped. Ron was a monster. Ron smirked.

"I believe you are right. We need to help him. But…..do you want to help me first, Ronnie?" No no no! This isn't supposed to happen!

"Get out of my head! Stop controlling me! Stop drugging me!" Hermione yelled. Ron smirked more. A smirk that you could define as devilish. He leaned against the Hermione shell and grabbed her throat.

"Are you sure?" The Hermione shell spoke gasping for air.

"Yes we need to help him. I will do whatever you say."

"Do you like this?" Ron was up against her. "Please…." Hermione wept.

"Yes, sir." Ron released his grasp. He took Hermione's arms and held them up. Hermione's body started to grind against him and Ron began to get hard.

"Mmmm….Hermione, where did you learn to do that?" Hermione let her back be pushed against the wall as he started to grind as well. She always responded as if she were a robot.

"I learned from you, my Ronnie." Hermione started to bite her bottom lip as she threw her neck back. She was pushed up and down the wall. Once Ron stopped because he couldn't take his throbbing dick anymore, Hermione squatted on the ground.

"Undo me." Hermione's shell was obedient but Hermione could see it all. She could hear it all. She just couldn't feel it. However, it didn't matter. This was rape.

The shell was undoing Ron and Hermione knew this wasn't right. Hermione undid his pants. She opened her mouth and Ron slammed her head against the wall. Hermione gagged and gasped as he thrusted in and out of her moaning. Once she swallowed she wanted him more. Before Ron could fix his boxers and pants, she grabbed his hand and shoved it in her pants as she was standing swirling her hips. He pushed her against the wall once more and his left arm extended to let him lean against while his right hand was fingering her. She undid her pants and thong. He let her wrap her legs around his waist as he slammed her insides. Hermione was moaning loudly as Ron grunted. Hermione was being pushed up and down against the wall.

The shell was his slave. A slave with the mind of a sad and lonely girl. A girl by the name Hermione Granger who will eventually break.

Ron and the shell were in the bathroom moaning. Moaning and groaning. The moves they did to each other. The pounding, the riding, the slamming, the choking, the teasing. It was all too much. Hermione needed Harry. She wanted Harry to know the Hermione on the outside wasn't her. Alas, no one figured that and no one cared. The shell was just Ron's toy that he would finger with during class and lunch. Hermione Granger. The girl who screamed was internally silent. Her head was quiet because there was nothing to do. A month. A month and no one knew that Hermione was trapped. A month and no one heard her. A month.

12:00 AM: October

"Neville, we need to do something." Ginny said while they were eating lunch.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone is different. Harry is darker. Hermione is….you know. And Ron isn't as nice…." Neville had that stupid kid-look. Still, he was lovable. He nodded.

"I agree, but what could we do? We are just kids. No one would listen." Ginny sighed.

"I know, but we need to help Hermione first. We need to figure if Ron has her under a spell or under a potion. Then, we need to use a counter-curse or something. We need to save her."

"Well how do we figure what she is under?"

"I don't know. Ask around? See the symptoms? Then narrow the list down." Neville nodded.

"When do we start?"

"Tonight. In the library. Or any other place where we are alone. We need to solve this first. We will title this: Mission one, save Hermione Granger. Once we get her out we can move onto Mission two. I don't know exactly what mission two will be, but it will be something."

"Yes. I am in. If it means we can save our friends, then I am in." They both shook hands. Fred and George came down their table after laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Ginny asked.

"Well-"

"We put some-"

"Firebolt cream-"

"Into Ron's-"

"Drink." They both replied laughing and breaking off each other's sentences. They always did that. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at Ron who began to drink from his cup. One sip was all Ron took and his face became red. Hermione was trying to give him her drink but his face became more red.

"Who did this?!" Fred, George, Ginny, and Neville, and the rest of the table, except Hermione, started to laugh loudly. Ron's face was started to cool down after drinking Neville's glass. He was angry. "Why would you do that?!"

"Because, you are-"

"Our little-"

"Brother."

"It's what we do." They winked at him and he sat down next to Hermione as she tried to comfort him. Fred and George sat with Ginny and Neville.

"So why are two going to the library?" Asked Fred.

""We need….to study." Ginny replied.

"No, we heard something about Ron and Hermione." Ginny sighed.

"It's none of your business."

"Then we will ask Ron and Hermione." Said George.

"No! Fine, lean in closer." Both Fred and George leaned in.

"We need to help Hermione."

"What do you mean?" George asked.

"Look at her, she is too different."

"I think you are reading too much into this." Fred nodded his head.

"No, I mean it. She is….much different and so is Ron."

"So what do we do?" George pictched in.

"We need to figure if it's a spell, curse, or potion. Then we need to counter-curse it." Neville replied.

"Okay, me and Fred are in." George nodded his head.

"Good. We meet, in the library. Tonight." Fred and George got up and sat where they originally sat. They talked and Ginny watched closely at Ron and Hermione. What happened, Hermione. What happened?

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