Hermione woke up in a bed of hay. Her eyes hadn't come into focus yet but heard a baby crying. She could see a cradle draped with black and red cloth in the distance.
"Alas! You have awoken." Voldemort said staring at her through a glass vial. Hermione rubbed her eyes. She was in a dungeon. Voldemort smiled evilly at her.
"Where am I?" Hermione said sleepily. Voldemorts smile flickered.
"That's for me to know. And I would prefer you not to find out. Now, your child hasn't shut up. What have I missed? I have fed him." Voldemort said standing over the child. Hermione knew what he had forgot.
"Love." She said getting up and walking over to her child. Voldemorts smile vanished completely.
"I do not need love to teach I child Dark Arts." Voldemort snapped. Dark Arts! Hermione eyes narrowed as she held James to her.
"James is my child! His father and me would like him to go to Hogwarts and learn Against the Dark arts! Go have your own child if you want him to learn Dark Arts. Why our child anyway?" Hermione snapped. Voldemort cupped Hermione's cheek in his hand. Very tightly.
'But my dear. The father would have said no if I hadn't twisted things! You think Harry would have said yes? He was scared he would lose his child. Or his life. I couldn't kill a Potter child ages ago. So if I can't kill I will make him mine." Voldemort said icily. Tears ran down Hermione cheeks as she saw something moving in a glass bowl.
"Ah yes. Your husband and little search party are looking for you. Of course, They won't." Voldemort laughed. Hermione spotted an open door as Voldemort bent over his glass bowl. Hermione had James Voldemort wasn't looking. She sprinted.
But Voldemort was fast that he caught up to her. He grabbed Hermione by the hair.
"I really should put chains on you!" Voldemort yelled. Hermione started crying again. "Crying brings no mercy girl!" Voldemort snapped. He clicked his fingers and Hermione was chained and gagged to a chair. She was still chained holding James.
"So my dear? Is James Potter to be taught dark arts by his mother?" Voldemort said standing up above Hermione. Hermione tried to think with all the tears rapidly pouring down her cheeks. What would Voldemort do to James or her if she refused? Hermione was never taught to teach Dark arts. She was taught against them. She shook her head.
"Are you sure? Maybe I should take James there and say...torture him in front of your eyes? Or maybe HARRY perhaps? In front of you. So you can watch your bad mistake. I'll ask you again. Is Hermione POTTER to teach the James POTTER dark arts?" Voldemort said with pleasure. Hermione didn't want anything to happen to James or Harry. She nodded.
"Aha! What was that! A nod?" Voldemort asked with glee. Hermione nodded again, regretting it. She snapped his fingers and the gag and chains disappeared. He clapped his hands and Hermione's lavender and gold gown turned into a black and red one. Her fluffy brown hair had turned sleek and black with to pieces or hair red. The heart Harry had given her around her neck turned to a scull. Hermione Potter was now a servant to Lord Voldemort. Every thing was black and red. James' cradle, sheets, clothes.
"Now since you probably won't do what I ask anyways, it's time to put you under a little spell." Voldemort laughed evilly. Hermione's eyes widened. The imperius curse was put upon her. She was now to do whatever he said, whenever he said it.
"Now put him to bed. He shall be fed later." Voldemort said. Hermione did what he said. Straight away. "Now go to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you." Voldemort said watching his bowl again. Hermione heard familiar shouts, even thought they didn't really register. "Hermione!" it was calling. But Hermione was a servant of Lord Voldemort now. No one mattered but him.
Hermione was worked on her feet all day. Teaching her son was one thing, learning from Voldemort was another. She was now pure evil. She was taught the best of Dark Magic there is and from the one person he knows it all. She was of course, taught that pleading brings so mercy. Did Voldemort know that Harry had found out where Hermione was? Hermione lay her sleeping son in his cradle. She had no love for him anymore. Hermione down on the end of Her bed at the end of the dungeon. She heard familiar shouts. Voldemorts and someone else's shouts. But who? He sounded so familiar.
"Oh Hermione come here!" Voldemort yelled in a disgustingly sweet way. Hermione obeyed.
"This man clames to be your husband. But you don't know him do you? Never seen him in your life, have you?" Voldemort hissed in her ear. Of course not a little voice told her to say. Hermione starred into those familiar bottle green eyes. How damn familiar. She glanced at her companion's eyes. Bright red. Not the colour of her child's. But the spell was too strong for her.
"Of corse I haven't." Hermione said slowly. Voldemort grinned at Harry.
"See I told you. She does not know you. I suggest you leave before something happens." Voldemort said calmly. Hermione's eyes glanced over the bright red scar. How very so damn familiar. Harry glanced Heart broken at the new Hermione. Suddenly something came out of her mouth that Voldemort didn't control her to say.
"Wait." Hermione said as she took slow steps over to Harry. She ran her finger over his scar.
"How so familiar." Hermione said. Was she fighting the spell? Harry's lips curled into a little smile. Voldemort choked on whatever he was drinking. What is this girl? You do not know him! Kill him! He is an impostor! He wants your child! He wants to turn your child good! He'll destroy your precious work! Voldemort screamed in her mind. Hermione gripped her hair. She was trying, trying very hard but it was too strong. She looked up and shoved Harry into a wall finding his heart beat the also locate his pulses.
"That's it girl. Kill him." Voldemort muttered. Harry looked shocked.
"Hermione no! Remember? Remember Hagrid! Remember Hogwarts express! Remember Neville- remember? His toad? Remember how bossy you were? Remember Fluffy? The trap door! Second year- remember? The Chamber of secrets remember? 3rd year! Sirius! Buckbeack- Lupin! Oh remember Hermione?" Harry pleading. Hermione stopped wresting with him. Those things were so familiar. Suddenly everything wasn't fuzzy. Her mind registered. What was she doing with Harry? Why was she trying to kill him? Hermione looked shocked. Harry eased.
"You!" Hermione snapped. And she charged over to Voldemort.
"Lady Hermione! You surely don't know this man?" He asks Hermione calmly.
"More than you know Voldemort!" Snapped Hermione and suddenly she preformed the avada kadavra spell on Voldemort.
"Hermione you-you know that's um illegal." Harry said smiling. Hermione walked over to him and clutched him tight.
"Even though I'm the Hero, let's say you defeated. Him once again Harry Potter." Hermione grinned tapping his scar. Suddenly they heard baby laughter. Hermione and Harry laughed.
Hermione and Harry sat cuddled on the porch steps listening to the muggle radio. Suddenly N'Syncs- this I promise you came on. Harry sat up.
"Dance with me?" He said standing up and holding out his hand. Hermione laughed and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm glad you found me." Hermione sighed.
"Ha, Ha. Why?" Harry grinned.
"Because I wouldn't be able to dance with you again ever." Hermione said lifting up her black and red gown.
"I liked your new look." Harry grinned. Hermione shook her head with a smile on her face. "Keep that dress won't you?" He said, "Lady Hermione." Harry laughed.
~~The End~~
"Alas! You have awoken." Voldemort said staring at her through a glass vial. Hermione rubbed her eyes. She was in a dungeon. Voldemort smiled evilly at her.
"Where am I?" Hermione said sleepily. Voldemorts smile flickered.
"That's for me to know. And I would prefer you not to find out. Now, your child hasn't shut up. What have I missed? I have fed him." Voldemort said standing over the child. Hermione knew what he had forgot.
"Love." She said getting up and walking over to her child. Voldemorts smile vanished completely.
"I do not need love to teach I child Dark Arts." Voldemort snapped. Dark Arts! Hermione eyes narrowed as she held James to her.
"James is my child! His father and me would like him to go to Hogwarts and learn Against the Dark arts! Go have your own child if you want him to learn Dark Arts. Why our child anyway?" Hermione snapped. Voldemort cupped Hermione's cheek in his hand. Very tightly.
'But my dear. The father would have said no if I hadn't twisted things! You think Harry would have said yes? He was scared he would lose his child. Or his life. I couldn't kill a Potter child ages ago. So if I can't kill I will make him mine." Voldemort said icily. Tears ran down Hermione cheeks as she saw something moving in a glass bowl.
"Ah yes. Your husband and little search party are looking for you. Of course, They won't." Voldemort laughed. Hermione spotted an open door as Voldemort bent over his glass bowl. Hermione had James Voldemort wasn't looking. She sprinted.
But Voldemort was fast that he caught up to her. He grabbed Hermione by the hair.
"I really should put chains on you!" Voldemort yelled. Hermione started crying again. "Crying brings no mercy girl!" Voldemort snapped. He clicked his fingers and Hermione was chained and gagged to a chair. She was still chained holding James.
"So my dear? Is James Potter to be taught dark arts by his mother?" Voldemort said standing up above Hermione. Hermione tried to think with all the tears rapidly pouring down her cheeks. What would Voldemort do to James or her if she refused? Hermione was never taught to teach Dark arts. She was taught against them. She shook her head.
"Are you sure? Maybe I should take James there and say...torture him in front of your eyes? Or maybe HARRY perhaps? In front of you. So you can watch your bad mistake. I'll ask you again. Is Hermione POTTER to teach the James POTTER dark arts?" Voldemort said with pleasure. Hermione didn't want anything to happen to James or Harry. She nodded.
"Aha! What was that! A nod?" Voldemort asked with glee. Hermione nodded again, regretting it. She snapped his fingers and the gag and chains disappeared. He clapped his hands and Hermione's lavender and gold gown turned into a black and red one. Her fluffy brown hair had turned sleek and black with to pieces or hair red. The heart Harry had given her around her neck turned to a scull. Hermione Potter was now a servant to Lord Voldemort. Every thing was black and red. James' cradle, sheets, clothes.
"Now since you probably won't do what I ask anyways, it's time to put you under a little spell." Voldemort laughed evilly. Hermione's eyes widened. The imperius curse was put upon her. She was now to do whatever he said, whenever he said it.
"Now put him to bed. He shall be fed later." Voldemort said. Hermione did what he said. Straight away. "Now go to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you." Voldemort said watching his bowl again. Hermione heard familiar shouts, even thought they didn't really register. "Hermione!" it was calling. But Hermione was a servant of Lord Voldemort now. No one mattered but him.
Hermione was worked on her feet all day. Teaching her son was one thing, learning from Voldemort was another. She was now pure evil. She was taught the best of Dark Magic there is and from the one person he knows it all. She was of course, taught that pleading brings so mercy. Did Voldemort know that Harry had found out where Hermione was? Hermione lay her sleeping son in his cradle. She had no love for him anymore. Hermione down on the end of Her bed at the end of the dungeon. She heard familiar shouts. Voldemorts and someone else's shouts. But who? He sounded so familiar.
"Oh Hermione come here!" Voldemort yelled in a disgustingly sweet way. Hermione obeyed.
"This man clames to be your husband. But you don't know him do you? Never seen him in your life, have you?" Voldemort hissed in her ear. Of course not a little voice told her to say. Hermione starred into those familiar bottle green eyes. How damn familiar. She glanced at her companion's eyes. Bright red. Not the colour of her child's. But the spell was too strong for her.
"Of corse I haven't." Hermione said slowly. Voldemort grinned at Harry.
"See I told you. She does not know you. I suggest you leave before something happens." Voldemort said calmly. Hermione's eyes glanced over the bright red scar. How very so damn familiar. Harry glanced Heart broken at the new Hermione. Suddenly something came out of her mouth that Voldemort didn't control her to say.
"Wait." Hermione said as she took slow steps over to Harry. She ran her finger over his scar.
"How so familiar." Hermione said. Was she fighting the spell? Harry's lips curled into a little smile. Voldemort choked on whatever he was drinking. What is this girl? You do not know him! Kill him! He is an impostor! He wants your child! He wants to turn your child good! He'll destroy your precious work! Voldemort screamed in her mind. Hermione gripped her hair. She was trying, trying very hard but it was too strong. She looked up and shoved Harry into a wall finding his heart beat the also locate his pulses.
"That's it girl. Kill him." Voldemort muttered. Harry looked shocked.
"Hermione no! Remember? Remember Hagrid! Remember Hogwarts express! Remember Neville- remember? His toad? Remember how bossy you were? Remember Fluffy? The trap door! Second year- remember? The Chamber of secrets remember? 3rd year! Sirius! Buckbeack- Lupin! Oh remember Hermione?" Harry pleading. Hermione stopped wresting with him. Those things were so familiar. Suddenly everything wasn't fuzzy. Her mind registered. What was she doing with Harry? Why was she trying to kill him? Hermione looked shocked. Harry eased.
"You!" Hermione snapped. And she charged over to Voldemort.
"Lady Hermione! You surely don't know this man?" He asks Hermione calmly.
"More than you know Voldemort!" Snapped Hermione and suddenly she preformed the avada kadavra spell on Voldemort.
"Hermione you-you know that's um illegal." Harry said smiling. Hermione walked over to him and clutched him tight.
"Even though I'm the Hero, let's say you defeated. Him once again Harry Potter." Hermione grinned tapping his scar. Suddenly they heard baby laughter. Hermione and Harry laughed.
Hermione and Harry sat cuddled on the porch steps listening to the muggle radio. Suddenly N'Syncs- this I promise you came on. Harry sat up.
"Dance with me?" He said standing up and holding out his hand. Hermione laughed and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm glad you found me." Hermione sighed.
"Ha, Ha. Why?" Harry grinned.
"Because I wouldn't be able to dance with you again ever." Hermione said lifting up her black and red gown.
"I liked your new look." Harry grinned. Hermione shook her head with a smile on her face. "Keep that dress won't you?" He said, "Lady Hermione." Harry laughed.
~~The End~~
