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Voldemort's Pet By DJay
Chapter 2 What happened to Hermione?
This chapter will be in 3rd person then switch to Hermione's POV and the next chapter will continue from where the first left off.
Hermione walked behind her Master, as he went about his rounds. This month he was on guard duty. She was quite thankful for her master actually. He treated her well. Not crossing the master/pet boundaries of course, however she knew if any other of the Death Eaters had been made her Master she would have been treated half as well.
She shuddered at the screams coming from ahead and the stopped with a start. 'Oh, Harry.' Pity flooded her as she realized it was her old friend letting out those screams and the gratitude she had toward her Master doubled, even if he was their old school rival Draco Malfoy. He had the chance, the choice to take out any old feelings and resentment on her, but he didn't. She scurried after her Master, wincing as she found them going closer to the origin of the screams.
She mechanically followed her Master, her thought drawn back to her capture and her subsequent discovery of Harry.
* * *
She had been on a scouting mission for the Order when she had been stupidified. Hermione had been revived in the presence of the Dark Lord and braced herself for death. To her surprise she was claimed by Draco Malfoy as a Pet and the next few days she was instructed in her duties. They did include sex but Draco was almost kind about it and after a few stories from other slaves {Pets & former Pets} she discovered what an easygoing and pleasant Master Draco actually was.
It was in the first few days after her instructions were completed, and she was allowed to leave his sight for the first time, to get him breakfast, when Hermione saw Harry. She was shocked at how skinny he was and how different he looked. His hair had grown out and was tried back with a piece of string, his glasses were missing and he was unconscious at the time from the obvious torture marks left on his body. Hermione stood and stared after him, and then she noticed to her surprise that Lucius Malfoy who was dragging him along.
* * *
I was brought back to the present at the end to the screams ahead. I was glad for Harry that his torture had ended when a hissed crucio and the subsequent screams echoed from the door ahead. The door opened and Lord Voldemort stepped out. Draco bowed deeply and I fell to my face as I had been before instructed. Voldemort looked at us ponderingly and he after half a minute he spoke. "Make sure he is taken to his cell and he eats and sleeps before our session tonight." He turned away and added, "You're to make sure he gets here by 8pm." Then he stalked away. Draco told me to get up and follow him into the room and after staring at the door in dread, I hurried in after him.
He was lying on the bed sprawled where he had fallen after the last spell. Draco ordered me forward to help him up and back into his clothes and as I brushed past Draco, I saw he to pitied Harry somewhat. I lifted Harry up with surprising little effort and I sighed his name in sorry at how skinny and defeated he looked. I helped him get dressed and I supported him as he stumbled toward the door. My Master led the way out and down the hall towards Harry's cell. Draco stopped and conferred with the guard as I held an indifferent Harry. We were then ordered forward and I noted in passing that it was one of the Goyles, with the hood I couldn't tell whether it was Goyle senior or junior.
After Harry was put on his bed I went to the kitchen by Draco's order for some food for Harry. When I arrived, the kitchen slaves hurried about to prepare a nourishing meal small enough and filling enough he could quickly consume and would supply all his nutrition and he wasn't as likely to throw up during torture. All the slaves in the castle pitied Harry, for his constant torture and proximity to the Dark Lord and did all possible to make his life a little easier.
As I hurried out of the kitchen with Harry's food, I shuddered at the thought of Harry's upcoming session with Lord Voldemort and I prayed to whoever was out there to make Harry's session as short and painless as possible for his sake.
There you go. There's chapter 2, please Read & Review and feel free to add any suggestions to improve my writing still or as to where this fic might go.
See Ya.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter's all mine MWHAHAHAHA... Not
Voldemort's Pet By DJay
Chapter 2 What happened to Hermione?
This chapter will be in 3rd person then switch to Hermione's POV and the next chapter will continue from where the first left off.
Hermione walked behind her Master, as he went about his rounds. This month he was on guard duty. She was quite thankful for her master actually. He treated her well. Not crossing the master/pet boundaries of course, however she knew if any other of the Death Eaters had been made her Master she would have been treated half as well.
She shuddered at the screams coming from ahead and the stopped with a start. 'Oh, Harry.' Pity flooded her as she realized it was her old friend letting out those screams and the gratitude she had toward her Master doubled, even if he was their old school rival Draco Malfoy. He had the chance, the choice to take out any old feelings and resentment on her, but he didn't. She scurried after her Master, wincing as she found them going closer to the origin of the screams.
She mechanically followed her Master, her thought drawn back to her capture and her subsequent discovery of Harry.
* * *
She had been on a scouting mission for the Order when she had been stupidified. Hermione had been revived in the presence of the Dark Lord and braced herself for death. To her surprise she was claimed by Draco Malfoy as a Pet and the next few days she was instructed in her duties. They did include sex but Draco was almost kind about it and after a few stories from other slaves {Pets & former Pets} she discovered what an easygoing and pleasant Master Draco actually was.
It was in the first few days after her instructions were completed, and she was allowed to leave his sight for the first time, to get him breakfast, when Hermione saw Harry. She was shocked at how skinny he was and how different he looked. His hair had grown out and was tried back with a piece of string, his glasses were missing and he was unconscious at the time from the obvious torture marks left on his body. Hermione stood and stared after him, and then she noticed to her surprise that Lucius Malfoy who was dragging him along.
* * *
I was brought back to the present at the end to the screams ahead. I was glad for Harry that his torture had ended when a hissed crucio and the subsequent screams echoed from the door ahead. The door opened and Lord Voldemort stepped out. Draco bowed deeply and I fell to my face as I had been before instructed. Voldemort looked at us ponderingly and he after half a minute he spoke. "Make sure he is taken to his cell and he eats and sleeps before our session tonight." He turned away and added, "You're to make sure he gets here by 8pm." Then he stalked away. Draco told me to get up and follow him into the room and after staring at the door in dread, I hurried in after him.
He was lying on the bed sprawled where he had fallen after the last spell. Draco ordered me forward to help him up and back into his clothes and as I brushed past Draco, I saw he to pitied Harry somewhat. I lifted Harry up with surprising little effort and I sighed his name in sorry at how skinny and defeated he looked. I helped him get dressed and I supported him as he stumbled toward the door. My Master led the way out and down the hall towards Harry's cell. Draco stopped and conferred with the guard as I held an indifferent Harry. We were then ordered forward and I noted in passing that it was one of the Goyles, with the hood I couldn't tell whether it was Goyle senior or junior.
After Harry was put on his bed I went to the kitchen by Draco's order for some food for Harry. When I arrived, the kitchen slaves hurried about to prepare a nourishing meal small enough and filling enough he could quickly consume and would supply all his nutrition and he wasn't as likely to throw up during torture. All the slaves in the castle pitied Harry, for his constant torture and proximity to the Dark Lord and did all possible to make his life a little easier.
As I hurried out of the kitchen with Harry's food, I shuddered at the thought of Harry's upcoming session with Lord Voldemort and I prayed to whoever was out there to make Harry's session as short and painless as possible for his sake.
There you go. There's chapter 2, please Read & Review and feel free to add any suggestions to improve my writing still or as to where this fic might go.
See Ya.