QUICK NOTE BEFORE YOU START: Remember! In chapter 12, Voldemort returned to
his 18 year old Tom Riddle form, which I believe would have a much
different personality then the evil snake Voldemort. Just keep that in
mind.
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Hermione stared back at the sea of black masks leering at her.
"You honestly think I did it? Remember I was the one who brought him here." She crossed her arms.
Lucius pulled his mask off and stalked over to her. "Miss Granger are you aware of just how hard it is to break out of that room? The wards are not much shorter than Azkaban."
"Ron is a great wizard." She lied, slipping the mask off. "How do you suspect he and Harry always escape those situations they find themselves in?"
"Lucius, come now, let us give Hermione the benefit of the doubt." Voldemort said, his eighteen year old self strolling towards them. Hermione was still having a hard time believing that this young man, with his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, appearing to be so close to her age, was the same shapeless creature that she had first met last week.
He raised his hands to Hermione's head, she trembled a little. "Don't be afraid Hermione, I just want to peak into your thoughts." He smiled.
Hermione glanced sideways at Snape. He was supposedly the master of Occlumency, he had taught Harry so much last year. Suddenly a dull pain pounded through her head.
"Miss Granger, you need to focus." it was Snape's voice she heard inside. He must have sent her that message, fearing that she did indeed let Ron escape.
Tom Riddle's cold fingers touched onto her temples and she gasped. Voldemort closed his eyes and she tried to think of how happy she was that Voldemort accepted her, and the thrill she felt when she had taken Ginny's life.
Tom backed away from her and looked into her eyes. "She knows nothing." He declared and the other Death Eater's started murmuring around her. She heard Draco shuffle nervously by her side.
"My apologies, my lord, if you feel as if I've mislead you in some way." She lowered her gaze to focus on the Malfoy's marble floor. She felt his cold fingertips graze her cheek and she looked up.
"Of course not, we had to be certain, after all." Tom backed away and faced the Death Eater's again. "I'm sure Hermione will bring him back to us. No need for disappointment." He said cheerfully. "We have three Muggles here now!"
As he said this, the blindfold on the Muggle man slipped down and he looked up into Tom's face, he gnawed on the gag in his mouth as if trying t speak but only slurred noises came out. Voldemort looked down as if he were an insect and kicked him in the face, breaking his nose.
"Oh dear, now Ill have to have the house elves polish the marble again.." Lucius winced.
"Loyal brethren!" Voldemort announced, "Let us celebrate. This is Hermione's first Muggle Party. Let us show her what being a Death Eater is all about." He reached down and grabbed the blonde hair of the youngest girl, jerking her up roughly.
The Death Eaters around her placed their masks back on, and raised their wands, Hermione followed suit and took a deep breath. Voldemort pulled the girl up and placed his own mask on, which was also black, but with a red outline. He ripped her blindfold off showing her face.
"Ungag her." Bellatrix crooned. "I like to hear them scream."
Tom Riddle smiled and tore the fabric from her mouth.
"Please! No. Don't hurt me! Ill do anything."
"Yes you'll do anything." Lucius said slyly. "I think we've all heard that before. Cant you filthy Muggles come up with anything better?"
"P-p-please. Please don't kill me."
"Don't be foolish, girl. We aren't going to kill you. Not yet anyway." Snape stepped forward with his wand pointed at her.
Hermione seemed a bit surprised at his action, she would have always thought him to be more of a follower, not actually going for the Muggles. This was definitely exciting. She decided it would be best if she were to go along.
She stepped forward and jabbed her wand into the girl's trembling neck. "Tell us, Muggle, what scares you?"
"Y-y-you." She cried.
Voldemort laughed and the other Death Eater's chimed in.
"No, you bloody little fool." Hermione leaned in and whispered to the Muggle girl. "What really scares you?"
"The d-d-dark." She whimpered.
"Aduccere Caligo." Hermione said loudly, pointing her wand in the air. Suddenly the room went black, and she felt the Death Eater's around her shifting uncomfortably.
"Fulgere Masks!" she heard Draco cast behind her. The room was suddenly lit dimly by glowing red Death Eater's masks, which appeared to just float around. Even Hermione felt the scene was creepy.
"Excellent." Voldemort applauded.
The Muggle girl started to cry harder, obviously terrified. Hermione took a few steps back to her place in the circle.
"Crucio!" Snape's voice boomed through the darkness. A sharp red light splashed across the Muggle girl and she let out a howl of pain. She fell to the floor sobbing, her hands still tied behind her back.
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!" a chorus of curses rang out from the circle, all shattering their cold red light on the girl who was laying on the floor. Hermione couldn't even remember hearing such a pitiful sound. It made her sick. Not the kind of sick of pity for the Muggle, the kind of loathing, how could she humiliate herself like that. Hermione knew if she was in that position surely she wouldn't have given in.
Sometime later, the torches in the Malfoy's library were burning again, and three Muggle's lay lifelessly on the floor.
Hermione tore her mask off and sank onto the sofa between Draco and Severus. Draco was thumping his wand against his leg and Snape was leaning back, one ankle crossed over his knee and his arm outstretched across the back of the couch. Hermione leaned her head back, resting it on his arm.
"Was it good for you too, Mudblood?" Draco smiled looking at her.
"Oh my yes. Someone fetch me a cigarette." she retorted sarcastically.
"Well then," Lucius smiled brightly. "While Bellatrix disposes of those filthy corpses, why don't we head to the parlor for drinks?"
The three got up from the sofa, and followed Lucius through the double wooden doors to his parlor. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Bella transfiguring the bodies into what appeared to be rolls of parchment.
"They'll burn the parchment later, you know. That was my idea. Quite clever if I do say so myself." Peter walked by her side. He was at least three inches shorter then she and she had to look down to speak with him.
She looked at him with revulsion, he truly did look like a rat. "Yes, clever." She said dryly and caught up to Professor Snape in the parlor.
Sitting by his side, slowly all of the Death Eaters took their places on the sofas and chairs in front of the fireplace.
"Drinks?" Lucius smiled. "Ellie!" he barked. A house elf apparated in front of him. She wore a torn blue pillowcase.
"Y-y-yes Master Malfoy?" she squeaked.
"Bring the guests drinks! Now!" he said coldly. She shook and disapparated with a snap.
Voldemort stood up on the fireplace, smiling, the blazing flames behind him. "I trust you all had a good time?" he said, an evil grin on his face. " I would like to commend Miss Hermione Granger right now, for what she did to that Muggle girl."
The Death Eaters all chattered happily.
"I have not seen work that creative in quite awhile, it would do you all good to take some lessons from her, for she truly does have the heart of one of my servants." Voldemort continued. "And I surely hope that all doubt has been cleared from your minds that she would have let Weasley go."
Ellie the House Elf came back to the parlor, carrying a tray of clinking glasses and a bottle of firewhiskey. She placed the tray on the coffee table and scurried out of the room.
"Well then," Lucius fixed his wand on the glasses and in a puff of smoke they were filled with the flaming orange liquid. "To Hermione Granger!"
Each Death Eater picked up a glass and raised it. Hermione couldn't help but feel flattered and suddenly, very welcome amongst this group.
"So, who's up for World Domination?" Voldemort grinned, his eyes sparkling.
The Death Eaters looked at him blankly.
"So I'm not allowed to be funny?" he stared back defensively.
Lucius let out a polite laugh followed by others. Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"I feel like --- going out." Tom said longingly. "It has been so long."
"Perhaps to a restaurant tomorrow evening?" Hermione offered, breaking the silence. It was clear the Death Eaters had never known Lord Voldemort to behave like a human again.
"Yes --- a restaurant."
"It is quite nice having the Ministry working with us." Lucius sipped his drink. "Being able to go out in public with out fear of being thrown back in Azkaban. Eating at fine restaurants.."
"Speaking of restaurants, how do you suppose that Remus Lupin and the Weasleys, no less, were able to afford dinner at La Maison en Magique?" Draco sneered.
"Probably paid for by Dumbledore, pathetic charity cases." Lucius said snobbily.
"Or the Order." Hermione sipped her drink casually. Snape jabbed an elbow into her side as she realized what she said.
"Order? What order?"
Oh well no turning back now.
"The Order of The Phoenix. It's a code name for the resistance against the dark lord."
"Really? A resistance against me?" Voldemort said quietly, thinking.
"I had heard of such a thing back in the old days." Lucius looked down at his glass. "Of course it was never proven. Aurors were always our biggest fear."
"Granger how would you like some double agent work?" Voldemort focused on her, brushing his black hair back.
"Yes, sure." She was willing to do anything. In the past week she had gone from joining the Death Eaters because she was afraid of opposing them to feeling like this was her family. The Death Eaters were like her brothers and sisters. People she could turn to when she needed to. And now it had come to she would do anything for them.
"I want you to go undercover for me. Tell me exactly what this Order is up to." Voldemort instructed. "And get me a list of names."
Yes, Lord Voldemort." She smiled and took a long sip of her firewhiskey.
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So that's chapter 13. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Please let me know.
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Hermione stared back at the sea of black masks leering at her.
"You honestly think I did it? Remember I was the one who brought him here." She crossed her arms.
Lucius pulled his mask off and stalked over to her. "Miss Granger are you aware of just how hard it is to break out of that room? The wards are not much shorter than Azkaban."
"Ron is a great wizard." She lied, slipping the mask off. "How do you suspect he and Harry always escape those situations they find themselves in?"
"Lucius, come now, let us give Hermione the benefit of the doubt." Voldemort said, his eighteen year old self strolling towards them. Hermione was still having a hard time believing that this young man, with his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, appearing to be so close to her age, was the same shapeless creature that she had first met last week.
He raised his hands to Hermione's head, she trembled a little. "Don't be afraid Hermione, I just want to peak into your thoughts." He smiled.
Hermione glanced sideways at Snape. He was supposedly the master of Occlumency, he had taught Harry so much last year. Suddenly a dull pain pounded through her head.
"Miss Granger, you need to focus." it was Snape's voice she heard inside. He must have sent her that message, fearing that she did indeed let Ron escape.
Tom Riddle's cold fingers touched onto her temples and she gasped. Voldemort closed his eyes and she tried to think of how happy she was that Voldemort accepted her, and the thrill she felt when she had taken Ginny's life.
Tom backed away from her and looked into her eyes. "She knows nothing." He declared and the other Death Eater's started murmuring around her. She heard Draco shuffle nervously by her side.
"My apologies, my lord, if you feel as if I've mislead you in some way." She lowered her gaze to focus on the Malfoy's marble floor. She felt his cold fingertips graze her cheek and she looked up.
"Of course not, we had to be certain, after all." Tom backed away and faced the Death Eater's again. "I'm sure Hermione will bring him back to us. No need for disappointment." He said cheerfully. "We have three Muggles here now!"
As he said this, the blindfold on the Muggle man slipped down and he looked up into Tom's face, he gnawed on the gag in his mouth as if trying t speak but only slurred noises came out. Voldemort looked down as if he were an insect and kicked him in the face, breaking his nose.
"Oh dear, now Ill have to have the house elves polish the marble again.." Lucius winced.
"Loyal brethren!" Voldemort announced, "Let us celebrate. This is Hermione's first Muggle Party. Let us show her what being a Death Eater is all about." He reached down and grabbed the blonde hair of the youngest girl, jerking her up roughly.
The Death Eaters around her placed their masks back on, and raised their wands, Hermione followed suit and took a deep breath. Voldemort pulled the girl up and placed his own mask on, which was also black, but with a red outline. He ripped her blindfold off showing her face.
"Ungag her." Bellatrix crooned. "I like to hear them scream."
Tom Riddle smiled and tore the fabric from her mouth.
"Please! No. Don't hurt me! Ill do anything."
"Yes you'll do anything." Lucius said slyly. "I think we've all heard that before. Cant you filthy Muggles come up with anything better?"
"P-p-please. Please don't kill me."
"Don't be foolish, girl. We aren't going to kill you. Not yet anyway." Snape stepped forward with his wand pointed at her.
Hermione seemed a bit surprised at his action, she would have always thought him to be more of a follower, not actually going for the Muggles. This was definitely exciting. She decided it would be best if she were to go along.
She stepped forward and jabbed her wand into the girl's trembling neck. "Tell us, Muggle, what scares you?"
"Y-y-you." She cried.
Voldemort laughed and the other Death Eater's chimed in.
"No, you bloody little fool." Hermione leaned in and whispered to the Muggle girl. "What really scares you?"
"The d-d-dark." She whimpered.
"Aduccere Caligo." Hermione said loudly, pointing her wand in the air. Suddenly the room went black, and she felt the Death Eater's around her shifting uncomfortably.
"Fulgere Masks!" she heard Draco cast behind her. The room was suddenly lit dimly by glowing red Death Eater's masks, which appeared to just float around. Even Hermione felt the scene was creepy.
"Excellent." Voldemort applauded.
The Muggle girl started to cry harder, obviously terrified. Hermione took a few steps back to her place in the circle.
"Crucio!" Snape's voice boomed through the darkness. A sharp red light splashed across the Muggle girl and she let out a howl of pain. She fell to the floor sobbing, her hands still tied behind her back.
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!" a chorus of curses rang out from the circle, all shattering their cold red light on the girl who was laying on the floor. Hermione couldn't even remember hearing such a pitiful sound. It made her sick. Not the kind of sick of pity for the Muggle, the kind of loathing, how could she humiliate herself like that. Hermione knew if she was in that position surely she wouldn't have given in.
Sometime later, the torches in the Malfoy's library were burning again, and three Muggle's lay lifelessly on the floor.
Hermione tore her mask off and sank onto the sofa between Draco and Severus. Draco was thumping his wand against his leg and Snape was leaning back, one ankle crossed over his knee and his arm outstretched across the back of the couch. Hermione leaned her head back, resting it on his arm.
"Was it good for you too, Mudblood?" Draco smiled looking at her.
"Oh my yes. Someone fetch me a cigarette." she retorted sarcastically.
"Well then," Lucius smiled brightly. "While Bellatrix disposes of those filthy corpses, why don't we head to the parlor for drinks?"
The three got up from the sofa, and followed Lucius through the double wooden doors to his parlor. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Bella transfiguring the bodies into what appeared to be rolls of parchment.
"They'll burn the parchment later, you know. That was my idea. Quite clever if I do say so myself." Peter walked by her side. He was at least three inches shorter then she and she had to look down to speak with him.
She looked at him with revulsion, he truly did look like a rat. "Yes, clever." She said dryly and caught up to Professor Snape in the parlor.
Sitting by his side, slowly all of the Death Eaters took their places on the sofas and chairs in front of the fireplace.
"Drinks?" Lucius smiled. "Ellie!" he barked. A house elf apparated in front of him. She wore a torn blue pillowcase.
"Y-y-yes Master Malfoy?" she squeaked.
"Bring the guests drinks! Now!" he said coldly. She shook and disapparated with a snap.
Voldemort stood up on the fireplace, smiling, the blazing flames behind him. "I trust you all had a good time?" he said, an evil grin on his face. " I would like to commend Miss Hermione Granger right now, for what she did to that Muggle girl."
The Death Eaters all chattered happily.
"I have not seen work that creative in quite awhile, it would do you all good to take some lessons from her, for she truly does have the heart of one of my servants." Voldemort continued. "And I surely hope that all doubt has been cleared from your minds that she would have let Weasley go."
Ellie the House Elf came back to the parlor, carrying a tray of clinking glasses and a bottle of firewhiskey. She placed the tray on the coffee table and scurried out of the room.
"Well then," Lucius fixed his wand on the glasses and in a puff of smoke they were filled with the flaming orange liquid. "To Hermione Granger!"
Each Death Eater picked up a glass and raised it. Hermione couldn't help but feel flattered and suddenly, very welcome amongst this group.
"So, who's up for World Domination?" Voldemort grinned, his eyes sparkling.
The Death Eaters looked at him blankly.
"So I'm not allowed to be funny?" he stared back defensively.
Lucius let out a polite laugh followed by others. Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"I feel like --- going out." Tom said longingly. "It has been so long."
"Perhaps to a restaurant tomorrow evening?" Hermione offered, breaking the silence. It was clear the Death Eaters had never known Lord Voldemort to behave like a human again.
"Yes --- a restaurant."
"It is quite nice having the Ministry working with us." Lucius sipped his drink. "Being able to go out in public with out fear of being thrown back in Azkaban. Eating at fine restaurants.."
"Speaking of restaurants, how do you suppose that Remus Lupin and the Weasleys, no less, were able to afford dinner at La Maison en Magique?" Draco sneered.
"Probably paid for by Dumbledore, pathetic charity cases." Lucius said snobbily.
"Or the Order." Hermione sipped her drink casually. Snape jabbed an elbow into her side as she realized what she said.
"Order? What order?"
Oh well no turning back now.
"The Order of The Phoenix. It's a code name for the resistance against the dark lord."
"Really? A resistance against me?" Voldemort said quietly, thinking.
"I had heard of such a thing back in the old days." Lucius looked down at his glass. "Of course it was never proven. Aurors were always our biggest fear."
"Granger how would you like some double agent work?" Voldemort focused on her, brushing his black hair back.
"Yes, sure." She was willing to do anything. In the past week she had gone from joining the Death Eaters because she was afraid of opposing them to feeling like this was her family. The Death Eaters were like her brothers and sisters. People she could turn to when she needed to. And now it had come to she would do anything for them.
"I want you to go undercover for me. Tell me exactly what this Order is up to." Voldemort instructed. "And get me a list of names."
Yes, Lord Voldemort." She smiled and took a long sip of her firewhiskey.
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So that's chapter 13. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Please let me know.