..."It is done. You are my heir." And she fell unconscious to the floor.
"Miss Riddle....Miss Riddle? It's time to get up now Miss Riddle....Please, Miss Riddle, Master will be furious if you're not up...Jenny don't want to do this...Please don't make Jenny do this...Alright, if I must!" And the house-elf lifted a jug of water of the sleeping Hermione and poured it out on her.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when the ice-cold water touched her skin. She started to curse her awakener with words even she didn't know existed. The poor house-elf cowered next to her, apologizing profusely. After realizing who she was berating for waking her up, Hermione went into a spasm of apologies and scoldings of herself. This was no way to treat house-elves, what was this going to do to S.P.E.W.?
"I is sorry, Miss, but my Master is ordering you up, Miss. You've been asleep for days. Please, Miss Riddle." The house-elf named Jenny looked up at the soaked Hermione with chocolate brown eyes on the brink of tears, her big ears hanging down, giving her the appearance of a puppy dog begging. Hermione nodded and got out of bed, shivering from the cold. Jenny handed her a set of robes and drew up a nice warm bath for her. She got in the tub, the water was soothing to her, she didn't even fuss about another team of elves washing her body and hair. She felt like she was in a dream, yet on the brink of a nightmare. The next half hour was very fuzzy for Hermione, next thing she knew, she was being led down the stairs into the study. A shiver ran down her spine when she saw the cold faces of the Malfoy's and her grandfather.
"Ah, you're awake. You certainly did take longer than expected, but nonetheless, here you are, and looking ever so much my granddaughter." Voldemort gave her a smile, or at least and attempted smile, it was more like a demented grin. She nodded curtly and took a seat next to Lucius, she was then offered tea by a very young looking house-elf. Thankful for some refreshments she took it without question. Not even noticing the fact she didn't grimace at the sight of this blunt slave labour.
"How long was I asleep for?" She asked.
"A week. But don't worry about that now. It had to happen sooner or later, the spell of course, it just broke the barriers surround you, so as to let your true form show. And it's done a marvelous job. Wouldn't you say, Lucius?" She set down her tea cup when he nodded to Voldemort. What was going on?
"What do you mean? My true form?"
"So, then you haven't seen yourself?" Draco blurted out.
"I don't get up every morning and spend hours in front of the mirror admiring my face, unlike you, Malfoy." He glared at her, a look of hurt in his eyes, but she brushed it off.
"I would like to know what's going on here. Please, explain." She matched Voldemort's glint with her own and he smiled, a genuine smile.
"My, my. This will be easier than I thought. Who knew you were so much like me already? But, yes. I suggest you look at yourself in a mirror, you have drastically changed over the past week." A house-elf came forward, carrying a small hand mirror. She took it and gazed into it. A gasp escaped from her lips. In the mirror, looking back at her, was a young woman. A woman with shoulder-length black hair, pale skin, thin lips, pointed nose, yet her eyes were still the same, the same deep brown that had always been full of emotion. No longer was she bushy-haired, buck-teethed Hermione Granger the muggle-born Gryffindor know-it-all, she was graceful and beautiful Hermione Riddle, granddaughter and heir to the Dark Lord Voldemort.
"Oh my god. What the hell happened to me??!!" She dropped the mirror onto the Persian carpet with a thunk and stood up. "Someone had better tell me just what kind of sick joke this is! Or I'll-"
"When you're mother put you up for adoption, she placed protection and glamour charms on you to hide your true appearance from me. I have simply removed them, this is what you truly look like, my dear. The spell binding you as my heir did this all for you." His voice was low and commanding that even the house-elves were straining to hear him. A sudden respect bloomed for him in her, no longer was he a murdering bastard with a huge ego, he was a cunning and powerful force, her grandfather. She closed her mouth and sat back down. "Good. You learn quickly. Now, to proceed with the itinerary. We have only this summer to train you and prepare you to enter the world of the Dark Arts. And the world of the pureblood wizards. Right before term starts, Lucius is holding a ball for the elite members of our society. It will also be Draco's initiation ceremony as a Death Eater. I, unfortunately cannot be here to guide you every step of the way, so I am entrusting Lucius to do all means necessary to prepare you. I will check up on your progress every two weeks. You start tomorrow and the ball is August 31st. That gives you nine weeks. Do not disappoint me, Hermione, you don't want to see me angry. Good day." He then vanished with a pop.
Hermione sat there, gaping. All of this was just thrown on her and she was supposed to just accept? Why not? Asked a voice in her head. Because...she couldn't retort it. Not one thing could come into her head as to why she shouldn't go along with it. In fact, a part of her wanted it. And it was growing.
A/N: Hey!!! Chapter 4!!!! Hope you like it! Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys rock!!
"Miss Riddle....Miss Riddle? It's time to get up now Miss Riddle....Please, Miss Riddle, Master will be furious if you're not up...Jenny don't want to do this...Please don't make Jenny do this...Alright, if I must!" And the house-elf lifted a jug of water of the sleeping Hermione and poured it out on her.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when the ice-cold water touched her skin. She started to curse her awakener with words even she didn't know existed. The poor house-elf cowered next to her, apologizing profusely. After realizing who she was berating for waking her up, Hermione went into a spasm of apologies and scoldings of herself. This was no way to treat house-elves, what was this going to do to S.P.E.W.?
"I is sorry, Miss, but my Master is ordering you up, Miss. You've been asleep for days. Please, Miss Riddle." The house-elf named Jenny looked up at the soaked Hermione with chocolate brown eyes on the brink of tears, her big ears hanging down, giving her the appearance of a puppy dog begging. Hermione nodded and got out of bed, shivering from the cold. Jenny handed her a set of robes and drew up a nice warm bath for her. She got in the tub, the water was soothing to her, she didn't even fuss about another team of elves washing her body and hair. She felt like she was in a dream, yet on the brink of a nightmare. The next half hour was very fuzzy for Hermione, next thing she knew, she was being led down the stairs into the study. A shiver ran down her spine when she saw the cold faces of the Malfoy's and her grandfather.
"Ah, you're awake. You certainly did take longer than expected, but nonetheless, here you are, and looking ever so much my granddaughter." Voldemort gave her a smile, or at least and attempted smile, it was more like a demented grin. She nodded curtly and took a seat next to Lucius, she was then offered tea by a very young looking house-elf. Thankful for some refreshments she took it without question. Not even noticing the fact she didn't grimace at the sight of this blunt slave labour.
"How long was I asleep for?" She asked.
"A week. But don't worry about that now. It had to happen sooner or later, the spell of course, it just broke the barriers surround you, so as to let your true form show. And it's done a marvelous job. Wouldn't you say, Lucius?" She set down her tea cup when he nodded to Voldemort. What was going on?
"What do you mean? My true form?"
"So, then you haven't seen yourself?" Draco blurted out.
"I don't get up every morning and spend hours in front of the mirror admiring my face, unlike you, Malfoy." He glared at her, a look of hurt in his eyes, but she brushed it off.
"I would like to know what's going on here. Please, explain." She matched Voldemort's glint with her own and he smiled, a genuine smile.
"My, my. This will be easier than I thought. Who knew you were so much like me already? But, yes. I suggest you look at yourself in a mirror, you have drastically changed over the past week." A house-elf came forward, carrying a small hand mirror. She took it and gazed into it. A gasp escaped from her lips. In the mirror, looking back at her, was a young woman. A woman with shoulder-length black hair, pale skin, thin lips, pointed nose, yet her eyes were still the same, the same deep brown that had always been full of emotion. No longer was she bushy-haired, buck-teethed Hermione Granger the muggle-born Gryffindor know-it-all, she was graceful and beautiful Hermione Riddle, granddaughter and heir to the Dark Lord Voldemort.
"Oh my god. What the hell happened to me??!!" She dropped the mirror onto the Persian carpet with a thunk and stood up. "Someone had better tell me just what kind of sick joke this is! Or I'll-"
"When you're mother put you up for adoption, she placed protection and glamour charms on you to hide your true appearance from me. I have simply removed them, this is what you truly look like, my dear. The spell binding you as my heir did this all for you." His voice was low and commanding that even the house-elves were straining to hear him. A sudden respect bloomed for him in her, no longer was he a murdering bastard with a huge ego, he was a cunning and powerful force, her grandfather. She closed her mouth and sat back down. "Good. You learn quickly. Now, to proceed with the itinerary. We have only this summer to train you and prepare you to enter the world of the Dark Arts. And the world of the pureblood wizards. Right before term starts, Lucius is holding a ball for the elite members of our society. It will also be Draco's initiation ceremony as a Death Eater. I, unfortunately cannot be here to guide you every step of the way, so I am entrusting Lucius to do all means necessary to prepare you. I will check up on your progress every two weeks. You start tomorrow and the ball is August 31st. That gives you nine weeks. Do not disappoint me, Hermione, you don't want to see me angry. Good day." He then vanished with a pop.
Hermione sat there, gaping. All of this was just thrown on her and she was supposed to just accept? Why not? Asked a voice in her head. Because...she couldn't retort it. Not one thing could come into her head as to why she shouldn't go along with it. In fact, a part of her wanted it. And it was growing.
A/N: Hey!!! Chapter 4!!!! Hope you like it! Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys rock!!