Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to J.K. Rowling's lovely work
A/N Alright, I've finally had time to update, but as I was going back and rereading all of my chapters, I realized I wasn't satisfied with them at all, so I've gone through a revised all of them. It would be best for anyone whose already read the old chapters to reread them or you will be terribly confused. There have been some changes to the character's personalities and a few scenes. I hope you like them more now! All comments are welcome.
Hermione opened her eyes and found herself staring up at a stone ceiling. Sitting up she rubbed her eyes and squinted in the darkness. Wrapping her arms around her body, Hermione pulled herself into a corner. Her right hand dropped to her left waist. Her wand was gone. Not that she really expected it to be there… She gasped as she leaned her head against the wall. Reaching up to the back of head, she felt something sticky.
"I see you've awakened. Very good." The voice sent a chill down Hermione's spine.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"What do you remember?"
"I was patrolling the halls, as part of my Head Girl duties, and now I'm here."
"Yes, I'm afraid we had to use a bit of force to get you here. Couldn't risk you screaming now could we?"
"Fool!" Hermione heard the sickening crack of metal against skull. "She's bleeding," she heard the man hiss. "I specifically said no harm was to come to her, did I not?"
"Yes my Lord. I was afraid of her screaming, and I thoughts she's nothing more than a Mudblood so" Crack! Hermione heard a body slump to the floor. She was sure he wouldn't get back up….Her head snapped up as she heard the second mystery man murmur something. She didn't feel very well about this new person. Not that she felt well at all, but there was something that made her worry more about him than anything.
The prison door swung open, and Hermione found herself staring into the eyes of none other than Voldemort himself. The red slits seemed to penetrate her very soul. As hard as she tried to contain herself, Hermione screamed. She thought she was going to scream forever. Her lungs were on fire, but the burning in her throat stopped when she ran out of air. Voldemort watched her for a moment longer, then he did what she thought was laugh If it was a laugh, it wasn't one she wished to hear again… It was cold and cruel. It was inhuman.
"Come my dear. We're going to get you cleaned up, and get you to a proper living quarter. Tomorrow morning we're going to have a long talk. There is much for us to discuss." Hermione could only sit and stare. It wasn't possible for all this to be happening. "I'm not going to harm you. Now come. I'm not a patient man." The harshness of his last words pulled her from her daze. She stood, only to find herself stumbling. Feeling the cold hand wrap around her upper arm, she looked up to met the gaze of the Dark Lord. He was quite strong considering how weak his body looked. He stepped back a bit and examined her head. "Looks as though you have lost a bit of blood. Come now, let's get you out of this filthy place."
"Why are you being so… well, so nice to me?" She tried fight the urge to use him for support as they walked along, but her body, in its weak state, refused to listen to her mind. Looking down, she saw a pool of blood forming around the other man's head as they passed by his corpse.
"As I said, we will discuss this later. You need to save your energy for now. No more questions." His last sentence was said with such force that Hermione shuddered. "Pay no mind to him. He's been nothing but a bother for the past week. It was time I was rid of him." She allowed him to lead her up a winding staircase without protest. She hadn't the strength to protest. After an eternity, the staircase gave way to a grand hallway. As dimly lit as it was, Hermione could only see the dark, cold, stone walls, and a few twisted shadows upon them. The click of her shoes told her the floor was made of the same stone, and there was no need for her to see the ceiling to know it was the same. They stopped outside a large wooden door.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"I thought I said no more questions?" he replied harshly.
"I'm sorry."
"Do not apologize. It says you've made a mistake, and mistakes are a weakness. Weakness is not permitted in my presence." He pushed open the door. The next thing Hermione knew she was lying on what had to have been a cloud, and the softest blankets were wrapped around her. She listened softly as he whispered, his quiet hisses seemed to grow farther and farther away. Her head no longer hurt. She heard, "Rest now my daughter, tomorrow will be a tiring day," before she slipped into complete unconsciousness.
A/N Alright, I've finally had time to update, but as I was going back and rereading all of my chapters, I realized I wasn't satisfied with them at all, so I've gone through a revised all of them. It would be best for anyone whose already read the old chapters to reread them or you will be terribly confused. There have been some changes to the character's personalities and a few scenes. I hope you like them more now! All comments are welcome.
Hermione opened her eyes and found herself staring up at a stone ceiling. Sitting up she rubbed her eyes and squinted in the darkness. Wrapping her arms around her body, Hermione pulled herself into a corner. Her right hand dropped to her left waist. Her wand was gone. Not that she really expected it to be there… She gasped as she leaned her head against the wall. Reaching up to the back of head, she felt something sticky.
"I see you've awakened. Very good." The voice sent a chill down Hermione's spine.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"What do you remember?"
"I was patrolling the halls, as part of my Head Girl duties, and now I'm here."
"Yes, I'm afraid we had to use a bit of force to get you here. Couldn't risk you screaming now could we?"
"Fool!" Hermione heard the sickening crack of metal against skull. "She's bleeding," she heard the man hiss. "I specifically said no harm was to come to her, did I not?"
"Yes my Lord. I was afraid of her screaming, and I thoughts she's nothing more than a Mudblood so" Crack! Hermione heard a body slump to the floor. She was sure he wouldn't get back up….Her head snapped up as she heard the second mystery man murmur something. She didn't feel very well about this new person. Not that she felt well at all, but there was something that made her worry more about him than anything.
The prison door swung open, and Hermione found herself staring into the eyes of none other than Voldemort himself. The red slits seemed to penetrate her very soul. As hard as she tried to contain herself, Hermione screamed. She thought she was going to scream forever. Her lungs were on fire, but the burning in her throat stopped when she ran out of air. Voldemort watched her for a moment longer, then he did what she thought was laugh If it was a laugh, it wasn't one she wished to hear again… It was cold and cruel. It was inhuman.
"Come my dear. We're going to get you cleaned up, and get you to a proper living quarter. Tomorrow morning we're going to have a long talk. There is much for us to discuss." Hermione could only sit and stare. It wasn't possible for all this to be happening. "I'm not going to harm you. Now come. I'm not a patient man." The harshness of his last words pulled her from her daze. She stood, only to find herself stumbling. Feeling the cold hand wrap around her upper arm, she looked up to met the gaze of the Dark Lord. He was quite strong considering how weak his body looked. He stepped back a bit and examined her head. "Looks as though you have lost a bit of blood. Come now, let's get you out of this filthy place."
"Why are you being so… well, so nice to me?" She tried fight the urge to use him for support as they walked along, but her body, in its weak state, refused to listen to her mind. Looking down, she saw a pool of blood forming around the other man's head as they passed by his corpse.
"As I said, we will discuss this later. You need to save your energy for now. No more questions." His last sentence was said with such force that Hermione shuddered. "Pay no mind to him. He's been nothing but a bother for the past week. It was time I was rid of him." She allowed him to lead her up a winding staircase without protest. She hadn't the strength to protest. After an eternity, the staircase gave way to a grand hallway. As dimly lit as it was, Hermione could only see the dark, cold, stone walls, and a few twisted shadows upon them. The click of her shoes told her the floor was made of the same stone, and there was no need for her to see the ceiling to know it was the same. They stopped outside a large wooden door.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"I thought I said no more questions?" he replied harshly.
"I'm sorry."
"Do not apologize. It says you've made a mistake, and mistakes are a weakness. Weakness is not permitted in my presence." He pushed open the door. The next thing Hermione knew she was lying on what had to have been a cloud, and the softest blankets were wrapped around her. She listened softly as he whispered, his quiet hisses seemed to grow farther and farther away. Her head no longer hurt. She heard, "Rest now my daughter, tomorrow will be a tiring day," before she slipped into complete unconsciousness.