My Internets has been off so that's why I haven't updated for a long time.
Warning: Do not read this chapter if you have a weak stomach.
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It was seven years into her sentence and she'd refrained from hanging herself in depression. Even though Parvati was there, she wasn't always a talkable person since she was normally unconscious when Hermione was awake. She was beginning to be afraid of what was going to happen to her when she got out. Being a murderer and no longer a friend of the famous git Harry Potter. Unfortunately she found that Malfoy was getting out the day she was.
One night she woke up after hearing a shrieking noise from Parvati's cell. Looking through the window she saw a gory sight. Parvati was sat on her bed and a knife was on her bed, blood dripping slowly onto the covers. As she turned to another angle she stepped away and vomited down the wall. Parvati was laid on her bed and she throat was wide open with blood rushing from it.
Hermione couldn't remember anything then because she had fainted and almost choked on her own vomit. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was her cell door opening and silvery blue eyes. Hermione found herself a few days later in a pool of vomit. As she sat up the sick slipped down her top. As she looked around the room she found that she was no longer in Askaban but in a bedroom, on the floor. She slowly stood up only to be hit with another wave of nausea. She couldn't stop herself so she vomited on the floor.
As her eyesight came back, she was in a room with a queen-sized bed. It had dark green silk pillows and lining and the covers was a silky black. The walls were black and the floor was wood. She found a large ebony wardrobe by the bed and opened it. Inside was a vast amount of clothes. She ran though them and noticed that they were her own from her house. Taking out a pair of jeans, a blue polo neck and fresh underwear she changed. She opened the door that stood infront of her bed and found herself in a hallway.
Venturing down the hallway she heard someone talking so she hid behind a statue. Peeking out she saw two heavily cloaked men walking past. They were talking in a whisper so she could barely pick out what they were saying but she heard words like 'Potter' and 'Granger killed Weasley' Instantly she knew that they were talking about her. When they'd pasted she slipped out from the statue and looked at it. On a plaque it read
Adonis Malfoy
1223-1390
She then realised where she was. She was in the Malfoy Manor. She realised that she had to get out of there quickly before they found that she wasn't in her room.
She quickly ran down the hall but ran into a strong body. The force of the impact had sent them both to the floor. She hesitated for a moment before getting back up and trying to run away, but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. She tried to pull away but he lifted her up. She struggled furiously and tried to kick him but he managed to dodge them. Finally she gave up and let him take her. He carried her down the hall. She didn't know who it was because he still kept his hood on never mind how many times she'd tried to pull it down.
Finally they came to a door that looked like the one back at Hogwarts that went into the great hall but it was black and there were stone carvings of death surrounding it. He dropped her down and opened the massive doors.
She gasped as she entered. The walls of the room had more carvings but the ceiling. It was almost more amazing then in Hogwarts. It was painted with beauty and even though it was more pictures of death and hell and stuff like that, to her it meant something deep inside.
In the middle of the room was a long ebony table. Behind her the doors closed and the man she'd come with stood next to her. Out of the darkness a voice came,
"Please Granger why don't you sit down."
Hermione suddenly became frightened. More frightened then she'd been with Harry when she was younger or when she'd been in Askaban. She looked at the cloaked figure next to her, whom nodded and pulled out a chair at the end. She sat down slowly and waited for the voice again.
"Draco, will you leave the room I have matters to speak with Granger about." Hermione looked at the figure with wide eyes, who nodded and left locking the doors behind them.
A clapping noise could be heard from the other side of the room and what seemed like thousands of candles light up. At the other end of the room she could just make out the snake-like face of Voldemort.
A sudden shiver ran down her back at that moment and she tried very hard not to look at his face.
"Lord Voldemort, what do you want of me?" She asked, trying hard to disguise the fright in her voice which failed.
He didn't answer for a moment before answering,
"I wish you to join me to defeat Potter and the old fool Dumbledore."
Hermione was shocked.
"But Lord Voldemort. I'm a muggle born. Surely you don't want me with you."
A silence was kept for a moment before he answered.
"I have my reasons. I also know things you'd never think of. What is your answer?"
Hermione was frozen. What could she do? She'd always been a follower of good and never ever thought of going over to the dark side.
"For what reasons should I join you?" She finally asked.
Another silence came then,
"We'd value your intellect and you can be discreet, since we learned of you poisoning that stupid Weasley."
Hermione sat still before answering,
"Yes. I will join you."
Warning: Do not read this chapter if you have a weak stomach.
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It was seven years into her sentence and she'd refrained from hanging herself in depression. Even though Parvati was there, she wasn't always a talkable person since she was normally unconscious when Hermione was awake. She was beginning to be afraid of what was going to happen to her when she got out. Being a murderer and no longer a friend of the famous git Harry Potter. Unfortunately she found that Malfoy was getting out the day she was.
One night she woke up after hearing a shrieking noise from Parvati's cell. Looking through the window she saw a gory sight. Parvati was sat on her bed and a knife was on her bed, blood dripping slowly onto the covers. As she turned to another angle she stepped away and vomited down the wall. Parvati was laid on her bed and she throat was wide open with blood rushing from it.
Hermione couldn't remember anything then because she had fainted and almost choked on her own vomit. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was her cell door opening and silvery blue eyes. Hermione found herself a few days later in a pool of vomit. As she sat up the sick slipped down her top. As she looked around the room she found that she was no longer in Askaban but in a bedroom, on the floor. She slowly stood up only to be hit with another wave of nausea. She couldn't stop herself so she vomited on the floor.
As her eyesight came back, she was in a room with a queen-sized bed. It had dark green silk pillows and lining and the covers was a silky black. The walls were black and the floor was wood. She found a large ebony wardrobe by the bed and opened it. Inside was a vast amount of clothes. She ran though them and noticed that they were her own from her house. Taking out a pair of jeans, a blue polo neck and fresh underwear she changed. She opened the door that stood infront of her bed and found herself in a hallway.
Venturing down the hallway she heard someone talking so she hid behind a statue. Peeking out she saw two heavily cloaked men walking past. They were talking in a whisper so she could barely pick out what they were saying but she heard words like 'Potter' and 'Granger killed Weasley' Instantly she knew that they were talking about her. When they'd pasted she slipped out from the statue and looked at it. On a plaque it read
Adonis Malfoy
1223-1390
She then realised where she was. She was in the Malfoy Manor. She realised that she had to get out of there quickly before they found that she wasn't in her room.
She quickly ran down the hall but ran into a strong body. The force of the impact had sent them both to the floor. She hesitated for a moment before getting back up and trying to run away, but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. She tried to pull away but he lifted her up. She struggled furiously and tried to kick him but he managed to dodge them. Finally she gave up and let him take her. He carried her down the hall. She didn't know who it was because he still kept his hood on never mind how many times she'd tried to pull it down.
Finally they came to a door that looked like the one back at Hogwarts that went into the great hall but it was black and there were stone carvings of death surrounding it. He dropped her down and opened the massive doors.
She gasped as she entered. The walls of the room had more carvings but the ceiling. It was almost more amazing then in Hogwarts. It was painted with beauty and even though it was more pictures of death and hell and stuff like that, to her it meant something deep inside.
In the middle of the room was a long ebony table. Behind her the doors closed and the man she'd come with stood next to her. Out of the darkness a voice came,
"Please Granger why don't you sit down."
Hermione suddenly became frightened. More frightened then she'd been with Harry when she was younger or when she'd been in Askaban. She looked at the cloaked figure next to her, whom nodded and pulled out a chair at the end. She sat down slowly and waited for the voice again.
"Draco, will you leave the room I have matters to speak with Granger about." Hermione looked at the figure with wide eyes, who nodded and left locking the doors behind them.
A clapping noise could be heard from the other side of the room and what seemed like thousands of candles light up. At the other end of the room she could just make out the snake-like face of Voldemort.
A sudden shiver ran down her back at that moment and she tried very hard not to look at his face.
"Lord Voldemort, what do you want of me?" She asked, trying hard to disguise the fright in her voice which failed.
He didn't answer for a moment before answering,
"I wish you to join me to defeat Potter and the old fool Dumbledore."
Hermione was shocked.
"But Lord Voldemort. I'm a muggle born. Surely you don't want me with you."
A silence was kept for a moment before he answered.
"I have my reasons. I also know things you'd never think of. What is your answer?"
Hermione was frozen. What could she do? She'd always been a follower of good and never ever thought of going over to the dark side.
"For what reasons should I join you?" She finally asked.
Another silence came then,
"We'd value your intellect and you can be discreet, since we learned of you poisoning that stupid Weasley."
Hermione sat still before answering,
"Yes. I will join you."