Chapter 27
"Unwilling to Stay, Unwilling to Leave"
Hermione watched Bellatrix leave. She knew that she should stay here in the room, but her curiosity got the better of her. She had never seen the rest of the house and was curious as to the strange cycle she went through each day. She checked outside to make sure the close was clear. She stepped out into the hall and down into the dark hall. She looked in all the rooms, much like hers except different furniture and colors. The cold air made her shiver and she was about to go back to her room when she heard voices. She found a balcony overlooking the room she first arrived in. She hid behind a column in the dark and starred at the people below.
Tom was there, walking around, shouting at various people.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Tom shouted. "Do not use the Floo Network! The Ministry is having it watched constantly. One little mistake and our whereabouts will be given away!"
Lucius Malfoy stepped forward.
"My Lord, forgive Crabbe and Goyle. They are numskulls." he said. "That is why I would like you put my son on this project."
Lucius snapped his fingers. Hermione watched as Draco Malfoy walked up to is father. His pale blonde hair was smoothed back, exposing his pale face and cold blue eyes. He had a smirk on his face.
"My Lord." said Draco as he kissed Tom's hand.
"Ah, Lucius, quite a fine son you have. Yes, yes, I have heard quite a lot about you, my son." said Tom. "Yes, you will do great for this project. Follow Wormtail. He will take you to the planning room where you will find everything you need to know."
A twitchy Wormtail led Draco out of the room. Lucius eyed Tom with a look of who knows what. He did not like that his Lord had gone sour and changed into this handsome, charming man before him. His Lord was much better off with that scary complexion he once had. He would change everything even if it killed him.
"Now, my Lord, I have a present for you tonight." said Lucius, motioning to Crabbe and Goyle senior.
They brought out a very frightened looking girl, no more than seventeen. She had long blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She had on a simple white gown that went to her knees. She was shaking madly as she was thrown down on the floor in front of the Dark Lord. She looked at him. Tom looked down at her, a faint smile crossing his lips.
"The last of the muggles that were living here. I've been keeping her as prisoner, but decided to give her to you instead of kill her. We'll kill her after you're done with her." said Lucius. "Her name is Olivia."
"Olivia." said Tom, the name slipping off his tongue. "Stand up."
Crabbe and Goyle forced Olivia up. They held each of her arms. Tom walked up to Olivia and ran a hand through her hair.
"Such fine hair for a muggle." he said.
Olivia shuddered and closed her eyes. Hermione watched in utmost horror and hurt. Tom leaned forward and slid off one of the straps to Olivia's dress. She tried to shake him off, but he kissed her shoulder. Olivia let out a gasp as Tom's warm tongue trailed up her neck and to her lips. Lucius beamed. Crabbe and Goyle let go of Olivia. The girl wrapped her arms around Tom's neck as he trailed his lips down her neck again. They fell over onto a nearby couch. Olivia began kissing him back, their tongues clashing together madly.
Tom slid off the other strap of Olivia's dress and kissed her bare shoulder. Olivia began to reach to undo his robes. Tom threw them off. Olivia's small, pale hands made way to Tom's shirt. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, but succeeded. She pulled off his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest and abs. Tom pulled Olivia's dress off, exposing her thin, pale body, bare breasts, and a lacy pair of white panties. His hands trailed over her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them gently. Olivia gasped as she felt a warm tongue lick on one of her breasts. Her hands trailed down to his belt buckle. She took his belt off and threw it to the floor. Tom slid his one of his hands down to Olivia's lacey panties.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. Tears stung her eyes as she got up and ran from the scene she had just witnessed. She fled to her room and slammed the door shut. She couldn't take it anymore. Tom was not the Tom she knew, the Tom she fell in love with. Hermione missed Harry and Ron.
"I'm not staying another minute." she said.
She threw on her robes over her thin nightgown and put on a pair of boots. She put her wand in her robe pocket and tried to apparate. It didn't work.
"Damn it!" she screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.
She was being held prisoner. She had to go. She had to leave.
"Fuck the prophecy!" she screamed.
She grabbed the bed sheets off of her bed and began tying them together. She made sure the knots were nice and tight before tying the end to her bed and opening the window. A blast of icy cold window hit her. Snow drove in thick, blinding sheets. Hermione flung the other end down through the window. She gave the height a quick glance. She looked to be two stories off the ground. Hermione flung her legs over the window ledge, took a deep breath and descended down the makeshift rope. She hit the ground with a soft thud. The snow squished under her boots. Hermione noticed the house was a large manor in the middle of nowhere. She noticed a sign on the side that said "The Montague Manor," meaning she was somewhere in France. She took out her wand and said, "Lumos!" as she began to run toward the high fence a few hundred yards away.
Tom slid his hand down the girl's thin waste and rested it at her panties. He looked up at the girl, met her pleading baby blue eyes.
"No." he said as he pushed himself off of her. "No."
Lucius sneered.
"Why not?" he asked.
Tom got up, his pants still on, his chiseled chest heaving. He put his face in his hands.
"Take her away." He said.
Lucius nodded to Crabbe and Goyle. They took Olivia away, knowing to kill her and dispose of her.
"My Lord, did you not like my gift?" asked Lucius.
Tom removed his hands from his face. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on, not bothering to button it back up.
"It's just that, I mean that, I haven't been with anyone that way since, since she died." said Tom.
Lucius sneered.
"My Lord, this foolish business with love has weakened you."
Lucius flew backwards as his Lord punched him. Lucius fell to the floor, clutching his swelling jaw. He looked in to the fiery eyes of his master. The handsome face was contorted with rage.
"How dare you speak to me like that! You have forgotten who it is your are serving Malfoy." Tom hissed.
Bellatrix opened the door, carrying in a silver platter with a teakettle and two teacups. She felt a blast of icy cold wind hit her.
"Now, Hermione, why is it so cold."
She saw the opened window and the bed sheet rope. She dropped the platter, the teakettle and the teacup smashing on the floor.
"AHHHH!"
A high-pitched, terrified scream filled the air.
"That was Bellatrix." said Malfoy, getting up.
Tom and a few Death Eaters ran to Hermione's room. They saw the broken shards of teakettle and teacups litter the floor near the fireplace. Snow was driving in through the window.
"What is it?" Tom hissed.
Bellatrix pointed to the opened window.
"Hermione! She's gone!" she cried.
Tom swung around and saw the bed sheet rope. Both anger and fear swept over him.
"Hurry! She might still be outside." hissed Tom.
Hermione was running blindly against the driving snow. She had tried again to disapparate, but couldn't. Someone had prevented the use of doing so. She saw the fence ahead and ran toward it. She heard shouts coming from the house but didn't dare look back. All she wanted to do was get out of here, get back home, be back with her friends. She was terrified. She wanted to tell Dumbledore she couldn't go through with trying to bring Voldemort down. She didn't care it was her destiny. She wanted to live a normal life and forget this nightmare.
Tom dashed across the lawn, snow blinding him. He had thrown on his robes and grabbed his wand. He had his Death Eaters split up to try to find her. He saw a faint light ahead.
Hermione was near the gates. She could feel a sudden jolt of adrenaline and hope coarse through her. She dashed faster to the gate, plunging her wand in her pocket. She ran down a sudden ditch and onto a slippery surface. She heard the crack of ice and realized she was on a frozen pond. If she could only just get over it. The fence was just right there on the other bank. The voices and shouts grew louder against the howling wind in he ears.
Hermione carefully walked over the ice, hearing little cracks here and there. She held her breath and stepped here and there slowly. Suddenly, a patch of thin ice gave way. Hermione fell through, plunging into the icy cold water below. She felt like she as being stabbed over and over again by thousands of knives. She tried to find the hole she fell through, but couldn't. She began pounding on the ice, knowing her wand would be useless while under water. She pounded harder and screamed which was muffled in the water. Her world began to darken as she starred up at the ice. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was a pale face and emerald green eyes.
"Unwilling to Stay, Unwilling to Leave"
Hermione watched Bellatrix leave. She knew that she should stay here in the room, but her curiosity got the better of her. She had never seen the rest of the house and was curious as to the strange cycle she went through each day. She checked outside to make sure the close was clear. She stepped out into the hall and down into the dark hall. She looked in all the rooms, much like hers except different furniture and colors. The cold air made her shiver and she was about to go back to her room when she heard voices. She found a balcony overlooking the room she first arrived in. She hid behind a column in the dark and starred at the people below.
Tom was there, walking around, shouting at various people.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Tom shouted. "Do not use the Floo Network! The Ministry is having it watched constantly. One little mistake and our whereabouts will be given away!"
Lucius Malfoy stepped forward.
"My Lord, forgive Crabbe and Goyle. They are numskulls." he said. "That is why I would like you put my son on this project."
Lucius snapped his fingers. Hermione watched as Draco Malfoy walked up to is father. His pale blonde hair was smoothed back, exposing his pale face and cold blue eyes. He had a smirk on his face.
"My Lord." said Draco as he kissed Tom's hand.
"Ah, Lucius, quite a fine son you have. Yes, yes, I have heard quite a lot about you, my son." said Tom. "Yes, you will do great for this project. Follow Wormtail. He will take you to the planning room where you will find everything you need to know."
A twitchy Wormtail led Draco out of the room. Lucius eyed Tom with a look of who knows what. He did not like that his Lord had gone sour and changed into this handsome, charming man before him. His Lord was much better off with that scary complexion he once had. He would change everything even if it killed him.
"Now, my Lord, I have a present for you tonight." said Lucius, motioning to Crabbe and Goyle senior.
They brought out a very frightened looking girl, no more than seventeen. She had long blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She had on a simple white gown that went to her knees. She was shaking madly as she was thrown down on the floor in front of the Dark Lord. She looked at him. Tom looked down at her, a faint smile crossing his lips.
"The last of the muggles that were living here. I've been keeping her as prisoner, but decided to give her to you instead of kill her. We'll kill her after you're done with her." said Lucius. "Her name is Olivia."
"Olivia." said Tom, the name slipping off his tongue. "Stand up."
Crabbe and Goyle forced Olivia up. They held each of her arms. Tom walked up to Olivia and ran a hand through her hair.
"Such fine hair for a muggle." he said.
Olivia shuddered and closed her eyes. Hermione watched in utmost horror and hurt. Tom leaned forward and slid off one of the straps to Olivia's dress. She tried to shake him off, but he kissed her shoulder. Olivia let out a gasp as Tom's warm tongue trailed up her neck and to her lips. Lucius beamed. Crabbe and Goyle let go of Olivia. The girl wrapped her arms around Tom's neck as he trailed his lips down her neck again. They fell over onto a nearby couch. Olivia began kissing him back, their tongues clashing together madly.
Tom slid off the other strap of Olivia's dress and kissed her bare shoulder. Olivia began to reach to undo his robes. Tom threw them off. Olivia's small, pale hands made way to Tom's shirt. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, but succeeded. She pulled off his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest and abs. Tom pulled Olivia's dress off, exposing her thin, pale body, bare breasts, and a lacy pair of white panties. His hands trailed over her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them gently. Olivia gasped as she felt a warm tongue lick on one of her breasts. Her hands trailed down to his belt buckle. She took his belt off and threw it to the floor. Tom slid his one of his hands down to Olivia's lacey panties.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. Tears stung her eyes as she got up and ran from the scene she had just witnessed. She fled to her room and slammed the door shut. She couldn't take it anymore. Tom was not the Tom she knew, the Tom she fell in love with. Hermione missed Harry and Ron.
"I'm not staying another minute." she said.
She threw on her robes over her thin nightgown and put on a pair of boots. She put her wand in her robe pocket and tried to apparate. It didn't work.
"Damn it!" she screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.
She was being held prisoner. She had to go. She had to leave.
"Fuck the prophecy!" she screamed.
She grabbed the bed sheets off of her bed and began tying them together. She made sure the knots were nice and tight before tying the end to her bed and opening the window. A blast of icy cold window hit her. Snow drove in thick, blinding sheets. Hermione flung the other end down through the window. She gave the height a quick glance. She looked to be two stories off the ground. Hermione flung her legs over the window ledge, took a deep breath and descended down the makeshift rope. She hit the ground with a soft thud. The snow squished under her boots. Hermione noticed the house was a large manor in the middle of nowhere. She noticed a sign on the side that said "The Montague Manor," meaning she was somewhere in France. She took out her wand and said, "Lumos!" as she began to run toward the high fence a few hundred yards away.
Tom slid his hand down the girl's thin waste and rested it at her panties. He looked up at the girl, met her pleading baby blue eyes.
"No." he said as he pushed himself off of her. "No."
Lucius sneered.
"Why not?" he asked.
Tom got up, his pants still on, his chiseled chest heaving. He put his face in his hands.
"Take her away." He said.
Lucius nodded to Crabbe and Goyle. They took Olivia away, knowing to kill her and dispose of her.
"My Lord, did you not like my gift?" asked Lucius.
Tom removed his hands from his face. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on, not bothering to button it back up.
"It's just that, I mean that, I haven't been with anyone that way since, since she died." said Tom.
Lucius sneered.
"My Lord, this foolish business with love has weakened you."
Lucius flew backwards as his Lord punched him. Lucius fell to the floor, clutching his swelling jaw. He looked in to the fiery eyes of his master. The handsome face was contorted with rage.
"How dare you speak to me like that! You have forgotten who it is your are serving Malfoy." Tom hissed.
Bellatrix opened the door, carrying in a silver platter with a teakettle and two teacups. She felt a blast of icy cold wind hit her.
"Now, Hermione, why is it so cold."
She saw the opened window and the bed sheet rope. She dropped the platter, the teakettle and the teacup smashing on the floor.
"AHHHH!"
A high-pitched, terrified scream filled the air.
"That was Bellatrix." said Malfoy, getting up.
Tom and a few Death Eaters ran to Hermione's room. They saw the broken shards of teakettle and teacups litter the floor near the fireplace. Snow was driving in through the window.
"What is it?" Tom hissed.
Bellatrix pointed to the opened window.
"Hermione! She's gone!" she cried.
Tom swung around and saw the bed sheet rope. Both anger and fear swept over him.
"Hurry! She might still be outside." hissed Tom.
Hermione was running blindly against the driving snow. She had tried again to disapparate, but couldn't. Someone had prevented the use of doing so. She saw the fence ahead and ran toward it. She heard shouts coming from the house but didn't dare look back. All she wanted to do was get out of here, get back home, be back with her friends. She was terrified. She wanted to tell Dumbledore she couldn't go through with trying to bring Voldemort down. She didn't care it was her destiny. She wanted to live a normal life and forget this nightmare.
Tom dashed across the lawn, snow blinding him. He had thrown on his robes and grabbed his wand. He had his Death Eaters split up to try to find her. He saw a faint light ahead.
Hermione was near the gates. She could feel a sudden jolt of adrenaline and hope coarse through her. She dashed faster to the gate, plunging her wand in her pocket. She ran down a sudden ditch and onto a slippery surface. She heard the crack of ice and realized she was on a frozen pond. If she could only just get over it. The fence was just right there on the other bank. The voices and shouts grew louder against the howling wind in he ears.
Hermione carefully walked over the ice, hearing little cracks here and there. She held her breath and stepped here and there slowly. Suddenly, a patch of thin ice gave way. Hermione fell through, plunging into the icy cold water below. She felt like she as being stabbed over and over again by thousands of knives. She tried to find the hole she fell through, but couldn't. She began pounding on the ice, knowing her wand would be useless while under water. She pounded harder and screamed which was muffled in the water. Her world began to darken as she starred up at the ice. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was a pale face and emerald green eyes.