Chapter 39
"Hurt"
Hermione's hand was grasped roughly by the Dark Lord. He hissed something to Nargini, picked up his wand and Hermione's, nodded his head to two Death Eaters, and yelled to the rest, "Do what you wish."
The room was full of screams and flashes of lights. Hermione was being dragged through the dark halls, trying desperately to break free from Voldemort's grasp. He kept on jerking her, getting her to walk faster, the two Death Eaters following closely behind.
She was glad her parents had left early that day, knowing they were not here to endure the horrors unfolding here. Voldemort lead them to a painting of an old wizard at the end of a dark hallway in the dungeons, ordering the subject in the painting to open up. The wizard did so, Voldemort threw Hermione.
"Stay out here and keep guard. I'll only be a moment." he said to the two Death Eaters.
Hermione landed on soft carpet. Torches lit up, exposing a dark, drafty room. The walls were dark, bare stone with no paintings or anything on the walls. A large, dark window was nearly hidden by thick black curtains. The carpet was a deep green color, matching the sheets of a bed nearby. A large, black chair rested behind an oak desk. Papers covered it. Several robes were hanging on a coat rack on the wall. A door leading to a small bathroom was pried open. Hermione saw a name plaque above the coat rack, Severus Snape. This was Snape's quarters.
She focused her attention on Voldemort, who sealed the room shut. He swung around, his pale face illuminated by the light of the torches. Hermione managed to get on her feet. Voldemort placed his wand and Hermione's in his robe pocket.
"Being a bit rude, aren't we?" he asked, walking over toward Hermione
Hermione stood her ground, narrowing her eyes.
"You're the one who's being a bastard," she spat.
They were now standing nose to nose. His emerald green eyes, blazing red, ripped through her cinnamon ones. Hermione tried not to show any sign of fear or weakness.
"I always knew you were one.," she said.
Voldemort laughed.
"Hermione, Hermione, do you know what your purpose is in life?" he asked her.
She didn't move, didn't say a word.
"To help me get what I want, to help me destroy the world.," he said coolly. "But it seems, I'm having trouble getting you to cooperate."
He made Hermione back up. She felt her legs hit the back of the bed.
"You see, I know that you have unimaginable powers that you are not aware of. You have intelligence that nearly outdoes my own. I thought you'd understand it when I made it clear that my soul purpose is to get rid of the filthy beings in this world. Don't you remember how a muggle murdered your parents only because he wanted to steal?" he said.
"I do, but that was a long time ago, people change. You can't solve anything by doing more harm than good." Hermione said. "I'll never join you so you can hurt others."
"Really?" said Voldemort in a dark tone. "Why not?"
"I'll never hurt anyone. My parents are muggles, I'm a mudblood, remember?" she said.
Voldemort glared at her.
"So, you'd rather waste your precious life to help those you once despised?" he hissed.
"I told you, I've changed. Can't you get it through that thick head of yours?" she spat.
"Oh, really? Well, I'll just have to find a way to change your mind." he hissed.
He pushed Hermione back, causing her to fall onto the bed. She tried to get up, but he crawled on top of her, pinning both her legs down with his. He held both arms with one hand while his free hand undid his robes and threw them off. All he was wearing was black pants and a black shirt. He reached around Hermione, fumbling with the zipper.
"No, please stop!" she cried.
"Shut up! Shut up!" he hissed.
He slid Hermione's dress over her head, leaving her only in her strapless red bra and red panties. Hermione closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks. The cool air was cruel to her bare skin. Voldemort smirked, tearing off his shirt. He quickly let go of Hermione's arms to undo his pants. Hermione tried to spring up, but he pushed her back down. Hermione's sobs echoed around the room. She wanted to die, right there, right now. She turned her head, starring helplessly at the wand. If only she could reach it. If only.
She felt his hands fumbling with her bra. She gazed at the wand more intently.
'Oh, please, God! Help me! I need that wand!' she thought pleadingly.
As Voldemort's attention was diverted to unhooking her bra, scratching her as he did so, Hermione watched in shock as her wand, slowly, yet unmistakably, moved out of the robe pocket and rolled across the floor. She managed to stretch down arm and grasp the wand firmly in her hand.
"Impedimenta!" she shouted, jabbing her wand in Voldemort's chest just as he was about to unhook the last hook.
Voldemort flew through the air and hit the wall. Hermione jumped up and threw on his robes. She tried to make for the door, but he beat her there.
"You bitch!" he hissed, hitting her hard in the face.
Hermione backed up, feeling blood drip from her bottom lip. He made a move toward her, but Hermione glared at him, hitting him with "Impedimenta" again. He fell backwards, dark hair hiding his angry red eyes. Hermione knew that the two Death Eaters were outside the painting. She gazed at the window, knowing what she had to do.
Just as Voldemort was getting up, Hermione through the hood of the robe over her head, wrapped the robe around her body tightly, her bare feet massaging the carpet, and ran full sped toward the window. She watched as Voldemort, sensing hr motives, ran after her. Just as she hit the window, he grabbed her around the waist.
They both went through the window, landing on the hard, snow-covered ground below. Glass showered around them. Hermione got up, bits of glass slicing her feet. She didn't stop to grimace from the pain as spots of blood stained the virgin white snow around her. She ran, ran as fast as she ever ran. Her hair flamed madly around her as she toward the school gates. She stopped, using her mind to open the gates. She quickly got out and slammed them shut with another thought. She swung around as she heard someone huffing behind the fence.
Voldemort stood there, glaring at her. He shot up quickly to climb the fence, but fell when Hermione sent "Impedimenta" at him. Hermione, looking at Voldemort sitting on the ground, his dark hair ruffled, and caught his gaze. Her cinnamon colored eyes filled with tears. His red eyes, a hint of emerald, starred back into hers. She felt the ring on her finger, knowing it meant nothing anymore.
"Goodbye." she said, throwing his wand and the ring at him and then disapparating.
"Hurt"
Hermione's hand was grasped roughly by the Dark Lord. He hissed something to Nargini, picked up his wand and Hermione's, nodded his head to two Death Eaters, and yelled to the rest, "Do what you wish."
The room was full of screams and flashes of lights. Hermione was being dragged through the dark halls, trying desperately to break free from Voldemort's grasp. He kept on jerking her, getting her to walk faster, the two Death Eaters following closely behind.
She was glad her parents had left early that day, knowing they were not here to endure the horrors unfolding here. Voldemort lead them to a painting of an old wizard at the end of a dark hallway in the dungeons, ordering the subject in the painting to open up. The wizard did so, Voldemort threw Hermione.
"Stay out here and keep guard. I'll only be a moment." he said to the two Death Eaters.
Hermione landed on soft carpet. Torches lit up, exposing a dark, drafty room. The walls were dark, bare stone with no paintings or anything on the walls. A large, dark window was nearly hidden by thick black curtains. The carpet was a deep green color, matching the sheets of a bed nearby. A large, black chair rested behind an oak desk. Papers covered it. Several robes were hanging on a coat rack on the wall. A door leading to a small bathroom was pried open. Hermione saw a name plaque above the coat rack, Severus Snape. This was Snape's quarters.
She focused her attention on Voldemort, who sealed the room shut. He swung around, his pale face illuminated by the light of the torches. Hermione managed to get on her feet. Voldemort placed his wand and Hermione's in his robe pocket.
"Being a bit rude, aren't we?" he asked, walking over toward Hermione
Hermione stood her ground, narrowing her eyes.
"You're the one who's being a bastard," she spat.
They were now standing nose to nose. His emerald green eyes, blazing red, ripped through her cinnamon ones. Hermione tried not to show any sign of fear or weakness.
"I always knew you were one.," she said.
Voldemort laughed.
"Hermione, Hermione, do you know what your purpose is in life?" he asked her.
She didn't move, didn't say a word.
"To help me get what I want, to help me destroy the world.," he said coolly. "But it seems, I'm having trouble getting you to cooperate."
He made Hermione back up. She felt her legs hit the back of the bed.
"You see, I know that you have unimaginable powers that you are not aware of. You have intelligence that nearly outdoes my own. I thought you'd understand it when I made it clear that my soul purpose is to get rid of the filthy beings in this world. Don't you remember how a muggle murdered your parents only because he wanted to steal?" he said.
"I do, but that was a long time ago, people change. You can't solve anything by doing more harm than good." Hermione said. "I'll never join you so you can hurt others."
"Really?" said Voldemort in a dark tone. "Why not?"
"I'll never hurt anyone. My parents are muggles, I'm a mudblood, remember?" she said.
Voldemort glared at her.
"So, you'd rather waste your precious life to help those you once despised?" he hissed.
"I told you, I've changed. Can't you get it through that thick head of yours?" she spat.
"Oh, really? Well, I'll just have to find a way to change your mind." he hissed.
He pushed Hermione back, causing her to fall onto the bed. She tried to get up, but he crawled on top of her, pinning both her legs down with his. He held both arms with one hand while his free hand undid his robes and threw them off. All he was wearing was black pants and a black shirt. He reached around Hermione, fumbling with the zipper.
"No, please stop!" she cried.
"Shut up! Shut up!" he hissed.
He slid Hermione's dress over her head, leaving her only in her strapless red bra and red panties. Hermione closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks. The cool air was cruel to her bare skin. Voldemort smirked, tearing off his shirt. He quickly let go of Hermione's arms to undo his pants. Hermione tried to spring up, but he pushed her back down. Hermione's sobs echoed around the room. She wanted to die, right there, right now. She turned her head, starring helplessly at the wand. If only she could reach it. If only.
She felt his hands fumbling with her bra. She gazed at the wand more intently.
'Oh, please, God! Help me! I need that wand!' she thought pleadingly.
As Voldemort's attention was diverted to unhooking her bra, scratching her as he did so, Hermione watched in shock as her wand, slowly, yet unmistakably, moved out of the robe pocket and rolled across the floor. She managed to stretch down arm and grasp the wand firmly in her hand.
"Impedimenta!" she shouted, jabbing her wand in Voldemort's chest just as he was about to unhook the last hook.
Voldemort flew through the air and hit the wall. Hermione jumped up and threw on his robes. She tried to make for the door, but he beat her there.
"You bitch!" he hissed, hitting her hard in the face.
Hermione backed up, feeling blood drip from her bottom lip. He made a move toward her, but Hermione glared at him, hitting him with "Impedimenta" again. He fell backwards, dark hair hiding his angry red eyes. Hermione knew that the two Death Eaters were outside the painting. She gazed at the window, knowing what she had to do.
Just as Voldemort was getting up, Hermione through the hood of the robe over her head, wrapped the robe around her body tightly, her bare feet massaging the carpet, and ran full sped toward the window. She watched as Voldemort, sensing hr motives, ran after her. Just as she hit the window, he grabbed her around the waist.
They both went through the window, landing on the hard, snow-covered ground below. Glass showered around them. Hermione got up, bits of glass slicing her feet. She didn't stop to grimace from the pain as spots of blood stained the virgin white snow around her. She ran, ran as fast as she ever ran. Her hair flamed madly around her as she toward the school gates. She stopped, using her mind to open the gates. She quickly got out and slammed them shut with another thought. She swung around as she heard someone huffing behind the fence.
Voldemort stood there, glaring at her. He shot up quickly to climb the fence, but fell when Hermione sent "Impedimenta" at him. Hermione, looking at Voldemort sitting on the ground, his dark hair ruffled, and caught his gaze. Her cinnamon colored eyes filled with tears. His red eyes, a hint of emerald, starred back into hers. She felt the ring on her finger, knowing it meant nothing anymore.
"Goodbye." she said, throwing his wand and the ring at him and then disapparating.