You know the drill by now, not mine, never mine, never will be mine, and I'm just a li'l stupid struggling writer wanna be, so yeah...and how in the WORLD do you save italics using windows xp? *whimper*
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Pain burned through his nerves, clawing at each one. His fingers curled, dug into his palms. A scream worked in his throat, begging to be released. He didn't let it.
Tears built up in her eyes. She swallowed hard, several times. Her hand quavered, but held true in the end. Her jaw began to tremble; she bit hard on the inside of her cheek to stop it from happening. /Scream, Harry...please, scream...the sooner you do, the sooner it will be over with./
He didn't scream.
Voldemort watched in amusement, as the red light flowed from Hermione's wand to the Potter boy's body. A still apparently arrogant boy. It appeared his little Death Eater was very loyal to him, torturing one of her best friends so willingly. He wasn't blind, he could see the tears in her eyes, but they hadn't fallen yet, and her hand only faltered for a second, but never once had the curse stopped.
"DAMN IT, HARRY!" The words that came from the Mudblood's lips surprised even Voldemort. She had a reputation for being a prim priss who never cursed, much less openly cussed. He watched, one brow arched, wondering what she would do next.
He wasn't disappointed.
Continuing the cruciatus, Granger stormed over to the jet-black-haired boy, and drew back her foot, then rammed it forward into his ribs. "SCREAM!" she yelled at him, kicking yet again.
Emerald eyes stared up into chocolate brown ones, and saw the tears that threatened to spill, and what Voldemort could not. The sympathy and the pleading.
He got the message, and as she delivered a third kick—that probably looked like it was a lot more painful than it actually was—threw back his head and gave the scream in his throat freedom.
Almost instantly, Voldemort clapped lazily and waved Hermione away.
"If only others..." His glance went to Snape, who stared down at the ground, as though Voldemort could see through the mask, not wanting the Dark Lord to see the hatred and disgust in his eyes. "Were as willing as Miss Granger, things would be so…much...more interesting." That said, he dropped the subject, turning his attention to the boy who was picking himself up, wincing as he dusted off.
"Well, Harry, now there's only one thing left to do."
Harry quirked a brow, looking him straight in the eyes. "What's that, milord?"
A smile twisted Voldemort's lips.
"Kill Dumbledore."
Silence fell, as all eyes trained on the Boy-Who-Lived. Still, amazement flickered through them, when he didn't just merely nod, but nodded and smiled. "So, who gets this privilege?" he asked, his tone silky.
"Oh...I thought it would be interesting if two students were reunited with their teacher." His eyes turned to Snape again, and he drawled out. "Severus, come."
Immediately the potions master came, and knelt, kissing the hem of Voldemort's robes, suppressing emotion as he knew he must. Voldemort could practically smell fear. "Yes, Milord?"
"I think its time for you to take a more...active role, than just spying."
"Yes, Milord."
"I think Granger would be the best suited for that."
"Yes, Milord." Red eyes turned to Hermione, who'd replaced her mask hurriedly.
"I do believe you should go spread the good news to Dumbledore. You're a smart girl. Figure out how."
....Silence fell, then quietly...
"Yes, milord."
"Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes, Vold...milord?"
"Go make an appearance before the wizarding world starts to worry about their precious saviour."
Harry bowed slightly, and Disapparated, leaving even Voldemort slightly shocked; but the others were in a worse state, when Voldemort chuckled after a moment, and dismissed the rest of them.
Pop after pop sounded.
Snape, landing outside of the Hogwarts boundaries, strode into the castle, slamming the doors open in his "majestic" way, and headed for the dungeon. First years and fifth years alike fled from the stony-faced Potions Master as his robes billowed around him, on the way to his private chambers. As soon as the door had latched, the most feared Hogwarts teacher went to the bathroom, and knelt.
And threw up.
Several times.
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Hermione, as soon as she had Apparated away, a little ways from her home, did basically the exact same thing, wondering if she'd be able to pull off this latest assignment from Voldemort.
But she had to.
She didn't have a choice.
Light steps carried her to the bedroom and after placing several sound-proofing charms, she threw herself across the bed, and let the shivers and shock run their course.
"Harry..." she whispered, as the tears started, unable to believe, yet knowing it was all too real. "Why?"
Authors Notes: I'm about ready to give up, honestly *sighs* thank you the reviewer who told me I just had to update though. That was rather cool ^_^ I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Review please???
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Pain burned through his nerves, clawing at each one. His fingers curled, dug into his palms. A scream worked in his throat, begging to be released. He didn't let it.
Tears built up in her eyes. She swallowed hard, several times. Her hand quavered, but held true in the end. Her jaw began to tremble; she bit hard on the inside of her cheek to stop it from happening. /Scream, Harry...please, scream...the sooner you do, the sooner it will be over with./
He didn't scream.
Voldemort watched in amusement, as the red light flowed from Hermione's wand to the Potter boy's body. A still apparently arrogant boy. It appeared his little Death Eater was very loyal to him, torturing one of her best friends so willingly. He wasn't blind, he could see the tears in her eyes, but they hadn't fallen yet, and her hand only faltered for a second, but never once had the curse stopped.
"DAMN IT, HARRY!" The words that came from the Mudblood's lips surprised even Voldemort. She had a reputation for being a prim priss who never cursed, much less openly cussed. He watched, one brow arched, wondering what she would do next.
He wasn't disappointed.
Continuing the cruciatus, Granger stormed over to the jet-black-haired boy, and drew back her foot, then rammed it forward into his ribs. "SCREAM!" she yelled at him, kicking yet again.
Emerald eyes stared up into chocolate brown ones, and saw the tears that threatened to spill, and what Voldemort could not. The sympathy and the pleading.
He got the message, and as she delivered a third kick—that probably looked like it was a lot more painful than it actually was—threw back his head and gave the scream in his throat freedom.
Almost instantly, Voldemort clapped lazily and waved Hermione away.
"If only others..." His glance went to Snape, who stared down at the ground, as though Voldemort could see through the mask, not wanting the Dark Lord to see the hatred and disgust in his eyes. "Were as willing as Miss Granger, things would be so…much...more interesting." That said, he dropped the subject, turning his attention to the boy who was picking himself up, wincing as he dusted off.
"Well, Harry, now there's only one thing left to do."
Harry quirked a brow, looking him straight in the eyes. "What's that, milord?"
A smile twisted Voldemort's lips.
"Kill Dumbledore."
Silence fell, as all eyes trained on the Boy-Who-Lived. Still, amazement flickered through them, when he didn't just merely nod, but nodded and smiled. "So, who gets this privilege?" he asked, his tone silky.
"Oh...I thought it would be interesting if two students were reunited with their teacher." His eyes turned to Snape again, and he drawled out. "Severus, come."
Immediately the potions master came, and knelt, kissing the hem of Voldemort's robes, suppressing emotion as he knew he must. Voldemort could practically smell fear. "Yes, Milord?"
"I think its time for you to take a more...active role, than just spying."
"Yes, Milord."
"I think Granger would be the best suited for that."
"Yes, Milord." Red eyes turned to Hermione, who'd replaced her mask hurriedly.
"I do believe you should go spread the good news to Dumbledore. You're a smart girl. Figure out how."
....Silence fell, then quietly...
"Yes, milord."
"Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes, Vold...milord?"
"Go make an appearance before the wizarding world starts to worry about their precious saviour."
Harry bowed slightly, and Disapparated, leaving even Voldemort slightly shocked; but the others were in a worse state, when Voldemort chuckled after a moment, and dismissed the rest of them.
Pop after pop sounded.
Snape, landing outside of the Hogwarts boundaries, strode into the castle, slamming the doors open in his "majestic" way, and headed for the dungeon. First years and fifth years alike fled from the stony-faced Potions Master as his robes billowed around him, on the way to his private chambers. As soon as the door had latched, the most feared Hogwarts teacher went to the bathroom, and knelt.
And threw up.
Several times.
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Hermione, as soon as she had Apparated away, a little ways from her home, did basically the exact same thing, wondering if she'd be able to pull off this latest assignment from Voldemort.
But she had to.
She didn't have a choice.
Light steps carried her to the bedroom and after placing several sound-proofing charms, she threw herself across the bed, and let the shivers and shock run their course.
"Harry..." she whispered, as the tears started, unable to believe, yet knowing it was all too real. "Why?"
Authors Notes: I'm about ready to give up, honestly *sighs* thank you the reviewer who told me I just had to update though. That was rather cool ^_^ I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Review please???