Title: Lady Voldemort
Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance
Category: Darkfic/Full Story
Summary: The War is starting, and Voldemort knows he has a chance of losing. 'What's the one thing Harry Potter cannot do without?' He thinks. The answer comes quickly. Hermione Granger. The odds are in his favor with her, and can be even more if she joined him, as his wife.
Krysta's Notes: Number 1. Hermione is not going to become dark at all. Unless you pick a pairing that makes her. ---C---
Number 2. I have no clue what pairing shall be. And there is a consequence for each one. So, vote.
A. Draco MalfoyxHermione Granger ---If this pairing is picked, Harry will die at some point.--- "Longer Story"
B. Harry PotterxHermione Granger ---If this pairing is picked, Draco will become a Death Eater.--- "Shorter Story"
C. Draco MalfoyxHarry Potter ---If this pairing is picked, Hermione will fall for Riddle.--- "Middle Sized Story"
So, hope you decide by reading this.
Begin Story: Lady Voldemort
Chapter 1: Hermione Riddle and 'The Change'
Begin Chapter
She felt the breath being snatched from her mouth. 'Why did Professor Dumbledore assign them two others, instead of one other?' She thought logically, while tiptoeing through the forest, with bleach blonde and dark ebony haired boys. The War had begun, and they had Harry in their group, so they had the job of protecting him and each other, while looking for Voldemort. Hermione hated the suspense. 'Why couldn't the ratty bastard just jump from a bush already?' She questioned again.
He was outside, in his dark, flowing black cloak. 'Harry, where are you?' He thought evilly. His followers were split up, searching the grounds. He killed anything he saw, sometimes he mistook trees for people and 'Avada-ed' them. His fleshy fingers ran through his golden blonde hair. Yes, he had regained Riddle's body again, after it being destroyed by Harry Potter. He knew what he had to do. He had to lure Harry, and possibly his friends to him, and capture the Mudblood girl.
He felt exhilarated, as he walked through the forest with his group. The two looked awfully on end. He knew they had faced Voldemort together many times. His father had droned on and on about him, and to put it bluntly, he couldn't stand it. He knew that he would never be a person who talked to his fake family about 'Voldemort'. Draco wanted to be on the light side, but he never expected to be 'walking on eggshells' in the middle of a Dark Forest with 'Potter and the Mudblood'.
He knew he was coming closer to his target. Harry Potter. And he had a few friends with him. He smiled, making his body colder. He was an opposite of human. He got cold when he was happy, and warm when he was outside during this wintery day. The sun was cast behind clouds, and the snow was hard and packed wet. He was ready for whatever Potter had in store for him.
He was nerve-wrecked. He knew what he had to do, so did everyone else. He had to kill Voldemort, or be killed by Voldemort. He wouldn't let it happen. he had friends around him, even though he argued with Draco, he was still a friend to Harry, and someone who he could depend on. He knew Voldemort was closer; his scar started hurting. Infact, it was throbbing like a excited person's heart.
He felt Harry's scar throbbing in his heart. It was throbbing hard. He knew he would be facing him, but he looked up and met the green eyes of the hero. He smirked visibly at Harry, who seemed alone, but he smirked wider, when the Mudblood and Lucius Malfoy's son halted to a stop next to Potter.
"Hello Potter." He greeted him.
She was afraid when she saw a large shadow of black ahead. She jogged forward and motioned Draco to follow. She stopped upon seeing Voldemort. She could have been delusional, but she swore his smirk grew larger. She stood tall next to Harry, trying to keep her fear inside.
"Hello Mudblood, Hello Draco." He said, and Harry threw a quick glance at him. He was sneering at Voldemort.
"Why aren't you talking, Potter? Afraid?" He asked, smiling an eerie smile.
"No, how could anyone be afraid of you? You've been hiding all this time, maybe you're afraid of us." Harry countered coolly.
"What about your group here. Aren't they just petrified?" Harry grabbed for Hermione's hand, but was shocked to not see it, instead Hermione had moved up to say something.
"Scared? Ha." She claimed, talking and presenting herself in a stand-offish way.
"You, you would just make me laugh. Or cheer me up. Never, could anyone, cower at you. Maybe at your hideousness, but not at your attitude." She finished.
He was astounded to see the Mudblod stand forward, and insult him to his face. But, as the words sunk it, he became angered.
"Imperio!" He shouted at her, and Harry watched in horror as the dim blue spell hit her directly. She stood shockingly still, not moving.
"Come here." He said, watching as she took small steps over to him. Her body was rigid, and it didn't seem right. She stopped in the middle of the snow.
"Come here!" He shouted, but she stood, smiling at him, like she knew something he didn't. It was the same look, Harry realized, he had on when he resisted the Imperious Curse.
"You, you broke the curse!" He said.
"Took you long enough. When my body went stiff, you should've noticed. How...stupid." She said, teasingly. He fumed again, and shout another spell.
"Crucio!" The gold jet of light hit her hard;she was sent to the ground on her knees.
He watched as Granger was sent to her knees. It amazed him to not hear her voice, because he audibly screamed when his father performed it, so he would stop. He saw Potter step up and take out his wand, and carefully aimed it at Voldemort.
"Expelliarmus!" He roared, knocking Voldemort back, shaking his concentration from Hermione, who stood up weakly.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked. The woods gave a few noises as Voldemort regained his stature. She nodded, taking a strong position next to Harry. Draco was still placed far back, as he hadn't moved.
"You're mine, Potter." He declared, sending a string of curses towards Harry.
"Avada Kervada!" The jet of green light flashed past Harry.
"Impedima!" The blue fireworking spell skimmed his side.
"Crucio!" The spell hit Harry, but he stood, screams flowing from his mouth in agony.
"Incendio!" Two voices merged, and fire lit in front of Voldemort, smoke getting to his eyes. Draco and Hermione watched as their spell succeeded in breaking his concentration again.
"Aquarisiom!" Hermione said, putting out the fire. She was using simple spells to gather it together. Harry looked at her, and she smiled, urging him to continue. She made a canister and stuff the ashes in it, packed it with air freshner. She pushed harder on the knob, hearing a deflative sound. She rubbed the freshner on the can and smoothed it all around while thinking.
"Harry! Get away now!" She yelled, Draco knowing what she was going to do. Harry back off from his side of spells and charms on Voldemort. She hurled the can, and it landed in a space between Voldemort and his Followers.
"Laconum Maxinflamari!" She said, watching as the extended version of the spell allowed her fire to be shot from her wand. It hit the aerosol can, making it explode with a giant sizzling noise. Death Eaters were sent to the ground, four out of twenty, dead. They bent their heads over, hearing the loud explosive sound ringing through the forest.
"You know, Potter, I was going to wait to kidnapp her." He said, jerking a sleeve towards a bloody Hermione.
"But she's pissing me off. Wingardium Leviosa!" He lifted her into the air, as she flailed around. Harry and Draco stood underneath her, trying to calm her.
He lowered her to his eye level, but her feet still didn't touch the ground.
"You are mine now, Mudblood." He said, grabbing her wrist while she was still floating on thin air and apparated away with her. Harry and Draco looked frantically around, make sure he hadn't apparated away somewhere near, but returned to Hogwarts nonetheless.
He walked up to Dumbledore and the rest of the school that had fought.
"Everyone! We didn't duel, he kidnapped Hermione!" By him saying this, everyone started going outraged.
"Stop! We've got to get her back! He kidnapped her because I need her, and she is very intellectual, so he's using her for her brain. Please." Draco stood beside him, silently agreeing.
"Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy, you are permitted to break through the apparation barrier, and search for Miss Granger. Be safe." Dumbledore said. The two smiled, although Draco's smile was harder to see.
They set off from Hogsmeade, secretly given a location of where he was hiding. In the old Lestrange Manor. Roldophus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black-Lestrange were killed in their manor, and bodies were missing. But they found a small girl there, around age 2. She had brown hair in two pigtails held with two bows, a purple and white one on each side, in a fancy white dress.
Draco and Harry searched the town of Wellington, where the Lestrange Manor was located. They went back to Grimmauld Place, and got directions for Charlie Weasley, who was sent there for the case with the little girl. The Manor was outside of town, by a few miles, and they couldn't apparate anywhere inside it.
Draco knew most of the way without the map. It seems they had visited the Lestranges for dinner, and he remembered every boring little detail about walking there. Including four breaks, it took two days to reach the Manor.
Stopping in front, they looked at the paint job. It was a big white house, green shutters and window pane dispersed neatly across the house's frame, a cobblestone path leading up to the door. They walked to the door, and opened it. It was a dark hallway, and they could see someone going away from them, and they followed it. It led out to the back, which was decorated nicely, like an altar, all the way up to the front, where Draco stared. The sun beamed in Harry's eyes, and he had to shade it to see.
Harry saw that Hermione was in a fancy white dress, mouth gagged. She looked up at him and pleaded with her eyes. Tom Riddle stood across from her, and the minister adjacent to him.
"Does anyone have any objections to these two being wedded in holy matrimony?" The minister said, as Riddle removed her gag, but placed a silencing spell on her. Draco could see her screaming a reply, but it wasn't audible.
"She doesn't love you, Riddle!" He shouted. This was the first word spoken from him, not including the 'Incendio' spell, since breakfast the morning of the War, and then, he had only said 'Good Morning.'
"But I can make her, Dear Draco. Oh, Potter. Am I taking away your life now, by marrying her?" He said, flashing Harry a brilliantly white smile.
"Give her back, Riddle!" Draco yelled again, holding his arms out, keeping Harry from storming up there.
"You may visit her. After she becomes my wife." He said.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." The minister said, as fate sealed the two of them together.
Riddle took no haste, and kissed her, hard on the lips. He pulled back, Hermione slapping him.
"Extractio!" He yelled. Hermione floated up into the air again, a gold ball choking it's way out of her mouth. She descended, the gold ball returned, but only half of it. She stood for a few seconds, before dropping to her knees. All the occupants vacated the yard, except Riddle, Hermione, Harry, and Draco. Harry and Draco ran up to her; Draco supporting her up with his bloody hand.
"Hermione!" Harry begged uselessly, knowing she wasn't going to wake up. Her eyes opened, and flashed red, before watching a transformation overcome her. Her shoulder length curly hair stratightened and lengthned to her back, falling in silky black ringlets. Her eyes, which were a light brown, turned a dark grey, like a shadow, but a not completely black shadow. Her normal colored, rosy complexion turned pale and colorless.
Draco couldn't look at her, she looked almost like Bellatrix Black-Lestrange, his aunt. His Aunt Bellatrix had killed his mother just two months ago; he had curled himself up and cried, not noticing that he himself had curled up against everyone. He couldn't trust anyone again.
'Hermione' shoved Harry away, and stormed into the Manor. She obviously knew where she was going, and Riddle must have had it planned for a while. She acted as if she didn't know Harry, and that she was totally devoted to Riddle. It disgusted Harry. Since one half of the little golden ball reentered her, maybe she could get her old half to take over again.
Harry wanted the old Hermione back. The one he needed, the one who he cared about. The old Hermione who always knew what was wrong without asking, or the Hermione who would help him out of dry cracks. He knew, whoever Riddle had turned her into, was going to be evil. Her mind would be used for Dark Sorcery because Hermione did know a lot of spells, and it took Harry a long time to realize what good she did for the Light Side. But on the Dark Side, it was only a matter of minutes to come up with possibilities of what she could do.
Lady Voldemort
Chapter 1: Hermione Riddle and 'The Change'
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