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Chapter 2 – A deed accomplished
Voldemort stared in amazement at the figure standing before him. He could not believe his eyes; had never imagined that she would succeed… but she had, and the proof was right before him, smirking.
The mudblood did it! She, the sidekick of Harry Potter and shining example of everything that opposed him, had provided him with the ultimate weapon, and her achievement would ensure his victory.
"Can you…"
"Of course I can" he heard himself reply, "What do you think I am, a puppet?"
"Sorry, I'm just a little…"
"Overwhelmed?"
"You could say that"
"She did a really good job; I have all your… my… our powers. That will be a little complicated in the future,"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, neither of us has the urge to get killed by that poor excuse for a saviour of mankind, so we will have to coexist… unless it was your plan to let me go after the boy and just linger in the background to make sure I didn't survive…"
"How could you think that of me?" Voldemort hissed, looking offended.
"Because it is what I would have done."
Two Voldemorts stared one another down before suddenly breaking into laughter.
All the Death Eaters present felt a wave of dread pass over them. The sight of a madman laughing could only bode ill. But watching two madmen that possessed more power than anyone present could fathom caused more than one Death Eater to question the wisdom of remaining loyal to the Dark side; and one or two to change their pants
"So," the newly arrived Dark Lord asked smirking, "would you please enlighten me, oh powerful, what is your plan for our victory?"
"Well" the answer came in the same voice with a similar expression on a similar evil face "I will confront that brat and destroy him once and for all. And if I fail, you will step in and finish him off. He will never have enough power to win against two of us!"
"So you get all the glory?"
"If I beat him, we will both share the glory. If I lose, then you will have your chance, fair enough?"
"Ok scull face, you got yourself a deal" the clone shouted and a "high-five" echoed through the vast hall causing more Death Eaters to need an urgent replacement of trousers.
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Hermione had hoped that they would stop once she obeyed his orders. She hoped that they would just kill her. But they did not; they kept her alive, they got used to their willing toy.
And they played with her, abused her, hurt her, raped her, just to see how much she could take. They wanted to hear her scream in agony, pain, terror, and scream she did. She did everything they ordered her to do, but the more she obeyed, the more atrocious their sick ideas became.
She had served her purpose, but they promised her that she would live to see the Dark Lord rule the entire world, that she would not die until they found something better to replace her.
"But don't count on that too much my dear," Lucius Malfoy said, laughing after she had satisfied his perverted needs once more, "It seems like you've found your final profession here!"