Title: Precious Possession

Rating: M

Summary: After Harry Potter is defeated by Voldermort, the wizarding world is in great despair, the purebloods rule, while the rest are reduced to slavery. Hermione Granger, once a hero, now a slave, has just been brought by the mysterious Blaise Zabini. Her real journey now begins….here's a story of love and possession.

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Chap 2: A Secret Room

Work at Zabini Manor was much easier then I thought. All I had to do was dust around the house and clean closets, which Elizabeta helped me with. My self esteem grew ever since Elizabeta cast, it seem to cast away the reminder of my previous owner.

Only till one day, did I see a room on the third floor; while cleaning around of the second floordid my curiosity get the best of me.

I went to the door, which had an engraved Z on it, and grabbed the gold knob. I twisted it and opened the door, and I first noticed it was…..dark. The curtains were black, and I could the sunlight trying to break in. I went to the curtains and opened them. I then noticed how destroyed the room was. There was a bed in the middle, but was it ripped and the blankets were shredded. All over the room were pictures, some cut some bent. The walls were stained and clothes were also thrown around. I bent down and picked a picture. It was a woman with fair skin and black, curly hair, and in it was a man with brown hair and dark skin, he had indigo eyes. They were both smiling and laughing. I looked at the back of the picture which read: September 26, 1977, Tuscany, Italy

All of a sudden, I felt myself being pulled up and found myself face to face with Blaise Zabini. His handsome face was wrapped in anger.

"Why are you here? Who told you to come here? Answer me, damn it!" He shook me as though I was a rag doll, his grip getting tighter and tighter.

All I managed out was. "I-I-I don't know."

"GET OUT!" He roared and I scrambled away, trying to get far as I can away from the room.

I later found myself telling my story to Elizabeta "…..He told me to get out and I don't know….I just ran." I finished my story and looked over to Elizabeta who had a worried look on her face.

"Oh dear…." I gave her a puzzled look. What was that suppose to mean? I thought.

"I should have told you about that room. It once belonged to Luciana and Andres Zabini, Blaise's parents. Blaise's father died when he was 6, I don't think he really got over the death of his father. His mother soon moved out and remarried….quite a few times actually. She's expected to get married next year, if I'm right. Well anyway, his mother was under suspicion during the whole time. I mean it was a particular death." I looked at her and questioned her more about it.

"What do you mean? How did he die?" She sighed deeply and her eyes darkened.

"Yes well one nighthe was-"The clock rang and both me and Elizabeta looked at the clock. I wanted to to know more.

"Ah, dinnertime." She got up from my bed and came to me. "We don't want to be late." I dreaded going to serve Mr. Zabini his dinner. After what happened earlier, I didn't want to face him.

I grabbed the plates from the houselves who were working in the kitchen, which I greatly disapproved of. They still didn't manage to get their rights? My mind quickly changed from house elves to Mr. Zabini as I saw him at the table looking at papers on the table as though they were something important. I put his plate on the side, trying not to distract him. But I almost dropped the plate when I felt him grabbed my wrist.

He grabbed my wrist almost painfully, where I could feel bruises being formed. He looked into my eyes.

"Don't ever go into that room again." Was all he simply said to me, all I could do was nod.

He continued to gaze at me, and finally let go of my wrist. His gaze now went back to the papers.

I hurried around to the hallway, not wanting him to see me. I rubbed my wrist which was sore.

This Mr. Zabini, I thought to myself, is sure a mysterious man…….

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