Chapter 4

Azkaban Breakout?!

Yesterday night thirty of the most notorious death eaters encluding Belatrix Lestrange, Rodolfus Lestrange, Rabatan Lestrange, and Peter Pettigrew, escaped Azkabab! How? Nobody knows. Much speculation has occured. Though no solid proof has been found. Some are saying they had help. Others say that the dementors freed them. Either way is scary. First the kidnapper in black now this? When will are era of terror be over?

Rita Skeeter

"Azkaban break out? I'm guessing you had something to do with this Tom?" Hermione said coldly.

Tom ignored the coldness in her stare and smiled. "You supposed right. My loyal servants are coming back to me." Tom smile grew into a predatoral smile. "They will be quite pleased to know that I have two available girls for marriage."

Rose chocked on her cereal. "I'm sorry?" She said staring at Tom incredulously.

"You need to be married by seventeen. It's best to get you a suitor soon. Preferably your age." He considered them for a moment. "It will be hard to find you both husbands. Most likely only one of you will marry." He mumbled.

Rose finished her cereal quickly not wanting to hear anymore.

-Two week time skip-

"Tell me." Tom said dangerously, fingering his wand.

"I don't know what your talking about." The man spat out.

"You know exactly what I am talking about Lupin." Tom's wand was pointed at Lupins throat.

"I don't-"

"Cruccio." Tom hissed.

Lupin screamed his throat bloody. He clawed at himself scratching his arms and legs.

Tom released him, smiling to him self as he did so. Lupin laid on the cold dungeon floor panting.

"Now where is he?" Tom said delicately. His smile never left his face. Lupin looked so broken. It was a good idea to get him barely a day after the full moon, and to have Wormtail kidnapp him made it all the more ironic.

"Somewhere in America." Lupin whispered.

Tom's smile turned feral. "You have been much help Lupin, to bad I must end it here. Avada Kadavra!"

"That is what happens Hermione when you don't listen. He will torture you. I promise he will. So you must obey." Rose's eyes looked cold once more. She was absolutely terrifying. Hermione stood up straight. She needed to get use to it if she was to survive.

She locked eyes with Rose. "I understand." In that moment something changed in Hermione. Her eyes seemed to shatter in to tiny pieces. Yet they still reflected a soul. A dead soul. Her soul was broken beyond repair. Maybe if she was older she wouldn't have broken so easily. But a child's innocence was taken that day. Her will to fight diminished with her ever changing feelings.

"Good. Come on Hermione we have to study. Tom will be quizzing us on are etiquette skills soon. We must be ready."

Tom sighed Hermione finnaly broke. It would be easier to be bend her will now that she was much more capable. Oh this was great. But he nedded a way of hiding her image. Both their images. He could easily claim to be there father. But that wouldn't work out to well. He looked far to young to be there father. He scowled. Maybe he could be there godfather. Yes that could work.

He would claim them to be sisters. Dye Hermione's hair dark red. Give her muggle contacts. Wizards would never guess that he would use muggle means. The old man would never suspect him to even think of muggle means.

He doesn't even know Tom's true goal in the war. He thinks its the slaughter of muggleborns . But Tom isn't stupid. He knows with out muggleborns half the wizarding population is gone. With out both muggleborns and halfbloods a quarter is gone. It only leaves purebloods. Sooner or later magic will fade from them with out any more fresh blood. Tom refused to be the reason magic faded from the world.

Dumbledore's morales aren't all that nice either. Making everyone believe that the world is split between good and evil. But it isn't. The world is full of grey.

So Tom would take her to a muggle salon in America. While getting her hair dyed he would look around for the stupid dog.

"Girls! Get your coats were going to America I want you ready in ten minutes."

Rose grinned when she heard Tom shout. He rarely ever left the country, and never had he taken her before. Now she gets to share that experience with Hermione.

America! She practically skipped to her closet. "Hermione its really cold in America right now right? So maybe we should wear trench coats and scarths. Just to be safe." Rose turned to see Hermione looking confused. "What?" Rose asked.

"I'm not sure what to wear. You mentioned that Tom only setteled for the best. I-I-I'm not sure how to look my best." Hermione said.

Rose could only stare at her. Slowly she walked to Hermione's closet and grabbed a black trench coat and blood red scarf. "Put the coat on so I could tie your scarf." Hermione shrugged as she grabbed the coat and put it on.

It took ten minutes to get Hermione's hair up. Rose ended up putting it into a knoted bun that took thirty seconds

Rose ran down the stairs in her white trench coat and black scarf. Her hair was put up in a pony tail. "Good you girls are dressed. We're going to Colorado." He grabbed there arms and they apparated away.

Hermione slipped the moment she landed. Rose stumbled along with her. Tom grabbed them both. "We are dying your hair Hermione. Your name is Elizabeth Aster Potter. You are Rose's twin both your parents died a few weeks ago. I am your godfather fatherr. You have your story remember it. Understood? Good."

Rose hated the salon. It was painfully bright, gossip could be heard from everywhere. Worst of all it was freezing in here. Of all the salons Tom brought them here. Thanks Tom. She thought sarcastically. Tom had left the minute he signed them in, something about getting that stupid mut.

Rose watched as the lady doing Hermione's hair took out the bun she put on Hermione.

Rose wondered how Hermione felt about all this. She was forced into it rather then growing up with these morals and had praticly forced a new identity on her. Though Rose did have a part in it to. She was the one who said she wanted a friend.

Rose must admit Hermione had grown on her. She had only known her for a few weeks but there time together had been some of her best memories.

Did she regret having Hermione kidnapped? No not really. She found nothing wrong with this. It happends everywhere. Kids are always being kidnapped. There is nothing anybody could do about it.

Thank you everyone who has read my story. You guys are the best. I have to say this is loosely based on Lily and the art of being Sisyphus. An amazing fanfiction by Carnivorous muffin. Though there are slight similarities this story will be for the most part original.