DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Kidnapped
Chapter 13
Hermione and Lucius walked through the castle, unaware of Voldemort's betrayal. Lucius' hand was resting on the small of her back and he was leading her to see Harry.
"What do you think of him?" she asked him randomly.
"I'm sorry?" he asked politely.
"Voldemort. What do you think of him?"
"He is my Lord."
"No, that's a description. What do you think of him?"
"Hermione, you have to understand that my Lord is aware of all betrayals. Verbal, physical or mental."
"Ahh. So, you mean that you want to say something bad about him, you just can't."
"No comment." He said, slyly.
They entered the dungeon and Hermione ran up to Harry, still chained to the wall.
"Harry!" she squealed. She roped her arms around his neck and almost choked him.
"Mione." He wheezed out and she released him.
"You okay?" she asked him, whilst Lucius left the room, but locked the door.
"Me? What about you?"
"Oh, I'm fine, I am."
"You sure?"
"Yes, already. I'm gonna get you out of here. Even if I have to stay here."
"No, Mione, I'm staying, you're going. That's the end of it."
"Neither of you is going." Voldemort's voice said. Hermione turned around and saw Voldemort's surprisingly calm face.
"Let Harry go." Hermione bravely ordered.
"Why? So he can run to the great and mighty Order and tell them where we are? So he can live?"
"Preferably both." She said simply.
"Hermione. My Hermione. He's not going anywhere. And neither are you. Except with me." He clasped her arm in a vice grip and dragged her form the room.
"No!" she screamed. "Let him go! Let him go!"
"Let her go! Leave her alone, you bd! Leave her alone!"
"Oh, be quiet, Harry." Voldemort snapped tiredly, and they left the room.
"Let me go." Hermione said to him, trying to separate his fingers from her arm.
"Hermione, a moment ago, you were asking me to let Potter go. Make up your mind, please." He said simply, turning a corner and Lucius started to walk the other side of Hermione.
"Where are we going, now?" Hermione complained.
"We thought we'd show you around if you are to be my wife."
"Again with the 'wife' thing. I'm not going to marry you!"
"You'll do as your told." Voldemort hissed at her.
Over the next hour or two, Voldemort and Lucius showed Hermione more or less every inch of the castle, until she knew it by heart.
"How old is this castle?" Hermione asked, examining a portrait. Voldemort came up behind her and handed her a glass of red-ish liquid. She sipped it and then coughed.
"Firewhiskey, my dear." Voldemort answered as she covered her mouth to cough.
"I guessed." Hermione said and returned to examining the portrait.
"The castle is almost as old as magic itself." Lucius told her, coming from behind her as Voldemort did, holding a glass of Firewhiskey from himself.
"Wow." Hermione said simply and let the two men lead her along the corridors. "What's going to happen to Harry?"
"A grim subject." Voldemort told her.
"What's going to happen to him?" she demanded.
"He is my enemy. What would you do to your enemies?"
"Not torture or kill them if that's what you're thinking."
"Really, Hermione, that's what enemies are for." Lucius explained.
"I'm not gonna let you hurt Harry." She insisted.
"Yes, I have no doubt." Voldemort sneered, with little venom.
"Why do you hate him?"
"Why does he hate me?"
"You killed his parents, rendering him an orphan, making him live with his horrible only living relatives that made him live in a cupboard under the stairs. You killed a close friend of his when you regained your body. You've tried to kill him - 1, 2, 3 - 4 times and he's narrowly escaped you all 4 times. That's why."
"Well -"
"No! You only hate him because you heard a fake prophecy created by a fraud Seer! That's the only reason and that doesn't even count as a reason!" Hermione screeched, and stormed off.
"Follow her, Lucius. Don't let her leave the grounds or visit Potter." Voldemort ordered, swallowing the whole glass of his Firewhiskey in one long gulp.
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Hermione went back to her room that Voldemort and Lucius had showed her, and picked out a dress to change into for the uncomfortableness in her school uniform. It was a long black flowing silk dress, far past floor length, accompanied by small heeled shoes. And she didn't notice that it was identical to the one in her dream until she looked into a mirror.
"Oh, my God."
"Yes, Hermione." Came Lucius' voice from the doorway. "The dream you had wasn't a dream. But a premonition." He explained.
Hermione spun around and backed against the wall. Lucius closed the door a little behind him and began to advance on the brunette. Lucius got to her, and leant one arm against the wall behind her and leant his face close to hers. As he leant in to kiss her, she kneed him in the crotch and ran out the door.
Hermione ran through the corridor from her premonition. The rhythmic click of her heels in the stone floor matched her heartbeat, racing and unnerved.
Hermione shot through the corridor, knowing where she was going. She came to a T-junction and turned left, into the stairwell.
She burst into the small room and stopped against the banister. She peered up the stairs. Nothing. But the footsteps behind her were getting closer. The voices of her chasers grew louder. She had no choice but to go down or up.
As she was about to run down the stairs, the door at the bottom of the stairs opened, and Snape's face came into view.
"Up there!" he ordered to his followers.
Hermione then started to run up the carpeted stairs, clinging to the banister, occasionally tripping over the hem of her dress. The door 2 floors below her, the door she had come from, burst open and, Malfoy followed by Draco and Rodolphus came into the room. Snape, Crabbe and Goyle met with the other 3 Death Eaters and they all proceeded to chase Hermione.
They were slowly but surely gaining on her, but, like her, they were tiring. She got to the top and exited the stairwell. She eventually came to a balcony, over-looking the hundreds of acres the castle was placed in the centre of.
The steps of her chasers got dangerously close. She climbed up onto the edge as the door blew open behind her.
"Get down!" Snape ordered, his wand pointed straight at her. "Get down, NOW!!"
"Fine." she simply said.
And she jumped off the balcony.
"Oh, my God." She thought. "What the hell did I do that for?!" she screamed inside her head.
Suddenly, an arm roped around her waist and a soft familiar voice spoke to her.
"Gotcha." Sirius' voice said cheerily. "Welcome on board Black's Broom Services." He greeted and they started to fly off.
"Thank Merlin you came, Sirius."
"Anytime, Hermione. Where's Harry?"
"He's in the dungeons. We have to-" she began, but Sirius beat her to it.
"It's okay. 10 of our men are already there, disguised as Death Eaters."
And he took her back to 12 Grimmauld Place.