DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Kidnapped
Epilogue
The day that Hermione died, the world was definitely less bright. To Voldemort, it was a day of war. Of hatred.
Her funeral took place at midnight the next day. Only Voldemort attended, for he didn't tell anyone else. He had dressed her in a black knee length silk dress, and high stilettos. He buried her in a pure marble and silk coffin, under a huge Willow tree in his private gardens and summoned a beautifully carved headstone.
"Here lies Hermione Jane Granger
Beautiful, Intelligent and Caring
A wonderful friend
And a better wife"
Voldemort visited her every Sunday evening, rain or shine, snow or hail and spoke to her. She would never answer, she couldn't even listen, but it soothed his pain, so he imagined whenever he spoke to her: she gave an answer. When he would greet her, he imagined she greeted him back. When he asked her how she was, she would always say 'fine' and ask how he was.
He had succeeded in dominating the world within a year of Hermione's death. He had assigned his Inner Circle members of rulers of certain parts of the world, Lucius ruling America. The only reason Voldemort did that was because he wanted said Death Eater as far away as possible. He thought about Australia, but he already gave Rabastan Lestrange the country.
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Sequel will be coming when I have written at least 6 chapters. Sorry for the lame ending.