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Lucius arrived with Hermione in his grasp to where the Dark Lord was impatiently waiting them. He was fuming! He was so close to getting the girl he lusts after, until his master decided that it was time to summon them. 'Really, he could have waited just a bit longer'. He thought savagely. He smirked and looked it the girl 'It is not like I would have taking that long, and I would have saved some for him of course'.

The Death Eater looked around. They seemed to be alone. 'Voldemort must have sent the others backs' he thought. 'Oh well, more for me' he smiled as he picked up Hermione and began walking to the end of the hall, where his master was waiting.

Hermione opened her eyes when they appeared. It was almost completely dark. The only lights were that of the moon and stars that could be seen thought the huge wholes in the building, but it was enough to see. She looked around as much as possible. Malfoy had put a binding charm on her so that she couldn't move and another so she couldn't talk. 'I supposed I must thank him', she thought bitterly 'now people would hear me scream, so I might died with a bit of dignity'

Just then he began to move though the darkness allowing Hermione to get a glimpse of where she was. It looked like a long tall hall. It had large windows on either side near the top but had only shards of glass near the frame still in it. It really looked like a church without the pews. 'How ironic' she snorted 'having a Death Eater meeting where they kill and torture innocence people in a place people pray for peace. It sounds just like him' the walls and floors were black and rotting, and rats and insects could be heard in dark corners. Hermione shivered; she HATED bugs and rats. Which is one of the reasons she was never upset over Ron's saying his rat was killed, only that it was her cat that killed him, then she was mad!

Malfoy stopped in front of the place where the altar would have been and she was dumped painfully on the cold, dirt floor. She landed on her stomach with her face turned away for the front so she couldn't see what was going on, only hear.

Lucius got down on the ground and bowed. "Master," he said not looking up. Even he was scared of what the Dark Lord could do, and didn't what to be a victim of the red snake like eyes that could kill in an instant "I have brought you the Mudblood girl. The best friend of Harry Potter, for you, master, to do what you wish". He reached over and turned Hermione over so that she faced the front. What she saw made she eyes widen and suddenly wishing that she was back in those woods being pined up against a tree while Lucius Malfoy raped her.

Where an altar would have been sat a large throne and in front of it was an old solid oak table. And in that throne sat the legendary Lord Voldemort. He was like something that Hermione had never seen before. She only heard from Harry and Dumdledore what he looked like and finally realized which Harry had to face for so many years. Harry. This was the reason that his life was so terrible. This was why his life ended so short and in such pain. 'Why?' was all she could ask as more tears fall down her cheeks, 'why?. And why did I live?. What purpose would it be to live only to die soon later, after terribly suffering'.

Voldemort was the stuff of nightmares. He was tall and thin. Perhaps 6'0,to 6'1 feet tall. He was ghostly pale skin that was stretched very tightly across his face that it looked like it was about to snap. He had no hair and a flat nose that looked like it belonged to a snake. But the thing that would haunt her forever was his eyes. They were blood red and had an eerie glow to them that would have made a serial killer like warm and inviting.

He looked upped and without even glancing it where Hermione laid shivering on he floor he turned to Lucius. "The Potter boy, Lucius the Potter boy" Hermione was paralyzed with fright. His voice so matched the eyes. It was like hearing a snake talking to you. Lucius sounded like Luccciussssssss. He got up and walked around the table to where Malfoy still lay kneeling. "Didn't I give you orders that he was NOT TO BE KILLED!!!" he thunder. Lucius sank to the floor, "Forgive me master, but we had the perfect opportunity. We couldn't let him go, it was our chance! To be rid of him permanently And the girl! I brought the girl for you!" He cried.

Voldemort starred at him with disgust and snarled, "He was mine! You fool! Mine!" He lifted his wand "Cruio" he screamed. Hermione flinched as Malfoy's screams filled the hall and echo around her. The Dark Lord did it twice more before he left Lucius a shivering pile on the floor covered in sweat. "Leave" he said, " the others got their punishment as well. The reason you got off you easily my old friend" he smirked the last part "was because of your loyal service though out the years. Now leave. And leave the girl here" Hermione closed her eyes, 'Not alone, not alone' she begged. 'Please someone find us. Please!!'

He continued, "Since I can't have the boy, I must make do with the girl". He smiled in his cruel turning of lips. He watched Lucius struggle to his feet and sway. "I can smell it on you. You want her, and you want her bad". The Death Eater flushed. Hermione cowered and Voldemort laughed. "Judging by her appearance" he glanced at her, "you didn't get want you wanted. Perhaps next time you shouldn't take what doesn't belong to you. Keep this lesson" he smiled tauntingly "it might come in handy".

Lucius fisted his fists together and clinked his teeth. He looked over at Hermione. 'So close' he thought as his eyes traveled her body, 'a few minutes longer and I could have been in her, surrounded by her tight body, gripping and squeezing my member as I exploded in her'. "Leave" Voldemort said softly. With one last glance he did.

With him gone his spells came off and you jumped to her feet, only now remembering Malfoy had her wand. 'What! Damn, my wand. He still has it' She looked around frantically looking for something that might help. There was nothing. She was alone. She was trapped. She was with the darkest wizard in one hundred years without a wand. She was going to die.

'I' am sorry guys. I can't do this, not alone. I' am not brave like you. I study, I read. I don't fight dark wizards' she cried in her mind. She had no more tears to cry on the outside. Hermione straightened her back 'If I die, I die proud like they did. They didn't beg. They died brave, and so will I'. She turned to Voldemort ready to face him and her mouth nearly fell open, he had his back to her! She was going though all this and he wasn't even looking at her. Now she was mad! Anyone who knew Hermione knew that her temper was a thing to be scared of and Voldemort had unsuspectingly triggered it.

"Well", she called to his back, calling herself every type of fool there every was. "Don't you even has the good grace to look at me after you brought me here. Or did no one ever teach the great Lord any manners" she said tauntingly.

I strange sound filled the room. It took a few second for Hermione to figure out what it was. ' Oh my God', she though, mouth open 'he was laughing'.

"If I was you my dear," he replied, still sounding amused, "I wouldn't be too much in a rush for me to turn around". Still not looking at her he continued making Hermione annoyed, "So after all this time I finally get the meet the famous Hermione Granger" Hermione winched at the sound of her name coming from his lips, "It is amazing that after all this time you and I had never got a chance to meet face to face. Amazing how we keep side stepping each other if you look at it". She could since he was smiling was had to resist rolling her eyes.

"Yes" she replied "amazing". It occurred to her the she was having, if anything, a somewhat civilized conversation with Lord Voldemort. 'So freaking wrong' she thought.

"If you don't mind" she said folding her arms across her chest and allowing some annoyance to enter her voice, "if you are going to kill me the kill my and get it over with shortly so that I can be with my friends again".

"You have a lot of courage" he spat, "and a lot of mouth". He turned, and for the first time Hermione Granger locked eyes with Lord Voldemort. She froze. She literary could not move, even if her life depended upon it. She could not break away from his eyes. He was the charmer and she the snake; he had her completely under control. After tearing her eyes away and shacking her head and blinking several times she looked back. Only to see a very different Lord Voldemort starring back.

Voldemort was staring at Hermione and she watched as different emotions flashed on his face. 'And Harry said he didn't have feelings' she though nervously. Wondering what could have happened.

She continued to watch, confusing, disbelief, horror, rage, sadness and most shocking of all happiness. 'What?'

Voldemort walked unsteadily towards the girl. 'It's her' he thought, his brain still unable to conclude what his eyes where telling him. 'It has to be her. All these years. It has to be her!' His breathing began to come faster. He searched her face. 'Beautiful, like I remember' he thought fondly. His eyes traveled her body and at last come to rest on her eyes, the same eyes that he remembered for the past 55 years. Hazel with sparks of gold in them, along with a thin layer of green surrounding the outside. 'The voice too!' his mine exploded, 'it is her voice to'. After 50 years the Dark Lord was once again looking at the one person he had ever loved.

Hermione stood frozen as his eyes traveled her body. His face held desperation in them that she couldn't explain. But it was making her nervous. She licked her lips. She saw him swallow and open his mouth, only to close it and swallow again. He stepped towards her. She stepped back. 'What is he playing at', Hermione thought angrily. 'Whatever it is it isn't going to work'. "What are you wanting for!" she all but shouted, trying to suppress a whimper that tried to come out as he continued to walk to her. Her back hit the wall. 'Dimmitt' she shouted in her mind, 'not again, I can't be that stupid. Where is the Order! They must have found the bodies by now. Are they even looking for me? Let them find me. Please. I don't know how much more of this I can take'.

"You!" he cried. Hermione shuddered. "Its you!" He grasped her shoulders and Hermione was instantly hit was a flash back of that night with Lucius. 'Not him. Malfoy would have been better this' her mind cried. She shook her head trying to deny the situation. "It is you!" he cried. Hermione wasn't listening, she was trying to block her mind from her surroundings but couldn't block out what Voldemort was throwing at her desperately, almost hysterically. "Everywhere. I tried everything to get to you. Everything! You were dead! They said you were killed! They lied! I did everything, looked everywhere! You! I did this all for you! So I could find you! So I could be with you! All for you!" He cried starring at her face.

She was sacred. He was mad, absolutely mad! What was he talking about? She began to cry. 'Why wont he kill me' she screamed 'why won't I die!'

"You left me! Why? I loved you!" he screamed his voice echoing though all parts of the hall. He stepped away from her slowly, panting, still unable to comprehend that she was here after all these years. His mind began to work faster. 'How?' he suddenly thought, 'she looks the same as I remember. How?' Then he saw it a tiny bit of gold that could be seen though her shirt. He reached for it.

Hermione calmed the moment he let her go. She was breathing fast and shaking. Lowering her head she began to take deep breaths. Calming herself she looked up just in time to see him start to reach for her shirt. She looked down and saw it. 'My time turner. How could I have forgotten about it' she thought, her eyes widened, 'a way to escape, a way to go back in time to start all this from happening'. Then she noticed him reaching for the same thing with huge eyes and mouth open. Suddenly everything he said came coming back. 'I go back in time. He falls in love with me. He does all this because of me'

Hermione launched herself away from the wall surprising Voldemort. She griped the time turner. It was a much more powerful one then she had in her third year. Dumbledore had given to her after the school year ended saying that it might come in handy at some time. It didn't only go back hours but years!

She knew what she had to do. She had to go back in time in when a young Voldemort went to school. Back to the early 1940's to when he wasn't Voldemort but Tom Riddle. If she could save the past she would get her present back. She turned the time turner. Her last image was of the Dark Lord watching with wide eyes knowing exactly what was happening.