DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
A/N: Okay, I've decided to finish the story spontaneously. Any objections? No? No? No? Good.
Chapter 22
Tom laid Hermione back against the pillows of their bed and looked down at her. Tear tracks run from her eyes glistened against her skin in the candlelight. Her face was pale and made her look ill, not to mention the loss of weight and sad expression on her face made it worse.
"Milord?" called a voice from the doorway.
Tom looked over his shoulder and glared at Bella. "What do you want, Lestrange?"
"I've got your mail."
"I hardly think that mail is important contending against helping my wife who was forced to have an abortion."
"She was pregnant?"
"Jealous?"
"To be honest; no. I don't want children."
"Hmmm, of course you don't. But then again - one time after we f8cked, you did say 'let me have your child, milord'. Do you forget?"
"I...I had forgot that I had said that."
"Get out, Bella."
"Milord, I think you need to read this letter."
"Do you presume to know what I need?"
"Of course not, milord, but I think that it might...interest you if you read it."
Tom got up and stormed over to Bella, snatching the envelope from her hand and slamming the door in his servant's face. He walked back over to Hermione, put the letter on top of the side table and sat down on the bed. He debated in his mind whether he wanted or didn't want to see what Hermione went through on the day of her abortion. Deciding that he wanted to share her pain, he entered her mind.
He landed on his feet harshly, but then fell down on impact. When He stood up and had brushed Himself down, Tom saw Hermione bound to a bed. She was leant up a bit, her legs parted and a hospital gown on her. He looked over to a cabinet where a Matron was bustling through a cabinet and muttering to herself. Potter was sitting on a chair next to His wife, holding her hand. Jealousy and rage spiked through Tom as He saw Harry gently stroking Hermione's hand as she stirred and awoke. Harry stood up and smiled down at her, and she smiled back a little.
"Harry?" she whispered and Tom had to move closer so He could hear them.
"Hi, Hermione."
"Where am I?"
"Medical Ward."
"Why?" Before Harry could answer, the Matron burst into the awkward moment carrying a tray with a single vial on it. As soon as Hermione looked at it she knew what was going on and started screaming. "No!! Let me go!"
"Hermione, you have to calm down."
"Why the hell should I calm down?!"
"Because it's going to hurt a bit anyway but if you struggle, it'll be worse."
"NOOOOO!!" Hermione screamed.
The Matron took the vial from the tray, which she had put on the table next to them and held it out in front of Hermione, who turned her head away.
"Hermione, drink the potion." Harry said calmly.
"No."
"Drink the potion, Miss Granger." The Matron snapped.
"NO!"
"Hermione, don't make us do anything that we'll regret."
"No." she answered quietly.
Harry sighed behind her and pulled out his wand. "I'm sorry about this, Hermione. Imperio."
The strange and unpleasant feeling of the First Unforgivable Curse washed over her and an alienated version of her voice filled her head.
"Drink the potion."
"No."
"Drink the potion!"
"No! It'll kill my baby."
"DRINK THE POTION!"
"NOOO!!"
But the voice was too commanding and Hermione turned her head slowly. The Matron put the vial's rim against her lips and tilted her head back. After a few struggled gulps, Harry lifted the Curse and Hermione began to struggle again.
"No, Hermione, you have to keep drinking."
"No! Get away from me!"
"Miss Granger, calm yourself!" she practically forced the whole vial head into Hermione's mouth and tipped back forcefully. Only to avoid choking did Hermione give in and drink, but with tears falling from her eyes. As soon as all the potion was gone, the Matron put the vial back on the tray and lay a towel between Hermione's legs.
"Harry, please, don't. You can't do this! Not to a baby!"
"Hermione, it's evil. Anything from Tom Marvolo Riddle needs to be killed."
"It's just a baby!" she screamed as a horrible pain ripped through her stomach and lower abdomen. She shot forward at the force and began to weep as the potion took effect. Tom was clenching His fingers so hard into His hands that His fingernails were cutting into his palms and making them bleed. He walked over to His wife that began to bleed and ran His knuckles down her shaking arm. Of course she couldn't feel Him but it sort of soothed Him. After a few minutes of screaming and bleeding, the process was over and Harry put a strong Sleeping Charm on Hermione. And Tom left her mind.
Tom landed back sitting on the bed and breathed harshly. He promised Himself, and Hermione, that they would pay.
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The Order had been chained to the walls in the dungeons and a collar around each of their necks that completely depleted their magical stores.
"This is not good, guys!" Ron snapped.
"Oh, do shut up Ronald!" McGonagall snapped. Everyone was surprised as it was a rare occasion that Minerva snapped at anyone besides Tonks or Sirius.
"How do we get out?" Remus asked, trying to pull on the chains but they barely moved.
"I'm afraid that's not possible." sounded Tom's voice. Everyone looked up to the door and saw a fuming and red eyed Tom Riddle. He stormed over to Harry, ripped the chains form the wall with His bare hands, dragged Harry by his hair to the middle of the room, threw him to the floor and began to Crucio him. "I saw what you did to My wife." He hissed lowly so only Harry could hear Him.
"How...did you...see?" he panted, trying to sit up but Tom kicked him down again.
"That's not really any of your concern, is it, Potter?" Tom kicked him in the face again and broke his nose. Harry roared in pain and cupped his face whilst Tom crouched down and scratched His chin. "Now let me tell you something, Potter - when Hermione wakes up and when I bring her down here, I'll let her kill you. And makes no mistake - she will want to." He said, standing up straight, stepping over Harry and walked to the door. "Chain him up again." He ordered the two guards and they did so.