NOTE: Hi guys! I'M BACK! So first of all thank you for the lovely reviews, I really appreciate them. So I have received a review where the person asks why I have marked this as complete. Why? I don´t know? I think I did that because I did a little pause so…just for the heck of I marked it as complete-for now- though now I have almost all the time of the world to write. Though I might not have time from the 20th to the 3rd of August because of my studies and stuff, tell my boyfriend about it. And since I am in this 'group' of writers in yahoo.
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Chapter 9: The Painful Truth
"Is it you? It´s YOU?!"
Oh uh.
Hermione watched with terror as she recognized the pale man lying on the floor with chains. Voldemort smirked as he saw his victory come closer and closer. He took the now paralyzed hand of her beloved fiancé. The green hazel eyes of the imprisoned man stared at them with hatred and shock.
¡¿HARRY?! What the Hell is he doing here?
Finally. I have waited 16 fucking years for THIS moment.
"Harry?"
"Who?"
"Harry!?"
"Potter?!"
TAM TAM!
"Hermione?! So it´s true! You are married to him! How could you?!"
"Harry, please,"
"No! Why Hermione? Why?"
"Harry, just listen,"
"Look at you! You are wearing a fancy dress with jewels and holding as if nothing happened his freaky bloody hand! You are a whore! A little fucking traitor! You are nothing more than a bitch!"
No, no, no, this can´t be happening. Just….NO.
HOW….DARE HE CALL HER LIKE THAT!? In front of ME!
"ENOUGH!" Voldemort's voice boomed throughout the room, making both shut up in an instant. Voldemort let go of Hermione's hand and saw as she broke down onto the floor, crying. He looked at Bellatrix, commanding her to make her feel better by using Legilimens. Bellatrix came to her Lady and got her up and sat her on the chair beside her husband's throne.
"Mrs. Riddle, everything will be all right. Potter will pay for this. I promise the Dark Lord will take care of this. He won´t go to hell unpunished. Here drink coffee. " Bellatrix calmed her down, rubbing her back, and giving her the coffee.
Yes. He…WILL pay.
She thought as she silently cried. Hermione hugged Bellatrix for support so she wouldn't fall from the chair too. Bellatrix sent Potter deadly glares, in hope he would get the most painful death in this bloody world. She looked at Voldemort, who was now literally fuming.
EOIJnfiOOIEGNoGJPQAEQTNPAGInaosqpeoooONsoiwnethoin xssa!
He was so angry he couldn´t even think like he did, normally.
KILL HIM!
Hermione slowly turned around with her puffy red eyes from crying to face her husband. They stared for a moment before she turned her gaze upon Harry and sent him her killing glare.
Harry stared surprised at them both, since when did they develop this…bond or whatever it is?
Voldemort slowly neared the unlucky boy with his usual red eyes, though now they were literally red as human blood.
"Potter, you will pay."
"I would rather die than marrying you!"
"Quiet!" He silenced him again.
"Death Eaters, you know what you have to do." He said drily. All of them started to throw crucio at him as their Lord sat on his respective throne beside his wife who was now smiling evilly as she watched Harry scream. He stared at her eyes as she smiled at the sight of the boy who would not die, die slowly, in agony, his screams echoing in the room, music to Voldemort's ears.
Harry cried, the last thing he would ever see in his cursed life was as Voldemort hugged Hermione who was staring at him, though not with care or love, in fact, those eyes were blinded with the darkness of her husband's heart.
Hermione watched the lifeless body of Harry Potter; lay in HER Great Hall, his eyes had tears. She approached the boy with her husband. That was it. The war between the light and the dark had ended, in front of her own eyes.
All this time…I thought I was destined to be with the good ones but… now I see that…all that´s in me is just… darkness.
Lucius stared at Potter as their Lord and Lady got to their room.
"Is he dead?" Dolohov asked.
"He can´t be deadlier than this."
Later…
"What a day." Hermione said as she laid her head on the comfortable pillow.
"No shit Sherlock." Tom joked as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm so tired." Hermione murmured before falling asleep.
"Good night, Hermione."
"Good night Tom." She barely whispered.
That exact morning…
Tom opened his slowly opened his eyes. He had never slept this good in years, too busy chasing Potter.
He looked at the witch wrapped in his embrace, but then something surprised him. They weren´t in their green blankets, the room was completely different.
What the bloody hell?
While he gazed at his surroundings he felt something big pressing against his chest only to find something even more shocking.
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?
In the next chapter…
"What happened?"
"HOW?"
"Hello! You must be our new neighbors!"
"Ok, what the fuck?"
"Mama! Papa!"
"It isn´t as bad as I thought it would be…"
TO BE CONTINUED