A/N: Hey this SDFD here, did you enjoy the other chappies? I hope so, anyway read on!!!
Hermione winced as the Cruciatus (sp?) Curse hit her, her throat raw from her previous screams, her body exhausted as well as her mind and nerves, Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange were ruthless in their quest for information, she tried giving them false leads……..it didn't work, they simply tortured her more, each time more painful than the last.
"I told you," Hermione rasped, dried tears staining her pale cheeks, "I didn't tell anyone I was coming here, in case I was wrong."
"The Mudblood, wrong?" Lucius gasped in mock surprise, as Bellatrix laughed scathingly, he sneered and kicked Hermione in the side, "well, I never would have thought it."
"Yes, the know-it-all, Golden Mudblood," Bellatrix taunted, waving her wand around mockingly, "it's a goddamned miracle, but you were right, and the Dark Lord's ever so pleased to have you here…..almost as if you were an honoured guest."
"Pity, I was hoping to be hated," Hermione spat, yelping as Lucius kicked her again, more viciously.
"Never mock the Dark Lord," he smirked, loving the sound of the eighteen year old in pain.
"Oh because being in his good books is all I care ab-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Hermione's screams echoed around the Malfoy dungeon and throughout the house, reaching the youngest Malfoy of all, who winced at the sound.
Draco was in his room, glaring hatefully at the tattoo on his left forearm, his mark, the Dark Lord's.
He covered it hastily as someone knocked on his door, it could only be one person because it was soft and light, not harsh and demanding.
"Come in Amethyst," Draco sighed, his voice tired and strained.
The door handle turned and in stepped an exact replica of Hermione Granger, but this girl was a pureblood, had chocolate eyes instead of honey and most of all had no recollection of her past, the Death Eaters had taken her in at the thought of her being useful. She was holding a tray with a plate of food on it.
"I got you food, 'cause you missed dinner," Amethyst smiled brightly, pointing to the food, her curly hair bouncing.
"Not hungry," Draco grunted, running a hand through his white blonde hair.
"I'll leave it for lat-" she was cut off.
"Get out of my room," Draco hissed coldly, glaring out the window as another scream echoed round the Manor.
"But-"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
Amethyst fled, Draco hated the way she always, always tried to please everyone, she was the exact opposite of Hermione in personality, the Dark Lord's plan would never work, they may look the same, but other than that they were like black and white, no areas of grey mixed in.
Another knock sounded on the door, he groaned.
"Come in," Draco muttered, just loud enough for the person to hear.
The door opened and in stepped his mother, he stood immediately and smoothed his dark green robes, he nodded respectfully and Narcissa did the same.
"Draco, the Dark Lord wishes to speak with you," she said calmly, though there was a hint of strain in her voice, it was obvious the stress of having the angry Dark Lord living in the Manor was getting to her.
"Yes, mother," Draco replied, his voice clear of any emotion.
The pair walked out the room and down the large, sweeping staircase, Draco about a foot taller than his mother who was 5'2, her hair slightly darker than his, but blonde all the same, though they both had the same slightly pointed nose. They soon arrived outside a pair of grand door and Draco sucked in a breath and pushed the doors open and strode in, looking neutral, though his silvery blue eyes flicked from the bloody body of Hermione Granger to the Dark Lord who was smirking triumphantly, Amethyst at his side who looked forlorn, her chocolate eyes fixed the floor.
Draco bowed as he reached the Dark Lord's feet, trying to ignore Hermione's whimpers from beside him, he could feel her honey eyes fixed on her bowing figure and he knew what she was thinking, pathetic.
"My Lord," Draco said, straightening up, "what have I done to have the honour of meeting with you face to face?"
"I have a very important task for you Draco," the Dark Lord smirked, his blood red eyes flicking to Hermione briefly.
"It'd be humble honour to perform a task for my Lord," Draco replied, blocking is mind from Voldemort as fear and dread filled his body and splashed through his veins.
"I need you to take care of the Mudblood," Voldemort sneered, "considering you're old friends and all."
"Your masterful plan is to go into action then, my Lord?" Draco asked, smirk in place.
"Oh yes," Voldemort chuckled, pointing his wand lazily at Hermione, "Memoria Verto."
Hermione screamed hoarsely as a thin stream of blue light came out of her head and into a bottle, this small vile was full, Draco watched this with no expression, though on the inside he was revolted and horrified.
"Your childhood and most of your Hogwarts will be very useful to our little plan, Miss Granger," Voldemort laughed cruelly as Hermione whimpered in pain, her strong façade fading.
"Wha-what d-d-d-o you wa-wa-wa-want with th-them?" she whispered, her small delicate hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Well, you see Amethyst here," Voldemort chuckled, gesturing to the girl beside him, "is going to pretend to be you in order to one: set Potter and Weasley against each other, and two: feed us information about the Order and Potter, quite ingenious if I do say so myself."
"It won't work!" Hermione spat, gasping as Lucius kicked her in the head.
"Of course it will," Voldemort replied, waving a pale hand dismissively, "now, Monumentum Abeo."
Voldemort pointed his wand at Amethyst and Hermione's memories soared from the vial and into Amethyst's head, the girl's eyes went wide and she collapsed to the cold marble floor, overwhelmed by the amount of new information in her brain, she had an identity, one that wasn't hers, but she thought it was.
She was now Hermione Jean Granger.
A/N: Please review and Amethyst belongs to me and Zippyzip so nuh!!! pokes tongue out childishly Hope you enjoyed!!!
Oh and Memoriun Verto means Memory Exchange and Monumentum Abeo means Memory Change
Crappy I know hehe
