Chapter 27
Lord Voldemort sat comfortably in his chambers in front of the warm fire. His leg crossed over the other, he slumped into his chair, glass of whiskey in his left hand. His right hand held an enchanted, silver, mirror, decorated with scattered, tiny emeralds and diamonds. It once belonged to his dear 'friend' Abraxes, but now belonged to him since he found it hidden away in Lucius' office.
"Hermione..." He whispered to it in parslemouth.
Like every other time in the past three weeks, the mirror showed him an image of a tired and ragged looking Hermione, working away in the library.
Ever since the escapade in the dungeons, where Hermione had stuck up to him and had defended her friends, she had refused to speak with him. Apparently, that crucio had indeed given her the realistic reminder of who he had become over the last fifty years without her and her memory.
Severus had been fast in making those ajoining rooms to the library so after she'd passed out in his arms, that's where he'd taken her. He'd waited patiently for a few minutes for her to wake up. He hadn't known what to expect from her, but he would now take anything other than her silence.
At first, he thought he'd finally cracked through her hard exterior, when Dolohov had held her back and she was forced to watch the torture of her closest friends. But, no, it just made her want to fight him more.
Instead, his crucio had been what did it. He had never harmed her. And in doing so he... broke her heart.
His Dark Lordness, should be happy! Apart from the fact that Bellatrix was still at home fast asleep, however. Three weeks ago, he proved he was still his evil self, and cared nothing for the girl from his past, and had tortured her friends and herself. Dolohov and Lucius would have what happened spread out throughout the death eater's ranks, therefor exterminating any rumours that he was losing his powers in any way.
It was a victory!
Yet he didn't feel the triumph he should have.
No. Instead he felt down right rotten.
He kept repeating to himself, that if it hadn't been for his soul repairing, he never would have felt anything for the girl once she got back, and wouldn't have any such remorse issues that he had now.
Now he resorted to going to his chambers after a day of paperwork and dealing with his death eaters, poured himself a glass of whiskey, picked up his mirror, and observed the girl he'd lost.
She only seemed to eat when the house elf ordered to help her, made her. She worked from the second she got up, straight through the day, until she finally had to retreat to her bed due to her body's tiredness.
The library, at least, had never looked so amazingly clean and orderly.
But he'd have to confront her once she finished. Which would be soon.
What else could he have her do?
She couldn't very well be set to cleaning up Hogwarts for the rest of her days and his (something he'd have to repair soon, he couldn't have a limited amount of days in his life!).
It was then, that night, that Lord Voldemort made the worst possible decision of his life, and probably the most desperate. It was his only way of keeping her close after all. This closed any possible chance of escape on her part also.
But maybe in the wind up - informing Hermione Granger, that in a week's time she is to become a death eater - it will work out for the better...
Dun dun dun...! Don't you just HATE me right now? love you's all!
R&R pretty please,
Madame Dee! xxx