Okay, So another Chapter is up.
I want to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter, you guys really made me feel great and made me want to continue with the story.
Updates should be pretty regular cause I see everything in my head =)
Charlie stumbled into Hermione's apartment later that morning, he was soon overcome with the smell of Hermione and tears filled his eyes again. He quickly shed his boots and climbed into her bed. He tried not to think, not to feel as he grabbed one of her pillows and clutched it tight to his body. He laid his face against the cool material and breathed in deeply. He could smell Hermione's strawberry shampoo and her enticing sent of perfume. Tears pooled on the fabric but Charlie didn't care. He wrapped his arms tightly around the pillow trying to imagine it was Hermione he was holding and fell fitfully into sleep.
Hermione's eyes opened and she sat up in shock, which made her body groan with pain. She twisted her body trying to loosen it up; she looked around the dark lit room and rubbed her head. She gasped in pain as her hand hit a huge bump that was raised on her head. She sighed and tried to remember how she had gotten the bump but that soon ended in a gasp as well because for the life of her she couldn't remember who she was, how she had gotten there, or what was going on. So she did what any girl would do in that situation, she screamed.
Bellatrix shivered in ecstasy when she heard the mudblood scream, it was such a deliciously scared scream. It made her whole body feel alive. She loved hearing screams that were so heartbreaking, so soul shattering, especially when she knew she caused them, they really made her feel oddly alive. She poured herself another fire whiskey and toasted the scream, downing the fiery liquid in one shot and standing up. She twisted her arms above her body and stretched, this was the most important part of the plan, she had to make Hermione think she was a Death Eater from the beginning, explain that she wanted to help the Dark Lord, get her bedded and pregnant. She needed the Dark Lord back; she stopped at the door for a second and leaned against the dark wood. She remembered the Dark Lord bringing that little child to her, so she could kill him to make her Horucrux. She remembered slicing his throat and having his blood rain on her, feeling her soul shatter and a piece of it getting contained in a necklace. But the thing she remembered the most from that night was Voldemort's lips pressing into hers and holding tight to her body. She shivered again in the memory, the Dark Lord would come back, and together they'd be unstoppable.
Bellatrix pushed through the doorway and stopped outside of Hermione's room, she could hear the mudblood crying, so she put on her "best" mothering face and pushed into the room. "You're finally awake," Bellatrix said nicely, trying to remember that she couldn't call the girl mudblood again; she had to befriend her, try to get her to see how right it was for her to carry the Dark Lord. It would work out so much better like that instead of using the Imperius Curse. If she actually wanted to bring the Dark Lord back, the pregnancy would go so much smoother, and then when they added the multiple dragon bloods he would grow at an accelerated rate.
Hermione felt incredibly uneasy when Bellatrix strode into the room, and even more when she spoke to her. She couldn't get rid of the feeling that this woman meant her harm. "Who are you?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"Well you must have hit your head harder than we thought," Bellatrix said conversationally, it was hard for her to act normal, she was used to fear alone getting things done for her.
"Yah I felt that I had a bump, who are you?" Hermione asked again.
"Well I'm Bellatrix of course, but you always call me Bella." She tried to give her a warm smile, but all it did was send shivers down Hermione's back.
"Bellatrix… Bella," Hermione tried out the name on her tongue but it didn't feel right. "What's going on?"
"Well you hit your head pretty hard when you um… slipped on some water in the foyer, yah." Bella said hoping Hermione didn't notice anything.
Hermione was a smart girl, but she was so confused about what was going on that she was willing to believe anything, "So my name is Hermione?"
Bella smiled, she knew it would be easy to get the mudblood to believe her. "Yes."
"Okay, can you help me to remember something's?" she asked cautiously.
"Of course dawl," Bellatrix climbed up on the bed, she actually felt a little giddy at the thought of making this little mudblood into someone like her, it made her feel oddly happy.
"We are in the revolution; we support the Dark Lord and want to bring him back to life. You are the chosen one, he specifically chose you to carry the baby that will be him. It is a great honor."
Hermione smiled at the thought, she knew she was special and this just confirmed it. "Who is the Dark Lord?"
"The Dark Lord is the strongest wizard in the world, he was killed by a punk little man, and the world has been terrible ever since. We need to raise him again."
Hermione felt a stirring deep inside, this must be her calling, "I'll do it."
Bellatrix smiled and patted the girl on the cheek, this had been easier than even she had imagined.
Suddenly there was a knock at her door, and Nott poked his head inside, "Mistress, Malfoy is here to see you."
"Oh wonderful, my little nephew, stay here dear, we'll make sure to send some food up, you just rest up and feel better, you have a lot of things happening in your future."
Hermione laid her head back against the pillows as the door was shut and darkness fell once more in the room. She tried to remember everything Bellatrix had told her, tried to make sense of everything. She couldn't help having feelings of unease for the whole thing, but she cut it off thinking it was just her lack of memory. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, and just when she was slipping off she pictured a red haired man smiling at her lovingly
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