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“Milord, she’s awakening!…Ill come back when you finish Milord”, a faint feminine voice I could hear over me saying, I slowly fluttered open my eyes, everything was dizzy and fuzzy bit it soon came into focus. A bedroom…wait I remember, the dark lords chambers…I didn’t die. Im still not free, why cant I feel pain though? shouldn’t I be in intensive care?

“I thought I lost you that day. When I looked over the balcony I saw your body, broken and bloody, lifeless. I felt so angry with you, I wanted to make you hurt for doing that to me, but when you never woke up…”, a similar voice said to me from the bottom of my bed. A man no older than twenty-five came over and looked down at me, dark eyes and black hair, he was so handsome, he had hollowed cheeks and was so tall, I could see muscle under his dark robes as well, those eyes had a tinge of red to them.

“Who-who are you?”, I stuttered, it was if I hadn’t used my voice in ages.

“You’ve forgotten me? I guess not, my appearance has changed since your fall as you knew”

“Voldemort?”

“Lord Voldemort, yes. Master of yours? Yes still”, he added with a smirk.

“You look so-so…”, I looked down while he stroked my hair out of my eyes, “…good I guess, so different. But wasn’t it supposed to take like at least a week to fully work? Its worked so fast!”

“Hermione…its been 3 months since your fall, you fell into a sort of coma as muggles like to call it-”

“What! No…its not true! I cant believe this…I was supposed to die! I was supposed to be free!”

“You wont ever escape me, you know that. And thank you for the compliment, its been a while since I got one from someone other than my followers…”

“Your still evil, no body image can change that! Why did you save me? Why couldn’t you of just let me die?”

“You will be useful in the new world and I’ve gown fond of having you around, your not like most slaves you still have a soul, even though its mine”

“My soul isn’t yours!”

“Actually it is, that mark on your leg shows that” , I moaned and tried to sit up but my arms kept buckling under my weight.

“How did you know I was trying to kill myself?”

“I didn’t, I knew you were hurting so I went looking for you, at first I thought the Draco boy had harmed you but he told me you went to the library…and that’s when I found you”

“Wait, how did you know I was in pain?”, I asked confused

“your soul is bound to me, I know when your in pain, when you feel pleasure, how do you think you survived? I didn’t know it until the moment I found you but you cant die unless I die. And that is unlikely seeing as I have horcruxes-”

“Horcruxes! I’ve read about them! that’s the darkest magic anyone can use! And wait, I cant die?”

“yes, your soul is in the place of where part of mine was, its like you have your own horcrux in me but its not. I put part of mine in you when you were unconscious all them months ago, you’re a horcrux”

“WHAT!”

“Clever isn’t it? I cant die, you cant die, the only way for me to die is for you to die, but you cant die unless I die. I am basically immortal, and your stuck with me forever more”

“No! how could you…there must be a way…”, I was crying now, this wasn’t happening

“well apparently there is a way round it, but only someone as powerful as me and who actually knows about you being a horcrux could do it. No such person exists”

“I hate you!”

“No you don’t”

“Yes I do! Fuck off and leave me alone! I don’t want to be here and especially with you! I don’t care that your ‘hot’ now or that you have masses of power! Your still cold hearted evil-”

“Don’t get angry with me, your the one who attempted suicide and failed! I would make you fall to your knees and beg for forgiveness-but, you’ve just woken up from a three month sleep, you are still ill. Oh by the way, I hope you like your new appearance…!”. he leaned down and kissed my forehead then apparated. What does he mean?

I cant believe it. I failed, im not free, I never will be. And I’ve lost 3 months of my life! I started crying wishing it wasn’t true. A popping sound told me someone had apparated in, I looked up to see a woman in her early 30’s in poor clothes coming towards me.

“Hi I’ve been your healer for the last few months, im just to telling you your fully healed, you just may need to have some time to get used to being awake”

“Oh thank you, couldn’t I of just died…”

“Its not my place miss but I wish I could of let you die, I know what you’ve been going through and will go through”

“What happens to you now? I mean now you don’t have to heal me?”

“I go back to St. Mungos hopefully, is the dark lords decision”

“Well thank you anyway. Good luck with the future”

“Oh thank you miss, good luck tonight as well”, with that she left.

I pushed myself up, my arms were so weak but I managed it, sliding myself over like I had done all them months ago, I pushed and I was on the floor with a thump. My legs weren’t working, 3 months of non-use had given me some impact. I pulled myself by my arms to the bathroom with a lot of hassle and lent against the back of the door, over the next few hours I trained my legs to move until finally they could carry my weight and walk. I went straight to the mirror to see how I looked after 3 months of sleep.

No sleeping beauty but I wasn’t as bad as I thought I would be. But the thing what caught my attention the most was my eyes, they had a red tinge to them-like Voldemort’s. What the fuck as he done to me! I look evil! They were still brown but I could see it. My hair had gotten a few shade darker and my breasts were bigger! Dirty pervert! Changing my appearance like that!

I went through to the library which was surprisingly open, it was the same as it was when I left it. I went straight up to the window but it was obviously locked, it , I could see the sun setting in the distance making beautiful colours appear across the sky.

“Miss Granger its nice to see you finally awake, but another suicide attempt isn’t going to happen if that’s what your thinking”, it was Snape coming from the sofa, I turned round to see him, he looked different, more cleaner, his hair was slightly shorter and styled, he looked not that bad looking actually.

“Im not miss Granger anymore Snape, im just a possession, not even Hermione. I’ve come to realise there’s no hope for me, so why live a lie?”

“If you say so, but since you‘ve been away I have been rewarded a lot for my work, he’s even given my certain rights about you”

“Like what! What gives him the right to do that!”

“He is the dark lord and your master, you even admitted your just a possession. I am the only one other than the dark lord himself who can touch, harm, punish, order or reward you”

“What!”

“Oh and you must call me sir from now on, im not your master but I have rights which you must obey”

“Piss off and leave me alone! To much has gone on in to short amount of time!”, I was hit with a short crucio which killed, I was still weak and hadn’t been tortured for ages!
“What was that for!”

“Your language, your disrespect and you didn’t call me sir…”

“Your being serious then?”

“Oh yes. I must say you do look better now, your new appearance does suit you now”

“As what? The dark lords slut?”

“Your forgetting something…”, he said with his wand pointed at me, I replied sir through gritted teeth and he lowered his wand. “No you look like a dark queen”

“No, just the dark lords attempt at making me look dark so I suit the role of his whore better! sir“, he laughed and gave me some clothes. “What are these?”

“Clothes? What do you think they are? Being a know it all hasn’t really lasted has it?”

“I mean, what are they? Why am I being given clothes? Cant I just go to sleep I feel really weird”

“You’ve had 3 months worth of sleep so you can wait, you just feel weird because you’ve just woken up and its just a dress, get ready because we must leave soon”. I moaned and walked out to the bathroom and threw off my clothes, just a simple nightgown and chucked on my dress. Once again no underwear…3 months down the line and he still punishing me.

It looked nice actually, deep red and fell gracefully to the floor, it was tight and low cut as usual and was backless. It had corset like back covering the backless part of the dress, I couldn’t do it up myself. Snape. Before I went out I pulled my now waist long hair into a low side ponytail, falling across my front, one last look in the mirror at my reddish eyes and I left. Snape was sitting on the sofa still, reading a book, he looked up as I entered and stood up.

“Erm, sna-Sir, I cant do up the back…can you?”, I asked he silently went behind me and tied it up tightly. His hand kept brushing against my skin making me shiver slightly.

“You look good, now we must go, or we’ll be late”

“For what?”, he ignored me as he led me out the room, “What do your ‘rights’ to me mean? I mean what can you do? Sir”, I asked nervously I wasn’t in the mood for a crucio.

“I can do what I like, just no long term damage, I can also give you anything, but as a reward. I can give you pain or pleasure, or use you for my pleasure”

“So basically im your slut slave too?”

“No, I have limits but they aren’t important at the moment”, he ignored me for the rest of the journey to the great hall, “The dark lord is celebrating your awakening…”, before I could reply
he smiled and opened the door, Voldemort was sitting on his throne and what seemed like hundreds of people were dancing and having fun, woman were talking happily as some danced with their partners, what’s going on?
Everyone turned round to look at me, some were in shock, Snape pushed me forward and I walked up to the now handsome Voldemort. Snape bowed, “Milord” and left me.

“Everyone, tonight we celebrate my slaves awakening! Drink, dance, talk! Do as you wish!”, hes in such a good mood, its so weird…he talked to me alone.

“What’s going on? Who are these people?”

“Calm down, we are celebrating your return and they are my followers. You seem surprised that I have so many…”

“There not all death eaters are they, Why are you celebrating?”

“Your awake, now don’t question me anymore! Would you take my hand in the next dance?”, the music suddenly got slower and he held out his hand. I was shocked and curious, he’s different, is this really him? “Yes, I didn’t change, im in a good mood, don’t ruin that”, I took his hand and he led me to the floor, he held onto me tightly and led. He was pretty good at it.

“I didn’t know the dark lord danced…”, I whispered teasing him, he chuckled and kissed my forehead

“Anyone can dance, I just happen to be good at it. Just because I kill for a living doesn’t mean I enjoy other things…”, he replied, he seems so loving, I don’t get it!
“Don’t confuse yourself, I can always be like this but its your behaviour what affects it. I am sadistic as you always remind me but I can be generous…”.

I woke up the next day in his arms.

He trusts me now, he thinks I want him, but its all part of my plan.

I am going to do something no one has ever done before, I am going to defeat the dark lord.