As If In Wonderland

“All muggleborns must not use any magic between the hours of 7pm and 7am? How stupid is that!”, Hermione cried as she scanned through the different laws that had been introduced, “oh this is ridiculous! Any deatheater, meaning a wizard or witch with the dark mark, is entitled to do as they so wish if the need to do so in important…that’s just stupid, so they can kill or torture who they like!”
Hermione was getting more and more frustrated with these rules, making notes and edits to almost every single one, she jumped as she heard a pop behind her.

“Sorry for scaring you milady”

“Im not your lady Severus, and you didn’t scare me…you just surprised me”, he shrugged and sat opposite her, looking over the books and notes in front of her.

“First day of your new job and its already hectic”

“Its not a job! it’s a…well I don’t know what it is, I guess its what you have to do as his wife. What did you want again? Sorry im just not in the mood”

“Why? You had a good night yesterday, you have everything you could ever need and you have won the majority of the death eaters respect”

“You seem different this morning, happy even, did you get some last night or something”

“As a matter of fact I did ‘get some’, quite a pretty girl actually though she is one of those ‘one use’ girls-”

“-please, I don’t need to know all that! Stupid death eaters, all they think about is what they can get”

“Im not that shallow…no im here because the dark lord wanted to know how you were getting along, and now I can go back to him and tell him your stressed and annoyed”

“Do you really have that much spare time?”, she said with a smirk making him growl, “im joking, I know you are a busy person…so you just came here to see how I am doing? Well you can tell the dark lord that his laws are ridiculous, and im doing just fine editing what I think is best”.

Snape looked over her notes with raised eyebrows, “made enough changes have you?”

“Not enough yet, Im going to be here for days doing this-and even after that he probably wont listen to anything I say!…why do I have to be married to such a horrible man?”

“Its how things are, you looked happy last night”

“Only because it was supposed to be the best day of my life, and I really was happy-I was getting married! But now, just thinking about it, I really shouldn’t be happy…im betraying everything I have ever worked for. The stupid thing is, I like being here…and the scary thing is, I actually enjoy looking at dark magic, using it even…its just so, remarkable”

“The dark lord would love to know that”

“He already does, I mean he always knows everything”, she sighed while closing the book with notes, “I think I need a break, is there anything else the dark lord wanted?”

“Hmm…oh yes, he wanted me to tell you your training will continue, he forgot to mention it when he spoke to you earlier…and also you will be getting a new wardrobe filled with clothes fit for a lady”

“Why?”

“Apparently you look like a tramp in those clothes”, he laughed, “im joking, but you are the dark lords wife, you need to look like a lady”

“Oh am I going to be getting a crown to go with it”, she muttered sarcastically, “am I allowed to leave the grounds at all?”

“Why?”

“I fancy going down diagon alley…I haven’t been there in a while”, she said thoughtfully, “im not being random…I just fancy going there, and I could get new robes while im down there?”

“Ill ask the dark lord, you cant leave without his permission…you will be present tonight? There is a meeting, and then a few punishments and awards need to be given out…and maybe a couple of executions…”

“Yes im coming tonight, im not staying long, I don’t wish to see anymore death”

“You will have to get used to it milady”

“Stop calling me that! Im not anyone’s lady, im just me, my husband may be the dark lord but that doesn’t automatically make me the dark lady, im not his equal…”

“Dark lords orders, you must receive respect at all times. You are a very lucky woman, you might not have chosen this fate, but you have it-and it’s a good one, you might as well make the most of it”

“If you say so…im going outside, I hate being stuck inside”

“Its cold out”

“That doesn’t matter really does it”

“I guess not”

*.

“I feel different, I feel…change…something is definitely different”, Hermione said to herself outside in the cold, kept warm through a warming charm and a thin robe, “is it this ring? Making me feel so different…”, she knew it. She had definitely felt a change in herself, but she couldn’t quite place what it was, or why it had happened.

“All alone is the little mudblood baby”, she recognised a taunting female voice creep up behind her, it was the fake childish voice of Bellatrix. “Oh we have to call you our lady now”

“Why are you here?”, Hermione asked with narrowed eyes as Bellatrix got nearer and nearer, Hermione quickly stood up, not wanting to have her standing over her. Bellatrix was within three foot of her, and Hermione could see the former beauty was no longer that, either Azkaban had done it to her or just the madness in general, her black hair was flying around her and her pale skin made a contrast, she looked like a witch you would see in a muggle Childs story, like from Snow White or some others.

“Is the ickle mudblood scared?”, Hermione eyes darted down to the wand in Bellatrix hand and back into her eyes.

“No, actually im not”

“You should be”, the childish voice was gone, though the taunting could still be hear, “because of you a lot of bad things have happened lately, such as a nasty little marriage last night…now that should never have happened, but I think I can teach you, maybe remind you of what you are really worth-crucio!”, she screamed, Hermione saw it coming and managed to avoid it just in time.

“You know the dark lord will punish you for this!”

“It will be worth it, I am his closest, and most devoted death eater!”

“You are mad Bellatrix”, Hermione breathed while pulling out her wand Voldemort had given her, “don’t do anything or you will regret it”

“Will I now?”, she laughed, “cruci-”

“-Crucio!”, Hermione cried through her curse, hitting Bellatrix straight in the chest and causing her to scream in pain.

“You little bitch”, she growled when Hermione released her, “been taking lessons have you?”

“I don’t answer to you”, Hermione spat, still with her wand raised, “just go home, I wont tell the dark lord what happened here, now just go”

“Crucio!”, it caught Hermione making her scream, it was true, Bellatrix was a expert at the curse and enjoyed it immensely, she laughed at Hermione cries. After a few minutes, Hermione started to fight it and shouted ‘Sectumsempra!’ in her direction. The curse stopped, a splatter of blood hit Hermione across the forehead, looking up Bellatrix was looking down at a very large gash going along her chest, blood spilling out at an alarming rate, then she fainted.
Hermione gasped before rushing over and stopped as much bleeding as she could, but she was no expert at healing so levitated her to the hospital wing.

“Will she be ok?”

“Yes, she will have to stay the night though, the curse hit her quite deep, she’s still unconscious”, the healer replied, “it was you who did this?”

“Well yes…erm, ill have to inform the dark lord, he wants all his inner circle present tonight…great im going to get punished for this, I didn’t even start it!”, Hermione huffed before storming off.

She went up to Voldemorts study and knocked on the door before entering, Voldemort was once again writing, as always., he looked up at her when she entered and gave her an odd expression.

“You have blood across your face?”, he said curiously before cleaning it up with his wand.

“Well that’s why I came to see you, I thought id inform you Bellatrix wont be present at the meeting thing tonight…”, she said in a bored tone.

“May I ask why?”

“Well she attacked me, cursed me with cruciatus…so I sort of cursed her with Sectumsempra…nothing she didn’t deserve”, she muttered, “I took her to the hospital, but apparently she has to stay the night…sorry about that”, not sounding sorry at all.

“Been married only a day and you are already causing trouble, maybe I should punish you for putting one of my best death eaters out of action for the night…”

“Be my guest, I am not innocent”, she replied coldly, “and I agree that the guilty should be punished”

“I sense a change in you”

“You also? I feel different, have you done something to me?”

“No I have not, I think you just don’t like Bellatrix, and you like using dark magic…you have proved you are very talented in the sectumsempra curse”

“But I don’t want to be! I don’t mind punishing those who deserve it, but I feel like im gradually becoming more and more able to hurt those who don’t deserve it…I hate that, im not like you”

“You like me more than you say-”

“What did you just say?”, she said with opened eyes.

“I said you are like me more than you think”

“No you didn’t, you said I like you more than I say…what do you know?”, she breathed as Voldemort sighed.

“Well rumour is…you may like me some more-”

“-then it can stay a rumour! It might be true, I don’t even know, but I don’t wish to love a man who cannot love back-”, she was silenced by Voldemorts lips on hers, she hadn’t even noticed him get up and come over.

“Shh”, he whispered, “I apologise, this must be hard for you…but all I want from you is to be by my side, support me?”

“Why are you apologising to me? You have done nothing wrong, well yet today”, she added as she remembered he had done basically everything wrong, but he never apologised.

“Because I didn’t consider what you must be going through, I only ever think of myself…”

“Stop being so nice, I hate it when you pretend”, she whispered as he stroked her hair

“But im not pretending, im just being me…im not the big baddy you keep thinking me as, but I admit im not a good person, and you know that”

“You are not a good person, and I really thought I was, but im now-”

“-you are a brilliant witch, a sorceress, I was the only one who saw your potential to do great things…”, he smirked as he said everything in the right way, persuading her to agree. “You are so tense, you think too much about the trivial problems…how about you don’t come tonight? You don’t seem like you want to”

“No I will, because I will eventually be expected to do things, and I will also be given wife duties-which I am sure of”

“You already fulfil those wife duties very well”, he smirked as he pushed her onto a small sofa at the side of the room and started kissing her neck.

“Ohh, even when im not in the mood why must you always try to seduce me?”, she moaned.

“Try? I always succeed”, he grinned while stroking her sensitive spots, “hearing you talk about the magic you have done…well it turns me on, just not as much as seeing you does”

“Trying to sweet talk me isn’t going to work”

“Oh I think it will”, he breathed while pushing up the casual dress she was wear and getting on top of her, “I cant resist you”

“Must be a newlywed thing”, she whispered.

“Maybe it’s a thing about you-”, he cut off as they heard a knock at the door, “fucking hell”, he quickly crawled off of her and straightened himself out making Hermione giggle, before opening the door.

“Im sorry milord, but erm”, it was Snape looking awkward as he saw Hermione lying on the sofa, covered up but still looking like she had been involved in some physical activity.

“Spit it out!”, Voldemort growled.

“A minor disturbance in London, resulted in 5 injuries and 1 death, no one of importance”

“Ok, make sure its sorted…I notice you seem distracted, my wife perhaps?”, Hermione looked just as awkward and moved her feet so they were settled on the ground so she could sit up straight.

“Of course not milord”

“Don’t you think she is beautiful?”, Hermione blushed make Voldemort smirk.

“Erm, I still see her as an ex-student of mine, it would be strange to feel anything you may be…implying”, Snape now looked uncomfortable even though he hid any other emotion well. “But yes, she is quite erm pretty”

“Wouldn’t you just love to share a bed with her-”

“-ok ok! You don’t have to say anymore milord!”, Hermione cut in, “Severus I apologise for our lord, he is still quite aroused, and im sorry for letting you know that but you men only ever seem to be either lust filled or power hungry! Ill see you tonight”, she finished before walking out.

“Woman”

“Maybe you could punish her, I remember when she was locked in your prison, she didn’t like that much”, Snape suggested.

“No she didn’t, but no, im being nice today even if im pissed off with her-I want her to least trust me…well then I can do what I wish…but I think im going to go easy on her, I like the girl”

“Of course milord, I apologise for suggesting it”

“No, no, you are right that she should not go unpunished for things, but ill wait till once she has settled in to her new role, I don’t want her broken-yes I changed my mind about that, I originally kept her to break her, but now, I just want to see everything she is capable of. Have you seen Bellatrix? Apparently she and Hermione had a small duel not too long ago”

“Yes, Ive just come back from the hospital, it needed restocking of some potions…she doesn’t look to good, a rather nasty looking scar running across her body”

“Yes, Hermione is good at that curse”, Voldemort said proudly, “one of your own as well”

“Yes, when you are a teenager with enemies at school, its only what I found to be right to invent a few curses”

“It has been useful, very useful…I don’t think it will be long before Hermione finally gives into the tiny bit of her mind that stopping her give herself completely to me, I sense that still a small part of her doesn’t like it here…she has developed a lot, she is even willing to torture strangers if they are not innocent for something…oh I want to fuck her now”, Voldemort groaned as he slumped back in his chair. “You get a few woman don’t you?”

“Yes milord”, Snape replied, knowing it was impossible to lie.

“Maybe you should think about settling down with one girl, I tell you having one woman daily is better than different sluts whenever-surprisingly”

“I will consider it milord, but im not sure im ready to have a wife, they usually have…baggage, a lot of hormones and their own needs, not to mention they usually want children within a year of marriage-”

“Then find a woman who you can rule over, Hermione is mine and she knows it, yes she has her own mind and it amuses me when she stands up for herself, but she knows not to go too far…and children? I don’t think so, as you say, too much baggage, though she told me she always wanted children…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad in the future…”, Voldemort thought for a moment. “But no, its hard enough coping with Hermione at this moment in time, it makes me look weak this does”

“It doesn’t milord, no one can see you as any less than almighty, she is not just a girl, and you have already conquered her”

“Yes, yes I have”

*.

“What are you doing here?”, Lucius sneered at Hermione as she stood patiently with the dark lords inner circle, all standing round facing each other wearing their death eaters robes, just without the masks, Lucius was not happy as she entered and stood next to him.

“Lets just say I volunteered”, she smirked when he frowned, “why are you so worried im here, im not going to do anything to you”

“I am not worried, more annoyed that a mudblood dares stand in the presence of so many purebloods”, he spat.

“Then curse me, I dare you…I thought not. Now at least be polite, the dark lord wont be happy that his wife is being bullied by you…don’t worry, I wont tell on you”, she teased but silenced as she saw her husband stroll into the room and seat himself on his own throne on the other side of Hermione, he spent a few minutes studying his followers while fiddling with his wand before starting to speak.

“I called you all here to witness some things…starting with, Dolohov come here”, he stated, Dolohov came forward visibly nervous and gave a small bow in front of Voldemort, “your quality of work has been lacking lately…crucio!”, he screamed as Voldemort held the curse on him. None of the other deatheaters made any emotion, but Hermione surprised herself with her own, she smirked, not because she was enjoying it…it was because she wanted him to feel pain for causing her harm, and that satisfied her…revenge.
“You will do better in future!”

“Yes, yes of course milord!”, he squinted.

“Your punishment is over…but, Hermione here…she would like to challenge you to a duel”, most of he people in the room glanced over to Hermione who showed no emotion and merely looked at the dark lord.
“It seems though you have done nothing wrong, Hermione feels you did wrong to her in the ministry of magic a couple of years ago…you left her in pain for a while”

“It was on your orders milord!”

“Yes, so the dark lord isn’t punishing you, im getting revenge”, Hermione stepped forward, “im not really into this sort of thing, and I know you were on orders…im entitled to have some sort of revenge right or are you too scared?”, Dolohov grinned at his fellow deatheaters.

“A little girl against a death eater? I will duel you then, maybe put you in your place milady“, he emphasised the last word with a laugh before puling out his wand and standing opposite Hermione.
“Crucio!”, he threw the curse in Hermione’s direction but she avoided being hit by stepping out of the way quickly and throwing the same curse in his direction which he repelled.
“Not fast enough for a death eater”

“Not fast enough for me”, she smirked before hurling the cruciatus in his way and hitting him in the chest causing him to scream, “I could do much worse, but im going to leave you now…I don’t feel the need to duel you, or anyone in this room. I think I have proven my point, don’t mess with me or piss me off, I might look innocent and I may be looked on as a muggleborn waste of space prisoner slave girl, but I have changed my views on things-I will hurt anyone who hurts me or my lord”, she finished and lowered her wand. “I am not the same girl I was when I first came here, and its taken me this long to realise that, im not a bad person and I am not like you all, but I would like it if you didn’t look down at me anymore”, she smiled.

“Thank you for the speech, it seems you like to make them quite often”, Voldemort smirked.

“Only when I feel I need to say something, it just happens ive had a lot to say the last few days milord”, she said politely.

“Milord?”, Lucius stepped forward, “I, as do all of us, respect you and all your decisions…its just hard to like her, I apologise for this but I wish for you to know this”

“I know how you feel Lucius, but even you was impressed last night…”

“I do respect her, I hate to admit that, but what she is capable of…well, I show respect for that. Though I still don’t like her one little bit”

“I don’t want you to like me, because I don’t particularly like you. I just want to be given a chance, im not going to beg, im just asking nicely”, Hermione stated while touching the dark mark hidden under her robe.

“You may leave now Hermione, my inner circle and myself have business to attend to-only those part of it may stay”, Voldemort said silkily much to her annoyance.

“Milord-”

“-you are not a deatheater Hermione, you have already told me you don’t want to be one so you lose out on the privilege of knowing what’s going on”

“Fine then, I just came down to show your followers that I am more than happy to hurt anyone who hurts me milord, is there anything you want before I go?”, she looked on with a bored expression.

“Show me your dark mark”, Hermione looked at him confused before pulling up her sleeve, the mark she hated so much was like evil itself. “Ah yes, I would just like all my followers to see it, yes can you all? Good, I want to make something clear, this is my wife. She wears my mark and wears my ring, she is mine-and I don’t want anyone doing what Bellatrix happened to do earlier, because next time it will me who personally punishes that person. Is this understood”, he was met by a dozen nods which he seemed satisfied with.

*.

“Even if I wanted to be a deatheater I know you wouldn’t allow me, not anymore, I am more than capable but I have something the majority of this room doesn’t have-its called morals. Im not stupid, you don’t want me to be a death eater because you know there are lots of people who will target me, as long as im in sight you know nothing can go wrong…”, Hermione said to Voldemort as they lay opposite each other in bed.

“I know you are curious about being a death eater”

“Im not!

“You are”, he teased, “I know how badly you want to be more a part of me, you want to be involved and I know when you are lying. Look at how easily you tortured Dolohov today, you want to prove to me subconsciously that you can do more and I should allow you to”,

“if you say so milord, Voldemort, oh I have to get used to calling you that…it’s strange, because you would probably torture someone a hell of a lot for calling you it. People should be afraid to say it, and they are”

“but your not”

“im not afraid of you, anymore”

“Since when?”

“When we got married, since I came here ive gradually been less and less afraid, but being married to you…well im not afraid of you anymore because I trust you. Im just scared for other things, like…well you know how you heard I may like you more than I say, well I think its true. Im not entirely sure but…”, Hermione closed her eyes, “though I really don’t want to, and I know I shouldn’t and I never meant for it to happen and I still don’t know why but…I think I love you”, she said finally. Voldemort studied her for a moment silently, already predicting beforehand that it was the case, he didn’t say anything but took her in his arms and let her lie like that, he wasn’t being soft he just had no idea how to reply to such a statement.
“Do you forgive me for that?”

“Forgive you? You haven’t done anything wrong, love…it isn’t exactly my subject, but it is a powerful thing, im not stupid not to believe that. I don’t know what to say to you”

“I know, and I know you don’t want to hear it-”

“Who said I didn’t want to hear it?”, Voldemort whispered in her ear as she looked up at him curiously, “maybe I changed my mind, maybe I like hearing it”, he leaned down and kissed her.

“You said it yourself, it’s a pointless emotion, and you will never feel it. I hate myself for this! I got over hating you, because though you are not a nice person you aren’t cruel to me, I thank you for that…and I guess I should thank you for being so generous and not breaking me like you said you would”, she finishing while biting her lip, she was nervous, of course she was. She was speaking personally about emotions to the dark lord, even if he was her husband it was strange.
“You wont ever change, and I don’t want you to, I hate some things you do…killing innocent people? And some of those laws you have! Im still reading them and making notes on what I think needs changing…but other than all that, you are powerful and so intelligent”

“Stop complimenting me, its strange”

“You always receive compliments from everyone though!”

“Because they are scared”, he rolled his eyes as she giggled. “Thank you for sharing how you feel tonight, its nice to hear from your lips…I like to hear a lot of things from your lips, I like what you can do with those lips…”, he said seductively while stroking it with his finger, “do you really love me?”

“I don’t know, honestly, why?”

“No one has ever told me they loved me, I never had a family, I have never had a girlfriend and I have never had a wife…but I like it”, he let out a long breathe.

“But you don’t and never will feel the same for me, im not stupid”

“You aren’t stupid, but never say never”, he grinned before pulling her on top of him so she was straddling his hips.

“Well I like being up here, I feel more powerful than you”, she smirked before he rolled her off and under him.

“You can feel all you like, but I can promise you now I will always be more powerful, you will feel so much pain during your time with me but I also promise you it will be worth it”

“Pain doesn’t bother me so much as it did before, it is something you can recover from”, Voldemort smirked as he liked her words while pulling off her clothes as well as his own. “Lets see the worst you can do”

“I don’t want you dead”, he laughed, “but as you are daring me, be prepared because you are in for a rough night wife”

“Nothing I cant handle, by the way, your deatheaters are rubbish at duelling, within two minutes I had beat Dolohov!”

“That is because you are good at duelling, and Dolohov isn’t the best. You would lose against Snape or Lucius definitely”

“Yeah of course”, she laughed sarcastically before letting a moan escape her lips as he stroked her body and kissed her neck, “how does it feel to be married to a girl who is capable of torturing one of your own followers?”

“A big turn on”, he replied, “enough of this, because now im going to tire you out so much you will find it hard to get up in the morning”, he smirked.

*.

That night he kept to his word and caused her much pain, made her feel weak and tired, yet both woke up the next morning satisfied, something quite surprising for Hermione who smiled when she awoke seeing him across the room getting changed.

“As much as I would like to continue last night antics, we have places to be-its 9am and we have to be at the ministry by midday”

“So what’s the rush? If we have three hours?”

“I would like to have you healed and then do some training with you”

“Heal?”, she looked down at herself and saw a few bruises on her body, and suddenly realised she was indeed in pain, she just hadn’t noticed before because she was tired. “I remember being in pain last night, but I also remember a lot of pleasure…I must be sick in the head, oh well…im still pretty happy”, she yawned before getting up.

“Im pleased to hear that”, he said while healing what he could with his wand.

“Why must we go to the ministry?”

“Because I technically run it, I of course visit the place every now and again, and you are coming also…my first public appearance with you on my arm as well, I expect you to prove you are worthy to be there”

“I have already haven’t I? isn’t the ministry just run by deatheaters?”

“No of course not! Deatheaters do my bidding, that is all, and they have certain privileges. The rest of my empire are just normal wizards, witches and muggles…and that is quite a large empire. My death eaters and followers are all pleased with you, but when the public see you, I want them to know you are not just a servant girl”

“Then I better impress them then”, she smirked before slipping into the bathroom for a shower.

“Oh you will”, Voldemort said to himself knowingly.

*.

Hermione found herself extremely interested as she strolled around the ministry by Voldemort’s side, it had changed since the last time she had been there, everything seemed updated and more efficient. She noticed everyone bowed as they passed, well they bowed to Voldemort, everyone just gave her curious looks.
She wore fine robes in emerald green whilst her husband wore black as usual, she listened intently as Voldemort discussed things with wizards in different offices every now and again to see what was happening etc. Everything was so…organised and proper-something she least expected. Their last stop was the hearing room down by the department of mysteries, what surprised her was that the room was filled, a whole courtroom full. Voldemort had hardly spoken to her, because he had told her in advance the dark lord doesn’t have casual chats to his wife in public, it was a bad image-what she got over being annoyed about quickly.
The room silenced, as everyone room did when they entered, Voldemort took elad and motioned for Hermione to stay standing by his side as he stood in before everyone at the front of the room.

“As I am in the building I thought I would visit the court room, to see if justice is served to whatever criminal is in today…my wife, Hermione, has been very interested as well as pleased of how the ministry is being run after seeing it today and I hope now she can do the same to you”, Hermione looked up at him confused. “The prisoner today I believe is a petty thief as well as member of the order of the phoenix, yes Mundungus Fletcher”

Hermione suddenly noticed the thief she knew in a chair in the corner of the room, he was silent and obviously scared, she thought they chair was usually in the centre of the room.
“Bring him forward a bit so my dear wife can see him”

“Why am I hear milord to see this person? He is just a common thief, hardly the need for a full court?”

“Mr Fetcher here is guilty of murder actually, it turns out he has taken robbery more to the extreme these days”, Voldemort said to her but loudly enough for the silent room to hear, “he is here to be given his sentence…now you have read the laws, what sort of punishment is he fit for?”

“Well according to your laws murder is life in Azkaban, or murder against someone with the dark mark is the death penalty, so it depends…who did he kill? And are you even sure it was him?”, Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, it was him. He murdered a muggle actually, now who was that victim again in this robbery? Oh yes…it was your father I believe”, Hermione paled and looked up at him.

“How is that possible? You are lying! My parents are safe in Australia!”, she cried.

“He is under truth serum, you may ask him yourself”, Voldemort said coldly and looked over to the rough looking prisoner who trembled as he spoke.

“Mundungus, I haven’t seen you in a while, and when I last saw you I knew I despised you because I hate thieves”, Hermione said to him, “why are you still committing robbery?”

“Because I have no money and its easier to take then to earn”, he muttered.
“That isn’t fair on everyone else though…and now you have killed someone, is this true?”

“Yes”

“Muggle or wizard way?”, she trembled as she asked the questions.

“Wizard”

“And why did you kill?”

“The person caught me and came at me with a bat, so I killed them more out of reflex than anything, I don’t kill people”

“But you did…I hate it when innocent people are killed, I really do”

“You see it everyday”

“I don’t, my lord does not kill people in front of me in his home…who-who was the victim?”, she stuttered.

“The dark lord has already told you, your father”

“No, no! why did you do it! Some sort of revenge on me from the order?”

“No I didn’t know it was him, I robbed a shop he owns, it was just an accident!”

“No, its pure evil-Avada kedavra!”, she screamed at him with her wand pointing to his chest, a green flash and he was dead. Hermione gasped and dropped her wand with tears in her eyes, she didn’t look up when she felt the dark lord put a hand on her shoulder, not out of comfort but more to show the room she was his.

“Let it be known now that anyone who commit’s a crime my wife does not like…well she may be more forgiving than myself but as you have just witnessed, she is more than capable of ending someone’s life. I will be returning here next week, you are all dismissed. Come Hermione, lets go back”

Less than ten minutes later Hermione hadn’t still hadn’t said a word as she sat across from him in his study, he watched her with curious eyes but she looked down, avoiding his gaze.
“What is the problem? You aren’t speaking”

“I took someone’s life, I murdered someone, I ended a life! How can I be ok and have no problem with that? This is sick, I cant do this”

“I didn’t ask you to kill him”

“But you took me there on purpose, knowing full well I would get angry, knowing I would at least torture him. Fuck, Ive never liked Mundungus, but still…”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, your father was just unlucky to be there, im sorry for your loss”

“No you aren’t, im upset about that but not as much as I thought I would, I haven’t seen my parents in so long…they don’t even know I exist. Is my mum ok?”

“Yes. People like Mundungus deserve death, remember what you said…the guilty should be punished? You did nothing wrong, he felt a painless death, well you didn’t torture him like I would have”

“I lost it, I was angry and wanted revenge…I never would have dreamed I would have used such a curse!”

“But you did, and it was impressive. Look at me Hermione”, she did with tears in her eyes, “why did you kill him?”

“Because he deserved it”, she cried through gritted teeth, “oh, I really have changed!”

“You never changed, you just found your true self, why are you upset?”

“Because…I don’t know, its not because I killed him, its…just doing it, such a change, ive never been capable of that sort of thing, ive never wanted to…im such a bad person, im the dark lords wife, I really am the dark lady aren’t I”, she sniffed.

“If you keep crying I may have to rethink that!”, he growled before sighing and spoke in a soothing voice. “Your first kill, hmm…I wish it could have been on someone more worthwhile but its done now, and fuck im impressed with it! I never imagined you would use that curse, not yet anyway. I figured it would be a while before you started to practise the killing curse”

“Don’t think this is now a regular thing! He deserved it, more so because my father was involved! I wont be killing people for the sake of it so don’t get ideas! Yeah you now know I can do it, but that doesn’t mean im going to do it”

“You will…you know, today I was going to force you to torture him-im now capable of forcing you to do what I want with your magic easily, but you beat me to it. You didn’t need me to push you to do use the magic I want you to use”

“Its all your interested in isn’t it”, Hermione cried in disgust, “me using dark magic to your advantage, to make you look like a bigger and stronger person”

“You must rest, if you don’t shut up I will fucking hurt you because your constant need to go against me is pissing me off!”

“Oh, so you are all nice and then I do something you want so then you go back to normal, do me a favour-be yourself all the time so I don’t get confused so much! Just stay in that cruel sadistic mood all the time, that way I don’t think you care about me for me not my magic, that way at least I know where I stand!”

“Silence!”, he shouted, “never speak to me so rudely! I was going to reward you for today, but now…go to bed and get some rest, you have little energy and I am in no mood for healing you if you collapse”

“I don’t care, just fuck off out of my life!”, she growled but instantly regretted it as he tortured her, leaving her to scream her lungs till she neared unconsciousness.

“I don’t like to torture my wife, but you give me no other option. You did well today, you made me very proud-and I understand you will be emotional but it is no excuse for forgetting who I am”

“I never will and I am unable to forget who you are”, she replied, “you are all I have in this world, its so pathetic…I have nothing else, I used to have friends and family, now I just have you-the person who caused all this mess!”, they sat in silence for a moment. “May I now go to clear my head? Too many emotions at once…”

“Im heading off to France tonight, I would have liked you to have joined me”

“Then you will have to either forgive me or kill me, because I have no energy for whatever you have planned…this day has been tough for me”

“I know, once you have gotten your mind straight then you will realise what you did today wasn’t a bad thing”

“If you say so”, Hermione sighed while rubbing her eyes, “…will you really use what power you have over me because of the marriage?”

“If I need or want to”, he said simply, “if you are going then go, im a busy person and seem to spend too much time with you talking about trivial matters. I expect when I come back for you to have sorted them emotions of yours out, im unsure when I shall return”

“Well, why are you going?”

“I do travel to different countries on a regular basis, sometimes for only an hour in the morning before you awake even, but I must visit France for what might take a few days to look into a few things”

“Oh ok…I will see you whenever then…while you are away can I go down Diagon Alley to get some new robes and dresses and things?”

“As long as you get something I might enjoy”, he smirked as a few images of her in different underwear appeared in his head.

“And…can I visit the ministry? I would like to sort out a few of your laws”

“How do you mean?”

“Well the majority of your laws I feel need editing, or getting rid of, and seeing as you are too busy to look through them I think I will just sort it out myself”

“I will allow you to do as you wish, as long as you know if you change anything I don’t agree with I shall kill 1 person, and for every other thing after that I don’t like I shall double the amount of people I kill…just to make sure you don’t do anything stupid, are we clear?”, he smirked as he saw the horror on her face.

“Crystal”, she replied, “and who is my escort?”

“Id say Lucius, you two need to learn to get along…and it could be interesting”

“Fucking pure-blooded snob, great…cant wait”, she sighed with pouted lips.

“I don’t think he would take too kindly to being called that, and if you cause any trouble he will have permission to put you in your place”, he carried on as Hermione opened her mouth to say something angrily, “and try not to kill anyone at the ministry, a lot of the people there are important-if you get the urge try Diagon alley, lots of waste of space there”, he grinned as Hermione narrowed her eyes.

“I will try to control myself”, she sneered sarcastically, “what do you take me for!”

“A rather powerful sorceress, with a lust for knowledge and a talent for my kind of magic-and who is rather sexy and a big turn on”, Voldemort said to which she rolled her eyes.

“Ill be seeing you when you return milord”, she got up.

“Don’t get into trouble if you can help it…”

“Depends what you count as trouble”, she grinned.

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Really sorry for long wait to update, but as usual very busy and this chappie is pretty long so give me some credit lol
Yes Hermione is falling more and more into the dark arts and im thinking now there may possibly be no turning back...
Like she says, she has nothing else in the world.