His

I sat alone wondering but decided to finish my book, if I am a parselmouth then I must find out as much as possible about it, its true then, I have part of him inside of me.

“Parselmouth? Since when were you interested in the language of my ancestors?”, a voice what was more than a hiss said behind me, his cold fingers trailing across my skin.

“Actually the language is mine as well master, something I learnt I had when I was…away”, I replied still reading.

“Oh yes…it must have skipped my mind that you would gain certain abilities…your well and truly mine aren’t you”, a statement not a question.

“As long as I am alive master”

“What do you mean by that?”, he sneered

“If I die I will be free, but you found a ay around that, make me basically immortal master”,

“That isn’t going to change any time soon, I sense you want to know something…I can see curiosity in you”

“I want answers for many a things master, but would a basilisks venom destroy me?”, he considered me for a minute before sitting on the sofa opposite me.

“That is hard to answer, because you aren’t mortal. No you wont die but you wont live either, you will be in a sort of half life unable to wake, unable to move on. The only escape is only partly known by me, it is a long and complicated ritual, you don’t need to know it as its not going to happen”

“So basically if I do get rid of your horcrux, im worse off than dead master!”, shouted and turned away from him, I didn’t want to be reminded of those deep red eyes.

“You are mine! You will not even think about it, you will serve me and you will worship me! I am your master and will not tolerate your attitude!”, he shouted forcing me to look at him, his eyes filled with fury.
“Do you understand or will I have to give you a lesson in obedience!”

“I get it master. You realise how much I hate you, how much I wish I wasn’t here, but I wont misbehave in future, I think I’ve realised why. Erm…master? Rodulphus has a slave…I never realised it was so common“, I whispered, he looked at me simply.

“Just rewards, simple useless muggles-but they can be useful, housework and sex. don’t complain, they had no life before they were captured…”, that’s not true! But I didn’t say anything.

“How long must I wear this master?”, I said quietly, referring to my need of a wash.

“When you prove you deserve to wash off my substances from your body. You don’t hate me, you just think you do, I don’t feel love but I know you like me-subconsciously, I don’t hate you”

“You wouldn’t would you, you wouldn’t keep a slave you detested master. What do you want from me?”

“Worship me, want to be here, that’s what I want”, he stated simply, I just looked on in shock.

“How exactly am I going to do that master! So im going to be covered in this stuff for how long!”

“You can wash it off later. You know that is what I want from you, it will be so much easier for you in this place if you do”

“Why? How can I? im your prisoner slave-whatever master!”, I asked annoyed, how can he expect me to want him!

“You already like being here, you already have a thing for me, I can sense it when im around you. Your supposed to hate me so you tell yourself that everyday”

“How can you know a thing about emotions! When all you have is hate master!”, I shouted, I hated it when he talked so normally to me.

“No you and all the wizarding world thinks that, as did I”, he said quietly

“What changed your mind master?”, I asked sarcastically, I got up and turned to walk away.

“You”, he said simply, I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned my head.

“No…no! stop fucking with my mind! You don’t feel anything but hate for everyone master! What makes me so special?”

“You’ve done something to me, I feel something I’ve never felt in my life,I guess i dont hate you…your someone I’ve liked the most in decades. Im still your master so no special treatment…unless you realise your own feelings, things may change. Im not going soft, I will punish you for disobedience and disrespect-no doubt about that! Don’t piss me off today, you will regret it. Go to sleep after you’ve washed, I want you awake early”, he disparated leaving me with my mouth half open in shock. Lying, definitely, he cant feel the emotion of liking someone! He’s just in it for himself!

I stalked off to the shower and quickly jumped in, thankfully the water was working but it was freezing cold! I stood the icy touch to my skin to get rid of the muck on my body. I dried off my shivering, dripping body and searched for non-existent clothes, great, I have to sleep naked. Yet another punishment, he wasn’t torturing me but he was being cruel.

The next morning I woke up to Voldemort’s eyes, it gave me a shock but I quickly pulled myself up-almost forgetting I was naked but used the duvet to cover myself up. A wave of sickness came over me and I almost collapsed back onto the bed out of faint, my head was thumping and I felt like I was going to vomit but I stayed up.

“You have nothing I haven’t seen before”, he whispered, his eyes and hand wondering down to my hands, forcing me to let go, my breasts in full view now as he nodded in approval. “You look a bit ill, nothing a potion cant heal”, he at once summoned a potion and poured it down my throat, I felt better at once-it was done within a minute, he is so fast!

“Thank you. Master, why are you here? if that’s not to rude…you just gave me a shock. Its not usual to wake up to you-especially when we haven’t…”, I said nearly as quietly as him without even finishing the sentence, not looking into his eyes.

“Its my bed, its up to me when I sleep here, my chambers, its up to me when and how I use them, you’re my slave, its up to me how I treat you. don’t question me in future!”, he said aggressively, I bowed my head.

“Sorry master, I was just wondering…”

“Do not worry yourself, I wish to practise your duelling and then you are going to work out a riddle for a few hours”

“A riddle? I couldn’t possibly see the dark lord not being able to solve a riddle master!”, I asked curiously.

“I know the answer, I just thought your keen mind would like a go at it and it involves you. No time for questions! Get ready!”, he demanded and forced me out the bed.

I quickly got changed in the bathroom into a tight black, low cut-as usual robe, which flowed out below the waist to just above my knees. It looked pretty nice but very…battle like, duelling robes-with a sexual twist, I smiled to myself and walked back into the bedroom. He wasn’t there but the door was open, telling me he was downstairs.

I entered to see Voldemort waiting patiently, an old man I had never seen before was also there, he was sitting on the table and watching me intently.

“Master”, I said with a low bow, I couldn’t physically rise till he allowed it but thankfully he did sooner than later.

“Once again we will see how you duel…”

An hour or so later, Voldemort healed my deeply sliced arm and motioned for me to sit at the table, next to him at the head and opposite the man. Breakfast was already waiting and it smelt delicious, I waited to be allowed to tuck in.

“You wouldn’t have met or probably even heard of me my dear but I have heard a lot about you-and its good to finally meet you”, he said with a grin, he was about 80 or 90 but still had very wise blue eyes.

“This is an old…acquaintance of mine, he has helped me for many years, Cepheus Perseus”,

“I’d say we were more than acquaintances milord, but she’s your possession, I guess you can tell her what you like”, I was in shock, I had never heard anyone speak to him like that! And Voldemort didn’t seem to care!

“Your lucky you’ve been useful over the years otherwise I’d of killed you years ago”, Voldemort said almost seriously, but with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“I have been lucky though haven’t I, my collection of Felix Felicis has helped though. My dear, you look curious about me, you know my name what else do you want to know?”, he smiled kindly to me.

“Er…I…everyone in this place has a dark mark…you don’t because I can freely talk to you, so what do you do here?”, I questioned, not wanting to sound rude because he seemed like a nice old man-of course he wasn’t, seeing as he works with the dark lord!

“Bright she is, you have a good one here milord”, he told Voldemort,

“When she behaves…”, he replied with his eyebrows raised at me.

“Your question is simple enough, I have helped your master in a variety of his plans for many years, ever since his first murder out of cold blood-nothing to gain, young he was but look at him now! I have many good days because I always brew the Felix Felicis potions so I always have a large collection in store, living the good life at my age is something all men should experience. Im here because the dark lord wishes me to teach you the depths of the dark arts, show you how it feels…ahh such a feeling! I don’t get to use the exquisite art as much as I did in my day, the use of liquid luck is enough for me at the moment”, he stated clearly, I was right-evil bastard, another one.

“You made my master like this?”

“No, he made himself. No ones powers, knowledge or skill extends to his, I just helped in the more…impractical part-he could of done everything without me but he insisted…”

“Don’t make me blush”, Voldemort said sarcastically then turned to me, “You are well skilled in the use of spells but you don’t want to, that is your weakness, you have nothing pushing you, you could be so much better-”

“I’ve told you! I don’t want to be doing this, how can you expect me to ‘mentally’ want to do it, master”, I asked annoyed, he slapped me across the face forcing a gasp and tears coming into my eyes

“Its wasn’t a request. I don’t care about your stupid issues, you are my slave, my possession, mine! You will do as I say!”, quietly but his tone was like he was ready to kill, “Is that clear?”

“Crystal master”, I said through gritted teeth

“Good. She speaks parseltounge-a skill which may come usefully in the future”, he told Perseus, he simply nodded and stood up.

“I will come within the week, as you know milord. It was a pleasure to meet you”, he told me as he took my hand and kissed it, he leant over and whispered in my ear, “A word of wisdom, either way the dark lord will win, make the most of it or face things worse than death”, he apparated.

“He seemed…interesting master”

“I have known him for some years”

“Why doesn’t he have the dark mark then master?”

“He doesn’t need one. Have you finished eating?”, I nodded and he apparated me to the library. “Ok then, your going to solve a riddle, a prophecy actually. I want you to work out what it means”

“Why master? I would of thought you’d be continuing your punishments”

“Don’t you worry about that”, he said aggressively, “The prophecy is in this orb-don’t even try to break it, it has charms all over it to prevent that”, he handed me a small glass sphere, it was heavy then I realised something

“Who is it about? You it must be, but I don’t understand why you ant me to work out something you already know”, he ignored me and disaparated. I was left standing alone with the prophecy in my hand, might as well get to work then…now how do I open this thing?

I turned it over to an inscription carved into its smooth surface, with a close look I almost dropped it, it read:

Dark lord and Hermione Granger

Why is my name on the prophecy? Something involving me and him is going to happen…but I have the answer in my hands, only one way to find out. The prophecy suddenly opened up with a silvery mist inside, I could hear a voice, not out loud-it was in my head.

The one with the power of four, with no magic background and born in time of war…shall unite with the Dark lord…new beginnings for all but end of an unborn….neither can be free while the other denies emotion the Dark lord no’s not…


“Oh…my…”, I whispered and sat down on the sofa looking down at the now closed sphere in shock. Whatever that meant wasn’t good news, well he seems to have a good looking future.
What does it mean, just have to work it out bit by bit, wow first problem solving puzzle I’ve done in months!

The one with the power of four, with no magic background and born in time of war…, that’s easy, me, simply.
shall unite with the Dark lord…, I will not! Its just a prophecy not fact, I told myself.
new beginnings for all but end of an unborn…, so if he wins the war everything going to change, everyone will have different lives-new beginnings. And what’s all this about the end of an unborn? A baby is going to die, a miscarriage by the sounds of it, I pity her…whoever she is, no one deserves that and it will be his fault.
neither can be free while the other denies emotion the Dark lord no’s not…, no idea.

I didn’t want to work it out, it would just depress me. I looked out of the balcony, it was always locked, event though I couldn’t commit suicide he wouldn’t take the risk of me being in a coma again-maybe never wake. I picked up a book on curses and flicked through, it was interesting-that’s what scared me the most, every book I picked up in the library I found fascinating! Hours passed and I read through a couple of books, I only read the short ones. My head ache was returning and I still felt tired, great im going to faint yet again!

“So you find the books more interesting than a prophecy involving yourself?”, Voldemort said opposite me on the other sofa, I hated how he always did that!

“Actually I prefer real life than fantasy, the prophecy is just a prediction of the future so there’s no point in working out what it means master”,

“You would be surprised at what certain prophecies have predicted…I know what it basically means, there are parts that need tweaking but it will work out in the end, what’s wrong?”, he added looking at me holding my head.

“Im just a bit light headed, nothing to worry about master”, I told him, I didn’t like him helping me out its just didn’t feel right.

“No, you were like this this morning, ill have a healer see you within the hour”, he said and stood up about to go

“Wait. Just forget about it, why do you care anyway?”, he yet again ignored me and apparated away. I growled and lay down, I just hate being in this place!

Just like he said, just less than an hour later I had a healer looking over me. Voldemort was nowhere to be seen and the healer wouldn’t talk to me, it was the same one as I had before when I first woke up out of the coma, obviously she was ordered to ignore me. It only took a few minutes and finally she half smiled down at me.

“This is either good new or bad-depending how you feel about it…”, she started…