The Dark Princess

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*+*The Dark Princess*+*
Chapter 2

The figure was tall but not to tall, the cloak it was wearing was made from coal colored linen and hung well, and the hood was lined with velvet. Voldermort was pale, and had eyes that seemed to be on fire, the nose or lack of nose is what got Hermione. Where the nose should be were slits like a snakes and somehow to finish off his face he had thin lips. Voldermort rose and extended his hand to Hermione who recoiled in disgust. Voldermort sat back down and stared at her.

“I guess you want to know why you are here?” he hissed.

“B-b-bbbecause I’m friends with Harry Potter.” Hermione managed to stammer.

Voldermort let out a deep rich laugh, “No silly girl, you are here because of who you are.” He said with a serious tone of voice. Hermione felt a chill go up her back as she listened to him talk.

“What’s so special about me, I am just a muggle born witch. There is nothing special about me.” Hermione was trying to hide the fear in her voice, which was not easy. ‘If I can just convince him that I’m just a run of the mill witch maybe he will let me go.’ She thought.

“You have no idea of the power you could wield do you? No idea that you could level a whole city if you wanted to, or even master wandless magic to the point to throwing the Unforgivables wandless. I can teach you to do all of these things, and more. Hermione it is not a secret that Harry Potter would like to get rid of me but if he succeeds I need someone to take over. I want you to take over for me. You could tip the scales in the darks favor, we could win with you.” Voldermort held her attention.

His eyes, Hermione noticed, held your gaze, she could almost get lost in them. “You know what I say is true, don’t you? You can feel it in your heart you were meant to be here, with me.” Hermione thought about it. The things that she did as a child now made sense, she remembered that when she was a child when angry she did horrible things, set thing on fire, cursed kids, and evilleilled one girl. Hermione knew what he said was true but she could not just let herself join with Voldermort. No, she would not do it. No matter what she would not do it.

“No, I will not join you.” Hermione stated. Voldermort nodded and rose to his feet.

“ I understand, but you realize that I will not let you out of this room until you agree, and remember, I can read minds so don’t think of lying to me.” With that he left.

Hermione ran to the door but it was locked behind him. ‘Damn,’ she thought. She noticed that there was a door off to her left, ‘Hmm, how did I not notice this?’ she thought. She walked over and opened the door, it was the bathroom, but it was huge. tub tub was the size of a small swimming pool; the shower had eight heads all attached to different spots on the walls. Hermione noticed that the color scheme had not changed from the main room to the bathroom. The tub was black and the trimmings were the blood red, the toilet was black as well as the sink, the floor and walls were blood red. Hermione thought that the bathroom was spectacular, almost as great as the bookshelf that she saw in the front room. After one last look she went in to further inspect the books. To Hermione’s surprise all the books were on the Dark Arts. She figured that at least she could read some, just for educational purposes. She read in the chair for hours until dinner appeared on the desk. She ate the food with hesitantly and took a bath. Her bath was great, it allowed her to sit and relax as much as she could possibly do considering the circumstance. Once done she then read in the bed till she fell asleep.

Her days followed this pattern and the only human contact was Voldermort. He came and talked to her about her joining him against Dumbledore. Every day Hermione’s resolve weakened a little more. They also talked of other things though, Voldermort it would seem was very interested in the muggle writer Shakespeare, he said that the man seemed to know betrayal well by the way he wrote it. Hermione laughed to herself at that comment, thinking of Snape and what Voldermort would do to him if he found o

Finally when Voldermort came to her in the sixth week she told him, “I will join you, I have been here six weeks and no one has tried to contact me or even find me.” With this realization she fought to hide the tears. “Also I have felt dark powers buildingide ide me. I read your books and can perform the majority of spells, charms, curses, and hexes. I want you to teach me, I will become your second.” Hermione finished and looked him in his eyes. The swirling red color seemed to suck her in and she could feel his power.

“I want to present you with something that will show your position and place here in the mansion. All deatheaters will bow to you and follow your orders. Although you will not be presented to them for a while. You can contact me at anytime; you are the most important thing to me now. We will train in the Dark Arts everyday. But for now here are some gifts for you to show my feelings.” Voldermort swept his arms and next to the bookshelf appeared a wardrobe. Hermione walked over and opened it. It was filled with beautiful gowns and dress robes. All in the deep blood red, most wprovprovocative and revealing. A chest of drawers appeared on the other side of the room. The drawers were filled with clothes and ranged from the red that covered the room to the blackest black. The pants were all tight and the shirts all tight and revealing.

“Umm…why are all the clothes revealing?” Hermione asked.

“You noticed did you, well, my followers will find you less of a threat if they feel that you are just a toy, but in time it will be because tight clothes are easier to fight in, and it will give you a way to get close to men and some women. You have a great body, use it to your advantage, use it to distract. And please call me Father, or My Lord.” Voldermort replied.

“Makes sense, my lord.” Hermione said smiling sweetly testing the name on her tongue
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“Please change into this robe and then we will do some other thing’s to help.” Voldermort gave her a black bag and let her go into the bathroom. When she returned she was wearing a long fitted black gown. The sides were slit up to her hips and the top was cut into a V-neck and plunged to show all her cleavage.

“You look wonderful my dear, now please always wear these they will allow me to know if you are in trouble and for you to communicate with me.” Volder pul pulled out a black box and opened it for her. Inside was a necklace and ring. The necklace was a silver chain with a silver snake twinned around the chain. The ring was silver like the necklace and also featured a snake. Hermione reached into the box and put the necklace on. The necklace fussed to her skin with a bright flash of green light. She could swear she could almost feel the snake moving. The ring was the next to go on and once she had it on the snake slide once around her finger till it to fussed to her skin in a flash of green.

“Now, for your appearance.” Voldermort raised his wand. He muttered a few spells and the next time Hermione looked in the mirror she now had straight long black hair and red eyes like Voldermort.

“How long will my hair be black and straight and how long will my eyes be red?” Hermione inquired while playing with her now tame hair.

“Till you die.” He answered. “Do you like them this way?” uestuestioned.

“ Yes, very much so, thank you.” Hermione said as she knelled in front of him.

“I will come for you later to start our training, you may now explore the mansion if you please, but I will come after lunch so please be here.” Voldermort helped her to her feet and left.

Hermione was surprised by all the freedom that he granted her, however she sat in her room and read. Right before lunch was to be served Hermione decided to go for a walk, she asked the many house elves along the way where things were. Her latest request was where Voldermort spends most of his time, the house elf grabbed her hand a quickly lead the way to an oak door. The door appeared odd being set in a mansion of dark stone.
Hermione knocked at the door. She was nervous, what if he didn’t want to see her, what if he yelled at her, or worse.

“Enter,” Voldermort yelled. Hermione cautiously steeped forward into the room.

“Ah, Hermione my child, I was just going to come and see you. Why did you come here?” he asked her. Hermione was frightened now, was he mad? Or was he just testing her?

“I just wanted to see where you spend most of your time,” her red eyes met his. “I’m sorry my lord, if it displeases you.” Her eyes fell to the floor, like a fearful child.

“No, I am very pleased with you, you can even come here if you like. I have many rare Dark Arts books that would help with your training.” He replied and a small smile crossed his lips. “Don’t ever worry about me hurting you either, I know you are afraid, but you are like my daughter now. The onime ime I could hurt you would be in training.”

Voldermort slowly stood and walked over to Hermione and gently placed her hand on his arm and lead her out of the room and to the training room.

Thanks for everyone reading, this is a really fun story to write. Please review let me know what you think! -Faye