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The Day The World Went Away
How To Disappear Completely by KerryMuggle
E-mail: KerryMuggle2004@hotmail.com
Rated R
Disclaimer: Don’t own em, except for Indra Karnstein.
Author’s Note: Reviews and feedback would be greatly, and may I stress, greatly appreciated.
“The Day The World Went Away” by Nine Inch Nails from the album “The Fragile.”
Chapter 2: The Day The World Went Away
“the plastic face forced to portray
all the insides left cold and gray”
She was swinging in the sunshine. The wind was blowing through her hair and the warm comforting hands that were her fathers were pushing her whenever the laws of gravity forced her to come down. The smile upon the face of an eight year old was one to watch - one to remember. Eyes that were always warned not to stare into the sun blinked furiously as she was pushed up into the air and dipped her head back to feel the wind dance through her hair. She came down and once again felt those hands pushing her up into the air, but this time, they were cold to the touch, even through the fabric of her clothes. Discarding the difference, she made another attempt to stare into the sun but squinted her eyes shut and awoke suddenly as a bright light glared above her head.
The light was now distant as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness that was prevalent in the room she was now in. She felt her arms shackled, as were her legs. The coldness that was the stone slab she was placed on sent a slight shiver down her spine more so than the overall chill of the room. She tasted the dry blood on her lip as she tried to find a solution to her dry, scratchy throat. Her breath hitched as she noticed that she wasn’t alone. In the darkness, she noticed bodies moving, trying to remain as quiet as possible, but before she could demand they reveal themselves, she heard a soft voice mutter...“lumos” as the woman’s wand lit up.
She was then followed by various voices following the cue of the woman.
“Lumos.......lumos......lumos......lumos....lumos....lumos...lumos” as their wands lit, a different voice for each light, lit up. She lost count after eight.
Hermione saw the wands of at least ten Death Eaters light up where they looked at her with nonchalant observance awaiting the commands of the woman who stood ahead of the crowd. She was the only one who wasn’t in full Death Eater garb. Her mask was off. The light of her wand was bright enough for Hermione to see that her hair was dark brown and fell past her shoulders. The woman also possessed brown eyes that hinted a false gentleness. She looked at Hermione and smiled as she lifted her bare left hand and waved her fingers at their guest.
“Hi there!” she said as she smiled at her hostage.
For the first time in her life, Hermione was speechless. She kept reminding herself to breathe as she looked at the group. She had never seen this woman in her entire life and didn’t have any idea on what to do next.
“And no, you’re not dreaming” the woman said as she stepped closer to Hermione, a slit of a smile on her face. “Such a lovely girl you are” the woman continued as she began to softly run her finger from Hermione’s forehead to her chin.
“This may be hard to believe, but we’re going to have a lot of fun! BOYS” she shouted with a hint of violence at the rest of the people in the room, “leave us. You understand - girl talk” the woman said calmly as she observed Hermione.
Hermione watched the other Death Eaters exit the room and into a crimson hallway. A part of her panicked at the thought of being alone in the room with the woman. As if the woman read her mind, she continued after the door was shut. The woman flicked her wrist and all of the candles that were placed in the room were lit.
“My name is Indra. You don’t have to wrack that brain of yours as I’m sure you’ve never heard of me.”
“What do you want?” Hermione posed even though she knew what the answer was. It was the only sentence her confusion and nerves could conjure at that moment.
“Now now dear! You musn’t get your knickers in a twist. All will be settled soon” Indra continued in soft tone that was lined with cruelty.
“I don’t understand! All of you are supposed to be in Azkaban! Those rumors couldn’t have been true” Hermione said softly to try and reassure herself.
“Did you really think that once Voldemort was gone, so would be his loyal followers? Were you really.....that.....daft?” she asked in a darker tone. “Our great departed leader may no longer roam this world, but we are here to instill the order of chaos, the raping and pillaging of what we so desire. Yes, Voldemort may no longer be here, but what’s that to stop us?” she said as she swooped in front of Hermione’s face. Suddenly she backed away.
“Voldemort saw to it that some of his ‘special’ ones hid while he initiated the war. To be frank, and between us girls, I’m beginning to think that he left me in charge with the ones who he thought wouldn’t be able to cast an avada kadavra if their lives depended on it.”
Indra continued, “If he were successful, we would rise and take whatever we so pleased. And if he wasn’t, we still would rise, and take whatever we so pleased. It all worked out perfectly in the end, although I must say, we quiet enjoyed our visit to New Orleans. Those muggles and the excuses they find to get drunk and remove their clothing!”
“You know they’re going to find me” Hermione whispered, trying to convince herself at the same time.
“Of course, that was the plan all along. I JUST CAN’T GET ANYTHING PAST YOU NOW CAN I?” Indra said with a deviant exuberance loudly.
Hermione watched her pace around the room, the sounds of her shoes reverberating on what sounded like a floor made of stone, stuck out for her. They sounded so shallow and empty. There was silence for a few seconds and then Indra walked back to Hermione, dragging a chair with her. The sound of it dragging against the floor made Hermione cringe and Indra took notice of this with a smile on her face.
Indra sat down on the chair and leaned onto the cold stone Hermione was shackled to placing her elbow on the slab and her chin in the palm of her hand as if trying to make casual conversation.
“You know, you are very special to us. For years Voldemort bitched about the importance of purebloods in our world and I’m sure you realize how unpopular mud-, I mean, ‘your kind’ were” Indra said, trying to sound sensitive. It reminded her of Lucius Malfoy’s tone.
“Now imagine his astonishment when one of the most powerful witches to grace our presence was not a pureblood? It baffled him; intrigued him. He was curious but at the same time I think he was a bit fearful at what it truly meant. But Voldemort was never one to admit those insecurities to us. Lucky for me, I am quiet the expert at reading people” she continued with pride as she gently tapped her finger on the side of her forehead.
“I wasn’t originally Voldemort’s choice to take over the rogue Death Eaters” she continued, but this time was in a daze similar to one who is under veritaserum.
“He wanted Christopher Carvin to be our leader, but Carvin was always an incompetent one. He was a bit of a suck up - pathetic really. He reminded me so much of some red-headed bloke.....Weasley I think. Anyway, his ego got the better of him though and one night I just had to teach him a lesson on the values of true leadership. I made an example of him in front of all the others. It could be said his death was merciful, but, it’s no fun if a little blood isn’t shed.
I told the rest of them that with Carvin gone, we would begin our ultimate plan of continuing what Voldemort couldn’t do. Anyone who questioned me would meet the same fate as Carvin. I had been under the rule of men for all of my life. It was my turn to hold the reigns and when opportunity knocks, I strike. I held them with what Voldemort had done so for years - fear. It’s amazing what every living species will do in order to survive” Indra said coming out of her daze.
“I may be a little crazy” Indra whispered , “but women are always deemed crazy when men are caught with their pants down don’t you agree? I even contemplated trying to woo you to our side for a while. You would make an excellent spy for our cause Miss Granger. I hate to break your heart though, but that damn Gryffindor in you just can’t be persuaded” Indra said as she began to softly stroke Hermione’s hair.
“To be frank, we need more women in our line of work. Can you imagine what ruins this group would be in if the chain of command were left to people who think with the organ dangling between their legs? That was one thing Voldemort could never pick up on. His tastes in leadership always lacked unfortunately. I always respected and worshiped him, but the man was a bit too sexist for my tastes at times. Can you keep a secret between us girls? Lucius Malfoy had it coming to him soooooooo bad. I kind of wish I could have cast the avada kadavra on the asshole instead of his own son.”
“I’d rather be dead.....like your precious Voldemort.” Hermione spat back at her.
Suddenly, Indra’s face descended upon her in one fell swoop and tightened her grip on Hermione’s hair. Hermione was only a few inches away from screaming in agony and could feel her breath.
“Oh honey, by the time we’re done with you, death will be considered a wonderful blessing and you’ll be begging for it” Indra said as she released her grip on Hermione.
“You are nothing but bait. I sent Dumbledore a nice little present - something that belongs to you. I’m pretty sure they’ll be able to figure out where we are. It’s too easy.”
Hermione focused on the necklace that her mother gave to her before they were attacked and for the first time since she awoke, felt the cold chain on her flesh. She felt a sense of calm at knowing that it was still with her.
“We are so hoping to be graced by the presence of Dumbledore’s army - especially the ones of a one Mr. Draco Malfoy and Professor Severus Snape. We knew they were double agents months before the final battle. Why Voldemort didn’t press the issue and take care of the situation when it was first discovered, I don’t know.”
And with that, she got up from the chair and dragged it back across the room, smiling all the way, knowing that it aggravated her guest. When she was done she turned around, hair swinging to follow her, and stated: “I’d love to stay and chit-chat, but I’m getting a bit tired, and some of my boys are looking forward to spending some time with you” she said as a devious smile played on her lips.
Before she walked out of the room, she turned around and blew Hermione a kiss. Hermione could hear her voice and noticed the shadows of a few Death Eaters. The fear that dwelled inside of her grew at an unbearable speed with the knowledge that she was going to be a toy for the Death Eaters to play with to bide their time until she was to be found. With that knowledge, she closed her eyes and could only pray that someone had noticed she was missing
E-mail: KerryMuggle2004@hotmail.com
Rated R
Disclaimer: Don’t own em, except for Indra Karnstein.
Author’s Note: Reviews and feedback would be greatly, and may I stress, greatly appreciated.
“The Day The World Went Away” by Nine Inch Nails from the album “The Fragile.”
Chapter 2: The Day The World Went Away
“the plastic face forced to portray
all the insides left cold and gray”
She was swinging in the sunshine. The wind was blowing through her hair and the warm comforting hands that were her fathers were pushing her whenever the laws of gravity forced her to come down. The smile upon the face of an eight year old was one to watch - one to remember. Eyes that were always warned not to stare into the sun blinked furiously as she was pushed up into the air and dipped her head back to feel the wind dance through her hair. She came down and once again felt those hands pushing her up into the air, but this time, they were cold to the touch, even through the fabric of her clothes. Discarding the difference, she made another attempt to stare into the sun but squinted her eyes shut and awoke suddenly as a bright light glared above her head.
The light was now distant as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness that was prevalent in the room she was now in. She felt her arms shackled, as were her legs. The coldness that was the stone slab she was placed on sent a slight shiver down her spine more so than the overall chill of the room. She tasted the dry blood on her lip as she tried to find a solution to her dry, scratchy throat. Her breath hitched as she noticed that she wasn’t alone. In the darkness, she noticed bodies moving, trying to remain as quiet as possible, but before she could demand they reveal themselves, she heard a soft voice mutter...“lumos” as the woman’s wand lit up.
She was then followed by various voices following the cue of the woman.
“Lumos.......lumos......lumos......lumos....lumos....lumos...lumos” as their wands lit, a different voice for each light, lit up. She lost count after eight.
Hermione saw the wands of at least ten Death Eaters light up where they looked at her with nonchalant observance awaiting the commands of the woman who stood ahead of the crowd. She was the only one who wasn’t in full Death Eater garb. Her mask was off. The light of her wand was bright enough for Hermione to see that her hair was dark brown and fell past her shoulders. The woman also possessed brown eyes that hinted a false gentleness. She looked at Hermione and smiled as she lifted her bare left hand and waved her fingers at their guest.
“Hi there!” she said as she smiled at her hostage.
For the first time in her life, Hermione was speechless. She kept reminding herself to breathe as she looked at the group. She had never seen this woman in her entire life and didn’t have any idea on what to do next.
“And no, you’re not dreaming” the woman said as she stepped closer to Hermione, a slit of a smile on her face. “Such a lovely girl you are” the woman continued as she began to softly run her finger from Hermione’s forehead to her chin.
“This may be hard to believe, but we’re going to have a lot of fun! BOYS” she shouted with a hint of violence at the rest of the people in the room, “leave us. You understand - girl talk” the woman said calmly as she observed Hermione.
Hermione watched the other Death Eaters exit the room and into a crimson hallway. A part of her panicked at the thought of being alone in the room with the woman. As if the woman read her mind, she continued after the door was shut. The woman flicked her wrist and all of the candles that were placed in the room were lit.
“My name is Indra. You don’t have to wrack that brain of yours as I’m sure you’ve never heard of me.”
“What do you want?” Hermione posed even though she knew what the answer was. It was the only sentence her confusion and nerves could conjure at that moment.
“Now now dear! You musn’t get your knickers in a twist. All will be settled soon” Indra continued in soft tone that was lined with cruelty.
“I don’t understand! All of you are supposed to be in Azkaban! Those rumors couldn’t have been true” Hermione said softly to try and reassure herself.
“Did you really think that once Voldemort was gone, so would be his loyal followers? Were you really.....that.....daft?” she asked in a darker tone. “Our great departed leader may no longer roam this world, but we are here to instill the order of chaos, the raping and pillaging of what we so desire. Yes, Voldemort may no longer be here, but what’s that to stop us?” she said as she swooped in front of Hermione’s face. Suddenly she backed away.
“Voldemort saw to it that some of his ‘special’ ones hid while he initiated the war. To be frank, and between us girls, I’m beginning to think that he left me in charge with the ones who he thought wouldn’t be able to cast an avada kadavra if their lives depended on it.”
Indra continued, “If he were successful, we would rise and take whatever we so pleased. And if he wasn’t, we still would rise, and take whatever we so pleased. It all worked out perfectly in the end, although I must say, we quiet enjoyed our visit to New Orleans. Those muggles and the excuses they find to get drunk and remove their clothing!”
“You know they’re going to find me” Hermione whispered, trying to convince herself at the same time.
“Of course, that was the plan all along. I JUST CAN’T GET ANYTHING PAST YOU NOW CAN I?” Indra said with a deviant exuberance loudly.
Hermione watched her pace around the room, the sounds of her shoes reverberating on what sounded like a floor made of stone, stuck out for her. They sounded so shallow and empty. There was silence for a few seconds and then Indra walked back to Hermione, dragging a chair with her. The sound of it dragging against the floor made Hermione cringe and Indra took notice of this with a smile on her face.
Indra sat down on the chair and leaned onto the cold stone Hermione was shackled to placing her elbow on the slab and her chin in the palm of her hand as if trying to make casual conversation.
“You know, you are very special to us. For years Voldemort bitched about the importance of purebloods in our world and I’m sure you realize how unpopular mud-, I mean, ‘your kind’ were” Indra said, trying to sound sensitive. It reminded her of Lucius Malfoy’s tone.
“Now imagine his astonishment when one of the most powerful witches to grace our presence was not a pureblood? It baffled him; intrigued him. He was curious but at the same time I think he was a bit fearful at what it truly meant. But Voldemort was never one to admit those insecurities to us. Lucky for me, I am quiet the expert at reading people” she continued with pride as she gently tapped her finger on the side of her forehead.
“I wasn’t originally Voldemort’s choice to take over the rogue Death Eaters” she continued, but this time was in a daze similar to one who is under veritaserum.
“He wanted Christopher Carvin to be our leader, but Carvin was always an incompetent one. He was a bit of a suck up - pathetic really. He reminded me so much of some red-headed bloke.....Weasley I think. Anyway, his ego got the better of him though and one night I just had to teach him a lesson on the values of true leadership. I made an example of him in front of all the others. It could be said his death was merciful, but, it’s no fun if a little blood isn’t shed.
I told the rest of them that with Carvin gone, we would begin our ultimate plan of continuing what Voldemort couldn’t do. Anyone who questioned me would meet the same fate as Carvin. I had been under the rule of men for all of my life. It was my turn to hold the reigns and when opportunity knocks, I strike. I held them with what Voldemort had done so for years - fear. It’s amazing what every living species will do in order to survive” Indra said coming out of her daze.
“I may be a little crazy” Indra whispered , “but women are always deemed crazy when men are caught with their pants down don’t you agree? I even contemplated trying to woo you to our side for a while. You would make an excellent spy for our cause Miss Granger. I hate to break your heart though, but that damn Gryffindor in you just can’t be persuaded” Indra said as she began to softly stroke Hermione’s hair.
“To be frank, we need more women in our line of work. Can you imagine what ruins this group would be in if the chain of command were left to people who think with the organ dangling between their legs? That was one thing Voldemort could never pick up on. His tastes in leadership always lacked unfortunately. I always respected and worshiped him, but the man was a bit too sexist for my tastes at times. Can you keep a secret between us girls? Lucius Malfoy had it coming to him soooooooo bad. I kind of wish I could have cast the avada kadavra on the asshole instead of his own son.”
“I’d rather be dead.....like your precious Voldemort.” Hermione spat back at her.
Suddenly, Indra’s face descended upon her in one fell swoop and tightened her grip on Hermione’s hair. Hermione was only a few inches away from screaming in agony and could feel her breath.
“Oh honey, by the time we’re done with you, death will be considered a wonderful blessing and you’ll be begging for it” Indra said as she released her grip on Hermione.
“You are nothing but bait. I sent Dumbledore a nice little present - something that belongs to you. I’m pretty sure they’ll be able to figure out where we are. It’s too easy.”
Hermione focused on the necklace that her mother gave to her before they were attacked and for the first time since she awoke, felt the cold chain on her flesh. She felt a sense of calm at knowing that it was still with her.
“We are so hoping to be graced by the presence of Dumbledore’s army - especially the ones of a one Mr. Draco Malfoy and Professor Severus Snape. We knew they were double agents months before the final battle. Why Voldemort didn’t press the issue and take care of the situation when it was first discovered, I don’t know.”
And with that, she got up from the chair and dragged it back across the room, smiling all the way, knowing that it aggravated her guest. When she was done she turned around, hair swinging to follow her, and stated: “I’d love to stay and chit-chat, but I’m getting a bit tired, and some of my boys are looking forward to spending some time with you” she said as a devious smile played on her lips.
Before she walked out of the room, she turned around and blew Hermione a kiss. Hermione could hear her voice and noticed the shadows of a few Death Eaters. The fear that dwelled inside of her grew at an unbearable speed with the knowledge that she was going to be a toy for the Death Eaters to play with to bide their time until she was to be found. With that knowledge, she closed her eyes and could only pray that someone had noticed she was missing