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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,139
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What will we do?
Here's number two. And the reason the last chapter was so short is because I was just trying to get it all down and see if I should continue with it. The rest of them will be longer, promise!
She ripped open the envelope, frantically searching for the truth. Anger washed over her as she realized none of this was helping her. Finally, she reached the last two pages. One was a family tree, and the other was a birth certificate. How odd, she thought. Was this HER family tree? And HER birth certificate. But none of this made sense. The last name on the family tree was Angelica Riddle, and right above that was Tom Riddle.
What the hell? Confusion clouded her mind before she finally put it all together. Voldemort was her father? He couldn’t be. But then who was her mother? This must be someone’s idea of a joke. But the look on her parents’ faces told her it wasn’t. Wait, no they weren’t her parents. Not her real parents anyway. Some Christmas break this turned out to be.
Suddenly she felt the urge to hex everything in sight. Couldn’t they have just kept this from her? She was perfectly happy with the way everything was going. What teenager wanted to know they were the spawn of Satan? Her “parents” exchanged glances which only served to make her angrier.
She hastily made her way to her room, knocking away various items that happened to be in her path. Her hand was itching to blow something away. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. She reached her door and slammed it open. A red flash of light came from somewhere to her right and that was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out and crumpled to the floor.
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“Master, what would you like us to do with her?” Severus Snape’s voice echoed off the walls.
“You will do nothing with her. She is not to be touched….by any of you.” Voldemort’s red eyes moved slowly throughout the room before coming to a stop on none other than Lucius Malfoy.
“Yes, my lord.” Snape replied before bowing and moving back to his place in the Inner Circle.
Even though he wore a mask, Snape could see the evil glint in Malfoy’s eyes. He was planning something. Lucius always managed to have something up his sleeve. Only this time, he had to be careful. This wasn’t just any witch. This was the daughter of Voldemort himself. A Death Eater had to be stupid to try anything with her. Not to mention, she was a powerful little witch on her own. She was the brightest witch of her age and Harry Potter’s best friend.
Yes, Snape thought. Harry would get a nice little surprise. Would he still remain loyal to her? That was the question. The Dark Lord’s voice interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to present.
“You will treat her as you would treat me. If she is upset in any way, each of you will pay the price. She is the key to winning this war, and defeating the Potter boy. We need her happy and willing to fight for the cause. She must.”
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Her head ached and her entire was sore. Where the hell was she? She opened her eyes slowly and allowed them a few minutes to adjust to the light. The sight before her shocked and scared her. This was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. She lay in a bed with sheets of crimson satin. The furniture was a cherry oak finish and the walls were painted white.
There was a knock on the door and a small house elf entered with a tray of food. It was then that she realized how hungry she was. She took a sandwich from the tray and ate it quickly.
“Excuse me miss but you is needed soon.” The house elf squeaked before turning and hurrying out of the room. A few minutes later, the door banged open again and there stood Severus Snape. He noticed the confused expression on her face, pumpkin juice dripping from her chin.
“You will need to shower and be dressed for dinner in an hour. I will come to collect you at that time.” He spoke quietly, never taking his eyes off of her. She nodded her understanding and returned her attention to her food. The man stood there awkwardly for a moment more before making his exit.
Weird, she thought. What were they planning on doing to her? Torture? What fate would the child of Voldemort suffer? She shuddered involuntarily as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
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Thank you all for the reviews! I hope this is going in the right direction, please let me know what you think and I appreciate any suggestions or constructive criticism you may have. xx
She ripped open the envelope, frantically searching for the truth. Anger washed over her as she realized none of this was helping her. Finally, she reached the last two pages. One was a family tree, and the other was a birth certificate. How odd, she thought. Was this HER family tree? And HER birth certificate. But none of this made sense. The last name on the family tree was Angelica Riddle, and right above that was Tom Riddle.
What the hell? Confusion clouded her mind before she finally put it all together. Voldemort was her father? He couldn’t be. But then who was her mother? This must be someone’s idea of a joke. But the look on her parents’ faces told her it wasn’t. Wait, no they weren’t her parents. Not her real parents anyway. Some Christmas break this turned out to be.
Suddenly she felt the urge to hex everything in sight. Couldn’t they have just kept this from her? She was perfectly happy with the way everything was going. What teenager wanted to know they were the spawn of Satan? Her “parents” exchanged glances which only served to make her angrier.
She hastily made her way to her room, knocking away various items that happened to be in her path. Her hand was itching to blow something away. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. She reached her door and slammed it open. A red flash of light came from somewhere to her right and that was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out and crumpled to the floor.
--
“Master, what would you like us to do with her?” Severus Snape’s voice echoed off the walls.
“You will do nothing with her. She is not to be touched….by any of you.” Voldemort’s red eyes moved slowly throughout the room before coming to a stop on none other than Lucius Malfoy.
“Yes, my lord.” Snape replied before bowing and moving back to his place in the Inner Circle.
Even though he wore a mask, Snape could see the evil glint in Malfoy’s eyes. He was planning something. Lucius always managed to have something up his sleeve. Only this time, he had to be careful. This wasn’t just any witch. This was the daughter of Voldemort himself. A Death Eater had to be stupid to try anything with her. Not to mention, she was a powerful little witch on her own. She was the brightest witch of her age and Harry Potter’s best friend.
Yes, Snape thought. Harry would get a nice little surprise. Would he still remain loyal to her? That was the question. The Dark Lord’s voice interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to present.
“You will treat her as you would treat me. If she is upset in any way, each of you will pay the price. She is the key to winning this war, and defeating the Potter boy. We need her happy and willing to fight for the cause. She must.”
--
Her head ached and her entire was sore. Where the hell was she? She opened her eyes slowly and allowed them a few minutes to adjust to the light. The sight before her shocked and scared her. This was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. She lay in a bed with sheets of crimson satin. The furniture was a cherry oak finish and the walls were painted white.
There was a knock on the door and a small house elf entered with a tray of food. It was then that she realized how hungry she was. She took a sandwich from the tray and ate it quickly.
“Excuse me miss but you is needed soon.” The house elf squeaked before turning and hurrying out of the room. A few minutes later, the door banged open again and there stood Severus Snape. He noticed the confused expression on her face, pumpkin juice dripping from her chin.
“You will need to shower and be dressed for dinner in an hour. I will come to collect you at that time.” He spoke quietly, never taking his eyes off of her. She nodded her understanding and returned her attention to her food. The man stood there awkwardly for a moment more before making his exit.
Weird, she thought. What were they planning on doing to her? Torture? What fate would the child of Voldemort suffer? She shuddered involuntarily as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
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Thank you all for the reviews! I hope this is going in the right direction, please let me know what you think and I appreciate any suggestions or constructive criticism you may have. xx