Mine

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
Your'e frozen
When your hearts not open

Your'e so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
Your'e broken
When your hearts not open
-Frozen, Madonna


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Voldemort’s POV

I lay on my cold bed looking up at the ceiling, it had grown cold since Hermione left, not the warmth of her body by my side. She will hurt for the hurt she brought the dark lord, the impossible hurt I never thought I could ever feel.

But that Zoë girl was brilliant, just like Hermione but just without the passion, she obviously didn’t want to be there. She reminded me of Hermione after she gave in fighting me, not that responsive but still so good. I must go back to see her again, Zoë was her name, yes…she would be useful until Hermione returns…
She was married though, her husband couldn’t of died or the ring would of fell off, she didn’t know or she lied. That’s impossible. Her ring was so similar to my own, I couldn’t get a good because I was so hurried but next time I will look at it more than a glance. Now I think about it, though the ring she had was similar, it was too similar…my own looks pretty common from afar but is exquisite when properly looked at, what am I thinking? Of course it was just a basic replica of my own, probably a cheap copy, I grew curious about her husband. I will find out who this guy she married is. The man who wasn’t dead but dead by her knowledge…

The next morning curiosity got the better of me so I searched for the name. A busy man such as myself always made time for personal matters, the world wasn’t exactly going to explode if I wasn’t always watching it.
Nothing. From wizarding records the surname didn’t exist. No one named Zoë Occult existed, I didn’t mishear her so what could this mean? of course she lied, I admire her attempt to rebel against me but that sort of thing didn’t go unpunished…

That would be amusing, to see her face as I returned so soon, just the next morning. I didn’t even say anything to her current boss, he just let me through-as he should but I heard him mutter something about ’sleeping’.
He was correct, when I entered her small room she was curled up on her bed blissfully asleep, still naked from last night, her only warmth was a thin sheet. I didn’t feel pity, most were like that these days, some in much worse condition than her, I raised my wand with a smirk. She awoke with tortured screams as I crucioed her for several minutes, she was shaking and tears were streaming down her face, just how I liked my witches. I slowly lifted the curse leaving her shaking and sobbing, but she didn’t seem weak strangely.
“What have I done now!”, she cried with her eyes closed, still unaware who had inflicted the curse.

“I assure you you know full well, lies don’t go unpunished as you also know full well”, I hissed as she opened her eyes quickly, full of shock and fear. She quickly pulled herself up and rubbed her eyes of tears, I noticed they weren’t red anymore.

“I don’t actually milord, if you do why don’t you enlighten me?”, she said boldly and angrily, I was slightly taken aback by her courage, maybe she was a Gryffindor but she seemed so clever.

“Your name is not Zoë is it?”

“I don’t understand milord”, she said simply with a look of confusion across her face, I also noticed she no longer seemed to be affected by the curse…strange she recovered so quickly.

“Your name doesn’t exist, so tell me, how is that?”

“I don’t quite understand milord, I was married to a man whose last name was Occult”

“You mean to say he was a muggle?”

“No, er yes”

“So what is it, yes or no?”

“Yes he was a muggle”, she quickly lied, I could see right through her.

“My dear, you should not lie to lord Voldemort”

“It doesn’t matter what my name is”, she said hastily while getting up, attempting to cover herself with the sheet.

“Ye it does, no one lies to me. Your attempts to cover yourself have left me amused though I must say”, she blushed making me smirk, “let me see your ring”

“No”

“No? you are obviously not that bright, no one refuses the dark lord”

“You mean no one had refused you, I will show you my ring the day you declare peace and freedom for everyone, as that’s not likely to happen, its not likely your going to see my ring”, she stated, I couldn’t believe my ears, the whore was testing me! I grabbed her hair tight and pulled her against me, I hear her whimper but it just made me laugh! “You’re the dark lord, how comes you haven’t already looked into my mind?”, I saw a slight smirk across her lips and that’s when I realised she was using occlumency against me.

“Your bordering on being killed”

“Do what you like, im sick of this place and you! Go and move onto the next slut after you’ve done with me, I cant believe all the dark lord thinks about is fucking his way through his kingdom!”, she sneered.

“I’ve had enough of you my dear, you are lucky you’ve lasted so long…Avada Kedavra!”

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Hermione’s POV

I saw a green light come my way, it was unavoidable as it hit me straight in the chest, I hit the back of the wall with so much force and my legs collapsed beneath me.

I should be dead.

I didn’t die. Instead I was crumpled on the cold floor in more pain than I’ve ever felt, so much pain it was like I was dying but I wouldn’t. it was no good being on the floor so I slowly but steadily stood up while leaning against the wall for support. The pain was unbearable and wouldn’t go at all, I couldn’t see anything as I collapsed to the floor again, all I saw was black dragon skin boots come towards me and I knew no more.

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Voldemort POV

I turned towards the door as I heard her body hit the wall, such a waste.

I looked back over my shoulder as a gasp of breath behind me could be heard, I was frozen to the spot seeing the impossible happen before me.
The girl I had just killed, wasn’t dead. Obviously weak, nevertheless she tried to push herself up. Hundreds of questions filled my head, how did she survive? Only Potter has ever survived an Avada Kedavra and that caused my downfall, but here I was, as powerful as ever and she was alive. I watched in amazement as she tried to breath, holding herself but unable to stand any longer, and then she fell.

I got closer, at first I wanted to check if she dead but once it was clear she wasn’t I grew even more confused, that’s when I noticed she was changing. Her blue eyes were no longer blue but brown as they closed, her hair was growing darker. What was happening? I turned her onto her back with my boot, this impossible girl was her. My heart leapt as her features changed her into Hermione.
My Hermione in a brothel, hiding all this time. Did she really prefer this than me? Though she was in pain it made me even more angry, physical torture was nothing to her anymore it seemed.

How did I not see it earlier, her attitude for one and then her ring, now I look at it I can see its clearly the same as mine, if only I had looked closer yesterday I would have known earlier. She couldn’t die but it had drained the strength out of her, her skin was pale and her lips were slightly parted as if trying to scream.

I didn’t know what to feel, happiness I had finally found her or disgust and anger at what she had been doing. I killed the man who was apparently in charge of her, I even killed a few girls out of frustration before aparating her and myself back home.

Finally I have her. She is once again mine. Back where she belongs.

I had her healed, she was sick because of her exposure to death but unable to fall into it. She was unconscious for just under a week, I didn’t have to heal her but her recovery would have been so much longer, now I didn’t owe her anything after she helped me. Now I could start my revenge, I had already decided, simple torture was pointless, no she need something more fitting-she was a slave after all. But first I had to mess with her head.
I had a house elf to come to me straight away when she awoke which made it easier for me, I wanted to be the first person to see her.

There she was standing by the window, gazing at the last few days of summer.

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Hermione’s POV

I woke aching and sore, what happened to me? The bastards weren’t allowed to damage me! that’s when I realised how soft the bed I was in was, my bed is hard and stiff, this one is letting me sink right into it! I pushed myself up while noticing the covers, so similar…no, no, no! I looked up and almost fainted, I was in Voldemort’s chambers, it came back to me, everything. The pain I felt when he killed-well tried to kill me, the feel of my back being smashed into a wall and then my legs being crushed by my body. Torture.
A small house elf appeared and handed me a robe, “Morning miss! We is all glad miss back! Master has been cru-not himself. Not anymore now miss return!”, he said smiling widely, I returned the smile politely.

“Erm, thank you for healing me I guess”

“It wasn’t Dilly, it was a few healers miss. Master asked Dilly to feed miss when she awakens and to give you robes”, it added before disaparating, leaving a deep green robe and a tray of food. I knew better to think the food was tampered with, Voldemort wasn’t going to poison me so I ate the filling breakfast hungrily, I had been near starved in the brothel.
After I got up and looked down at myself in the green robe, I wore nothing underneath, it seemed Voldemort hadn’t given the house elf orders to let me wear clothes when I was unconscious, still the same old dark lord.

How did I end up like this? I was free-well as near as but ended up in that disgusting place, now im back here, it was like all I did was for nothing. I still love him, eurgh! why do I feel like this? I wondered on those thoughts as I admired the view through the window, it looked so beautiful the grounds, it was such a shame the beauty didn’t go any further than the grounds.

“After all that you are still beautiful”, his hissed in my ear, putting his arms around my waist, “You left”

“Im back now so it doesn’t really matter”, I whispered

“No it doesn’t, all that matters is you’re here”, he breathed, I turned around in surprise, surely he wasn’t so ok with me leaving?

“I love you”

“I know you do”, he replied

“I had to leave, I don’t want to be apart of your new world”, he didn’t reply but kissed me deeply.

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Voldemort’s POV

I have her. More than anything I have her believing she’s in the clear, I was loving and affectionate that morning, I even made love to her, something I didn’t see a point in when I could just fuck her senseless. But this way she trusted me, I needed that to break her heart. I hate her for leaving, and I’ve promised myself she will pay.

I smirked to myself when she fell asleep in my arms around midday, clearly exhausted from our antics.
“If I was you I wouldn’t wake up”
But she did, I sat opposite the bed staring at her as stirred with a smile. I saw her feel around for me but when she realised I wasn’t there she sat up, the sheets falling to expose her breasts nicely, unaware I was watching her. I savoured these moments.

“are you going to get up or are you going to sleep all day?”, I said making her jump, she looked over and smiled at me, “Well are you?”

“Im getting up”, she replied happily, getting out of the bed and pulling on the green robe. She came over and sat next to me on the sofa, “What’s wrong Tom?”, she asked curiously but thinking I was going to laugh and give her a kiss. Neither which I did.

“Don’t call me that name, you will refer to me as milord, master or sir”, I replied coldly not looking at her

“What’s going on?”, she half laughed,

“ill tell you what’s going on. You are a slave and haven’t worked like one, I told you I needed you to win the war-which you did. The prophecy remember? Once everything on the prophecy was completed I would win the war, you had to love me to make it happen, I must say I did well to get you to”, I sniggered, her eyes filled with disbelief

“Your joking right?”

“I never joke, you seem to forget who I am and what I can and have done. I don’t love you, I never did, I had to make you believe it and you did, you fell hopelessly in love. You really think I could feel that emotion? You are obviously even more pathetic than I ever thought”, I sneered

“Its not true, you married me…we were happy. You cant say that, I love you!”

“I know and that’s what makes this so much more…sweeter. You see, when you left you made me quite angry but once I found you I knew I could finally punish you, then I found you in a brothel of all places! I’ve done so much for you! Things I have done for no one else. Did you really prefer that place to here?”

“No! everyday I wanted to be back here, I hated that place but I knew being apart of your new world would send me to hell. Im not evil!! Im not dark! How can I be what you want me to be? every time one of those disgusting bastards touched me I imagined it was you! What was the point”, she cried, a few tears slid down her cheeks but she hurriedly wiped them away.

“I don’t care what you want, you don’t get a choice as my slave. I will give you new duties everyday, lets just say they will be similar to that of a house elf”

“You married me”

“You may have a ring showing you are my wife, but from now on the closest you are to me is my mistress. I don’t care if you want it or not, you will obey any order. You are nothing more than a whore to me”, I smirked and apparated to my private study.

Maybe I was a little harsh, I didn’t actually mean what I said, but she needed to feel hurt. I had to have her feel pain. When she feels that, when she feels truly sorry then I will forgive her, then we will be how we were.
I smiled at my plan, by the end I will have the obedient wife I want, someday she will thank me.

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Hermione’s POV (A/N: You get the picture, when there’s a star * it means the POV has swapped so I don’t need to keep doing it lol)

The evil bastard. I knew he would want some sort of revenge on me, but to say that? To actually say he doesn’t love me after all we’ve done! This time last year him saying he hates me wouldn’t matter to me, but now…he broke my heart. I curled up on the floor and cried and cried. I hate him. I hate him.
After hiding from him for all that time, I never expected this to happen.

I’ve never been heartbroken, its name is exactly what it feels like, my heart shattered. I felt no life in me, but yet again he has won, I cant die and end it all.

A note appeared on the bed, I didn’t want to read it but it could say anything and at this point in time I wouldn’t put it past him if he crucioed me just for not looking at it.

H-
Your work clothes will arrive soon, I found them rather appropriate for your situation, be grateful I have given you anything.
I have had new books installed in the library and they need to be placed in the right places, no magic.
You wont be able to read them, this isn’t for your leisure.
Master/sir/lord…you still haven’t picked one, I am being generous giving you decisions

I could almost see the smirk on his face. I crumpled the note up and threw it into the fire.
By the time there was nothing left of the note an outfit had started to ‘grow’ on me, obviously he thought I wasn’t going to wear whatever I had to.
And I wouldn’t if I had the choice. I looked down and didn’t know whether to laugh or be disgusted. I was dressed in a black low cut and thigh length dress complete with white apron and stockings, it was so tight it was uncomfortable to breathe. I was wearing what looked like some fetish French maid outfit, this is just pure humiliation, that is all. Just another blow to the pain he was trying to give me, he had succeeded of course like he knew he would. I have nothing to live for, pain, humiliation and heartbreak is all I have left. I wanted him to love me, how can I love him anymore? But the emotion you cannot help, I hate myself and him for that. I cant even end it all, I was immortal, forced to endure the hardship.
What am I doing? I cant let him get to me, no matter how I feel, he won the world but he wont win my pain. No he wont, ill play his game if he wants to.

I looked on the bright side, though my ‘costume’ was sluttish and pathetic it made me laugh, I just told myself I was dressing up for Halloween or something.

I thought the book task would be an easy one, how wrong I was. When he said new books I thought he meant a few new orders, no he had nearly a libraries worth of new books, and the library itself had doubled in size. The bastard wasn’t joking then.

A few hours later as a few books I was trying to put onto a high shelf fell, I groaned in frustration. I must have been doing this tedious task for hours and yet hardly anything was done. I Settled down picking up the small pile scattered on the floor, as I reached out to pick up the last couple another hand got them first. I looked up to see Snape handing them to me, I muttered a thanks and reached up to place them on the shelf while ignoring him.

“So you’re back then”

“Obviously”

“Not to happy about that? I was surprised when I heard you were in the brothel, but obviously your glamour charm was strong or I would of seen you sooner, I do own the place”

“You!”, I said angrily, “so you’re the reason I was forced to fuck Merlin knows how many! Well I guess it doesn’t matter really does it, im here now. He got what he wanted, and now I must suffer”

“how are you suffering? I cant see any marks on that skin of yours, I doubt you have any hidden seeing as your showing so much at moment”, he sniggered, I wanted to torture him but knew better not to.

“im being humiliated, forced to work like a house elf and did I forget, I had my heart fucking broken into pieces!”, I could feel the tears coming but I held them back as much as I could, I told myself he wont win. “you know all this slave labour doesn’t bother me really. Have you just come to gloat or do I have to shine your shoes?”, I rolled my eyes and continued my work.

“you shouldn’t have left, but if you just do what he says you may get it a bit easier, that’s just some advice”, he stated, I knew he was right but I didn’t want to admit it. I looked back at him and I noticed how different he looked. His hair was short and more suited to him and he had by the looks of it been working out, I blushed and tried to move my thoughts to other things.

“You did alright for yourself then, Minster of magic, a brothel full of girls and some nice robes”

“you could say that I have done well and treated myself to some nice robes”, and a sexy new image I muttered in my head, I wasn’t attracted to him but I never knew he of all people could actually look sexy! I saw a smirk grow on his lips. Damn he saw my thoughts!
“Ill be seeing you then, maybe you can shine my shoes some other time”, he finished and left.

I burst out laughing, he thinks im attracted to him, just great. I should be annoyed, scared or angry but instead I found it funny.
These were the moments that kept me going.
And I promised myself I will not shine anyone’s shoes.

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Ok so Voldemort has her back and was being pretty cruel to her.
He feels as close to love for her as you can get but his dark ways just overtake that emotion, he wanted her to feel broken inside.
This is Hermione though, although she is heartbroken she wont let herself be weak anymore, she’s a fighter through and through. She’s just making it easier for herself.