Unjust Peace

AN...I totally stole the disclaimer from Nerys...Smile

Now, the story takes place after DH. Voldemort won and Hermione is the last surviving member from the Order.
I warn everyone, just in case. NO REDEEMED VOLDEMORT! NEVA! He's evil. He was evil, is evil and forever will be evil.
Also, I am a bit touched in the head. Just so you know.

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Chapter 2

Shivering form the cold, Hermione lay quietly in her not so comfortable bed, tracing weird patterns on the cold walls and from time to time playing with the spider that was her only company.

Her mind was still clear, untouched by the various tortures and pains, even though most of the prisoners have gone either mad or just broke down.

A year ago Hermione promised to herself that she would not break and she kept her word despite everything. Even after Ron died, Hermione did not break.

Moving her fingers along the small lines on the wall, Hermione thought for a second that perhaps it was for the better that Ron joined Harry and didn't have to go through that hell she was living in.

Just when Hermione was about to fall asleep, tired from the days' work, a door opened and a small child, no more than six years old was kicked in.

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What a boring day, Lord Voldemort thought while combing his fine, shining hair in front of a huge mirror in his personal chambers.

It was a good idea to transform the former wizarding prison into his mansion, seeing that everybody, including Bellatrix, Lucius and other Death Eaters cringed every time they stepped into the building.

The potion made wonders, Voldemort thought looking over his perfect reflection. He had to agree that a certain degree of narcissism became ever existent. But really, after living thirteen years in a form of a ghost, without a proper body, and then spending several years looking like a spouse of a drunken snake and a stoned mummy, it felt so good to his perfect looks back.

No one would ever tell that he was older than seventy years old. Judging from his appearance, he was no more than thirty five.

Everything was perfect in his life, except that it didn't make him happy, satisfied anymore. He wanted, no, needed a challenge. And he had already found one.

Stepping into a huge store-room, Lord Voldemort walked over the shelf where several boxed labeled with different titles stood: 'Entertainment', 'Additional Pain', 'Forget me not' and finally, 'Big bad me'.

Lord Voldemort unhappily agreed with his inner thoughts that he could not last any longer without a proper challenge because looking at the label 'Big bad me', he really wanted to check himself into St. Mungo's.

Carefully opening the box, he withdrew a pair of blond, red, black and even green hairs and laid them out on to the table.

He really hoped that his Potion Masters had chosen some good candidates for his entertainment, and with a very nasty grin, Lord Voldemort put the blond hairs into the Polyjuice Potion.

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Lucius Malfoy was having a very heated debate with his crazy sister-in-law when the main doors were blasted away.

Everybody in room, including some low ranked Death Eaters and the Inner Circle had their wands drawn out and aimed at the intruder.

When Lucius's eyes adapted to the smoke from the blast, he was more than shocked.

The intruder was weird to say the least. The Death Eaters started to laugh, pointing fingers at the girl.

A small, even tiny girl with long blond hair, braded with flowers and a shining butterfly clasp-pin, with the most angelic face one could meet, stood in the doorway.

Her pink princess-dress and small pearly shoes on small heels gave an impression that an angel had graced the Earth with its presence.

Laughing, Lucius looked into the beautiful sky-blue eyes of the girl when he felt his bones melt from fear. The angelic girl's sky-blue eyes had the oh-so-familiar mad glint in them, shining red form time to time.

'Merlin help me,' Lucius thought when he noticed the yew wand the girl was holding in her small chubby hand.

And when the angelic girl opened her sweet mouth, all the Death Eaters wished they were dead.

"Who touched my belongings?"

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"Imperio," the tine girl hissed menacingly, pointing a want at some unknown Death Eater.

"You will bring me to the cell where Hermione Granger is at, and then you'll come for me in four hours. After that you'll jump form the cliff," the girl continued twirling her yew wand hissing at the shocked Nagini at the same time.

The snake was already used to the mood swings of her Master and to the weird behavior, but never in her long life had Nagini seen her Master looking so…stupid with those butterflies and pink dress.

"Now, start walking towards the cell and take a book with you. Any book with colorful pictures and no violence," 'girl' Voldemort added when he saw that the Death Eater had taken a book 'Deathly Curses. The most painful ways to kill your enemy' from a book shelf.

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As soon as a small girl was kicked into the cell, Hermione was by her side, trying to calm the angelic child.

"Hello, sweetie. I'm Hermione," she quietly said to the trembling child.

'Hello, Hermione. I'm Lord Voldemort,' the Dark Lord thought while saying a quiet pitiful "Hi".

"Don't be scared, baby," Hermione continued hugging the tiny form of the most powerful wizard in the last centuries.

'I'm not scared. I'm disgusted. What a smell'.

"Ok," the baby answered looking at Hermione with innocent blue eyes.

Hugging the child, Hermione thought that she saw a mad red glint in those pretty blue eyes, but quickly pushing that thought out of her mind, she tried to talk to the girl, to find out what had happened to her.

"What's your name, darling?" Hermione asked sweetly and was astonished to see the dumbfounded expression on child's face.

'Damn, what's my name? Idiotic Death Eaters, all of them.' He had to think fast and muttered the first thing that came to his mind.

"Avada," the child said to the shocked Hermione.

"O…alright," Granger added smiling at the girl. What a weird name, she thought.

"Do you know where your parents are, Avada?" trying to drift child's attention from the disgusting cell Hermione inquired softly.

'Of course I know. My mother died in childbirth, the stupid witch she was, and my dear daddy dearest received a nice Avada Kedavra from me, alongside with my moronic filthy grandparents.'

"No," Voldemort whispered and a lonely tear ran from the innocent blue eye towards the plump lips.

Poor baby, Hermione Granger thought while taking the child into her lap and rocking it slowly.

"I am going to make you feel better, sweetie," Hermione whispered hugging the child closer.

'I am sure you will, mudblood. I am sure'.

To be continued...