Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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When Hermione awoke the smell of rot hit her face with a stunning effect. The medicinal smell of moldy water filled her nostrils and she coughed suddenly from the influx of sensations. Hermione’s hair was bedraggled and hung limply over one shoulder. She was wearing the robes still and her wrists were chained up to a decaying stone wall.

A rat scurried by under her feet and Hermione froze while it moved by. A thin light made its way to where she was at and it was clearly nighttime outside. The other students were waiting on her. She had utterly flipped out earlier and now she had cost them dearly.

A hissing noise filled her ears, as a shadow closed over the moonlight gap in the ceiling above her. Hermione flinched as she felt the coldness of a snake body rolling past her upper thigh and down onto the floor. “Nagini!” Hermione whispered hopefully.

The snake dropped a parchment that was in his mouth. The parchment was within her grasp and she quickly unrolled it.


The Carrows are enforcing the marriage law tonight. Pansy moving into the room will destroy any hopes that we have of leaving. We have to take the potion and escape tonight. We will come back for you. Do not lose hope! Nia will be keeping an eye out for you. We love you dearly. Do not let them change you.

D.A.


Hermione dropped the parchment and began to cry, great big sobbing gasps. She was an idiot. She had destroyed her only chance of escape, getting revenge of Romilda. Now she was going to die in this hellhole and she did not even have her friends with her for comfort.

“Well, well my dear. I told you someday your prince will come.” Lestrange opened the chamber door and leaned on the inside door. He walked closer to her and crouched down next to her. His dark eyes gleamed intently. “I’m starting to think you like it here. You know, your little friends all escaped. You must have missed that train. You were to busy killing someone.”

Hermione sucked in a breath. “ Romilda’s dead?”

Lestrange tilted his head. “It got me hard just watching the pensieve that the Carrows played for the Dark Lord. I always suspected you had it in you, luv.”

“I’m not your luv, you sick wanker.” Hermione spat and she stared back at the ground coldly.

“Oh that’s right… Your Malfoy’s love.” Lestrange’s smile gleamed white in the darkness of the cell.

Hermione did not say anything. The rat scurried past her legs and Hermione just watched it dully, and she was acutely aware that Lestrange was the vilest thing in this room currently and flinching did not alleviate the feeling.

In retrospect, the rat was welcome.

“Are you here to rape me?” Hermione trilled in false fear. Her anger began to grow at being the local Deatheater entertainment.

Lestrange leered. “It wouldn’t be rape would it.”

Hermione made a noise between disgust and annoyance. Suddenly the air grew colder and a man wearing black robes swept around the side of Lestrange and peered at Hermione. His eyes were slits of black and he was rather good looking. The man’s hands were cold when he touched her chin and lifted her face to meet his own.

“Bring the mirror.” The voice that rolled out of his tongue came with a serpentine hiss and Hermione recognized it as Voldemort. Hermione recoiled but the fingers gently gripped her chin firmly.

Wormtail limped in carrying the Mirror of Erised. Hermione grew confused at the sight of the beautiful mirror in front of her. Voldemort turned the mirror to face her.

His black eyes seemed to devour her as he asked. “What do you see?”

Hermione stared into the mirror reluctantly not sure where Voldemort was going with this.

The mirror rippled suddenly and she saw Draco Malfoy standing across from her. His face twisted in a smile, his eyes warm as he pulled her closer to him, his mouth descending for a kiss. Hermione gasped from the pain of witnessing it.

“I see myself with Harry Potter.” Hermione spat at Voldemort.

Voldemort probed her thoughts and he began to laugh bitterly. “Liar. You see the Malfoy boy. Bring the Veritaserum.”

Wormtail removes the mirror with Voldemort’s nod and brings back the bottle instead. “Tell us where the children went…?”

“I can give you what you want… Hermione.” Voldemort’s voice sent shivers of fear down her spine at his words.

“I would rather die you filthy bastard.” Hermione said very purposefully. She closed her eyes waiting for him to strike her dead.

Instead, Voldemort laughed and pried open her mouth and tossed the serum down her throat. His other hand closed around her throat and she convulsively swallowed for air. The potion went down her throat.

“You think I am a fool who easily kills for a mere insult?!? Stupid chit.” He hissed and released her throat.

“Where are the children?” Voldemort asked informally.

“Gone.” Hermione responded hoarsely.

Voldemort closed his eyes in frustration. The girl was trying to be clever.

“Gone where?”

“I don’t know.”

Draco moved inside the chamber from the door. “ You called me My Lord?”

“Yes, I want you nearby if I need you.” Voldemort stared at Hermione’s face as she paled at his words. The flicker of worry pleased him.

“Who was in on it with you? Who betrayed me?”

Hermione tensed as she looked at Draco. Her eyes filled with betrayal. Draco simply watched her impassively.

“Ginerva Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom.” Hermione recited.

Voldemort blanched and his handsome charm drop to reveal the serpentine disfigured face that Hermione knew. “ WHAT! Harry POTTER?!”

Draco and Rudolphus looked shocked. Potter was dead. How could he have helped?

“The Veritaserum isn’t working.” Lestrange stated frowning.

Voldemort waved a hand. “No, its true, Potter is not dead. He was being held, but HOW did he get into the school?”

Hermione’s eyes glassed over. “He took over Blaise’s Zabini’s role, using Polyjuice Potion.”

Draco looked sharply at Hermione and he felt his heart begin to ache, watching her monotone like that.

“Why did you not escape, is this a plot to have you destroy my school?” Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

“No sir, I chose Draco Malfoy over escape.” Silent tears slipped over her pale cheeks.

Draco fell back in shock. She had willingly stayed knowing this would happen because of him.

Voldemort sneered. “How touching. What would you do to save Draco Malfoy’s life?”

Lestrange grabbed Draco’s wand and held it on him. “My Lord?”

Draco paled and shook his head at Hermione, willing her not to speak or choose him. He could feel his eyes burning as he stared at the goddess in front of him.

Hermione stared at the ground and whispered. “Anything you wanted.” Tears were flooding down her cheeks now. The words were barely audible.

“If I asked you to fuck Lestrange or even myself? Become a Deatheater? KILL HARRY POTTER? What! What would you do?”

“Anything…” She replied monotone.

Draco gasped and stumbled at her words. GODS, she was going to get them both killed. Draco closed his eyes and wet his lips thinking hard.

“My Lord… Should I tie him up here as well?” Lestrange danced eagerly.

Voldemort sneered. “No, you fool. Malfoy is loyal to us. However, this is very good news. Very good.”

“Do you know how important you are little so-called Mudblood?” Voldemort reached for her and pulled her up against him until her arms bent unnaturally, as she pulled from the wall. Hermione cried out in pain at the stretched feeling and closeness to Voldemort.

“You will be very useful to me. Lestrange. Have someone clean her up. She is filthy looking and dress her in robes. We should treat my new friend with respect.” Voldemort laughed darkly but his mind was working very quickly.

Hermione was unchained and Draco bent down to help her stand but she hissed at him in disgust. Draco moved back as Lestrange grabbed her upper arm and lead her from the chamber. Draco suddenly knew that the Wizarding world would have no chance whatsoever with Hermione helping Voldemort. He had to figure a way out of this. SOON.

TBC-


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