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The sun shone on my face, even though it was cold I could still feel its warmth. I strolled through the gardens in the grounds, beautiful. It was like a jungle of wonders, fascinating me as I smelt different scents, felt strange textures and saw unusual shapes and colours. I glanced at the place Lucius raped me all that time ago and the place he died, not wanting to remember it I quickly crossed the bridge over the stream. I threw in a flower and watched as is floated away to an unknown destination.

I hadn’t seen anyone this day only a house elf who served me some breakfast, Voldemort was doing his usual business, probably setting up some massacres and Merlin knows what else. I sat on a bench opposite the stream and played with my necklace, daydreaming in such a relaxing environment, when I heard footsteps. I quickly stood up and checked to see the source, platinum hair came round the corner, he hadn’t gotten taller since last time.

“What are you doing here sir?”, I asked Draco, I had no idea if it was weekend, half term or whatever.

“Just seeing you, you look different”

“Im the same as always, what’s wrong? You seem different sir”

“Nothing its just the weather, why do you keep calling me sir?”, he said confused.

“You know I have to call anyone with a dark mark sir, sir. What’s happened to you? Fallen off a broomstick or something?”, I laughed and walked passed him to the stream, dipping my toes in its icy water.

“Hermione…im so sorry”

“For what?”, I asked confused, turning round to see him right in front of me, I felt a sudden piercing pain. I slowly looked down to a cold blade deep inside of me, still in his hand, and deep red blood bringing colour to my white robes. I looked back into his eyes to see them turning green and his hair darkening. He pulled it out with a swift tug and I collapsed to the floor.

“Im sorry”, was the last thing I heard, Harry’s eyes glistening with tears watched me as fell into darkness.

*

Faded sounds came to my attention as I slowly opened my eyes, it took a few minutes to adjust but finally I could see I was in the bedroom. It was the sound of rain against the night window and the fire cracking in its place, I saw Voldemort come into view and look down at me.

“What happened master?”, I asked confused, then I remembered, “No!”, I gasped and pulled up my nightdress to looked down to my abdomen. A scar, still healing was just above my belly button, who did this? I cant remember!

“It seems the-boy-who-still-lives came here disguised as Draco by polyjuiced potion-he was with me at the time it happened so I knew it definitely wasn’t him. I should have given you some protection, for that im sorry, I just didn’t think it necessary to get Rodulphus to go with you, in future he will”

“Harry? Master he wouldn’t…no! I-I remember his eyes…”, tears filled my eyes in disbelief, “Why? He knows I cant die”

“He stabbed you with a blade with Basilisk venom on, Dumbledore knew it was a way of destroying a Horcrux and also knew he had no way of getting to you. From my own sources I’ve found that Potter volunteered to do it, only those with a dark mark can enter these grounds unless they have permission from myself, as he was a polyjuiced version of Draco he had the mark and could do that. I’ve changed the security, im now the secret keeper”, he told me quietly, sitting down on the bed.

“I cant believe this master, he-he was my best friend. What did the venom do to me?”, I cried

“It didn’t kill you because you cant-if you didn’t have a horcrux you‘d be dead straight away, you just reacted by falling unconscious for a few days. Neither did it destroy my Horcrux, there is only one way and im the only one who knows how, but the venom will run in your blood forever, you may have abilities similar to a basilisk…”

“Great, im part fucking snake master!”,

“There is one other thing…you know I had the baby protected but im afraid nothing is strong enough against Basilisk venom…”, he said quietly, not even looking at me, I knew what he was about to say but I couldn’t believe it, “The baby didn’t survive”. I couldn’t even shed a tear, it was to much for just tears, I didn’t say anything just stared into the fire opposite me. I felt something else, not just sadness, I felt something boiling up inside.

“I want him, them to feel the pain I feel master. I hate…no, its just I truly believed they were my friends”, I choked but I could hear the anger in my voice, so could he.

“Don’t worry, they will”, he muttered leaning over to kiss me, “You still have to heal”, he whispered in my ear as he pulled away.

“Cant my necklace heal it master?”

“No. even though its a power full object it wont heal a Basilisk infected wound, only phoenix tears which are very rare, so your currently on a variety of different healing potions so you should heal soon. I stayed with you to see you when you woke but must go now, ill get someone to bring up something for you to eat”, he finished and disappeared. that’s when I started crying, no friends, no baby, nothing, just him. I don’t care anymore, what do I do? I want the order suffer for it, Dumbledore said he would keep me safe, instead he tries to murder me and kills my baby instead. Im not bad but I never would of thought the light would do this…A small pop told me someone had come, I expected to see a housewife but instead Snape.

“What do you want sir?”, I sneered, he just looked at me and passed me a potion which I drank without care

“Just another healing potion, you need to take one every hour, in future you can take them yourself”, he murmured and sat down, “Miss Granger I hope you are doing well”

“What do you care sir?”

“I do care, don’t roll your eyes, you were still a student of mine and I still see you”

“Im fine sir”

“Im sorry about all what’s happened but at least you realise now the things that happen here”

“I don’t want your pity and I knew what happens, I didn’t exactly volunteer to be here sir, so stop talking like I got myself into this when I didn’t!”, I half shouted, not looking at him.

“I brought you some food, I thought you’d prefer it than to see a house elf”, he said handing me a tray with some food, I didn’t realise how hungry I was and ate most of it in one go, “Its good you have your appetite”

“Can you stop trying to be nice sir? I don’t care if you were Crucioing me right now it wouldn’t particularly bother me, I have other things in my mind”, I said moodily

“Your still healing if I even lay a single curse on you you may fall into a coma of some sort. I wouldn’t anyway”, he added with a smirk,

“Are you going to piss me off sir or are you going to leave?”, I said rudely but I didn’t care.

“Neither, im going to stay here, Rodulphus is away on business, im going to watch over you for a bit. You should sleep, you need it, being unconscious isn’t as good for you as sleep”

“Thanks for the tip sir. Do you know what’s happening at the order?”

“Yes, most of the time”

“What happened when Harry returned sir then?”

“He was upset but thought it was the right thing, if your dead that means that so can the dark lord-well so they think. They don’t know you survived, they held a small funeral for you”, I looked up in shock

“I have a grave? Great, from the bastards that tried to kill me and did so with the baby sir. I was looking forward to being a mum”, I sobbed, he actually looked a bit sympathetic.

“Then what do you want to do? Move on? Go back all friendly? Or maybe revenge?”, he suggested

“Ill think about it sir”, I said sarcastically, at this moment in time I didn’t care.

“Fine, but once your healed and better im going to treat you how I would normally, under the circumstances…”, he finished and disaparated.

I woke feeling a body next to mine, I looked over to see Voldemort asleep facing me, it was strange waking up to him when we hadn’t had sex, and seeing him asleep was weird. I forgot he even slept, I suppose as he is the dark lord its hard to think he’s a human being-no matter how powerful or immortal he is.

“You know its rude to watch over someone when they’re sleeping”, he said with his eyes still closed, I smiled and kept looking at him.

“Sorry master its just its nice to see you”, it was true, he had been nice and I had no reason in the present to hate him, “and how did you know I was watching you”

“I know everything”, he said smugly, “Thank you, its nice that you’re the first person I see when I wake up as well. How do you feel?”

“I don’t know, I cant waste my days grieving over the loss of my-our child. Now I must focus on me master”

“Very good, you will be better in your mind soon. Now the healer says you should be ok to do whatever as long as you don’t use any magic yourself or be cursed, your well basically”

“It doesn’t matter to me master”

“It should”

“What is it you want from me really master? You said you wanted to use me to win the war, why haven’t you done so already?”

“I want you, as I’ve said before I want all of you, mind, body and soul. I have your soul and your body here, but I want what goes through your mind, I want your emotions, your feelings”

“Why? You’re the dark lord master, what do you care about feelings!”

“you’re the only person who cares for me-whether you want/know it or not, I know you do. That made me feel different, I am the dark lord but I will kill to protect you-the only person I would for”

“Why master?”, a single tea trailing down my cheek, he wiped it with a fingertip.

“I don’t know, I rarely-if ever talk of emotions, im confused”, I smiled and rubbed my eyes of anymore tears.

“My master confused? that’s a surprise. Im just as confused as you though, what do we do?”, I asked as he stroked my hair wondering.

“We let things happen. You choose, do you want to be here with me or do you want to be here lost in confusion and pain? I’ve made my decision”

“I don’t know master. Im thinking how I should be pushing you away from me, trying to escape-that’s what Dumbledore would want, but then again he sent Harry to try and kill me. I don’t know anymore, I cant technically betray those who have betrayed me. I don’t feel hate, just anger”, he considered me for a moment before kissing me. “Is this how you always feel?”

“No, most of the time though, so many people around me who shouldn’t even be wizards!”

“I understand what you mean master, it gets so annoying when I can do so much better at school than everyone else and they all…just cant do it! I think that’s why I Er…don’t not like you, you understand me”

“Yes I do, do you want to come to a sit down meeting later? Its important but I have no worries about you knowing, you have no one to tell”

“Yeah, sure master, more interesting than sitting here all day again”

“Good”, he replied with a smile and clicked his fingers, a house elf appeared almost straight away with a tray of food.

“Breakfast in bed? That’s unlike you master”, I asked suspiciously with a slice of toast in my hand.

“Even though your healed I don’t want to overwork you”

“Like getting out of bed master?”

“Don’t be cocky. I’ve been good to you lately, don’t make me reconsider that”

“Im sorry master, thank you for everything I guess. I know im your slave and that you shouldn’t be treating me like…like a normal person, you’re the dark lord as well, most people would think im hanging in the dungeons and tortured”

“Why waste your talents down there?”, not a question , so I just finished my breakfast in silence, he watched me intently, trying to read me but I had nothing to offer in my head.

“When is the meeting master?”

“5pm, I want to see you duel before that though”

“I feel like I haven’t for a while master, I still don’t get why I need to learn to duel”

“Today you wont be learning, you will be duelling with a prisoner”, that shocked me and I gave him a questioning look, “It will be a real duel and I wont help you, you go down at noon, that’s in about an hour”. He kissed my lips and disaparated without warning, the tray also disappeared so I got up to the bathroom.

I felt weird, restricted to being in bed and then suddenly getting up would make anyone feel weird. I pulled off my nightgown when I got into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, my body was the same as always, the scar from the blade was just below my eerie LV scar. I wouldn’t cry knowing I wasn’t pregnant anymore, it was just never meant to be but Harry will pay for it, I don’t care how anymore. I had a quick shower and looked for something to wear, I gasped at the sight of a beautiful dress glistening in the shadows, blood red and embossed with gems, short and revealing-as they always were. Such a shame it would be ruined. It was like silk to my skin, wonderful, im not bigheaded but I looked beautiful.

Soon after I arrived at the great hall, empty it was and lit only by candlelight, I walked up to the throne and marvelled at its details. Solid gold with immaculate details of death, people dying, being killed, dead. I skimmed my fingertips along some written words in Latin or something, when a hand fell on my shoulder. I spun and gasped in relief that it was Voldemort.

“Master you keep surprising me!

“You look beautiful”, he replied and kissed my forehand before pulling me away.

“Thank you master, but that just makes me wonder why im wearing such a dress”

“The dress has two objectives, only one will be used by the end of this day. That is for you to decide”

“I don’t understand you master”

“Then don’t question the unknown! I have brought to you a prisoner, you would only know him by face I gather”, I turned to see a grinning deatheater, he was obviously a prisoner and hadn’t been treated well, his clothes were rags and he was filthy but that grin…like a Cheshire cat, he looked so familiar…

“Duel a mudblood ‘milord’ it would be truly a waste of time”,

“He looks so familiar master…like Rodulphus”

“He is his brother, you will duel, show me what powers you possess”

“I cant master…I cant fight a deatheater! Im not strong enough”, I whispered to him, he handed me and Rabastan a wand each, I tightened my grip as I realised how serious he was. The first time I’ve held a wand in so long and im duelling a dark wizard.

“You will both bow”, Voldemort ordered as he sat in his throne facing us both opposite each other, Rabastan looked like Christmas had come early, he wanted-knew he was going to win so easily, that angered me and I was going to prove him wrong. I bowed slightly, not moving eye contact, an almost silent voice murmuring “Begin” was heard.

Almost immediately a green flash came my way which I quickly blocked, it was only a minor spell to see how id react. I shot a few stunner which he lazily flicked away when I was hit with a crucio, I wouldn’t scream but it hurt so much, he wouldn’t release it so I blocked it out, finally I actually threw off the curse. He looked at me in amazement which quickly turned to horror as I mirrored his Crucio, his screamed tore threw me but I felt good, he was suffering. I released it as he gasped on the floor.

“What’s wrong sir? I thought a mudblood would be a waste of your time”, I muttered with a smirk, he hit a curse which just missed me, but I could smell burning hair.
“Sectumsempra!”, I shouted and blood spurted out of his chest, I was taking my anger out on him, I loved the feeling of release of that. I felt it spatter across me, his blood on my face and dress, disgusting.

“You bitch!”, he whispered and burned me with some weird spell, I gasped as I felt the flesh singe along my arm.

“Enough of this sir, be grateful your going to die sooner than later”, he looked up at me in confusion when I screamed “Avada Kedavra!”, green light shot out of my wand and I collapsed as I heard his body hit the ground. No…I didn’t…

“Well done! I never expected you to kill him, I thought a simple Crucio is all you would use but you exceeded my expectations! You truly are the one”, he said excitedly as he got up and picked me up.

“No…im not a murderer master…I cant kill someone just like that!”, I choked while he held onto me, healing my arm.

“You can and you just did kill someone, you were born to do this, your skills were magnificent! Your first kill, a deatheater as well”, he praised

“No. I didn’t even know him master! I-I just killed someone…master Rodulphus is going to torture me for his brother!”, I sobbed in his arms

“He wont. Don’t worry everyone’s first kill makes them feel weird, you will learn to love it. I saw it in you as you duelled, I saw the passion building up in you, the love of his pain”

“No master, that’s not true!”, he ignored me and led me out of the room down the hall, “Where is the meeting master?”, I thought they were always in the great hall. We arrived at a stony door which he motioned for me to enter, a gloomy room with a long able down the middle, deatheaters filling dozens of chairs along. They all looked up at me, none in masks, I noticed a few whispering at my presence.
I followed Voldemort to the head of the table where I sat next to him, I felt weird, just killed a deatheater and now im in a room with dozens of the bastards.

“My loyal followers before we begin, I would like to warn all who ever think of betraying me, my slave here just kill Rabastan-if any were wondering about the blood”, I quickly looked down and noticed I still had his blood on me, I nearly puked but relaxed.
“Any problems with that? Bellatrix?”

“No milord! Those who betray my lord have betrayed there family, he was no brother of mine!”, the gothic witch cackled madly from the centre of the table, I wanted to kill her for what she did to Neville, Sirius, so many others…

“Very well. At the end of the school year, Draco is going to break a portion of you into the castle, his mission is to kill Dumbledore-”

“-What!”, I interrupted with a gasp, all eyes fixed onto me, obviously no one had ever interrupted the dark lord and lived to tell the tale. “I don’t care. Your going to have him killed master?”

“Have you a problem with that?”, he sneered

“No master, I want to be there when it happens”, I replied, stunning both myself and everyone else in the room, “Im not going to get revenge am I master? If this is the closest im going to get…”, Voldemort looked delighted.

“Good. With this knowledge we will begin the meeting…”, I looked down at myself, ignoring his words. What am I doing? I silently removed the blood off of me, and thought deep in my mind, im not bad am I? maybe I am, I don’t want to be! I looked up and saw Voldemort looking down to me.

“Did you hear me?”, I shook my head and he lowered his lips to my ear, “You are to be my bride”

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It wouldn’t really make a difference if they were married or not would it really? It will just get rid of that spell she has what forces her to say ‘master’ and ‘sir’ all the time, and all the deatheaters will be forced to respect her.
Will she accept? And why oh why is it happening?
Is her dark side really arriving?