As If In Wonderland

“Happy new year milord” Hermione whispered as she lay next to the dark lord after a long session with him on the library floor. He had returned only ten minutes before the clock strike midnight for new years day, he didn’t say anything except pick her up from the sofa she was reading on and climb on top of her on the floor.
“So your back then?”

“I couldn’t stay away from you for too long”, he smirked as he got on top of her and played with her breasts.

“For obvious reasons”, she rolled her eyes. “You were gone longer than I thought, I take it things went well”

“They always do for me. I travelled south to America and stayed there for a couple of days, muggle politics…”

“Well while you were having so much fun away, I was stuck here-bored out of my mind, doing nothing!”, she gasped as he tightened his grip on her breast before getting up off of her and collapsing onto the sofa with one foot up. Hermione narrowed her eyes as she pushed herself up into a seated position on the floor.

“There were many things you could have done, you could have studied or trained”

“I did actually, lots and lots of times. But being stuck here all day isn’t fun”

“That reminds me, crucio”, the dark lord cursed her with a casual flick of his wand, taking a moment to yawn while she screamed before lifting the curse. “It turns out you haven’t been a good girl”

“Stop cursing me randomly!”, Hermione winced as she recovered from the curse. “What have I done now!”

“You left here without permission, to go to ministry where some of the top ranking wizards in the country were at the time. Bad things could have happened, and then you go and change some of the laws I have set! What gives you the right to do that?”, he growled while fiddling with his wand, as if contemplating whether to curse her again.

“I am not your prisoner, I believe I have every right to leave when I want to”, Hermione said quietly.

“No your not my prisoner, but you are still mine, and you will never do anything without my permission! Is that understood?”

“Of course it is”, she replied coldly. “I had nothing better to do. I assume your mad at me for not interrogating Ginny as well like you ordered”

“Draco didn’t inform me, but I knew, it was obvious. Your first task as a member of my inner circle, and you fail it-doesn’t look too good does it”

“No”, Hermione lowered her head. “But you knew how much I hate them dungeons, you know they bring back memories, so I refuse to go down there”

“You refuse?”

“Yes. I don’t care if im probably the first person to refuse you milord, but I wont go down there. It makes me feel weak, and I don’t like that feeling”, she replied softly as Voldemort smirked.

“I will let you off this once then. Though im still going to punish you for changing laws without permission-”

“-but technically I haven’t changed them until you have approved them”, she interrupted.

“I am still going to kill one muggle for every thing you have changed that I don’t like”, he said while waiting for her to get upset or mad that he would do such a thing. “Well? Im going to be killing a lot of muggles, and its all your fault”

“And I care why?”, she faintly smiled at his surprised expression. “Sacrifices have to be made in this world milord, id rather know a few muggles have been killed so the whole population can appreciate my change of laws than not do anything”

“So you have changed your morals”, he raised an eyebrow.

“No, of course not. Maybe holding a part of your soul around my neck all the time, being married to you, having my arm scarred with your mark and holding your baby has affected me slightly”, she pouted. “Can we change the subject? And talk about it in the morning or something…tell me about your trip”

“My travels went fine”, he said in a tone of voice that told Hermione it was his business and not hers. “How is the pregnancy?”

“I don’t know, except I get morning sickness quite badly now, so tomorrow unless you want to be covered in it I suggest you leave me alone”, she laughed when she saw the look on his face. “Its not my fault, you are the one who made me pregnant! So it’s your fault”

“It is not my fault you are a young and very fertile woman”

“Well you didn’t have to have sex with me”, she tutted. “Im going to bed, I haven’t seen you for days and ive been alone, and one of the first things you do to me is curse me!”

“Would it make you feel better if I said I missed having you around?”

“From you it does mean a lot, but im not in the mood”, she got up and made her way to the door to their bedroom, she stopped before going to turn around. “I missed you”, she muttered before leaving swiftly.

The dark lord pushed his black hair across his forehead as he thought, it had grown to a length that brushed his eyebrows-a length that reminded of being young again, and he much preferred it to the hideous hairless look he was forced into after gaining his body via Wormtail’s assistance. He sat for a moment, thinking carefully about the girl-no she was not a girl, she was a young woman, his woman.
He was pissed off.
It was because he had missed having her around him, it made him feel weak. She is brilliant though, he told himself, powerful, intelligent, beautiful and fascinating-the reasons he decided to take and keep her n the first place.
These thoughts whisked themselves through his mind, an inner battle in his head with what he wanted and what he believed he should want.
You are the dark lord, lord Voldemort, you are acting like a fool for this girl! One side of him told him.
The other said that it didn’t matter, he had the control over her, she was his. His wife, his member of his inner circle, his servant and the mother of his child. She was all his, a possession with a brilliant mind.
That is it, just a possession of his, so why was he getting all worked up about it? He growled to himself.
“Great, now im fucking confused about some girl. Just what I need”, he sighed before getting up to join her in bed.

*.

The dark lord woke up startled, looking down he could see Hermione between his legs, smiling seductively while holding his member, he hardened instantly.
“Happy birthday for yesterday”, she said softly before taking his full length into her mouth, he would have taken a moment to admire her talent at being able to take his full length but was instantly too lost in pleasure to think.
He gripped her hair roughly and forced himself deeper down her throat, causing her to gag slightly but she managed to cope, not that he cared. It only took a few minutes before he shot his load into her mouth which she swallowed in one gulp.
Voldemorts mind went blank for a few seconds as she licked him clean before crawling up him to eye-level.
“Was that ok for you?”, she asked while licking her lips.

“You really must do that more often”, he breathed. “You nearly choked”

“Well you aren’t exactly small or gentle”, she tutted with a pout. “So do I please you milord?”

“In many ways. If you weren’t so powerful or intelligent I would have kept you as my own little whore”

“Fuck you!”, Hermione whacked his chest before storming to the bathroom where he heard her be sick after a moment.

“What did I say?”

*.

Voldemort looked round at his inner circle a week or so later, they all stood silently waiting for him to speak, their death eater masks covering their faces for the simple reason that the majority of them had just come back from a major raid in London which was successful.
“You may remove your masks, privacy is not an issue here”, he said amused, a few seconds later all faces could be seen except one. Narrowing his eyes he went over to find out who was ignoring his instruction, he knew who it was instantly before ripping away her mask.
“Hermione, lovely to see you uninvited”.

“I am a member of the inner circle, so I assume if there is a meeting then I am invited”, she looked up at his moody expression.

“I didn’t call for you to come, you are here uninvited so are trespassing which as you probably know is quite punishable”, he smirked at her expression.

“I assure you milord, I didn’t intend to upset you”, she said tonelessly, trying to wind him up in a subtle way. “But I see no reason why I shouldn’t be here”

“You botched up your last task, you need training before I will allow you to serve me again”

“Then there should be no issue with me being here, just listening and not serving”, she smirked when he ignored her and decided to continue what he was going to say to the circle.

“Times are changing, the ministry needs modernising and there should be more order. Things have been slacking, especially after the festive season, I intend for it to not happen again. I leave you all for a few days, and I return to find the place in chaos! I have spent my week sorting things out!”, he raised his voice. Clearly angry with his wand held tight in his fist.

Hermione wasn’t really there to listen to whatever the dark lord spoke about, to be honest she didn’t care. She liked to annoy him though, it made her feel more powerful to see him get pissed off in front of his followers. She was tempted to announce her pregnancy to the world, but knew he would probably kill her-or as close to killing her as possible. She had noticed how controlling he had become since he returned from his travels. He had started training her again, making sure she didn’t leave the grounds and definitely didn’t mix with his followers. She didn’t understand why, and so it was one the reasons she had turned up to the inner circle meeting.

“Ouch!”, she cried as she felt a stinging hex hit her left leg, looking up she saw the dark lord looking amused.

“You decide to join our meeting and then you just stand and day dream?”

“I was not day dreaming, I was thinking actually milord”, Hermione insisted with a smile. “Mostly about how much I wished you didn’t just look at me as some child who cannot serve you. I have proved to you so many times, and yes ive made some mistakes but why do you-”, he silenced her with his wand.

“This conversation has been gone over dozens of times, I really don’t care”, Voldemort pushed his wand into her neck. “You are expected to serve me when I request it, not when you feel like it!”, he growled, Hermione knew he could easily curse her just by thinking it and she really didn’t feel like that.

“I just want to be more involved, there is no point in me even being your wife if I cant do anything”, Hermione breathed after releasing herself from the silencing charm. “I might just take up that offer you gave me before Christmas about leaving”, she snapped before storming out of the room.

*.

“Go away”, Hermione muttered moodily when she felt the dark lord creep behind and start to kiss her neck while she sat reading in the library.

“It’s my library and you’re mine as well, so I have every right to be here”, she felt him smirk as he continued to kiss her neck, but with more force.

“I mean it, go away. I have no wish to be in your presence milord”, she threatened in a low voice. “Why should I want to be anywhere near you? Im your prisoner!”

“No you’re not”

“I am! Im not allowed to do anything, all week you have kept me prisoner. Today was the first time I had seen another human being in days! I don’t get it, you spent ages trying to convince me to serve you…and when I finally want to do it. You don’t allow me to do anything!”

“It’s only the last few days”, Voldemort replied coldly.

“Why?”

“Many reasons. The first being the fact you failed to do that simple task with Draco last week, also the fact you are pregnant and also the way I see men look at you-”

“That is ridiculous! My baby is safe and I am more than capable of anything you ask me. You are just paranoid about the men, I am a muggle born young woman”

“And also rather sexually appealing. I don’t mind men lusting after you-in fact I like it. it’s the fact that a lot of men would see you as just a sex object and that is it-not the powerful girl you are”

“How comforting”, Hermione said sarcastically. “I am wasted sitting here. I liked it how it was before, when I travelled with you and assisted in protecting you? I want that again, I felt like I had a good purpose”

“Then you have the job”, Hermione looked up. “Seriously, I want you to do it again. You are unsafe though”

“You worry too much about me. And you might as well make the most of me while im in the early stages of pregnancy because in a few months time I will have such a big stomach I wont be able to do anything as good as I can-as a servant or as a lover”, she added with a bite to her lip.

“Little minx trying to tempt me”

“Hardly”, Hermione said quietly. “I told you to go away. If you want me to sleep with you, then you are just going to have to rape me, because I am in no way going to be willing”.
Voldemort growled something under his voice but didn’t press her any further, instead he opted to taking her book from her clutches and sat down to read it himself, much to Hermione’s annoyance.

“I have no objections to taking you unwillingly, but tonight I am thinking I cant be bothered to go through your whining. I don’t need another week of you ignoring me and being rude”

“I thought you were the dark lord, surely a teenage girl wouldn’t stop you being your usual evil self”, Hermione said as if testing him, to see how far she could push him.

“Dear Hermione, I am not evil. I am merely powerful”, Voldemort shrugged with a smirk.

Hermione looked on at him incredulous with her mouth open slightly. “You, not evil? You are living in a fairy tale! You kill people and torture and do whatever just to gain something”

“Yes, power. I never do anything which has no purpose”

“Unless your bored”

“Ah but then the purpose is to cure the boredom”, Voldemort grinned as Hermione didn’t know how to reply to that, it was impossible to beat the dark lord in an argument. “Expelliarmus!”

“Protego!”, Hermione quickly defended herself as the disarming spell suddenly came her way, after successfully shielding from it she looked up at Voldemort who was relaxed and drinking butterbeer.
“What was that about!”

“Your reflexes are good, improved a lot. Always expect the unexpected”

“When you are married to the dark lord, you have to expect the unexpected”, she sighed. “What do you want from me? Seriously! I give you everything and still you want more”

“Im power hungry, of course I want more”

“I don’t see why I even bother these days, I am loyal and I respect you-I then learn from you and hope you would realise how much I want to please you”, Hermione cried angrily.

“I have given you your job back, and still you complain…”

“Lets just leave it, please”, she breathed in relief when he didn’t press that matter further. Hermione closed her eyes after seeing the dark lord continue reading her book.

“I want a son”

“Huh?”

“I don’t particularly want a child. But as I am having one, I want a son”, Voldemort spoke clearly when she opened her bewildered eyes.

“What is wrong with girls?”

“They can hardly serve me when they are older if it is a girl”

“What do you mean? last time I checked, I am a girl and have been trained by you to serve you. Woman are not weaker than men”

“I do know that of course, it is the person themselves. I just wish for a son, who can assist me, a girl…I cant imagine putting her through hard training”

“Oh since when have you been a big softie?”, Hermione rolled her eyes. “You didn’t mind putting me through tough training. Oh I see, if I give birth to daughter she will be daddies little girl wont she?”, Hermione snorted.

Voldemort ignored her comment. “When the child is born I have planned for a team of three hand chosen carers to assist in looking after it so you can serve me as usual. Though you will be unable to fully be in service as the child will need to be breastfed and other things which obviously you are needed for. Plus you will probably be the only one who can keep the child calm when I give it the dark mark-”

“-what!”, Hermione shouted. “You are in no way giving my child the dark mark!”

“It is my child, I can do what I like. It is better when it is younger than older, shows it is truly the child of the dark lord. Of course the mark wont burn it or anything until it is older”

“You dare touch my child, and I shall hunt down every single one of your horcruxes and destroy them myself before finishing you off!”, Hermione screamed at him in a rage.

The dark lord smirked before apparating on top of her and pinning her down, “I like it when you are angry, I get to see the vicious side of you”.

It was true, when they were angry they both ended up having amazing sex.

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“Erm, milady…”, a familiar voice startled Hermione as she was half way through pulling a robe over her underwear. Turning, the dark eyes of her former professor met hers, “I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I was told by the dark lord that you would be ready”, he said nervously.

“I almost am”, Hermione smiled as she finished covering herself, finally she went over to him while pushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “What was it that Im needed for?”

“I wanted to speak to you actually, the dark lord gave me permission to”, he replied quietly looking uncomfortable, Hermione offered him a seat which he accepted, she sat opposite him looking concerned.

“What is going on?”

“You are an ex-student of mine, I would still be teaching you if things hadn’t of worked out how they have, so though I wasn’t nice when I was teaching, your safety and wellbeing is still a concern of mine. As a teacher I never had no wish for any student to be in harms way”

“What is this about Severus?”

“I have already tested you and the baby, the child shall be fine of course and is in perfect health, he will be a fine wizard when he grows up”

“Wizard? Im, im having a boy?”, Hermione asked gob smacked.

“Oh, I thought you knew…”, Snape looked worried for a moment but shook it off. “Yes it is possible to tell the sex of the baby this early on with the right spells, the dark lord wished to know”

“He knows and didn’t tell me? Oh he pisses me-”

“-I wish to continue…”, Hermione instantly shut up. “It is you actually…”

“What about me?”

“You have gone through a lot lately, plus you have been mixing with the dark arts heavily-”

“-I have not!”

“You have tortured people, used dark curses and created a horcrux”, Snape raised an eyebrow to which she looked guiltily on.
“Any way, you have gone through a lot. You have also survived the killing curse and gotten yourself pregnant. The baby is safe of course, but you aren’t. I am worried you will not be able to cope with so many things affecting you…im surprised you haven’t suffered some kind of breakdown, with all the confusion you have”

“I may have confusion, but im too strong for breakdowns. Really, im ok”

“The dark lord cares for you, he loves having you as his wife, and wants you to be safe. He has made that clear to me, making me more determined to make sure you are fine emotionally, because you are obviously mentally and physically well”

“I am well in every way, just pregnancy sucks. I wish to serve my lord to my best ability, and yes I have had some inner battles the last few months…I do wish to serve him more than anything. As a follower, as a wife and as a mother of his child. Yes I didn’t come here voluntarily so I assume you and probably the rest of the death eaters believe I am hiding something, im not. I merely…changed my views on things”

“But-”

“-don’t worry about me, im stronger than you think”, Hermione smiled in an assuring way. “What has brought this on?”

“I worry about you Hermione, you have changed a lot, and so soon”

“I was in the dungeons for I don’t know how long, my logic just tells me that I have nothing to fight against him for. What is there? All I can possibly achieve is being put into Azkaban, and what good will that do me? At least this way I have some freedom and I have helped a lot, thanks to me muggleborns aren’t treated as cruelly as they would be if I wasn’t around. I don’t believe im a good person, not anymore. But I am definitely not a bad person”, she added.
“Now I have my baby to think about, I cant do things I want to do so much…”

“Just be careful, the dark lord plans many things for you. Just don’t screw things up. For him and yourself”, Snape warned quietly.

*.

Hermione remembered his warning, and for the next 8 months she made sure to not screw things up in any way. She worked to please the dark lord while protecting herself, as she was made to go through training with him regularly she had to make sure she was good enough to protect herself while she knew the baby was fine.
She was in danger, she knew that. While carrying the dark lords child, she was at risk of many things. For one, many wanted the child to not be born, and too many wanted Hermione herself dead for carrying his child. Also a Voldemort kept his word that she could serve him properly, she had been with him on a few travels and had been involved in many meetings and events, it actually made her happy at the knowledge she was helping her lord.
The news of her pregnancy was global. Everyone knew and the majority of people supported it.
Except a few who would still work to try and bring the dark lords downfall.

It was during her last few weeks of pregnancy that she faced her demons.

Hermione sat reading peacefully in the grounds among the willow trees and flowers, the summer was warm but was uncomfortable to her. Wearing just a thin white dress to cover herself, she was still very hot and exhausted, carrying a big baby bump in front of her took most of her energy. She hated that she wasn’t allowed to assist the dark lord during the later stages of pregnancy, she felt left out…she had gotten used to coming with him during raids and interrogations, she was good at assisting and enjoyed it.

“I‘ve been looking for you”, the familiar voice of Voldemort said silkily as he strolled from behind her to take her book, before sarcastically muttering, “The Tales of Beedle the Bard? Not really for your age group is it”

“It’s for our son when he is born actually”, Hermione rolled her eyes as she took the book back from out of his hands. “I would prefer it if he wasn’t subjected to dark books full of curses, especially when he is a child”

“Fine. Though you must realise that our son will learn from a young age what power really is”, he muttered darkly.

“I know that. I don’t exactly have a choice in that matter do I, you are the dark lord after all”

“Im surprised, I think even if you had the choice you would choose for him to know real power. What you have achieved during the last few months has been quite interesting…”, he grinned.

“I am a member of your inner circle, and to make sure I don’t get shunned away for being a teenage pregnant girl I chose to accept any request you made of me. So yes, I may have done some ‘interesting’ things as you call it, but I never hurt anyone who was not guilty of something”, Hermione stated strongly.

“You have made me proud of you”, the dark lord commented after a moment. “And Im glad you see some sense, it is so much easier when I don’t have to convince you to accept my actions”

“Ive changed, we both know that. We both know how much I hate that”, she murmured. The dark lord bent down so his face was level with hers, placing a finger under her chin he pushed it up so he could see into her eyes.

“And we both know that is a lie. You just hate to admit one of your weaknesses is me, don’t worry Hermione, I’m going to take care of you and our child. You are one of the most skilled members of my inner circle, as soon as you are ready to continue your duties, I am sure you will love every second of it”, he grinned before kissing her on the lips. “I came down here to tell you I am going to be gone for a few hours-”

“Why tell me that? You always leave for a few hours”

“Let me finish”, he said with authority. “I need to warn you that the majority of death eaters are away on business, no one is here except the servants. You are of course safe, but if you must be more alert for trouble”.

“Ok, don’t worry, no one is coming here to kill me. Its all ok”, Hermione rolled her eyes.

“And I forbid you from leaving the grounds”, he added.

“You forbid me?”

“No arguments, I will only allow you to leave with myself present and as I am not you cant”

“As you wish milord”, Hermione yawned. “Im sorry, I just feel tired, I think I should go and sleep for a little bit before resuming in some study, im trying to work out how muggleborns become witches and wizards…im just curious, I want to know if maybe I have an ancestor who was a wizard or if it is just random, anything”

“Why? You don’t need to know, and you are unlikely to find out”

“I know that. But I cant study anything involving magic at the moment, I have been ordered by you to not use any magic, it can drain the energy out of me”, the dark lord just waited for her to continue. “I miss using magic, to feel it running through my veins, to know I have power”.

“You have a lot of power, just because you are not using it doesn’t mean it’s not there. When the baby is born, you will have a month to recover and then you will be back in service, free to use your magic in whatever way you wish or I choose”, his eyes narrowed when she sighed. “Why are you behaving like this? You have a selfish attitude it appears”

“Im not selfish, I am very grateful for what you have done for me. It’s just the last few hours, ive been thinking while reading this book, how when this child is born they are not going to know what life was like when you weren’t in power”

“You state the obvious”, Voldemort sneered, “your point?”

“My point is, that my son will not know the suffering I went through before I became your wife, he will not know what real life is”

“What do you mean?”

“He will just know the world you have created! Not the world I lived in before, how things have changed, how cruelly I was treated before I finally gave up-”, she stopped abruptly when Voldemort suddenly raised his wand and pressed it into her neck.

“Gave up? You give me the impression you are only here because you have to be”, he growled. “that you had no fight left in you, so you just decided to join me”.

“Well that is how it was wasn’t it!”, Hermione breathed, “you tortured me every day until I couldn’t take it any longer. I gave up, I admit it was the weakest ive ever felt in my life. Though if you remember, when I joined your inner circle you gave me a choice, I could have left you. I didn’t, I decided to stay because I wanted too, not because I had too”, she began to get angry. “And if you can’t understand that then I don’t wish to continue this discussion!”

“Don’t get into trouble while im away”, the dark lord snorted before she stormed off, “Hormones…”.

*.

Hermione decided against going to study. She had actually made the decision to leave the grounds like he forbid her not too. It was part of her now, to rebel. That wasn’t her reason though, she had thought about it for a few weeks, and she knew where she wanted to go and this was possibly the last chance she would ever have to go to this place.
Once she knew the dark lord had left, she pulled on a emerald green hooded cloak to cover herself and her pregnancy bump up, before quietly leaving the grounds.

Within only ten minutes she was walking quietly through a graveyard, silent except her soft footsteps on the cobbled pathway through the eerie headstones. Hermione had a sense she wasn’t alone, but being surrounded by so many dead obviously as given her that impression in her mind.
It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for, the headstone of the boy was in between those of his parents.
She felt her throat swell inside, and a tear trickle down her cheek as she fell to her knees.

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner”, she smiled an unhappy smile. “Ive missed you Harry”, she whispered as she looked down at the words carved in the stone.
Harry James Potter
The boy who lived, a hero.

She couldn’t read the rest, it just brought up emotions she hadn’t felt in a long time.
The headstone had been placed by those of the Order of the Phoenix once Harry had died, his body buried a few feet below Hermione’s shoes. She was surprised when she found out Voldemort had not used the body to extract more revenge on the boy who lived-even in death.

Hermione pulled out some flowers she had hidden under her robe, she had bought them from a muggle stall somewhere as she was unable to conjure them herself. It took too much energy to apparate. Her head was already feeling light.

“You probably know everything what has happened, I just know you were watching over everything that has happened since you…well when the dark lord won…”, she choked. “I know you will look after Ron for me as well…I just came to ask for you too forgive me. I am about to give birth to your enemies child, you must hate me…”.

She sighed as she gently placed the small bouquet in front of the headstone, where no sign of life could be seen, not a flower in sight.
Hermione smiled as it looked so much brighter with the flowers, like someone actually cared about the boy who once saved so many.

“I know you cant forgive me, I will never see you again…but I just had to do this, come here…to show how much you did and still do mean to me. I love you Harry, and I miss you so much…”, a tear fell down her cheek. “Im so sorry things turned out this way, I tried to be strong against the dark lord, I truly did. All I can do now is do what is right, I use my position to do what is right as much as possible”.
“Im having a son you know…if you were still alive you would be his god father…well if you was still alive, I probably wouldn’t be pregnant by the most evil man in the world. Im happy though, truly I am. Many must think I am sick, I know im not…I love the dark lord Harry, yes that must sound sick, crazy and twisted…”.
Hermione lowered her eyes, “I still hate him though, if that makes sense…I look forward to seeing you again some time Harry, maybe the next time I do will be when I am free of all the sins I have committed. Im going now, but I will be back some time, I will never ever forget you Harry, and our times we have had”, she finished.

With one last glance at the grave, she turned but felt overcome with even more light-headedness before falling to the floor. Hermione hissed in pain, her hand automatically holding onto her baby bump which was still protected by Voldemort’s charms.
“Why am I feeling like this?”, she breathed before screaming as a hand roughly covered her mouth.

“Shh milady, my lovely lovely lady…”, a man with a gruff and low voice whispered in her ear. He turned her so she could see him, she didn’t recognise him, he was middle-aged with dark hair and dark eyes, the lines in his face didn’t make him seem old, but more serious.
“You don’t know me, but I promise you, you will wish you never met by the end of tonight”, he grinned a toothy grin.

Hermione was helpless, her magic was not strong enough to even threaten the wizard with.
“Who are you?”, she trembled when he removed his hand from her mouth.

“Your worst nightmare”, he laughed. The last thing Hermione felt was the cruciatus curse, pain beyond belief. And then it went dark.


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So sorry for late update!!!
Just cannot name all the reasons why K
I will update this chapter again soon as well, it needs a little tweaking but I thought best to update you for now as I haven’t in so long!