The Dark Princess

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*+*The Dark Princess*+*
Chapter 3

Sweat was pouring down Hermione’s arms, face, and back. It had been one year since she had been kidnapped. Liberated is how she saw it. She was lucky that the Dark Lord was able to get her. She was supposed to be here with the Dark Lord. He had told his inner circle of a project he was working on, but that was all he would tell them.
‘Ha, a project,’ she thought. ‘I am more than a project, I will rule beside him.’ Hermione had grown cold over the year, she was now a trained killer, and The Dark Lord couldn’t have her going all soft could he. The Dark Lord had started calling her his daughter on a regular basis and Hermione thought it fit well; she was his. She had been born to the wrong family, with all her power she needed to be in a family like the Malfoys,
‘No, not like those traitors.’ She thought. Training had started 46 weeks ago, with the basic dark arts. Hermione caught on well and soon was working on harder things. She was now sparring Deatheaters on a regular basis. Each time Voldermort would obliviate their memory at the end, saying that they were not ready to know her yet. Hermione’s training wasn’t just magic but also muggle fighting called Karate and Boxing. She also picked up something called Yoga before being liberated, by some of the girls in the dorm she had shared.
‘My father would never make me share a room, I am too precious.’ Hermione was in one of those training sessions now. She had her long raven locks in a high ponytail and was wearing tight black pants with knee high leather boots that had high heels that could be used as weapons. Her shirt was black as well and was vest cut, leather, and laced up the front so one could she her cleavage and flat stomach. She had changed a lot in the past year and still had a lot to do in the next year before she could be unveiled to the Deathearters. In the past year she had become increasingly cold toward people except the Dark Lord himself.
“Ughhh…” Hermione grunted as she was kicked in her stomach. ‘That’s what I get for letting my mind wander,’ she thought.
“Take THIS!” Hermione screamed as she flung the man with wandless magic against the wall with enough force to break his back.
“That will be enough,” the Dark Lord said. “Hermione please go change for dinner. I will get someone to help this man.” Hermione was walking the hallway returning from the match to her room is when she noticed a tall, hooded figure staring at her.
“What are you staring at?” Hermione spat at the figure.
“Nothing my lady, sorry.” The figure moved to leave, but silvery blond hair fell from the hood and immediately Hermione knew whom it was.
“Lucius, what are you doing here? You betrayed our lord, you should DIE!” Hermione had covered the distance between them in one swift movement and had Lucius pinned to the floor with the heel of boot, and her wand at his throat.
“Daughter, dinner will be in half a hour, please go and clean up.” Voldermort had just rounded the corner and froze as his adopted daughter looked like she was going to kill Lucius.
“You’re lucky.” Hermione hissed. She got off Lucius and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder and walked to her rooms.
“You’re little mudblood has become quite the hellcat.” Lucius said but by the look on the Dark Lord’s face he had gone to far.
“Lucius you will do well to remember that she will be my successor, or maybe you won’t. Obliviate” Voldermort went into Lucius’s mind and searched out all memories featuring him seeing Hermione on these grounds and the kidnapping in which Lucius had orchestrated. Voldermort had to give him that, the plan was great. Lucius and some other Deatheater used a dark glamour which worked like the polyjuice potion but with out the taste and hour confined. They had changed into Potter and Weasely and under the pretenses of talking to Hermione about something, lured her away from them. That is where his respect of the man ended.
Once done with the charm the Dark Lord told Lucius, “I ask you to not return for a year, I need people to trust you again now please wait, I will owl you when I’m ready.” Lucius nodded, kissed the hand of Voldermort, and left.
Hermione was fuming. ‘The traitor was here and father let him get away.’ Hermione stripped down and got in the shower. ‘Ahh…this feels great, those Deatheaters never remember not to try to kill me.’ Hermione started washing her hair, this was the one thing that never changed, she still used the same shampoo and conditioner. It was a favorite of hers and smelled of lilac, she always thought ofry ary and Ron when she smelled it.
‘Damn, I c thi think of them they abandoned me here. Oh well, I’ll make them pay soon enough,’ a wicked grin spread across her face not unlike Malfoy’s she had seen too often. She got out did a quick drying spell and got dressed. A long floor length dress was waiting on her bed. It was the color of coal gray. She put on the dress, it had one high split in the front on her right side, and it showed her leg up to her mid-thigh. The top was strapless, cut straight across the top, and had no back. A house elf came and did her hair piling it high on her head in ringlets and letting some fall around her face. Her make-up was simple; her pale skin had been left alone except her eyes they were heavily outlined in coal eyeliner and she was wearing fake eyelashes. Her father always liked her to get dressed up for dinner. She put on her high heels and left for dinner before she was late.


Harry, Ron, and Ginny we’re gathering together. They had promised to get together on the one-year anniversary. They had all hoped that they wouldn’t need to and she would come back. But they were here. She hadn’t come back. They had all agreed to purchase a plaque and got Albus Dumbledore to let them put it in the library. The three were standing back in the library in Hogwarts along with many of Hermione’s favorite and not so favorite professors such as Snape. Professor Dumbledore walked to the front of the group.

“Hermione Granger was taken from us last year, we don’t know why or by who, but we gather here today to share in the hope that she is l all alive and well. Let us pray, Gods above, please hear our prayer. Hermione is a special person who means a lot to every one here. Please be with her and guide her back to us.” Once done with the prayer Dumbledore walked over to the group of mourning former students.

“Thank you Headmaster. I just wish I knew what happened to her, I became an auror to find her but I’ve been at it for a year and still no clues.” Harry said with silent tears running down his face.
“I know Harry, you and Ron became aurors to find her while Ginny helped here from school. We all have spent our spare time trying to find her.” Albus said. “Well, we have to get back to class.” And with that Harry, Ron, and Ginny were left in the library to their thoughts.


Snape was sitting in his private study marking papers, till he felt the all to familiar burning sensation in his right forearm. The Dark Lord was calling him. ‘Shit,’ he thought. He rose quickly and fetched his Deatheaters robes and mask. After a brisk walk to the headmaster’s rooms, he explained that he had to go and, apperated to what appeared to be a revel. ‘Oh, shit this is not going to end well for me.’ Severus thought and quickly made his way to the bar.


Hermione was confused; her father never let her come to the meetings. So, why should she do now? Hermione was back in her rooms. Dinner had gone well and only just before she left had her father announced that there was a meeting tonight. He provided her with a cloak that would hide everything and that also had a hood to hide her face. Tonight was to be a revel, and she got to go and watch. She would love to participate but that would not be right. Her father was very strict, no revels until you take the mark. Once again father had lain out what she was to wear, ‘Ah, doesn’t he trust my taste?’ she thought. Tonight’s dress was deep red with a tight bodice and a loose flowing skirt. Not the thing she would normally be wearing in his presence but all the same it was beautiful. Once she had the dress on she waited for her house elf to come and do her hair, the days of S.P.E.W. were over for her. Although she treated them better than anyone else she was by no means “nice” to them. Once Elowes had done her hair, which was wavy and shinny. She threw on the cloak not bothering with the hood now. Her walk to her father’s room was a quick one and once there she waited to be called. Not twenty minutes later, the Dark Lord disrupted Hermione from the book she was reading.
“My dear daughter tonight shall be a revel, which is just a party for my followers. You will be allowed to attend but not participate. I’ll place glamour on you so that way you can watch and not worry about unveiling yourself to early, remember I have that ceremony planed.” Voldermort told her. Hermione rose and walked over to the powerful wizard, where he muttered some spells. Hermione looked in the mirror that was on the wall and gasped. She now had medium blond hair with bright blue eyes and dark tan skin.
“Father, I don’t think anyone will recognize me.” Hermione said still playing with her hair.
“I hope not, that would spoil the surprise. You will stand with me and sit on the dais with me during the revel.” Voldermort informed her.
“Yes, father.” Hermione said turning to face him.
“Shall we.” He said extending his arm for her to hold. Voldermort lead Hermione to the doors of the ballroom, he pushed the doors open, then turned to Hermione.
“Welcome to the revel, my dear.” He said with a great smile on his face.