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Who was she?
She managed to shower and find suitable clothing for dinner. Actually, she had everything she could ask for and much, much more. It was almost like she was living in a dream; a dream that would eventually turn into her worst nightmare. Everything she once knew was gone and it all seemed so far away now.
The only thing left that felt real was Snape, but even he was becoming a distant memory. Rather than give her biting remarks as he once did, he merely nodded or stared at her.
The sound of her door opening told her the hour was up and dinner had arrived. Her gaze fell on the dark man who had once been her professor. He had changed into a set of simple black robes but still maintained the look of his intimidating self. His face was expressionless as he motioned for her to follow him. Not waiting to see if she actually did follow, he turned and strode from the room and began down a long, dark hallway.
A few minutes later she was sitting at a large rectangular table and was surrounded by Voldemort’s Inner Circle. The weight of their eyes fell upon her as soon as she entered through the doorway.
Snape escorted her to her seat before taking his place to her right. She sat at one end of the table, while her father faced her at the opposing end.
Red eyes were roaming freely throughout the room, stopping on each of its occupants briefly before moving on to the next victim. Fear washed over her as she felt those eyes stop on her. Her stomach was growling but she could feel the hunger fading slowly.
“Welcome Hermione. Actually, I believe I’ll start using your true name. How does that sound to you, Angelica?” The Dread Lord hissed from the other end of the table. She remained silent, knowing that he expected an answer. Well she would refuse to give it! A smile graced his pale features. “Ah yes, my courageous little lion. Your defiance amuses me. I’ve waited many years for this moment, my dear. The time when I would be reunited with my only child.”
Her brown eyes went wide with shock. It really was true. The full brunt of the news hadn’t made an impact until that moment. She really was the offspring of this dark wizard. A mass of emotions overwhelmed her, and she was unsure of which to feel first. Anger seemed appropriate, but sadness overtook it. Would she ever see Harry and Ron again?
She wondered how they would take the news. That their best friend was the one and only child of Harry’s enemy. The darkest wizard to ever grace the planet.
Tears threatened to fall and she fought to keep control. “And what of my mother?” Her voice shook and the words came out as a whisper.
His voice hardened. “Your whore of a mother chose her fate by attempting to take you away from me. She didn’t make it very far. However, that Muggle-loving fool, Dumbledore intervened and kidnapped you.” Thank God for that, she thought.
“Thank God? YOU COULD HAVE BECOME SO MUCH MORE.” The Dark Lord thundered. The Death Eaters cowered in their master’s wake. His anger was not to be tested. Hermione’s emotions had allowed her to forget the dark wizard’s use of Legilimency. Voldemort’s anger subsided slowly, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, he continued to speak.
“You remind me so much of her. She, too, was an extremely intelligent witch. Although she lacked the proper qualities to succeed. Tonight you will join us at a general meeting and after everyone arrives, you will take the mark. After eighteen years, you will finally take your rightful place by my side, daughter.”
When she tried to speak, her voice failed her and all that came out was a terrified squeak. After a few deep breaths, she managed to compose herself enough to make conversation. “I won’t ever follow you nor will I ever take the mark. Father or not, I hate you and everything you stand for.”
The admission only seemed to delight him further.
“Oh, you will take the mark and you will respect me above any other. Or you will remain here until you’ve had a change of heart.” His gaze fell on the man beside her. “Escort her back to her rooms, Severus. Remain there with her until you are summoned.”
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“Who was she?” He didn’t need to ask about whom she was speaking. He already knew. Her mother. She wanted to know the identity of her mother. The woman who had foolishly tried to escape the wrath of Lord Voldemort. The woman who had foolishly fallen in love with Tom Riddle.
“Her name was Elizabeth Pierce. She was a member of a Pureblood family in Italy. Shortly after her first year in a prestigious Italian wizarding school, she transferred to Hogwarts. Like you, she was a Gryffindor.” This new pierce of information relaxed her somewhat. If her mother was indeed a Gryffindor, she couldn’t have been all that bad.
Her former professor’s intense stare softened somewhat. She was no longer a child, and her bravado had surprised him. No one spoke to the Dark Lord in that manner, but then again…she did have certain privileges now. The girl, no woman seemed to have aged years in the past day or two.
This woman before him could possibly change the outcome of the war. Her spirit would be difficult to break, and he secretly hoped they wouldn’t succeed. She would be forced to take the mark, naturally. But would she continue her stubborn streak and remain loyal to the Light?
He hoped so.
The sound of her crying broke his train of thought. Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms and held her as her sobs grew louder and her body shook against his. She felt so small to him. And yet, it was in that moment he realized how beautiful she had become. Her hair was still bushy but it had calmed somewhat.
The man stiffened slightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. He was a man who liked his personal space, and although he had initiated contact, he felt as though she was invading his area. Snape allowed the contact for a few more minutes before pushing her away and abruptly exiting the bedroom. When he reached his destination, he slammed the door shut behind him and leaned back against the wall.
What was happening to him? HE reached out to her, then pulled away when she reached back? No. He only meant to comfort her. Maybe kind words would do the trick next time. Wait. Kind words? Severus Snape was not a kind man. Silence would suffice.
He regained his composure and made his way back to her room. She was exactly as he had left her, although her crying had stopped and a look of sheer confusion remained upon her round face. She cocked her head to the side as she studied him. It unnerved him.
A pain in his left forearm alerted him of a summoning.
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Next up…the general meeting! Reviews please! I hope this chapter was long enough for you, and future chapters will hopefully be longer than this one. xx
The only thing left that felt real was Snape, but even he was becoming a distant memory. Rather than give her biting remarks as he once did, he merely nodded or stared at her.
The sound of her door opening told her the hour was up and dinner had arrived. Her gaze fell on the dark man who had once been her professor. He had changed into a set of simple black robes but still maintained the look of his intimidating self. His face was expressionless as he motioned for her to follow him. Not waiting to see if she actually did follow, he turned and strode from the room and began down a long, dark hallway.
A few minutes later she was sitting at a large rectangular table and was surrounded by Voldemort’s Inner Circle. The weight of their eyes fell upon her as soon as she entered through the doorway.
Snape escorted her to her seat before taking his place to her right. She sat at one end of the table, while her father faced her at the opposing end.
Red eyes were roaming freely throughout the room, stopping on each of its occupants briefly before moving on to the next victim. Fear washed over her as she felt those eyes stop on her. Her stomach was growling but she could feel the hunger fading slowly.
“Welcome Hermione. Actually, I believe I’ll start using your true name. How does that sound to you, Angelica?” The Dread Lord hissed from the other end of the table. She remained silent, knowing that he expected an answer. Well she would refuse to give it! A smile graced his pale features. “Ah yes, my courageous little lion. Your defiance amuses me. I’ve waited many years for this moment, my dear. The time when I would be reunited with my only child.”
Her brown eyes went wide with shock. It really was true. The full brunt of the news hadn’t made an impact until that moment. She really was the offspring of this dark wizard. A mass of emotions overwhelmed her, and she was unsure of which to feel first. Anger seemed appropriate, but sadness overtook it. Would she ever see Harry and Ron again?
She wondered how they would take the news. That their best friend was the one and only child of Harry’s enemy. The darkest wizard to ever grace the planet.
Tears threatened to fall and she fought to keep control. “And what of my mother?” Her voice shook and the words came out as a whisper.
His voice hardened. “Your whore of a mother chose her fate by attempting to take you away from me. She didn’t make it very far. However, that Muggle-loving fool, Dumbledore intervened and kidnapped you.” Thank God for that, she thought.
“Thank God? YOU COULD HAVE BECOME SO MUCH MORE.” The Dark Lord thundered. The Death Eaters cowered in their master’s wake. His anger was not to be tested. Hermione’s emotions had allowed her to forget the dark wizard’s use of Legilimency. Voldemort’s anger subsided slowly, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, he continued to speak.
“You remind me so much of her. She, too, was an extremely intelligent witch. Although she lacked the proper qualities to succeed. Tonight you will join us at a general meeting and after everyone arrives, you will take the mark. After eighteen years, you will finally take your rightful place by my side, daughter.”
When she tried to speak, her voice failed her and all that came out was a terrified squeak. After a few deep breaths, she managed to compose herself enough to make conversation. “I won’t ever follow you nor will I ever take the mark. Father or not, I hate you and everything you stand for.”
The admission only seemed to delight him further.
“Oh, you will take the mark and you will respect me above any other. Or you will remain here until you’ve had a change of heart.” His gaze fell on the man beside her. “Escort her back to her rooms, Severus. Remain there with her until you are summoned.”
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“Who was she?” He didn’t need to ask about whom she was speaking. He already knew. Her mother. She wanted to know the identity of her mother. The woman who had foolishly tried to escape the wrath of Lord Voldemort. The woman who had foolishly fallen in love with Tom Riddle.
“Her name was Elizabeth Pierce. She was a member of a Pureblood family in Italy. Shortly after her first year in a prestigious Italian wizarding school, she transferred to Hogwarts. Like you, she was a Gryffindor.” This new pierce of information relaxed her somewhat. If her mother was indeed a Gryffindor, she couldn’t have been all that bad.
Her former professor’s intense stare softened somewhat. She was no longer a child, and her bravado had surprised him. No one spoke to the Dark Lord in that manner, but then again…she did have certain privileges now. The girl, no woman seemed to have aged years in the past day or two.
This woman before him could possibly change the outcome of the war. Her spirit would be difficult to break, and he secretly hoped they wouldn’t succeed. She would be forced to take the mark, naturally. But would she continue her stubborn streak and remain loyal to the Light?
He hoped so.
The sound of her crying broke his train of thought. Without thinking, he pulled her into his arms and held her as her sobs grew louder and her body shook against his. She felt so small to him. And yet, it was in that moment he realized how beautiful she had become. Her hair was still bushy but it had calmed somewhat.
The man stiffened slightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. He was a man who liked his personal space, and although he had initiated contact, he felt as though she was invading his area. Snape allowed the contact for a few more minutes before pushing her away and abruptly exiting the bedroom. When he reached his destination, he slammed the door shut behind him and leaned back against the wall.
What was happening to him? HE reached out to her, then pulled away when she reached back? No. He only meant to comfort her. Maybe kind words would do the trick next time. Wait. Kind words? Severus Snape was not a kind man. Silence would suffice.
He regained his composure and made his way back to her room. She was exactly as he had left her, although her crying had stopped and a look of sheer confusion remained upon her round face. She cocked her head to the side as she studied him. It unnerved him.
A pain in his left forearm alerted him of a summoning.
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Next up…the general meeting! Reviews please! I hope this chapter was long enough for you, and future chapters will hopefully be longer than this one. xx