As If In Wonderland
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Down the Rabbit hole
“They would have rescued you by now, or at least tried to if they really cared for you”, Voldemort sneered as he circled Hermione with her knees under her chin in the centre of the cell, her chain not letting her go far.
“The order, someone will come for me. They haven’t given up on me!”, she cried as Voldemort once again twisted her mind into believing no one cared for her in the world. It had been a fortnight and she was getting weaker by the day, he had stopped using the cruciatus as much and moved onto emotional torture.
“If you say so my dear…” he whispered sarcastically
“Stop it! Please!”
“Crucio!”, he growled yet she didn’t scream, she had learnt not too. The pain was unbearable but she soon learnt her screams were pointless and only satisfied him more. “Still no screams?”
“Maybe I wont speak. Torture me, damage me, do whatever, just don’t even try to kill me”, she said weakly though her last words were strong and angry.
“I wont kill you, but I see you will do all you can not to die”
She said nothing.
“What? No words?”, still silence, “your silence doesn’t bother me, it just makes me laugh at how pathetic you have become”, he mocked but she showed no sign of emotion. Letting how a frustrated groan he tortured her for several seconds before leaving. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she smiled, she knew she had won this battle but it was only a matter of time before she lost the war.
“day 17”, she said aloud as she marked her small tally on the wall with ‘her’ rock. 17 days and she hadn’t given up, quite an achievement. “You are out there for me, aren’t any of you? Please…”, she asked too no one, she wished that the order were looking and planning to save her-or maybe he was right, they just didn’t care.
*
“Crucio!”, Voldemort listened as he heard the screams of some girl across the room from him, Lucius wasn’t a lover for woman, only his wife maybe, though his many mistresses were in his mind created just to please him…when they didn’t please him to the standard he wanted, they were punished. Voldemort knew a lot about each individual in his inner circle, more maybe than they knew but he enjoyed knowing.
“If you use one more curse Lucius I will have to curse you, I don’t need to hear you trying to show off your skills in the cruciatus curse, maybe use it on someone more powerful than a defenceless girl-it doesn’t show your talents much”, Voldemort said without been looking at Malfoy senior but he knew the expression Lucius must have been wearing.
Every now and again Voldemort would hold an informal fathering for his followers, to bring who they liked and do what they liked…maybe it sounded rather generous but the dark lord only did it as he could see how his followers were when in informal situations…it was interesting for him to see, though random shrieks and screams from girls they may have brought annoyed him slightly yet he rarely said anything about it. It was his chance to be calm when in the presence of others…
He was a dark and sadistic person, who usually got pleasure from others pain. But he did enjoy other things also…
It was almost a month after the 17th day he had ‘visited’ Hermione, and she was cracking. Fast. The last time he saw her she was practically screaming that she was giving in through her eyes yet she didn’t open her mouth. Not a word had escaped her lips since she had promised him that, even when he tortured her she merely winced instead of screaming.
He wanted to see her-wanted? He was fascinated by the girl, a Mudblood though! He hated her yet he liked her…he knew how much she hated him as well and it was so satisfying that way, she hated him but would eventually give in and willingly serve him.
Today, was a very important day for the dark lord. Thanks to Snape a 30day long brewing potion he needed had been completed, only this morning had he taken it and Snape was rewarded greatly for it.
“Milord, I am much grateful you shut up that bastard of a husband of mine, bringing one of his whores on this day”, Narcissa thanked him bitterly with a smile and a small curtsey in front of him as he sat and watched his followers with interest.
“That bastard of a husband yours is better than average though Narcissa, Im afraid he wont be punished for pissing you off”, the dark lord usually complimented someone in a way that made them not seem too good.
“Of course milord I know this, and my husband is brilliant…just up his own arse”, he smirked at this knowing it was true as he had noticed it recently, “I hope you don’t mind milord, but you do look magnificent”.
“Thank you Narcissa, Snape has been rewarded…I must be in a good mood”
“Im glad milord, may I leave to see my husband?”, she asked kindly to which he nodded. Narcissa was one of the few woman he knew who were passionate about the dark arts for their husbands, most of his followers wife’s hated that they were involved in such a thing, though he knew Narcissa would never use dark magic.
-
“Hermione…”
“Don’t say that”, she said wispily, turned away from him and facing the opposite wall.
“Finally breaking that oath of silence you had?
“I want to remember hearing my name in happier times, hearing it now, in the present…”
“I must say I am glad you’ve given up that oath of silence, you have a mind that shouldn’t be wasted to just stay inside your head. You look terrible”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think about my looks”
“I meant your clothes”, he looked down at her still wearing her school uniform which had become rotten and tattered, “your hygiene”, he noticed the dirt on the visible bits of skin he could see on her, “And those cuts and bruises haven’t cleared up yet”
“Because you have another spell on this cell so I cant heal normally, and me being underfed doesn’t exactly help”, she murmured shakily, she was very weak he could see.
“You are very beautiful though”
“Fuck off”, she cried
“I compliment you and I get this from you? I am a busy person so be grateful I make time to come down here, your only interaction with another being and I provide you with everything you need to live-”
“-Am I supposed to be fucking grateful!”, she raged but weakly as she turned around and looked up at him, she gasped.
“What is it?”, he smirked
“Who are you? No…you are the dark lord but you have taken that regeneration potion I have read about…”, she stated fascinated through cold eyes. Before her was the dark lord. Yet it looked nothing like the pure white skeleton with red eyes who had visited her nearly everyday to hurt her. This man was in his thirties and extremely handsome, his dark brown eyes and dark brown hair was messy around his head but still looked good. He was just as tall as the previous body of his and still had the same evil smirk on his face.
“I knew you were very clever…I can tell you like it, I could have any body in the world and I ended up with the body and face I had in my early thirties…and ive told you before, looks mean not much to the dark lord but I prefer my real self than the thing I was forced into when I regenerated…”
“You are still a monster! I hate you so much just leave me alone!”, she was getting hysterical, she was near collapse and was probably near death, “look what you’ve done to me…”
“It was for your own good, you decided to be like this, I could have kept you out of this dungeon a month ago but you decided to pretend you were strong-though you were quite strong to last so long. I can give you everything you would ever need, but in exchange I want you to give me everything. I want everything”
“I-I have nothing, what do you want?”, she sighed while holding her head to stop herself from falling to the floor from exhaustion.
“Everything. You have brains and you can even use magic extremely well-I witnessed it on the night of my success remember? I want it, I want you to use it for me”
“Please…I cant-”
“You can”, his eyes gleamed as he saw her thinking vaguely, “you were always wasted with the order, never listening to you or using your brains as they should have…here your knowledge and skills will be put to good use, you will be very valuable. I could have forced you into it via imperio but I want you to know there is nothing left for you outside these walls…but me”, the dark lord was a very persuasive talker when he wanted to be.
“I-I cant…deal with this…”, she murmered
“Does this mean you give yourself willingly to me?”, he asked just as he saw her begin to collapse.
“don’t know…will I be better…?”, she breathed not thinking straight, exhaustion had gotten to her finally.
“Yes Hermione, you will be so much better, this can all end”, he laughed coldly as she closed her eyes.
“Yes…ok….”, she managed to say before falling to the floor unconscious, her head whacking the cold stone floor with a thump causing a bit of blood to appear through her matted hair. He watched for a moment at her pitiful position on the floor below him, he had broken such a clever and powerful girl and had her willingly give up to him. Though she was almost unconscious as she said it and wasn’t thinking straight, I was good enough for him-a complex spell similar to the one he used to give to his followers he cast on her. As a deatheater had to willingly want to serve him to get the mark, he could now place the mark on her as he had always planned, even if she didn’t really want it.
“The order, someone will come for me. They haven’t given up on me!”, she cried as Voldemort once again twisted her mind into believing no one cared for her in the world. It had been a fortnight and she was getting weaker by the day, he had stopped using the cruciatus as much and moved onto emotional torture.
“If you say so my dear…” he whispered sarcastically
“Stop it! Please!”
“Crucio!”, he growled yet she didn’t scream, she had learnt not too. The pain was unbearable but she soon learnt her screams were pointless and only satisfied him more. “Still no screams?”
“Maybe I wont speak. Torture me, damage me, do whatever, just don’t even try to kill me”, she said weakly though her last words were strong and angry.
“I wont kill you, but I see you will do all you can not to die”
She said nothing.
“What? No words?”, still silence, “your silence doesn’t bother me, it just makes me laugh at how pathetic you have become”, he mocked but she showed no sign of emotion. Letting how a frustrated groan he tortured her for several seconds before leaving. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she smiled, she knew she had won this battle but it was only a matter of time before she lost the war.
“day 17”, she said aloud as she marked her small tally on the wall with ‘her’ rock. 17 days and she hadn’t given up, quite an achievement. “You are out there for me, aren’t any of you? Please…”, she asked too no one, she wished that the order were looking and planning to save her-or maybe he was right, they just didn’t care.
*
“Crucio!”, Voldemort listened as he heard the screams of some girl across the room from him, Lucius wasn’t a lover for woman, only his wife maybe, though his many mistresses were in his mind created just to please him…when they didn’t please him to the standard he wanted, they were punished. Voldemort knew a lot about each individual in his inner circle, more maybe than they knew but he enjoyed knowing.
“If you use one more curse Lucius I will have to curse you, I don’t need to hear you trying to show off your skills in the cruciatus curse, maybe use it on someone more powerful than a defenceless girl-it doesn’t show your talents much”, Voldemort said without been looking at Malfoy senior but he knew the expression Lucius must have been wearing.
Every now and again Voldemort would hold an informal fathering for his followers, to bring who they liked and do what they liked…maybe it sounded rather generous but the dark lord only did it as he could see how his followers were when in informal situations…it was interesting for him to see, though random shrieks and screams from girls they may have brought annoyed him slightly yet he rarely said anything about it. It was his chance to be calm when in the presence of others…
He was a dark and sadistic person, who usually got pleasure from others pain. But he did enjoy other things also…
It was almost a month after the 17th day he had ‘visited’ Hermione, and she was cracking. Fast. The last time he saw her she was practically screaming that she was giving in through her eyes yet she didn’t open her mouth. Not a word had escaped her lips since she had promised him that, even when he tortured her she merely winced instead of screaming.
He wanted to see her-wanted? He was fascinated by the girl, a Mudblood though! He hated her yet he liked her…he knew how much she hated him as well and it was so satisfying that way, she hated him but would eventually give in and willingly serve him.
Today, was a very important day for the dark lord. Thanks to Snape a 30day long brewing potion he needed had been completed, only this morning had he taken it and Snape was rewarded greatly for it.
“Milord, I am much grateful you shut up that bastard of a husband of mine, bringing one of his whores on this day”, Narcissa thanked him bitterly with a smile and a small curtsey in front of him as he sat and watched his followers with interest.
“That bastard of a husband yours is better than average though Narcissa, Im afraid he wont be punished for pissing you off”, the dark lord usually complimented someone in a way that made them not seem too good.
“Of course milord I know this, and my husband is brilliant…just up his own arse”, he smirked at this knowing it was true as he had noticed it recently, “I hope you don’t mind milord, but you do look magnificent”.
“Thank you Narcissa, Snape has been rewarded…I must be in a good mood”
“Im glad milord, may I leave to see my husband?”, she asked kindly to which he nodded. Narcissa was one of the few woman he knew who were passionate about the dark arts for their husbands, most of his followers wife’s hated that they were involved in such a thing, though he knew Narcissa would never use dark magic.
-
“Hermione…”
“Don’t say that”, she said wispily, turned away from him and facing the opposite wall.
“Finally breaking that oath of silence you had?
“I want to remember hearing my name in happier times, hearing it now, in the present…”
“I must say I am glad you’ve given up that oath of silence, you have a mind that shouldn’t be wasted to just stay inside your head. You look terrible”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think about my looks”
“I meant your clothes”, he looked down at her still wearing her school uniform which had become rotten and tattered, “your hygiene”, he noticed the dirt on the visible bits of skin he could see on her, “And those cuts and bruises haven’t cleared up yet”
“Because you have another spell on this cell so I cant heal normally, and me being underfed doesn’t exactly help”, she murmured shakily, she was very weak he could see.
“You are very beautiful though”
“Fuck off”, she cried
“I compliment you and I get this from you? I am a busy person so be grateful I make time to come down here, your only interaction with another being and I provide you with everything you need to live-”
“-Am I supposed to be fucking grateful!”, she raged but weakly as she turned around and looked up at him, she gasped.
“What is it?”, he smirked
“Who are you? No…you are the dark lord but you have taken that regeneration potion I have read about…”, she stated fascinated through cold eyes. Before her was the dark lord. Yet it looked nothing like the pure white skeleton with red eyes who had visited her nearly everyday to hurt her. This man was in his thirties and extremely handsome, his dark brown eyes and dark brown hair was messy around his head but still looked good. He was just as tall as the previous body of his and still had the same evil smirk on his face.
“I knew you were very clever…I can tell you like it, I could have any body in the world and I ended up with the body and face I had in my early thirties…and ive told you before, looks mean not much to the dark lord but I prefer my real self than the thing I was forced into when I regenerated…”
“You are still a monster! I hate you so much just leave me alone!”, she was getting hysterical, she was near collapse and was probably near death, “look what you’ve done to me…”
“It was for your own good, you decided to be like this, I could have kept you out of this dungeon a month ago but you decided to pretend you were strong-though you were quite strong to last so long. I can give you everything you would ever need, but in exchange I want you to give me everything. I want everything”
“I-I have nothing, what do you want?”, she sighed while holding her head to stop herself from falling to the floor from exhaustion.
“Everything. You have brains and you can even use magic extremely well-I witnessed it on the night of my success remember? I want it, I want you to use it for me”
“Please…I cant-”
“You can”, his eyes gleamed as he saw her thinking vaguely, “you were always wasted with the order, never listening to you or using your brains as they should have…here your knowledge and skills will be put to good use, you will be very valuable. I could have forced you into it via imperio but I want you to know there is nothing left for you outside these walls…but me”, the dark lord was a very persuasive talker when he wanted to be.
“I-I cant…deal with this…”, she murmered
“Does this mean you give yourself willingly to me?”, he asked just as he saw her begin to collapse.
“don’t know…will I be better…?”, she breathed not thinking straight, exhaustion had gotten to her finally.
“Yes Hermione, you will be so much better, this can all end”, he laughed coldly as she closed her eyes.
“Yes…ok….”, she managed to say before falling to the floor unconscious, her head whacking the cold stone floor with a thump causing a bit of blood to appear through her matted hair. He watched for a moment at her pitiful position on the floor below him, he had broken such a clever and powerful girl and had her willingly give up to him. Though she was almost unconscious as she said it and wasn’t thinking straight, I was good enough for him-a complex spell similar to the one he used to give to his followers he cast on her. As a deatheater had to willingly want to serve him to get the mark, he could now place the mark on her as he had always planned, even if she didn’t really want it.