Mine

I dont know what you do
but you do it well
I’m under your spell

You got me begging you for mercy
why wont you relase me
you got me begging you for mercy
why wont you release me
-Duffy, Mercy

*

I walked alone through the house at dusk, more of a castle, after getting ready. A red ball gown that fitted as if it were my own skin to my body glistened in the moonlight, and the billowing skirted part swayed as if like water, just divine in scarlet, I laughed at the fact that it brought out my eyes.

I didn’t feel like going straight to the hall although I knew the party-ball had started, I didn’t feel comfortable around those sort of people and their partners. Voldemort was ok if I came slightly later as long as I did turn up, playing the love struck wife, yes I had started to fall in love again, unbelievable really but I wasn’t going to act how I did before. I will keep to my word that I wont dwell in the darkness, well not much if I can help it.

The rose he had given me still hadn’t died, I placed a charm on it so it wouldn’t, it was too beautiful to let perish, it was a simple reminder of how good he has been to me. Before entering the hall, I checked I look ok, my hair fell straight down to my waist with a small silver tiara on top, Voldemort wanted people to know I was his, the necklace rested above my dress and coloured the same as my eyes and dress. It always changed between red and green, depending on what I was wearing-or my mood I also noticed. I took a deep breath before a doorman opened the door, inside was hundreds of wizards and witches all dressed for the occasion, so many I was overwhelmed by the scale of his supporters.
The few who noticed my entrance bowed their heads slightly at my appearance, this was so weird…I went straight in the direction of Voldemort throne because I knew full well he would be there.

“I do believe you look like a goddess”, he complimented me when I finally made my way to him, he kissed my hand and stood up, he was dressed in black as usual but even more regal than usual, his dark hair swept just across his face.

“Thank you, you look good yourself”, I smiled as he took my hand to walk, “Want to introduce me to some of your buddies?”, I teased.

“First I need to introduce you”, he silenced the music with a click of his fingers and everyone looked round to him in complete silence, “Ladies and gentlemen, your lady Hermione…”, a ring of applause and I blushed, so many dark people applauding me? “She hasn’t been in the public eye for sometime but she is back to true self again now, I hope you welcome her. You may resume”, and the music started again as if by magic…obviously. I mentally slapped myself.
“I need to see a few people so don’t get into trouble”

“Ill do my best”, I smirked before he walked into the crowd leaving me alone, but it could be a chance to have a bit of freedom in here. I preferred it when I got on with him, although I wasn’t 100% I started to trust him again.

“Granger, so your back once again”, I heard the recognisable voice from behind me of Draco,

“Looks like I am Malfoy, shouldn’t you be back at Hogwarts doing some homework or something?”, I smirked knowing he was now head boy at school, I turned around to look into his icy eyes with a touch of warmth. He had changed, more grown up and good looking in his rich robes, not that I liked to admit it.

“Come on, you liked a bit of homework so I suppose your longing for some, want to do mine?”, he suggested as I raised an eyebrow, “Im joking, look im not the little immature shit I was anymore, the new world has changed me”

“That’s nice to here, never thought id here you call yourself a little shit”, I laughed

“No I was, get it right”, he corrected me with a grin, “Wanna dance? I’ve got to get away from Pansy, driving me mad!”, he nodded his head to a dark haired girl getting a few drinks, I laughed. He took my hand and I began to notice he was a good dancer, “what?”

“Sorry, its just I never thought you of all people would be a good dancer. Anyway, why are you avoiding your slut?”, I questioned, my eyes flicking to the slytherin girl.

“There’s nothing wrong with her she’s just not my type, I have to be with her though because her parents and my mother are using it to secure both our pure bloodlines, she’s the most possessive person though”, I felt a tad of pity, he was a prisoner as well really.

“isn’t there another pureblood you can marry then? well seeing as it just must be one”

“Dunno, trying to find one. doesn’t matter really, being a deatheater I get loads of girls wanting me, I’ve bedded most of the girls in 7th year already this year, Pansy cant say anything about it though which makes me being with her just fine with me”, he smirked and I rolled me eyes.

“Don’t get any thoughts about me, ‘cos its not going to happen”, I told him when I noticed him looking down my cleavage, even though everyone tended to do it because of the low cut clothes I wore and the size of them, I hated the ‘attention’.

“Nah I’ve already scored you in the past”, he said proudly resulting in a hard slap from me, maybe the third I’ve given him since I’ve known him. I didn’t even wait to hear him moan back, I walked off before being stopped by a couple in their fifties.

“Milady its an honour to finally meet you”, the woman said with a slight curtsey, I didn’t know what to say so I just thanked them. “The dark lord told us of illness, we trust you are well now?”

“Er, yeah…yes I am. Erm...what brings you here?”

“I am a good friend of the minister, my wife works high up in the ministry so we have some connections you could say”, the bearded man told me with his arm around his black haired wife.
It was like that with nearly everyone, every time I moved on from someone another couple or more started conversation with me. Some talked about the dark arts and bragged about what they had done, which disgusted me but I just smiled and nodded, I was helpless to say anything.

Finally, after a few dances, some food and dozens of conversation, someone put there hands over my eyes, “Guess who”, he whispered playfully before kissing me on the lips.

“I trust it is you milord”, I smiled, he moved his hands to reveal it was indeed Voldemort, “I was just looking for you, these people are driving me mad”, he laughed and took my hand.

“If you wish to retire please do so, I cant im afraid but I will make it up to you”, he apologised and kissed my forehead, I nodded and said goodnight. I didn't want to stay longer than i had to.

“Thanks, I had a good time, I wish I could have seen you a bit more though”, I smiled and left for the bedroom.

*

Wow, she actually wants to be with me. I smiled before sitting on my throne and being forced into a conversation with Bellatrix.

*

On my way back down the empty halls to the bedroom I felt a presence, as if someone was watching me, I turned round but no one was there when I got outside. I turned back and let out a startled cry before being hit against the wall and was knocked out.

*

After feeling a twinge inside of me i heard a loud voice shouting, “Milord! Milord!”, I looked up to see Peter Pettigrew running up to me and gasping for breath.

“What is it?”, I asked annoyed, pulling out my wand to Crucio him.

“it’s the Hermione girl! There was blood on the wall outside your chambers...she’s gone!”, he cried. I instantly got up and apparated outside my chambers to see for myself when I realised how serious he was, everyone was silent looking over and trying to listen before i left.

I saw it, the wall had a dose of blood at about Hermione head height which slid down, as if she had fallen to the floor while leaning against the wall. I didn’t need to check the rooms, she had gone, someone had taken and hurt her.
Anger bubbled through me, I had no idea of her location because the potion of submission she was given all that time ago-which would have helped, doesn’t work once marriage happens.
Where? Who? Why?
Then I remembered what that rat had told me, some wizards have been planning this, planning to take what is mine. Every single one will die when I find her, once again she is not with me, but this time she didn’t go willingly otherwise they wouldn’t have hurt her. The thought of her hurting made me curse, I didn’t feel her in pain because she was knocked unconscious, but if I do feel her feel pain, I will do a lot of damage…

“Milord, she will be found and returned swiftly and accurately”, Snape said behind me, I didn’t need his reassurances so I tortured him, no matter that he was the closest person I had as a friend.

Many will suffer for this.

“Snape, I want everyone who was here tonight accounted for”

“Milord, many have left already”

“Then I want a full scale investigation put in place from this moment”

*

I woke on a cool soft material, feeling like a bed beneath me, I slowly opened my eyes to notice light coming from a barred window, it was morning but I last remember it being night. I was in a small, cold room with just a bed and a fireplace which wasn’t on, two doors stood in front of me, one obviously for outside and the other for a bathroom of some kind.
I quickly got up to check the door for outside but it was locked, typical. Who the hell kidnapped me? I remember about to go into the bedroom when I saw a cloaked figure hit me hard against the wall, that’s all I remember, I raised my hand to my head to feel dry blood in my hair but no marks, I shuddered at the feel of it.

The door opened and a hooded figure walked in, I tried to curse him but my magic wouldn’t work, I looked down at myself unsure of why Voldemort would do that to me.
“You currently have a potion that last 24 hours to cease your magic, you will take a daily dose”, he said in a familiar voice.

“And what if I don’t?”

“You have no choice, if you resist we will use force”

“Who are you? Why am I here!”, I asked furiously

“Just one of a few who want more power, you are the key to that, with you gone it will make the dark lord more…weaker mentally and emotionally. We know he can feel when your in pain and has already been messaged of what’s going to happen, you will be subjected to a torture session everyday until he hands over a certain artefact which holds the key”

“The key to what?”

“The key to immortality, darkness and power”

“Your talking about horcruxes”

“No im not, this artefact holds a lot of power which will be so useful to us”

“What is it? The artefact I mean, im just interested because you’re never going to get it, no torture of his slave is going to budge him”

“we shall see, your more than just a slave though aren’t you”

“Maybe, but that wont make the dark lord back down, he has spent his whole life working for it, when I get my magic I am going to enjoy killing you and your friends, so are you going to tell me what it is?”, I growled.

“A stone, an emerald which is said to heal whatever it touches”, he told me, I quickly realised what it was and acted cool so not to arise suspicion.

“At least tell me who you are, seeing as im going to be here for a while it seems”, he considered me for a second before lowering his hood. He was dark haired and handsome, maybe in his mid-twenties and I felt like I recognised him.
“You were at the party”

“Yes, you spoke to my parents, being the son of a friend of the minister gave me easy access to an invite”

“So your going to go against everything your family is for to gain power?”

“Of course, a group of wizards asked me if I was interested and I happily joined them, the dark lord has it right with what he is doing but its time his little phase ends. Tell me, if you wasn’t here, what would you want?”, he smirked when he saw my mental battle.

“I…I want my husband” , I stated, his face went more serious, “You or your companions will never be as powerful as him, just cowards” I sneered as he raised his hand. He tried to hit me but I caught it and twisted it, hearing his wrist break and his whimper I let go and look down at my own hand. Im not capable of that sort of strength am I? I didn’t even feel like I used any energy and it was done so effortlessly, the wizard looked up at me and apparated without another word. Now I apparently have super human strength, anymore things I should know about myself…

That was the least of my problems though, this thing these people are after is around my neck at this moment in time, true it is heart shaped but he must have had it made into a pendant, the scarlet colour of it was only because I was still wearing my red gown and because of my anger, it was still an emerald though.

Either way im stuck, its impossible to remove unless the person who gave it removes it, Voldemort. That wasn’t likely, so I am forced to live a life of torture. I fidgeted with the pendant waiting for something, hoping Voldemort would come and rescue me as if I was a damsel in distress like in muggle fairy tales.
I sighed before lying back on the bed unable to do anything, no magic and still no freedom.

I woke up after not realising I had fallen asleep, believing it was all a dream but no, I was still in the tiny room I’ve been imprisoned in. A bulky middle-aged man stood opposite me, twiddling his wand between his fingers and watching me closely.

“What?”, I said annoyed, he didn’t say anything making me even more infuriated, “Are you going to say anything or are we going to sit in silence? Im getting a bit bored now”

“Crucio”, he said pointing his wand at me, I screamed as violent pain cursed through my body, I had gotten used to blocking it out and not feeling it that it hurt so much more. Finally after what felt like hours it stopped, I was left gasping on the floor and steadily looking up.
“Better get used to it because your going to feel it a lot more in the future”

“I don’t think so”, I whispered as he cackled, “He knows when im in pain but that doesn’t mean he can feel it, its not going to make him give in to what you want, I am just a slave of his!”

“No you are more than that, that’s why you are so useful to us. Mind telling me how you managed to break the wrist of an armed wizard with no magic?”

“Honestly I have no idea, the dark lord tends not to tell me things until they actually happen”

“I will return tomorrow for your next dose of torture”

“Ill look forward to it”, I said sarcastically, waiting for him to leave, as soon as he does I would be able to heal myself. “Can you get me some books or anything to read? It gets boring in here, come on my boredom isn’t going to affect the dark lord!”

“Ill think about it, you know you was going to be used for entertainment purposes but as it seems you can defend yourself without the need for magic you’ve got out of it, its too much hassle to have you tied down”, he added

“Am I supposed to be thankful? Think again, I promise you one thing though, I will be the one to kill you”, I smirked before he left. No I don’t like dark magic but this was something I really wanted to do, kill the bastards who were doing this.

*

I felt her hurting, a long crucio it seems and I was helpless to help her. The dark lord helpless, unbelievable…I hit my fist against my study table without a wince, the letter I was sent lay open.

Your wonderful wife is doomed to face a session of torture everyday until you give up the emerald, you know the emerald I talk of so it shouldn’t be to hard.
As soon as it is done she will be free to go, a Fidelius Charm is in place so she is ‘safe’ for now and not to far.
She is quite feisty but you don’t want your property broken do you?

I crumpled it up and through it across the room, how can I be so stupid! I have no idea where she is and who has her.

Snape sat opposite me, not acknowledging my outburst, “Milord she has only been gone for less than 24 hours, she will be found”

“She is still in England, but I want the whole of Britain on alert, this cant be seen as a moment of weakness”

“I understand milord”

“I need her with me here, I had her out of my grip for too long to let it happen again. I wonder if Hermione knows she’s even wearing the thing they want, they wont find out unless she tells them though, it doesn’t really matter anyway, its impossible to remove without my permission, I just hope they wont do anymore damage to her trying to”, I patted my fingers against the table.

“Milord, I think I may have a lead”, I looked up at Snape, “One of the servant girls, the blonde one has hinted to the others she may have seen her taken”

“Then what are you waiting for? Bring her in immediately!”

“I already have, she’s outside”, he flicked his wand making the door open to show the nervous muggle who always served me food in my study. “Tell me muggle, what did you see? as it is rumoured you saw it happen”

“I-I”, she stuttered, I didn’t have time for nonsense

“Legilimens”, I pointed my wand at her and instantly saw into her mind.
The muggle walked down the hallway outside my chambers, suddenly a disturbance was heard and she hid behind a corner, slightly peaking round.
Hermione walking to the door and about to go in but looked around, as if trying to find a source of something. Then I saw it, two cloaked figures took off an invisibility cloak, the muggle tried to warn Hermione but it was to late. One hit Hermione against the wall knocking her unconscious, blood trailing after her as she fell but was caught by the other cloaked wizard. And then they were gone.

I removed myself from the girls mind and thought for a minute or so. I recognised one as his hood slightly fell, I smirked knowing how I had gotten so much closer to having her returned.

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Its always happens to her doesn’t it