Mine

Anyone who can touch you
Can hurt you or heal you
Anyone who can reach you
Can love you or leave you
So be gentle

I bruise easily…
-Natasha Bedingfield, I bruise easily


*

“I have nothing against you you know, I wish you didn’t have to tortured everyday”, Morgan told me after a little conversation. After being tortured the handsome youngish wizard returned and introduced himself as Morgan, ever since that day he talked to me whenever he had the chance. Now a week later we were once again talking after I was tortured.

“I know, but the dark lord wont see it like that when im free”, I replied. I had gotten a liking for him even in the position I was in, I got the impression he was forced into my kidnapping and hostage like situation.

“Well at least you understand, anyway my hand still hurts from where you broke my wrist! I had it healed as well but apparently it’s a side effect…”

“Sorry but you were going to whack me one, I didn’t even realise I was doing it, like a reflex or something and I felt like I used such little effort, weird huh”

“Yeah I guess, are you sure you haven’t taken anything to make you so strong, that guy who was just here almost lost his arm when he came near you”, he said seriously as I laughed, the last person who came in to torture me was just making me sick of the it so I tried to disarm him, didn’t work but he left quickly. “you definitely have had a potion or something”

“I haven’t! Well I’ve had a few in the dark lords control but none for strength, I wouldn’t need it…but I must say it has been useful”, I smirked.

“well im curious about it anyway, I researched a lot on human capabilities without the use of a wand a few years back and your case sounds similar to something I’ve read…”, he said deep in thought

“doesn’t matter, the only way I would have gotten a substance to give me such good ‘skills’ would be if something was in my blood stream…”, I looked down at my arms as realisation came over me I chuckled, “something’s can be more useful than expected then”

“What is it?”

“Basilisk venom in the blood stream would usually kill a person but-”, I quickly shut up when I remembered not many knew of my immortality, “doesn’t matter, I just know why”, he raised an eyebrow but didn’t press any further, and opened a letter he had yet top open from his pocket. After a few minutes of reading he got up and pulled on his cloak.

“Sorry but I need to go, my father it seems wants to see me and im a bit late, thanks for the chat though”, he smiled and apparated. He wasn’t bad this guy, just in with the wrong people, people who wouldn’t mind torture and deaths to get their wants, kid of reminds me of a certain group. Voldemort was evil, sadistic and cruel as I always reminded myself, but he seemed to care a lot about me and hopefully was doing all he could to rescue me. I never thought I would miss him so much, so I made ‘friends’ with Morgan, well at least I wasn’t completely alone that way.

A few hours later a couple of very angry looking wizards came in, I was surprised seeing as I had already received my ‘dose’ of torture for the day…

*

“Avada Kedavra!”, I cursed and his body went still, “have his body dropped off somewhere, somewhere they will find him”, I ordered a few deatheaters who quickly removed him.
I smirked at my brilliance, the people who took my possession, my Hermione had now lost a ‘follower’, a young man named Morgan.

I recognised him in the servant girls mind, but I knew he wasn’t a senior person in the operation, he seemed too naïve and young, he was easy enough to fool into coming here. Such a pity.
I tortured him for a bit to get information, he couldn’t reveal her location because he wasn’t secret keeper but he told me she was well, she was loyal to me and that she missed me.
I looked into his mind before he died, an image of Hermione screaming not by my doing haunted me, she wasn’t supposed to feel pain not inflicted by me! I will kill them all.

*

I screamed for the thousandth time on the floor, screaming for life after being tortured mercilessly for hours. I didn’t do anything wrong and begged for them to stop, I am not a coward but the Crucio’s were sending me to the brink of madness. Finally before losing consciousness it stopped, I was so numb I couldn’t see and knew I had no energy.

“little bitch had enough then?”, one taunted, kicking my body over so I could see right into their eyes, “Morgan’s dead”, I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion, he’s dead? I only spoke to him this morning…

“why are you hurting me then?”, I gasped

“because the dark lord needs to know the consequences of his action”, I was crucioed a bit more and I could hardly tell a few new spells were used to make me bleed and bruise, I was already in too much pain. “We are a group who have been working for years to get what we want, all for the greater good”

“Greater good?”

“As soon as we are in possession of the emerald, it will be so much easier to take over and make things how they are supposed to be”, one snarled at me, my limp body was breathing heavily and I was getting angrier by the second.

“you will never get the emerald, its impossible for anyone, even its wearer”

“its wearer? It is a simple stone-”, he looked down at my necklace which was now green, my whole body except my chest was marked and bloody, he muttered a few charms and smirked when he finished, “so the dark lord kept it right under our noses”

“that is it?”, the other asked greedily

“yes, and to think we didn’t even need to torture the slut, but where’s the fun in that?”, he smirked and leaned down to pick up the pendant, he could merely touch it, unable to grab or pick it up off my skin.

“only the owner can remove it, the dark lord owns it as he owns me-as I’ve been told so many times”, I laughed weakly, earning myself yet another crucio. My skin was unrecognisable, only red and purples, never had I been hurt so bad when not in Voldemort’s home, my home.

“she’s right, it cant be removed, we should just kill her”, the minor one told the more prominent, he nodded in agreement and cursed me with Avada-Kedavra. Yet again death without death, I screamed more than ever, it wasn’t as powerful as Voldemort’s but powerful enough, I closed my eyes.

“Death comes so easily to people these days”, I heard him say and lean over to pick up my pendant but still unable to, he stopped trying when he notice my smirk, “what the?”, I fluttered then open and look directly into his.

“you wont get rid of me that easily”, I breathed

“This is some weird shit”, the minor one said nervously, backing away.

“No one has ever survived the curse except for the Potter boy, you could be of advantage to us, otherwise you will just be the pathetic, slut slave you already are”, that’s when I started to feel the anger, no matter how weak I was it didn’t stop the rage run through my body.

“I am not pathetic. I am not a slut. I might be a slave but I am not yours to use”, I growled, “You want to use me? If you survive you just might get the chance”

“Survive what?”, he sniggered

“Avada Kedavra!”, I screamed and they both fell dead, no other words as more power than I’ve ever generated roared out of me, . I managed to rise above a potion that drained my magic, but I collapsed onto the cold floor unconscious as a consequence, knowing nothing more.

*

I paced my study, waiting, waiting for news, any news. They were torturing her, almost killing her and I could feel it but without the pain, I knew the emotions she was feeling deep inside of me. Helpless, pathetic and weak, that’s not me…usually, under these circumstances though I was all three. I knew the approximate location of Hermione, but because I wasn’t secret keeper I cannot see the location, I had at least a dozen men stationed around to report anything suspicious though.

Her pain lasted for hours and the whole time I sat, paced or simply watched out of my window, thinking over my many thoughts on what to do. A knock at the door and I allowed entry, Severus bowed respectively and entered, he sat down without permission but it didn’t bother me, he was the only one who I would allow to do so.

“Milord, no news on the girl but I would like to report on the progress the countries are making, now people are starting to get used to your laws everything has been more relaxed, less serious crimes are being committed but minor ones im afraid are on the rise, such as theft”

“good, tell me what would you define as a serious crime?”, I asked to Snape’s surprise

“erm well murder, assault, rape and going against you”, he suggested slightly nervously.

“two out of four. Assault I have no care for, if you cant defend yourself then its their own problem, and rape…well under my law a woman must be owned by either a person or business, through marriage or through document, technically a possession cant be raped by its owner. On the other hand, when a possession is broken by another that is punishable”, I stated.

“I completely understand milord and you are correct of course”

“Severus you have done well as you always have, yet you never accept rewards from myself, I always wonder why”

“I don’t need rewards to work for what I believe is right milord, I have everything I need, a home, a good job and my own private ‘business’”, he smirked in reference to his brothel. This discussion distracted me from Hermione’s pain and I enjoyed a leisured conversation, after half hour I raised a hand an Severus stopped talking immediately. The sense of her hurting had been dialled down, I knew she wasn’t being tortured but she was seriously injured.

“they have stopped whatever they were doing to her and it kills me to know I cant help her, they better heal her soon though, or hell will be paid”, I slammed my fist on the table and stood up to look out of the window, “deatheaters are situated in and around her approximate location?”

“yes milord”

“good”, I felt a wave over me as if something was opening, “because the secret keeper is dead”, I smirked, “don’t ask questions, have her found and brought here, everyone else dies”, and he apparated with a nod.

I sat on my desk triumphantly, I don’t know how I knew, I just did. I felt a sense of supreme power, happiness and freedom then nothing, as if she were dead but that was impossible, she was merely unconscious at most. Snape may wonder how I all of a sudden just knew the secret keeper was dead but it didn’t bother me so it shouldn’t him, I will have her back where she belongs.

I wonder though how this secret keeper ended up dead though, I felt a burst of energy so it might have been Hermione but that is serious magic…it just couldn’t be in her unstable condition, someone must have intervened and killed the bastards and helped my girl, whoever he is going to be a very important wizard in the near future.

I relaxed with a hard drink on my chair with a real smile across my face, not alone anymore am I? I look back and think I how I survived with no one for so many years, now I cant think without her, I need her more than I want her now, just a year ago it was the other way around. I tapped my fingers patiently against the table, waiting for her, how bad us she really? I know she felt serious, near-death pain but how bad could it be really? An owl tapped on the window holding a rough note, I quickly opened it to recognisable handwriting.

Milord, she is in your private hospital, she is in a very instable condition, if she could she would be dead right now. SS

With that I roughly dropped the note and apparated to my hospital, only small and in the building so it was always near. Three healers were busily performing charms and handling potions around a bed, Severus and a couple of other death eaters stood by to watch, sometimes assisting in a spell or two. Before going over I watched the rushing, not able to see her, Snape as soon as he saw me came over hurriedly with a bow.

“milord, I couldn’t tell you personally because I was need here, the girl has been through much damage”

“Damage? Surely they couldn’t have hurt her that bad?”

“It is not just what they did to her, yes she was severely tortured, very badly, many curses and muggle beatings as well, but she also…”

“Also what?”, I asked impatiently now

“She was ‘killed’ with the Avada Kedavra curse but didn’t die as you already know is possible for her, she was dead but still breathing”, I sighed in relief, she had taken the curse before. “But from what evidence suggests is that she killed half the street she was in”

“What?”

“She seemed to have attempted to kill those who had just well tried to kill her and ended up killing about a dozen people, inside and outside on the street. A deatheater was hit also who happened to be outside”

“How is that possible? They drained her power and yet she was able to kill so many people with one curse…”

“She is more powerful than anyone, even yourself milord, ever believed possible, she didn’t know she was capable of such a thing”, he stated. I pondered on his words for a few seconds before going over to see her myself, the healers moved away as soon as I was near, she was unstable but not near death, she was at risk of being lost only to survive in her head.

I saw her and my heart skipped a beat, I never knew I even had a heart. Her face looked so peaceful, I could just about see a smile on her lips like she was dreaming, her lids closed to hide her beautiful eyes. Apart from her features she looked dead, her skin was waxy and drenched in blood, several bruises and cuts were still visible-yet to be healed. She just looked so fragile, I wanted to wake and kiss her lips, tell her I will keep here safe-but I’ve promised that before and yet I couldn’t, yet her strong will went on. Her hair fell around her head like a hallow, her breaths almost non-existent and her hands rested by her sides like a soldier, this was never supposed to happen.

“Severus, see to it that she stays alive not just dead with a soul, my own experiences are something I don’t want her to ever feel”, I ordered and leaned down to kiss her forehead, in her mind I pushed in a thought.
Please forgive me for not protecting you. I love you Hermione.

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Tortured and almost killed again, not so lucky is she?
He really loves her, is that even possible lol but its true
She is so powerful, her own magic and knowledge, the emerald, basilisks venom and Voldemort’s influence combined have turned her into a real one of a kind sorceress, only Voldemort is as powerful as she, he can just control how she uses her magic.
I didnt have much time to write this as i was busy so i decided last minute to just get back to the Voldemort and Hermione pairing, sorry its not long but i have much more time next time :) please bare with me if there are minor mistakes lol