Treacherous Angels

Hermione walked down to the dungeons holding three plates, filled with sweets and cake. She went into Harry’s cell first and woke him up.

“Harry…how are you doing?” she asked.

“Oh…do you care?” he sneered.

“Yes. I brought some food down…The Dark Lord got me a cake and everything. I’ve got to go back up to open presents…I’m sorry Harry…truly I am.” She said, placing the plate down.

She went into Viktor’s next, “Hello Viktor. Here. Enjoy.” She said, giving him a plate as well.

“Is it true vhat Harry and Ron are saying? Zat you joined with the Dark Lord?” he asked, as she opened the cell door.

She paused and turned around, “I joined a long time ago. Eat up.”

She stopped at Ron’s cell. He turned away from her; someone had been down and tortured him more. She slowly walked in and sat down beside him. The presents would have to wait.

“Ron…” she whispered.

“Go away.” He spat.

“I’m going to get you three out of here.” She said looking down.

He looked up at her, “Liar.”

“The Dark Lord will eventually come after you…I’ll turn this into a portkey and on when I say go, take hold of it. Okay?” she said, pulling out her wand.

She freed Harry and Viktor into Ron’s cell. She locked the bar doors and smiled at them.

“By guys. I’m sure I’ll bump into you some day.” She said, locking the cell door.

“Come with us Hermione…” Harry said.

She shook her head, “No Harry. I have to stay. Just go.”

“What about Malfoy?” Ron said.

“He’ll be safe with me.” She assured him.

“Thank you Hermionee.” Said Viktor bowing his head.

She blew them a kiss and touched her wand to the fork. She stood back, “It’s been a pleasure. One…two…three.” She said as they disappeared.

She conjured a new fork and pick the three plates up. She purposely dropped them and screamed at the top of her lungs. As fast as she could, she bolted up the stairs and back into the ballroom.

“They’re gone!” she screamed. “They’ve escaped!” she added.

Everyone rose from their seats, “I failed you My lord…I thought…I thought I had them locked down…I deserve to be punished.” She sobbed, getting down on her knees.

Draco watched from the kitchen door with a smirk, “She did it…” he whispered inaudibly.

Voldemort bent down in front of her, “Hermione…look at me.” He said.

She thought of a brick wall, the one to Diagon alley, “Y-yes master?” she sobbed.

“You did not fail me…you brought them to me. As I asked. I should have killed them sooner. It is my fault.” Voldemort admitted.

“No, Master. Do not take the blame for my pathetic failure. Punish me, please. Please…” she sobbed.

She knew he would do it. She begged for pain and he never ignored it…especially from her. She never failed him once. Technically she hadn’t failed him now. All Death Eaters went silent as Voldemort shouted, “Crucio!”

The pain was horrendous, but she handled it well. She knew what he wanted to see. Pain and confusion in her eyes and she gave it to him. Her body wriggled and squirmed like a worm on a hook. Her face contorted in pain. Her body stopped moving, and a little trickle of blood, protruded from the corner of her mouth.

“She is still alive. My dear, sweet Hermione…” Voldemort said to his followers.

Lucius stepped forward and gasped. Not only a trickle, but a gush of blood was coming from her mouth. Lucius looked at his master, waiting for a command. But it never came. Only a simple nod. Lucius scooped her up and glided out of the ballroom and into his den.

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Hermione moaned and groaned as her eyes fluttered open. She looked ahead to see where she was and immediately recognized the aroma of Lucius’ den. Slowly, she sat up and gazed into the darkness of the room. She heard a movement behind her and she reached for her wand, only there was no wand.

“Who is there!” she demanded, standing up.

She turned to where the fire place was and muttered something and the fire blazed, lighting the room up and her intruder.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked.

“I came to speak with you miss.” Draco replied.

“Spit it out.” She snapped.

“The Dark Lord would like to know if you would join himself and my father for a drink in the library.” Draco said slowly.

“Yes. I will be ready in a minute. Where is my wand?” she demanded, shooting daggers at him.

“Here. On the desk.” He said, pointing to it.

She retrieved it and swept out of the room, leaving Draco standing alone.

….

She reached the library and stopped, took a deep breath, and pushed the doors open, just enough for her to see in.

“Hermione, dear come in.” Voldemort said in his toxic but sweet voice.

She walked over to join the two men where a large glass of brandy was waiting for her. She sat down in the large arm chair across from them. She crossed her legs at her knees and waited for words.

“It’s a shame you couldn’t open your presents. So, I thought it was only fair that when you woke up you should do yourself the honor.” Voldemort said, passing her a box.

She smiled thankfully and beagn to unwrap it, “This one if from me.” He rasped.

She tore the paper away to reveal a black box that had the Salazar Slytherin emblem on it. She gently opened the box and gasped at the contents. A great Emerald stone glowed at her, that sat neatly on a thick, diamond crusted chain.

“It was a prized possession of Salazar himself. He placed his life on that stone, and when he died, placed his soul in it.” Voldemort said, lifting it out of the box and putting it around her neck.

“It’s so heavy!” she said, still examining it.

“It would. After all, it holds one of Hogwarts most brilliant minds.” Voldemort joked.

She smiled and thanked him over and over again. The next present was from Rodulphus Lestrange. She opened it up and pulled out the original copy of Magic Moste Evile. She giggled, and placed it beside her. So many presents so little time.

….

Finally getting to the last present, which was from Lucius, she carefully and tiredly unwrapped it. A long, black, velvet case; she opened it and seen a plain, silver bracelet with engraving on it: Be Mine. Hermione looked up at Lucius, beaming and hugged him.

“Ah, my two greatest pupils. Together. How…touching.” Voldemort said, scrunching up his nose.

“Sorry Master… “ Hermione blushed, sitting back.

“That’s quite alright. I had a love once too…” Voldemort began, telling the story of when he fell in love with Emily Rydal. He only did it when he drank too much Brandy. Lucius and Hermione rolled their eyes and sighed.

Two hours later, Hermione and Lucius were hearing about the part where she refused him so he killed her. They were wide awake, from still drinking the Brandy.

“…And then…she died and I became stronger. And that is why you two, are my most prized pupils.” He clapped his hands together, and fell back in the chair, passed out.

“I’m glad that’s over…” Hermione said, hearing about it for the upteenth time really bugged her.