Mine

This is a SEQUEL if you have not done so please read the first part 'His', if you dont this story probably wont make sense lol.

How you turned my world, you precious thing
You starve and near exhaust me
-Labyrinth ‘Within you’


4 months after the end of ‘His’

Voldemort’s POV

I have everything. The world is mine, everyone bows down to me. Just what I always wanted, power.

My inner circle all got their own country to rule-but of course under my rules, I just don’t have the time to look after such individual problems.
But one thing is missing, it is her. She escaped my grip, she just left, how could I be so stupid and careless. I want her back, not just for the reason that she’s mine but because of something else. I can almost hear my ancestors saying it, How pathetic that the dark lord misses a girl, a muggleborn Gryffindor slave. She is so much more than that though.

How comes I hadn’t found her? For the first time in my life I was stumped, I had found the Potter boy easily. I didn’t kill him though, he was faced with a lifetime or slavery and torture-death was too simple. The rest of the order were either faced with the same fate or stuffed in Azkaban, a few were executed.
Im not all evil, I sometimes hold a celebration for my followers and I sometimes visit someone else’s party, I like the fun parts. Unusual some may think.

But still, why did she leave? She told me she wouldn’t that same day she did. She told me she loved me, I knew it was true but she also told me she hated what I do, I wont ever change that. I don’t care what she feels like, I will find her and she will serve me.

I sat alone in my study, reading up the countries leaders reports, everything was running smoothly I smirked. I looked up at the sound of a knock on the door and opened it with a wave of my hand, Severus stood in the doorway.

“Milord”, he acknowledged respectively, he was my best follower, the closest person to me other than Hermione-you could almost call him a friend.

“Severus, you have news?”

“Yes milord, the approximate whereabouts of miss Grange-erm mrs Riddle have been found”, I had everyone get into the habit of calling her that. She wasn’t Granger anymore, she was mine-no matter how much I hated the name, “she’s in the south of France as you originally guessed. I just came to confirm this”, I smirked, I am so near now, she’s just in my grasp.

“Thank you, you have done well. I want her back to me as soon as possible, I don’t want people thinking she has left, everyone must ‘know’ she is here with me. When she is back here, I am going to punish her so much she will never think to leave again, she is my slave, my wife and I will have her back”, I told him what he already knew. I had offered Severus a whole continent to rule, but he refused, instead I made him minister of magic-I am the minister really though, I just don’t have a desk with a name plate. He had an unexpected taste for woman-I never realised he had interest in anything like that but he opened up a brothel, filled with so many witches of all ages who had no where else to go.
I could go in and use as many woman as I liked at no cost, so many beautiful ones but none compared to Hermione.
“You are dismissed”

“Yes milord”, he bowed and left through the door.

I leaned back on my chair and looked at a photo frame on my desk, me and Hermione on our wedding day, we both looked good I must say. I softly stroked my cock as I turned it over, no one but myself knew what was on the reverse, a photo of me fucking Hermione roughly on the bed, (I had the photo taken secretly so she wouldn’t know about it), I could see her cries of pleasure and passion through my brutality. I pumped my hand up and down as I pictured doing it again and again to her, I groaned knowing she loved it even if it hurt-the perfect slave. The perfect wife.
I Scourgifyed myself as I slumped back again, this is getting ridiculous, I want her, no…I need her.

How pathetic is that?

I feel empty, maybe its because part of my soul is bound into her, maybe I missed her.
How did it come to be like this? She was just a slave! Supposed to help me win the war, but I won the war alone. Even if she hadn’t of killed Dumbledore Draco would of so I would still be here but instead she would be here as well. What is happening to me! I have fallen for a girl, I’ve had many girls in my bed but never have I had anything more than lust for any of them!

She is going to pay for that.

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Hermione’s POV

I lay back on the sandy beach in the summer sun, the warm waves washing up against my legs as I read a book. This was my relaxation part of the day, without it I would go mad. Everyday I did my routine of getting food, checking I was well hidden, practised random magic and read up on updates of the world. That was my life.

I was lucky I cant die, if I could I would have only a few days ago when I drowned. A simple swim until my foot got caught on something, nothing is worse than the weight of water crushing against your body, no air in your lungs but you still don’t die. I got out by performing a spell to throw me back onto the beach, I knew I had to be more careful, after everything I almost forgot about natures own dangers.

He hadn’t told the world of my disappearance, I read the daily prophet everyday and not even a sniff of it-something major like the dark lords wife escaping would be front page if he announced it. Obviously he didn’t want people to think he was weak, like anyone would ever think that anyway.

I always wore a glamour charm, everyday I changed my appearance so no one would get suspicious of me, especially when deatheaters travelled through the village I stayed in, which was quite rare.
Today I am just a 17 year old blonde haired beauty-the charm was random but I always was lucky. The charm covered up my marks but not my ring, typical marriage magic.

I thought at first he would take away my magic-he had the power to do it but he never did. Who knew why, he probably thought I would return to him, I couldn’t, I loved him but I hated his work, I didn’t want to delve anymore into the darkness I had already entered.

I worked out if I had of stayed pregnant I would be giving birth around this time, wow imagine being a mum! I didn’t regret Dumbledore’s death but it made me sad that one of the greatest wizards of all time could be so cruel to me, I trusted him and he didn’t help me. I read about the orders capture, apparently there was a public execution of a few, some were locked away and others…who knows? Harry was captured within weeks of Voldemort’s rise to capture, I always thought he would last longer but he was foolish to think he could outrun him. Am I foolish? I have survived 4 months, maybe im just more clever.
Hogwarts stayed open, but they were taught all new subjects including the dark arts, it was open to anyone of any blood type but there was no 4 houses. Just Pureblood, half-blood and muggleborn, I pity the muggleborns, it would be me there if I wasn’t here. I heard they were faced with a hard life at school.

The muggles were left alone, well they weren’t rounded up. They lived there normal lives but they were all ‘servants’ to the wizards, it was like back in the 1600’s, they were farmers and maids. Their lives were to keep themselves alive. The village I lived in was a muggle one, but because there were so few of them and nowhere near anyone they didn’t have to do all that.

I didn’t really know the true state the world lay in, luck was with me and I did land in a place the deatheaters didn’t bother taking over, its such a small place there’s no point. I have no idea how everyone is, how life truly is like, the daily prophet is controlled by Voldemort so obviously it wouldn’t report the truth.

I couldn’t do a thing about it, so I just stayed lying in the sand. Daydreaming about better times.

All of a sudden I felt something pointing in my neck, I looked up but the sun was in my eyes, I could see the silhouette of a big man though.

“What the?”, I said confused

“You’ll be perfect! Im going to get a lot for you”, he said in a rough voice, with no warning he pulled me up into his arms tightly, his wand digging deep into my neck.

“Get off of me!”, I screamed,

“Oh I don’t think so, you look the part of the slut how would you like to be one?”, he sniggered, just when I was about to crucio him I was hit with a stunning spell.

I awoke in a daze on a cold floor, I fluttered my eyes as I moaned from my aching body and looked around.

“Good morning my sweet”, a toothy grinned deatheater said with a grin above me, I pulled myself up and pushed myself back away from him, “No escape my dear”

“Where the fuck am I and who are you!”

“My name doesn’t matter I just ‘look after’ the girls here. Your in the biggest brothel in the world, some bloke brought you in, said he found you in France so just picked you up-he was paid a lot for you, your quite seductive looking”. I stood up quickly in shock, after all this time I’ve been captured! But not by Voldemort, no, now im going to be forced to be a slave to whatever man pays for me! I cried in frustration and disbelief.
“As im your boss for now, your going to make a lot of money for me, I wont touch you-I don’t touch products I can sell”

“You’re a bastard”, I snarled

“Ill let you off this once but you will address me as sir in future”, I didn’t want this but if I refused so much, higher people may get involved, that could possibly lead to Voldemort-unlikely but I wouldn’t risk being the only girl to ever escape! For now I was safe from Voldemort.

“Ok sir”, I grumbled,

“You will be supplied with garments for each customer-depending on the price paid but im going to make sure you are an expensive one, you can get me a few extra galleons. Your married aren’t you? The ring wouldn’t come off, I don’t care who your married to even though you seem a bit young. If anyone asks about your ring say it’s your ‘tag‘ or something, understood?”

“Yes sir”, I moaned

“Good, I already have a booking for you tonight”

That was the start of my new life as yet another slave. I was surprised no one had figured out who I was but my glamour charm held because I was quite powerful, I didn’t try to escape because no one had ever escaped, If I did there would be an investigation. I didn’t need that.

So I accepted the pitiful life and just got on with it.
Pathetic. The cleverest girl of her age, the most powerful witch in the world is a brothel prostitute.

Everyday I had at least one wizard come to my room, fuck me, then leave. Each one was different but most were rough, they weren’t allowed to leave any marks though. I felt so used and disgusting but I blocked it out of my mind, I pretended in my head that each man was Voldemort, I missed his touch but I just couldn’t return to that life. Even though it was better than my current one, I didn’t harm other people, that’s what I hated doing, no matter what anyone said I disagreed with Voldemort’s goals. So many times though I just wanted to crucio the bastard on top of me but I resisted.
Soon I noticed more and more were ‘visiting’ me, I hated it but after a while I didn’t even care that it was happening, I mean I’ve gone through worse.

I sat alone in just a ripped black dress on my bed reading-I had requested books to keep me occupied which I was allowed, apparently I brought such good business that they preferred me happy than moody. The guy who I had to call sir stood in the doorway and looked down at me.

“So Zoë”, he mumbled the name I told him was mine, “You have a customer tonight-if you fail to perform as you regularly do this wizard will probably kill you”

“What do you mean”

“ Lets just say he tends to kill those he’s finished with unless he’s in good mood, be on your best behaviour I cant afford to lose the money!”

“Why didn’t you just turn him down if you were so worried? It doesn’t matter to me really”, well it didn’t, I cant die-but he doesn’t need to know that.

“This wizard you cant refuse, you will wear the finest tonight. Good day”, he finished and walked out after throwing a tiny bundle on the bed. I wonder who it would be? I bet its some high up deatheater-good, I feel like torturing someone even if I do get in trouble.

I slipped on the miniature garments, purple satin and black laced bra and thong, they were such good quality and were so soft against my skin, I had also been given a thin matching robe to cover myself up for now, It hid my necklace so only the chain was visible. I was used to being dressed and ready to be abused for an hour now but tonight for some reason inside I was scared. I had been in this room for maybe a month and I was actually scared for the first time! Anyway I found it strange I wasn’t mixed with other girls because I knew all the others did, maybe it was because I got so many men there just wasn’t enough time to make friends, I didn’t have any. I remember Neville and Luna, they were good friends, they still are if they trust me, but that’s unlikely. All the Weasleys hate me, I don’t even know where they are.

Why was I so scared? I didn’t get it, deep inside I was shaking. My blonde hair fell straight down my back and my lips were red and pouty-I was supposed to do my best to get the wizard to tip extra, the hotter I looked the better basically. Stupid gits.
I sat back down and read my book about werewolves, it was interesting but it didn’t have anything I didn’t already know. Darkness fell quickly and soon there was a polite knock at the door followed by it opening. I bowed my head waiting to be told what to do, I saw the bottom of a deep black cloak over robes circle me slowly. He clicked his finger so I took it to mean look up, I saw he was hooded so I couldn’t see his face but I felt his eyes on me.

“Do you know who I am?”, he hissed, my heart skipped as a beat as I realised

“You are the dark lord”, I whispered, I cant believe he is here. So long I’ve been hidden and now im in the same room about to have him fuck me without him realising.

“You are bright, but that doesn’t matter. Word has spread that you are the best this place has to offer, I have been with many here so I am going to try you out and see how good you really are. If you live up to the standard I expect I will let you live, if you don’t I think an Avada Kedavra should be in order”, I saw his lips turn into a smirk. “Remove your clothes, I have no time for dawdling with a whore”. I quickly obliged, I hoped to Merlin he wouldn’t recognise me, as my bra fell to the floor he raised his hand so I stopped.

I didn’t have a birthmark or something he recognises do I? he edged closer while pulling away his hood, I wanted to kiss him, he hadn’t changed in appearance at all. He reached out his hand, for a second I thought he was going to hit me but he didn’t, he took my hand and looked at my ring. No one had ever noticed it, oh no…he’s going to recognise it.
“Where did you get this?”, he said almost silently

“I was married before I was brought here, my erm husband died, I don’t know what happened to him”, I lied quickly wile shaking, I had practised occlumency so I was getting good at it.

“Why do you shake? Is there something that’s making you nervous?”, he said, gripping my hand tightly

“N-no, you are just the most powerful wizard in the world, its hard not to be slightly nervous”, I muttered, I was putting on a good act but he seemed to be buying it. He released my hand and pushed me onto the bed.
He was rough, very rough, there wasn’t any kindness in his actions. With me he was rough anyway but he add some sort of ‘loving’ part to it, here he just did it and got up without a word. I felt so used, he didn’t know who I was so treated me like dirt.

“you were better than any of the other girls here, I was quite surprised you didn’t scream like the others”

“There is no need. Scream is just sound, it has no power behind it, it wouldn’t stop you would it?”, I said but quickly shut up.

“Your right, it wouldn’t. at least you have a brain,, what was your name again?”, he asked while dressing himself with his wand.

“Zoë, Zoë Occult”, I said hastily, he nodded and left for the door.

“Ill be seeing you again then Mrs Occult”, his eyes flickered to my ring and he was gone.

I let out a deep breath and fell back onto the bed.
Thank Merlin, how did I get away with that!
He’s going to be back and im still a slave of his, the irony.

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Hermione and Voldemort’s back! He’s depressed and she’s living a secret-random.
She wants him so much but just couldn’t live with being apart of the new world, being one of those who helps make it happen.
She isn’t evil, hope that doesn’t disappoint you. Well she isn’t evil till further notice lol
I hope you like the title, because this story will show more from Voldemort’s point of view it just seemed right to have the first person way of saying his, and that’s mine. Even though she’s technically not his at the moment…you never know what’s going to happen…
Ive changed it so the beginning of each chapter will be a few lines (or a verse) from an irrevelant song to the chapter but revelant to the story as a whole i think :)