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What I've become	By : RoxieRose666 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 14260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I am so so sorry for how long the last two chapter has taken me, I have been having problems with my pc in which I mean my old one broke and I lost the three completed chapters I had and could not bring myself to write it all again. Believe it or not I wrote them both in one sitting, I knew I just had to get going with it again or it would never get finished....this was really hard to write and I hope you all can follow it, but you have no idea how happy I am now that these chapters are finished :D....Hope you enjoy it and please R&R.....and again I do not own harry potter and make no money from this story.

Chapter 19

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Hermione stood in the middle of her empty apartment, took a deep breath and sighed, even though she had only been inside Malfoy Manor for just two days she felt like she had been gone ages and looking around at her possessions she realized she hadn't miss it at all.

What was there to miss, she wondered as she looked around her darkened Living room, nothing here tied her to the apartment, nothing she would have ever miss had she not returned.

Sighing Hermione went into her bedroom while using her wand to flip on the lights, her room looked really small compared to the room she had spent the last two nights in and certainly less tidy.

Hermione quickly got her self ready for bed and flicked of the lights, she tried hard not to think about how uncomfortable she was in her own bed and how she longed to be back in her room at Malfoy manor.

Hermione groaned and rolled onto her back to glare at the ceiling.

"He let you go, Hermione" She said aloud to the ceiling.

"I should be happy that he let me go…Now I can get on with my life" Hermione said and after thinking about that remark she laughed bitterly at the ceiling and rolled back onto her side still laughing.

She laughed until her eyes became drowsy and her throat dry and rasping only then did her eyes close and her laughter faded as she fell asleep knowing all too well what she would dream about.

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This place was dark, too dark to see where she was going but Hermione moved forward anyway as if an unforeseen force was pushing her forward, the floor beneath her bare feet seemed to be made of cold stone cobbles.

After awhile she began to her sounds in the distance and her surroundings started to brighten up slowly.

The light, she realized came from flaming torches that hung from the stone walls, the flames just flickering to life as she came close to them.

With the new light Hermione could see more of her surroundings, the walls at either side of her were made of stone and covered with thick green moss, small trickles of water run from the ceiling down to the floor where it poured into open grates that were place ten spaces apart and out-side barred cells.

The noise in the distance drew closer and Hermione could make out the sounds more clearly, chains moving across the stone floor and deep heavy breathing.

Hermione Began to move faster towards the noise until her feet came to an automatic stop and she turned to face an occupied cell, the room was lit with more torches, its walls caked with dirt and dried blood, and in the middle there was a lone hooded figure kneeling upon the floor, the general shape of the figure told Hermione it was masculine.

Large heavy chains hung from the hooded mans wrists and ankles that bound him to the back of the cell, his head was bowed and Hermione noticed he wore nothing but black trousers and the hood that covered his face.

Hermione gasped softly when a fairly large man stepped from the shadows twirling a dark and slender wand around his fingers while he made his way towards the hooded man until he was stood directly behind him.

The large man stepped back and raised his wand high into the air and brought it down with a swish, though no spell was spoken the hooded mans back went ram rod straight and he cried out in pain.

Hermione watched again as the man raised his wand and as if in slow motion brought it down, this time Hermione noticed a large gash appear upon the mans back before he screamed in pain and specks of blood splashed the dirty walls.

Hermione lurched forward and grabbed the cell bars tightly and thrust her face closer tears brimming in her eyes,

"Stop it!" she screamed tugging the bars as the large man brought his wand down for a third time, the hooded man screamed louder than before and slumped forward, but neither of them seemed to hear Hermione's cries.

She watched in horror as the large man brought his wand down again and again, all the time screaming for him to stop, until the large man placed his wand inside his robes and watched the man before him whimper in pain as turrets of blood ran down his battered body.

The Large man moved round to stand in front of the broken body, grabbed the hood and pulled it of, Hermione's throat was raw so all she managed was a strangled cry when she saw Lucius beneath the hood his face pained and bruised, but his eyes on Hermione.

Hermione reached a hand out though the bars towards Lucius when suddenly he screamed out in pain sending Hermione falling until she hit the soft pillows of her bed.

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Hermione gasped as if the wind had been knocked out of her lungs before blinking up at the darkened ceiling, sitting up she looked cautiously around her bedroom.

Lucius's battered face flashed before her and the dream came back as clear as a memory, she could even smell the damp moss, and worse of all Lucius's blood.

Swinging her legs out of bed Hermione stumbled to her feet, the smell making her feel nauseous and ran into the bathroom where she kneeled next to the toilet and let the nausea pass.

She rested her cheek against the cold porcine of the toilet for a few minutes before she got to her feet slowly.

Going to the sink she poured cold water into her hands and splashed it over her face three times before shutting of the tap and letting the water drip from her face.

She looked into the over sink mirror remembering the vision of Sahar and gasped when her image shimmered and blurred.

Concentrating now Hermione thought of Sahar and willed herself to see her, this time when her reflection shifted Hermione did not gasp but watched amazed as her image changed into Sahar, she could still see herself in the image but the girl before her looked more majestic than Hermione ever did, Hermione lifted a shaking hand to her face, the image moved with her but a few seconds slower.

"Who are you?" Hermione whispered, her voice trembling, the image smiled and placed a pointed finger to the glass.

"Me" Hermione said and knew it was true, this image may look different but she knew it was still her deep down.

"I just don't know what to do with this knowledge" Hermione sighed, Sahar merely smiled her finger still pressed to the glass, Hermione sighed again as Sahar lowered her hand and winked.

"Ok I'll rephrase my question….who am I?" Hermione asked, Sahar seemed to think for a moment before placing her full palm to the glass and nodded Hermione to do the same.

Remembering what happened the last time they had connected this way Hermione shook her head, Sahar smiled a dazzling smile that showed a row of perfect white teeth and shook her head slowly and nodded again at her hand, Hermione raised her hand and let it hover inches from the glass.

"How can I trust that you won't take over me?" Hermione asked, Sahar's eyes widened with innocents and nodded again.

Hermione deliberated for a moment before taking in a deep breath and pushed her hand forward onto the glass.

Hermione felt her body jerk forward into the mirror and nothing but brilliant white light surrounded her as she continued to fall forward.

Suddenly it went dark and Hermione could hear muffled sounds all around her, she had the odd sensation as if she was being squeezed down a tight tube.

After awhile she could make out a tiny shimmer of light and large hands upon her shoulders, but it didn't feel right, surly hands could not be so big.

The hands that gripped her gently pulled her free of the darkness and Hermione felt her body being lifted into the air with the hands moving firmly to her back, Then out of nowhere and with out Hermione meaning to do it a loud wail ripped from her chest, the sound was wrong for her voice.

Hermione realized she had no control over any part of her body except her eyes, as her arms and legs moved around without her consent while she continued to cry loudly.

Hermione's eyes focused upon a woman's face that hovered above her, the woman was huge compared to the small frame Hermione could feel herself in.

"It's a beautiful baby girl madam" The woman boomed, Hermione felt the woman move and she was lowered though the air until she was tucked into the arms of another woman who's face was covered in sweat.

Hermione's eyes focused on the woman as she smiled down at her and straight away she felt unexplainable love for her, she absolutely adored her, the crying stopped at once.

"So beautiful" the woman gasped and leaned down and placed her lips to Hermione's head, Hermione agreed with the woman, she was beautiful too.

Inky black ringlets spilled down over her shoulders, her face red with exertion but stunningly pretty as her smile widened.

"And what will you be calling the little lady" The other woman asked from somewhere behind Hermione but kept her eyes on the woman she loved.

The woman, still smiling thought for a long moment as she stroked Hermione's face with her thumb lovingly.

"Her name is Sahar Sakshi Slytherin" The Woman whispered leaning to Hermione once again.

Once her lips made contact Hermione was thrown once again into darkness, she felt herself expanding, like she was growing at a fast speed, she felt her feet suddenly hit solid floor and a room started to materialize before her.

The room was fairly large and as Hermione watched objects appeared, a bed first, then drawers, a wardrobe, a door, a large amount of toys and pot dolls littered the shelves.

Hermione stood in the centre of the room looking around wildly; she looked down at herself and noted the pretty black silk dress that swung round her ankles and smiled, she felt happy for no particular reason and a tinkering laugh left her lips and she spun on the spot.

"Sahar…can you come down here please!" A Woman shouted from outside the room and Hermione instantly knew it was the woman she had a lot of love for.

Her feet ran from the room before Hermione even thought to do so and ran down a grand hallway until she reached a staircase and she looked down at the woman she cared for with all her heart, but the woman's face looked strained and worried with a pinch of pity.

"What's wrong momma?" Hermione said but it was not by her command and not with her voice she spoke with, this voice was as smooth as silk and sounded posh to her ears.

Her mother stood at the foot of the stairs her hands clasped in front of her, a look of worry upon her face and tears in her eyes.

"Y….your father…wishes to see you" she whispered, tears spilling over her lids, Hermione didn't know why but fear filled her and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.

Like a zombie Hermione found herself walking down the stairs until she stood in front of the woman who was still crying softly, only then did Hermione note the rising bruise that shone upon her cheek, she longed to hug the woman and tell her it was all ok, but didn't.

Turning from her Hermione's feet walked down the thick carpeted hallway until she came to an ornate door, a shaking hand lifted and pushed the door open.

Hermione found herself inside a large library with high windows, a man stood with his back to her at the end of the room, his hair was short and a dark shade of brown, her feet carried her to the man until she stood behind him her legs still shaking but her head held high with defiance.

It was a long time before the man turned his face towards her, the face Hermione saw looked familiar only from books she had read about the founders of Hogwarts and knew this was Salazar Slytherin.

"You know why I have summoned you" Salazar said in a harsh voice that sent chills down Hermione's spine.

"Yes father…" Hermione said her eyes looking over Salazar's shoulder, not daring to look into his cold eyes.

"And you know why you must be punished" Salazar continued, his words bringing back memories of Dolores Umbridge from many years ago, but Hermione's head shook from side to side.

"Ah so you believe what you did does not deserve punishment?" Salazar asked, linking his hands behind his back and leaning forward.

"No father" Hermione answered her defiance stance wavering as Salazar thrust his face even closer.

"And why not…you have defied my rule and left the grounds" Salazar sneered his voice rising angrily.

"I simply wished to see what was outside of the gate father" Hermione said her voice attempting to be strong and confident but failing miserably.

"And what did you find out there?" He asked although Hermione knew by instinct that he knew the answer.

"M…M…" she stuttered.

"MUGGLES!" Salazar roared taking a step closer.

"After I warned you not to leave the land, you left and corresponded with Muggle's!" Salazar hissed a look of utter disgust upon his face, Hermione's head just nodded.

"You disgusting creature!" Salazar snarled, Hermione took a step back as she noted the anger in him swell.

"You are never to leave the house again…not even into the garden…I have been too generous to let you do even that it seems" Salazar said his voice lowering slightly.

"No…please" Hermione begged her eyes locking with his and pleading.

"I forbid it…Muggle's are disgusting, vile creatures and are below us Sahar" Salazar hissed, Hermione shook her head violently.

"Your wrong father….they are my friends" Hermione said taking a backward step closer to the door, Salazar's face reddened and his hands balled into fist.

"You…you sickening little bitch how dare you think such things…you are my daughter and will do as I say" Salazar screamed, Hermione shook her head again, fear rising in her chest.

Salazar roared loudly and threw his clenched fist into her face sending Hermione to the floor making her see stars, before she could right herself she felt a heavy weigh upon her body, punching and scratching every bare surface.

Over the sound of flesh hitting flesh Hermione heard the voice of the woman she loved run into the room and try to pry Salazar from her half battered body.

"Stay out of this Felicia!" Salazar roared.

"Stop it…you're going to kill her!" Felicia screamed, and Hermione felt hands pull her from the pain and she found herself upright once again, she could feel blood seeping from many places and the taste of it in her mouth.

She stood beside her mother tears of pain running down her face.

"How dare you interfere…I have warned you of this before" Salazar huffed glaring at Felicia with a look of thunder.

"You would have killed her if I let it continue…I heard her screaming" Felicia said, Hermione had not been aware of the screaming but it did explain the pain in her chest.

"I should Kill her…like the disgusting little bitch she is" Salazar screeched his eyes flickering to Hermione.

"Don't talk about her that way!" Felicia shouted blocking Hermione's body with hers.

"You would deify me too!" Salazar shouted taking a step closer to them both his fist clenched.

"Yes…I would" Felicia said her voice shaky with fear as Salazar advanced closer towards the pair.

"You will stand there and defend the pitiful excuse for a witch…and risk getting a beating again?" Salazar asked his eyes sparkling with malice; Felicia nodded and gulped involuntary.

"Now I see where the creature gets it from…consorting with Muggle's, the utter disgrace of it….and you…you just sicken me…standing there shielding her from me knowing what is going to happen to you because of it….I will give you one last chance…stand aside and leave us" Salazar hissed as he came face to face with Felicia, Her knee's knocked together and fearful tears leaked from the corner of her eyes.

"I won't" she whispered pushing Hermione further behind her back. Salazar glared at her for a moment before bringing hand up and back-handing her around the face sending her back onto a small table and was upon her within seconds, hitting her face with his firsts over and over.

Hermione stood shocked as she watched her father beat her mother over and over, her mother screaming with pain.

"Stop" Hermione sobbed her voice barley a whisper.

"Stop it" She said again louder but her father continued.

That's when Hermione felt it again, the sharp pain in her brain as her anger built, Her mothers screams became softer as she began to choke upon her own blood.

Hermione concentrated upon her fathers back and allowed her anger to flow around her body easing some of the pain in her head, until she felt she could fill no more.

"STOP IT!" Hermione screamed and shot her arms out in front of her, palms facing outwards towards her father and watched as he was lifted into the air and sent sailing across the room before her crashed into a large bookcase which toppled over onto him.

Hermione rushed to her mother's side and helped her from the desk gently.

"Sahar…what have you done" Felicia gasped around a mouth of blood, her face frozen in horror as she looked at her husband struggling to free himself from the mountain of books that engulfed him.

"Run…Sahar" Felicia whispered, Hermione shook her head and tugged on her mothers hand towards the library door.

"Not without out you momma" Hermione cried tugging upon her hand harder until she felt her mother step with her and then broke into a run, flinging the door open they ran out into the hallway.

Out of nowhere Hermione felt her mothers hand leave hers as she was thrown into darkness once again.
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