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Next Day. 13^th
I make it back to the Chamber relatively fast. I knew that by now the heating charm besides Riddle was gone and I would at least like to be in the Chamber of Secrets before he starts hunting for me. Before long, I enter the throne room and stare at the contrasted thrones. Much like their possessors, I muse as I walk towards the dais. I softly run my hands across the intricate golden throne. I sit down and stare at the utter emptiness. The silence was a heavy garb in the opulent room, yet it made my troubled thoughts ever so clear.
Would it really be that bad? You could eventually do so much for the wizard and muggle world alike, and… Tom would be by my side. I scoff at the oxymoron. Riddle was an enigma, He was intelligent and powerful, not to mention drop dead gorgeous beyond mental understanding. He has spared some of my friends lives and has even granted muggleborns as equal citizens, although for his own ulterior ends…yet… Riddle has basically enslaved me, tortured my friends in front of me…My throat tightens…raped me whilst ensuring I enjoyed every second of it…
He was almost too complex, we kept each other busy, a battle of opposed forces… Yet I fucking yearned for it. Riddle was ruthless and cunning! He was a murder and enjoyed the act. He was a complete sociopath and… I loved him. Riddle was perfect if I could just remove his dark side…or be his light. I groan at the difficultness of this all… I briefly think of Harry…. Sweet and valiant Harry.  How could I ever really go back to someone as sweet and gentle as Harry…when Tom was so dark and alluring…he was my drug. I groan at the difficultness of this all…

“ So this is where you’ve been little lioness?”
I startle awake and look around, it seems I have fallen asleep upon my throne. Riddle stands upon the dais, in breathable black clothes and a devilish smile. I rise and rub my groggy eyes, I wonder how long I’ve been out…
“I couldn’t sleep, and I thought a walk to the throne room would help. It seems a nap on my throne was all I needed”, I reply drily as I observe Tom’s dark workout clothes. I internally groan, I really wasn’t open to working on my powers. I verbally view my displeasure and Riddle smirks darkly. He approaches me as he magically unbinds my heavy plait and my heavy hair drapes across my shoulders.
“Yes, I’m sure you have much to think about, what with the planning of my demise”¸ he whispers softly as he grabs my hand. I comply, knowing that I didn’t have a choice.
“Let's get this over with Riddle”, I grumble in irritancy as I pulled out my ivy wand. I was truly exhausted and wanted nothing more but to sleep my troubles away. Riddle pulls me towards his chest and chuckles at my surprise. His solid form was quite welcoming to my weariness.
“ Oh no Hermione, we will be conducting a new training regime. I do believe this may be the only way to combine your two magics. Shall we?”
And with those words, Tom apparates us from the dark room.

We arrive at the center of the Forbidden Forest. The area is devoid of trees and shrubbery, a clinging chill hangs in the silent forest. Riddle kisses my forehead before he lets go of my waist and saunters toward the center. He stares at me with dark tunnels, as if questioning how he should proceed. I instantly know I’m not going to like this training.
“ Hermione…I must say I won’t enjoy this…much...however I need a formidable queen. You shall learn to combine both powers, or we will reside here until you do”, his voice is dark and low as he quickly flashes his wand.
It’s a second before I feel a stinging gash upon my cheek, I stare in shock at Riddle’s attack. My hand grasps my cheek and I feel the familiar stickiness of my blood. He has never raised his wand towards me, usually, his methods of punishments are more…creative.
“Riddle what are you playing at?”, I automatically counter his next slicing hex as he nonverbally spells his attack.
I barely block his hex and my golden swirls began to ignite in fury. My hair crackles as my Fae magic begs to be released.
Riddle raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as he views my simmered anger. His eyes remain dark and calculating as he begins to bombard me with slicing hexes and shield charms. His form was impeccable and he is relentless as his dark aura oozes across the misted area. I am a swirl of curls and gold as I skillfully dance around his attacks, he does not allow me a moment of reprise and it is then that I realize this was Tom Riddle unconstrained. His dark power is suffocating and intense. I can’t do much but dodge his attacks with my wand and try to outrun his well-placed curses. I misstep and yelp in pain as Riddle’s sliding hex catches my right elbow. I slip on the blood-spattered ground and whimper in pain. I’m sure by now many predators can smell my fear and blood from the many wounds I have been gifted by the snake bastard.
Yet, no predator is worth the thought when Riddle stands over me with dark undecipherable eyes. My stomach tightens in sudden fear. He must know about the plan… I began to scoot back from his opposing form. My face and elbow sting as blood continues to flow.
“Why must I always be bleeding on the forest floor?”, I whisper in quiet rage as I spit out blood.
Riddle takes in my disheveled frame and licks his lips before replying softly, “Learn to channel both magics little lioness, or we will be out here until you are bled dry.” He quickly flicks his wand in three lightning successions, I dodge the first two hexes before the third painfully finds its mark across my abdomen. I growl in pain as I kick up and dodge a fifth slice aim toward my head. My Fae power instantly manifests a gigantic tree from between our battled stances. The tree violently reaches towards Riddle and I gasp in shock as Riddle is thrown back and yet, he somehow lands on his feet. I gleefully laugh as I observe his bloodied lip. Serves you right…
Lord Voldemort stares at me with black orbs as he gently traces the gash around his lip. My throat tightens as I raise a bubble charm around me, my wand magic and fae magick seemed to be trying to protect me. It was as if my fae magick was becoming instinctive, protective of my battered body.
“ Excellent, now try and use your fae magick to protect you and your wand for offensive spells...you are focusing on one magic too long, give me all you got lioness ...I promise I won’t bite too much”, Riddle says this as he lays forth a sequence of dark spells. My fae magick instantly warps the gigantic tree around my frame and I gasp as the wood is shredded beyond any simple slicing hex.
“ That could have killed me you power hungry snake-faced-“, I angrily dodge another slicing hex, this one leaves a deep gash in the dark earth. a puckered wound of dirt and grass. I can feel my magic roar at Riddle’s carelessness…he was truly a monster.
“You're immortal my love and this shall benefit us both immensely. Now …focus”, Riddle growls and does not let up the dark curses as we continue our dance of death.

It’s early dawn when Riddle finally carries my battered body towards the castle, I am covered head to toe in deep gashes and my blood pours freely. After hours of relentless attacks and blocks, my Fae magick and wand are finally one. I can freely preform calculating offensive spells while my Fae magick instinctively protects my person. The battlefield was left strewn with twisted lacerated trees and dark gore. I stare at Riddle weakly as he continues to carry me towards the castle, my curly hair was matted with blood and dirt. Riddle stares ahead darkly as he effortlessly carries my shattered form towards his domain.
“ Why…not…ap..apparate?” , I whimper in pain. I was beyond exhaustion as I tried to fight through the lulling cull of unconsciousness.
Riddle stares down at me with a calm demeanor. He was immaculate as I was not able to lay another scratch on him since his shield charms were quick and scathing. I continue to fight through the pain and exhaustion.
“ I presume because I know I shall rarely see you in this form again… bloodied and ragged, a true warrior queen”, Riddle whispers softly, as if to comfort me. I stare at him with unfocused eyes.
“You are quite beautiful Hermione”
I finally give into the pain and succumb to welcoming darkness.
I was way over my curly little head.
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I summon Hodgey and order her to clean and heal my unconscious Hermione of our battle. I truly did not like laying my wand on my other half, although her blood did run prettily across her golden skin and she was quite beautiful full of rage, I simply did not like seeing her in discomfort. Alas, I needed the lioness to tune her powers and I knew the only way would be to attack her relentlessly. I stare down at Hermione as Hodgey quickly heals her torn skin and changes her into soft cotton pajamas.
Hermione’s face was quite peaceful when she slept as if she had not a care in the world. I wonder where her dreams take her too…I’m sure far away from this nightmare that she will not admit she enjoys. No matter, she has no choice in the matter and shall continue to be trapped if that’s what she portrays this life to be.I absently twirl my Slytherin ring around my finger… I do believe it’s time to carry out my brilliant plan.
I glance at my Hermione and her snake necklace one more time and internally growl, you can try but you won’t ever escape me.
I apparate from the Chamber of Secrets.
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I materialize near Wellington Hospital in Central London. I quickly transfigure my dark clothes into muggle doctor robes. I am not bothered as I calmly walk towards the intensive care unit. It’s quite empty here and I only have to kill one nosey nurse. I vanish her plump body from my pathway and put my hand on the nearest door handle. I sniff the air quietly.  I can smell the arrival of death…perfect.
I open the door and am greeted by an elderly woman, her skin was saggy and grey, her breathing was shallow and wet. I quietly observe her stilled manner… I haven’t much time.  I take off my Slytherin ring and hold it the moonlight. I still had part of my soul in this heirloom and I kept it on my persons always. I think about my diary and the diadem of Ravenclaw…I realized after my third horcrux that the lines of sanity and insanity were beginning to blur and I knew I would not be able to create seven horcruxes. No matter I was immortal now, I had Hermione’s essence and needed to make sure I always had apart of her…
I rennervate the sickly muggle women. She wakes up and instantly coughs sputum and blood…muggles are disgusting creatures
“ Are you my doctor?” , the old muggle asks while wiping her bloody sputum.
“ I am far superior to that, in fact, I’m going to save you from your pitiful existence.” , I guide my wand towards my ring and draw the last rune Professor Gludenberh deciphered, a blunt line with swirls danced throughout. The Unseelie rune meant binding and it was going to change everything. The old women stares warily, scared to say much. Her ragged breathing is slowing and I know I do not have much time before Death claims her. I quickly silence her, I really don’t like to be interrupted during my monologue.
“ You see muggle, I am going to use my other half’s essence to save your pathetic lifeforce, fear not it shall be used to secure my hold.”
With those ambiguous words I call forth Hermione’s essence, no easy feat I must add. It hurts to drag forth her golden aura from my dark clutches, I focus all my energy towards the disgusting muggle women. The gold aura roars forward, assuming I wanted to heal the sickly women from her deathbed. The muggle stares with bright eyes at the magic before her and gasp as I aim my wand towards her frail frame and guide the golden aura towards hers. At the last moment, however, I force a portion of Hermione’s essence into my Slytherin ring instead. It’s quite difficult to execute since her aura wanted to heal the sick creature. The ring grows blinding hot at my soul and Hermione’s essence combine in a swirl of silver and gold before sealing into the ring once more. I smile as I stare at the old muggle.
“Would you like help towards your journey?”, I ask her calmly. She stares at me and my wand before nodding feebly.
“ Avada Kedavra”
Green light flashes throughout the tiny room and the muggle women finally gets her rest. I stare at the ring before slipping it around my left ring finger. I have created a fae horcrux and shall always have a part of my lioness with me. I will always be a step ahead Hermione.
With those thoughts, I leave the disgusting muggle women and her sickly room.

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I awake slightly sore and stiff. I am in our bed swathed in a cotton nightgown. I look at my arms and stomach and notice that Riddle was healed me from our earlier training. I slide out of the silken sheets and head towards the bathroom. I observe the time from the giant grandfather clock, Riddle’s methods were crude and barbaric but I now knew how to control both powers easily. Still, I was irked by his controlling demeanor, I’m sure I would have eventually figured out a way to harness both magics without bleeding half my life force out.
I walk past the silver circular room and head straight towards the bath, I needed to soak my tired muscles and just decompress before I went to Hogsmeade to finish up the muggleborn boarding school. I arrive to see Riddle running a steamy bath and twirling his Slytherin ring in thought. He rises at my approach and beckons for me to come towards the water.
I grumpily disrobe and dive into the hot water, I swim towards the bottom and sit cross-legged in the center. I glance above and see Riddle’s form sit near the surface. My curly hair swirls around me as I let the warm water seep into my tired bones.  I really did not want to see the evil bastard right now, I know his methods were ultimately to help me with my magic, yet I was still pissed. Riddle was scary in the Forbidden Forest, his dark eyes were unforgiving and his skill was nothing I’ve seen before. He was a force to be reckoned with and I was hesitant about whether we would really be able to bind Riddle to my homeland…or if I really wanted too…I loved a monster…a monster who could be very sweet and caring when he wanted too…A monster who destroyed my freedom.
I kick upwards as my lungs began to scream for oxygen and swim towards the edge. Riddle has set up our normal breakfast and tea. He begins to wash my hair and I float in the water as his gentle massages relax me furthermore.
“ You do understand why our training was necessary earlier today, hmm Hermione?”, Tom whispers as he slides into the warm water.
“ Yes, because you are a control freak and love to see me suffer so…” ,I reply grumpily as I straddle him with ease.
“Hermione my dear, you know well that you needed you to handle both magics and apparently our regular training wasn’t doing well, besides you got one hit in”, Riddle smirks as he guides the head of his penis to my entrance.
“ Yes well I should by know that your sociopathic tendencies will eventually show through”, I roughly glide down onto his shaft and we both moan in satisfaction.
“ How will you ever go back to Potter? I have ruined you irrevocably “ , he whispers darkly as I bite his neck harshly.
“ I’ve been ruined Riddle”, I reply through clenched teeth as he grabs my throat roughly and grinds upwards.
We were going to destroy each other…I just knew it.
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