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Moon Guard	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 16218 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- So let me start by asking for everyone's good writing vibes for NaNoWriMo. This year I am working on Sound of Submission and I will really be trying to get the sequel done in time. Send good writing vibes to my beta Eclectic Pet as well as she is working on her own book. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Sherlocked17- Yeah... it doesn't get any nicer from here... enjoy?

The next month went by like all the rest. She was starved for the next few days then she was given the small comforts they allowed. Hermione’s mind ran over the look on Harry’s face and the look on Ron’s over and over again as she couldn’t bring herself to rise for much more than using the bathroom.
The faces were wrong. Ron’s face was not Ron at all, he wasn’t the man or friend she loved and cared for. When she closed her eyes and remembered his eyes she could see no trace of the human within the beast.
Harry wasn’t much better. How could she remember her friend looking at her with such fear and pain? How could she live with herself knowing she was the one who killed all hope for this world?
The month was almost over before she got herself motivated enough to even start doing her exercises once again. It was almost too late before she realized that she had to be strong, she had to push passed their faces and remember who she was. If she let herself, waist away they could turn her the way they turned Ron.
When the night of the full moon arrived, Ronald walked into her cell a few minutes before she would meet her next victim. He grinned at her with his head held high. His eyes were alight with what he thought he would be taking from her that night.
“You’ve stayed…” He started, his hands coming up as if he planned to grope her. “Well formed.” He finished looking to the door and back to her. “I will bring you my kill.” He told her as if he was flirting.
Hermione shook her head and kept her eyes down. She couldn’t look at him like this; it was as if they had hallowed her friend and put someone completely new in his place.
She could feel her change beginning when the doors opened again. This time it was Bill. She looked between Ron and his eldest brother. How could they make him kill his own family? Then it dawned on her that was probably what they had been doing from the start with Ron.
“Ronald?” Bill asked seeming confused before Ron lunged forward gripping him.
“A real challenge for my mate.” Ron said with the same grin as he looked back at Hermione. “You will put up a fight!”
“Hermione?” Bill asked sounding alarmed at Ron’s behavior.
“Werewolves…” Was all she could get out before both of them doubled over with the pain of the change. The red haze covered her vision again and she did the only thing her instincts told her.
The next morning she felt a large gentle hand on her cheek. She didn’t want to open her eyes; she didn’t want to see what she had done once again. She didn’t want to see the limbs of her victim or remember the taste of their blood.
“Hermione?” A calm and sad voice asked as the man realized she was waking. She looked up at the large scared Weasley and started to cry.
Bill pulled her into his lap and held her close. “You saved me.” He told her softly letting her cry into his shoulder. “He was going to kill me, and you changed and saved me.” He told her again and again as she let herself sink into the comfort of another human being.
“They’ll kill you anyway.” She finally whimpered as she looked up at the bars. “The wolf was… she was used to only one meal a night.” She shook her head knowing she had made no real change.
The only thing she had done the night before was to put a dear friend out of his misery. It was no longer Ron, and that thing was allowed to wear his face.
“You’re probably right.” He told her pulling back so he could look into her eyes. “But you’ve given me these…”
“Avada Kedavra.” The high voice of her owner sang leaving a second corpse in her cell. “You killed your mate.” Voldemort said as he stepped into view. “What are we going to do with you now?”
“What does it matter?” Hermione asked as she moved away from Bill’s cold form. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of breaking apart now.
“Maybe he wasn’t worthy of my Pride.” He answered not seeming at all upset about what she had done. He actually seemed a bit pleased. “Maybe we’ve been going about this all wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter how you go about it Voldemort, you won’t break me.” She said knowing she was already a broken thing, but at least she would never serve him.
“You will learn respect Pride.” He said sounding less amused than before. “I am your Lord.” He explained before the pain of the change overtook her body once again.
But it wasn’t the change, it wasn’t the right time, it was lasting too long. She screamed as the pain only compounded, becoming worse than she could ever imagine experiencing. She didn’t know how long it lasted but when it was gone it was like the stone floor was the most comfortable place in the world.
“They never warn you.” The Dark Lord was much closer to her now. He crouched down next to her. “In all their warnings about how much pain the Cruciatus curse inflicts, they never warn you about how good it feels when it’s over.”
She blinked up at the alien face and shook her head. “Go away.” She told him, turning her face so she no longer had to look at the man who had ruined her world.
When the pain returned she wasn’t really surprised. He was trying to teach her respect after all and his main tool to teach anything was pain. When the pain stopped and the pleasure of its absence settled over again she realized she was grasping on to someone’s robes.
She released them as quickly as she could and tried to move away from him.
Lord Voldemort chuckled running his delicate spider like fingers over the side of her face. “You know I’ve had people because addicted to that curse, begging me to curse them during more intimate moments.”
“Merlin I don’t want to think about your twisted sex life.” She said jerking away from his touch. Maybe she could get him to curse her to insanity or even kill her. She wouldn’t have to think about this world any longer if she were insane.
“No?” He asked in such a way that made Hermione regret her words. He sounded as if he had some kind of an idea, and a Dark Lord with an idea was never a good thing.
He took her wrist firmly into his hand and ran his wand down her arm as he cast a silent spell. When he released her, he stood. She felt no different, but that only worried her more.
“Things will be changing for you now my pet. My beautiful Pride, we will try something new.” He said before leaving her once again alone in the cell.
Only once she was sure he was gone did she let herself truly cry. Every time she thought she had lost all hope, Voldemort came and showed her that he could crush just a little more. The only hope she had left was that she would die before turning into what Ronald had become.
The thought of her old friend made her remember she was sitting in a small cell with his dead body. Had Voldemort wanted her to kill him? Had it been a plan so she could know that she killed both of her best friends?
Hermione jumped when she heard the bars moved. She hadn't expected any visitors so soon after the full moon. She looked up again to see the sour face of Draco looking down at her.
Before she had time to make any smug remarks he dumped what felt like an ocean's worth of cold water over her.
“You stink Granger.” He told her before hitting her with a barrage of soap spells. “You probably have fleas in that mane of yours.” He added before dumping more water on her. He kept this up for some time, never giving her a chance to speak or ask what he was doing.
When she finally was about to get a word in she was at least clean of most of the layers of dirt she’d collected over the months. Her hair still needed some work but she was long past caring about such things.
“Are you trying to kill me?” She growled ready to pounce on the bastard.
“Mother would die before letting something as dirty as you were into any of her baths.” He said looking down his pointed nose at her.
It was all she could take after being so powerless to hurt those who truly deserved it for so long. She sprang at him, pushing him to the ground and taking his head in both her hands before slamming the stunned wizard’s head against the stone floor. She didn’t really think about how similar this attack was to what Ron had done to her, all she could think of was wanting guilty blood on her hands for once.
She was so focused on her rage that she missed the cell opening as the second taller Malfoy stepped up behind her.
“Crucio!” He growled and the wave of pain flowed over her; it wasn’t nearly as bad as the one she’d gotten an hour or so before, but it was bad enough to stop her from doing any more damage to his son.
She didn’t really know what was going on in the world around her, but suddenly the pain was replaced by a dreamless black sleep.
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