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The Prisoner	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 63351 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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The Prisoner
Victory
His hands still behind his head, Tom sat seemingly leisurely on his bed as if frozen in time after the door closed behind Hermione. Inside, however, his mind raced.
Had he made a mistake?
That was impossible. Lord Voldemort didn't make mistakes. Ever.
Yet, it took all his considerable self control, control he had in spades naturally, for him to stay seated. He wanted to stand up, kick furniture, and ruin the room and whatever items lay around to undo this turmoil racing inside him; but if he did and one of those idiots did decide to come back and check on him, that would be too telling. So instead he sat there, stockstill, seething, waiting for that moment when he could unleash everything. Everything he ever wanted. He so wished he could right now, this very moment. He needed to.
It wouldn't be much longer now.
Not. Much. Longer.
He moved to the edge of the bed, his body tense. His teeth pressed together. His fist clenched.
Soon now. Real soon.
Why not right now?
He imagined hearing the ticking of a clock, time passing no more rapidly than before. Only now it was a hindrance, a bother. His time closer than ever before, yet feeling further away than ever. The wait was infuriating. Torture. Inhumane.
Those fools couldn't stop him. He knew that. It was only a matter of time before he would rise again, more powerful than ever before.
And she was here.
Her presence was instrumental to his plans, so he had to share his theory, knowing she would put two and two together. Of course he could've found another way to get her here, but he'd also been curious to see where her loyalties lie. His face contorted.
It was … slightly disappointing, even though he'd expected it. A lifetime of Gryffindor—Dumbledore—indoctrination wouldn't just disappear. Their relations had developed, but not as much yet as he'd wanted. Time was a factor, and he had no more of it. If he could've delayed this from happening, he would've in order to gain more leverage over Granger. Alas, that was not an option. Not even he, the greatest wizard of all time, could control an outburst of the magnitude to come and prevent it from showing to others.
Such a pity.
For them.
However, he wasn't as certain as he'd been before that she would be able to do it. He'd chosen her because of that ruthless side he'd seen, because of her power and intelligence. He'd seen something magnificent that day when she'd tried to kill him, and it had focused his attention on her, the witch he had never before even noticed, Potter's sidekick. Inconsequential. Learning she was so much more had changed his plans. For the better. Under his tutelage, she would become the greatest witch that ever lived. That was an inescapable outcome, a fact of life.
She was his.
Yet today, rather suddenly, he'd seen a side of her that was squeamish and undeniably unattractive. She had to do what he wanted. He wasn't going back into hiding. He'd make her see. Failure was not an option for Lord Voldemort. Temporary setbacks, yes, they occured, but never failure. In the end, he would always be victorious.
And there it was.
Finally.
Victory.
He felt it before the rumbling noise started. He rose to his feet, smiling, delighting in feeling that familiar electrifying tingle run through his body. Magic was here. So, so much magic. It was intoxicating. This would be such a rush.
He laughed, throwing his head back.
Swiftly, he made sure to have a grounded stance, legs slightly apart, arms spread wide, palms up to take in everything that came thundering in. Rush was an understatement. This was his magic and more. It was his and hers, and something else altogether, something that had accumulated for all those years. He was on top of the world.
Lord Voldemort had returned.
When he'd taken in all that magic, he closed his fists, pulled his arms against his chest, closed his eyes, and inhaled sharply, before thrusting his arms outwards and releasing everything he had to give. The blast was momentous, even for his standards. He stared at the destruction it caused, delighted in it, and ignored it went a bit farther than he'd anticipated and wanted.
Oh well, not his mess to clean.
The blast had taken the path of least resistance, blown away doors and the manmade, metallic walls of his cell while leaving most of Azkaban's solid rock intact. Above him patches of said rock hung threateningly above his head, being kept in place by the sheer force of his magical will. Smiling at this display of his newly-found power, he waved those remains to the side and stepped over the rubble of his cell's walls to move into what was left of the hallway. There he could truly see what he had done. He stared at the two contorted, flattened dead bodies, which to the unknown eye, would seem like paintings hung on the rock wall.
Had they seriously thought leaving behind two Aurors would be enough to stop him?
Yet the dead were just a minor testament of his abilities. At the end of the hallway, a gaping hole showed a pile of tiny metal fragments. It could only be the spiral staircase even though it were completely unidentifiable now.
Okay, it wasn't like he needed the staircase to get above ground, but it hadn't been what he'd aimed to do. He'd never before cast and not get exactly what he'd wanted. This was something that needed fixing as soon as possible. A test was in order.
He vanquished the remains of metal with a simple handwave. At least that went without a hitch. Of course, full control was only a matter of time. This power was something he could really get used to. Delicious. Lord Voldemort was never going to give this up. He stepped into the now empty space and stared up at the sky, enjoying the feel of fresh air on his skin for the first time in five years before pushing off the ground, smashing into the wall and crashing back to the floor.
So much for full control.
Clearly, he needed a bit less power on the offset.
He brushed off his clothes and flew away, this time with enough magical restraint to go where he needed and ignoring the occasional wavering his body experienced in flight. It was, after all, not enough of an issue to be worthy of his attention.
Now had come the time to show everyone who'd opposed him the errors of their ways.
The door at the top of the vanished staircase was gone, too, so he got a straight view into Azkaban's central entrance hall. The blast had caused quite a bit of damage there, both to the furniture and people present. The loss of glass in the windows caused the icy wind to have free rein. The windows' sturdy bars had buckled and twisted in all sorts of random directions. Beyond the windows he could see the foam of the waves. It was a volatile day in every sense of the word.
As his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, he took pleasure in watching the destruction. Patches of wood, probably from the door and counter, lay all around the area as if they'd gone through a woodchipper. Several people were lying on the floor, injured severely. He could identify Warden Walden as one of them. He was bleeding all over the rockface floor. Some of the other injured people had quite big chunks of wood sticking out of their respective bodies or seemed to have been more directly hit by his magic blasting through, causing contusion wounds due to the pressure. Blood was splattered everywhere. While some people tried to help the injured, the rest of those still standing had their wands pointed at him.
Hilarious. What did they think they could possibly do?
This was going to be fun.
'Stop right there, Riddle! You're surrounded,' Ron said.
'Am I now, Weaselbee?' he taunted, snapping his fingers. All the metal bands around the Aurors' upper arms lit up. 'Kneel!'
Katie looked sideways in shock as all the Aurors still standing suddenly crashed to the floor, unable to move. 'Ron? What the hell?' Katie flashed her wand at Ron's Shield Charm Enhancer, but nothing happened. 'Shit. Boot, go left!'
Tom took a step forward. 'Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to mention the best and most delightful feature of those protective Shield Charm Enhancer bands? That is just so sloppy of me, wouldn't you agree? Well, I did warn you that they enhanced someone's protection. Too bad you didn't realise that someone is me.' He patted Ron on the head.
'What did you do to them?' Katie snapped.
'Or maybe it's sloppy of you for not investigating the safety enough? Especially after being warned.'
'What did you do to them?' Katie repeated through gritted teeth.
'Oh, nothing actually. Alas they're quite fine, just a bit statuesque,' he said, snorting. 'I can't say the same thing about you though.' He whisked his hand; the dash of green struck Katie straight in the chest, causing her to look down in shock. 'Damn, Hermione,' Tom muttered upon seeing the lack of effect his Killing Curse had on Katie McGregor.
Several cast spells flew his way, but the simple holding up of his palm easily extinguished them, and then, he knocked out those insolent Unspeakables with a single handwave. Katie's eyes flickered around, nervously taking in the fact that she was the only one left standing. Those who were taking care of the injured people had ducked down, trying to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Katie's hand didn't waver as she aimed her wand at Riddle.
'Aren't you lucky today?' Tom snarled, 'Here I had hoped your conflict would've stopped her from caring about you.'
Katie furrowed her brow. 'Got marital problems, Riddle?' she taunted before quickly slashing her wand.
Tom barely got out of the way of her Avada Kedavra on time. Infuriated, he cast, 'Expelliarmus! Somnus!'
With a thud, Katie's body hit the floor, while Tom caught her wand in his hand. Breathing heavily, Tom stood there quietly for a while before retaining his composure, and the shock of nearly getting killed was replaced with the triumph of having taking down all his enemies.
Smiling, he took in the complete lack of resistance left. Luckily for them, he was a merciful lord.
'Those of you assisting the injured can continue to do so if you stay out of my way. Try something foolish and well … I don't believe I have to explain what will happen to you and your loved ones then.'
Twirling Katie's wand around, he slid back to Ron, who was still stuck on the floor but staring at him with hate-filled eyes.
'You're not going to get away with this, Riddle.'
'I already am. I do wonder ..' he pondered, amusement flickering through his eyes. 'After all you did to her, would she still care enough to protect you? What do you think?' he asked, pointing his wand at Ron.
Ron swallowed.
'Don't want to find out, do you? Can't say I blame you,' Tom said, laughing. 'But you're in luck. I smell ferret sweat somewhere around here, and I do despise those cowardly traitors even more than you. Care to tell me where they are?'
Ron stayed silent.
'No? Disappointing. You know I'm going to find them. I could forget all about you right now if you inform me of their whereabouts. This doesn't have to become unpleasant, Ronald. We both know you have very little love for them, too.'
'I don't think you can hurt me, Riddle, and you know it, otherwise you'd have done it already,' Ron snapped. 'So don't bother with this charade. I know how you manipulate people.'
'Oh, you do, do you? Fascinating,' Tom said, looking around. 'You're probably right. However, there are an awful lot of unconscious and bleeding people here, and I doubt Hermione knows them all. So how safe do you think your friends and colleagues really are?' He squatted down, staring straight into Ron's eyes. 'Care to watch me … "take care" of them? There must be one person here I can hurt, don't you think?'
'I know where they are!' a wounded Doris, sitting against the wall with her hands pressed to her belly, shouted.
Tom smirked, winking at Ron, 'You should've known by now that there is always one clever enough to choose to stay alive.'
'No, don't!' Ron shouted. 'It won't save you.'
'Au contraire, Lord Voldemort always shows mercy to those who serve him,' Tom said, rising to his feet and walking to Doris. 'Now what do we have here?'
He knelt down in front of her, blocking the other's view. Doris was a fine mess. She seemed to have taken the brunt of the wood counter exploding. Tiny wounds were visible all over her face, arms and hands, but the most problematic was a metal bar sticking out of her belly. She had her hands pressed around it, magically trying to stop the bleeding with limited success.
'They are in the staff lounge,' Doris said. 'It's at the end of that corridor on your left. Only one exit, this way.'
'Good work delaying their departure,' Tom whispered, slowly moving his wand over her body. 'Hermione?'
'In the warden's office, end of the same corridor on your right,' Doris whispered.
Tom shook his head. 'You should've taken cover.'
'Couldn't risk them noticing.'
'Okay, act normal. You were just saving yourself and others. They can't know you support me, so putting you under for the healing process might generate suspicion.'
Upon Doris silent acknowledgement, Tom continued in a louder voice, 'Those are some substantial wounds, but nothing Lord Voldemort can't heal, and you just served me well. It will hurt though. You'd better brace yourself.'
As he roughly yanked out the bar, Doris's screams filled the hall. Swiftly, a bright purplish light surrounded her body, slowly healing her from the inside out. In the end, it didn't matter he hadn't put her under, because the pain caused her to pass out. Calmly, he rose to his feet and strolled into the corridor, twirling his wand around in malicious anticipation. He was about to have some long-earned, serious fun.
Calmly, he opened the door to the staff's lounge and stepped inside, his dark eyes scanning the lockers, tables, chairs, and cabinets. Two coffee mugs stood on one table, steam still emanating from them. It was utterly quiet. His lip quirked, looking at the broken glass of the tiny window. Did they really think he would fall for that? They should know better than trying to hide from Lord Voldemort. He swooshed his wand above his head, vanquishing the cabinets' and lockers' doors. The smile disappeared from his face when he only saw Lucius, hiding under the sink. Where was that treacherous, lying wife of his? He whirled towards the tiny window, noticing the bloodstains on the edges of the glass as if someone had pushed themselves past it. He was amazed that had even worked. She probably had needed help from Lucius to get through.
Quickly, he cast, 'Homenum Revelio!'
Nobody appeared to be outside. He was about to turn around when beneath him Lucius spoke.
'You're too late. She's not here anymore.'
Tom looked down in disdain at the ruffled man still 'hiding' inside the cabinet. 'It doesn't matter. Actually, I prefer it this way. I'll have more time to … converse with her elsewhere than I would've had here.'
'You'll never find her.'
Tom snorted. 'At least try to believe that yourself before attempting to fool me. Take some lessons from your wife in lying.'
He started turning away when Lucius suddenly dove at his legs. Surprised, Tom almost fell over, having to steady himself on a nearby table. He flicked his wand at Lucius. Malfoy's screams filled the room. Angry at himself, Tom put all his might into his casting.
He'd almost let a blasted Malfoy take him down.
Lucius thrashed violently.
He'd almost been made to look a fool by a Malfoy again.
Lucius convulsed, foam appearing on his lips.
A measly Malfoy had tried attacking him!
Lucius turned blue in the face, his eyes began bleeding.
Nobody attacked Lord Voldemort and not pay the inevitable price.
Lucius's whole body rose from the floor, contorting in ways unimaginable. The noise of muscles tearing and bones breaking was ever so present as Lucius got ripped apart, limb for limb. The sounds of his screams stopped abruptly when his head snapped off his torso. It hit the floor with a thump, rolling away until it hit the paw of the nearest table, his facial expression forever fixed in one of absolute terror.
Still furious, Tom looked at the dismembered body on the ground. That had gone too fast to his liking. Lucius should've suffered more. He really needed to obtain precise control of this new magic fast. This wouldn't do.
Tom swirled around, stalking out of the room, not noticing the door's position was slightly different than before. All he cared about was seeing Hermione.
Hermione's eyebrows flew up when he kicked open the door. She was sitting on the warden's couch, her arms folded around her legs. A pair of handcuffs lay demolished on the floor.
'You're in a mood,' she commented dryly.
He growled, pacing back and forth, slamming the door shut as he passed it again.
'I thought you'd be more …' she paused before choosing, 'pleased?'
He stopped abruptly, turning that dark, tumultuous gaze on her. 'You betrayed me.'
'Which you knew and clearly counted on.'
'Still …'
'What do you want? An apology? Some grovelling? Wouldn't change a damn thing about what happened now, would it?'
'You're not even the tiniest bit sorry.'
Hermione tilted her head backwards, letting out a long sigh. She shook her head before fixing her gaze back on Tom. 'What do you want me to say?'
He just stared at her.
'You don't know, do you?'
'How can I trust you now?'
'How can I you?'
'Don't turn this around.'
'I'm not. I'm not the cold-blooded, sadistic, serial killer in this room.'
'You know full well I would never harm you.'
Hermione's jaw twisted. She looked away, staring at the wall, swallowing.
'Hermione?'
She didn't react. He walked towards her, sitting down next to her legs. She was still looking away from him. He reached for her, but halfway he lowered his arm back in his lap.
'I promise you that I will never cause you any harm.'
She turned to meet his eyes. There was a sadness in hers he'd never witnessed before.
'I do believe that you believe that, but we probably have different definitions of what constitutes as harm.'
'What do you want?'
She stayed silent.
'You don't know either.'
'I know what I want, but I also know I can't have it,' Hermione said, giving him a serious look.
'You already do,' Tom said, smirking triumphantly.
She slapped his shoulder. 'Arrogant arse.'
'See? I knew you loved me. You did marry me after all.'
'Don't remind me,' Hermione grumbled, disgruntled.
He reached into her hair, playing with her curls. 'You can't say you don't looooove this power. It's intoxicating.'
'It's okay.'
'Okay?'
She shrugged carelessly as if it were nothing.
'Now you're just trying to piss me off.'
'Am I succeeding?' Hermione teased, winking at him.
He tightened his grip, leaned in, and kissed her roughly. She returned his kiss with equal vigour. It was a hungry kiss, desperate and all-consuming. He never wanted it to end, but he knew it must. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against her, closing his eyes.
'You are mine, Hermione.'
'I know,' she said with a choke.
'It is time.'
'I love you,' she said before plunging the letter opener into his neck.
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