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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The boy was looking shellshocked.� Lord
Voldemort lounged in his throne and observed his nervous shaking.�
A cursory inspection had showed
that Draco really had had no concrete idea of what took place at the
revels.�

The blood had bothered him.� The screaming.�
Lucius,
standing some distance from him, looked put out.�
He had offered Travers, Malfoy
senior and Rodolphus first pick � and the large
selection was quite fetching � but Lucius had glanced
at Draco and respectfully bowed out with a pitiful excuse.�

He did not want his boy to see his darkest side, apparently.�

Lord Voldemort had considered forcing the man to perform, but
decided that this was not exactly in the spirit of �rewarding him� for
retrieving Hermione during the incident in the forbidden forest.� Instead he called him up and invited him to
set any muggle of his choice aside for later.. to enjoy in private.�

This was accepted without hesitation.�
Although Lucius preferred witches or wizards,
he would content himself with an attractive, disposable, muggle when offered no
more appealing alternative.�� Victims
from the magical community were few and far between, whereas muggles were plentiful and easily obtained.� Those among the death eaters who were
disgusted with the thought of touching muggles, soon
found a means of reconciling their prejudice on some level or rationalising
their behaviour to themselves, rather than miss out at a revel.
Lucius
was presently watching Rodolphus and Rabastan playing with a muggle together, as was their general
preference, and was feeling resentful toward Draco for spoiling his
evening.�
Travers seemed to be pursuing a
more emotional release rather than sexual.�
He had selected a boy and was peeling him, layer by layer with a spell
normally used to shave ice.� The blood
was flowing in thick streams.� The boy
would not last much longer without medical attention.�

As if on cue Travers partially healed him and started in with burning
hexes.�
The boy was still able to scream and each time he did, stopping only to gasp
ragged breath and scream some more, Draco flinched and swallowed
uncomfortably.��
Lord Voldemort turned his attention
back to Rodolphus and Rabastan.�� Rodolphus had
selected the muggle and then invited his brother to join him.� It did not surprise the Dark Lord that the
girl he had selected was young.� Very young.� And she
had long curly hair.�

It was lighter than Hermione�s, and perhaps one could argue that he simply
preferred curly haired women � Bella after all, had such an appearance, but this
was not the case.� Rodolphus
thoughts were circling around Hermione.�

He had taunted the girl until she was approaching a terrified frenzy and only
then had he diffindo�d her clothing.� She had tried to cover her body and had been
slapped for it.�

It was a comparatively gentle..playful.. blow but she had sobbed and cringed .�
Standing behind her and holding her
wrists out to the side, whispering something in her ear, Rodolphus
had bared her to the others, who were watching impatiently � they would not be
allowed to take their own choices until the favoured few had finished.�

The girl had clenched her eyes closed and sobbed and had received a stinging
hex for it.� She was not allowed to close
her eyes.�
Objectively seen, her body was not
at all like Hermione�s he thought to himself.�
Hermione was slender and long thighed but her
breasts were a pleasant handful and her ass was nicely rounded.�

This girl was nearly anorexically thin and could not
have been more than thirteen or fourteen.�
Still.. it was close
enough, he supposed.� He would have to
watch Rodolphus.��
The man in question had forced the
girl to her knees and was stroking her head.�
No doubt the room missed it but he had been able to hear through his
thoughts his warning to the girl �

�if you bite me.. I will heal it immediately and then
I will knock ever last one of your teeth out.. and you will still
swallow my cock.��

The girl was terrified and had no idea what to do, but obeyed readily, choking
and sobbing.��
The atmosphere in the room had
sharpened with the beginning of play and the sharp scent of blood.�� At that
point Draco had still been excited, aroused.. he too had seen Hermione in the girl.�

When Rodolphus had raped her, Draco had been envious,
and when Rabastan joined them � taking, as his
brother usually offered, her ass � that envy had escalated.� He had wanted the muggle girl too..

But when the brothers had started dissecting the girl mid-fuck and the cheers
from the other death eaters had drowned out her high pitched agonised screams, Draco
had turned an unflattering shade of green and lowered his eyes.� He did not watch any more of the antics
taking place centre ring.�
Perhaps the boy was simply
squeamish about blood.�
He summoned him gently and Draco
jumped and looked around guiltily, moving surreptitiously to his side and
kneeling.�
�You are not enjoying yourself� he
observed, not looking at him, but instead listening to Rodolphus�
mind snarling hate interspersed with the word �mudblood�.�
Draco didn�t respond � which, he
considered objectively, was wiser than lying.��

The Dark Lord surveyed the muggles arrayed around the
ring on their knees.� There were sixty,
mostly teen-aged girls and boys with a few adults and children thrown in for
those with preferences.��

His eye stopped on a pretty strawberry blonde girl in her early twenties.� She wore the glazed stare of the others but
had large grey eyes and a curvy body.�

He overwhelmed and supplanted the imperius already
upon her and summoned her.� The girl
walked zombie-like around the edge of the circle to where he and Draco
watched.�
Draco was hoping that the girl
wasn�t for him.�� He wanted something
more like the girl Rodolphus was working on.� His eye flicked to an older muggle � late
twenties � with brown,shoulder
length curly hair.� It would be a small
matter to lengthen her hair.��
Well.. he would be disappointed.�
He was not going to have a muggle he might fantasise into Hermione�s
form.�� This muggle would do.�
�Draco.� Come closer.� He instructed softly.�
The expression in the boy�s eyes
shifted lightning fast into blind fear. �Please, my Lord!� Please.. I�m
grateful to be here.� Please let me
stay!!��

His mind was in panic.� Severus.� Somehow Draco knew that the man had been a
past sexual partner and now feared he was to be forced to serve in the same
way.� Lord Voldemort wondered vaguely
whether Lucius or Severus were responsible for this
knowledge.�
It mattered little.�
�Draco..�
he repeated with a vague hint of threat.�
The boy grimaced and inched closer.� The girl too approached and got down onto her
knees before him, a placid empty expression on her face.�

He smiled thinly, glanced up at Rodolphus who was
drenched in blood and rather preoccupied.�
Lucius,across the
circle was watching him however and looked violently alarmed at Draco�s current
position.��

In response, he stood and informed the room that they could begin.� The procedure was known to all present and he
did not need to remain to referee disputes.�

Lucius immediately tried to push through the swarming
black cloaked bodies to get around the circle to him.�
He would be too late.�
Leaning down he gripped both Draco
and the girl by the back of the neck and apparated on the spot.�
He stood
smoothly, having begun the motion before the shift.� The room they appeared in was not his
own.� Simply a guest
suite.�
While Draco internally screamed and
panicked, Lord Voldemort dedicated a few minutes to securing the room to his
own required standards.�

Neither of the kneeling blondes had moved. �

Draco looked as if he were about to be ill.�
Lord Voldemort snorted in vague
amusement.�

�I have warned you before about flattering yourself so, Draco.� I did not bring you here to take you into my
bed.��
The terror flaring around the boy
like flames only abated partially but the silvery eyes risked a glance up at
him. �I wasn�t..� he trailed off, obviously thinking
better of his lie.�

A good decision, Voldemort noted, his lips thinning slightly, and turned his
attention to the girl.��

She was not unattractive.� No offering in that room had been physically
unappealing.� Their selection was made
with care for aesthetic appeal.� This
girl was one he might himself have selected, had she been virginal and of
magical stock.�

She was neither.�� She had the ripe look
about her of a young girl aware of the power she held over young boys around
her.� Sexuality awakened.� She would suffice.�
He nudged her mind and she crawled
over to him amiably, kneeling at his feet and looking up at him with vacant
eyed adoration.�
�I realise, Draco-,� he said
softly, allowing his fingertips to thread through the girl�s strawberry blonde
silky hair, �-that the girl would not have been your first choice.� Can you conceive of a reason why I might have
denied you your choice, despite how you have pleased me today?��
The blonde boy frowned in a
slightly petulant manner.�

�Yes.� He mumbled but did not elaborate.�
�Yes.� Voldemort agreed with
him.� �Hermione Granger is not for you.. and is certainly not below you
in my favour.� While I may have...tolerated.. Rodolphus� desire to express his frustration upon an
approximate lookalike.. there
is far greater justification for his ire than for your own...I will not allow you to harbour the delusion
that you might ever lay finger upon what
is mine, Draco.��
The blonde gasped and looked up
into the stern crimson gaze, horrified and gaping.� �Yours?! But.. she�s
..she�s a mudblood!!..
Filthy! disgusting!�
I wouldn�t want-��
He interrupted him, rolling his
eyes. �Draco.. I have obliviated
you of certain memories recently.� The
situation at Hogwarts rendered it necessary.�
Although you do not remember having done so, you have in the past already attempted to force the girl.. and
been severely punished for it, I might add.�
I am quite aware of your attraction toward her, even if you are
not.��
This information seemed almost to
overload the young wizard�s mind for a moment.�

�I..with Granger?!..
why?!� That�s..�� wait.� Can we go back
to the part where she�s yours?!� What does that MEAN?!..��
Losing patience he snapped at him
�It means what you imagine it to mean, boy.�
The girl is in every sense mine!.. She is the most powerful witch
of the age and is mine.� Her lineage is of no interest to me in light
of her intellect and ability.��

Remembering himself, he drew his wand and flicked an extremely brief crucio at the insolent blond.�

�I will not justify my choices to you
boy.�
You need only comprehend that the girl will never be in your bed or.. in all likelihood, at the end of
your wand. �

As you currently believe you could not possibly desire her � it is not a difficult concept to accept, I
trust.��
The boy shook his head, pulling
himself back up onto his knees, pale and serious.�
�Excellent.�� He bit off tightly and released the imperio
on the muggle.�
The girl seemed to sway for a
moment, the soft blissful smile fading on her face, replaced with confusion and
then horrified fear.� She looked around
herself in a panic and then back up at him, her eyes widening and a scream
growing in her throat.�

�Silence� he hissed sharply and, astoundingly enough, it managed to prick her
into obedience.� Both her hands flew to
her mouth and she stifled herself, softly hyperventilating in fear.�

He gifted her with a small smirk of approval, shifting his eyes then to Draco
and raising his eyebrows suggestively.�
�You may begin� he informed him lightly.�
Now both blondes looked confused and frightened.�

He turned away, the smirk on his face widening and moved to the fireplace,
seating himself in one of the tall wingback chairs there.�
�My Lord?�
Draco asked uncertainly.�
He snorted and continued to watch
the flames.�

�Whatever you wish, Draco.� The room is
fully warded.� No other will disturb
you.� The girl is yours.� You may do with her what you will.��
The soft feminine cry of shocked
terror preceded thuds as the girl ran to the door and then bangs as she beat
upon it when it refused to open.�
�Er...
and you�re going to.. stay here.. while I..�

Draco�s voice was rich with dull, horrified fascination, as one who is
examining the full extent of an unpleasant situation, like a tongue probing
gently at the shattered remains of a tooth.�
�Yes.� He responded simply.� He was interested in seeing exactly what the
boy chose to do with the muggle.� He wanted
to be sure that Draco cursed her.. he
hoped the boy would kill her at the
conclusion of his amusement.� If the boy
refused..it would be disappointing..�

The sounds of the girl screaming for help at the warded and silenced door were
irritating.� They stopped a moment later
and he glanced around to see the girl silenced and pressed against the door,
held there by Draco�s body as he whispered something inaudibly at her.� Her face seemed to crumple and then she was
sobbing and trying to push him away ineffectually.��

A few seconds later, Draco pulled away and drew back, wand in hand.� The girl, on whatever level, realised that he
was holding some kind of weapon and started to plead with him silently, her
lips moving in a manner that was clearly begging.� ��Draco
sneered and then flicked off a blue curse at her.��
A minor hex, Voldemort
recognised.� It caused the gall to twist
and clench.� It was quite painful but
easily countered.�
The girl had collapsed immediately
to the floor and was holding herself and writhing in pain.�

Draco looked pleased.� Perhaps the
silence and absence of blood made it easier for him, Voldemort mused.�� He watched as Draco cursed the girl several
more times and took the opportunity to sample the thoughts passing through his
mind.� Disgust, frustration, rage,
satisfaction...� He was aroused at the
idea of free reign over another being but irritated because the offering was a
muggle � and therefore unfuckable according to the
principles his father had instilled in him.��
It was preventing him from truly enjoying himself.�
Voldemort considered this.� He could perhaps force Draco to fuck the
creature.. but it would be
counter-productive.� The boy�s ideals
were convenient.� They prevented him from
considering Hermione a suitable witch.�

He could understand them of course.� He
himself would not fuck a muggle.� They were livestock and he, unlike many of
his servants obviously, had no inclination to practice bestiality.

Besides.. if he gave the boy
a witch to fuck after this, he might enjoy
a soothing bath later this night.� He
refused to bathe in muggle blood.
�Cruciate
her� he instructed coolly.�
Draco, who had been quite immersed
in his cursing looked up with hazy eyes and wide dilated pupils.� �Huh..� he mumbled
absently.�� Voldemort narrowed his eyes
at him.��

The boy shook his head slightly and seemed to return to himself enough to
realise his order.� He turned back to the
sobbing panting mess on the floor and raised his wand, pressing his lips
together in determination.� He had
obviously cast the curse before.�

Delving slightly he watched a memory of the boy cursing house elves while his
father critiqued his performance.�

Draco carried out the curse on the girl more than adequately..
although.. perhaps not as effectively as the mudblood had.� The writhing struggles of the silenced girl
were more desperate and mindless now.�
She clenched and overstretched in the oh so
familiar patterns of agony.�
�Good..�
he commended softly.�
Draco seemed to glow with pride as
he dropped the curse and looked up at him expectantly.�
�Show me your imperius�
he instructed him next.�
It was flawlessly carried out but a
slightly shadow of fear crept onto the boy�s face as he made the girl dance
from one end of the room to the other.�
He obviously knew what was coming up next and did not wish to
demonstrate the final unforgiveable.�
�Come here Draco� he spoke
softly.�
After a moment�s hesitation he was
obeyed and the boy lowered himself to kneel beside the chair.�
�Have you ever successfully used
the killing curse?� he enquired, as neutral an expression on his face as he
could manage.�

After a moment there was a barely audible �No, my Lord.� I..was..unable to cast
it.�

The blonde looked embarrassed.� Voldemort
reflected on this.� Most witches and
wizards were unable to cast the curse. It was magically very draining and
required an intense focus and will.� If
the wizard was not absolutely certain in his purpose, it would not succeed.�

He nodded at Draco thoughtfully.� �If you
are able to use the curse on the muggle-�� Draco seemed to flinch and lowered his
eyes.� Voldemort continued unconcerned
�-Then I shall give you a witch for
the night of your very own.� This would
be an honour Draco.� There are comparatively few witches and
wizards in the dungeon stores, relative to muggles.. and I am certain that many of my
death eaters would prefer one of them.�
...Furthermore.. I shall give you an attractive witch..
��

he paused for a moment and added, on general principle� �or
wizard, if you prefer.��
Draco looked up at him with a
surprised, mortified expression and half shook his head.
He smirked at him as he
continued.� �And all you must do to
receive this gift is remove this revolting muggle
creature from the world � something which you say you wish to do.��
The boy�s expression was torn.� �If I ..fail?..� he
asked quietly.�
Voldemort sighed and let his head
rest back on the high back of the chair.�
He could hardly punish the boy for something that most wizards failed at,
when he was rewarding him tonight.�

�If you fail Draco.. you will
return to the great hall.� You may watch others enjoy themselves, but you
will not have another chance to sate yourself tonight
with a partner of your rather elevated preferences.��

He summoned a house elf and ordered it to bring one of the witches set aside in
the magical stocks.� The little creature
popped away and returned shortly gripping a brunette in a wrinkled and ripped
Hogwarts uniform which displayed her as a Hufflepuff.� He watched with delight as Draco�s eyes
nearly popped out of his head.�
�That�s..that�s..
Amelia..something.. isn�t
it?!� She�s a seventh year.� How did she end up here?!..�� Draco continued to look the girl over with
interest.�
Joining him in his appraisal, he
considered that the girl was a decent specimen.�
At least physically.� Mentally
she was as thick as two short planks.� As
he recalled she was a half blood.� She�d
been in knockturn alley when one of his death eaters
had noticed her.� Apparently the little
twit had failed to cast contraceptive charms before involving herself with some
boy and, due to her own ineptitude in casting the associated charm to test for
pregnancy, had become erroneously convinced that she was pregnant � which
brought her to a rather seedy potions shop during school hours to look for an
abortive potion.�

Her family were staunch supporters of Dumbledore, which thankfully, the young death eater Palver,
who had seen her, had known.� Her loss
would be no great sacrifice to the wizarding world.�
�Cast the curse, Draco, and she is
yours.� However you wish to enjoy
her.��
The girl in question, who had been
shaking and terrified at suddenly finding herself in a room with Lord Voldemort himself, seemed to
recognise Draco suddenly and, finding some hidden store of entirely un-hufflepuffesque courage bit out� �Draco Malfoy, you little worm!� Should have guessed you�d be a death eater.� You
wait!� One day you�re going to get the
kiss for this!��
Draco�s mien darkened sharply and
he snarled back, sneering.� �Shut your
hole if you know what�s good for you Winthrop!...� I�m going to fuck the shit out of you when
I�m done with the other cunt and if you�re really lucky..
maybe I�ll hold off on cursing you till
afterward.��
The hufflepuff�s
mouth snapped shut and fear overtook anger again as she wasn�t sure whether that was really going to happen in her
immediate future.�
Draco turned back to Voldemort and
the sharp determination that was now in the silvery gaze was most
pleasing.�

�You know the spell, Draco� he prompted him and looked over to the strawberry
blond standing in her placid imperioed cloud.�
Draco dropped both the silencing
spell and the imperio and the girl dropped like a rock, screeching in
pain.�

This seemed to affect the hufflepuff
dramatically.� The girl sprang back and retreated to the wall,
her eyes flicking between the three others in the room as if unsure where to
look.� They kept being dragged back to
the screaming girl.�
Draco approached the muggle slowly,
his wand in hand.�
He seemed to be forcibly calming and centering
himself.� Then he raised his wand and
with a harsh and final tone cried out the curse.� � AVADA KEDAVRA!��

It was almost comical.� The green flash
spat from the end of his wand and struck the muggle, tossing her back on the
floor with empty eyes.� Draco himself
took a half step back and raised his wand, looking at it with bemused
excitement, as if he�d never seen it before.�
When he turned he was obviously jubilant and trying desperately to hide
it.�

Voldemort imagined the boy would love to go and tell his father now that he had
finally successfully cast the killing curse.�
He gifted him with a thin approving smile.�

Draco�s own smile widened and he nodded his head in acknowledgement.�
�Excellent, my
servant.� A most
gratifying conclusion to this day.�
The witch is yours.� Enjoy
her.� I shall return later.��
There was a dismayed and despairing
cry from the hufflepuff.� Draco looked thoroughly delighted and turned
a cruel smirk of anticipation on her.�
Satisfied with this, Voldemort rose
from the chair and disapparated without further
comment.�� He was looking forward to
returning later in the night and seeing just what Draco Malfoy might like to do
to a witch he had entirely in his
power.

�Don�t come near me!�
Draco smirked.� �Winthrop.. or maybe
I�ll call you Amelia since we�re
about to be much better acquainted.. You�re making a great case that all hufflepuffs are brainless bits of fluff - don�t you know where you are?!� The Dark Lord gave you to me. You heard him yourself.� Of course I�m going to come near you.� I�m going to fuck you six ways from Sunday and
a few more besides.� You belong to me now.� If you�re really good..
and I mean really
good.. maybe you won�t die tonight.� But I wouldn�t bet on it.� I�m sure you�re not that good a shag.� Take off your
clothes.
The girl�s face, already tight with
fear, whitened still further.� She looked
close to tears
�Look.. I�m.. I�m really really sorry if I�ve done anything..to ..to be here.� I..don�t want
anything to do with..with.. you
know who or the other side.� I�m not involved.� Let me go.. I
won�t tell anyone that you just.. that
you.. the girl..�

Her eyes slid helplessly to the dead muggle on the floor

�I just want to go home!� she wailed pleadingly
Draco laughed and raised his wand

�Tell someone who cares Amelia.� You called me a worm!� Take off your uniform
or I�ll diffindo it off you. ��And get on your knees!�
The girl swallowed and slid down
the wall till she was curled on the floor in a ball, her arms wrapped around
her knees.
�Draco.. I..I didn�t mean what I said before..
about you.. I�ve always thought you were a bit...um...
dashing..
Please.. stop!� Please just.. just.. don�t�.�

Her face brightened with a sudden flash of what looked like hope

�I�m pregnant!!� Please!�
Draco, who had been stalking slowly
closer, a predatorial smirk on his face, stopped and
furrowed his brow in consternation.

She wasn�t at all!� The Dark Lord wouldn�t
give him a pregnant witch!�

Although it was a matter of honour not to harm a pureblooded
witch who was with child, Amelia Winthrop was a halfblood.� Nevertheless it was wasteful to kill a pregnant
witch, irrespective her blood status.� His
godfather had told him that when he was too young to understand what the man
meant.� He understood now though.� Even if the child was entirely unwanted by
the world, to kill it when the innocent blood might be utilised in potions,
when the sightless little eyes, the tiny heart, the
gonads might be harvested � was unforgivably wasteful.
Well.. if she was
pregnant.. and his Lord had intended her to be killed...

Was he supposed to rape and torture a pregnant witch?!� He wasn�t certain that he wanted to.�

Admittedly.. the fact that it
was so very wrong.. so forbidden..did kind of appeal, he thought
tentatively. It was forbidden beyond law, forbidden even in the pureblood
codes...
�You don�t look pregnant.� How far along
are you?!� he demanded sceptically.
�I don�t know..
a month?� the girl sputtered back.
�You don�t know?!� How
did you find out then?!�
She managed to convey that she had
used some spell he hadn�t heard of.� He
frowned more deeply.� This wasn�t
good.�

�Who is the father then?!� he demanded in irritation
�Castor Briny.� But.. but.. he doesn�t know!�
Draco�s expression darkened further.� Briny was a seventh year Gryffindor.� A pureblood.� As far as Draco was informed, he was
contracted to marry a Ravenclaw � Mary Mallows.� A rather horse-faced girl.�

No doubt Briny�s parents would be less than overjoyed to learn that their son
had impregnated another witch. �Although.. the Winthrop family were
tolerably well seen before Amelia�s father decided to take a muggle to his bed.� Perhaps..

Aargh.� He chastised himself soundly.� What was he thinking?!� The Winthrop slag probably wasn�t going to be
leaving this room.� Who
the kid belonged to was irrelevant.�
The only evidence he had of any pregnancy was what a terrified halfblood witch had told
him.�

His mouth however didn�t seem to be listening to his brain

�and.. you were going to
raise it alone then?!� Even with the
shame you�d bring to your, admittedly already quite shameful, family?� Or were you going to try to dissolve Briny�s
marriage contract?!�
The girl gasped and looked down
guiltily.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to
pinpoint just what her guilt was from.
�Answer the question!� he fairly
near yelled.
Amelia did start crying then

�N-no..� she mumbled.
�No WHAT?!��
�No.. I.. I wasn�t going to keep it.� She whispered.
Draco laughed out loud now.

�You want me to let you go.. because
you�re pregnant.. and
you want to kill it?!� Merlin�s wrinkled nutsack,
you�re even thicker than I thought!� Well
in light of the fact that you don�t
care that you�re carrying, Amelia, I
don�t care either.� Get your fucking kit
off now or I�ll start throwing curses.� I�ll
start with the cruciatus.� You don�t want
to know what it�s going to be like to fuck after you�ve been crucioed!�
The girl gave a little shriek and
buried her head in her arms again.
Draco..
who, now that he�d said it, was quite interested in seeing just what it was
like to fuck someone who�d been cruciated, cast the curse promptly and watched
with deep and abiding satisfaction as the hufflepuff
screeched and flailed, squirming across the floor trying to escape the
agony.�
When he dropped the curse and
repeated his order, Amelia Winthrop pulled shaking arms to her throat and
started to unfasten her robes as quickly as she could.� It wasn�t very quick, considering that she
couldn�t really grip the fastenings properly.�
He allowed her to struggle her way through it, flicking stinging curses
at her every now and then as a small hurry-up.��

Eventually Amelia was on her knees, mostly stable and entirely naked.�
She had a reasonable body, he
mused.� Why did it always seem that the dirty
blooded ones had the tastiest figures, the cutest faces?!� It was wrong!..

Centuries of breeding between the very best of wizarding families and you ended
up with pugface Parkinson, as he knew half the school
called her,� you
got Celestina Goyle, Gregs older sister � whose face could sour milk at fifty
paces.. Tabitha Prendergast bore blood from all twelve of the oldest families
and the result of her fine stock was seen in the arsenal of beauty spells she
erected to cover her large teeth, her absence of a chin, her flapping ears, flyaway
hair.. nonexistent
breasts..��

His mother�s family.. well.. they were quite attractive, the blacks, but not the most
stable of minds.�� Even the Malfoys � Draco knew for a fact that his father had once
had a sister who had been killed in childhood because she was deformed.�
And then you had Amelia Winthrop.. who was quite pretty, despite
the infection of muggle blood she carried.�
She was as thick as three short planks but that wasn�t the rule
either.� Katie Conolly
and Renata Frunk were in Ravenclaw and they were very
pretty. �A traitorous little corner of
his mind reminded him that Harry Potter had a mudblood mother..
although it denied vehemently that this memory cropping
up right now was because Potter was
in any way...pretty.� �

Of course there was Granger too...

...His Lord had said something about Granger.�
Said Draco himself had done
something.. and been obliviated of the memory.�
He�d tried to... to what?!� Rape her?!� Was that even possible with a mudblood?!� They were designed
to serve wizards.� It was their entire
purpose according to everything he�d been taught.�

He did grasp that Granger apparently belonged
to the Dark Lord � although he didn�t get why?!�
Why would the Dark Lord touch
a mudblood?! �Why would he teach her?!� He�d shown not only mercy earlier but
affection too.� It was insane! �

Draco was still trying to banish the information from his mind that his
godfather and the Dark Lord had, it seemed, fucked, at some point.��

To think of the scaly flat faced man with Granger,
now... That was.. that was
something else entirely.
Perversely, he felt himself harden
at the thought of frizzy, know-it-all, mudblood, Granger being raped and
tortured by the Dark Lord.
He let his eyes drift down the hufflepuff�s body, taking in the slender legs, the rounded
hips, narrow belly, heavy breasts.� Her body was not really like Granger�s, he
decided.� Not that he�d ever really
looked too closely at the mudblood�s figure.� Why would he?!�

And a halfblood was better than a mudblood
anyway.� A worthier
prize.� ��
�You know, Winthrop.. I�d do you the honour of allowing you to suck my cock.. but I think you�re just retarded
enough to imagine you could bite me and somehow escape, even though the room is
warded tighter than gringotts.� So on that note � on your feet!� Get your arse
over to the bed!� I�ve no intention of
bruising my knees on a flagstone floor just to drill your worthless halfblood hole.�
He watched as the information
filtered through the cotton wool that filled the brunette�s head till it
reached the three or four functioning braincells.� Amelia looked terrified, hurt and desperate
at once.
�Please.. please Draco.. Don�t-�
He turned his wand on her again,
using a hex that was a darker version of the incarcerous.� However it did not restrain the body, it
merely captured and bound the breasts, constricting them at their base and
forming tight fleshy balloons from the extremity.�

Amelia screeched as the painful spell tightened still further at Draco�s will.�
It was a spell that had immediately
captured his imagination when he�d read it but which he had never had any
opportunity to use.��

Another brief flick transfigured a rope extending from the girl�s bindings, which
he then summoned.�

Now it was very easy to tug her, wailing, to her feet and lead her across the
room to the large bed.� He noted with
satisfaction that her unnaturally balled breasts were already darkening with
blood, her nipples an angry red.� He sent
a stinging hex to one in the spirit of experimentation and the scream Amelia emitted
was high and urgent with pain.��
Pulling her up short at the foot of
the bed with a sharp tug on the rope elicited another shriek, and he moved
closer to her, till the soft silky fabric of his robe brushed the girl�s tight
purpling mounds.� She was shaking and crying
silently with gaspy breaths as he looked down on her with interest.�

He sneered.� He hadn�t even really
begun.� If she was this upset now, she�d
be destroyed when he really started
to experiment with some of the things he�d read.�
He captured her attention
expediently by sliding his fingers up her abdomen to the tight coils of rope
that he knew would permanently destroy the witch�s breasts if he left them on
all night � and he had every intention
of doing so, purely in order to
destroy her breasts, which had been far too pretty for such a filthy
creature.�

To think that she had soiled another pureblood line by
seducing Castor Briny.� The
creature in her womb was an abomination!
He slid his fingertips over the rings
of rope.. one..two.. three..four..
and then over the hot tight flesh of her pained
breast.�
�You know..
if you�re unhappy with the pain you�re feeling in
these, I could cut them off..� he said, pretending to consider it.�

He was pretending because he�d
realised earlier, quite soon after the Lestrange
brothers went to work on the little muggle girl, that he didn�t really like the
sight of blood.� It made him feel
funny.� Sort of hot and
sick at the same time.� He wouldn�t
be cutting Amelia�s breasts off.�

Of course she couldn�t know that and from the way her sounds shut off abruptly,
and did not start up again even when
he gave her breast a hard squeeze, she really believed he would cut them off if
she showed she was unhappy with the pain they were in.�� He sneered and lowered his head, mauling her
nipple with his teeth.� He could see her
fighting not to scream in pain, biting her lips and turning red with the
effort.
�Very good.� You�re beginning to get it. �I think I might even reward you for being so
good.� Get on your hands and knees on the
bed.�
The girl hurried to obey, moving
with barely a whimper to kneel in the centre of the bed.� It was obvious what she was expecting.� Draco felt his lip turn up in disgust. �She was an easy slag.� It was in her posture as she lowered her
shoulders somewhat and raised her arse.�
It was in how far she�d parted her legs.�
Merlin only knew how often she�d assumed this position. �

He hated using things that others used.�

Who knew whether Brinys repulsive Gryffindor seed
still lined her passages.�
He glanced about the room and
summoned a few random objects, transfiguring them into what he decided he
needed in order to enjoy her without too
much underlying disgust or anxiety.��
When he was finished he had a tube, a large anal plug, a toilet brush
and a bucket.�

After some consideration he transfigured the toilet brush to a smaller size and
made the bristles somewhat softer.� He
didn�t want her to bleed.� If he had to
get her filthy blood on his cock, it would ruin the experience completely.
�I don�t want you to move.� If you move, I�ll punish you.� Understand?� he said distractedly, trying to
remember the citronella spell.� He did
not clean things often, beyond a simple scourgify.� He certainly didn�t clean floors, but the
spell seemed fitting.� She was a dirty
creature fit to be under the heel of his boot..much
like a floor.�

He stepped closer and cast a scourgify
first upon Amelia�s arse and then upon her vagina.� That being done he felt safe enough to insert
the absolute bare minimum of the tip of his wand into her rosette to cast a
much deeper scourgify.� The way the girl twitched and whimpered
suggested to him that it was an unpleasant feeling.� He wondered idly how painful the internal
application of citronella would be, while he scourgified the inside of her cunt
in the same manner.�� That being done he ordered
Amelia to place her forehead on the bedcovers.�

She did so at once, expecting that he was finished with the cleaning.
He reached for the hose he�d
transfigured and with little care, pressed it forcibly through the tight ring
of her sphincter.

Now she seemed to become unsettled
again.� She tried to get up and turn
around to see what he was doing.� He
ordered her back down and told her that if she moved again she�d regret
it.�

She returned her forehead to the covers and he could see her entire body shaking.
Pressing his wand to the end of the
clear hose, he raised it high and cast aquamenti.� The water gushed down the hose and into
Amelia.� He watched it flow through the
tube.� It was relaxing somehow.� He let it
run for a couple of minutes before he decided it was enough.� The brunette was making little whimpering
noises and squirming.�
�You�re going to hold it.� If you dirty
anything here, i�ll make you lap it up, so suck it
in, Amelia.�
He pulled the tube out carefully
and, to the girl�s credit, only the tiniest dribble ran out of her wrinkled
pink rosette.�

Reaching for the butt plug, he cast a waterproof lubricating charm, positioned
it at the entrance of her arse and then, without warning, rammed it home.�
It made a squelch sound that was
very nearly a slosh.�� Amelia squealed
again in pain but didn�t move.� Draco
could see that her hands were fisted in the bedcovers tightly.�
�It hurts.. please...stop.� Why are you doing this?! What did I ever do
to you?!�
Draco ignored the question and
responded simply ��You
deserve this and much more besides.� You�re
not only a filthy blooded waste of space, and a brainless one at that, but you�re
polluting another pureblood line too
now.� Although..
maybe.. if I fuck you hard
enough you�ll lose it.� I�m sure Briny
and his family would thank me.
He heard her crying and smiled as
he filled the bucket with cold water.�� He
had a feeling that she�d buck about and fight when he cast the citronella charm
on the liquid inside her.�� Provisionally
he cast a spell to immobilise her against independent movement.� Her sounds were more muffled now as even
breathing became an effort.�
When he inserted the modified
toilet brush into her snatch and began to scrub her with citronella water, she
managed to scream even under the charm.�
Her body twitched.� He interpreted
that to mean that the pain must be very great.�
Smirking he fucked her with the brush a bit harder before casting the
citronella charm on the liquid trapped inside her.�

At that she actually writhed, falling
down and bucking aimlessly.� It looked a
little like she was desperate to be fucked although he knew she was really only
desperate to get the painful douche out.��
When she started to plead mindlessly, scratching at the covers, he
decided it was enough and scourgified front and back again.

There was a pleasant lemony scent.� It
reminded him of the ballroom somehow.

He placed the scent � it was the way the ballroom smelled after the elves had
cleaned it in preparation for a ball.
He liked that.� She was a facility being made ready for
use.� An object.�
Reaching out he ran his hand over
her arse with the large heavy buttplug in it.�� He wanted to leave it in..
he wanted to stretch her wide.. break
her open.. but it would really defeat the
purpose.� She�d be wide and loose and he
hated that.� He yanked it out roughly and
scourgified it again unnecessarily, before tossing it to the side.�
Climbing up behind her panting
sobbing form, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt and, without
ceremony, slammed home.

Her scream was an encouragement.� He had
the feeling that he was making an impression on her.

It hurt.. it hurt almost more than the cruciatus when it was being
cast.� No.. that wasn�t quite right.. there was
hardly anything that compared to the searing pain of the cruciatus � it went
beyond everything.. but this was just as bad in a
different way.�

Everything ached..
god... the pain was different.� Slow..straining..miserable.. maddening.�

She had tried to just tolerate it.. she�d
thought.. if she could sleep � but she couldn�t sleep.� It was impossible.� And the pain was so bad now.� Everything hurt and partially petrified as
she was, she couldn�t even move her body and stretch or rub or try to relieve
the agony somehow.�

And he wasn�t here.� She was alone in the big bed in the near dark
and everyone else was away celebrating..

It wasn�t fair!!� Her idea to get Dolohov out of the ministry had worked and this was her
reward.�
She was feeling quite a lot of self
pity, snivelling messily in the candlelight because it hurt so much and nobody
cared.�� She couldn�t even wipe her tears
out of her eyes or blow her nose.� Soon
she�d have to call a house elf to blow it for her and the thought of that just made EVERYTHING worse.
There was a soft crack followed by
another a second later.�

She tried to lift her head enough to see who had come in but all she could see
was a blurry rainbow refraction of two figures through her tears.
A tsk
sound informed her who the first figure was � and although she had not really thought that anyone could apparate into his bedchambers without his knowledge, it was
still a relief to know that Tom was here and not some other death eater.

Bellatrix for instance.
�There, there, my dear� his
familiar voice soothed without much true sympathy.� A moment later her snot and tears were
scourgified away.� For that she was
relieved.��

On the other hand, now she could see that the other man behind him was Rodolphus.�

And he looked delighted at how completely miserable she was.
She managed with difficulty to
resist the temptation to order him to hop on one leg and cluck like a
chicken.�� Horrible
man.
�It hurts..�
she whined, knowing that there was absolutely no use in doing so � it wouldn�t
stop the pain and it wouldn�t win her any points with either man.� Nevertheless she couldn�t help it.� It did hurt
and she wanted it to stop.
�Yes. �The after effects of an extended application
of the Cruciatus can be rather tedious� Tom agreed, gliding closer. �Not that I
have ever experienced them.. but
I have observed others break their own bones.. tear
their flesh open..� And you have not yet
reached the itching stage.�
Hermione�s mouth formed an O of
horror.�

�But... there has to be a way to make it stop!�
There must be.. Can�t you just..stun me.. or something.. �� She tried not to sound so desperate.. but she really felt that way.�
Rodolphus
smirked.
�No, Hermione.� Tom said decisively� �The
sensations would wake you even if I were to sedate you with a potion and the
cruciatus is one of the spells I mentioned which reacts violently to Arbus�s transfer.�
You will endure it.� Severus and even Draco have done so on
countless occasions.� Now do stop
complaining.� Obviously we have taken
time out of a rather entertaining evening to visit you in your plight.�
She felt her bottom lip tremble as
she tried to ignore the intolerable ache all over.�

�Thank you, my Lord� she whispered.

He smiled, satisfied with her use of his honorific, and moved to seat himself
on the side of the bed beside her.� She
looked up at him unhappily as he brushed her curls to the side gently.

�I believe you have been on Rodolphus� mind all
evening� he said suddenly, incongruently.�

She had the feeling that she was missing some kind of nasty joke as Rodolphus smiled, flashing white teeth in a way that
reminded her of a wolf.� She didn�t know
how to respond and bit her lip uneasily.
Tom offered an abbreviated smile
and then added �We will not remain much longer.�
I merely wished to ensure you were progressing toler-�
She interrupted urgently �Please
don�t leave me alone!!� It�s worse when there�s no one here.�
The smooth flat face shifted
slightly and she recognised his expression of mild irritation.� She was being weak apparently.� He disliked
that.�

�Do not be so presumptuous.� I have other
things to attend to this evening� he snapped.

She felt her eyes fill again and blinked rapidly, trying to suppress the tears
before they could spill.
�I would be prepared to remain and
distract the girl my Lord�
Her eyes flew to the brown haired
soldier in dismay and then back to Tom, pleading.� �No, no.�
Not him.� I can�t move.� I can�t defend myself.� Don�t let him stay here!� she thought
desperately.
Tom chuckled, seemingly amused and
half turned, looking up at Rodolphus over his
shoulder.�

�I have no doubt of that, my servant.�
However it appears Hermione would prefer you did not..
and I am inclined to support her judgement on the matter.�
Rodolphus
frowned slightly.� �Well I can�t harm
her.� Whatever spell she used saw to
that.�� I had thought to tell her
stories.� She seemed to enjoy that the
last time we spoke.�
Hermione wavered momentarily.� She wanted to hear about the rest of his
initiation.

But then.. The older Lestrange
brother was not at all stupid.� He�d find
some way to do something nasty without violating the orders she�d given.. Would a silencing spell count as harm?� She wouldn�t be able to order him to do or
stop doing anything else then.� It would
be better if he didn�t stay.
Tom seemed undecided.� He looked up at Rodolphus
speculatively.�� The wizard in question
glanced at Hermione and tilted his head as if appraising her.
�I did agree to answer her questions when we last spoke..
as I recall.�
When he mentioned agreeing Hermione
could have almost groaned out loud.� She
had forgotten that she�d also made a promise.��

Well.. maybe she�d agreed to ask Tom whether she would
be allowed to tell Rodolphus what he wanted to know �
which seemed to be mostly why she had
betrayed her �friends� � but that didn�t mean she had to do it RIGHT NOW.� God.� She was already in agony � who
needed to add emotional turmoil, guilt and shame to that?!
It was true that she�d made the
decision to come here.. made
the decision to walk away from all of her friends and acquaintances � and at
the time she�d had no idea that Harry fancied her.. she
hadn�t known that Dumbledore was a psychopathic bastard. (She�d just thought
him to be a manipulative, odd, old
Wizard.) � She had simply been bored as all hell, tired of thanklessly working
hard for everyone else and ridiculously in love with the idea of Tom Riddle.
And ok.. with Lord Voldemort Too.. maybe
a little.� Although that was more..awe, than anything else.

She had felt guilty when she was thinking about leaving.� Ashamed with herself for her thoughts.. her insane desire for someone so
utterly and completely wrong.� �Someone who would probably as soon kill her as look at her.�� Terrified and overwhelmed by the magnitude
of what she was doing, she had nonetheless methodically gone about her
preparations to steal the sword.

She really didn�t want to rake all those emotions up again.�

That was a big factor in insisting that she wouldn�t tell Lestrange
anything without permission from Tom.��
The rest of what she refused to tell him had simply been common sense
and self preservation.� Rodolphus was intensely disturbed by the thought that his
master might be willing to touch someone as impure as she was.� It was better just to avoid him knowing that.
It seemed it was a bit too late for
that now though.� He was not flipping out
over her lying in Tom�s bed.. in
his chambers..� Tom had obviously spoken with him
already.�
She had promised.

She�d said she would ask Tom as soon as she could.. that she�d honestly try to persuade him to let her tell Rodolphus.
Damn.
Someone called his name.�

He groaned and turned his head away.�

�Harry � wake up!� �a familiar voice
demanded anxiously.� He turned away even
more although.. there was
something..familiar.. something
that said to his mind that he should wake up now.� Something was unexpected or wrong and it
needed to be investigated.�

But his head felt heavy and he had a feeling that he really didn�t want to wake
up right now.� At the moment he was in
the pleasant state of half awareness where the time, the day of the week and
the events of the previous night were all distant and
fuzzy.
�G�way� he
grumbled and tried to put his head under his pillow.��
�Harry!� You�ve been sleeping for hours!� You have to wake up now!� Please!� You�re worrying me!�
�Mione?� he mumbled, confused.

There was some reason why Hermione shouldn�t be in his room.� He tried to remember what it was.� The hazy dreamy feeling of being half asleep
wasn�t lifting, even though he was more awake now.� He had the feeling that the thought was just
on the tip of his tongue, metaphorically speaking.�
�I�m awake� he said more clearly
into his pillow before turning over in bed and squinting in the direction of
the voice.��
The diffuse form of Hermione sat on
Ron�s bed.� The rest of the room seemed
empty, if fuzzy to his naked eyes.� He
reached for his glasses feeling an incongruous sense of wrongness mixed with a
pang of hope.�
�Ok..� he
slid his glasses on, and Hermione snapped into focus.� She looked worried.� Maybe there was something wrong with
him?!� His heart ached to see her
concern.� �What�s up, Mione?�� He frowned slightly at the disconnected sense
of something he had forgotten.�
�Oh Harry!� she gushed� �I�m so glad you�re ok!� How are you feeling!?� The ferret really pulled a number on you!�
He blinked..
Again a sense of oddness flowed over him.�
�I�m.. fine, Mione.� Why? �Shouldn�t I be?!� What did Draco do?!�
�Draco?!!�

Hermione�s face contorted into an incredulous gape.

�Why in Merlin�s name are you calling him that?!��
Harry wondered that himself.� It had just popped out.� He did
wonder however why Hermione was calling Malfoy �ferret� when she�d always
scolded them for the childish insult, saying that two wrongs never made a
right.

Perhaps she�d changed her mind after whatever Draco had apparently done to
him.� He couldn�t for the life of him
imagine what that might be though.
�What�s happened?� he asked,
ignoring her question and looking around with sudden realisation at where he
was.� If something had happened, surely
he�d be in the infirmary and not his room in Gryffindor tower.
�That horrible little stain threw
something into your cauldron in potions and it exploded.� Professor Dumbledore said there might be some ..cog.. coggit ..he said you might have some memory problems.�
Harry blinked again in
disbelief.� Insulting Malfoy aside � he
was almost positive that the word that Hermione had just stumbled over was
�cognitive� � and there was no way in hell that Mione would ever have
difficulty understanding or saying that word.�
She�d used it at least two dozen times in first year when she had gone
through that neurology phase.

Ok...

So..
either something pretty dramatic had happened to cause
Hermione cognitive impairment too..

or...� or this
wasn�t Mione.
�Malfoy!� That arse!� he spat venomously.� �Were you there?� Did you see him do it?� Oh god!�
It didn�t get you too, did it?!�
Hermione looked relieved.

He took in the way a brief sly confident expression flickered through her eyes
for a second before it was replaced with wide eyed earnestness � a more typical
Hermione expression.

�Yes.. I was there and I saw him but it was too
late.� Luckily I could duck under the
bench.� I didn�t get any of the potion on me.�
Harry nodded �I�m so glad you
weren�t hurt, Mione� he said quietly.

Who was this?!� Were they using polyjuice?� If so
then he just had to keep them talking for an hour and he�d find out just who he
was dealing with here.
Why couldn�t he remember anything
about..� well.. about anything.. He was having trouble calling up
memories.� He had the vague sense that
they were there, just like he knew that Mione was more than familiar with the
word cognitive.. but he
couldn�t remember specific occasions.�

He couldn�t remember anything happening in potions class..
although there was the vague feeling that potions..or..Snape..was upsetting... more
upsetting than normal!� Maybe something had happened... but he didn�t think it
was what this fake Hermione had said had happened.�

Although.. there was a
strange..importance.. to the
idea of Draco Malfoy.� Something might
have happened with him..

It was no good though.. he
couldn�t remember anything specific.�
�Harry...�

The tone of the fake Hermione�s voice got his hackles up. It was familiar.. not Hermione but he knew this
person well.�

�I ..know its not a good
time to bring this up but i�ve been wanting to get
your advice for a while and ..well.. we hardly have any time alone together.� Maybe I could..ask
you now?�
He managed to maintain a curious
open expression.� This wasn�t Hermione..� There was no
reason to feel the stab of fear that he did.
�Its... about Ron.� The familiar face scrunched
into an indecisive fretful expression.

Harry�s heart, against all advice from his brain, started to thump faster.� �yeah?� he heard
himself ask lightly.
�Well... it�s just.. Ron and I have been ...talking... and..well..�� Hermione�s soft amber eyes scanned his own
with a slightly embarrassed light in them.

�Um.. We�ve decided we�re more than just friends.�� Harry.. Ron asked
me to go out with him and.. I said yes.�
There.�

wow.

It felt almost exactly like someone had stabbed an iron spike through his heart
a moment before punching him in the gut.
He didn�t tell whoever this was
that he was happy for them both.� He just
smiled a frozen smile and waited.� She�d
said she wanted his advice.� So far
everything had been telling him and
not asking him.
�I ..just
wanted your advice.� You�re a boy.� Do you think Ron will still respect me if we
have sex?� Because.. I really want
to...with him.�
Harry felt sick.

He wanted to say �What?!�

really... he wanted to say�
�What the fuck?!�
Instead he stared at her for a
moment and then answered�
�I don�t know.� Ron and I
haven�t really talked about things like that.�
Fake-Hermione was undeterred.� She babbled on again abruptly.� �You know.. I think
it�s always been Ron for me.�� He�s so strong and he�s always there when I
need him.�
Harry smothered the snort that
wanted to burst from him.

There would be no point in arguing with the girl who clearly wasn�t Hermione.� He tried to tell himself over and over to let
it go, but the urge was almost overwhelming to point out that Ron had never been there for Hermione and was an
utter git to her most of the time.� Not
to mention that Hermione would never
select a partner based upon the fact that they were physically strong and dependable.
Something shifted in his mind for a
second.� He had a flash of Hermione
straining toward him, yelling, being physically
restrained by Voldemort.� The image was
gone in a heartbeat but it left a disquiet in its
wake.� Was Hermione gone?� Had something happened to her?!�

It felt almost right.

Something bad had happened to Hermione.�
He was still puzzling over it when
the fake Hermione announced out of the blue that she had to go because she
wanted to go and look up something in the library.�� He waved vaguely and the unfamiliar
familiar girl virtually skipped out
of the room.�

He made a mental note that whoever it was imitating Hermione, although he was
still sure he knew them, clearly
didn�t know Mione very well.
He took stock of his
circumstances.�

Something was wrong with his memory.� Hermione
was not herself.� Literally.�� There were vague worrying feelings
associated with all the things that generally worried him before � potions, Snape,
Malfoy � except those worried feelings were different than he remembered them
being.�

Almost as if he was worried for them,
not worried what they might do to him.

And that faint impression of Voldemort holding Mione..
where the hell had that come from?
He tried to think about it but it
was all vague and diffuse now.�

Damn it.� Something was really wrong with
his mind!� He needed to do
something!� He needed to tell Dumbledore.
OH!�
Damn!�

The feeling of unease spiked into wild directionless fear.�
At the thought of Dumbledore?!!
Maybe Malfoy had poisoned him with a potion somehow.
Drawing back the covers he was
disturbed to find himself wearing boxer shorts.�

Someone else had put him to bed.

If it was Madam Pomfrey, surely he�d be in the Infirmary now.

He couldn�t think of a single other person he wouldn�t be creeped
out to know had put him to bed.�
As he swung his legs over the side
of the bed, something else caught his eye.�
A red glint in his peripheral vision.� He raised a hand to his collarbone to find a
necklace around his neck.�

Well.. that was bizarre.� Why would he be wearing what seemed, from the
imperfect angle he could catch a glimpse of it, to be a fairly girly
pendant.� He wrapped a hand around it,
feeling a strange tension.

His other hand reached up to the back of his neck looking for the clasp.
Two things became apparent.� Firstly � the chain of the necklace wasn�t a
chain at all.. it seemed to
be two chains, whereby one wrapped around the other tightly, as if soldered
on.� Secondly � there was no clasp at all
on the chains and they were too tight to pull the whole thing over his head.
Disturbed, he got up and walked to
the bathroom, peering at himself in the mirror.�
The necklace hung in the depression of his collarbone.

He had the feeling that he knew it.� But
the familiar feeling was mixed with a sense of discomfort and worry.� He didn�t want to be wearing it.� Returning to the other room for his wand he
tried a severing spell, carefully angled away from his skin.�
�Harry?�

Voldemort�s voice suddenly rang out in his mind.� He jumped and almost dropped his wand.� Fuck.�
Fuck fuck fuck..� This had never
happened before.� Not like this.� He�d had visions.. dreams.. but the bastard had never
actually spoken in his mind.� How was he doing this?!
�Your mind is too chaotic.� Calm yourself at once and enunciate clearly.� What has happened?� Why are you panicking?�
Harry felt his own jaw drop.� Voldemort wasn�t in his mind taunting and
threatening.� He seemed to be actually
trying to communicate.. What the hell?!
�How are you doing this?!� He
thought as concentratedly as he could.
�What do you mean, how am I doing
this?!� You already know...��

The voice stilled as if in thought and then spoke again.

�Have
you consumed any potions recently?!� Have
you eaten or drunk anything at all.. or perhaps used a lotion.. or
bathed?�
This was bizarre.�

Harry tried to process the fact that Voldemort seemed to be concerned about his
welfare somehow.� There was probably a
horrible reason for it.� Perhaps snakeface was responsible for the way he couldn�t
quite remember anything clearly right now.�
It didn�t seem to make sense that he would be speaking this matter of factly if he were, but still � who
else could have done it?!� Unless..it really was Mione..and Draco
really had done something in potions class to make his cauldron explode.

But that wasn�t Mione.� Mione would never ask his opinion on whether
it was too soon to sleep with Ron.� Mione
would never sleep with Ron.� She wouldn�t fancy someone like him at
all.� So it was probably Voldemort that
had done this.� He would rather believe
that snakeface had done something evil again than
that Mione not only wasn�t interested in him but preferred Ron.
�No.� I just woke up.� What have you done to me?!�
He felt more than heard the sneer
in the maniac�s tone.
�I am not responsible for your
present confusion, boy.� I have been...otherwise
occupied...since we met in the forbidden forest � and you were in perfect
health when I apparated away.� You were
likely dosed with some form of mind altering potion.� Tell me what has occurred there since
yesterday evening.�
Harry considered refusing.. The idea of telling Voldemort anything at all voluntarily
grated against him.� It was so
wrong.� He might be sharing important
information with the enemy.� Nevertheless.. it didn�t feel like the wrong thing to do right now.� He felt, in fact, as if he wanted to ask for
help � insane as that seemed.
�I..don�t know anything about yesterday.. or
anything else.� I can�t remember anything
clearly.�

I know some things.. but
everything recent is just..fog.� I don�t know what happened.

�I woke up and Mione told me that Draco.. er..� that is.. Draco Malfoy
had put something in my cauldron in potions.. I�d had
some kind of potions accident.�
�Mione is Hermione Granger?�
�yes.� But.. She was acting really weird..
I�m not sure if it was actually her�
�It was not.� Hermione Granger is here.�
A mix of confusing emotions
assaulted him.� Recognition was stronger
than surprise and he was astounded to realise that he was more relieved than
horrified.� It made no sense.�
�Why is she there?� How long has
she been there?� Please don�t hurt her!�
There was a slightly longer delay
and he cursed himself for making it so obvious that he�d do anything to protect
Mione.
�She came to me of her own accord
initially.� She has not been here
long.�

You are presently unable to leave Hogwarts grounds, thanks to the spells upon
the necklace you are wearing.� There is
therefore no point in my holding Hermione�s welfare over your head to bring you
to me.�

As for hurting the witch... It appears Hermione enjoys
a little pain under the right circumstances...�
Black fury welled up in him.� It was one thing to think of Voldemort
hurting Hermione.. he hated
the idea of it � he�d do anything to protect her.� But it was another thing entirely to imagine her....having.. that is... to consider the circumstances that the snake
might be implying she enjoyed pain during. ��God.. no.� it was awful.
He had a sudden flash of voldemort
on top of a naked and crying Hermione in the chamber of secrets, smiling nastily
as he pounded into her.

The image was gone a fraction of a second after it appeared.� He was left gasping and shaken.
But that didn�t happen!� He was sure it hadn�t!�

Voldemort had said mind altering potions.�
Had he perhaps forgotten it?!� He
thought he might actually hyperventilate!�
The thought of Voldemort doing that to Hermione was physically painful.
What are you panicking about now,
boy?!
Did
you sleep with Mione in the chamber of secrets?!�

He hoped that the snakefaced bastard didn�t hear.. or sense.. or
whatever..exactly how much that thought bothered him.
Yes.�
The voice sounded smug. �Harry thought he might literally burst a vein
in his head in furious frustration.� He
had to get out of here.� He had to kill
him!� He couldn�t even begin to fit the
idea of voldemort raping Hermione into his mind.� He had to kill him.� Dumbledore would never let him rush off to
kill him now though.� He hadn�t even
trained him

Or at least.. Harry was reasonably confident that
training hadn�t happened.� He still felt
nervous and fumbling at the thought of fighting.� Surely that wouldn�t be the case if someone
had trained him.
Do you know..
I believe you are even more amusing to toy with in this state than you were in
your dreams.� Although the dream to which
you are referring was particularly delicious.�
As I recall, you enjoyed yourself also, even if you were not permitted
to participate.� And do you know, when I
informed Hermione of what I had done, she was aroused by the thought...
A dream?!� A fucking
DREAM?!� She was not! �I don�t believe she�d ever touch you
willingly.� She hates you.� We�ve talked about you so often and she hates
you even more than I do � and that�s saying something.� If she�s there then it�s because you had
someone, probably Malfoy, abduct her.�
Leave her alone or ..
Harry couldn�t think of anything to
threaten the bastard with.� He was
already going to kill him and they both knew it.� There was nothing he could really do from
here.
Or?�

We both know that you will never defeat me, Harry.�� Even Hermione knew that..
why do you imagine she came, seeking to join me.�

I have sent you so many memories of her.�
I do hope whatever potion Albus has used upon you wears off.� It would be such a waste of effort if you
should never remember what you have learned.
You�re
a liar, Voldemort!� I can�t trust
anything you tell me!� I remember that I
saw you take Hermione!� She was struggling
to get away and you were holding her.�
She reached out her hand toward me!�
You won�t convince me to give up.�
I�m going to kill you!� You�d
better not hurt her!
There was a pause for a moment and
then laughter echoed through his head.�
That is a very recent memory, Harry.� Early last night you sought to run from
Hogwarts.� You were with Draco.� And by with... I do mean in the most intimate
sense.. He ran with you.�

When he discovered that the necklace with which the headmaster has collared you
would not allow you to pass the wards he contacted me.��

I...foolishly in that instance... brought Hermione with me.� She had been of much use to me in another
matter previously.�

When she saw your situation however, she begged to be allowed to go and help
you remove the necklace.

I did not allow it.�

I refused for the simple reasons that she would be unlikely to defeat Albus�
spells, while he would almost certainly close the wards the moment she was
within school grounds, preventing her from leaving again.� Emotional Gryffindor that she is, she did not
think before rushing to act and I was obliged to restrain her.�

THAT is what you recall.
Harry wanted to deny it.� He wanted to say how ridiculous the thought
of Hermione helping voldemort was.. but
unfortunately the explanation that the voice in his mind had provided actually
felt right.� It felt like it fit with the
pieces he couldn�t quite access in his mind.

There were a few things that he knew
couldn�t be right though.
I
was..with...Draco?!�
What do you mean?!� I�m not...
that way.� I�ve never been.� And i�d never do
that with Malfoy if I was.� He�s an utter
git!
There was another soft laugh.
You don�t even believe that
yourself.�

Well.. perhaps the part about
what a �git� the boy is.� He is sometimes
quite tedious.. however this
evening he killed for the first time on command.� I am rather pleased with him at present.

No.. I assure you � you were quite..enamoured
of Draco, according to the memories I extracted from him.�

You even sought to protect him from Dumbledore.�
Twice, no less.
Harry tried to tell himself that it
wasn�t true.� He was afraid that it might
be.

Right now he wasn�t sure what to believe.�
Either Voldemort was fucking with his mind or everything he�d believed
had somehow been turned upside down.
My attention is required elsewhere,
Harry, therefore if you have no ideas about what has happened to you, I advise
you to pretend to believe whatever you are told and to observe your
surroundings carefully. You can summon my awareness by gripping the pendant,
however do not bother me unless you are in danger or have something important
to say.� If you deliberately provoke my
wrath, I will take it out on those I can reach, you understand...
Harry understood.
There was no feeling of lightness
in his head when Voldemort left.� He didn�t
feel anything and only realised that the bastard had gone because he didn�t
respond when Harry asked several times whether he was there.
Great.� Just great.� What was he supposed to do now?�

How was he supposed to know what was true?�
Who to trust?!
Grudgingly, he recognised that all
he could do was what Voldemort had
advised.� Until he had some idea of what
was going on, he could do nothing more than agree with everyone and try to
catch them out in a lie.

And that included Voldemort himself.
Surely he must have been
lying.�

Mione wouldn�t betray him.. She�d never go to snakeface.� Never.� The logical result would be that he would
kill her � and Mione was always
logical.
He would consider that one a de
facto probable lie.
Perhaps Ron and Ginny might be able
to help, he wondered.

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