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Chapter 23
“ Blaise please pass the whither roots, there in the black vial with the copper top”, I say in studious concentration as Blaise hands over the vial. Thanks to Riddle and his sick games I was a day behind with my plans due to sleeping majority of the Cruciatius curse off, and Hallows Eve was only a day away! I was currently at the boarding school potion lab working the final spectrums of our plan. Earlier this morning both Draco and Blaise stopped by in lieu of dropping off my costume garment gifted from Narcissa Malfoy, I must admit that her taste was too extravagant for my liking. However, I was happy her gift gave the two Slytherins and I time to finalize our plans. Currently, Harry and Ron were camped at my father's portal ready to open the void at the right time. Harry was still adamant about refusing to see me and it hurt but I had too much to deal with here to focus much on our failed relationship. Ron claims that Harry blames himself as if this wasn't normal for him to bear every weight dealing with Voldemort.
Luna and Neville were already hiding in Draco’s chambers, something Draco wasn’t too happy about. He claimed that Luna was a chattering headache he was ready to hex to oblivion. He did mention however, that Neville seemed back to his regular self just slightly more stoic. I could not guarantee that Tom would allow them at Lucius Manor tomorrow night. Thankfully, tomorrow's revelry was a masquerade ball, which made sneaking them into the party easier then planned. All that was needed now was to play our parts masterfully and without fault or all my friends were guaranteed horrific deaths. If this didn’t work and I didn’t get the sister pearl from Harry and Ron, then I was lost as to how to take care of Riddle. I still had two years until the Blood moon and I knew with Draco, Blaise, and my own brain power we would have sufficient time to complete the transfiguration and alchemy needed to change Riddle fully Fae, ensuring the binding to Tír na nÓg. Was I completely sure that I would bind Riddle? Well no, not really. I loved that snake but ultimately knew this was the only way to save this world. We would spend eternity together in a land that was devoid of life, a weight I was ready to bear… Yet I could still change him… maybe…
“Hermione? You’re doing it again... you bite your lip when in deep thought.” , Blaise softly observes as he continues to measure standard ingredient for the concealment potion needed to mask Harry and Ron from Greyback and his pack, who Draco was sure would be allowed at the gristly party tomorrow. We were not taking any chances. Blaise gently touches my left elbow and I shiver at his caress. For some reason, since visiting his office weeks ago I have felt my hairs stand whenever I was alone and in close proximity of him. I knew I could trust him, yet his silent calculating magic kept me on edge. I felt like a science experiment around him, the way his brown eyes would eye my every movement, as if I were to disappear at any moment; it was a feeling I could not shake off no matter the numerous times I’ve told myself he was risking far more then just his life to help me. Zabini and I have been spending much time together as we hurried to finish last preparations. He was an amazing person to converse with, it's like he knew my deepest desires and fears without me ever having to even tell him. It was weird…yet comforting in a way. I could be myself. I snap out of my reverie and stare at Blaise’s tall form in gratitude.
“ I’m sorry Blaise, you have saved this potion more than once, I just have a lot on my mind, with the ball being tomorrow and all I am on edge”, I smile before cringing slightly as I reach farther then my sore body allows. No matter how much pain potion I've taken, my entire core was still sore from last night's escapade with Riddle. Something I still wasn’t ready to analyze, what was happening to me? Blaise notices my grimace and sighs deeply before replying.
“ What has our world leader done to you now? Last night’s Death Eater meeting was a horror show for some. Voldemort was relentless with his torture, thankfully Draco and I were both wearing our rings. We figured you had pissed him off?”
I blush slightly before before commenting that I was fine and could handle Riddle. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him that Tom tortured me relentlessly and I came every time for him like some trained wanton pet. I began to turn towards our board of calculations when Blaise grabs my hand and I shiver again before staring at his advancement.
“ Hermione… we will find a way to save you from an enternal fate with Riddle. We have two years before his banishment. We will find a way little lioness.”, Zabini’s voice is softer than usual and I feel my cheeks redden at his closeness. Zabini’s magic covers me like a silent forest before a storm and I’m soon uncomfortable from his aura. I leach out my magick and sense his hidden desires heavily hidden beneath him calm demeanor.
“ We will need your optimism Blaise, for we have a long way to go”, I unclench from our grasp but Zabini moves forward and towers over my slight frame, blocking me between the chalk board.
“ Hermione, I've been meaning to tell you that… for years now, I believe together we would be formidable. I understand that you are bound to him”, he stares at my collared throat in annoyance before continuing.
“ I wish to court you after we bind him, for I will not allow you to wilt away in Tír na nÓg with Voldemort. I would take care of you and…I believe with time you would see I could offer you more than comfort and protection. I could be your companion...a lover even. You must admit there is some chemistry between us little lioness?”, Zabini finishes as he places a loose strand behind my ear. I shiver for the third time. I'm completely shocked at his proclamation, did Zabini like me, or was this a Slytherin ploy for power? He was mysterious like that, I never knew what his intentions really were. I knew he was not harmful, yet I felt uneased...
“ Blaise…I”, I'm flabbergasted at what to say.
“ At least think about it lioness, we have two years before any decision is needed. Just know that I know more about you than even yourself. Your soul is mine, that very day at Flourish and Blotts I have wanted you, and I willingly give you mine in exchange.”, Zabini touches my face softly before turning and heading towards the door.
I stare in utter shock, not fully sure what just happened. Did Blaise just propose in a sense? He has wanted to me since we were children, when I was still considered a mudblood in his culture? My head soon begins to swoon at the revelations.
Seriously what as with the intensity of Slytherin men?

October 31^st.

It was quite hard to walk in these ridiculous heels. I admit that Narcissa’s taste was impeccable, I looked like a fairy, a muggle version ironically. I was swathed in a gorgeous ivory and gold shimmery floor length dress, iridescent butterfly wings were charmed to my back and swirled with gold and opalescent colors. The look was finished with solid diamond heels and a pure diamond mask that shimmered from the fire. Somehow Narcissa figured out how to charm my heels to sprout delicate cream lilies when I walked and they left the room heavy with frangrance. My heavy hair was loose and hung waist length. I was quite beautiful, yet it was very difficult to copy the same very outfit for Zabini. He was quite annoyed that he had to portray me in Polyjuice as it was, I couldn’t imagine him trying to walk in these heels! I stifle my laugh at the very thought as I enter Riddle’s throne room slightly frustrated at these fluttering wings, they were quite hard to maneuver.
Tom is sitting on his throne in deep thought when I enter. His inky eyes rise at the sound of my jeweled heels on the dark marble floor. He drinks in my appearance in awe, I’m sure I look gorgeous and queen like. I was just ready to finish this night. Riddle rises at my approach and I notice his costume for tonight. Of c,ourse he would…
It seemed Riddle was going for the opposite of my look. Whereas I looked an ethereal creature from some ancient woodland. Tom looked like a gorgeous hellish creature of nightmares. He was decked in a void black suit that seemed to just suck the light around him, giving his surrounding area a darker deathly glow. His wavy hair was in its typical smoothed back glossy look. However, he seemed to have charmed little black horns to his forehead and they looked as if he sprouted them over night, the skin around the tiny horns were puckered and slightly red. His mask was pure silver and covered with snake skin patterns. His look was finished with ragged black wings that seemed to weigh a lot yet he stood graceful. Riddle looked like a devilish imp. An unseelie king surrounded by black power.
“ Hermione you should wear wings more often my dear, you look simply delicious.”, Tom licks his lips as he pulls out a black pocket watch before glancing down and saying “ I wonder if I have time to devour you here and now?”, he growls darkly.
“ Oh no you don’t Riddle! I’m still sore from last night, besides we are already an hour late and you know your sycophants are hesitant to do anything without their dark leader towering over them. I’m sure Bellatrix is ready to bow and gripe beneath you”, I put my hands across my chest in defiance. Riddle chuckles darkly and grabs my arm as he leads me to the giant archway. I gently touch his little horns in amusement.
“ Do you like them lioness? It was Lucius idea to portray a devil, I do believe the Malfoys would make superior stylists”, jokes Riddle.
“ They certainly fit you, you look like a dark faery king”, I say with amusement. Apparently, we were heading towards the grounds of Hogwarts, the air was chilled with the scent of dried leaves and chilled lake water.
“One could only hope my dear, now let's hurry up.”, replies Tom covertly before smiling and running his fingers across my charmed wings. I shiver at the intimate feeling before gliding down the lawn.
We soon approach an elaborate carriage. It was massive and oval shaped, in the colors of gold and shimmery black. It was dragged by three huge black winged horses, they were breathing fire and their hooves created scorch marks in the dark green grass. They were simply daunting yet beautiful.
“ Why are we not flooing or apparating?”, I ask in awe as I pet the front horses inky black mane.
“ Hermione we must arrive in style, Pureblood custom, now let's go enjoy the night”, he reaches his hand out and awaits my embrace. I grab on and I’m led into the opulent carriage. Upon our touch, my trailed flowers turn to ash.
The ride to Malfoy Manor was magically quickened thanks to the winged horses, Tom was very affectionate, almost possessive. His hands never left my unruly hair as he massaged my scalp with his perfectly manicured nails. I could stay up here in the heavens with him forever, flying anywhere and landing nowhere. It was soothing and Tom was himself when we were alone. He would smile more, feel more at ease not having to portray a ruthless dictator that he was. He was a conundrum in his own right, one day ice cold it hurt to touch and the next, so first and passionate I could just swoon at the very look he gave me.
“ I could stay up here forever Tom”, I murmur my thoughts as I play with his pointy horns.
“ I as well princess, yet we he have subjects to rule over, ah look below my love”, he guides me over to the giant window and I peer below at Malfoy Manor. Riddle wasn’t playing about pureblood custom. The entire entrance of Malfoy Manor was filled with an array of carriages led by horses, thestrals, lions, and even an elephant. The sprawling lawns were filled with beautiful eerie lights that glowed silver, gold, and black. It gave the manor a supernatural appearance that was breathtaking. We exit our carriage and are led by two blank eyed muggles wearing all black and red painted faces. My stomach grows sickened at their blank stares, Riddle notices my discomfort and tightens his hold on my arm.
We enter through the front door where we are greeted by a crowd of wizards and witches in a collection of glamorous costumes. Lucius and Narcissa greet us first, Malfoy Sr has chosen to wear an all-white outfit with a silver grinning wolf mask and Narcissa was donned in a beautiful silver shimmering gown and fox mask that covered the upper half of her face. They looked ever regal and powerful. I observe that majority of Riddle's death eaters have chosen to wear elaborate animal mask. Bellatrix was dressed as a sadistic panther with what seemed like real blood trailing after her dark ragged gown, her husband Rodolphus Lestrange was wearing a similar cat mask that covered his entire face with long redden fangs. Everyone bows at our entrance and waits until he are led towards our thrones of black stone. We sit upon the thrones and the lights dim to a dark glow, black candles were charmed to float among the ceilings and they give the ballroom a black purplish glow throughout the room. Lucius hands us both dark glasses of bloodred wine before addressing the upper echleons of the wizarding world.
“ Ladies and gentleman, Emperor Riddle and Princess Hermione Heartland are in their rightful places, let tonight’s festivities begin.”, he dramatically waves his wand and deep haunting music echo's throughout the ballroom. Entranced muggles with the same outfits as the two that led us in appear from the shadows and began moving around the group with trays of refreshments and spirits. Soon, dancing and laughter are heard throughout the grand room. I glance around the room looking for Draco and Blaise. I notice Ginny by her fire red hair, which was pinned high and covered my a scarlet and black fox mask. She was standing near the edge of the group with a forlorn stare. Her traitorous brother, Percy was wearing an identical mask and seemed to keep his eyes on her. I wondered would she even be the same after the imperio curse was lifted and she was sent to my father’s land. I continue my search of my two Slytherin comrades. I finally see them playing their part of drunken wizards in merriment. Draco is dressed as a copper dragon with an elegant dragon mask that billowed hazy smoke through the nostrils. His silver hair was coifed and blinding. Blaise was simpler, he was wearing a forest green velvet suit and a mask of forest leaves. They were dancing with two drunken witches who giggled at every word they whispered in their vapid ears. Midnight was the time when we must meet outside in the same very maze where I first told them my plan to entrap our ruthless leader. I’m lost in thought as I notice we had little over an hour before our plan was to begin.
“ You are so tense lioness, what's on your mind I wonder?”, Riddle whispers softly in my ear, I quiver at his sensual voice before stating facts at his dark eyes in wonder.
“ I was trying to figure out who was who behind their mask”, I cover up skillfully before arising and asking Tom for a dance. He agrees and whisks me to the center of the dance floor, leading us throughout the crowd which parts before us, a sea of mask of gowns. Riddle is an excellent dancer as we glide to the haunting melodious music, my flowers are scattered throughout the room and his dark magic turns many into shimmery ash. Many stop to view our majestic dance of contradiction, a battle of light and dark. I’m lost in Riddles arms and soon begin to enjoy my time with him. We whisper about everything and nothing as we glide across the black and white checkered flooring. My laughter litters the room as we glide gracefully.
“Hermione you make me a better ruler”, says Riddle randomly. I’m startled by his proclamation. His dark eyes take in my form as he gently glides his hands across my charmed wings, I shiver and lay my head on my chest.
“ How so Tom? You are still as diabolical as ever”, I eye his charmed horns in amusement. Riddle stops our dance and gazes at my gold eyes with an undecipherable look. I feel my stomach flutter as he contintues to rummage his fingers across my charmed wings.
“ You balance my darkness my dear, in more ways you will never imagine, and I yearn to bring the darkness out of you my dear, you will be so magnificent when that time comes, unstoppable you shall be without that morally correct conscious of yours, although, I suppose your heart is what makes you so beautiful.”, he gently kisses my forehead and I sigh contently. He wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
Before long, Riddle guides us back to our thrones, where I indulge in dark chocolate sweets and more bloodred wine. I soon notice that both Draco and Blaise are missing from the crowd of dancers. I knew it was time before I even hear the midnight chime.
“ Tom, please excuse me as I go to the powder room,” he nods before continuing his conversation with Severus Snape, who decided to wear a simple black mask. I ws eeavesdropping and apparently there was some project that was having complications and it didn’t seem that Tom was to happy about the revelation. I mentally note that I will have to delve into what that project may be, I’m sure it had something to do with that black door underneath the pantry, the one I was still not allowed to be near… one thing at a time Hermione, I chastise myself before gliding to the second floor with as much grace as possible.
I hide in the shadows of the darkened second floor as I slowly make my way to the library, the majority of the partiers were downstairs in the ballroom and parlor room, however, a few stragglers roamed the darken corridors in drunken merriment. Thankfully, my Fae magick has heightened my senses at night because I sense a large group of rowdy magic before hearing the group’s deep voices heading my way. I skillfully maneuver under a velvet divan before the large group of drunken wizards turn the corner towards the west wing. I hold my heavy breathing as they pass by. It would not do to be caught nowhere near the bathroom I claimed to be heading too. My blood runs cold at the first name I hear the leader of the group mutter. Great just great…bloody death eaters…
“ You know Yaxley, that brunette with the raven’s mask seemed quite ready to drop her knickers for you. I don’t see why you big ugly brute”, a gruffy voice slurs out. The group of death eaters laugh loudly before I hear what I presume is Yaxley’s voice.
“ It may be because I slipped a few drops of lust potion into her wine, that bitch has been giving my the stiff since school!”, Yaxley’s voice booms and the crowd laughs louder. My stomach lurches at the depravity of these men, yet I stifle my magic lest I be caught. It’s just my luck that they stop in front of where I’m hiding, I silently curse myself for not adding a concealment charm to my persons, thankfully the area was only littered with soft pale moonlight and my form was hidden quite sound underneath the heavy velvet divan. I peer slightly out from my hidden spot and instantly recognize two out of the four darkly clothed men. . Thorfinn Rowle is by far the most recognizable, due to his well-built frame and long blonde hair which was pulled into a messy bun that fit him quite well. Only half his face was covered by a golden jackal mask which leered in the pale moonlight. Quite fitting since he has always been a jokester in school, I faintly recall from my first year how his gang of quidditch lackeys were known for pranking the other houses in the cruelest of ways. Next to him was obviously McNair due to his large frame and his adder mask was removed revealing his flushed face, he was downing his weight in liquor. The man next to him had to be Yaxley because I remember dueling him a couple years ago and he had a slight frame, only a little bigger than me. The fourth wizard remained quiet and seemed to be taking in the small corridor in deep thought, for a moment his eyes pass my hidden spot and I fear that I have been found, however, the mysterious figure contintues to glaze past as he walks over to the painting of three of Malfoy’s ancestors being burnt at the stake. I continue to hold my breath and pray to Merlin that they continue onwards.
“ You devil, I knew she was way out of your league…there’s quite a few tasty witches below, Heartland is looking exceptionally delicious tonight, I wonder if she’s a screamer or a moaner, I’m thinking she’s a little bit of both, being a Gryffindor and all I presume she’s quite the fighter in bed, hmm?”, says Mcnair and my blood runs cold at the mention of my name. I hear a sloshing of liquid and a deep guttural sound, before smelling the noticeable stench of fire whiskey.
“ I would be careful mentioning Heartland’s name, Mcnair. The Dark Lord is quite protective of the little minx. Remember Rosier’s youngest son Felix? Yeah well, he wasn’t too good at concealing his thoughts about her and let’s just say that Voldemort allowed Greyback’s pack to do exactly what Rosier was thinking about doing to the princess. I’ve heard he still cant walk right.”, Thorfinn says grimly. I listen in complete horror as the men laugh at the Rosier’s predicament. Before long, Thorfinn’s voice is heard again,
“Lets go back to the party. There was a curvaceous muggle woman that Lucius claimed I could borrow for tonight. They only thing there good at really”. Once again, the group laughs at the expense of those more helpless then themselves, before heading towards the opposite way the came. I silently count to fifty before rolling out of my hidden area and steadfastly heading the opposite way. My relief at avoiding the group of drunken death eaters is short lived when I run smack dab into the fourth man from the group.
“ Ooof!”, I gasp as I stare wide eyed at a very scary Siberian tiger mask. The man grabs my left arm harshly and wretches my raised wand before I can even register the collide.
“ What is the little Gryffindor princess doing away from her snaked captor I wonder?, nothing but trouble I imagine”, The masked voice says in a very thick Russian accent. I instantly reel backwards as I try to break away…Dolohov… my blood runs cold once more as I realize that the fourth man is none other then the very man who gave me my grotesque purple scar years ago in the Department of Mystery. Although, all my blemishes vanished when I turned Fae I could still feel the phantom lingering of his blasted curse. I could almost feel the way the curse burned through my skin years ago and I whimper involuntarily. Get it together Hermione I tell myself.
“ Dolohov let go of me at once, I’m sure Riddle would not like the idea of your filthy hands on me”, my voice cracks slightly as I try to remain haughty in front of this dark Russian wizard. Dolohov’s grasp on me tightens as I try to break away. He removes his mask and the moonlight shimmers on his dark gaze as he takes in my smaller form in quiet reverence.
“ I do believe that the Dark Lord would be more interested as to why you are hiding under furniture little princess, when you are suppose to be going to the bathroom…which is the opposite way at that?”, Dolohov begins to push me against the wall near the very same painting he was so transfixed on earlier.
“ That’s none of your business, now kindly return my wand and go about your fucki-“, I’m interrupted when he harshly puts his sweaty hand over my mouth. My eyes widen a fraction in fear as I try to claw his hand away from my mouth…I’ve had nightmares of this man since the very night he gave me that scar… He seems to know this and smirks before running his fingers softly over my collar bone and over the very spot the purple scar use to begin.
“ It seems that your father’s fae blood has ruined my mark… I knew you were not a mudblood after surviving my family’s curse.” He spits with venom. “Not even a full-grown wizard would stand a chance little princess. Tell me did it hurt? I’ve never had a conversation with anyone so unlucky to befall the Dolohov’s death deal and live?”, Dolohov slowly begins to trail his black oak wand towards my breast and I’m scared still. I cannot move and I’m pissed at myself for being so helpless. I finally snap out of it and decide to knee Dolohov right in the groin before I hear a very soft and feminine voice say,
“ Stupefy”
A red flash collide into the dark wizard’s back and Dolohov looks at me with shock clearly evident on his face before falling forwards unconscious. I slide from underneath his body and give him a hard kick in his privates before grabbing my wand and turning towards Luna and Neville.
“ Hello Hermione, I hope your okay? I never liked that Russian man, He was quite mean during our school years. Are you ready to go?”, Says Luna loftily.
Luna is in a rabbit mask and deep blue gown and Neville is dressed as a muggle, his face magically changed so no one would notice the infamous Gryffindor. They both hug me fiercely and I hold on for dear life, knowing if all goes well that I wouldn't see these two for another two years.
“Thank you Luna and Neville, I.. I just froze and… thanks”, I finally say completely relieved to have my friends here. I check to make sure that Dolohov was incapacitated before obliviating him and yanking a few dark hairs from his scalp.
Luna nods softly before giving me a glass vial to put the dark wizard’s hairs. Neville grabs my arm softly before saying,
“ Hermione, thank you for saving my life…I wanted to die then, I …my mind was twisted. Bellatrix made me torture my parents to death and then hundreds of muggles…for three years I was her plaything. I was no more than a waif of what I was. I lost hope and knew death was better than this world they have constructed…yet, you and Luna saved me… I owe you my life and will do my best to help Harry and Ron in Tir na Nog.”, Neville’s voice is clear and calm as he finally let’s go and I can see the determination in his eyes.
“ I’m happy your back Neville, and I thank you both for agreeing to help, this will not be easy and there's no way to say that we will be successful so I understand if you want to back down now. I won't hold you against it”, my voice is thick with emotion as I view both my longtime friends holding hands in an embrace.
“ Hermione there's no way we would ever let you do this alone, and besides I have already dreamed that we will need to help Harry and Ron or treachery will befall us all... It is quite fuzzy still however, I keep dreaming of red fire and pale red lips…I’m sure I will figure it out. We are ready when you are, the time is near for the portal to open.” , Luna's soft voice twinkles as she holds out her hand for mine.
I smile as I try to hold back tears of gratitude and I grab hold before nonverbally casting a disillusionment charm over our bodies. The familiar feel of cold yolk runs down our bodies and we are invisible. I lead the two to the secret door near the library that will take us directly to the maze entrance where Draco and Blaise were waiting.

The rest of the journey towards the secret door near the library was without trouble and we soon arrive in the west gardens, I lead the way to the green maze wall with the red roses near the base. I raise my wand and mutter “Revelare”.
The green wall melts into white marble stairs and we ascend towards the two Slytherins.
Draco and Blaise turn at our approach and I can see their relief at our forms
“ About time Granger, It’s nearly twelve-thirty, were already behind schedule… I thought Riddle figured out our plans and you were in danger”, Draco hugs me tightly. Blaise nods solemnly and his eyes never leave my movement, I remember our conversation from yesterday and I know he expects an answer soon, but tonight is not the time. I quickly tell the two man about Dolohov and his creepiness before drinking a sleeping drought and succumbing to darkness.

I awake to the very similar forest in my father’s lands. Ron is waiting in a sun dappled spot and rises at my advancement.
“ Mione! are you okay?” he hugs me before allowing me to breathe normally again.
“ Yes I’m fine Ronald, we just had a few snags in the plan, are you and Harry ready?”
Ronald brushes my curls behind my back before claiming that they are ready to open the portal. My father has left a complex diagrahm to open the portal, however, it will only stay open for an hour before closing which ment we had that much time to incapciatate Riddle and get the rest of the group sent back to my father’s land.
“ Okay Ronald, I should be waking up soon, I told Draco that I only needed ten minutes before they were to wake me up…see you on the other side”
Ronald nods before disappearing back to the portal. I take in the beautiful forest before awaking on the soft marble bench surrounded by friends.

“ Did they get the message to open the portal Hermione” ask Blaise as he helps me up.
“ Yes, they should be opening the portal in any moment”, I give Blaise a sliver of my hair before we turn towards the center of the hidden courtyard just in time to see the air before us shimmer with golden heat, swirls began to form as the heat intensifies and a circular portal is opened. I’ve never seen magick life this before. The portal crackles and opens to a beautiful forrest of deep green foilage. Harry is the first to stumble out and next follows Ron. It takes second before they notice our bodies near the end of the courtyard.
Ron instantly collides into me and gives me a bear cracking hug.
“ Mione it worked!” he looks at the costume in wonder before looking at the rest of the gang. He gives Luna and Neville hugs before nodding to Draco and Blaise in slight irritation.
“ Weasley glad to see your walking normal”, Draco says haughtily before moving closer to me, as if protective. I roll my eyes before finally staring at Harry. My heart tightens at his approach. Harry takes in my wings and shimmery dress before finally staring at my golden eyes in pain. The rest of the group must notice the awkwardness because they remain silent as Harry and I stand a breath away.
“ Harry…I’m sorry”, before I can finish my apology Harry hugs me fiercely and breathes in my scent of jasmine.
“ Hermione your beautiful, I forgot how beautiful you are…don’t apologize for your feelings, I’m sorry I was such a git weeks ago…I just needed time to accept your choice…here”    he lets go and hands me the sister pearl, it fees warm and glows in my hand. I will it away for safekeeping and it obliges.
“ Harry we will have time to talk later, hopefully, this wont take so long. I’m just happy you are two here”, my voice falters as I hold back tears of aguish and joy.
I can tell Harry wants to say more however were interrupted by Draco.
“ As much as this reunion warms my heart, we must get going the portal wont stay open forever and I’m sure Voldemort is looking for Hermione by now, Potter I’m glad to see that you are finally risking your neck again. Did you and Weasel enjoy your vacation while your girlfriend was left to fend for herself? Don’t worry Blaise and I have been protecting her” , Draco spits towards Harry.
“ Draco you can just bloody shut your mouth! We had no way of getting back and you know that you bloody git!” , roars Harry and Ron holds him back from Draco.
Seriously men… I interrupt before they begin a fight and waste precious time.
“ Stop it right now you two, the enemy is inside as we speak and we haven’t much time before he starts looking for me, Ronald, Neville and Luna you will have to figure out how to get Ginny away from Percy and back up here to await us.”
I push Draco and Harry apart from eachother and the two grumpily go to separate sides.
“ Draco take Dolohov’s hair and Polyjuice potion and lead Riddle towards the vacant room where Harry and I will already have the rune set up that will diminish his powers for an hour be careful. Harry you do have the rune correct?”
Harry nods at my question as Ron and him drink the concealment potion and don the costumes that Luna brought with her. Harry is in a silver stag with long elaborate antlers, Ron’s mask is a lion mask that covers his red hair from view.
Soon enough everyone is ready, Luna, Neville, and Ron head back towards the party ready to rescue Ginny. Blaise has drunk my golden Polyjuice potion and I watch as he turns into me, I give him the identical dress and charm butterfly wings to his back, he blantaly refuses to wear the diamond heels before heading towards the stupefied muggle he will transform into himself and imperio to lay in the maze as if Blaise has drank too much liquor and passed out from the party. Blaise knew he would have to wait until Riddle leaves before heading back towards the throne where he will portray a very bored me.
Draco was already on his way to lure Riddle towards the upper level of Malfoy Manor in the vacant room used for storage. Harry follows a concealed me as we head towards the room where hopefully the rune will take effect. The journey doesn’t take long yet its filled with awkward silence. Before long we arrive at the room and I get to work drawing the rune on the floor, Harry watches silently as I quickly finish the rune, making sure to add Riddle’s hair to the section that will ensure his confinement.
“ There… now we wait for Draco”, I grab Harry and we hide inside a heavy wardrobe.

“ Hermione, you can come with us you know, I promise being away from Riddle will help you, we can be how it use to be Mione”, I hear the pleading in his voice and I kiss his cooled forehead in pain.
“ Harry I cannot leave the rest of the world to Riddle’s ire, besides I’m still bound to him” I touch my collar in frustration.
“ We will find a way Mione, or I will die trying” , he grabs my clench hand and kisses it softly.
“ I know Harry, I know” I whisper sadly.
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We were all going to die I just knew it, I think for the hundredth time tonight as I walk towards the party, Hermione, the brilliant witch has transfigured my mask into what Dolohov had on, a tiger of some sort. I grab a tumbler of whiskey and quickly don it before magically transforming my voice to sound like the dark Russian’s.
The party was in full bloom as I pass drunken witches and wizards yet unknown of the treachery soon to happen. I pass my father and mother who are being the ever graceful hosts as they dance and talk among the revelry. I take a deep breathe and approach Riddle, who was still sitting on his throne, at my advancement he rises and his dark gaze gives me a once over.
“ Dolohov where is my Hermione, I thought I told you to keep an eye out for the little lioness”, his voice is dark and I know I’m about to cursed. Here goes nothing.
“ My lord, I am actually here because I followed her to the top floor of the manor, she has entered into a room and hasn’t left, I came to get you because I fear something may be amiss. She seemed troubled my Lord.”
Riddles eyes darken and he rises, his dark wings flare slightly before he steps of the dias.
“ Take me to her now, and you better hope she’s fine or your life and blood line will be forfeited”
“ Yes my Lord at once, follow me please”, I lead Riddle out of the party and towards the fifth floor of my home. Riddles dark magic was suffocating as we silently trek towards Hermione and Potter.
We were all dead.
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It’s not long before I feel Tom’s dark magic, they were near and I could tell he was pissed at my long absence.
“ Harry get ready, he's close”, I whisper as I quickly check to make sure that the rune is invisible. I step out from the wardobe and stand directly in the center of the rune, I lay down feigning like I was unconscious. We had to make sure that Riddle stepped onto the rune. Before long I hear the heavy oak door creak open.
“ She went in here my Lord” I hear Draco’s changed voice.
“ Move aside you idiot…Hermione?”, I can feel Riddle’s angered fear in his voice and his magic flares at my displayed body. I almost shiver as his magic touches me before he gently pushes my hair aside and kneels near my stilled body.
“ Hermione my love, what happened to you…I will mur-“ , He is interrupted as Harry burst from the wardrobe and stupefies Draco for good measure. Draco wasn’t expecting this and is shocked before falling unconscious on the dusty ground.
I guess I forgot to tell him about this part.
Riddle rises at the attack and swishes his wand skillfully towards Harry’s masked form before staring in confusion at his null wand and then staring back at Harry in anger. Harry uses this moment to remove his stag mask and stares back with hatred.

“ Hello Riddle, I hope your comfortable, you’re going to be here for a while.”, spits Harry as he laughs at Riddle’s predicament.
“ Potter, what have you done to my powers and Hermione? Are you upset that I have your girlfriend under my grasp, you cannot kill me I am immortal you foolish boy”, Riddles voice is dark, full of fury and I deem it now that I should rise and face his wrath. I rise and quickly step out of the rune circle.
“ I’m sorry Tom, but I must save my friends…I know you will never understand” I whisper sadly as I see the look of betrayal flash across his eyes before they return to their simpering black orbs.
“ Of course…I should of known Potter would be too stupid to carry out something as complex as this” He tries to step out of the circle, yet it glows a bright blue and holds him inside. He stares at the rune and finally understands his predicament.
“ Hermione…I order you to let me out of this prison”
I wait for seconds to see if the constricting magic of my collar works, thankfully it does not and I breathe in relief, thankful for my father’s strong magic. Riddle notices that I am not kneeling over in pain and it’s then that he grows very angry.

“ Potter when I get out of here I will kill you slowly over a span of a year, you have not felt pain yet!” he slowly paces as his prison as he finally looks into my hurt eyes.

“ Hermione you are still bound to me and you will feel my wrath as well my dear, if you think you will get your friends out of here then you are sorely mistaken”

Harry walks up to the circle a breath away from Riddle and laughs deeply.
“ Riddle you should really learn how to control your anger, or at least do it in style. I may not be able to save Hermione tonight, but I will eventually, you will not have a hold over her for much longer, your lucky I can’t kill you now.”, Harry spits at Riddle before grabbing my arm and leading me towards the door.

“ Potter?”, Riddle says calmly and I know this isn’t going to be good. Harry turns back around and walks back towards Tom, even though I beg him to come on, that we needed to go.
Harry shakes me off as he stands on the edge of Riddle’s rune.
Riddle stares at me with dark eyes before staring back at Harry with a dark smile.
“ Do you know that Hermione begs to be filled by me nightly? She begs for me to make her come, she yearns to feel me inside of her and revels in the feeling of absolute pleasure only I can give her…how does it feel that the love of your life loves me… your immortal enemy? I will punish her for this you do understand?”, Tom finishes the final blow as he smiles innocently.
I have to it give it the man, he was even fearless without his magic, as if Harry was not a threat.
Harry clenches his wand in anger and stares at Riddle in pain. I grab Harry’s arm and try to pull him back.
“ Harry don’t listen to him, he’s trying to bide time, we need to go Harry please, come on” I plead as Harry does not budge.
“ Riddle… I will kill you…It may take years, but I will kill you for taking her away from me.” Harry finally lets me pull him back towards the party below.

I turn around once more and stare at Riddle in his dark glory, his charmed wings and horns give him an underworldly look and I feel his daggered eyes stare into mine with silent rage as I close the door behind me, helping Harry drag Draco’s unconscious body to a safe area before reviving him.
It takes Draco a moment before he awakens, and he rises in annoyance.
“ I’m sure that felt great Potter, next time I would like to know if I’m to be knocked on my arse”, Draco as grumpily as he rubs the back of his silvered head.
“ Sorry Draco, but Riddle is smart and he would of known if you were expecting an attack, I think it’s best if you head back to the party and take your mother somewhere safe, just to be safe.” , I tell him as we run down the stairs towards the west gardens, by now Ron should of found his sister.
Draco nods before telling us to be safe and taunting Potter one more good time for good measure.
“ Enjoy your two year long vacation Potter, I’ll make sure that Granger is fine.”

“ Suck it ferret” , Potter retorts before following me towards the west gardens.
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“We need to hurry Harry, we have about twenty minutes to get you guys back to the portal” , I say as we continue towards the west gardens. We arrive just in time to see a struggling Ron and Neville try to pull a confused Ginny towards the entrance of the maze.
“ No I cant leave I cant, he will be mad at me and punish me”, screams Ginny in absolute terror. She was clawing at Rons face and has drawn blood.
“ Gin your safe now, were taking you away from Percy he wont be able to hurt you anymore!”, Ron screams back.
“ I’m not talking about Percy, Ronald!, He’s going to kill us all” screams Ginny incoherently. Luna is staring at Ginny in confusion as the two Gryffindor men try to pull her towards the portal. Harry and I arrive just in time to see a Blaise apparate next to Ron and Neville, his Polyjuice was beginning to wear off. He sees our advancement and I can see that he is relived that I was safe. Blaise raises his wand muttering something about Gryffindors before stupefying Ginny.

“ WHAT THE FUCK IF YOUR PROBLEM ZABINI?, DON’T BLOODY TOUCH MY SISTER YOU GIT!” , screams Ron as he catches Ginny before she falls unto the wet grass.
His face is red with rage as he stares at Blaise in fury raising his wand in anger.
“ Honesty Weasley, I would like to survive this night without you or your sister getting us caught when were so close to getting you idiots out of here…Hermione, we have five minutes before the portal closes.”, Blaise says calmly as he observes Ron’s fuming anger in amusement.

I quickly hug Blaise before saying “ Thank you Blaise, now I think it’s best that you obliviate the muggle and pretend to be passed out, that way you story sticks, keep the mind blocking ring on because Riddle is going to be free soon. I’ll see you at school”
Blaise nods solemnly before apparating to the eastern garden mazes.
I help Harry and Ron carry Ginny to the portal, which was slowly getting smaller the closer to the hour it gets. I hug Ron and Neville once more before he drags Ginny to the other side, Luna kisses me on the cheek and mutters for me to be safe, for treachery was amongst us, I don’t have much time to under stand her words before she dances across to the portal, a swirl of blue robes and silver hair. I’m left with Harry and we stare at eachother for seconds. I summon a leather embossed journal and push it into this arms, he stares at me in confusion.
“ I don’t think this is the right time to start my memoirs Mione”, he jokes. I shake my head as tears began to fall freely.
“ It’s a way to communicate besides when I’m dreaming, I need to be able to tell you guys whats happening over here. Did you bring the bottle?” I ask as my tears still fall.
“ Yes here, although I don’t completely understand why you needed an empty bottle form your father’s land?” Harry hands over a sealed glass bottle.
I take it before vanishing it to my library at Riddle’s ancestoral home.
“ I need air from Tír na nÓg to bind Riddle in two years… you should get going Harry the portal wont last forever.”, I wipe my tears away as I hug Harry for who knows the last time.
“ M’ione come with, we can fight him there…just come with please?” Harry’s green eyes begin to water as he tries to pull me with him. I stand my ground and my heart breaks even more then I thought it ever could.
“ I cant Harry, I have to stay here, there are too many people that will face Riddle’s wrath if I were to leave, and hypothetically speaking I don’t think anything can keep Riddle away from me, we are bound forever. Take care of yourself…if I survive I will see you in two years.” I kiss Harry on the cheek before pushing him hard into the portal. It closes but not before I see the pain evident in his face.
I’m left with silence as I stoop down and cry, my tears splatter the earth and create beautiful white roses.
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I eventually rise and heads back towards the party, I feel numb as I pass by the many drunken partiers. The party was chaotic but a path is made for me as I make my way back to the throne. I sit upon it an await Riddle and his wrath. It’s not long before I feel a great energy coming our way. I’m not the only one who notices the change in the air, the music stops abruptly as the whole energy in the room changes from merriment to fear. I clench the edge of the throne’s handles as I wait for Riddle.
The door blast open with a furious green blast of magic, the few unlucky people to be near the door are thrown backward and are instantly devoid of life as their lives are stricken from them.
“ POTTER!” bellows Riddle as he rushes forward looking erratic with raw anger. His black magic billows from him and he contintues to strike down anyone in his path, not caring who it was. I watch in horror as a handful of blank faced muggles are striked in the chest with green magic, I watch as the rest of the party runs away from Tom’s anger. Bellatrix Lestrange is struck in the face by a well aimed Avada Kedavra, her mask is knocked off as her last moments of life are filled with a bewildered look, confused at her masters raw anger. Dolohov is struck next as he tries to hide behind a group of crying witches. I watch as Riddle walks towards the throne, his eyes never leave mine as he contintues to strike any living being in his radius. Many finally remember that they are wizards and apparate from the massacare. I observe in silence at the many bodies that lay dead on the checkered floor. Fenir lays strewn near some muggle he was consuming in drunken delight, Percy is laying with his horn rimmed glasses askew, his eyes glassy like the rest, McNair, Rabastan Lestrange, and Pansy Parkinson are a few of the unlucky that were hit with Riddle’s curses. I stifle a cry as I view Theodore Nott trying to save his unborn baby knowing that it was too late, they were gone.
There are over thirty bodies strewn across the Halloween ball before Riddle finally reaches me. I rise when he finally stands in front of me. He is frightening with his billows of dark magic and ragged black wings. I raise my head in defiance as tears streak freely down my face. Riddle stares at me with eyes as black as Hell itself as he reaches for my throat violently. I gasp for breath but never take my eyes from his, the screaming and wailing are all gone now, the only living beings are Riddle and I in this room of death. Bodies are littered across the floor in a mocking way.
Riddle grabs my wings and rips them from my back and I scream in pain at the sensation. I whimper as I continue to stare at his unconstrained power. He was a monster…no he was a devil and I knew now that no matter what I needed to bind him away from this Earth… he was pure evil and needed to be dealt with.
We stand there for what seems like minutes, his hand was till squeezing my throat in a death grip and I was starting to lose unconsciousness. My sight was starting to blacken but I still stared at him.
“ Hermione what will I ever do with you?”, Riddle says softly, though his demeanor said anything but.
“ Do…your…worse…master” , I spit at him before he apparates us from the macabre scene.
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Riddle has apparated us directly to his ancestors home, he drags me by my long hair violently before heading towards the upper floor. I try and fight as he drags me down the corridor, I have never been up here before and I’m scared as to where he was taking me. Before long we arrive at a black door that he opens magically before wrenching my ivy wand from my grasp and throwing me onto a large bed. I yell at his rough handling before whimpering and sliding to the very end of the bed, trying to put as much space between me and the dark wizard.
I quickly observe my new prison, the room is devoid of everything but a bed and a blacked out window that let in slivers of moonlight. I snap my eyes back to Riddle’s inky black eyes, His horns and wings gave him an eerie look, an angel of death. I continue to breath raggedly as I wait for torment.
“ Hermione you will stay here until I grow tired of your absence, you will stay here and rot if it takes that long for you to understand that I am your master and you will never defy me again.”, Riddle stares at my tear stricken face before heading towards the door and violently slamming it shut and leaving me in darkness.
I breathe slowly before going to the corner of the room and crying myself to sleep.
He was an utter monster.
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