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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
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- 27-Ch 27
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- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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She looked around and it was
dark.� Dark dark dark everywhere. �

She felt neither hot nor cold but
was filled with a terrible aching emptiness and fear. �She realised she was naked and tried to cover
herself up.�

Without warning, arms reached around her, taking her by the wrists and
uncovering her and she whirled her head around trying to see who it was.�� Rodolphus pressed
his body against her back.. wrapping
his own arms around her middle and laying his head next to hers.�

�Don�t panic, pet.� Its only me.��

And indeed she was overwhelmingly relieved.� She turned in his arms and threw her arms
around him, laying her head against his chest.�

�Help!� I dont know where I
am!� she whimpered.�

He turned his face toward hers, leaning his cheek against her forehead and
gravelling softly �Shhh... I know..� They took you.� I�ve been chasing you all night.� But now I can�t find you.� You feel scattered.� What happened?��

She thought about what she last
remembered.� �Harry�s alive!� she blurted,
shocked.� �I saw him!�

�Rodolphus shifted
against her uneasily.� �Do you still care
for me, pet?�� he
asked hollowly. �Do you want to come back to me?��

She looked up at him.� There was nothing
else here in the complete dark.� No
light, but she could still see every feature perfectly.� �Yes� she whispered.�

His tensed body softened slightly
and he wrapped his arms around her more tightly.� �and the Dark Lord..?� Snape?�� he asked.� The thought hit her like a hammer.� Oh no!�
Tom would be so worried! �She had
to go home!� She said she wouldn�t leave
him alone.��

�Tom..� Rodolphus snorted
amused, his lips twisting into a grin.�
�Oh he�ll just love it when I
get to call him that when I tell him about this.�� Hermione scowled, but she found it a little
amusing too.�

�Tell him I�m sorry.� I couldn�t get
away.� Draco made me take the portkeys first.� I dont know where I am.�

I.. think I�m ok.�
....Harry... stupefied
me.��

She didn�t know how she felt about
anything right now.� How was Harry
alive?� Did the Dark Lord know?� She scoffed.�

Of course he knew.� He knew
everything.� He always knew.� So clearly
he�d lied to her, blatantly, repeatedly.�

God she was an idiot.�

�Did he really take me at the
battle?�� she
asked Rodolphus.�
The vampire hesitated.�

After a tense minute he
answered.� �The Dark Lord has given me
permission to tell you the truth, in light of the fact that saint Potter will no doubt try to twist
you around to his perspective..�

�There was no battle for Hogwarts.��

�The Dark Lord drew the order to Hogsmeade,
warded the township in and then took Hogwarts without a fight.� Not a single student died inside the grounds.��

�You were among the order at Hogsmeade.� Most of them escaped with portkeys
but he had sent a whole cadre after you.�
That much is true.�

Your portkey failed.�
Avery took you.� The Dark Lord
modified your memory slightly, changing the location of the skirmish to
Hogwarts grounds. ��

He lied about the end of the battle.� He
never met Potter.� The Dark Lord was not
even present, he was at Hogwarts in the headmaster�s
chambers at the time.�

The teachers that remained at the school and did not go to the fight are
teaching still but the school is sealed and no one may enter or leave until the
remaining aurors and members of the order are rounded
up.��

Hermione listened.� She felt..disappointed.� She should be ecstatic..
relieved.. jubilant that
Harry was alive.. that Ron ..and
who knew how many others were all alive and well.. that
the light had apparently not fallen..
There was still hope..

Instead she felt a strange dull disappointment. �

The Dark Lord had lied to her about..everything.. �

�The ministry fell � The country
is under the Dark Lord�s control.� He has
signed agreements with the governing bodies of the wizarding world across
Europe and the Americas.� They have
recognised him as the legitimate ruler of the United kingdom.
�� Rodolphus
stopped.�

He nuzzled her.. �I can�t smell you, pet.��

He snaked out his tongue and traced the corner of her
eye up to her eyebrow.� �can�t taste you..��

If you can�t get away from them you�re going to get sick.��

She clutched at him more
tightly.� �How long?�� he was silent.�

�How long, Rodolphus?� she asked more firmly.�

�A few weeks� he muttered
grimly.� �Perhaps a month at most��

She began to feel strange.� Her fingers felt numb.�

�What�s happening�� she whispered. Rodolphus looked at her sadly.�

�They�re waking you.� I can�t hold you here.� Be strong pet.� Like you were in the
initiation.� Don�t let them turn
you around.� Remember the ones you
love.� Remember me too.�� She felt him melting away, her hands
clutching at nothing.�

Hermione turned and felt hands
shaking her roughly.� �wha?� she cracked her eyes and
peered up at angry faces.�

Unexpected faces.�

Kingsley Shacklebolt was shaking her, wearing a hard
expression.� Behind him
stood Arthur Weasley, Draco, Harry and Moody.�

Harry looked concerned and a bit disbelieving.�
Draco, in contrast, looked guarded and afraid, as if she would leap up
and strangle him at any second.� The
others wore hard and resolute expressions..

She looked down and realised that
the leather underwear she had arrived in were gone and she was wearing a tight white
cotton singlet and skintight black stretch boxers.� Comfortable enough but thin
and revealing.� �

She felt even more vulnerable than she had in the leather kit. �A voluminous flannel nightdress would have
been nicer.�

Or a robe.� Or
jeans or or..

�wh-what�s going on?� she
asked quietly.�

�Why don�t you tell us, Miss Granger�, moody tossed at
her.� �Young Malfoy and Ronald Weasley
have told us a lot of disturbing things and we need to know how you came to be
in an initiation ceremony before you know who, about to plunge a blade into
your best friends gut.� Start at the
beginning!��

Hermione gulped and looked from
face to face.� There didn�t seem to be
any possibility of evasion on any of them.�

Harry was looking at her strangely.�

It felt like a physical pain inside her to realise that all those times she�d
felt like she was betraying him and told herself it didn�t matter because he
was dead, he actually wasn�t and she really was.�� The weight of it was suffocating.�

She�d kissed..
far more than kissed in fact.. the
Dark Lord.� She�d saved his life!� She�d healed him!� He was now far stronger than before and it was her fault.�

She�d..� oh god..� Ginny.� She couldn�t tell them.� She couldn�t.� They�d never understand any of it.� Not even Rodolphus.�

She was doomed.� She would be thrown in a
cell and left to die in a months.��

She shook her head numbly.�

�It wasn�t a request Miss
Granger.� You are going to tell us everything that happened since the battle of Hogsmeade.� These saps think that you�ll just open up and
talk and there�ll be a reasonable explanation for everything.� I�d rather give you veritaserum now � it will save time when we eventually catch you out in
a lie.��

Hermione�s eyes widened.�

�I can�t!..
I can�t..� Don�t
make me!� she pled desperately.� Looks
were exchanged among the men.�

�I thought Harry was dead!� I thought everyone was dead!� He told me all about how he killed you Harry.. he showed me bodies.. I thought the world had ended!��

Moody stepped forward.� �Right, I�ve heard enough of this.� Hold her down Shacklebolt.��

Hermione panicked and rolled away
from him, leaping up and off the end of the bed, skirting the wall around
Arthur, who was standing there shocked and unreactive.

She got to the door and pulled on it frantically but ineffectually before
spinning and putting her back against it, wide eyed.�

�Just let me go!� Please!�
I�ll die here!� Or worse.. He�ll use me to find this place.��

These suggestions seemed to shake
everyone in the room except Draco who gestured in a very �I told you so�
manner.�

�It�s too late to save her, Potter� he sneered.�
�You�d be better to put her down.�
Merlin knows why the Dark Lord wants her back so badly.�� The whole town is overrun with death eaters
already��

�Malfoy!� Arthur hissed angrily.�

Harry looked around at the others and then back at Hermione.� �Oh Mione..� he
sighed.� �Please..
talk to
me..� help me
understand what�s happened.� I�m sorry! �
I couldn�t get to you sooner.� But it can�t
be that bad.. it can�t be.�

Tell me what he�s done and we�ll find a way to fix it.��

Draco looked at him like he was
insane.� �You can�t fix her!� Are you mad?!
You didn�t see it!� I�m serious � she just took every curse we
threw at her in silence.� Not a whimper.� Burning, branding, flaying, whipping, I cruciated her and she didn�t so much as squeak.�

And the things she said to the Dark
Lord.. She sliced the weasel up and enjoyed it.� Get a pensieve � I�ll
show you the damned memory!� It�s too
late for Granger, Potter.� Look at her
eyes!� She looks like aunt Bellatrix!��

Hermione wrinkled her forehead at
that, hurt.� She looked like Bellatrix Lestrange?� No she
didn�t!� That was just cruel.�

She was nothing like Bellatrix.�

Well.. ok.� Apart from the obsessive and probably irrational affection for the lying, psychopathic,
horribly attractive Dark Lord perhaps.�

But otherwise not!��

She let herself slide down the door till she was braced against it, her knees
against her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, looking back at the men
in the room despairingly.�

�I�m not like her!� You�re more like her than I am Draco.� You
were the one cursing me.� You
used the unforgiveable.�

He told me that if I made a sound
he�d kill... someone..I didn�t want to die.� So I stayed silent..
no matter what.��

And that knife belonged to your father
before he gave it to me.� He cut me into
bloody ribbons with it.�

I�m not going to tell you what he wanted to
do with it but the few little paper-cuts I gave Ron were nothing. �I didn�t even try
to really hurt him.��

�I had to do it.. he told me
to do it..

if I didnt...

�Look!.. sometimes resisting
is noble and the higher road.. but sometimes you just
can�t win.� It�s better not to make it
any worse than it is!� I learned that
there.�

Remus told me not to be noble.� He said to choose my skin over my pride.� He looked like he knew from experience.��

Harry seemed to jump at the
mention of Remus.�
�You saw him?� When?� How was he?�
Where was he?��

She grimaced.� �I saw him a few days after I woke up
there.� I don�t know where he was.� The Dark Lord took me to see him. It was
night.� The woods
somewhere.� He is part of Fenrir Greyback�s pack now.. or he was.� He looked rough.� Afraid.� He hugged me.�
He told me not to try to help him.��

She winced, remembering Ginny again.�

As if demons of inspiration had
tapped him on the shoulder Harry asked now hesitantly� �and Ginny?� Did you see Ginny?� Ron and Draco were looking for her too but
they didn�t see her��

Hermione shook her head
frantically.� �No! no!� I didn�t see her!� I don�t know!� She ducked her head into her
knees and clutched herself tightly.�

She jumped a foot when she felt a
hand on her shoulder and glanced up to find Harry was kneeling beside her.�

�It�s ok!� You�re safe, Mione.� Nobody is going to hurt you here.��

In the background she saw Moody and Kingsley exchange a look.� Draco saw them too and looked at her uneasily,
shifting from foot to foot.��

Harry was stroking her shoulder
reassuringly.� �I want to talk to her
alone� he said quietly.� The room erupted
into dissention.�

�Potter! you can�t trust her�
�I really think, Harry � � �Under no
circumstance� �Are you a fool, boy?!��

Harry turned a cold eye upon them
and they stilled.�

Hermione shivered.� He looked..so different.. like that.� Not like himself at all.� He looked like.. like Tom..�

�Leave.� Harry said quietly, and a
moment later he had slipped his arms under her and behind her and scooped her
up effortlessly, lifting her away from the door.�

The others all wore similar
expressions of shock and disapproval but.. astoundingly.. they departed
without a word of argument.�

She looked at Harry now, really looked.�
He seemed changed.� His hair was
slightly longer perhaps.� It wasn�t
anything obvious.��

His arms around her were strong.� He
seemed.. sure of himself in a
way he hadn�t been when she last saw him. ��

He walked to the bed, but instead
of letting her down upon it, he turned and sat himself down against the wall,
still holding her in his lap.� Then he
sighed and took his arm from under her knees, wrapping it around her and
holding her close..�

�I was so scared he�d kill you,
Mione. �Everyone told me you were
probably dead.� But I couldn�t just give
up..couldn�t accept that I�d never know..�

I�m sorry it took so long.� If I hadn�t
been so unsure I�d have done..more.. somehow.� Come up with a better plan.��

She looked up at him uncertainly.� She should feel warm and safe.. comforted.. home..
but instead she felt..scared.� A low trembling terror in
the pit of her stomach.�

Something was wrong with Harry.� He felt.. wrong..� He felt..like Tom
but..but somehow even worse � was that even possible?� It was certainly a crazy thought!�� It was just this.. feeling..� this.. alert..panic.��

He hadn�t let her go.� His hand was stroking her back now and he
looked down at her with a quiet pensive seriousness.�

�Its ok,
Harry� she said hollowly.� �I�m sorry
too.� I never should have believed the
lies he told me.. showed
me.�

I thought at the time that it couldn�t
be true.� I thought..
I thought I could still feel you somehow.� �She trailed off, uneasily. �

His hand on her back had started to play with her bloody matted hair.� She grimaced.�

The blood sticking her curls into hard sticky plasticky strands didnt seem
to bother him at all.�

He looked at her expression.� �It�s your
blood, isn�t it?�

After some hesitation she
nodded.�

�Well then..
What difference does it make?� Inside, outside.� It�s
in the same general location as it was..�� He smiled as if this were amusing.� She felt her insides turn to ice.�

�Harry..��

She felt his fingers slipping
through her curls to brush the back of her neck in a way she found strangely
familiar.�

�Mmm?� he hummed absently.�

�What are you doing?��

He looked down at her again, his
green eyes half hooded�

�I missed you Hermione.� I didn�t realise how important you were to me
until you were suddenly gone.�

I�ve thought about you so often since then.�
..I don�t really care what you did or how you changed there.� I�m just..glad
you�re back.� I�m not going to let him
take you again!��

Harry�s fingers in her hair tightened and he turned her face toward him gently
but firmly.� His eyes were like emerald
stones.� Cold and
glassy. �There was no compassion
on his face at all, just possession, desire..power.�

�Tell me you love me, Mione!� he
whispered.� �Tell me you�ll never leave
me again!� It�s all you have to do and I�ll
protect you!� I won�t let them
interrogate you.. or hurt you
at all..� I�ll keep you safe��

Hermione�s eyes widened and the
panic inside her barely restrained broke out like a wildfire.� �Harry??!� she whimpered, frightened.� �Please stop it.. you�re scaring me!��

His expression darkened.� �I�m �scaring you?�� You�ve been in Voldemort�s pocket for over a
month doing Merlin knows what and you�re scared of me?!�� He brushed his hand
over her cheek, sweeping aside her hair.�
Then he looked at it with a mild frown of irritation and flicked his
fingers. �She felt a cleaning charm
streak through it, the strands falling back glossy and healthy.�

Wandless magic.�

Harry couldn�t even cast silently when she had left..
What had happened to him?!�

She was once again acutely aware of her current squib status.� Harry was acting very strangely and he was
also very powerful.� Everyone here seemed
to obey him.� It was all disturbingly
familiar.�

She had to get out of here.�

More immediately � she had to not
tick him off if she could possibly manage it.��

�Don�t worry, Mione.� I�m not �ticked
off� with you.� I�m not going to hurt
you.� I�m not Him.�

Hermione stiffened as if someone
had inserted a steel rod in her spine.�
Oh god.� Oh god oh god oh
god.� How?!..

She tried not to think but she had never
managed to not think around Voldemort so how the hell would she do it now.�

�Why did he bind your magic, Mione?�
Harry asked softly.�

Internally she screamed and tried
to think of something else.� Counting.. adding numbers.� She focused on adding numbers trying to
ignore the small amused smile Harry wore as he looked down at her
placidly.��

�You forgot to carry the one
there. � he interjected eventually.�

She switched to songs, trying to calm herself.��

�What happened to Ginny, Mione� Harry
suddenly said.� She jolted� in his arms, which clamped down on her
tightly, preventing her from moving away.��

�Dead� her mind screamed.� �deaddeaddead!��

She fought against him frantically and he restrained her

�Shhh shhhh shhh... remember that time
we had marshmallows over the fire when we were camping?� After Ron left?� Just before my birthday you apparated into
that town and almost got caught and we ended up with nothing but sweets.�� And I had never had marshmallows before. You
showed me how to put them on a stick and roast them?�� Harry�s voice was soothing.� She thought of that night.� It had been a good night.� They had both taken off the stupid locket for
a few minutes and hung it on a branch where they could see it.� It felt like a weight was lifted off
them.� Harry had looked at her and his
eyes were so bright.��

Hermione was dragged back to the
present.� Harry�s hands had started
stroking her again, calming her.� She
wasn�t sure it was just his voice and hands.�
She felt.. unusually..
peaceful and relaxed.�

He�d cast something behind her back.� Almost certainly.�

Knowing that didn�t change anything thought.�
She felt.. almost
bonelessly relaxed, sliding down against Harry�s chest.�

He bent his head down and kissed her on the tip of her nose.� �

�I�m sorry, Mione.� I didn�t want to upset you like that.� Let�s go back to why Voldemort bound your
magic��

She wanted to fight but suddenly
she just didn�t have the energy for it anymore.�
She felt warm and relaxed and Harry was holding her so close.� She whispered.� �You�re not going to stop, are you?!� and she
wasn�t sure anymore what she meant.� That
he wasn�t going to stop asking her questions till he had all the answers he
wanted or that he wasn�t going to stop holding her.. keeping her here.. touching
her.��

�What do you think?� he murmured
back, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers fleetingly. �

Somehow it was even more illicit than..�

the thought loomed up in her mind like a tidal wave of
danger.� Harry would find out.� he
would know what she had done!!!� Harry brushed his lips against her again and
she felt him smile.�

�I know that already Mione... I felt it when he ..touched you� He kissed her
lightly..

�when he kissed you..� He kissed her again, a little
harder this time, more insistently. �

�When he tasted you�.. He kissed her hard, nipping her bottom lip at her lack of
response and thrusting his tongue in her mouth when she gasped; exploring her
thoroughly and stroking his wet hot tongue against her own.�

She felt too many emotions at
once. She wanted to struggle but it didn�t seem to be one of her body�s options
right now.�

Harry�s hand smoothed up her jaw
and buried itself in her hair.� He
continued to kiss her, slowly.. hungrily.� She felt an insistent alarm of terror within
her.� Harry was lowering them both to the
bed, sliding out from under her to lie alongside her.��

She felt warm and limp and helpless.� He
released her lips only to trail kisses over her jaw and onto her throat.� If she closed her eyes she could almost...�

�No!� You won�t pretend I�m Him!� Harry drew back and growled at her. �He can�t have you, Mione.� You were mine first.�

Harry�s face looked dark and
forbidding.� He really..
really.. looked a lot like Tom.� Pale.. black hair..

if his eyes were red they could be brothers.�

�Why did you say you�ll die if you
stay here?� Harry asked her unexpectedly.�
Her eyes widened.� Rodolphus!� Her mind
supplied helpfully.� She cursed under her
breath.�

�Rodolphus
Lestrange?� Harry looked confused.� �Bellatrix�s
husband?� What about him?� �

She tried to think nothing but her
memories betrayed her, flicking back to that moment in the dark cell when she
had been pressed so close to him and had given him permission to bite her..The feeling of his sharp teeth plunging into her throat as
her orgasm washed over her.. the
sensation.. the sound
of him slurping and lapping at her blood like a cat.�

�Lestrange
is a vampire?� Harry asked,
astounded.� �Voldemort let him bite you??!��

Her bloody fool mind complied
again.� Idea after idea
trailing on in an irritating stream.�

�No.. he didnt know.. He was angry with
you.�� He wants to kill Rodolphus.� Rodolphus was the one you tried to save at the initiation.. Rodolphus is how he�ll find you
here.�� Harry grinned and almost looked
like the boy he had once been.

�Thats
..useful to know.� Thanks.��

He leaned down again, stretching his arm out on the bed and resting his head on
his hand.� With his other hand he trailed
a finger down her throat slowly.. down
further.. over her breast..�� He curved back and circled around her nipple
over and over until it reacted, standing up.�

�I always wanted to see your breasts, Mione. To touch you..� But..well.. I guess
it just seemed like.. you
were Ron�s girl and I was supposed to date Ginny.� It wouldn�t have been right.�

Now though.. Now Ginny�s gone and Ron�s
..well..you
saw him.� He�s weak.� Its right that you
should be with me.� It should have been
this way from the start.�

Ginny was weak too.� Did you know that
she cheated on me while we were hunting Voldemort�s horcruxes?�

I knew she was a bit fast when I
first considered dating her.. but
she was always so..googly-eyed at me that I thought
she�d never risk sleeping around.� She
slept with Dean, Seamus, Blaine, Cade...probably
others I don�t know of�

Harry�s hand palmed her breast and
squeezed gently.

�You wouldn�t do that, would you,
Mione?� You never gave it to Ron, I know
that.�

It seems you didn�t give it to your vampire either ...Did you give it to Voldemort I wonder?�

Hermione flinched and closed her
eyes, thinking about nursery rhymes, repeating twinkle twinkle
little star.�

Harry�s hand slid over her body to
her other breast and cupped it.� He
stroked her perked nipple with his thumb and then pinched it ever so gently
between thumb and forefinger.� ��

She swallowed fearfully and tried to remain still.� It was almost ...safer..
when he was preoccupied with her body.� At least then he wasn�t interrogating
her.�

�Oh this isn�t interrogation, mione.� This is... �� he hesitated and
smiled a small, unsettling little smile. �This is just me getting to know you
again after we�ve both changed so much.��

She felt a cold shiver rise up her
spine and tried hard not to move a muscle.�
Harry�s finger had wandered down off her �breast and was meandering down her
abdomen, feeling each rib � they were more prominent than they had been when
last she�d looked in a mirror.

He scratched his nails lightly over her abdominal muscles and she flexed them
automatically.�� Harry smiled.

His fingers wandered lower and she heard herself whimper fearfully.� His hand was skating over her mons, down lower.. to her inner thigh.� �Hermione..� he said thickly, his voice betraying his lust.� �I want you.. ��

His eyes slid up her body back to her face, taking in the fear there. ��Tell me you want me too.� he murmured and
there was somehow a vague threat there.

She felt her heart racing. Her lower lip trembled and she bit it, trying to
stay calm, trying to force her body not to shake in fear.�

He raised himself slightly, leaning in and tilting his head to place his mouth
at her ear.� His hot breath tickled and
made her shiver.� She felt his fingers
trailing back up her inner thigh toward her sex.�

�Tell me you want me more than Him� Harry breathed into her ear.�

She felt terror clamp down on her
innards again and Harry�s fingers were sliding over her pussy through the thin
material of the boxers, teasing at her slit.�
There was something.. incestuous
about� it.� Harry.. Harry was Harry.�

�You think of me as a brother, Mione?�
he whispered at her ear and then licked it.�
She felt her face heat in something between shame and anger.

�Stop!� she said with more strength than she felt inside her at this
moment.� She felt Harry smile against her
neck and suck a place just behind her ear that made her feel..
funny.. it was kind of
nice.�

His fingers were pressing more insistently at her pussy.�

�Make me..� he sighed into her ear.�

He chuckled �Oh that�s right.. you
can�t right now, can you?� Why are you a squib right now, Mione?� Why did he bind your magic?�

And like that, the thought rose up
automatically.� She couldn�t push it
back, couldn�t shift her attention elsewhere.�
Her mind answered the question.�
�Because I�m a conduit and he�s worried I�ll kill him - or worse: ruin
his pretty face.��

Harry jerked back as if stung and
looked at her with wide, serious eyes.� �What
does that mean?� A
conduit?� What?� How will you kill him?� What pretty face?��

The Dark Lord�s rejuvenated face
flashed through her mind unbidden.�

Harry blinked, stunned.� �He looks like that now?� How?� You did that?� How, Mione?�
What did you do?!��

Hermione gave up.� There was no point in even trying to keep Harry
out.� He was almost worse than the Dark
Lord.�

�I thought of it, Harry.� That�s all.�
I just thought of it and it happened.�
How will I kill him?� If my magic
wasn�t bound I could..theoretically.. kill him a million different ways.� I could probably make it so he never existed
in the first place, if I tried hard enough.��

�A conduit means that I channel raw magic through myself.� It�s extremely rare.

Only a few cases in thousands of years rare.�

People who can do it tend to be killed before they can..
well.. destroy reality.� I can almost understand why now.� Its.. tempting.. to do whatever you want.��

�Voldemort was the only one who
realised what I was and he watched me for more than a year before he finally
got his hands on me.� He bound me almost
as soon as my ability started to manifest.�

I had...

...it was a strange day.. Severus had legilimated me and he gave me some kind of drug for the
pain i gather but it made me a little.. drunk I suppose.�� And then later Voldemort gave me a snake and
I did something to it.� He was very
excited and wanted me to do it again but instead I made him look like his young
self permanently. ��

He told me later that after I had done it I said I preferred his other
face.� He was afraid I would accidentally
make him look like.. like� �snakeface�
again.� Then he had someone torture me to
see if i could use my ability intentionally and when
I did and managed to free myself, he
bound my magic in case I decided to use it against him.��

�And if anyone else finds out I
can do this... Moody or Kingsley or probably even Arthur,� I don�t know about Draco but probably
him too � if they find out, they�ll kill
me, Harry.� Immediately!� Any pureblood would.� It�s something they�re terrified of!� Someone who can manipulate raw magic is
essentially invincible.��

She smiled sadly.�

�provided of course they can access their magic at
all.� But they won�t mind that.� The slightest chance that anyone could ever
free me would be too much risk for them.�

If you want me dead, go ahead � tell them.�
Watch what happens.��

Harry frowned at her.� �Severus?� he asked obliquely.�

Hermione blinked at him
astounded.� That was the point he�d focus on?�
THAT?!�

She growled.� �yes.� Severus.�
Professor Snape.� The potions
master.� He was there, you know. ��

She turned her head away in irritation.�

Harry held her chin gently and
turned her back.� �Ok..
forget Severus.�� He stared down at her and his eyes clouded
briefly with different emotions. �It doesn�t matter, Hermione.� I won�t tell them.� They�ll never find out.� And you don�t really need your magic.� Not
really.� You can just focus on fields
that don�t require it.� It won�t ever
change how I feel about you.� I�ll always protect you.�� I�ll.. I�ll always love you, Mione.��

She felt a host of different
emotions sock her with that simple phrase.�
It was so familiar. Comforting.�� Harry had told her he loved her dozens of
times before.. but he hadn�t
meant it..like this..�
at least she hadn�t thought so then.� She thought he meant it like she meant it - as
a friend, as a sibling..�

�I�m not your brother.. I never was� he said softly.�

�I always loved you like this.� But now.. now I want you to love me
back�� his eyes hardened slightly.�

�You�ll stay here, Mione.� I�ll keep him
away.� I�ll deal with the vampire and
then he won�t be able to find you.�
You�ll be safe.� You can work on..potions.. or runes or
something.�� Whatever
you like.��

He leaned over her again but
further this time, bracing his fist on the bed at the other side of her head
and swung his leg over her thighs, pulling himself up to straddle her.� �I know
how to make sure nobody hurts you now��

She froze, staring up at him wide
eyed.� His hand darted out and captured
her left wrist.�

She struggled against him weakly, her mind panicking again, as he forced her
arm out into a curve above her head and held it there with one hand while she
pulled at it with all her strength.�

His other hand reached into his robe and drew a wand from his pocket.�

He grinned.�

�not everything works wandlessly��

he
gestured with the wand and for a second he looked like younger Harry, before
his eyes hardened again and he turned his attention to her arm.�

He pressed his wand to the inside of her wrist and she struggled as if he were
about to cut her hand off.�

Her mind was shrieking.� Oh god!�
No!� NO!� This can�t be real.� No.. he�s not going to.� He
can�t.� Nobody can except...��

�I can� Harry said softly.� �but it only works if you accept it�

His lips thinned and his expression grew cold.. cruel..

She did scream then.� She screamed for someone..
anyone to help her.�

�They can�t hear you.� Silencing ward, you know?��

Harry leaned down, his face inches away from her own and growled at her
threateningly.� �Accept it, Mione.� Take my
mark.� You were going to take His.�
Take mine instead.�

I love you.� I�ll always protect
you.� I won�t hurt you like he
would.�

All you have to do is ask for it.. just
five words. � I want your mark Harry.� I
won�t make you beg for it, like He
would have.� You don�t even have to ask � just say �give me your mark, Harry�.�
It�s easy.�

You can do it Mione.� And then it�s all
over.� We can go and have lunch and you
can take a shower and I�ll show you around the place.��

Hermione shook her head frantically.

�No.. please.. Stop, Harry! �Please don�t do this..
you�re not.. You�re not like this..��

Harry growled and looked up at the
ceiling in exasperation.� He seemed to
think for a while.�

He scowled at the thought, whatever it was.�

�Do you want the vampire to
live?�

You would have taken His mark for the
vampire, right?�� If you take mine, I�ll
give you my oath that I�ll bring Lestrange here and
let him live.�

Otherwise I�ll have to lock you up and lure him here and kill him, in order to
keep you alive.��

Hermione clenched her eyes
shut.� Harry was..
worse.. than Voldemort.� Worse
still because he was Harry.. he
had always been her prototype for goodness, bravery, honor.� This was horrible.�

�Take it or leave it, Mione.� It�s my best offer.��

For some reason her mind flashed
back to the day she came back from wherever her mind had been in the
cells.� Lying in the
tall grass, little clouds floating overhead and Tom frantically embracing her,
offering her lions and griffins if she just didn�t leave him again.�

Learning that Severus had poisoned himself and was dying
while they sat there.� The
expression on Tom�s face.. so..
forlorn.. despairing.

�What was that?� Harry asked,
bemused.� �Was that really Him?��
He looked like he was trying to make sense of financial news written in sanscrit.

�He..� He seemed.. sad..�
Harry said uncertainly.� �What
happened?��

Hermione looked up at him.�

She felt sad right now..looking at this Harry.� Maybe that was why the memory had jumped into
her head.�

�He thought he was going to lose everyone
he loved�� she
said very softly.�

Harry glared at her, his eyes
glinting.� �Voldemort doesn�t love, Hermione.� He doesn�t care for anyone but himself.�� Hermione blinked at him and shifted her eyes
away, turning her head to stare at the featureless wall in this empty little
box of a room.�

It was like her cell, she realised, this room.�
It occurred to her that she could
just go away again.� Retreat back inside
and forget all about how terrifying Harry had become and how Tom had lied to
her about everything and everyone else just wanted to torture her or drug her
for information.�

A ringing slap brought her back to
the moment.�

�Hermione!� Pay attention!�� Harry growled at her.� Harry had slapped
her!� She looked up at him looming over
her, feeling shocked and wanting to burst into tears. �

He leaned down over her and his expression was cold and threatening and
absolutely without mercy. �

�You are mine
now.�

I don�t want you thinking about him anymore and you are not going to have any kind of mental breakdown either.�

You ARE going to take my mark one way
or another.�

I�m offering you your bloody vampire.�
That offer is only good for the next five minutes.�

Don�t imagine that anyone is going to come and take you away from here either.� They won�t ever find the way in and I�m not
going to let you go.��

�If you refuse my generous offer
now, I will leave this room and when
I come back it will be with Lestrange and you will
watch me torture him until you beg
for my mark.�

Do.� You.� Understand?!��
He growled out the question from an inch away from her lips.�

She felt suddenly entirely
empty.� Harry really was Lord Voldemort
reincarnated somehow.� Only
worse.�

Rodolphus would get along fine with him, he�d know exactly what the story was already.� Do as I say now, before I make you scream and sob and beg for the opportunity
to do it.�

She nodded slowly.�

�Ok Harry.� I�m sorry.� Please will you give me your mark?�� She whispered tonelessly.�

Harry smiled as if the sun had
come out from behind a very, very,
dark black ominous thundercloud and kissed her lightly on the lips.� �of course, mione.� All you had
to do was ask!��

She felt a burning stinging pain
tear into her wrist like a bracelet and didn�t bother looking.� The pain went on for a while and it was terrible but she breathed and looked
back at Harry steadily. �

He seemed slightly impressed at
her lack of reaction.�

When the pain started to abate he
gripped her limp arm and pulled it toward him, inspecting the fruits of his
labours.�

She could see a ring of flames circling the back of her wrist.� He turned her hand over for her to see the
other side.�

A shield was emblazoned on her
wrist with a phoenix symbol on it.�
Flames flickered all around the back of the shield.�

She watched them, transfixed.� They
actually moved slowly, flickering and shifting like black fire.�

�Isn�t it pretty?� Harry asked,
smirking faintly.� �It�s a nice effect, I
thought.��

She blinked up at him and tried to
force her face into something resembling a smile.�

Harry sighed.� �I guess it�s too soon.�� Don�t worry.�
You�ll get used to it in time.�
You�ll learn to love me again like you used to, Mione.�� I�ll tell everyone you�re ok and that they
don�t need to worry about you.�

You are ok, right?� You wouldn�t hurt any of them?��

She shook her head quickly.�

�No of course you wouldn�t.� I never thought for a minute you would.�� Harry�s smile was dark.�

�They worry too much.��

He turned her hand again and
brought it to his throat, wrapping his fingers around hers and pressing them as
if to encourage her to choke him.� The
thought only crossed her mind for a second and suddenly she was wracked with
pain that felt very much like the
cruciatus. �It faded after only a
second.�

Harry continued as if nothing had happened-�

�and naturally you wouldn�t hurt me
either, Mione.� Silly of them to think
that you might� �he
let her hand drop.�

She stared up at him as if he had
transformed into a cobra and bitten her.�

�Interesting
that you might think that.� He smiled, surprised and obviously
pleased.� He shifted his weight slightly
and then all of a sudden it was like every part of him rapidly rushed toward
the centre and she blinked wide eyed at a large black cobra with piercing green
slitted eyes that coiled heavily on her abdomen, swaying hypnotically.�

A pink tongue tasted the air.� Harry
opened his mouth, revealing long sharp fangs.�

She remained perfectly still as
his head weaved its way down toward her face.�

He brushed against her cheek and she heard him hiss above her ear.� It was.. strangely familiar.�

Harry�s head reared back and he opened his mouth wider, threateningly.� Not supposed to think of him Hermione remembered.� She
shuddered.�

�Sorry.��

The snake Harry nodded at her and
arced down again slowly, till it could flicker its pink tongue over her
lips.�

On a whim she poked her tongue out and the small sharp little tongue darted
out, flickering against it.� It felt cold
and somewhat like wet leather.� She
retracted her tongue again.�

The cobra butted her nose in what would probably be a playful manner if it were
a kitten and not an incredibly poisonous reptile psychopath who might at any
second decide to hurt her.�

The snake drew back and if snakes
could laugh, she imagined that that was what this expression conveyed.�

After a few seconds Harry slid
down off her onto the floor and undulated rapidly to the door where he unfolded
back into human form rapidly.�

He paused, his hand on the door handle, looking back at her.

�I�ll have someone bring you up
some food in a minute and I�ll see to your room.� It shouldn�t take long.� Talk to you later, ok?�� And just like that Harry was back to young,
well-meaning, considerate Harry.�

He opened the door and swaggered out, closing it quietly behind him.��

She lay there for ten seconds or
so and then got up and tried the door handle.�
A painful electric shock when she touched it convinced her that she
would not be leaving that way anytime
soon.� ��

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