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I knew our plan on Halloween would hold dire consequences, I knew that Tom would not allow such a disrespect to his persons, in his own domain at that. Yet, I did know that I would still be in this fucking confinement he banished me too. I’ve lost count to how many days I’ve been in this darkened room, after a week of not seeing Tom I knew he was enraged still. After forty days I stopped marking the passing on my bed post, what did it matter anyways? I was immortal and could be prisoned here for years before my cruel master released me. The first week I destroyed my room every night, I would unleash my fae magic and a foliage of twisted trees and gnarled weeds would cover the small room; like a dark forest of grief that matched my heart. Yet every morning the room would be magically restored to the first night I was banished here, and it enraged me. Riddle would not even give me the satisfaction of destroying my new home. Twice a day a door would appear under the darkened window, allowing me to relieve myself and bathe in large silver claw tub. I would submerge myself in cold water until my lungs would burn and I finally would gasp for air in anger… I couldn’t die and it was infuriating.
I yearned for my wand, my fae magick would crackle violently beneath my skin as if it too craved for the missing part of my magic. I was not even allowed freedom in my dreams, they were filled with darkness. Somehow this cursed room stopped my astral travel to Harry and the gang who were safe in my father’s lands. I was losing myself slowly but surely and I feared the outcome. I was starting to not care about anything, not even my freedom.
Hodgy would bring me three meals around the same time, the high blackened window would let in little light, but it was enough to differentiate morning from night. Every time she would appear I would beg for her to talk to me, to bring me something to read, anything I would take any mental stimulation besides my battered thoughts. Every time Hodgy would drop off my substance, it was always grand meals fit for a queen, as if Riddle was continuing to mock my circumstances. Hodgy would not talk to me, I could tell she wanted to and it hurt her physically to say nothing, I would beg her to tell me if my boarding school was fairing okay, I knew that Riddle would keep his promise and would not harm the children, I also knew that McGonagall and Lupin could handle the school, but still I was worried. I wasn’t mad at her for I knew she was ordered by Riddle to say nothing to me, another form of punishment I presume. This did not stop me from taking my anger out on her however, every meal she gave me I would refuse to eat, I would throw it against the softly painted walls in rage. I would starve before I ate his food, yet my immortal body would not let me waste away like I wanted. I was full of energy that only unleashing my fae magick would tire me to a sedated form.

Three Months Later.
January.
I was in limbo, this was what it must feel like. I was unsure of how much time has passed. I was assuming atleast a few months. Riddle has still not shown his face and I was pass caring. I just wanted sunlight and the feel of cooling winds throughout my hair. I could feel his dark magic at times, as if he was on the other side of the door. At those moments I would scream obscenities, violently banging on the door until my hands bled. I would scream that I hated him and wished for him to drop dead, that he was a weak wizard with no soul. Nothing worked, however, he would not free me from this confinement.
Currently, I was submerged in my nightly ritual of an ice-cold bath, the only thing that gave me feeling anymore. I was lost in my dark thoughts as I imagined this was how those felt in Azkaban, devoid of hope just living each day into the next, like a blurred painting that held no sense anymore. I must of fell asleep floating in the waters because I awake to a black stone platform, I knew I was dreaming, but it was different then my usually dark dreams of utter nothing. I was completely naked, and my hair was soaking wet. I arise in and take in my surroundings in wonder. Before me is my own self, however she is beautiful in a shimmering gold gown of blinding light. I knew she wasn’t me, at least not my former self for even though I had no mirrors in my prison I could see that I was changed, my skin was duller, and my swirls have stopped glowing, they were like matte paint across my skin. I carefully approach myself with not much care.
“ Where am I?”, I say softly as I take in my surroundings. Black smoke was what covered the entire area where I stood staring at a healthier self.
“ You are in a dream state little Hermione, A place between everywhere and nowhere. I haven’t much time before this memory is gone so listen.”, says myself. She approaches me and puts her warm hand onto my cheek. I continue to stare stoically. I have finally lost my mind I decide.
“ You are not crazy Hermione, you are still quite strong. I am your future self and have sent this memory months ago to prepare you.”, her voice is quite distant as if I was still submerged under water. She grabs my hand before staring at me with molten eyes of golden lava.
“ Hermione you must understand that this will make you stronger, you needed these months of imprisonment to understand that you will always love Tom but he will not be changed, Infact he will worsen my love. I cannot say much or time may change worse then it is in our future. I am here to free you, you must go to the Unseelie door beneath Slytherin’s home. There you must open yourself to the dark powers there” , she contintues to hold my hand and I feel warmth leech from my apparent self into my cold tired form.
“ There you will lose a part of yourself, the part that makes you weak, I understand that you are confused but trust me you need to go…it’s the only way in the future to save your friends from death…all of them, Hermione. Go now, I have given you the power to open the door to your prison and the powers from your collar are weakened for some time, not much but enough to go to the rune door You will not have much time before Tom will be back.”, my future self urges me and it’s then that I notice her bare neck.
“ When…when do I lose the collar?’, I quietly croak, not caring if this was a dream or not, it gave me a trickle of hope.
My future self just smiles softly before shaking her head.
“ I cannot tell you, you must figure it out on your own my dear…remember to love Tom, although he is your opposite in every way he does care for you, in his own twisted way. You must remember to love him because in the future he is much worse, an entity of surmountable power, I fear he will be lost to the new darkness that binds him.. . I must go now, this memory has served it’s purpose.”, My future self turns towards the black smog.
“ Wait!”, I yell and she turns around in a knowing way.
“ Yes, you will be successful in changing Riddle fae and binding him to our fathers lands, no matter how many times I have gone back to try and change this…it never happens…goodbye.”

I rise from the cold waters in shock as I gasp for precious air.
Something was different, I faintly remember a dream unlike the many I have had before… something important, yet the dream slips away like water through cracked porcelain… forever gone
I arise from the freezing waters and grab the warm towel on the ledge before wrapping myself tightly and heading towards the room. Something was different, I felt red hot power beneath my palms. It felt like I needed to release it. I go to the heavy black oak door and place both palms to the door before feeling an intense vibration that jars my bones. The door to my prison slowly starts to burn to ash, as if I had the power of fire. I stare at the opened entrance is shock.
Where did this power come from?
It’s gone however, the intense heat I felt beneath my palms has vanished as I stare at the outside for the first time in months. I weep with joy as I step through the burnt door. I clutch the towel tighter as my body takes me pass the floors to the pantry door in no time, as if my body was once again entranced. The wards are no struggle for me as I wrench the trap door open and descend beneath towards the cooled earth packed ground below.

The metal door is exactly how it was before, cold and evil. I run my hands over the undeciphered runes before placing my hands on the cold metal. I jump slightly as I hear hundreds of voices whisper
“ Princess of summer give me your blood in return for powers unknown to you, beware for you will not be the same, innocence will be lost, but great power comes great sacrifice…give me your summer blood”
I stare with black eyes as an obsidian dagger appears on the ground before me. I grab it before staring back at the metal door. It was calling for me, as if yearning for my hot blood to warm it. I wince slightly as the sharp knife cuts my left hand effortlessly. The only sound is the steady rhythm of my blood dripping to the earth below, the dirt greedily drinks my blood and dark red flowers appear. I hesitate slightly before feeling Riddle’s powers from his chamber, as if he finally knew I wasn’t trapped anymore. He felt angered and scared…

“ I will not go back” , I say to no one before placing my blood soaked hand onto the metal door. Instantly the door goes from ice cold to an intense blinding heat.
“ Yesssssss, come to us summer princess ”, the hundreds of voices echo in glee. I watch as the door opens and I step through completely tranced.

I’m shaken from my thoughts when I feel Hermione’s powers. She was not in her prison and seemed to be roaming my ancestors home. I quickly apparate from the death eater meeting I was holding. My anger from the Halloween ball was quite taxing, I lost many valuable purebloods to my anger, mostly Bellatrix and Dolohov who were great soldiers in my army, yet I cared not for their lives right now. I was worried about Hermione. I was foolish to have kept her trapped for so long, but I did not know how to control her and could not have her defying me in front of my subjects.
I apparate to the pantry where I knew she was, the wards I constructed have been easily destroyed and I quickly climb beneath. I am greeted with a chilling scene. The Unseelie door was open and red flowers were scattered in patterns of blood.
“ Hermione?”, I say, worry etched throughout my voice.
What has the infuriating lioness done now?
I try to walk through the dark portal however I am constricted from entering, as if a strong power was holding me back. I growl in frustration as I unleash a series of powerful curses towards the opening. Nothing works, and I grow frightened, a feeling I was not used too.
“ Let me in you cursed door” , I mutter in fury.
“ You are not fae so you shall not be granted entrance… I have tasted your blood before however, thousands of years ago your trickster ancestor Salazar gave his blood, I care not to taste it again. I have your princess here however. She will be returned after she gives me her innocence. You will wait until then powerful snake”, voices whisper back to me, hundreds of dark voices that do nothing but worsen my fear.
What did she do?

I continue to blast every known spell in my numerous arsenal of knowledge, yet nothing works so I wait in fear for Hermione to return. I will never keep her from my sight again, she was too unpredictable, did she not know how dark this door was? What was wrong with the brash Gryffindor? I knew it was because of me and I was sick at the idea of losing her to this…to this evil…. an evil way worse then mine. It was primordial it was.
I call forth Severus and moments later he arrives, bowing before staring at awe at the opened door.
“ My lord, you found a way to open it?”, says Severus as he tries to enter through. He’s not allowed like me.
“ I didn’t open the door…somehow Hermione did and shes on the other side. Merlin knows what is happening to her right now Severus.”, I say darkly as I continue to try and blast the invisible power holding us back.
“ My Lord, she may not come back, who knows where this door leads too. Should I send more help?” he says fearfully. I knew he cared for Hermione, having been a professor to the brilliant woman for years, yet I did not know how much he held until now
“ If I cannot do anything, then no one will…we must wait and hope the princess is strong enough to return”

I vowed to never let her out of my sight again.

“ What must I give you for power?”, I ask quietly.
I have entered a circular room of dirty mirrors, each one depicted myself however the eyes were different… they were silver. Cold evil silver that gave my form a horrible look of depravity.
“ A promise, that is all offspring of Oberon, you can surely give us that?” , says the many faces of me. I shiver at the cold here, it was unsettling, deep bone chilling cold and I wrap my towel closer to my shivering frame.
“ What are you?” , I ask fearfully, already knowing the question.
“ We are many my dear, Unseelie gods from even before you father’s time. We have been trapped in these mirrors by your father and Salazar thousands of years ago and we yearn to return to our own lands…promise us that you will unleash us when the time comes. You will know when that time comes…many years from now. It will only feel like days to us however… we have waited so long for your return. Promise that you will release us and serve as a chalice for us…it’s they only way to save your friends from death…would you like to see them, my dear?”
“ My friends are safe, Unseelie.” I say as my breath pools out in tufts of frozen air. It was so cold here. The mirrored versions of me do not like my answer and the air becomes more frigid.
“ You do not know the future! We will show you!”
I am dragged towards the mirror before me and before I can hold on to any leverage I am dragged into the frozen mirror.

I’m staring at Luna, Ron, Neville, Draco, Blaise, and Harry. They are dead, no blood covers their faces however they are in a snowy forest like my father’s lands. Their bodies are decomposing, their fingers were black, and their eyes were open staring at the starry sky in blank reverence. I instantly cry out as I run to the grouping of their bodies. Sprawled out in a circle on death. I try and shake them awake as their stiff bodies do not give away. Luna and Neville are in a tight embrace and Harry is clutching the ragged journal I gave him, as if its been years since they stepped through the portal. Where was Ginny I wonder? Maybe she escaped?
I cry as I try to shake the image of Draco’s severely decomposed face from my visage.

“ They die helping you princess... I will not say how however, just know it’s very painful” , says a scratchy voice. I turn around and scream at the image before me. It’s me however I am different, my skin is black and littered with silver, like veins that cover my skin delicately. My hair is pulled into a high pony tail and I’m completely naked in the snow. It’s my face that was the worst, my eyes were silver and full of evil. I shiver at my visage… I was horrific.
The silvered version of myself circles me and my dead friends, laughing slightly at Blaise’s ill attempts at trying to run away from the circle of death.
“ You can save them my dear, we will give you the gift of life, however you must give yours in return. We require a body and you will give yours or watch your loves ones die in the most horrific way…you have many years before you need worry about that my dear”
I stare at my friends once more before staring at my silver self. Without my friends…who sacrificed their lives to help me…what did I have to live for anyways? I wipe my frozen tears before rising and facing my smiling form.
“ I accept” I say clearly.
“ Excellent my dear, hold still…this will hurt.” says the devilish form of myself, she saunters over to me before slamming her silver claws into my ribcage. The pain in indescribable, as if my whole body is frozen from the inside out. I stare in absolute pain as the creature before me laughs at my discomfort.
“ You will not remember this summer princess, however you will know when to use your new powers. we look forward to our new body, take care of it…until then princess,”
I finally succumb from the pain before awaking in the room of mirrors alone.

“ My Lord, I do not think she’s coming back”, says Severus darkly and I crucio him.
“ Silence fool, Hermione is strong…she will return” , I mutter as Severus silently takes my torment before rising and bowing in apology.
I notice her magic before seeing her form walk slowly back to the portal. She was limping and was clothed in a tattered bath towel. She stares directly at me with blank eyes, there was what seemed like silver blood dripping from her mouth and eyes. She walks through the portal and collapse into my arms. She was freezing, her golden fingers and toes were tinged blue, and her plump lips were purple.
“ My lioness…what did you do?” I mutter as I warm her magically. It doesn’t help.
“ Tom…I don’t remember…I don’t remember… don’t touch me” , she mutters before passing out.
The door closes but not before I hear haunting laughter from within.
“Severus send for help immediately.” I say before I apparate her to our bed chamber.

“ Hermione, I will never let anything like this happen to you again…I am sorry my love” , I say stoically as I try and warm her cold body.
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