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Prisms of Darkness	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 34497 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful beta, Lildaani!
Chapter 3
The darkness in the room wrapped around her eyes as if she was blindfolded. She felt like a wounded lioness, lying on the ground, wearing pieces of rags on her body.

“Fit for a filthy little Mudblood like you,” Bellatrix Lestrange had spat out the first day Hermione Granger had been thrown into this cage.

The vindictive woman’s words dripped of hatred, her scent of envy. Bellatrix was wrapped completely in the color of the House of Slytherin. She was surrounded by a green world of jealousy and left with nothing but spite and vengefulness.

For a whole month, Hermione had been tortured by one of Lord Voldemort’s favorite Death Eaters. It was a game Bellatrix relentlessly played. As long as Hermione still held on to her sanity, Bellatrix was not going to stop inflicting pain on the bane of her existence.

“He never notices me because of you. You’re nothing but a filthy Mudblood, but all he thinks about is you,” Bellatrix snarled as she kept the Cruciatus Curse on Hermione.

Was he really thinking about her?

A sardonic smile appeared on her face as she looked in the Bellatrix's direction, even though every single cell in her body felt as if it was being ripped apart.

She was the luckier one of the two then. Although Bellatrix was free, the Dark Lord’s thoughts were still not on her.

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Sometimes, she wished that Bellatrix would just kill her already. In some of her dreams, when she finally fell asleep, she would dream about the infamous flash of green light and she would wake up with a smile on her face, only to find that she was still alive for another day.

She could feel the impatience from Bellatrix’s words, annoyed by the fact that Hermione was not insane yet.

“It just goes to prove that Mudbloods are like cockroaches. You try to kill them but they just don’t bend.”

Hermione could hear the irritation behind those mocking words. A smile appeared on her lips as she acknowledged that Bellatrix was probably having an even harder time than she was. It was ironic how the one who wanted to torture someone ended up being the one persecuted.

It also surprised her that Bellatrix never bothered to illuminate the room.

Wouldn’t it give her more satisfaction to see me in pain? Hermione had initially thought.

Nevertheless, only darkness surrounded her as her screams ripped through the vacancy of the room.

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Rodolphus Lestrange was never a kind man. It was a fact that was known by everyone. Similar to how humans needed water to survive, Rodolphus needed to inflict pain on others to live. Oh yes. He and Bellatrix were known for their abilities to administer the Cruciatus Curse, second only to Lord Voldemort himself.

That was precisely the reason why Hermione was surprised the first time he appeared in the room, cast a Scouring Charm on her, and healed her wounds. She had no idea why he was expressing motions of kindness towards her when she was, in the eyes of the Death Eaters, worse than filth on the ground.

Nevertheless, she thanked him gently whenever he appeared and he always answered with his usual unreadable expression. He never said anything while he was in the room, although Hermione would have been more than happy to hear someone else talk to her. It had been a while since she had had a proper conversation with someone, since the only tone of voice Bellatrix used on her were screams and snarls.

She tried to ask him questions, but they were never answered. Rodolphus only stared at her quietly as she swallowed the small portions of food he would bring her on his visits.

Despite her frustration, for once in her life, Hermione viewed a Death Eater as a beacon of bright light in a suffocating forest of green.

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She no longer counted the number of days. It was impossible to know when it was morning or when it was night unless someone opened the door to her cage.

Sometimes, she found herself screaming into the darkness. Perhaps Bellatrix was getting her wish soon. Just maybe, Hermione Granger was about to go insane.

It was right when she was at the brink of breaking down. It was absurd since she never believed in the sixth sense or fortune-telling rubbish. Nevertheless, she knew. She knew he was coming.

An ominous black aura disrupted the never-ending ocean of green that surrounded her and Bellatrix.

And she knew she was correct when Bellatrix became increasingly frantic. She was not as composed as she usually was as she cast different spells around the room to conceal noises made within it.

“You’re not going back to his side. You’re not going back to him,” she chanted nervously as she continued to put up every single ward she knew.

Hermione approximated where Bellatrix was and watched her, imagining her anxious moves. It might have been funny in other cases but all Hermione felt was sadness towards the Death Eater.

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She knew it was him before the door opened. His presence was too dominating to be missed, even if she couldn't see him.

He walked over to her and picked her up gently before Apparating back to the mansion they were living in before.

He did not ask her what happened while he healed her injuries.

“Bellatrix?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

He looked at her quietly, taking in her features which had taken on a ghostly touch to it due to lack of proper meals.

“She is no longer your concern,” he answered after he scrutinized her for a while.

As he watched her drink the bowl of soup the House-elf had brought to her, Hermione wondered if the sudden scream she just heard was simply her imagination.

Or was she really hearing the cries of Bellatrix Lestrange, who was plunging even deeper into the sea of jealousy?
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