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Mortal Souls	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 14134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warnings: story contains; coarse language, violence (torture and murder), blood and gore, explicit lemons. This is going to be a very DARK fic. It's really not suited for those who are gentle at heart and for minors. So be warned.
Author's note: Hey guys! Thanks for continuing to support this story! As a result, you gave an inspiration to make a banner and book cover for this story! So please check out on my profile! The link in the profile is under ''Mortal Souls Banner'' and ''Mortal Souls Book Cover". I would also like to thank theprinceofsuffering for correcting my grammatical errors on the first draft for this chapter! She's such a great help for noticing mistakes that I failed to do in the first place! Thank you so much! So, here's the third chapter. I hope I didn't go overboard in this chapter.
MUST KNOW
*words written in:
Italic - internal monologue
Bold - magical spells/ charms / curses
Bold and Italic - speaking in Parseltounge

"Rennervate."
Hermione jerked awake. It felt like she was doused by a bucket of icy water. The trickling sensation over her weakened limbs lingered as her eyes took in the bleary objects in front of her.
It looked like she was inside the cottage once again.
"Who are you?" an angry drawl came from a figure to her left.
Hermione blinked as she tried to clear her vision. The moment it did, she saw the dark-haired man and grimaced instantaneously.
"Answer me you filthy, mudblood!" the point of his wand was suddenly at her throat. "Who are you?!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed at the epithet. Anger curdled inside her, she tried to move her limbs but found out that they were bound. Her arms and legs were spread from either side of her while she was suspended one foot from the ground in a humiliating manner. It was even more mortifying when she discovered that she wasn't wearing her clothes. The only piece of clothing that she had on her person was her black undergarments.
Hermione flushed crimson at the realization, and at the same time, she was completely outraged. There she was: half-naked, spread in a degrading manner, vulnerable and plus, she was exhausted.
Thus, Hermione decided to ignore the man's question and started to struggle weakly against her invisible bindings.
Apparently, he had seen the faint scar on her arm (courtesy of Bellatrix Lestrange), when he had divested her off her clothes. The thought of being sexually assaulted by this man while she was unconscious made her throat tightened in fear. She prayed that this man wasn't completely pretending to be disgusted by her blood status. Or else she'll have to add rape to her list of worries.
She ceased her struggles when the man, all of a sudden, moved closer to her vulnerable form. He was still tall even when Hermione hovered a foot above the ground. Cold, blue eyes pierced through her. It almost felt like she was being cleaved in two, and Hermione had to tear her gaze hurriedly before her captor could even think of using legillimency while she was still weak to resist.
"I said, who are you mudblood?!" The man barked sharply. She felt his fingers gripping her chin before her gaze was jerk forcefully in his direction.
"I told you. I am no one." Hermione responded testily. She tried in vain to wrench her chin from his painful grip while she fixed her sight on his forehead; effectively avoiding his eyes, where she also happened to espy upon a faint throbbing of his temporal vein. A clear indication that he was completely incense at her provocative answer. But Hermione soldiered on, not even realizing that she was already threading in dangerous waters.
"I don't see why I should give you my name when I don't even know who—!"
Hermione wasn't able to finish her sentence as the man lost his composure, and he shortly let loose another unforgivable curse known to the Wizarding World.
The Torture Curse.
"Crucio!"
The room was soon filled with her screams as she felt the all-too-familiar effects of the Cruciatus curse striking her body. Hermione twitched and jerked. Her thoughts scattered to the winds, and all she could think about was the sensations of invisible blades stabbing into to her body from all direction; piercing through skin, muscles, bones and her internal organs, again and again in a relentless cycle.
She knew the sensations were all inside her mind, but it felt so real. Hermione felt like she was dying from the sheer agony of it. The pain was so unbearable that she lost her grip on reality. Her mind was so engulfed in excruciating pain that she missed the loud, masculine shout that mingled with her high-pitch screams. The torture hadn't even lasted for four seconds when it abruptly ended. But to Hermione, it felt like an eternity had pass.
She slumped forward as the curse left her; her head hanging limply while tears trailed down her cheeks and fell unto the carpeted floor.
"What did you do to me you worthless, mudblood?!" The man in front of her hissed.
A cry escaped from Hermione's lips as he grabbed her by the hair, and nearly ripped most of it from her scalp. He forced Hermione to look up at him.
Her face was screwed into a pained grimace and defiance when she met his savage glare. As she did so, she wondered why there was a look of pain etched in the man's features.
"What kind of magic did you use on me?" The man all but snarled, yanking her hair again.
Hermione whimpered. The action brought fresh tears of pain in her eyes.
"How is it that I suffer the same injury and pain as you do?!" Her interrogator spat out.
With her eyes glittering in confusion, Hermione stayed quiet. She couldn't answer him because she didn't know what he was talking about.
The man growled in frustration at her silence. He dug his hand deeply into her hair and jerked her head all the way back; her neck felt like it was about to snap.
"I didn't—do-do-anything!" Hermione eventually gasped out and she started to struggle in earnest, trying to remove the grip on her hair. This only enraged the man even further, who pulled harder. At this position, Hermione wasn't able to see that her torturer seemed to be in as much agony as herself.
"I don't know…wha-what you—ar-are talking about!" She managed to choke out, nearly getting suffocated at the lack of air.
"Liar!"
She heard him snarl before the pain on her scalp disappeared when she was released abruptly. Hermione sucked in a lungful of breath. Relief flooding her senses as she could finally breathe naturally while her neck felt strained after it was bent up awkwardly and forcefully.
"What was the name of the spell?" The dark-haired man interrogated, his voice sounded suspiciously hoarse. "What was the spell that you shot at my chest?"
There was no point in lying. So she answered.
"It was a spell that inflicts a deep cut on the opponent. It's my own creation and I'm the only one who can cast the counter curse."
"Stop lying to me!" He shouted at her. "Tell me the truth! What else did you do to me?!"
"But I'm not lying!" Hermione tried to yell, but could only croak in return. Her throat still felt sore from the abuse a minute ago so she cleared her throat before trying again.
"I didn't do anything to you! In fact, I saved your life! Did the snake forgot to inform you, you bastard?!"
The man's nostrils flared in anger; his eyes flashing red.
Hermione blanched. Perhaps it was a mistake to call him a bastard.
"What did you say?"
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end when she heard the man's chilling tone.
"What did you just call me?" He said while he took a threatening step towards her.
Hermione drew back in fear.
"Allow me to loosen your tongue." The man took a step back and lifted his hand.
Hermione's eyes widened.
And then...
He slapped her.
Hard.
The sound of skin hitting skin echoed around the room. The force of the slap was so powerful that it snapped Hermione's head to the side. She remembered the taste of blood bursting inside her mouth before she completely blacked out.
"Rennervate."
Hermione groaned out loud, her awareness returning slowly as well as the pain, her face was stinging something fierce and the taste of blood still lingered on her mouth after she had accidentally bit her tongue, when the man had hit her.
She must have been unconsciousness for less than a minute before the man brought her back again. She wondered if this was going to be the norm for the next hours of her life; being constantly forced to awaken.
"Ahh...my little mudblood. Awake again."
She didn't acknowledge the presence of the man who stood near her. Hermione merely stared at the floor, even when she felt him moved beside her.
The soft fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare skin. He was so near to her that she could feel the heat that emanated from him. She could even smell the strong, masculine scent that drifted to her as he circled around her small form. Like a predator that eyed its helpless prey. Ready to devour her alive.
Astonishingly, Hermione found out that the man's scent was a fascinating mixture of parchment, freshly-cut grass and a unique scent that was solely his. And it wrapped around Hermione like a dark promise.
It was a dangerous scent, which subconsciously drew her in.
Hermione decided to breathe through her mouth to shake off the unwanted effect it had on her.
"What is wrong with me?!" She inwardly pondered in annoyance. This was so unlike her to respond to a man she hardly knew, and who was currently torturing her. She didn't have some twisted, masochistic bone in her body. Then why the reaction? As if she could not control herself when she was around this man? What happened to her when she was unconscious? Did this man do something else to her?
Hermione wasn't able to draw a conclusion as her oppressor started his second round of interrogation.
"Who are you?" He asked, his breath blowing wisps of her hair as he brought his lips next to her ear; making her shiver. "Tell me your true purpose why you are here."
If he was trying to intimidate her with his suffocating presence, it was working. Hermione turned her head away from him, gulping air when she realized that she had been holding her breath for quite some time.
"Answer me."
The man's angry growl sounded next to her ear again, and she felt his long fingers firmly grabbed her chin before he forced her to look up at him. This situation was getting old very fast as her brown orbs clash into his cold, blue eyes yet again. Their faces were almost an inch apart that she could feel his breath fanning her cheeks. Other than that, Hermione could see that there was a red mark on the left side of his face, like he had been slapped as well.
Hermione tried to recoil from him, but the man won't let her. The grip on her chin tightened painfully.
"Who are you and who sent you here?"
She just glared up at him in defiance, even when Hermione felt the unease rising up inside her. This was the fifth time that the man had asked about her identity. She understood that not everyone in the Wizarding World would recognize who she was. Despite the fact that her face was plastered in the front page of every Wizarding newspaper - alongside Harry's - as an undesirable during their horcrux hunt, and even afterwards when Voldermort was defeated. Yet this man's questions made her hyper aware that something wasn't quite right, especially when Hermione had discovered that this man was a former Slytherin – unless she was mistaken of course, which was impossible with the amount of green she had seen in his room.
He also appeared to be a few years older than her, perhaps between twenty-five to twenty-six years of age. Therefore, he probably graduated years ahead of her. Nevertheless, the fact that he didn't know her on sight could either mean he had lived in complete isolation for years – and hadn't participated in any sides of the war - or perhaps Hermione's face had changed drastically that it became unrecognizable? Either way, there was a gut feeling inside Hermione that made her decide to keep her mouth shut.
Unfortunately for Hermione, her lack of response provoked another angry snarl from her captor, who looked outright pissed.
"If you will not answer me, then I'll pry the truth out of your mind - to the point that you won't have a brain to function." He told her, his voice dropping into another octave as he drew his wand closer to her head. "Not even your special 'skills' can help you reclaim your sanity."
Hermione's eyes rounded in fear as she the felt the tip of his wand touched her temples; her gaze was still locked into his when he said.
"Legilimens."
Instantly, she could feel him probing inside her mind. He had just began sifting through her memories and searching for the information that he needed, when a mental barrier suddenly erupted out of nowhere and blocked his entry - a mental barrier too strong to be hers.
Hermione was astonished when it happened - and puzzled because she hadn't even tried to stop him. She wasn't also a highly-trained Occlumens. She was not able to produce that level of mental fortification just yet. However, something else had stopped the man from prying into her mind, and Hermione was going to bet that it had something to do with how she ended up there in the first place, and the other odd occurrences that she experienced afterwards, which included reacting unusually when around a certain individual.
This was the only conclusion that Hermione could deduce in that moment.
She watched as the person in front of her let out a frustrated growl; clearly dissatisfied with this new turn of events.
He released her chin unexpectedly.
Hermione looked into his angry eyes head on; her gaze still alight with disbelief at what just happened.
The wizard took a step back from her.
"As expected, you are well-versed in the art of Occlumency."
He commented and Hermione didn't even try to deny it. She concluded that it was better to allow him to think that way just to fend off another attempt at legilimency.
However, her constant silence seemed to infuriate the man even more, who probably expected her to answer. She shivered when she saw the murderous rage contorting the man's features that he no longer looked handsome; his jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was considering saying something else to her, but decided against it.
Then without another word, he pivoted around and stormed out of the room. She watched him disappear into his Slytherin bedroom, where she could hear him searching for something.
Hermione started to feel frightened at the prospect of being subjected to a more diabolical kind of torture. She hoped and prayed that he didn't find whatever he was looking for. But her prayers weren't answered as she heard a muffled thump coming from the open doorway and the sound of something being clicked open. Soon after, there was the sound of rustling papers, clinking of bottles and then his soft footsteps.
He appeared with a vial clutched in his left hand. His long strides eating the distance between them in just a few seconds and he was soon in front of her. Hermione could hazard a guess that the vial was for her, and that she wasn't going to like it. Not at all.
She was right as the contents of the vial was finally presented to her.
"I think you know what this is?" Her interrogator asked, looking like he was in a good mood already while he shook the vial. The clear liquid inside swirled as it was shaken.
In Hermione's mind, she added the word 'Bipolar' to the growing list of probable mental disorder that her captor had, while she stared transfix at the nearly-empty vial in his hand.
"Veritaserum." The man stated, a smug smirk curling his lips. "You are fortunate that I have one left in my possession. It would just be a waste of time to torture the answers out of you. Although it was quite enjoyable at first to hear your agonized screams, but I can't afford the distraction at this moment, especially by a mudblood like you."
He looked at her from head to toe in obvious distaste before he announced in a low, dangerous voice.
"I still have other important matters to attend to. So let's make this fast. Shall we?"
Hermione kept her mouth shut; her eyes flickering back to his face, which was already schooled into a impassive façade. But she wasn't fooled by it one bit, as she could see the tumultuous emotions whirling underneath his cobalt, blue eyes.
Beneath that cool exterior, she knew that the man was still trying to reign in his explosive temper.
She was also confused whether to feel wary or glad that this man was using the last drops of veritaserum just to extract information from her. Of course, drinking the truth serum was better compared to the Cruciatus curse and other wicked things that this man can do to her. Nevertheless, Hermione wasn't going to easily submit and let the bastard use the truth serum on her.
"What? Don't you have anything else to say, Mudblood?"
She heard him asked but Hermione merely clamped her teeth together, already prepared for him to do his worse. She felt his hand on her hair again before he yanked it all the way back. Hermione's neck strained, the awkward angle making her eyes tear up. Her neck thoroughly abused.
There was a pop as the stopper was removed from the vial, and then she felt its glass rim pressing against her closed lips.
"Open your mouth!" The man commanded while trying to forcefully shove the serum in between her sealed lips.
Hermione strained away from him, but the hand gripping her hair just yanked harder and she involuntarily let out a helpless gasp of pain, inadvertently allowing the contents of the vial to go down her throat. She started sputtering as some of the liquid accidentally went to her airway.
Block dots started to appear in her vision at the lack of oxygen whilst she continued to hack out the stray liquid. When she thought she was going to faint, the hand on her neck loosen slightly. She inhaled through her nose and unwillingly drank some of the contents to prevent herself from having another coughing fit.
"What an idiot." She heard him say as he finally let go of her hair, assured that Hermione had drunk most of the Veritaserum.
"Who are you and where did you come from?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed at him while she continued to cough. How typical of him not to wait for her to stop coughing before he grilled her with his repetitive questions. Nonetheless, she was helpless as the truth serum instantly took effect. Her mouth moved without her knowledge.
"My name is Hermione Jean Granger and I came from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Hermione manage to articulate in between coughs, and watched as something flashed in her captor's eyes at the mention of Hogwarts. Hermione was sure that she saw a red gleam in his eyes before it disappeared.
Without warning, the man was on her; his hands wrapped around Hermione's throat, but his grip was not strong enough to choke her.
"Tell me, was it Albus Dumbledore who sent you here after all?!" He demanded, while Hermione could only stare at him in confusion.
"No." She answered him honestly, frowning. "Didn't he know that Professor Dumbledore died four years ago? And why would even Dumbledore send her to him? Who was he?"
"Lies!" The man shouted, and then unexpectedly backhanded her. The force of it wasn't as strong as the slap that knocked her unconscious, and she was glad for the small mercy. If Hermione didn't know any better, she would have thought that the man was holding back, and if he truly was, she couldn't find any reason to warrant such an unusual reaction from him.
Apart from what he told her earlier. "How is it that I suffer the same injury and pain as you do?" Hermione recalled him saying. Perhaps that was the reason, but for the life of her, she couldn't fathom why they were experiencing this odd connection.
With her cheek still stinging from the backhand, Hermione immediately whipped her head to face him, and spat angrily.
"In case you haven't notice, you just gave me a vial of truth serum! I can hardly lie even if I wanted to!"
She knew that it was the wrong thing to say, but her exhaustion had finally caught up to her to the extent that she became reckless. She knew that another renervate from her captor would definitely not work the next time she was rendered unconscious. Hermione just wanted to be left alone and recuperate, but it was obvious that this man had other plans for her.
"Stupid! Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut!" Hermione mentally scolded herself as she watched the man's expression turn menacing once again. She saw his hand twitch around his wand as if considering the thought of killing her right then and there. Of course, he couldn't do it because of the life debt. Hence, her torturer opted for another solution.
"Crucio!"
The sound of her screams filled the room once again as the cruciatus curse hit her squarely in the chest. But like before, it was short-lived. Hermione was relieved when it ended abruptly after a few seconds. When she opened her tear-tinged eyes, she was quite surprise to see the sweat that beaded on the man's brows, and the sight of him grinding his teeth as if he too was in pain, as well as the purplish and red bruising in either side of his face and around his neck, which she could see peaking from his shirt collar. He looked worst, like he had been slapped and choked as many times as her.
"Yes, he's definitely suffering the same as me." Hermione realized with an ounce of satisfaction. She probably look the same as him. Liker her wounds are reflected to him.
"You don't learn, do you?" He gritted out.
To which Hermione automatically answered "Yes.''
She was unable to help herself from answering truthfully even when the question was deemed irrelevant. Her interrogator, however, thought differently.
"You are still showing insolence and disrespect to someone superior to you that I'm sorely tempted to cleanse your filthy, mudblood mouth with poison. Or perhaps you would prefer a curse that will make you swallow shards of glass?"
Hermione involuntarily opened her mouth to answer, but the man covered her mouth with his hand. The unexpected action made her froze. The feeling of his palm brushing against her mouth made her lips tingle at the contact.
"Don't answer that." He said in a low tone. His eyes gleaming darkly.
Hermione remained silent, paralyzed at his close proximity. This wasn't the first instance that the man was caging her with his presence, but something about this time was different. If her dry lips and the increase in respiratory rate was any indication, then she was a fool to believe that her reaction to him was normal.
She was a fool indeed when she didn't think twice about sweeping her tongue to wet her dry lips. Not realizing that her action would have such a terrible consequence.
It was a terrible mistake as her tongue accidentally brushed against the man's palm.
They both went rigid.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly seemed suffocating. There was that unusual tension again that crackled in the air, leaving the occupants in the room with an accelerated heart rate and a difficult time breathing. Hermione prayed that the situation wasn't going to turn worse than it already was as she observe the emotions that swirled in the man's dark, blue eyes; emotions that range from astonishment, disgust, anger and to something else that sent Hermione's heart racing for a reason other than fear.
"I am sorely tempted to cut out your disgusting tongue right about now," Her captor said frigidly. His face schooled into an emotionless mask. "But unfortunately I won't be able to hear your answer if I do that."
Slowly.
Very slowly.
He withdrew his hand.
"Other than that, I really don't want to miss the chance of hearing you beg after all." He stated tonelessly while he pointed his wand at her.
Hermione braced herself.
"Crucio!"
And then she was in a world of agony once again. Hermione's screams earlier on was nothing compared to the sheer pitch and volume that she was emitting in that moment. She screamed so hard that she was afraid that she was going to tear her vocal chords.
It lasted longer this time, and Hermione nearly lost consciousness at the excruciating pain. The curse was lifted before she could collapse.
This time, Hermione was wise enough to keep her mouth clamp shut. Tears still poured from her eyes while the lingering pain from the cruciatus curse slowly faded. Like the man, sweat dotted Hermione's forehead. She could also feel the sweat trickling down her nape and back. She hardly even noticed anymore that she was still half-naked. For in that instance, it didn't concern Hermione at all, and judging from the disgusted look on the man's face earlier, she was sure that he would never dare touch her like THAT.
For him, it was like touching something lower and filthier than dung.
There was a long pause as both of them tried to recover from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. They were both heavily panting and sweating like they had run a triathlon. Their endurance completely tested.
Hermione had to sniff the snot that dribbled down her nose as she cried silently. She felt dirty from her previous excursion into the forest, and sticky from the sweat and dried blood that clung to her body. She must be a ghastly sight with her face wet from her tears and blood that dribbled from between her lips, where she had accidentally bit her tongue earlier. Her face still throbbed fiercely from the smattering of contusions that was now beginning to swell and started to darken in colour.
The man was the same, but he took it well than she did. He never cried because she couldn't see any wet trail marks under his eyes. Neither did he scream like her, and just bore the torture curse down with gritted teeth. Although he was sweating excessively beneath his white shirt, she could distinctively see his masculine chest through his mildly drenched clothing.
"Now, shall we continue?" Her captor finally said after catching his breath and wiping the sweat that trailed down from his forehead.
Without waiting for her to answer, he immediately threw a question at her.
"Was it Dumbledore who sent you here?"
"No." was Hermione's immediate answer. She was still wondering why the man still thought that Dumbledore was alive. Perhaps the man had truly isolated himself from the entire Wizarding World for years on end that he missed a lot of news? But most importantly, who was he? Hermione inwardly deliberated as she focused her attention back to her interrogator, who asked her another question.
"Then, who sent you here? Was it Volkovich?"
"No." Hermione answered mechanically. "I don't know anyone by the name Volkovich."
"Stop lying!" The man exploded, his cool demeanor vanishing.
"I'm not lying!" Hermione yelled in return. Merlin, she was getting tired of this!
"Then, tell me why you are here!"
"I arrive here by accident!"
"That pathetic excuse again?!" The man stated, looking at her incredulously.
Hermione looked right back.
"Unbelievable!" He exclaimed in annoyance before his hand shot out and closed around her throat.
Hermione choked as the hand on her neck tightened into a chokehold. She knew that her neck would have turned purple already from the constant abuse it suffered.
"Perhaps I should make my questions more clear." She heard him whisper in an ominous voice, his lips brushing against her ear that made her gulp in a lungful of breath. The scent of him was stronger this time. "What is your purpose to appear inside my house early this morning?"
"I—I told you. It was—It was an accident." She quivered as the hand on her neck trailed slowly towards her nape and disappeared into her voluminous brown curls.
"Wrong answer."
A sharp cry of protest left her lips when her hair was pulled; her neck unwillingly bent. Groaning in pain, Hermione strained at the uncomfortable position.
"Are you here to kill me?"
"No." She whimpered and instantly gasped when her hair was pulled further, making it hard for her to breathe again.
When the position became unbearable to her, she arched her back and was slightly glad when the pain on her neck lessened. She swallowed and sighed in relief when she felt the grip on her hair disappeared.
She was too preoccupied with the pain on her neck that she failed to notice the man's unusual silence.
In fact, she would have figured that her bra-clad breasts were now molded against a hard, masculine chest in a way that would make any lesser male react strongly; but the man was not an ordinary man. He was beyond that as shown by his minimal reaction. The only tell-tale signs that the man was affected by Hermione was the slight stiffening of his body and the unmistakable change in his breathing.
Hermione was still absorbed in her short reprieve to even notice anything out of the ordinary. However, when she felt fingers brushed against her bare hip. She nearly jerked out of her skin, her eyes snapping open to look at the face hovering above hers.
"What do you think are you doing, mudblood?" The man asked in a deep voice as he glowered down at her. "Do you think I'm a simple man to fall for this kind of stupid trick? Especially for someone with a dirty blood like you?"
Hermione frowned in puzzlement. She opened her mouth to answer when it suddenly dawned on her what kind of position she was in. In her attempt to remove the pain from her scalp, Hermione had unconsciously arched her back and had pressed her chests tightly against his in a rather suggestive way, which Hermione hadn't plan AT ALL. Instantly, she tried to recoil away from him like he had something contagious while a mortified blush rose to her cheeks.
Her squirming, however, had an undesired effect on the man. She noted in some sort of curious fascination when her captor's eyes seemed to rapidly darken in colour while he inhaled sharply through his nose. Then, she felt his hand clamped down on her hip to stop her movements.
"Stop squirming, you little minx! Else I'm going to shove you to the nearest wall and take what you are offering! And you wouldn't like it at all!"
Hermione stilled at once at his threat.
"I—I—I wasn't of-offering—I didn't…." She stammered; her face paling. "Surely, he –he wouldn't?! But he seemed to be disgusted by me earlier.. or was that for show?" Hermione thought frantically as she stared into the man's hooded gaze.
"Merlin…it was, wasn't it?!"
"Tell me, mudblood…" Her captor ejected her from her worrying thoughts as he whispered menacingly. "Was this your true purpose to cast a spell on me? A kind of spell that would make me react to you strongly?"
Hermione was still frightened to move, much less talk, when the possibility of being sexually violated was higher than she had already imagined.
"Answer me! Did you cast a spell on me to make me physically attracted to you?!" The man shouted savagely, the hand on her hip tightened significantly.
"No, please! I didn't do anything to you! I honestly didn't! Just please stop and let me go!" Hermione said pleadingly, a half-sob and half-cry as she remained unmoving for fear of inciting another unwanted reaction from him.
"Lies! You did something to me! Because my body would never have reacted like this to a disgusting mudblood like you!" He pinned her with a deadly glare, before he proceeded to grab her ass and pulled her against him. Hermione gasped instantly at the feeling of something hard pressing against her bare stomach that shocked Hermione to her core and frightened her out of her wits.
"Oh God…"
"Now, tell me…" The man began while he released her almost instantly. His face becoming blank as if he hadn't just pressed himself right against her. "Was this your true purpose of being here? Hmn?" He queried, his voice as cold as ice even when his touch had felt like burning coals a few seconds ago. "You told me you just came from Hogwarts, which could only mean that it was Dumbledore who was behind this after all, correct?"
Hermione didn't answer as her analytical mind rose to divert her from any unpleasant thoughts that just occurred. She began narrowing down her captor's identity based from the information she had discovered and his connection to Dumbledore.
"Because this sounded like what Dumbledore would have done… to shackle a mudblood to me with an attraction spell and another spell that prevents me from completely hurting you by making me suffer in return." The dark-haired wizard informed her disdainfully. "So was this his way of turning me into a blood traitor like him? To lower myself into bedding a mudblood, and perhaps, hoping that I would care for some dirt like you and your kind? Was this his plan all along? Because I didn't peg Dumbledore to be this utterly pathetic with his machinations... He is surely losing his touch."
Hermione had just finished riffling through her memories and new information by the time the man had stopped questioning her, and who was now waiting for her reply. However, instead of answering, Hermione spoke what was currently on her mind. The question that had bothered her the moment she had ultimately arrived with an answer, which was just too impossible to ignore. Her logical side won, even a part of her warned her not to do it.
"Who are you?"
Her question was outright rude, and Hermione soon regretted it because in a flash, her interrogator's hand was on her face; his thumb and his four fingers digging brutally in each sides of her cheeks.
Hermione winced as she could feel his short nails biting into her delicate skin.
"Didn't I tell you to watch your mouth, mudblood?" He said as he dug his fingers deeply into her cheeks until his nails began to cut through skin, his eyes flashing red for a moment
"And stop pretending that you don't know who I am!" He snapped. "Because surely you have been informed of this matter before you were sent here. So enough with the pretence! I grow tired of it!"
"But I seriously don't know who you are!" She managed to protest even when her facial movements were restricted by his biting nails.
"Shut up!" The wizard snarled right into her face while he scrutinize her intently. After a few seconds, he let her face go.
Hermione silently observed when abrasions appeared on the man's face, blood shortly spurting out from his wound, like it had been there in a while and not because it had just appeared out of nowhere. There was a sting on her cheeks to remind Hermione that she had the same wound as him.
Another wound added to the number of stinging injuries on her person.
Hermione reckoned that if she bit her tongue hard enough, she was certain that the man would feel the pain. But she forgo the thought. She was suffering enough as it is, and adding more to her pain by self-inflected wounds would not benefit her, even if it means hurting the man in return.
"It seemed that the veritaserum didn't work as well as I thought." The man remarked in chagrin. "I am now doubting everything you said previously. Not even your name and Dumbledore's involvement sounded credible coming from you."
Hermione decided to remain quite, her eyes had dried out but still red and puffy as she continued to sniff through her nose. Hermione was also astonished at the rate that the veritaserum had seemed to run off its course incredibly fast. It would have lasted for more than an hour, except it had only lasted for about ten minutes. The same thing that occurred with legilimency, where a strong mental barrier had unexpectedly block the man's force entry.
Legilimency and veritaserum were magical approach for truth-seeking, and it looked like something was trying to prevent the man from discovering some vital facts. Because it definitely wasn't Hermione's fault.
Something else was at work here.
"Or perhaps you are impervious to it?" Her interrogator questioned, arching a brow.
Hermione didn't deign him a response.
"No matter. I will find out the truth in other ways." Her captor promised, his eyes glinting with dark malevolence. "I'm not done with you yet. I plan to break you until there is nothing left of you."
A trickle of fear crawled up Hermione's spine at the thought of being subjected to another torture and interrogation session. The images of various and diabolical instruments being use to torture and extract information from her, prompted Hermione to say.
"Please…believe me! I'm telling you the—"
"SILENCE!"
It was the final straw as Hermione's head snapped to the side as she was backhanded yet again. Her mental defence crumbling at last and she began sobbing uncontrollably for the first time since she arrived there. Her analytical mind just couldn't hold the emotional dam that she had kept up for the last hour. The horror of her situation finally sinking into her mind. Everything ached and throb at this point. She felt dehydrated from the amount of tears, sweat, snot and blood which she had shed for the last twelve hours. Her throat was parch and hoarse from her repetitive screaming, talking and pleading. She couldn't take it anymore! She wanted it to stop!
"Please…"
"I said SILENCE!"
Another slap. This time harder than before that it busted her lip, drops of blood smearing her chin, mingling along with her tears and mucus..
Afterwards, Hermione heard him sigh while she remained staring at the floor, tears streaming down her face freely. She was certain that everything on her face was discoloured and swelling by now.
The only consolation she had was to see the same amount of injuries the man had on his face and around his neck. He no longer look so pristine the first time she had opened her eyes with him standing in front of her. He appeared like he had been roughed up from a brawl with his hair sticking in every direction, his clothes disheveled and sweaty while the degree of discolouration on his face suited him very well.
Hermione had gotten a sense of malicious satisfaction of seeing him in that state.
There was a complete silence for a while.
Then, to Hermione's utmost surprise, she unexpectedly found herself wearing clothes.
But of course, it was made of rags.
Hermione stared blankly at the tattered material covering her entire form; not really able to comprehend why the man had finally deemed it necessary to clothed her when he had left her half-naked in the first place.
She turned her towards the man, but he abruptly pivoted around and left. Hermione was still staring after him, when soon after, she began moving from her perched . She floated above the ground as her captor led her somewhere.
Hermione's heart thudded erratically in her chest while her imagination ran amok about this change. She was silently praying to Merlin and whatever deity out there, when she realized that the man had just relocated her into another place.
This time, the man place her in a bare room. There was nothing inside but blank walls, a wide empty space and certainly no windows.
Nothing except for a bathroom commode.
Her new prison cell.
"Unfortunately, I don't have a dungeon around this cottage to hold you." The man informed her bluntly as he finally allowed Hermione to rest her feet on the floor, but the invisible bindings on her wrists and feet remained. "However, this empty room will suffice to serve as your prison cell. I'm certain you are very happy to hear this…"
The bastard observe her for a reaction, but Hermione of course just merely stared at the wall with a blank look on her face.
Her captor definitely didn't like her apparent detachment.
"Although I was tempted to put you on the cage outside the cottage, just to see you shiver from the cold and squirm from the amount of dangerous predators roaming around these woods." He admitted - but it was more of a threat - while his eyes turned contemplative for a second before he shortly frowned in displeasure.
"Nonetheless, despite the temptation, that would have been imprudent of me, considering the fact that I am made vulnerable every time you are hurt. It would certainly be ill-advised on my part if I had left you outside to fend for yourself. Apart from that, putting you outside would have given you a higher chance to escape. Therefore, this was the better option, which I will have to stomach since I find your presence here to be absolutely intolerable. Even the sight of you just makes me want to murder something, because apparently, I can't kill you. AT ALL. Life debt or not, I still can't kill you, which is just completely unacceptable!"
He strode towards her, whipping his wand to conjure manacles in the air, where he proceeded to place them around her wrist and ankles, and attached the chain links to the iron ring conjured on the floor.
After he was done, the wizard commanded her sharply.
"Come closer, mudblood!"
And at his words, Hermione drew away from him almost instantaneously; utter panic seizing her mind.
"I said come here!" Her captor demanded, incensed at her disobedience and pulled her forcefully towards him.
He was too strong for Hermione even when she tried to brace herself on the floor. Her attempt was futile after he pulled her with such a force that made her body smacked against his taller frame.
"Merlin, you are pathetic!" He commented as Hermione struggled earnestly against him, the manacles on her wrist clinking noisily as she tried to hit him with her arms. The man caught it of course and shortly clamped her arms together.
"I didn't realize you were this short." The man remarked unexpectedly. He seemed surprise by this fact as he eyed her from head to foot. He towered more than a head taller than her. "You are what? Sixteen? Seventeen?"
"I'm nineteen!" Hermione shot back as she tried to struggle fervently against his hands, not caring that the manacles were chaffing against her skin.
"Stop struggling!" He commanded and swiftly cast a spell on her. "For a small person, you certainly fight like a hellcat!"
This time, Hermione couldn't do anything to him as her wrists were now bound behind her back and chained to the manacles on her ankles. However, despite the obstruction, Hermione still had a room to move her feet.
Hermione glared at her captor furiously. There was still a fight left in her.
"Damn you!" She screeched, baring her teeth before Hermione launched herself at him.
Without warning, the man grab her by the scruff of her neck and flat-out slammed her against the wall just before Hermione could bite him. Her body jarring at the impact, and she was left slightly dazed while the man held her by the neck against the wall.
"Don't test my patience, mudblood. I have enough of your defiance for one day." The wizard warned her, his eyes glinting red.
Hermione's eyes widened as she stared directly into his eyes. Something about his gleaming red-tinged irises really clicked inside her mind.
"Merlin…it couldn't be…" She thought in terror, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. "No, it couldn't be.."
"Now, stay still and let me look at your injuries." She heard him order, but not fully registering his words as her mind whirled with thoughts about the man's true identity.
"But all the clues pointed out that it might be him…He's a parcelmouth, from a Slytherin house, have a pet snake, his features fits Ginny's description exactly, He also have -"
Her mind came to a screeching halt as she felt fingers prodding against the skin of her neck.
"What are you doing?!" Hermione panicked while she tried to move away from his probing fingers, but found out that she was stuck to the wall by a sticking charm.
Hermione's face lost colour at the dreadful realization. "Surely, he wouldn't follow through with his threat earlier?"
"What do you think I was doing, mudblood?!" The man countered indignantly, seeing the look on her face. "I'm trying to heal your injuries! Nothing else! You should be grateful for this! Because normally, I wouldn't heal anyone after torturing them. However, since I have other business to attend to, I can't go about looking injured as I am now."
Hermione took notice about the extent of the man's injuries, and she was immensely gratified to see him in no better shape than her once again.
"You deserve it, you bastard!"
"I'm explaining this to you because I don't want you to think that I'm mildly concern about your physical welfare. Because I absolutely am NOT." He gave her a withering look. "And it is sad to say that my wounds wouldn't heal unless I heal the original source, which means I have no choice but to heal you, mudblood."
This was a new information which Hermione hastily stored into her mind.
"But don't get your hopes up because I still plan to hurt you so thoroughly once I'm back. I'm also certain that there must be a way to counter the spell that you have cast on me. Wouldn't you mind telling me what it is?"
Hermione was inclined to spit on his face for his insistence that she was responsible for their current predicament, but she decided against it. She didn't want to infuriate someone, whom she strongly suspected to be far worse than she could have ever imagine.
"If you won't tell me easily, then I will have to find out the hard way, won't I?" He asked darkly. "However, let's save that for next time. Why don't you let me finish healing you so that I will be on my way, hmn?"
Hermione didn't protest this time. She allowed him to step closer to her, and looked on as he clinically inspected the dark purplish mark on her neck. His fingers probing the sore and tender skin while Hermione held herself still to stop from wincing in pain, and to also prevent herself from reacting to his touch. She could feel the lure of the spell trickling into her mind, which made Hermione desire to lean forwards into his touch - even if the thought strongly repulsed her entirely.
Hermione inwardly fought the lure.
"You know…" He began as he methodically healed the blue and purple bruises on her neck, as well as the strain injury in her muscles. "You could always tell me the counter spell for this."
Hermione didn't need to understand what THIS mean because she already know what he was talking about.
"I don't know if it's an act or not, but you seem to be having the same reaction as me." He observed carefully as he caressed her tear-streaked and swollen cheek bones, his intent gaze not missing anything as Hermione's eyes dilated unintentionally at the sensation he generated.
"Hmn…or perhaps you are already attracted to me?" He inquired while he healed the cuts and bruises on her cheeks.
"Of course, not!" Hermione responded heatedly, staring daggers into his icy, blue orbs.
"Oh really?" The man arched a brow at her answer, looking sceptical. "That's hard to believe because… I certainly remember you kissing me while you were still asleep."
"WHAT?!" Hermione said loudly in disbelief and outrage.
"Please lower you voice, mudblood, or you might find it interesting to see another bruise right on your cheek." Her captor threatened coldly.
"What do you mean I was kissing you?!"
Immediately, there was a hand at her throat while the man leaned closer to her ear.
Hermione stilled momentarily.
"I don't want to mar your pretty little neck when I had recently healed it. So kindly refrain yourself from reacting recklessly, do you understand?!" He whispered in warning.
Hermione didn't reply even after a second.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
The hand on her neck vanished as he let her go. She met his gaze as he leaned away from her.
"Were you telling me the truth?" She inquired warily, searching his face for the lies. "Or were you just jesting?"
"Do you think I was jesting? And at this time? Even after I just tortured you?" The man asked disbelievingly.
"Knowing your twisted mind, this must be some kind of mind game you are playing to psych me out." Hermione pointed out softly.
"Perhaps you are right, perhaps not. It doesn't matter. This conversation is over." The wizard stated with finality.
"No, it's not. I want to know why you had to tell me this in the first place." She insisted.
"There's no reason at all, other than to see your reaction." was his blunt reply.
"Why?"
"I don't need to explain myself further to you, mudblood." The wizard retorted sharply. "Now, stop interrupting me so that I may proceed with what I intend to do. Or would you rather I leave some of your injuries unattended?"
"You were the one who was always talking before I even said anything! And I don't really care about if you healed me or-"
There was resounding slap as the man hit her again. Hermione's lower lip began to bleed hard.
"Now, look what you made me do." The bastard hissed in exasperation. "And to think I just healed your cheeks."
Hermione wisely didn't say anything as she looked wrathfully back at him, and just barely noted how the man licked the blood from his now bleeding lip. Hermione's lips twitch at the sight. Her eyes gleaming with venom.
There was a loud sigh of frustration before the man stepped closer and harshly took her chin. Hermione tried to wrest her face away while she could feel blood dribbling down her chin.
"Don't move." He warned her, his eyes were dark as a storm clouds. "Let me fix your lip and then I'm done. Surely, you don't want me to stay longer than necessary?"
She answered him with a hateful glower.
"Well, then. Let's get this over with." He said while he tipped her chin up and pointed his wand at her bleeding lip.
The cut on her lip healed in three seconds at the same time as his.
"That's good." The wizard murmured as he brushed his thumb over the recently healed wound, her lip tingled at the barest contact while Hermione couldn't stop the involuntary quiver that went through her body. Her mind fogging almost instantly.
The man noticed it of course, and his eyes immediately darkened in response while he slowly pulled his hand away.
"I knew healing you was a terrible idea." The man admitted to her in a low voice, his intense eyes flickering to her mouth for one heart-thumbing second before meeting her gaze once again.
"But this is necessary." He informed her, whereas Hermione had to lick her suddenly dry lips as she stared at him. She could taste the blood in her tongue as it swept over the newly healed cut. Her action, however, drew the man's attention back to her lips again, where his stare had turned hungry.
Hermione's breathing became laboured as the man leaned closer to her. The pull between them was too strong that it was hard to resist this time around. Hermione could feel her body responding as the allure engulf her mind. The unknown spell on her was flaring with renewed strength.
"Open your mouth." The man whispered in a deep voice, bordering on seductive.
"No," Hermione could only whisper weakly as she tried to fight the pull of the spell. Her eyes locked into his and felt like she was about to drown into that beautiful ocean, blue eyes.
"Open your mouth."
"Please don't do this…" She pleaded as her resolve weakened, her mind tuning out everything else, except for the man's masculine scent, the feel of his hard body pressing against hers; his blue, blue eyes and that perfect mouth. Her brain flooded with unwanted pheromones.
"I'm not going to do anything except heal you."
"I have a boyfriend." Hermione blurted absentmindedly, still under the thrall.
"What's your boyfriend got to do with this?!" The handsome man in front of her suddenly demanded, breaking the spell.
"What? Aren't you going to kiss me?" Hermione asked blankly, slowly regaining her senses back.
"Of course not! I have more self-control than that! Do you think I would easily succumb to some spell? And to some mudblood no less! Didn't you forget that you disgust me?!" The man said indignantly while he pulled slightly away from her, looking infuriated. "Now, let me see your tongue! Because I know you bit it by accident when I slapped you the first time. I rather enjoy savouring my food without some minor hindrance. Thank you very much!"
The pull between them completely disperse at the angry outburst, which Hermione was grateful for. She thought he was going to ravage her right there, but actually, he was still trying to heal her. Hermione didn't know what would have happened if she did kiss him.
Thus, Hermione obligingly stuck out her tongue and let him heal the wound there, which she had nearly forgotten. She did this in silence while her mind was preoccupied with thought about the strength of that spell that nearly enthralled her to kiss the man. The feeling of overwhelming hatred she had towards her captor was nearly obliterated, when the spell had worked its way through her system.
It was a dangerous effect that she definitely didn't want a repeat at in the near future.
The wizard in front of her was still fuming silently even after he had healed her wound. He then proceeded to unstuck her from the wall, pushed her towards the centre of the room, and where he secured her in place. And all the while, he remained in silence, which was unusual for Hermione because she was used to his long monologue.
The man was obviously giving her the silent treatment, which Hermione found quite puzzling.
Her captor was just about to stride out of the room when Hermione tried to stop him. There were still some questions that were left unanswered, which Hermione needed an answer immediately.
"Wait!" She called out, her chains clinking as she moved forward.
But the dark-haired wizard ignored her, and continued striding briskly towards the door.
Nevertheless, Hermione wasn't easily deterred. The information that she needed was vitally important. She needed to know this because it could mean everything.
"Please! Could you please tell me your name?!"
The man was already at the door when he turned towards her. A ferocious scowl etched on his features.
"Not this again! I thought we were over this?!" He responded irritably. "So stop this farce! Or else I will have to knock you unconscious!"
"No, wait!" Hermione said hurriedly . "Just please answer me this! Just this one question!"
The man waited in antagonistic silence.
"Is your name Tom? Tom Riddle?" She asked at last.
And at the look of ire on the man's face and the flash of red in his eyes, Hermione finally found her answer.
"You dare to call me with that muggle name?!" Tom Riddle said wrathfully as he stalked back towards her. "You dare?! I should kill you where you stand!"
Hermione shrank away from him, but Tom yank her towards him, his wand pointing towards her chest
"You filthy, mudblood! You should be grateful that I have something to do in an hour! Because you will certainly live to regret saying that worthless, muggle name!"
She whimpered helplessly as his raw magic whipped her relentlessly.
"Now, remember what I'm about to say to you…" He said as he threw her to the floor, where Hermione accidentally scraped her elbows at the floorboards, blood welling up from the scratches.
"Because if I hear you utter that muggle name again, I will not hesitate to prolong your torture. And someday, after I find the loophole to your spell, you will wish that you have never been born, mudblood... This I promise you." He vowed to her, his eyes turning into that familiar unholy red.
"And I have a new name now..." He informed her slowly and dangerously. "I hope you would remember this when you wake up again, you filth." He told her as he pressed his wand against her chest.
"Remember who I am every time you scream in pain." He said as he dug his wand deeper against her skin, his red eyes almost looked like it was glowing.
"Remember this...I am Lord Voldemort." He stated with a sense of finality before a red light shot out from his wand and straight to her chest.
Hermione vaguely felt the brief pain, the smell of burnt flesh and singed clothing.. before she knew no more.
There was only darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Hello guys! I hope you really like this chapter! And hopefully, I didn't make the character too OOC. Anyway, please review! I sorely needed your feedback about the story. I also want to thank those who have recently reviewed, favorited and followed this story! I really appreciate it you guys! You always make my day every time I read your reviews and see you guys adding me to your favorites and alerts! I hope you will continue to support this story!
That's why I'm so inspired to create a book cover and a banner for this story! I hope you can check it out on my profile. You go an click the link and see it! You will get to see some major details that are from the story, which is what I imagined. In the banner and cover, you will see the bracelets, you will also get to see both Hermione and Tom (or how I see him. I used Matthew Cohen's picture to portray him in both the banner and the cover). Also, you will get to see the cottage and the creepy-looking forest that they are staying in Albania. The entire banner look like it's about a supernatural romance novel or something...ahaha...with the way Tom's eyes are glowing brilliant blue, or the way Hermione arched her neck (like ready to be bitten) nyahaha...But you might also notice 'Tom' placing his index finger against his lips, like he's saying 'sshhh..' Made it look like a BDSM story.
Yep, the cover and the banner look like it's going to be one of those romance novels..ahaha...Well, perhaps not far from the truth, because there will certainly be smut and romance. But it's going to be dark which is also shown in both pictures. So I hope you can go check it out.
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