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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- 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
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 32-Ch 32
- 33-Ch 33
- 34-Ch 34
- 35-Ch 35
- 36-Ch 36
- 37-Ch 37
- 38-Ch 38
- 39-Ch 39
- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
- 43-Ch 43
- 44-Ch 44
- 45-Ch 45
- 46-Ch 46
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- 48-Ch 48
- 49-Ch 49
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- 76-Chapter 76
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- 79-Ch 79
- 80-Ch 80
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The room they apparated into was
not dissimilar to the one they had just left.

A round room entirely lacking doors and windows, but this one
also lacking an illusory night sky ceiling.�

Torches, each surrounded by a blue
glow of shielding were mounted on the walls at regular intervals.�

There was a further, deeply blue
shield around a glass terrarium in which a cobra was reared up balanced on its
coils.�

In a black overstuffed leather armchair, pale serpentine Lord Voldemort sat,
apparently having a conversation in parseltongue with it.�

Both the snake and he turned when
she and Rodolphus appeared in a close embrace and she
could almost feel the atmosphere crackle with frost.�

Rodolphus
released her and stepped away, lowering himself to one knee and bowing his head
to the Dark Lord.�

�My Lord.� I beg
your mercy� he said in a low growl.�

Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes at him.�

Hermione looked between the three.�

The snake-Harry started throwing
itself against the glass top of the terrarium trying to shift it and get
out.�

She gulped and darted a look between Rodolphus and
the visibly irritated Lord Voldemort and quickly stepped the five paces to his
feet and dropped to her knees before him, pressing his hem to her lips and then
sitting back on her heels, her head respectfully bowed.� �

She saw in her peripheral vision
that he waved Rodolphus away and heard the crack of
his disapparition.�

There was wild hissing coming from
the terrarium.�

Lord Voldemort chuckled above her nastily.�
�Harry thinks I�ve done something to you, my dear�� he translated.�

He leaned forward and raised her head with a finger under her chin.�

She looked up at him with confused
conflicted eyes.�

The red jewelled gaze in the pale flat face studied her as Lord Voldemort sat
back in the chair.�� His eyes travelled
to the snake in the terrarium and he hissed something long and quite snide
sounding, if parseltongue could be said to convey such emotions.�� The snake responded and she could hear
something that sounded like slithering � coiling.�

�Come here, Hermione� he said
softly, and held out his hand.��

She kept her face resolutely
facing away from the terrarium and took his hand, allowing him to assist her to
her feet and pull her down upon his lap.�

Another frenzied burst of hissing and thunking from
the terrarium made her flinch.� She kept
her face turned to the Dark Lord to avoid seeing Harry going wild.

The Dark Lord wrapped his arm
around her, supporting her, a look of such sublime dark satisfaction on his
face that it was almost difficult to look at.�
He played his hand in her hair absently and looked at her thoughtfully.�

�Harry was just telling me before
you arrived, my dear, that I am to be pitied because I do not know love��

He turned to glance at the snake, continuing�
�but I beg to differ, because I do
know love.�� I know her love, Harry.��

He looked at her and tilted his head.�

�I am loved by the one person in the world that you most desperately desire.�
Life is cruel, isn�t it?!��

His face twisted into a parody of sympathy.�

The snake hissed and Lord Voldemort
turned to her.� �He doesn�t believe me, Hermione.� He thinks you are only here to save him.��

His face was mirthful but his eyes were like diamond bit drills boring into
her.�

She forced herself not to swallow although her mouth had gone dry.� She technically had come here hoping to save him from being killed, even if she
simultaneously didn�t want him to be released.��

�I love you, my lord� she
whispered, honestly, and leaned in to kiss him.�

He smirked quickly at the snake going mad behind her and met her, kissing her
teasingly, his tongue barely entering her mouth but drawing her own into his
mouth with little flicks and twists.� She
could feel his nose against her face and his skin felt soft and warm.�

�Tom�.. her mind sang
happily.� He nipped her bottom lip gently
in warning.�

She let the kiss fade and burrowed down against the slender, lean muscled frame
beneath the grey and green robes, placing her head on
his shoulder and her hand over his heart.�

Above her he hissed something triumphantly to the writhing furiously hissing snake.�

�Would you like to speak with your..friend.. again, my dear?� he murmured against her forehead.�

She felt her entire body tense and
sat up panicked, shaking her head and looking into the Dark Lord�s face with
horror.

Her mind was reeling and gibbering� �no!�
no!� don�t let him change back!�
he�ll escape.�
I know he will.� He�s too strong.� You don�t know how strong he is.� Please Tom.. don�t..� he�ll kill you.� He�ll
take me.� Please don�t do it.� Keep him as a snake forever.� You like snakes.��

He stroked her back� slowly.�

�Calm down.. calm down, Hermione..
Shhhhh..I won�t allow him to
hurt you� he said comfortingly.�

In the cage the snake was hissing violently again, its body roiling.

She shook her head desperately, wide eyed.�

�She is afraid of you Potter.�� You see that, I�m sure.�

�Without warning the Dark Lord shot off a
red flare from the wand she had never even seen him take out, bathing the
terrarium in a red glow.� He stood and
guided her down upon the armchair.� �Stay
there� he instructed sternly.�

Approached the cage slowly, from
less than a metre away he fired off another three intensely bright flares �
stupefy�s she assumed from the way the snake was now quiescent on the bottom of
the cage rather than reared up watching them.�

After a moment he cast a diagnostic spell and when he was content, he slid the
top of the cage open and gingerly picked up the snake by the neck.��

The table and terrarium slid to the wall out of the way and he placed the snake
stretched out along the floor, stroking its length with a finger.�

�He does make rather a fine
serpent.� I am tempted to keep him.. however he is extremely
poisonous and I believe he will be less trouble in human form.�

You were the inspiration for it, Hermione, the necklace I created to bind
you.� I have created a similar one for
him.. with some added
protections.� He will not be able to
physically attack my person.. or
yours.�

I will not have you afraid that he might somehow strangle or beat you. ��

Hermione felt horribly, sickeningly afraid that something was
going to go wrong but when the Dark Lord cast the spell and the snake grew and
elongated into Harry�s robed body, he was able to crouch and fasten a necklace
with a black bead around his neck without any problem.��

He returned to the armchair and indicated that she should get up, drawing her
back down upon his lap once more when she had let him take his seat.�� He then immediately cast a shield spell
across the centre of the room which faded to invisibility.�

�Wait!� she said urgently before he could enervate Harry again.�

He looked at her with a mix of curiosity and mild irritation.

�I�m sorry about Rodolphus, please don�t punish him.� I
asked about Harry.��

He frowned as if he had just remembered his ire when they had apparated
in.�

�and I asked him to hold me for the apparition
too.� I�m sorry. Please don�t punish
him.� He was patient and kind all
day.� And.. and I helped him sort some ...muggles.� We did a check of all the cells too.��

Voldemort looked pleasantly
surprised.� His eyebrow
quirked.� �You?� You sorted muggles
for my upcoming revel?��

He seemed incredulous.� �The champion of
house elves, saviour of the weak and downtrodden everywhere..
my mudblood queen helped to determine who is to live
and die?!��

She looked down and grimaced.�

�and Rodolphus said I could save
a girl called Katie from the deep cells if I ..if I
promised to.. if we.. �

he said he would teach me how to use a knife� she
fumbled for ideas that would please him.�

Glancing up at him, Voldemort
looked almost jubilant.� He crushed her
to him and kissed her hard.�

�Hermione.. you please me
more and more each time I see you.� I
will not punish Rodolphus.. in fact I may reward him.�

He has apparently been quite useful in promoting a desirable attitude in you right
from the start.��

She swallowed, relieved.�

�what are you going to do with Draco?� she asked
uneasily.��

He smirked.� �I plan on interrogating him later
tonight.� I was intending to visit him
before i came to Potter but..
I found it difficult to postpone my pleasure. Why?� Have you decided that there is something you might offer to protect
him, after all?��

She scowled at the red eyes glittering in mock innocent enquiry.� In a low, blatantly reluctant voice she
intoned.�

�if you promise not to punish him at all for it, no
matter what you might learn, and if you promise not to have him tortured or
force him to have sex with anyone -� I may be willing to do what you wanted me
to do.�� She scowled.�

�And yes.. I do see how irritatingly similar this
request is to the one I made about Ginny� she continued �But you see this time i�m not asking you to prevent
anyone else from hurting him I�m just asking that YOU promise not to, or to
order anyone else to.� If he pisses me
off I will still be able to punch him in the nose.��

The Dark Lord nodded understandingly.�

�Yes.. I see.�
And I�m sure young Draco, should he indeed prove untrustworthy, will lay
down his wand and bare his face to your ..fist of
righteous indignation, out of a sense of honour.�� He smirked.�

�if you agree to make the horcrux I will agree to the
first part.� Malfoy will be pardoned for
all events prior to this date.� This is
already a considerable concession.� I
will not agree on the second part as I too can see myself in a possible future
position where he may tempt me to desire some equivalent of ramming a fist into
his arrogantly hoisted proboscis.��
However I will not require him to...dispense sexual favours to others.. any longer.�

I regret the loss � he was a convincing little honey trap.� He was very useful both in persuading foreign
dignitaries to correctly interpret my generous offers to them,
and in obtaining evidence to coerce them into compliance when their attitude
was implacable.�

I am unsure whether it will be possible to replace him.� He was very skilled in deceit.�

...and in fucking, of course.� But that is really a given.�� Are we agreed on these terms?��

She thought about it but.. really � it was sufficient.� She had not really thought that Tom would
relinquish all right to punish Draco in the future.� She had protected him from the repercussions
of saving her and now he wouldn�t be abused any more either.� She nodded solemnly.� The Dark Lord smiled, pleased.�

�Excellent, my dear.�
We will do it tomorrow.�

It will bring me great relief when I know that death is not hovering at our shoulders
waiting to steal you from me��

She furrowed her brow and peered
at him.� If one didn�t know him, it would
almost sound like he cared.�

He looked at her sceptically.�

�Of course I care, Hermione.� I protect
what is mine.��

She rolled her eyes.� There it was again.� Why did every bloody person she knew somehow
want to own her?!� Wasn�t it sufficient
to allow her to be her own person and just want to be around her.� It was ridiculous.�

The arms embracing her pulled her
closer and she felt a kiss placed on her forehead.� �You are
your own person.�

Irritatingly so, my dear.� And you are also mine.� I will never allow
anyone or anything to take you from me again.��

She felt warm and cold at the words simultaneously.�

There was a part of her that believed � actually believed � that Tom cared
about her.. cared for her.. felt actual emotions at the thought of her loss in more than
the way he would feel at the loss of a possession.�

But the rest of her heard words like mine and never let and just heard the
sound of cages slamming.�

She was afraid because she really
did love him.� She didn�t think she would
have the will to leave the cage if things went on much longer.� The way he touched her made her feel safe,
warm, like she was where she was supposed to be.�

The idea of not being around him hurt like a physical wound.�

She forced her arms around his
chest and hugged him as hard as she could.�
�I love you, Tom� she whispered into his robe inaudibly.�

His hand settled feather light on her hair and stroked her a couple of times
before his arm enfolded her and pressed her to him just as hard as she was
clamping onto his ribs..� She felt his hand move behind her, apparently
casting the enervate spell and faint sounds of movement coming from Harry�s
body on the floor.�

Harry groaned� �Ohhhh.. Did
you really have to stupefy me so many
times?� My head is killing me.�� He sat up and then looked muzzily
over toward them.�

The next second he was on his feet and charging toward them..
and a half second latter he was on his back skidding
across the floor after having bounced off the shield the Dark Lord had
set.��

He sat up almost immediately and
raced back feeling with his hands ahead of him for the shield.�

�MIONE!!� he yelled.� �LET GO OF HER YOU
BASTARD!!�

She flinched and, steeling
herself, turned to look at Harry.�

He stood in the middle of the room, fingertips pressed up against the invisible
wall in front of him.� His green eyes
were wide and pain filled.� He looked
desperate.�

Voldemort/Tom turned her head to
look at him with a finger under her chin.�
�Are you alright?� he asked, apparently concerned.� She hesitated and then nodded.�

He smiled and then drew out her left hand from around his chest and lifted it,
inspecting the mark there.�

Harry smiled triumphantly and beat
a fist hollowly against the transparent shield� �She�s mine Voldemort!� You can�t have her.� She�s Mine Forever.� I�ll never take it
off.��

Mione.. tell him how you gave
yourself to me.��

Voldemort smiled wanly and lifted
her wrist to his mouth.� He kissed the
mark gently and Harry took two steps back.�

�Stop that!� he said alarmed.� Voldemort
smiled viciously and trailed the tip of his tongue around the edge of the
shield.�

Harry backed away even further, clamping his hands onto his head.�

�STOP IT!� I can feel
it when you do that.� Don�t touch her
that way..��

The man she was curled against
laughed low and cruel.� �Yes.. that is one of the effects of
your mark.� I�m sure you will learn to
live with it.� I shall be sure to suck it
whenever I bring her off.� I will instruct
Rodolphus that he is to draw her blood from the veins
beneath it. �

I will make sure you are very aware of what she is experiencing Harry, for as
long as you live.� After you die, of
course, it will evaporate. ��

Harry looked violently triumphant
again.� He stomped forward again.� �it won�t.� She took MY mark first.� I took her virgin blood.� After she fell asleep I cast a blood binding
spell, one of the many parselspels I used on her that night.�

Our lives are linked now.� If I die,
she�ll come with me.�� His face was
terrible in its dark satisfaction.�

Walking forward and placing his hands on the shield again he sneered at the
Dark Lord�

�She screamed when she came at my command, Voldemort.� She�s mine.�
Forever.�
Now get your fucking hands off her!� ��

The cold fury emanating from the
man beneath her was shockingly tangible.�
His hand had tensed around her and for a moment he looked unsure.�

Hermione stared at Harry, numb inside at the thought that she would never.. ever.. be
free of him.�

�Why would you do that to me, Harry.� How could you..� she asked brokenly.�

The boy looked at her with burning green eyes.�

�Because I love you, Mione� he said
forcefully.� �I told you.. I can�t lose you��

She felt like she�d been kicked.� So much of what Harry said sounded like the
things that Tom had said.� But Tom never
said he loved her � he probably never would, and yet she felt safe and warm and
protected and cared for.. while
Harry told her over and over how much he loved her as he hurt her and abused
her and made her mind curl up in horror.�

She looked up at Voldemort helplessly.�

Seeing her faltering on the edge of panic he waved his hand impatiently and
dropped the glamour, his young beautiful real
face suddenly appearing.� He wrapped his
arms around her and pulled her against him just as she felt herself
cracking.�

�Shhh.. its ok� he whispered into her
hair.� �I will not allow him to hurt you
again� S

he sobbed quietly into his robe at his neck and clung to him, pulling her knees
up tighter.��

Harry growled loudly in
frustration.� �Let her go, damn it��

She wiped at her eyes with her
fingers and peered at him through the teary blur.� He was staring at them both but his eyes kept
flicking to Tom with an unreadable expression.�

�Why thank you Harry, I�m so flattered you think so� Tom said dryly and Harry
abruptly coloured.�

Hermione looked at Tom
questioningly.�

�Don�t.� Harry said in a low
voice, looking at Tom.�

Tom narrowed his eyes at him.�

�You have yet again ruined my plans, Harry.�
You have no idea how tired I
am of seeing your face, hearing your name.�
If I could.. and perhaps I can...I would like nothing more than to erase you
utterly from the world.��

Until I am able to find a way to kill you, your existence will be worse than
death.�

Turning and scrutinizing Hermione, he cast a stinging hex at Harry, who jumped,
gasping slightly but biting off a yelp.�

Seemingly satisfied that no
effects were shared by Hermione he turned back to Harry and muttered with satisfaction� �crucio.��

The boy crashed to the ground, whimpering faintly, rolling and shaking and
bucking to try to relieve the unbearable pain.�
His hands scrabbled frantically at the stone floor.� Cramping and extending helplessly, after a couple
of minutes he finally began to wail in agony.�

Tom released the curse and Harry
collapsed into panting whimpers again.�

After only a half a minute in
which Hermione watched fascinated while he twitched and spasmed, Voldemort cast
the crucio on him again.�

Harry started screaming almost immediately this time and when it was taken off
a couple of minutes later he fell to sobbing quietly, disconsolately.� Tom smiled coldly.

She felt somehow pleased while
watching him hurt Harry.� That wasn�t
right, surely?� But she did.� It was good to see someone else have power
over Harry like this.��

Tom had him writhing and screeching under the crucio
again.�

Hermione spoke quietly.� Harry probably couldn�t hear over his own
screams.� �I�m glad I gave you to Tom, Harry.� It was me, you know.� My plan.� I�m not sorry at all.� You deserve this.��

Tom pressed her close and kissed her just in front of her ear.� �Perhaps Severus might like to join us, my
precious?� he said softly, as if asking her
permission.�

She smiled and nodded.� �I think Severus has been dying to curse Harry
for years actually�

Tom dropped the crucio again, leaving Harry sobbing and crying out still
when cramps forced him to move and jangled his damaged nerves.�

Tom tossed stinging hexes at him, forcing him to jump and make every sensation
worse.� He smirked and conjured a cloud
of dots around Harry, dropping them upon him.�

�what is that?� she asked.�

�Fire ants� Tom replied with a smirk.� �less effort than continually recasting the stinging
hex.��

Harry was screaming at full lung
as Tom drew Severus� sigil.�� The man himself appeared a few moments later
in the guise of professor Snape, looking alert and worried.�

He seemed relieved when he saw them both sitting there together and realised Tom
wasn�t in any danger, immediately turning to the source of the screams, a boy
writhing and screaming, covered in ants that he was too cramped and broken to
prevent from crawling inside his robes, into his nose, his ears, his wide
screaming mouth.�

Severus tilted his head and admired the view.�

�You know... I have spent seven years wishing to see exactly that.� Thank you my Lord� he said with a note of
soul-deep relief in his voice.��

Tom filled him in on what had
transpired in the room before he had started to curse Harry.�

When he had finished Severus�
vanished the ants and began casting curse after curse of the
darkest nature, a twisted expression of loathing on his face.��

Tom put his arms around Hermione and held her close and they simply watched.�

After perhaps an hour of this, Tom
summoned a healer to repair Harry from the more permanent effects of the curses
that lacked full counter-curses.�� As
soon as the man finished Severus returned to flinging hexes at the prone
boy.� It seemed that Severus was going
methodically through every single horrible curse he knew, and he appeared to be
extremely broadly versed in dark arts curses.��

Harry could barely scream now.. he
heched voicelessly with wide stretched mouth and
clenched eyes.��

When Severus finally started to
tire, after some discussion between the three and a mild frown from Tom as he
reapplied the Lord Voldemort glamour, Rodolphus was
summoned back.�

The vampire appeared wary and
somewhat full of trepidation to be summoned back so soon but quickly took in
the situation.�

Severus had enlarged the chair upon which Tom and Hermione sat and now leaned
back, relaxed on a black overstuffed sofa with the two of them, massaging Hermione�s
feet with relish while he watched the boy-who-lived-to-be-hated-by-all panting
on the floor.��

Tom summoned the healer back to patch Harry up again while he explained to Rodolphus exactly what Harry had done.�

Rodolphus,
like Severus, shifted immediately into inconsolable rage and requested leave to
go and retrieve some �tools� to properly express how upset he was to the
boy.� After he had left, Severus too
asked permission to fetch a supply of potions and apparated away as soon as Tom
acquiesced.�

Then they sat alone again, tightly
embraced while Harry lay, bonelessly, physically repaired by the healer but
utterly exhausted.�

It was all he could do to turn his head toward them both.�

Tom kissed her forehead.� �I can hear him� he said quietly.� �He is still crowing that you are his��

Hermione shivered.�

�You�re wrong� she said out loud to Harry.�
�I�m not yours.� I�ll never be
yours.��

Tom sighed by her ear.� �I will find a
way to solve this problem, Hermione� he assured her.�

After a few minutes he whispered very
softly ��I am
glad that you persuaded Rodolphus to contact me.� If he had not brought you here and I had killed
the boy..�

Remind me to reward him generously.��

At that moment Severus returned, followed shortly by Rodolphus.� Each man held a small box which they enlarged
to inspect their respective �tools�.�� Severus
sat back down on the sofa next to them both. �

Hermione looked inside the wooden
box where inside the lid, row upon row of small bottles were held
magically.� Inside the box larger phials
and jars could be found.� Severus
selected two of these and closed the box, laying it on the floor beside his
feet.��

Rodolphus had transfigured a table from the terrarium
and was laying various horrible looking metal objects upon it.�

It looked like something out of a metalwork classroom or the Spanish
inquisition.

While he unrolled a leather strip full of different knives, Severus had dropped
the shield and stalked over to Harry, kneeling on one knee beside him.� He held his nose till the boy opened his
mouth and then jammed the first potion phial in it, tipping it all down his
throat and then holding mouth and nose shut till he swallowed.�

�That�s for your throat Potter.� I�d hate for Lestrange
to miss out on all your screams��

He showed him a dark red potion.� �and this one is
one of my creations.� It�s quite tricky
to make but it will give you
sufficient energy to thrash about and scream your lungs out for the next few
hours � and in addition it will prevent you from losing consciousness,
regardless what is done to you.�

No.� you will
remain present and aware for the whole performance.��

Harry clamped his mouth shut, eyes
wide and angry. �Severus smirked down at
him evily and blocked his nose again.�

�If you refuse to comply, I am
sure that Lestrange has something over there that we
can use to pry your jaw open with.� A crowbar perhaps?�� Rodolphus strolled over.

�No.. that usually breaks the
jaw.� It�s easier to fix the head in
place, cut the lips off and break out the front teeth with a hammer.� No problem to pour it in then and the wizard
can still talk.��

Harry opened his mouth and allowed
Severus to pour the potion in.� He
swallowed docilely.�

Rodolphus looked somewhere between amused and
disappointed.�

Hermione watched him,
fascinated.� She knew he had always been
quite careful around her before and had moderated himself in order to reassure
her.�

She had a feeling he was not going to moderate himself now.�

Rodolphus
leaned down and picked up one of Harry�s forearms, dragging him upright as if
he were made of air.�

Harry cried out as his muscles twanged and jangled from the cruciatus.� Rodolphus shook him
a little like a rag doll, grinning when Harry feebly tried to punch at him with
his other arm.��

He cast at the stone ceiling and the familiar manacles fell down from it,
jangling.�

It was the work of a minute to attach Harry and drop him to dangle, screaming, his toes scraping against the ground.�

Tom frowned and turned to Severus.� �Cruciatus potion.� I want to be able to tell what he is
screaming at.��

Severus complied wordlessly.�

This potion Harry opened his mouth
for eagerly, sucking at it and swallowing it as if dying of thirst.� Severus returned to the sofa, sitting close
against Tom and putting Hermione�s legs in his lap so that he could stroke her
calves.� He conjured a footrest and
leaned back to relax as if about to watch a movie.�

Rodolphus
had selected a long thin bladed knife and was walking back toward Harry with
his shoulders set and a disturbing smile on his face.�

Hermione bit her lip anxiously, looking at him.�
He looked dangerous, not that
he normally looked harmless, but she was glad he wasn�t looking at her like that.�

Harry�s eyes were huge, following
the movement of the silver object in his hand.�
�Stop..� he said hollowly.�

�Mione.. help..�� he turned large
scared green eyes on her pleadingly and she felt a clutching inside her at her
heart.�

He looked like Harry, confused scared Harry.�

As if he�d woken up from some kind of terrible dream and found himself hanging here in front of them.�

�You�ve gone and stolen something
that didn�t belong to you, Potter� Rodolphus growled
lowly. �It�s no good pleading with her, I won�t listen
if she begs me to stop.��

�It isn�t enough that you broke
her sweetness, that you..harmed
her...now I find she could be taken away permanently because our Lord needs to
rid the world of your ugly hide

� I am not happy Potter.�

I would not kill you now even if I could.�
But you are going to beg me to.�
You will see.�

We will make your body a parchment for me to write my anger upon.� I will show you exactly how much suffering
the body can withstand without
dying.� You understand,
I�ve experimented a lot in this area.��

�You can beg if you like.. you will scream � but it will not save you.� If I have to take you apart piece by piece
and reassemble you to do it again, you will think of a way to fix what you have
done.��

Innocent-Harry smiled, still
staring into Hermione�s eyes. �No.� I won�t.� I love you Mione.� He whispered harshly, his
eyes filling with tears.� She felt that
uncomfortable clench of pain around her heart again.�

Rodolphus
snarled and raised his hands to Harry�s dangling arm. He cut across the back of
his wrist and seemed to dig into.. under.. the
cut.� Harry remained still and silent but
his face pinched in pain.�

Rodolphus sliced two lines of red down the back of
his arm and then..as Hermione�s stomach turned, he
started to peel back the skin, flaying Harry.�

She turned away, grimacing, her
eyes darting uncomfortably as Harry keened and moaned in pain.� She put her chin on Tom�s shoulder, seeing
his slow dark smirk in her peripheral vision. He was visibly enjoying this. �

A small self self-preservational part in the back of her mind informed her that
if Rodolphus were doing this to her, Harry would
probably be finding it exciting too.�

What was wrong with all these
people?!� God... this was sick.� Far far worse than
cursing him� -
even if some of the effects had been horrible, like when he�d coughed his lungs
out of his body.�

She squeezed her eyes shut hearing Harry tell her in her mind over and over in
that soft, determined scared voice that he loved her.�

Tom seemed to realise that she was
conflicted.� He stroked her back gently,
leaning his head against hers as Harry finally started to scream again and she
turned to find his entire arm up to the shoulder showing slick red exposed
muscle while blood ran down his body in constant screams to a puddle on the
floor.

Curls of what looked like red shiny rubber lay discarded and she thought that
now she really would throw up.�

She started to panic, drawing her legs up closer to her body and clutching onto
Tom tightly with her fingertips, whimpering slightly.�

Tom turned to her,� cupping her face in
both hands and examining her state.� His red eyes staring deep into her own wide distressed ones.� He sighed.�

�I need to take her away from here
for this� he said to the room at large.�

Rodolphus
stopped working at the skin on Harry�s ribs where a red mowing strip of bare
muscle and shiny faint bone beneath was exposed.� �You alright, pet?� he said, sounding
concerned and taking a step toward her, his dripping knife in hand.�

Tom�s voice was wry. ��Just because you
have persuaded her to work with you on some muggle flesh, does not mean that
she will be able to handle doing so, my servant.��

He sighed and pulled her close and
she felt his hand stroke over the back of her head in a vaguely protective
comforting manner.� A third hand pressed
on her shoulder soothingly and Severus asked, hopefully �Do you want me to stay
with her, my Lord?�

Harry, who had stopped screaming
when Rodolphus had stopped tugging his flesh down,
cried out at this in a slightly hysterical, desperate voice.� �No.!� Don�t leave me Mione.� I need you here.� I.. I can do this if
you�re here with me.� Don�t go!��

�Silence!�
Severus snarled poisonously back at him and cast silencio
on him. ��

She felt rather than heard a movement in front of the Dark Lord and turned only
for a moment to see what it was before looking away from Harry again.�

Rodolphus had knelt before Tom and asked in a
restrained, tense voice.� �My Lord.� May I see
her before you take her away?�

Tom looked at her questioningly and she blinked, far beyond the ability to
contribute meaningfully to the decisionmaking
process.� She just wanted to leave.�

Tom sighed.� �Briefly. Because
you have pleased me today��

She heard Severus emit a pissed off snort.�
Tom hadn�t answered him as to whether he could stay with her and now he
was sitting up and passing her to Rodolphus, who
wrapped large arms around her back and under her knees and stood, pacing away
to the edge of the round room behind the sofas.�

She wrapped her arms around his neck.�

He smelled of blood � but then.. that was somehow normal on him. �It was normally her blood so It didn�t bother her to smell it on him as it might have if
it had been Tom or Severus.�

He darted a look over his shoulder and then bowed his head and pressed a soft
kiss to her lips.�

�I won�t let him take you from me, pet� he breathed.�

Hermione wasn�t sure if he was
talking about Harry or the Dark Lord.�
She held onto him, pulling herself closer and burying her face in his
warm scratchy neck.�

He seemed to sway slowly, rocking her and it was very calming.��

Tom appeared at their side
suddenly and growled �Enough.� Give her
back now�

Rodolphus hesitated for a moment and Tom�s eyes in
the serpentine face flashed.�

�Do not make me regret rewarding you� he hissed and took her quickly from the strong
arms encircling her.�

She looked at them both.� Tom looked threatening, possessive. �Rodolphus face had
hardened although his eyes were lowered deferentially.� He bowed shortly and withdrew and Tom focused
his attention on her again from the mild implicit threat of insurrection that
had briefly stood before him.�� Severus.� Her room. Come.� Tom
called imperiously.�

She caught the tableau�
briefly before Tom disapparated
them.� Harry was still yelling out at her
silently even though Rodolphus had returned to
peeling his skin away with a dark forbidding mien.� Severus had risen to his feet and wore a
relieved expression on his face.�

She felt herself compressed into a
tiny point.

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