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Captive Audience	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 44847 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Her back hurt when she woke and as she tried to stretch,
quite a few other muscle groups protested urgently.� She cracked her eyes and looked out blearily
through the silver filigree.�

Voices had woken her.�

Professor Snape was down on one knee before the bottom step
making a report.�

Harry.� She�d heard Harry�s name
mentioned.�

She forced her mind awake and tried to focus on the
professor.� ��

��-order hasn�t had
contact with Potter or Weasley in two months now.� They are extremely concerned.� There have been isolated unsubstantiated
reports of sightings but I have not been successful in persuading them to
breach their respective fidelius boundaries in order to pursue the two
wretches.�� They are clinging to the
notion that Dumbledore must have prepared the boy for an extended period
underground.��

Hermione woke up a little more, her mind snapping to
attention.� She remained exactly as she
lay, unwilling to risk drawing attention to herself at present.�

In her peripheral vision she saw that the red dress Voldemort had put back on
her last night (or... this morning?� Time
was a sketchy thing these days) had been changed by the elves while she
slept.� Her body was encased in grey-blue
satin with silvery embroidery now.�

�For some inexplicable
reason she had the sudden feeling that Voldemort was aware she had woken and
had turned his attention toward her.� She
could see that he sat unmoved in his throne.�
No faint gesture or flicker of a crimson eye suggested that she was
being observed... and yet... she just knew
she was.�

Professor Snape continued speaking.� �Perhaps we might draw potter and Weasley out
- or at the very least lure out some of the Order if we use the mudblood
as-��

�No.� Lord Voldemort interrupted dismissively.� �How are affairs at Hogwarts, Severus?� he
questioned, changing the subject.�

Professor Snape blinked, his face
absolutely emotionless.

��The school is
running tolerably well, My Lord.� The
Carrows are proving somewhat counter-productive in many ways.� They have been torturing students for the
smallest infractions.� It is feeding
support for an underground resistance group along the lines of the little
training club potter set up in fifth year.��

Hermione stiffened and was sorely tempted to leap up and respond
to that.�

Harry didn�t set it up.� SHE had set it
up.� The DA had been her idea, she had organized it, she
had recruited and bound its members.
She had found many if not most of the
spells that Harry had taught.� Half of
them she�d taught him first!� The DA was her group -created in response to the utter joke that DADA had
become under Umbrages tyranny.� Bloody
censored children�s books that had nothing whatsoever to do with anything even
faintly defence related.� Stupid horrid horrid woman.��

She caught the phantom smirk flash over the face of the
serpent Lord.� Professor Snape seemed to
interpret it as related to the Carrows.�

�I shall perhaps speak with them, my servant.� Although... I don�t really see where the harm
lies.� Those students who dare to resist...
who attempt to fight me... will all
be destroyed.��

�Do not concern yourself with the boy or his sidekick. I
have others working on that
particular issue.�� ...I would prefer to
keep the mudblood caged at present.� I
wish to kill her before Harry�s eyes when the time comes.��

Hermione felt her blood run cold suddenly.�

Oh.�

That was what was going to happen.� Why
she hadn�t been hurt... hadn�t been... had hardly
been touched.� He would probably tell Harry
what she�d done with him.�

She felt sick suddenly, her stomach cramping in horror.� Stupid stupid
stupid. �Of course that was the point.� How deranged had she become from living in
this cage that she even faintly considered for a second that there could be any
other reason for her continued, relatively unharmed, existence.�

�But surely my L-� professor Snape
began.� Hermione could have told him not to try it.� �Crucio!� �the high reedy voice
spat and the professor crashed to the floor shaking and writhing in pain.�

To his credit he suffered in near silence, only gaspy breaths conveying his
agony.� �

Voldemort held the curse on him for ten achingly long
seconds.��

As he arched and convulsed professor Snape�s eyes flicked to
her, meeting her own gaze as she lay, widening in shock then, before they
closed in something that looked remarkably like shame. �

�She closed her own eyes in response,
listening as the curse was dropped and professor Snape gasped apologies for
daring to second guess his Lordliness and was summarily dismissed.�

�She opened her eyes
again because of a strange awareness.�

Like the sense of being attended to before, she felt the weight of eyes upon
her.�

When she opened her eyes she startled.�

Voldemort stood very close to the cage, looking through the filigree down at
her with a thoughtful expression.� He
flicked a hand in a casual gesture and the style of her dress altered itself
around her.� Its length crawled up her
knee to rest on her mid thigh daringly.�
The bodice became tighter.� Then
he turned away without a word and returned to his throne, sitting with an air
of impatience.�

She pushed herself up off the floor to a sitting position
and stretched.��

It was cold.� Colder
now that she had less satin around her to tuck her legs into.��

The crack of apparition drew her eye as if a commercial
break on television had finished.�

A man she had seen once or twice before stood looking
pleased with himself and strode forward, dropping to his knee eagerly. �He had dark blond hair that was bound in a
coiffed queue behind him and a slender build � his blue eyes were lively but
arrogant. �She recalled he worked in the
ministry.� Some clerk
or something.� He wasn�t very
important... but he thought he
was.��

�Success, My Lord!� Your
directions were perfect � the entire department was empty and I was able to
intercept it seconds after it
appeared.� It was not officially noted in
any way.��

Voldemort looked inordinately pleased and Hermione wondered
what it was that he cared about to that extent.�
Something horrible, almost certainly.� Bad news for her.� Bad news for Harry and the
order.�

�Excellent, Travers.� Give it to me.��

The man reached into his pocket and withdrew a scroll bound
in thin white ribbon.� It was summoned
out of his hand immediately.� Lord Voldemort
caught it and untied it quickly, opening it and inspecting whatever was written
inside.� His smile widened into a dark
gloat of satisfaction.� �Did you read it,
Travers?� he asked, without looking at the man.�

Travers paused just a fraction of a
second too long.� Hermione knew he must have read it.� It was in the tension at the corner of his
mouth.�

�No, My Lord, what is it?� he asked disingenuously.�

The crimson eyes slid up and then the man dropped to his
knees, his mouth an O of shock and eyes wide and frightened.�

Voldemort dropped his mind again seconds later with a derisive sneer.� �Well at least you were not foolish enough to
attempt to make copies.�� He raised his
wand with an air of finality Hermione had come to know extremely well.� �Avada Kedavra.� He said almost
disinterestedly.�

Travers did not even try
to evade the curse and seemed unable to comprehend that he was being killed;
right up until the green light struck him and knocked the life out of his
eyes.��

She watched the expression shift on the pale flat face into
the one she had labelled internally �making a long distance call�� It preceded someone turning up here so often
she had come to understand that in some way he was summoning them.��

He leaned back in the throne, gazing off into the distance as if deep in
thought.�

The time stretched on and no death eater appeared.�

This appeared to upset Voldemort and he took on the
expression of �making an urgent long
distant call.�� From the way those
summoned appeared gripping their arm and looking pained, she assumed that he
was able to make it quite uncomfortable for them if they chose to ignore his summons.�

Finally after another two minutes a man apparated into the
room looking extremely distressed.�

Seeing Travers body crumpled on the floor he seemed to panic
even more and threw himself to his knees immediately, pressing his face to the
ground and prostrating himself.�

He was quite young.� Not bad looking, she
thought.� He had short dark brown hair
and dark eyes.� He looked like an actor
she remembered from a science fiction movie actually.� A little bit.�

�Please My Lord!!� he wailed.�

�Unfortunately Gorley, your dear friend has sealed your
fate.� A pity.��

�OBLIVIATE ME!!� the man screamed desperately.�

Voldemort seemed to consider this seriously. ��No...I am not prepared to accept any
liabilities in this matter.� But don�t
despair.� I shall see that your family
are taken care of.� Your son will one day
serve in your place.��

�NO!!!� Gorley shouted and was silenced by a green
flash.��

Hermione watched the deaths of the two men with dull acceptance.� It didn�t even manage to disturb her that seeing this day in, day out hardly affected her
anymore.�

She could watch someone killed and truly have no opinion either way.��

When Voldemort spoke quietly and his tone indicated that he
addressed her she tried to suppress
the weird little frisson of excitement at the thought that the anomaly of yesterday
was apparently not a one-time-only event.�
She shouldn�t be pleased at that.�

He�d said he was going to kill her.� He�d
only behaved like that yesterday so that he could rub it in Harry�s face.�

He was an evil monster in so very many ways she couldn�t even begin to name
them all.�

�How might I dispose of these bodies?� ...Name five ways.��

She blinked and looked at him and then her mind kicked in,
answering automatically.� �You could vanish them.� Transfigure
them.� Feed them to Nagini,
incinerate them or divide them into component parts and use them in potions.� �

�Name another five� he said quietly and turned to her with a
glint of challenge in the red gaze.

�Um... ok... you could dissolve them in acid and pour them
down the drain, you could push them through the veil in the department of
mysteries, you could �...bury them underneath a coffin in a
graveyard�

She grasped for solutions from television. �You could chain them to an anchor
and drop them into the ocean... you could...��

He interrupted ��You think like a muggle.� What spells
could I use to dispose of them?!��

She frowned slightly and thought about all the spells she
knew.� �Do you want to get rid of them
completely or just put them somewhere or in some form where they won�t be
found?�� He smiled at her
approvingly.� �Tell me how I might
destroy them entirely.��

She bit her lip and let her head lean against the cage.� �Ok... in the dissolving and vanishing spells
there�s diffluo, dirimo, hferva, desagertu, zmizet, vyprchat��

He raised his eyebrows as if to say �do go on.�

�Um...ischezat, sbelgat, evanesco, emaresco, vanesco, abolesco, pereo, praemorio, maneant... decedo, ...diflannu...uh...��

She struggled to think of one she hadn�t mentioned.� �I�m... not sure...� she said softly.�

He tilted his head thoughtfully.� �Incinerating spells then.� Begin.��

She petered out around the twenty fifth spell.� To be fair the last ten were all spells that
were principally used for something else but theoretically could be used to incinerate a body if one were patient enough.� He had her go through cutting spells � which
she knew a lot
more of- and then asked her about the possible transfigurations and the
difficulties with these.�

�While she answered,
he watched her with a pleased expression, lounging back in the throne and toying
absently at the arm with one hand.� Her
eye was drawn to it magnetically as she spoke.�

When he started to draw little circles on the wood with a long finger she
blushed automatically, stuttering and breaking off her explanation.�

He smirked in amusement.�
�Not tonight.��

His meaning was unmistakeable and she told herself that she
was relieved and not disappointed or
god forbid hurt. �

He stood, drifting gracefully to the edge of the low stairs
and pointed his wand, vanishing Travers.�
He then levitated Gorley up and pulled him through the air closer.�

�You find him attractive...� he observed in a neutral tone
that set the hairs on the back of her neck rising.�

She swallowed, not answering � no answer would be safe at this point � not when
he looked like that. Not when he used
that calm quiet voice.� Tendrils of fear
iced slowly up her veins.�

�I could render him an inferius and muzzle him if you wish
his services in my absence...�

His tone was soft and cruelly derisive but she wasn�t entirely sure he wouldn�t
do it.� He was quite impulsive when it
came to doing nasty things to others.�

�No!� Please! I don�t find him attractive.� Please don�t!!� she begged.�

The thought of the man, white eyed and foaming around a
muzzle, pushing her down and raping her filled her mind and she clenched her
eyes closed and tried to get rid of the image.�
It was so clear.

She could almost feel the hands clawing at her, trying to
tear at her in inhuman hunger... the blind animal rutting ripping her open; she
could almost hear the growls and moans.�

She whimpered and clenched her hands in her ringlets, pulling at her hair.��

The sensation faded and she looked up shocked.�

Voldemort was smirking horribly.� He wore a satisfied mien.�

She realised he�d been in her mind.� That
was almost certainly what the horrible panicking expression she saw on the
faces of death eaters and captives sometimes was about. �The images were from him.�

God... it was terrible.�

She looked down and pulled her knees up to her chest,
wrapping her arms around them.�

�Are you certain?� Voldemort�s voice was soft, a parody of
temptation.� �Gorley was quite popular
with the women.� I am certain that even
in a...somewhat diminished... condition he could satisfy you adequately.�

She shook her head frantically, pleading in silence for him
not to hurt her.� Lord Voldemort�s smirk
faded to a cold threatening snarl and he stepped right up to the cage.� �In future you will remember who you belong to.� If
it happens again, I will not be
merciful.��

With that he turned and stalked away, dragging the levitated Gorley after him
like a helium balloon.��

She shuddered and hugged her knees more tightly.��

No food or water appeared that day (night?).�
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