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Lost Souls	By : TheShadowFox Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 3759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Phew! This chapter took a while to write, but finally finished it! Hope this one is better than the last! I’m really liking where this story is going [in my head so far], and will try my best to keep a steady posting rate for the next chapters! Enjoy and please rate and review!! They are very much appreciated! Had to change my disclaimer, glad I was informed about it before my story got deleted! Eepers, that woulda been bad! xD Hopefully all is well now, so enjoy!!(:

Chapter 4 - Façade

“Ginny betrayed us,” I heard Harry say quietly. He was talking to himself again. All I could do was nod solemnly. Why had she changed sides? When had she changed sides? It could not have been to save her family, because she had just killed Ron four days ago. I tried to think of reasons for her betrayal, but nothing came to mind.

“Hermione,” Harry suddenly said and I looked over at him, he was still looking down. “What are we going to do? I know I’m usually the one to come up with a plan, but right now I’m not sure I can think straight. I’ve tried, but nothing’s been coming to my head.”

“I don’t know,” I said slowly, “but I’ll think of something.”

It was true. I really had no idea what we could do, or how we could escape. Harry wasn’t in the right mind set due to Ginny. I wasn’t much better because of Ron, but I have forced myself to get over it for the time being. Right now was not the time to be grieving or showing weaknesses. Right now I needed to be strong, for the both of us.

I sat there, remembering what Harry had said the previous day.

[Flashback]

“Harry,” I asked him, “why did you flee from the battle at Hogwarts? I know this isn’t the best time to ask, but if we’re going to die, I at least need to know what happened that day.” I knew my soul would not truly lay at rest until I found out.

I looked over at him; he was staring at the wall, guilt written all over his face. I knew it then.

“you ran out of fear,” I stated. He nodded in confirmation, it was barely noticeable, but I had come to know him so well that I knew what it meant.

“I knew I wasn’t going to beat him. Something inside of me told me that. I kept trying to tell myself that I was ready to die, but I really wasn’t, and now, I have no choice,” he said.

My heart sank. He was afraid. Of course he was afraid! Who wouldn’t be in his situation!

He left you all to die, a voice in my head stated.

No. As much as I feel betrayed by his decision, I understand why he did it. Anyone in his position would have run too. Being one on one with the Dark Lord was not anyone’s cup of tea.

“I feel bad for what I did Hermione,” Harry said, catching my attention. “I’m nothing but a coward. I ran away when I had the chance to kill him. I ran away when everyone needed me the most. Ever since I left I’ve regretted my decision.

“I thought that I could leave this life behind and start over. I didn’t want to be Harry Potter anymore, so I changed my name. I traveled all over Europe, Asia, and America, trying to find a place to settle down.

“I never felt right where ever I went. I got to Florida, remembering what you told me about your visit there with your parents, and thought that I could distract myself by going and experiencing what you had experienced.

“Then you three found me, and I didn’t know what to do. It was like my entire world came crashing down on me, and I realized that I had to face reality and go with you back to England. Back to where You-Know-Who was. I knew then that I would have to face Him all over again, and now we’re stuck here, as his prisoners, defenseless. Some ‘Chosen One’ I turned out to be…”

[End Flashback]

We sat in our cells, waiting for something- anything- to happen, but nothing did. Another day went by, and night was quickly approaching. I was pacing around my cell, trying to think of a plan, when I glanced at my hand bag on the floor.

Of course!

How had I forgotten that I had my hand bag with me? I still had a few extra wands in there, and we could use them to break out of here. I hadn’t felt any apparation wards up, so all I needed to do was use one of the wands to break open my door, grab Harry, and we could get out of this hell hole.

I glanced over at him, he’s still sleeping, and smiled weakly. I shouldn’t wake him.

I searched through my bag until I found a short wand. I cast a silencing charm throughout the room and broke open my cell door. Stepping out, I looked around the room and then up the stair case. All was clear, so I went back over to Harry’s cell door. I was about to mumble a spell when I felt a wand tip press against my back.

“Not so fast Miss Granger,” I heard Snape’s dry voice from behind me, “drop the wand.”

I slowly let the wand slip from my fingers and the only sound in the room was from the wand hitting the cold, hard, stone floor. I knew it was pointless to fight back, and I kept my mouth shut.

“I believe that the Dark Lord should meet with the stupid prisoner who set off our alarms. Do you agree Miss Granger?” Snape’s words were sharp and like ice.

Meet the Dark Lord? No thank-you! I am just fine staying down here.

Snape turned me around to face him, his wand slightly lowered but still pointing up at my face. “Yes, I do indeed believe the Dark Lord will be pleased to meet the Mudblood who set everyone into a frenzy.”

I set everyone into a frenzy? How so? He said there was an alarm. Was that because of my silencing charm? Or had my silencing charm actually not worked? I hadn’t heard any alarms. I couldn’t believe that my silencing charm had failed, because I knew that I had performed it correctly. The alarm must have been set to go off if our cell doors were blasted open, which mine was.

“Come,” was all Snape said and he flicked his wand for me to follow him.

I remained silent as I followed Snape throughout the mansion. It took a while, but when we eventually stopped in front of a door, Snape spoke softly and the door opened. He grabbed me roughly and pushed me into the crowded room.

I looked up and saw Voldemort on the opposite side of the room. He stopped talking to one of his Death Eaters when we entered and he stared at me, raising one of his hairless eyebrows. I could see and feel the dark magic that surrounded him, it made me shudder involuntarily.

I stood tall regardless, and refused to let myself cower or show fear. He merely laughed.

“Young Gryffindor, trying to put on her brave façade, how charming of you,” he said calmly.

“My Lord, Miss Granger was the one who set off the alarms. She managed to escape from her cell and was about to set the Potter boy free when I interrupted. She had several wands hidden in her hand bag here,” Snape said and held up my small beaded bag.

“And who was it, that was in charge of keeping watch down in the dungeons? Carrow, I believe I placed you in charge of that,” the Dark Lord snapped viciously.

I saw Amycus Carrow flinch at his words before bowing and saying, “Y-yes My-my Lord.” He didn’t bother to say anything else, and I realized just how afraid he was of Voldemort. He did not want to give out any reasons or excuses for his failure.

“You know what happens to those who fail to do their jobs Amycus. I have excused your foolishness in the past, but now…,” Voldemort spoke slowly, and full of venom.

I could only watch silently as a flash of green left the tip of Voldemort’s wand and strike Carrow straight to this heart. His sister, Alecto, twitched but did not falter in her stern expression. Upon watching this, I knew my time was next. The flash of green was going to come my way in a few moments, and I would soon join Carrow and the rest of my friends in the afterlife.

Voldemort snapped his head in my direction, seeming to have forgotten that I was there. He dismissed the rest of his Death Eaters, and then we were completely alone.

“Oh no, my dearest Mudblood,” he said, “I am not going to kill you, yet. I have much need of your skills.”

My skills?

“Yes, your skills. I was the one who placed the wards and spells on your cell to keep you locked in. You were smart enough to figure out how to get yourself free. A little slower than I had expected, but you still pulled through, having thought a clever plan of escape. Sadly, you were not smart enough to leave with out your friend. That was your downfall.”

“I don’t see how leaving with Harry is my downfall. My downfall was that I wasn’t quick enough, as you stated, and…” I realized something that he said.

I stared up at him in question and said, “You were testing me and my abilities.”

He nodded but then smiled. “You are foolish Mudblood, but brave enough to be so bold in the presence of your superior,” he sneered.

I glared at him and said, “And who would that be? Surely you don’t mean yourself.”

He smiled and strode over to the fireplace.

“Foolish…,” he repeated in a whisper.

“Crucio.”

I fell to the floor in a flood of pain. Every ounce of my being felt like to was being ripped apart and set on fire. I rolled around on the floor, screaming my lungs out.

Almost as soon as the pain had started, it ceased and as I tried to regain proper feeling in my body, I realized I’d started to cry and quickly wiped my tears away.

Do not show weakness. Do not show fears. I kept telling myself.

“You will soon learn, Miss Granger, that I do not tolerate such foolishness to occur. You can tell yourself all you like to be brave and not show your weaknesses. You can keep up this façade if you like, but I see right through you. You’re not going to die. Because, I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to break you.”

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