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A Duty and a Secret
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Chapter 5 ~ A Duty and a Secret
"Now, when you approach the Dark Lord, stand very straight with your shoulders back and look him directly in the eyes," Peter whispered to Hermione as they walked through the door. "Also, since you are not a deatheater, address him as 'Tom'."
Hermione glanced sideways at the fat little wizard. Last night she observed that the deatheaters knelt when they came before Voldemort and kept their eyes lowered to the floor until he said they could look at him. And as for calling him 'Tom'…
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Peter. He was trying to get her crucio'd. Indeed, the fat little bastard was trying to hide a smile. She'd fix him.
They approached the Dark Lord. Hermione immediately knelt and lowered her eyes to the floor. Voldemort nodded slightly with approval as Peter scowled. Damn it.
"You may rise, Miss Granger and look at me," the Dark Lord said.
Hermione stood up and gazed on the serpentine visage of Voldemort. She looked like she wanted to say something.
"You wish to speak?" the Dark Lord asked her.
Hermione nodded.
"Speak then," the wizard said.
"I was wondering how I should address you? Peter told me that since I wasn't a deatheater, I should address you by the name 'Tom'," she said innocently.
Voldemort swiftly turned his head toward Peter, who was pale as a ghost.
"Did you tell her this, Peter?" Voldemort asked the trembling wizard.
Peter knew better than to lie. The Dark Lord would simply look in his mind and know the truth.
"Yes, my Lord, but only in jest," the animagus replied.
Voldemort's face twisted into a black scowl.
"You make a jest of my name, Peter? Crucio!"
The Dark Lord struck the fat little wizard with the Cruciatus curse as Hermione looked on, satisfied as Peter convulsed screaming from the pain. Voldemort held the blast on him for a minute and a half, more than enough time for the wizard to soil himself.
Voldemort ended the curse, and Peter fell to the ground seizuring, foaming at the mouth.
Voldemort's red eyes turned back to Hermione.
"You knew that would happen to him when you told me, didn't you?" Voldemort asked her.
Hermione swallowed, but answered him.
"I didn't know for certain, but I had hoped so, sir," Hermione responded, "considering that's what he hoped would have happened to me if I had followed his instructions."
The witch looked at the writhing wizard and shuddered at the idea that could have been her covered in shit and foaming at the mouth.
To her surprise, the Dark Lord laughed.
"It appears you have a little darkness in you," he said. "Refer to me as "my Lord." Although you are not one of my deatheaters, I prefer it. For the time you are here, I will be your Lord after all."
"Yes, my Lord," Hermione said.
Voldemort looked at her consideringly.
"Open your robes," he said imperiously.
Hermione didn't hesitate. She knew the Dark Lord had a hair trigger wand. She had tasted the curse last night and didn't want to feel it again. She quickly unfastened her robes and opened them so the Dark Lord could see her body, her mind working quickly.
The Dark Lord's eyes swept over her curves appreciatively.
"You are quite lovely, Hermione. You don't mind me calling you Hermione, do you?" the wizard asked her, his eyes slitted.
Actually, she did mind, but wasn't going to say so.
"No my Lord," she responded.
"Good," he said, looking at her thoughtfully. "As you probably know, everyone in my stronghold has an assigned duty. think that I will use you as a special reward for my deatheaters who have done me great service. It is an easy duty, and you will only have to fuck one at a time, rather than a group. You will be untouched otherwise. I am being very generous."
"Thank you my Lord," Hermione said, hesitating. "But I wonder if I might persuade you to use me in another capacity."
The Dark Lord frowned at her audacity, but withheld his wand. He wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Another capacity?" he asked her.
"Yes my Lord. I have completed my potions studies with extremely high marks sir. I am quite good at it, almost on par with a Potions Mistress and was hoping you might use my skills in some way. Perhaps in your potions labs to work on projects for you," Hermione said hopefully.
Voldemort looked at her consideringly.
"I already have a Potions Master. Severus," he said to her, frowning slightly.
"Yes my Lord. But I imagine Severus cannot devote as much time as you would like him to, due to his duties at Hogwarts. I've worked with him, and know his procedures intimately. I could continue whatever work he's started while he is teaching."
Voldemort considered this. Hermione was right. Severus couldn't devote enough time to the potions Voldemort wanted created. He was currently trying to find a way to strengthen his snake venom so he didn't have to take it so often. He had to have it once a week. He would like to be able to take it once a month. He wondered if the witch had the skills to create such an elixir.
"Severus is aware of your skills, I imagine…since you two used to be 'close'," the Dark Lord said with a bit of a sneer. "Very well, I shall consult with Severus about this. What else can you do?"
"I have a degree in Spell Making, but I don't have my wand so…" she began.
"Spell Making?" the Dark Lord said excitedly. "You can create original spells?"
Hermione nodded, a little confused by his reaction.
"Then that is the duty you will perform for me as well as the possible position of assistant Potions maker," he said with finality.
"But my Lord, I have no wand. I lost it when Lucius took me," Hermoine exclaimed. "I cannot make spells without a wand."
"A wand is no problem, Hermione. I realize that a handpicked wand from Ollivander's is preferred, but you can use a substitute. Peter, get up!" the Dark Lord said to the recovering wizard.
Peter did his best to comply, sitting up then turning on his knees and slowly rising. Voldemort looked at Hermione with narrowed eyes.
"I need you to understand something, Hermione. You are my prisoner and cannot leave this domain. Giving you access to a wand is taking a great risk. I want to make it very plain to you, that if you try to escape, I will kill you outright. No torture, no second chances. If you try to use your magic against me, I will kill you."
"Because of the importance of your duty to me, I will however allow you to protect yourself against my deatheaters. Like every other female here, they will want a chance at you and I will not deny them that chance. They will want you more because you are a mudblood. You will have to be vigilant if you want to remain untouched. If you can, ally yourself with one or two of our females. They protect themselves in groups. In my ranks it is dog eat dog, Hermione. Raw and cutthroat. The only thing I don't allow is outright murder. Rape is perfectly fine. To the stronger go the spoils. Be strong, Hermione or be prey. Wormtail!"
Peter stepped forward a little shakily. The Dark Lord was going to give the mudblood a wand? Good gods. He'd have to watch his step.
"Wormtail, take her to the wand room and let her go through them until she finds one that suits her," the Dark Lord said. "Hermione, remember what I have told you. This wand is for the duty you have to me. A lab will be set up for you. If you try to use it in any way to free yourself or harm me, you WILL DIE."
"Yes my Lord," Hermione said, bowing slightly.
"Go with Wormtail," the Dark Lord said, scourgifying the shitty, pissy wizard and dismissing her.
Hermione followed Peter to a door in the far wall. The wizard opened it and led her down a small, badly lit hallway to another door at the far end. He opened it and she walked through. With his wand, Peter turned up the torches. Hermione's eyes went wide.
Piled in the room was nothing but wands, hundreds if not thousands of them.
"Where did they all come from?" she asked Peter, her voice just above a whisper.
"They are the wands of the dead," Peter replied. "The Dark Lord keeps them as mementos."
Hermione shuddered. A life was lost for every wand here. Voldemort was a true tyrant.
"Well, get started," Peter said impatiently, sitting down in a small wooden chair against the wall.
Hermione picked up an eleven-inch wand made of maple. She pointed it. A few weak sparks shot out. She put it behind her so she wouldn't choose it again.
She didn't have Mr. Ollivander to guide her to the wand best suited for her this time.
This could take a while.
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Voldemort sat on his throne looking a bit bored when suddenly a deatheater apparated into the throne room, hood drawn. The servant began to walk toward him. The Dark Lord immediately knew who it was by the walk. That walk could make a dead man get an erection.
"Bella," he lisped, feeling his loins stir. Just what he needed. His favorite female plaything.
The witch lowered her hood, revealing wildly curling black hair, sultry gray eyes and blood red lips. She opened the first few fasteners of her robes so her ample cleavage was visible beneath. Like always she wore nothing beneath. She knelt, displaying her breasts.
"My Lord," she breathed.
"Rise Bella, and approach me," Voldemort said hoarsely, spreading his legs slightly.
Bella mounted the steps to the throne and dropped to her knees between his legs, looking up at him. She placed a pale hand on his thigh. Her nails were painted black and had the tiny image of a silver skull on each.
"Did Lucius deliver the mudblood, my Lord?" Bella asked him, rubbing his thin thigh as the wizard began unfastening his robes.
"Yes, Bella…she is here, selecting a wand," the Dark Lord breathed, his crimson eyes on her full lips.
Bella looked surprised.
"A prisoner with a wand, my Lord?" she asked him, her brow slightly furrowed.
"It is for a duty she is to perform for me. She knows it means death if she misuses it," he said, pulling his robes apart and revealing his writhing, scaled cock. Bella took it in her hand, and he hissed…just like a snake.
"Do you think she suspects, my Lord? What we did?" Bella asked, petting his twisting organ.
"No," the Dark Lord sighed, enjoying her touch, "Both she and Severus believe the miscarriage was a natural occurrence. They have no reason to believe otherwise. You did well, Bella. Your execution was flawless."
"Thank you, my Lord," she said, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking hard.
Both of the wizard's long, elegant hands locked into Bellatrix LeStrange's ebony curls as he threw his head back with pleasure.
"Yessssss," Voldemort hissed as her lips dragged over him. "Thank me, Bella. Thank me, my faithful servant."
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A/N: Wow. So the miscarriage was not an accident. Damn. All hell is going to break loose if Hermione and Severus find this out. And trust me…they WILL find it out. Please review.
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Chapter 5 ~ A Duty and a Secret
"Now, when you approach the Dark Lord, stand very straight with your shoulders back and look him directly in the eyes," Peter whispered to Hermione as they walked through the door. "Also, since you are not a deatheater, address him as 'Tom'."
Hermione glanced sideways at the fat little wizard. Last night she observed that the deatheaters knelt when they came before Voldemort and kept their eyes lowered to the floor until he said they could look at him. And as for calling him 'Tom'…
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Peter. He was trying to get her crucio'd. Indeed, the fat little bastard was trying to hide a smile. She'd fix him.
They approached the Dark Lord. Hermione immediately knelt and lowered her eyes to the floor. Voldemort nodded slightly with approval as Peter scowled. Damn it.
"You may rise, Miss Granger and look at me," the Dark Lord said.
Hermione stood up and gazed on the serpentine visage of Voldemort. She looked like she wanted to say something.
"You wish to speak?" the Dark Lord asked her.
Hermione nodded.
"Speak then," the wizard said.
"I was wondering how I should address you? Peter told me that since I wasn't a deatheater, I should address you by the name 'Tom'," she said innocently.
Voldemort swiftly turned his head toward Peter, who was pale as a ghost.
"Did you tell her this, Peter?" Voldemort asked the trembling wizard.
Peter knew better than to lie. The Dark Lord would simply look in his mind and know the truth.
"Yes, my Lord, but only in jest," the animagus replied.
Voldemort's face twisted into a black scowl.
"You make a jest of my name, Peter? Crucio!"
The Dark Lord struck the fat little wizard with the Cruciatus curse as Hermione looked on, satisfied as Peter convulsed screaming from the pain. Voldemort held the blast on him for a minute and a half, more than enough time for the wizard to soil himself.
Voldemort ended the curse, and Peter fell to the ground seizuring, foaming at the mouth.
Voldemort's red eyes turned back to Hermione.
"You knew that would happen to him when you told me, didn't you?" Voldemort asked her.
Hermione swallowed, but answered him.
"I didn't know for certain, but I had hoped so, sir," Hermione responded, "considering that's what he hoped would have happened to me if I had followed his instructions."
The witch looked at the writhing wizard and shuddered at the idea that could have been her covered in shit and foaming at the mouth.
To her surprise, the Dark Lord laughed.
"It appears you have a little darkness in you," he said. "Refer to me as "my Lord." Although you are not one of my deatheaters, I prefer it. For the time you are here, I will be your Lord after all."
"Yes, my Lord," Hermione said.
Voldemort looked at her consideringly.
"Open your robes," he said imperiously.
Hermione didn't hesitate. She knew the Dark Lord had a hair trigger wand. She had tasted the curse last night and didn't want to feel it again. She quickly unfastened her robes and opened them so the Dark Lord could see her body, her mind working quickly.
The Dark Lord's eyes swept over her curves appreciatively.
"You are quite lovely, Hermione. You don't mind me calling you Hermione, do you?" the wizard asked her, his eyes slitted.
Actually, she did mind, but wasn't going to say so.
"No my Lord," she responded.
"Good," he said, looking at her thoughtfully. "As you probably know, everyone in my stronghold has an assigned duty. think that I will use you as a special reward for my deatheaters who have done me great service. It is an easy duty, and you will only have to fuck one at a time, rather than a group. You will be untouched otherwise. I am being very generous."
"Thank you my Lord," Hermione said, hesitating. "But I wonder if I might persuade you to use me in another capacity."
The Dark Lord frowned at her audacity, but withheld his wand. He wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Another capacity?" he asked her.
"Yes my Lord. I have completed my potions studies with extremely high marks sir. I am quite good at it, almost on par with a Potions Mistress and was hoping you might use my skills in some way. Perhaps in your potions labs to work on projects for you," Hermione said hopefully.
Voldemort looked at her consideringly.
"I already have a Potions Master. Severus," he said to her, frowning slightly.
"Yes my Lord. But I imagine Severus cannot devote as much time as you would like him to, due to his duties at Hogwarts. I've worked with him, and know his procedures intimately. I could continue whatever work he's started while he is teaching."
Voldemort considered this. Hermione was right. Severus couldn't devote enough time to the potions Voldemort wanted created. He was currently trying to find a way to strengthen his snake venom so he didn't have to take it so often. He had to have it once a week. He would like to be able to take it once a month. He wondered if the witch had the skills to create such an elixir.
"Severus is aware of your skills, I imagine…since you two used to be 'close'," the Dark Lord said with a bit of a sneer. "Very well, I shall consult with Severus about this. What else can you do?"
"I have a degree in Spell Making, but I don't have my wand so…" she began.
"Spell Making?" the Dark Lord said excitedly. "You can create original spells?"
Hermione nodded, a little confused by his reaction.
"Then that is the duty you will perform for me as well as the possible position of assistant Potions maker," he said with finality.
"But my Lord, I have no wand. I lost it when Lucius took me," Hermoine exclaimed. "I cannot make spells without a wand."
"A wand is no problem, Hermione. I realize that a handpicked wand from Ollivander's is preferred, but you can use a substitute. Peter, get up!" the Dark Lord said to the recovering wizard.
Peter did his best to comply, sitting up then turning on his knees and slowly rising. Voldemort looked at Hermione with narrowed eyes.
"I need you to understand something, Hermione. You are my prisoner and cannot leave this domain. Giving you access to a wand is taking a great risk. I want to make it very plain to you, that if you try to escape, I will kill you outright. No torture, no second chances. If you try to use your magic against me, I will kill you."
"Because of the importance of your duty to me, I will however allow you to protect yourself against my deatheaters. Like every other female here, they will want a chance at you and I will not deny them that chance. They will want you more because you are a mudblood. You will have to be vigilant if you want to remain untouched. If you can, ally yourself with one or two of our females. They protect themselves in groups. In my ranks it is dog eat dog, Hermione. Raw and cutthroat. The only thing I don't allow is outright murder. Rape is perfectly fine. To the stronger go the spoils. Be strong, Hermione or be prey. Wormtail!"
Peter stepped forward a little shakily. The Dark Lord was going to give the mudblood a wand? Good gods. He'd have to watch his step.
"Wormtail, take her to the wand room and let her go through them until she finds one that suits her," the Dark Lord said. "Hermione, remember what I have told you. This wand is for the duty you have to me. A lab will be set up for you. If you try to use it in any way to free yourself or harm me, you WILL DIE."
"Yes my Lord," Hermione said, bowing slightly.
"Go with Wormtail," the Dark Lord said, scourgifying the shitty, pissy wizard and dismissing her.
Hermione followed Peter to a door in the far wall. The wizard opened it and led her down a small, badly lit hallway to another door at the far end. He opened it and she walked through. With his wand, Peter turned up the torches. Hermione's eyes went wide.
Piled in the room was nothing but wands, hundreds if not thousands of them.
"Where did they all come from?" she asked Peter, her voice just above a whisper.
"They are the wands of the dead," Peter replied. "The Dark Lord keeps them as mementos."
Hermione shuddered. A life was lost for every wand here. Voldemort was a true tyrant.
"Well, get started," Peter said impatiently, sitting down in a small wooden chair against the wall.
Hermione picked up an eleven-inch wand made of maple. She pointed it. A few weak sparks shot out. She put it behind her so she wouldn't choose it again.
She didn't have Mr. Ollivander to guide her to the wand best suited for her this time.
This could take a while.
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Voldemort sat on his throne looking a bit bored when suddenly a deatheater apparated into the throne room, hood drawn. The servant began to walk toward him. The Dark Lord immediately knew who it was by the walk. That walk could make a dead man get an erection.
"Bella," he lisped, feeling his loins stir. Just what he needed. His favorite female plaything.
The witch lowered her hood, revealing wildly curling black hair, sultry gray eyes and blood red lips. She opened the first few fasteners of her robes so her ample cleavage was visible beneath. Like always she wore nothing beneath. She knelt, displaying her breasts.
"My Lord," she breathed.
"Rise Bella, and approach me," Voldemort said hoarsely, spreading his legs slightly.
Bella mounted the steps to the throne and dropped to her knees between his legs, looking up at him. She placed a pale hand on his thigh. Her nails were painted black and had the tiny image of a silver skull on each.
"Did Lucius deliver the mudblood, my Lord?" Bella asked him, rubbing his thin thigh as the wizard began unfastening his robes.
"Yes, Bella…she is here, selecting a wand," the Dark Lord breathed, his crimson eyes on her full lips.
Bella looked surprised.
"A prisoner with a wand, my Lord?" she asked him, her brow slightly furrowed.
"It is for a duty she is to perform for me. She knows it means death if she misuses it," he said, pulling his robes apart and revealing his writhing, scaled cock. Bella took it in her hand, and he hissed…just like a snake.
"Do you think she suspects, my Lord? What we did?" Bella asked, petting his twisting organ.
"No," the Dark Lord sighed, enjoying her touch, "Both she and Severus believe the miscarriage was a natural occurrence. They have no reason to believe otherwise. You did well, Bella. Your execution was flawless."
"Thank you, my Lord," she said, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking hard.
Both of the wizard's long, elegant hands locked into Bellatrix LeStrange's ebony curls as he threw his head back with pleasure.
"Yessssss," Voldemort hissed as her lips dragged over him. "Thank me, Bella. Thank me, my faithful servant."
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A/N: Wow. So the miscarriage was not an accident. Damn. All hell is going to break loose if Hermione and Severus find this out. And trust me…they WILL find it out. Please review.