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Chapter 5, The Chase.

Every inch of my body hurt, My bloody scar worst of all, It felt like my head was on fire, nothing I wasn't use too, however. I turn, trying to look at Ron through cracked glasses. Surprisingly they healed his chest, but he was still feverish and in between consciousness. I struggle against the tightened ropes.
"Hang in there Ron, I'll find a way out of here and we will save Hermoine," I croak to Ron, He moans slightly. Hermione, I hope she's okay, the nightmares, the ones I've suffered for the past year come to my memory and I scream in pain.
" Argh.. Herm...ione.." I croak through the pain. I'm lost in my thoughts trying to block out the horrible things I know must be happening to Hermione. I'm powerless to help her...
"Hello boys, I hope my death eaters have been very hospitable? I see the blood traitor is comfortable" rings a very familiar voice above me.
I snap up from my sorrow induced delirium and see none other than Tom Riddle standing before me. His head tilted and his eyes red. I struggle against the ropes, but I seem to just be pulled right back to the large oak tree we are tied too.
" Where is she, Riddle?" I ask through gritted teeth, the closer he is the more pain I seem to experience, my skull splitting open.
" Who? "Your" little girlfriend? "She's currently alone in the Black Forest running for all your lives, I should be getting back soon, I'm curious to see how she sounds when she's screaming my name, pain? pleasure? It doesn't matter. I imagine I could ask you. Are the princesses screams in your nightmares anywhere close to the real thing? I don't like to brag but I'm a master at creating nightmares, I consider it a hobby " Riddle says with complete malice etched upon his beautiful features.
" IF YOU LAY A FUCKING FINGER ON HER I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS RIDDLE!" I bellow, knocking my cracked glasses off. I'm breathing heavily as I try to focus my bleary vision on the snake face bastard but with a splitting migraine, it's quite difficult. Ron starts to stir slightly, good.
" You Gryffindors really should work on your tempers, or at least do it with class boy."
Voldemort bends down and reaches for something, next thing I feel is him repositioning my glasses onto my face. He smiles back and I glare, I try to say a threat but it seems the bastard silenced me.
" Hermione is fated to be mine boy, she's roy-"
Voldemort pauses midsentence and his eyes grow red, It seems my little Griffin has a few tricks up her sleeve. Until next time Harry"
Voldemort swishes his wand just when I make the connection. My eyes grow wide before I'm lost to the darkness.
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A Lioness at Heart.
I run about half a mile before I plunge to the ground, not able to see anymore, The narrow path has gotten too dark to see, I would be stupid to use lumos, however I raise the wand to my eyes breathing raggedly I mutter *visusnocturnus and I'm instantly able to see as if it was morning, I guess the Black's library finally paid off. Okay, I think as I hide in nearby a bush and think, put yourself into the mind of that sociopath. My breathing slowly evens out and I snap my eyes open. I stare at my wand and run a tracking diagnosis on it, bastard I think bitterly as the charm detects one. I pull my knotted curls into a bun and get to work.
It takes about 7 minutes, my forehead dripping with sweet, but I finally break the locating charms on my wand. Real tricky snake breath but you're going to have to be a little sneakier than that in fact... I smile, I hope you're ready to play Riddle. A moments later my wand and coin purse are tied around my tawny shiny coat with a lavender ribbon from my Yule Ball, I'm running at full speed. My Animagus is a lioness, we decided to become Animagus four years ago, it was almost the most logical step at that point. That's when we started our hiding, I swear I can still taste the bitter mandrake leaves. Harry is obviously a stag like his father, Ron is a bloody brown bear, and I'm a lioness, true to my house. I leap gracefully with my powerful hind legs. I should make it to the river in no time. I stop and scent the air- I can smell his dark aura, like leather, ink, and blood. Suddenly a glass vial of silver swirls crack before my front paws, The silver mist spreads fast around me, I'm coughing and before I know it I'm laying back in my human form. Jean shorts and my red flannel shirt sticking to my sweat-slicked body, my caramel toned legs are bruised and bloody from the unexpected transformation. I autonomously grab my wand and crouch low, whimpering low in pain and fear as I scan the forest surroundings listen. Where is he?...
Red sparks fly my way and I barely block it! Wide eye I shuffle back from the area the jinx came.
Out appears Voldemort from behind a heavily vined tree, His eyes are red, ever the graceful angelic demon he is.
" I must admit little lioness that I would never have thought about you turning animagus, However, Malfoy assured me it wouldn't hurt to take some of his potion that reverts Animagi back their human self. It's bottled from quite a rare plant that blooms in one cave in Brazil. I must commend him for his foresight. A true Slytherin.
I stare at Voldemort completely defeated, No... A thud drops to the dampened floor by my feet, my wand. I snatch it with fervor.
Voldemort stares at me with undecipherable eyes " Do not worry princess your time is not quite up, I'm enjoying this way too much to stop now. Do enjoy your freedom while you can. Imagine a true lioness at heart" and with that, he vanished again.
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A Friend of Your Father.
I sit there in utter shock I can still feel his dark magic lingering. He's playing with me, I should be dead right now, Harry.. Ron...
I rise up and run, all logic and reasoning left my body the second Riddle disappeared, I flee as tears blur my eyes, I don't care where I'm running as long as I get out of here. I try to turn back into my lioness form but it appears that blasted counter potion has lasting effects. My sides burn with each frantic step. Before long I'm standing before a shallow lake, probably no deeper than 4 feet. I'm hyperventilating as I stand by the waters end and look into the surface. I cant do this...He's too strong and he's toying with me, this is all sport to him I think as I break down and cry in anguish. I feel my tangled curls sizzle will magic. I'm going to be the deaths of Harry and Ron. I stare at myself through the lakes silvered reflection as my tears ripple, melting within the chilled waters.
“Get it together Hermione, you’re not going to win behaving like this,” I say to myself as I wipe the tears from my eyes.
“Certainly not,” says a high pitched girlish voice from the shallow lake. The smell of fresh rainwater and water lilies wafts through the air like a mist.
I jump in alertness and jump back from the water's edge, I pull out my wand and try and make out a shape on the other side of the lake, A drooping willow covers a majority of the small lake.
" Show yourself," I say calmly, I refuse to die here by a kelpie or such..
" I cannot yet show myself... not until you have truly seen yourself, Hermione," replies the sing-song voice, it reminds me of a babbling brook.
" How do you know my name? Do you work for Prime Minister Riddle? I say as I slowly creep closer to the edge of the water, my wand raised in warning.
The girlish voice giggles " Heavens no, and don't you worry, the Slytherin heir is held at bay, for now, although I don't know how much longer my barriers will uphold his might..." The mysterious voice trails off, I see glints of sparkling skin. What is this creature?
“Even now I can see you father’s eyes.” Says the mysterious creature, her face half submerged in the icy lake water
“ My father?... my parents are dead,” I say as my throat tightens. It’s been years and I still freeze at the mention of them. I obliviated my parent’s memories of me and sent them to Australia to be safe. Ironically, my parents did not die at the hands of Lord Voldemort or his sycophants but rather from a muggle home robbery gone wrong. I buried them side by side in the backyard of my childhood home. Harry and Ron stood there as I said my goodbyes. I should have been there to save them but I wasn’t… and now Harry and Ron… No! Get a grip, Hermione, I draw myself from my darkened thoughts.
“Yes, your parents are dead. A true tragedy. Your father was a great man and your mother, well your mother changed your father before his end, even with the short time they shared. ” The weird woman stares at me with silver eyes.
I stare dumbfounded at the mysterious women and walk closer to the edge of the lake, my wand hand clenched over my ivy wand, this could be a trap of Voldemort’s
“My parents were married for 22 years …who are y-“
The woman floats away from the slivers of moonlight that danced on the black lake surface, only a few ripples reach the waters murky end, where I stand trying to make out the mysterious guest, how is she not freezing in that water?
“Who I am is not important right now, I am merely here to give you a gift from your father, a gift that can either save you or your two friends I suppose, however you must choose one, whilst accepting the other as an inevitable fate. Break it apart and you shall be free” The mysterious women says as she pushes an object toward me, it floats on the water as if weightless.
As the object nears I notice that it's small and round, about the size of a pearl. I pick it up from the water and the small object glows warm and starts to sparkle. I open my mouth in amazement inside the little glass orb is what seems to be a garden full of blooming flowers and trees laden with ripe fruit.A vast blue and green lake and purple mountains on the horizon take up a majority of the pearls view. I can smell honeysuckle and lavender. can almost hear the songbirds sweet songs. Beautiful is the only word. the tiny orb strangely reminds me of home, although I’m almost certain I’ve never been anywhere close to a paradise like this.
“What magic is this?” I ask in awe.
The woman smiles sadly “I’m forbidden to say much, you must find out on your destiny, your very clever like your mother, so I see no-“
She pauses suddenly, her shadowed form tenses as her head tilts the side; as if listening to the silence around us.
“You must go, Hermione, I sense your serpentine captor’s dark powers, He has broken through my barriers! He is near, quickly go!” she exclaims.
“I’m sure our paths will cross again, until then your Highness, stay on your path and remember your father's gift, use only if all hope is abandoned” Her eyes glow a startling gold... where have I seen those eyes before? With those finalizing words, the mysterious women vanishes beneath cool lake waters. No ripples to be seen.
I stare dumbfounded at the now empty lake and then at the warming glass orb in my trembling hand. Your Highness? She knows my... muggle parents?
Before I’m able to fully process what just occurred I hear Voldemort’s voice and my blood runs cold, his magic feels enraged.
" Who is helping my little lioness I wonder?... no matter creature, you will pay with your life" Voldemorts voice is cold and deadly.
I slowly creep to the other side of the small lake, crouching below the ancient willow tree. I quickly put the mysterious gift, the tiny pearl of paradise under my tongue. Not risking losing this precious lifesaver, if this could save...
“Hermione my sweet, I know you're close, I can smell your fear”
Riddle breathes in as if sniffing a very old red wine, savoring the notes that clung to the aroma of pure terror. I hear him walking on top of the motionless water as if it was a puddle. I silently use cast point me and my wand pints north, toward Voldemort. South is behind me I calmly think as I back up slowly.
“Ahh it’s simply intoxicating Hermione, I shall truly enjoy our time together, I can be a very generous master you know?” He says, His magic finds me before he turns toward the base of the willow, my direction.
I run like I have never ran before, a renewed energy and vigor.
I will not submit to him.
I will win.
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Prime Minister Riddle stands by the willow tree where his property was seconds before. His rage was slowly simmering to a lulling beast, slumbered for now.
He stares down and picks up the lavender ribbon Hermione dropped behind, He picks it up and observes it in the moonlight before stuffing it into his robe and pulling out his pocket watch. Riddle quickly glances at the time and smiles devilishly.
" And now I wait ", perhaps I can torment Potter again, He cracks so easily with any mention of harm befalling my Hermione. ' Tom thinks cruelly as he materialized to his headquarters.
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The Pieces Fall Together.
I run with a new determination, the trees were sparse here so the moonlight littered throughout the thinning forest, talk about a good omen. The Oos River should be about a mile away and my night vision has worn off. I pass a brook and leap, as I land I slip on a river rock and a snap is heard throughout the forest.
MMMPH ....ARGH...I scream .... Whimpering in a sobbed gasp I look at my right ankle, It has broken alright, The entire ankle is swollen, purple and yellow. I sob in anguish as I nearly black out from the raw pain. Okay, Hermione breathe I wrench out my coin purse as I scan the area for anywhere to hide. I need to catch my breath, I'm about a mile out and battered. I need time to think. I spot crooked tree, bleached white from the elements. It had an opening large enough for me to hide as my ankle healed. I slowly drag myself to the tree, grimacing as I lift myself into the hallowed opening. I grit in pain as I heavily charm the opening of the three to look like a moss-covered tree.
I slowly remove my socks and hiking boots, I've taken a pain potion so the pain is a little more bearable. I heal my ankle muttering the spell non-verbal. I dig in coin purse for my pain potions when I feel the soft cover of the golden book we found in the forest, the one about ancient Fae...wait I think as I wrench out the book. There's... no way I think in disbelief as I turn to the back page, The on showing Fae Oberon, King of the extinct Seelie Court and Salazar Slytherin himself shaking hands. Below is the elegant green writing:
"If thou can claim the golden griffin’s chaste
and trick her into losing her destined race.
Then thou will not only destroy your mortal enemy's besotted place,
but death shall never grace your face.
Claim the last ethereal princess unjustly strewn in dirt
below that was "Life Debt"... where have I ... my eyes widen and I turn to the front of the book, A few pages back there was a page that was deciphering Fae customs, Laws they must abide by whether they wanted to or not.
I quickly scan the page and there! Rule 6, If a mortal being saves a Fae's life, Then thou must bestow a life debt...
So Salazar and Oberon have a life debt?... I'm lost in thought as my ankle throbs.
Rule 3, Offspring are allowed to fight for their freedom, from marriage and life debts from their parents. Both parties must agree to the competition... I faintly flash to Voldemort and my agreement to a race... there's no way... My parents are muggles... i cant be...what about that weird woman and the "gift from my father"? I go over the poem that was scrawled in the back of the book. Princess strewn in dirt...
I flash to when I was strewn on the ground, Voldemort had just dropped me from his hold, He smirks from the tree and says" Do you need help from the dirt princess?"
My blood runs cold... It's the only logical reasoning..
" I'm half Fae and Oberon, the Fae King was my Father... and Voldemort wants to claim me to avoid death and ruin Harry... Voldemort tricked me into an unbreakable vow, a race on his terms..." I whisper to myself. I'm lost in thought, truly shocked that my parents.. weren't really parents? How can I be fae? I look nothing like the pictures.
A slow ominous clap is heard echoing throughout the silenced forest, Not now I think.
“Well done Hermione, I didn’t expect you to figure this out until you got closer to the river, I suppose I owe Snape a Firewhiskey, anyways perfect timing,” A voice that will haunt my nightmares for eternity says right above the stagnate tree hole I’ve found my self in.
A heavy thud and I see Voldemort’s dark emerald dragon skin boots and the click of his silver pocket watch snapping close. “Happy Birthday Hermione” .
My birthday, my heart sinks a spine straightened and my head held up as I submerge and face my captor. I see him smiling like the victor I’m sure he feels to be. And it just dawns on me…like cold water has shocked me to clarity. I stare at him for what seems like a minute and his smirk tilts even higher. I feel this hot pain in my throat and it hurts to swallow as I come to the mystery the boys and I was wondering
“You left the book” I whisper finally in defeat.
realizing the symbolic golden apple way too late.

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Mine. I stare at my prize greedily. She reemerges from her charm concealed hiding spot just as the day switches. I see her transformation from human to Half Fae as her 24th birthday dawns. He skin heals of all blood, dirt, scars, I pleasantly notice that the mudblood scar Bellatrix gave her in her teenage years has disappeared as well, luckily for Bellatrix I think darkly. Hermoine's curls lengthed to her waist and became perfect frizz free springs of coils, fluffy but wild like her magic I observe. As her body fills out to a more healthy weight, as if she hasn't been on the run for nearly a decade, her breast and hips fill out to a pleasant size and I hear a growl rumble in my throat. Her skin glistens in gold swirls from her fingertips to the middle of her arm, some swirls slowly etching towards her back. What was most startling was her eyes, They were a dazzling gold color. Simply ravishing she was and I chose to claim her now. I slowly stock closer to my fae princess, I should have reclaimed her ages ago I think my anger simmers at the idea of Potter touching whats mine.
" Did you like your early birthday gift? I thought it only fitting since we are fated to be together" I stalk around her in predatory circles, viewing my prize from every angle. I wonder how she will squirm under me, her lovely golden skin will look beautiful painted with fresh bruises, her transformation has ruined my former masterpiece. But Alas, she was a masterpiece in her own. I could taste her magic, Strong and flowy. I snifted the air, she smelled of jasmine and sunlight. A true daughter of the Summer Fae King.
I summon a gold gilded mirror for her to see her change, I catch her off guard as she gazes shocked at her new image. Even in tattered clothing, she looked like a true queen.
Let me enlighten you, Hermione, I draw " as you know my ancestors Salizar Slytherin saved your father from the malicious Unseelie Court, where dark Fae reside. Your family was the light Fae, The Seelie Court the boring good guys... I slowly crouch behind her as she continues to stare shocked at her transformation. I lean my lips to her ears "As you know you were promised to me as a gift, thanks to Slytherins acquired life debt from your father. I imagine your father, almost 800 years ago was very careful about his spilling seed. However as the ancient Fae race grew older the population finally started to dwindle off, some say a curse was stricken throughout the lands, a magical blight that cursed many fae women from offspring. Not much was found for that matter, However, I'm sure we can delve into that together" I purr into her ear.
Hermione moans slightly, I smirk and caress her shoulders. Shes still looking towards the mirror but her golden eyes are looking directly into my black ones. My aura surrounds her, suffocating her senses. My little lioness is such a treat to watch as she struggles against my pure raw power. I wrap my arm around her throat and lock eyes with her. I dare her to move as I snatch her coin purse, wand, and slowly her clothing pockets. " Where was I?... Yes, Your Mother ... get this, Your real mother Amelia was the last heir of Ravenclaw, imagine that, the brightest witch of her age by blood. I grip her throat tighter. Anywho, Your mother was the only heir of Heartland family, Pureblood family that died off when the only heir disappeared." I breathed in her scent, She fights weakly against my hold. I simply relish in her discomfort. "Well safe to say Ms. Heartland met your father Oberon and conceived you, Hermione. Your mother died in labor, my condolences I add sarcastically. Oberon your father, knowing his race was a dying. Bestowed you upon a greaving muggle couple, blocking your Fae essence until you've come of age in Fae terms, twenty 24, and now; I turn her around and say "I must sadly say that this race has come to an end" I grin like the fiend I am.
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I startle awake from the shock of my incredible formation and Voldemort's magic. I knee Tom Marvolo Riddle fiercely in the groin I hear him groan in pain. " I will NEVER submit to you, Riddle!" I scream as I book it towards the rushing river " You will pay for that, my dear," Voldemort says calmly. By then I am already 15 feet from the river shore, This new agility and energy were amazing. I dive in and I'm halfway across that river when I glance back and see no sign of him. Good, I hope he's choking on on his bile, I think bitterly. I continue to focus on my strokes in the water, my newly lengthened curls slowing me down. Before long I began to make out the other side of the shore! Nearly there I think in triumph. My bare toes barely touching the sliding sands, barely reaching, the beginning of the shore! I smile, I feel relief. Suddenly, I feel a sharp yank downward and I'm yanked back into the frigid waters. My golden eyes widen in shock. No! Something strong and constricting grabs hard onto my newly healed right ankle. Mmphm! I gurgle, trying to keep my mouth closed! Wincing, I slowly make out a water snake with red eyes clutching a death grip onto my ankle. I immediately use my nails to start clawing the snake's body from my leg. The snake bares its fangs in warning. I look directly into the snake's red eyes and think FUCK YOU RIDDLE! and I scratch with ferocity true to my house's name. The snake squeezes tighter, snap! I freeze in utter pain, Voldemort breaks my ankle again. My vision clouds in red. I float as I'm dragged back to the other side. My eyes flitter back and forth in pain... my oxygen slowly depleting. My lungs burn, but I try to fight through the pain and keep my mouth closed, my tongue clamped tightly down. Before long I'm back on the damned shore, gasping for air. I'm dragged to the middle of the frigid sand, mud, and grit clinging to my sopping form as I try and use my hand to grab onto leverage. The massive snake finally stops, near the middle of the river bank where a brother snake greets us, by slithering to wrestles my arms up. I arch my back in frustration as I fight like a frightened animal. " AGGH NOOOO!!" I scream as uncontrolled tears poured from my golden eyes. My ankle was in excruciating pain, but I cared not. I could not lose to this monster. I'd rather die right now. I try my hardest to break free but the two snakes were relentless. All I was accomplishing was tiring myself out as I struggled in the mud; But, I still continue for what seems like 20 mins, My ankle is purple and throbbing hotly. I sob in an uncontrolled rage, my golden swirls on full show. Ron... Harry... I finally think in defeat. I turn to the river and stare as tears fall down my face and mix with the sand. I continue to sob loudly as I mourn how close I was to freedom for us all, I could almost feel the sands of the other side... I 've failed Harry and the rest of the Wizarding world. I finally just stop struggling, my body sore and battered. All that is heard is my ragged breathing and the hisses of the snakes. The two snakes finally loosen their grips and slither off towards the forest. We are doomed I think in finality. ... I hear soft footsteps as Tom Marovolo Riddle finally appears. His maroon eyes slowly turning to black tunnel once more. He slowly encircles me like earlier, I stare with pure hatred as Voldemort stands above me, staring at his captured prey in a cruel victorious gaze. " You are simply ravishing Hermoine" Voldemort growls. It sends jolts to my lower stomach and I shiver as I stare at him with malice etched on every part of my face. " You radiate power, You cannot even sense how much you have." He stoops down as he summons a handkerchief and slowly begins cleaning the mud and grime from my face and neck. Each swipe was slow and humiliating. I just stare at him unwilling to just accept my defeat. I was exhausted. My mind had too much to process. His magic began to swarm around me again " You know, at first I considered obliviating you and re-forming you in my own image... but I much like the idea of breaking your fiery demeanor, It seems to have only strengthened since your transformation" He whispers, referring to my melted gold eyes, brimming with hatred. He continues to gently wipe the mud and blood away.
I raise my eyes to his and finally whimper "kill me...please" I fully realize the irony... how merely hours ago I told him I would never beg... and still I cared not to live in a world he ruled. " Oh, no princess" he sensually purrs and I whimper in frustration. " Once we are bonded, we are to share your essence, in retrospect I will become eternal like you. We shall share one flame so to speak and you shall be my imprisoned faery queen, similar to the fairy tales you like to read, No?" He taunts slowly, continuing to clean the grime. I stare in horror unable to control the sobs that have started again, I briefly wonder if this is how it's going to be? An eternity of misery and pain, inflicted by a gorgeous monster? " Fear not Hermione" He whispers swiping mud from my bottom lip. " You will soon accept your place and relish in it, I will show you great pleasure and great power," He says as he summons a beautiful ornate box. I stare in fear, my body too exhausted from this hellish nightmare I've been dragged through. I now understand why he was cleaning my face and neck. I stare in horror as my new master pulls out a golden sparkling snake with an emerald eye. It was utterly beautiful but was dripping with sinister magic, much like the possesser. Prime Minister Riddle holds the snake up to the moonlight eyeing it's beauty while hissing softly at the snake. He finally stares down at my fear glazed eyes and says softly " I had this made specifically for you, Hermione... as soon as I heard the prophecy I had this little "necklace" crafted, To have the brains of the Gold Trio at my feet? The clever mudblood who foiled every single one of my plans? Oh, I was ecstatic at the idea... It has many little secrets I can't wait to explore." Voldemort finishes as he looks at me with pure hunger. I automatically clench my legs closed. I could feel the darkness emitting from Voldemort as he lays the enchanted collar near the base of my neck and hisses a command. The golden snake begins to slither around my neck Its head and tail resting in front of my throat before solidifying into pure gold. The collar felt heavy and foreign on my throat, but the message was clear... I was the property of Tom Marvolo Riddle, the heir of Slytherin. Voldemorts magic began to caress my body, I moan involuntarily and sob shortly after in shock.
Tom Riddle leans towards my face and kisses me softly on the lips before reciting;
Claim the last ethereal princess unjustly strewn in the dirt
and the golden trio shall truly be hurt “
My eyes widen in terror... Voldemort leans closer placing his lips to my ear "Stupefy" he whispers like a lover in caress.
Blackness is a welcome relief from my new reality, I succumb to the darkness with a sigh.
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