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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
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- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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Severus pulled himself out of the
chair slightly unsteadily.�

She wondered for the first time exactly how much he had drunk before they
arrived.

�Come here then.� Let�s get this over with.� He slurred in
annoyance.�

She didn�t move.

�Have I done something wrong?� she
asked in a small voice.� He narrowed his
eyes at her.

�Oh I don�t have the patience for this
right now� he bit out. �Come here now.��

She took a step away from
him.� �Why are you upset with me?!� You�ve been angry with me all day.� What did I do?!��

The glamoured
face of her professor darkened dramatically. �You didn�t do anything. There�s
nothing wrong.� We must go.� Stop playing around now.�

She sidled behind the couch and
continued to back away.

�You�ve been..angry..
with me.. since the
beach.� I didn�t want anything to happen
to him you know.�

YOU were the one who did it.� I would
have stopped you if I could have � I�d fix it if I could.��

Severus visibly struggled to
contain himself. She saw him fist his hands at his side.� �We are not
having this discussion right now.� Later.� After the Dark Lord marks you.�

I will be watching over you tonight while the others enjoy the revel.�

We can discuss it then.� Is that
acceptable?�� He avoided her eyes.

She wondered whether he was so pissy because he would
miss out on the revel which.. apparently..
he enjoyed, according to Tom.�

�You won�t splinch
us?� she asked uncertainly.�

Severus seemed to have to suppress
another burst of rage and ground out through gritted teeth. �No. I assure
you.� I have side along apparated others
in far more dire states than my present mild buzz.��

She went to him cautiously and he
grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her close, ignoring her squeak of
protest.�

She felt the squeeze of apparition immediately and then they reappeared in an
empty room with a single door.�

Severus dragged her bodily through the door which opened out into the vast dark
expanse of the great hall.�

Black robed and hooded figures
were everywhere.� It was entirely different
in atmosphere to the feeling of her initiation.�

For a start she was among the robed
threatening figures and secondly, everyone seemed very excited and jovial.. in a vaguely lewd and
threatening manner.�

The tone of the low murmur circulating was very much within the nasty laugh and
vicious commentary register.�

She went almost entirely unnoticed in her black robes.�

Severus pulled her through the throng
to the side of the hall near the front.�

On the low stone dais before her
with four steps, as in the ballroom, Tom stood as Lord Voldemort, before his throne.�

He surveyed the crowd with a narrow smile of satisfaction.�

She looked around but was too
small to really gain an overview of the room.�
It sounded quite full.�

Tom raised a hand and within seconds
the murmur of conversation within the room died down to silence.� He smiled wider.�

�My loyal Death Eaters, once again we come together to celebrate our triumphs..��

Severus hauled her back suddenly
and held her against his chest.� �Hermione..� he hissed into her ear.�

She struggled to pay attention to Tom but Severus seemed intent on distracting
her.

�When he calls you.. you will
go before him and kneel on the first step.� Look down.�
He�ll call you up to him.�

Don�t look at him as you go to him.� Only
when he�s marked you can you look at him.

..He... you�ll ...he�ll want you to..� Well.. it will be obvious.�

Obey.� Excel.� Then I will collect you.��

She tried to digest this as Severus
shoved her forward again, not roughly but without the affection she had come to
expect from him.�

She half turned, wanting to know again why he was so cold now.�

�Hermione Granger.. come forth�� Tom�s voice rang out.�

She jumped slightly and nudged her
way through the tall men around her till she got to the front. �

She thought she felt someone run their fingers through her hair as she passed,
then she was in the half circular open clearing in front of the dais.�

She strode forward quickly and
knelt upon the step.� A low murmur went
up in the crowd.

�Ah yes..�
Tom said above her.� �So glad to have you
back among us Mudblood.� When your
initiation was.. rudely
interrupted, I had thought you would certainly be imprisoned.. tortured.. killed.�

I was rather disappointed.� Your life
belongs to me, after all.�

But instead, through your cunning, you have returned to me..
and you brought the younger Weasley with you as a
gift.� So thoughtful.��

A much louder buzz went around the
assembled crowd.�

�So you may yet complete the conditions of your initiation.�

I required you to take his life before you were stolen from me.� This you will now complete..�

Show those you would have as your brethren that you are worthy of the honour of
the dark mark!��

Hermione had to fight every urge
within her not to wrench her head back and stare at Tom in horror.�

She jolted slightly.� Behind her she
heard the muffled voice of Ron as he was dragged into the room.�

�No! no! oh god.. you said I wouldn�t have
to.. why?!� I can�t
do this!�� she
screamed internally.�

A clatter before her drew her eye
to a mean looking knife on the stone two steps above her. She stared at it wide
eyed.�

Ron was almost upon her.� A few metres behind her.� She could hear him struggling and then he saw
her and started screaming out her name interspersed with No�s and don�t!�

She hunched her shoulders slightly
against the sound of his begging.�

She could feel the weight of the stares upon her.

The knife before her glinted in the firelight from the braziers either side of
the dais.�

She swallowed painfully against
the dryness in her throat and reached out and took it up.� It was heavy, it felt very very real.��

She scraped it over the stone of the stair slightly as she rolled backward onto
her feet nimbly.�

The room was silent now but for the exhortations of Ron.�

As she turned, steeling herself to
maintain a blank face her eye passed over Draco.� He stood in the front on the right hand side
and looked beside himself with panic.�
She knew he hadn�t been told.�

It surprised her to note a similar expression of shock on Severus face, who had
also forced himself to the front.�

She looked away, sliding her eyes over the floor and up to Ron, focusing on his
body and avoiding his face.

He was naked but for a rag tied
about his hips.� It provided some tiny
measure of modesty.

She looked at his chest blankly. �If she looked at his face she knew she�d
refuse.�

She wasn�t sure what would happen if she refused to do this in front of the
entire assembled death eaters.� Tom would
have to punish her.. obviously.� He wouldnt kill her.. but he�d be forced to do
something truly horrible in front of everyone.�

He�d have no other option.�

She wondered if he had not told
her about this in order to avoid her begging him not to make her do it.�

She walked slowly toward Ron, the
knife held down at her side.� Oh God.� How was she supposed to do this?� �

Literally.. how?!� Stab him?�
Cut his throat?�

Ron stood frozen, every muscle taut.� His
hands were down at his sides and from the way he was struggling at them, seemed
to be affixed in place with some kind of spell.�

Probably the same thing they used to hang one up in mid air by the wrists.� It didn�t really matter so much where the
wrists were affixed, she mused idly.�

She chanced a look up at Ron�s
face and wished she hadn�t.� He was
covered in bruises and his cheeks were tear
stained.�

He looked very young and not at all like the opportunistic asshole who had
stared at her from Harry�s feet while she stripped.�

She felt sorry for him.�

She looked past him at the row of faces scrutinizing her ..
So many faces watching her every move.� All of these men.. these.. hundreds.. of men.. would kill without a
second thought probably.�

Or if not without a second thought � they�d certainly do it on Tom�s
order.�

She forced herself not to bite her lip and lifted the heavy knife, stroking the
flat of the blade over her other hand.�

Kill Ron.� It was the only option.�

And.. and she didnt much like him..�
he ..well.. Lavender..
and leaving her and Harry and.. and
things..� Ron wasn�t her favourite person.��

He was pleading still but she
tuned it out.� Just a
noise. ��

She looked up at him.. looked up through him, staring at nothing and raised the knife, stroking the
flat of it gently down his cheek.�

A faint noise made her look down.� Ron
was wetting himself.� A horrible laugh
went up around the room.�

She swallowed, still looking down,
hoping that nobody would see the slight shake in her hand.�

What was the quickest way, she wondered.�
Stab through the heart?�

Her hand however seemed to know better than she did what she was going to do.� It slid the knife down to Ron�s throat and
twisted it till the sharp of the blade lay over his carotid artery.�

It was like Ginny.� Cut here and death
would take seconds.. perhaps
a couple of minutes at most.�

She wondered if Ron would like to know he was leaving the world the same way as
his sister.��

He had stopped begging, she
suddenly realised.� She focused her eyes
and looked at him.�

Although tears still rolled down his cheeks he seemed calm.� He looked down at her with a kind of terrible
understanding.�

She barely heard him whisper.� �I love
you Mione��

As if in galvanic shock she dragged her arm down across his throat quickly and
his flesh opened like butter, red rain spraying out forcefully. A massive roar
went up from the assembled death eaters as they cheered his approaching
death.� �

Ron only winced and closed his
eyes, his face seemed almost peaceful.�

The mist of his blood spattered
across her face although she stood to the side of the main fountain.�

She hesitated a moment and sliced open the other side of his throat also, the
life leaving him even more quickly.�

The yelling and stamping in the
room made her feel somewhat disorientated.�

Only seconds later Ron dropped to
his knees, the blood all around them.�
Her leather boots impervious to it.�

She understood the reason for her robes now.��

Stepping backward she watched Ron
sag slowly to the floor - whether unconscious or dead..
she couldn�t say.�
He did not move and the puddle around him grew and grew.�

She turned on her heel and strode
back to the stair, kneeling once more, the bloodied knife still clutched in her
hand at her side.�

�Excellent, my servant�� Tom praised, over
the roar of the crowd.�

He must have called for still again as the clamour behind her died down
sharply.�

�You have pleased me, Hermione.� Approach and become a death eater.��

She dropped the knife with a small
clatter on the stone and rose to her feet, climbing the stairs slowly.

In her mind she kept repeating �just this and then i
can go.. just take the mark
and then Severus will take me out of here. stay
calm.� Don�t think. ��

She reached the top of the dais and stood looking at the luxurious layered silk
of Tom�s robes.� They complimented her
own nicely, she had thought earlier.

He held out a hand and she lifted her own, placing it in his, palm facing
upward.�

He took his time stretching it out and sliding her robe back from her lower
arm.� His wand over her flesh was very
nearly a caress.�

�Do you swear fealty to me, Hermione
Granger?�� he
asked softly, seductively.�

�I do� she responded equally
quietly.�

�Do you wish to be joined with the
warriors that stand before us in this hall � the powerful and fearless.. who feast upon death and are not
devoured by it.��

She hesitated for only a minute
fraction of a second.� �..I do�.

�Do you swear to serve me loyally
until your last breath, to obey me in all things?� he asked and there was a
faint note of amusement behind the question.�

She restrained the indignant
impulse to say no. No was not an option at this point. He could ask her to swear
to paint herself blue every Thursday and do a jig in the middle of Diagon Alley � at this point the only acceptable answer was
a yes. Refusing would be worse than refusing to kill Ron..
in fact it would mean she had killed Ron for nothing.

�I do� she said hollowly.�

Finally came
the question she had been waiting for.

�Do you wish to take my mark, Hermione?�� Tom asked, his voice
dark and rich.� She could hear the
pleasure contained in it.� How long had
he looked forward to this moment?!�

�Yes, my Lord� she responded
quietly but clearly.�

He pressed his wand into the skin
of her forearm then and pain scorched through her.� It was more painful even than Harry�s
mark.�

She gritted her teeth and sucked in a gasping breath through her nose as she
watched the black lines crawl through her skin like a dark parasite and form
the familiar skull and snake.�

However the dark mark on her arm also became surrounded by dark stormy
clouds.� Lightning flickered here and
there.

The black snake in the midst of the cloud seemed entirely unperturbed.�

She watched the movements on her
arm in mild fascination for a few seconds when the pain had died down.� It was quite hypnotic.�

�Kneel before me� Tom commanded
low.�

Her eyes darted up to his face in surprise.�
The red glimmering gaze was dark with satisfaction.� He tilted his head only fractionally as if
daring her to delay longer.�

She dropped to her knees
immediately and looked up at him.�

His wandless hand went to the front
of his robes, unfastening them sufficiently for him to free his cock.�

She looked up at him in horror, her eye threatening to flick to the assembled
masses of, almost certainly lewdly leering, men in the
hall watching them both.�

�Show me your devotion, my servant�� he instructed,
drawing forth his hardened shaft.�

A tiny bead of precum on the tip attested to his
eager anticipation of this moment.�

It took only a few seconds before
she complied, seeing no other real option before her.�

She worked her hardest to take him
deep and please him with her tongue and fingers.� She sucked as if she were trying to tear it
out at the root and soon enough he was thrusting into her mouth, producing low
grunts of pleasure.�

It only took her teeth upon him and he came, violently, throwing his head back
and groaning in satisfaction.

The assembled death eaters cheered again raucously and one or two yelled
something that she couldn�t make out over the noise.

Tom withdrew from her mouth carefully and she sucked him clean in the process,
feeling his hand stroking her hair gently.�

�That was..formidable..my
young Death Eater.�� He said in velvet
tones above her.

�Rise.� You have
pleased me greatly.� I trust that you
will show the same favour to one or two of your brethren tonight.��

She almost stumbled in rising as
she registered the implication.

A speculative murmur went around the crowd. �

She looked up to him frightened now. �My Lord?� she murmured faintly.�

He smiled like a shark.

�The first
mudblood Death Eater.� Whoever
would have thought?!� ...Severus-..��

She looked around, hope flowering within her chest.�

�You have a taste for muddy witches..and your recent
work with the anti-occulmency potion has been most
gratifying -do you want her first?��

Severus responded with a
positively frightening grin.�

�I am honoured, my Lord.� She appears to be a skilled little
cocksucker.� I look forward to seeing if
she is equally capable in other practices.��

Tom gestured toward him. �Go to
him, Hermione.� Offer him whatever he
desires.� Please him
and you in turn please me.��

She bowed her head slightly.�

�Yes, My Lord.��

Descending the stairs she moved to
Severus quickly, who grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her mouth
to his, thrusting his tongue past her lips.

She struggled to respond to his demanding kiss and heard the men around them
laugh.� Someone said �fuck.. wouldn�t mind getting my hands
on a piece of that tonight..��

She didn�t see much more though because Severus was already pulling her close,
his hands on her ass and then they disapparated.�

He continued to kiss her when they
reappeared.� The sensation of kissing
during apparition was bizarre.�

She wondered for a moment whether
he truly intended to do as he had implied to the room and then he was breaking
away from the kiss.�

He looked down at her with wide concerned eyes.�
�I did not know.� I am sorry.� He
explained.�

Oh.� Ron.�
She thought dismally.� She shook
her head.�

�He didn�t tell me either.� It doesn�t
matter though. I would have had to do it at the last initiation too.� It�s done.�
I�d rather not talk about it��

Severus released her and his face
seemed momentarily guilty.�

�Draco will wait for a couple of
hours before he uses the polyjuice and.. �

She grimaced, interrupting.

�He�s going to have to fuck some of them isn�t he?!�

That�s what Tom wanted to use Draco
for.� Not because of any torture or
killing... it�s because he wants to offer me to a few of them and couldn�t risk
anyone at all really coming in contact with me.

He�s STILL using Draco as a
whore.� God damn it!� He promised
he wouldn�t do that if I made the damn horcrux for him. ��He PROMISED!

I spoke to Draco this morning and he made it seem like..��

Severus snorted.� �Draco is quite used to it, I assure you, Hermione.� He will be fine.� And he will get to wear your body.�

If you recall he and I were both quite favourably disposed to such an
experience at one time.� Draco will
manage superbly, I am sure.�

I can only hope that he does not perform too
well � it would be better if the others did not seek out your company too
persistently after tonight.��

Hermione nodded dismally.�

She looked around Severus� study.�

�And now..�
he continued� �we may resume the
conversation you wished to have earlier.��

She furrowed her brow,
confused.� A lot had happened since they
had last been in this room.�

�Lucius..� Severus supplied.
�You expressed regret that he was gone.��

She nodded uncertainly.�

Severus scrutinized her, his eyes narrowed.�
�Do you truly regret it?��

She shuffled slightly. �Yes� she
said finally.�

�And if you could restore him.. you would do so?�� he asked, his hands
folded behind his back, face sombre, eyes looking off toward the fireplace.

She swallowed, looking around
uneasily. There was no way for him to free her magic.� Tom would not do it.� It was ok.�

�Yes.� She said decidedly.� �I swore I would.� Rodolphus made me
swear.��

Severus eyes slid to her calculatingly.

�Is that so.�
Good..good.��

She felt more than a little uneasy
with the way he was behaving.� For a
moment she considered actually licking her fresh dark mark and calling for Tom.�

But he would be irritated at being called away and Severus wasn�t actually doing anything.�

In the next moment it was too late
to call for Tom as an incarcerous swarmed over her body, restraining her arms
behind her.��

�Severus!� she cried out in shock
as he accioed something from the lab and strode
toward her, gripping her tightly and disapparating.�

She looked around in shock as Harry�s
room popped into being around them.�

Severus tossed her backwards and she was caught by strong arms and pressed back
against a chest.�

Hot breath on the back of her
neck, she twisted and Rodolphus grinned at her
amiably.

She whirled back around.� Harry! Where
was harry?!� What was going on?!

Harry was talking with Severus
under a muffliato and he seemed quite comfortable, as
if he had expected them.�

She whimpered.�

�What are you going to do?!� she whispered miserably�

Rodolphus simply held her more tightly and nuzzled
the side of her neck.�

Cold fear flooded her.� She knew
what they were going to do.�

Somehow..they had figured out some way to get Harry to
take off her binding necklace.�

Severus and Rodolphus both wanted Lucius
back and now they were here � in Harry�s room.�
There was no other logical explanation.�

Harry hadn�t been able to remove
the necklace before but they must have figured out some way or else she wouldn�t
be here tied up now.�

Black anger rose in her
suddenly.� �How dare they fucking tie her up and force her to do...well.. force her to do anything at all really.� How
dare they!.�

They thought they were in control?!.. well that fucking ended
as soon as they got her necklace off.�
She would make them pay!!.

Rodolphus
arms clenched around her painfully and his mouth opened over her throat.. He pricked her slightly, not enough to draw blood, and
drew back, growling angrily.

�Now now pet.�
Simmer the fuck down.� Nobody�s
hurt you. There�s no call to go threatening
anyone.�

And if you do decide to fuck anyone up.. your pet whore won�t survive the
night.�

You�ll be raising one Malfoy from the grave by dawn whatever you do - might as well make it the elder.� Draco doesn�t need to die at all if you
behave.�

And then we�ll bind you up again and everyone�s happy.� You want Luce back, don�t you?� You said you did.� Be a good little necromancer for us and don�t
get clever.��

She felt her heart ache for a
moment.� Draco..
Tom..even Severus had all told her that Rodolphus was an evil bastard.�

But he�d never been one to her it
seemed and so she didn�t really listen to the words.� She took it in stride..
Even when she saw him torture others.. Harry.. Bill..

It seemed now though that he was in
fact a nasty piece of work and entirely untrustworthy and she was a complete
idiot.�

The arms around her loosened again
and Rodolphus turned her around to look at him, his
face wavering between a dark scowl and a confused unhappy plea.

�Pet..� I�m..� I won�t hurt you. ..just
want :uce back.��

He dragged her against him and rubbed his warm cheek against her own.� His voice was mournful. �Don�t hate me.� Need
you... but.. Luce-..��

She felt a sinking feeling in her
stomach.� �The Dark Lord won�t let him
live..� she whispered.�

Rodolphus
turned his face to her slightly, kissing her cheek.�

�We�ll hide him.� He�ll never know.

Find a way to bring him back..lovely..tasty...powerful..
pet.� Keep you
forever...� Mine!..��

His kisses had devolved into tiny licks now and she bit her lip at the
apparent unavoidable predicament she now found herself in.�

Perhaps she could save Draco.. Probably she could just send him somewhere else..

But it wouldn�t matter.� She�d made a wizarding oath to do whatever she could
to bring Lucius back.�
As soon as they freed her magic, she would be driven to fulfil the
oath.� It was that simple.�

It was probably why Severus hadn�t even bothered to reason with her.�

�Hermione..�
Severus called her attention now.� She
turned away from Rodolphus.�

�Oh do stop drooling all over her, leech� Severus snarked.

Her eyes widened in relief. Tom!� Tom was here.�
Tom would never let them go through with it.� They were busted. Ha!�

But the thoughts lasted only a quarter of a second till she noticed that his
eyes were blue.

Then she saw Harry was missing and the cruel little way Tom�s lips turned up at
the edges was so familiar.�

�Oh Mione..�
Harry said through Tom�s mouth. �At least you realised before someone had to
tell you.� Your �Tom� was so kind as to
allow me to keep my magic.��

He brandished his wand in Tom�s hand, showing it to her.�

She tried to back up but Rodolphus held her in place as she started to shake.�

�Because you see..
I can�t hurt him..
now we�re bound.�
I guess he didn�t think he�d ever leave you around me in a situation
where it�d be a problem.�

Or maybe he didn�t think things through enough when he ordered Lucius death.�

Seems these two were a bit upset about it.

Were you upset, Mione?�

You seemed to be.. but after
what I saw him do to you.. it makes me wonder.�

Maybe you liked it.. just a bit.. when
he burned you and cut you up..��

She shook her head
frantically.�

�Please.. No!.. Please - �Stop
Harry!!.. Severus!.. help!.. why are you doing this?!��

Harry, in Toms
skin moved even closer to her, sliding his wand down her cheek very much like
she had slid the knife down Ron�s cheek.�

He couldn�t know, she thought.� She
wanted to be sick.�

�Potter.� Get on with it� Severus sniped
impatiently.� �The Dark Lord could decide
to check on her at any time.��

Harry/Tom� scowled and he pocketed his wand.� �Yeah yeah.. hold your bloody horses Snape.� �Then he was reaching behind her and fumbling
at the necklace.�

He tugged at it and nothing happened.�

She breathed out in relief which turned to horror as he tugged again harder and
the chain gave way in his hands.�

He pulled it away and slipped it
into his pocket, levelling his wand at her at the same time.

�Don�t.. try anything Mione.� Just.. do ..whatever it is you do and bring Lucius
back.. It�s what you want to do anyway!� �

Make your two lovers happy and bring back your torturer.�� He smirked cruelly with Tom�s lips.�

She hummed in panic.� Her eyes flicked to Severus.� �I�ll never forgive you..�
she whispered.� �never..never..�

His face tightened in pain.� �You won�t even remember, Hermione� he
promised in a low voice.� Her eyes
widened further.�

Rodolphus
stroked her arm gently. �Calm.. pet..
calm.. it�ll be ok.� bring Lucius here now ok?��

She shook in his arms.� �Tom.. Tom� help!� she cried
out inside, trying to summon him.�

�You promised..�
Severus said quietly.� �fulfil your oath.��

She fought against it but at his
words she found herself already reaching within toward that place that was not
within at all but outside her, the place where she could twist.��

�lucuis�. Her mind repeated.� �here�.�

The cold rush was painful in its
flow.� A gasp brought her awareness back
to the room.�

Severus had turned and was staring at a form lying motionless on the
floor.�

�No pet..� Rodolphus
gravelled into her ear as if she were a slow learning child. �Alive.�
Make him alive!��

She felt herself already reacting
to comply with the intent of her
promise rather than the pure words.� The
flood that screamed through her was like knife blades..
like ice..

She screamed and would have fallen if Rodolphus
hadn�t held her in place against his chest.�
It hurt.. it hurt it
hurt!. It was too much.�

Apparently bringing a soul back from the other side was more intensive than
merely healing one in this world.� She
hung from Rodolphus arms.�

There was a gasp and a cough and
then movement around her.� �Lucius!..� Severus urgent voice
was demanding. �Lucius can you understand me?� Do you know who I am?��

The gasping subsided and Lucius Malfoy�s voice, sounding
cracked and dry answered. �What the blazes is going on Severus.� Where are
we?!��

She forced her eyes open in time
to see Severus throwing his arms around the supine man, brushing his blond hair
out of his face.�

A moment later she was falling to the ground.�

A red flash left Severus and Lucius lying still on the ground too.�

She struggled weakly, trying to
get free of the now limp arms around her.�

�Stay still Mione� Harry�s voice
was threatening.� �Don�t do anything
silly now.� All I want is what you gave
them.��

She managed to wriggle out from
under the oh so heavy arms now. It felt like she had
no strength at all in her body.�

�Harry.. I can�t.. I need
help..� she whimpered.�
�that was.. too much..��

Harry snorted dismissively.� �You�ll be fine.� You can heal yourself, can�t you?!� I want you to bring my mum and dad back
next.��

She moaned slightly at the
information.. She had thought something like that would be coming the moment she saw Harry
helping Severus and Rodolphus.�

Were they stupid?!� Didn�t they realise that Harry never helped
anyone for the sake of it now.�

He probably only allowed them to make her bring back Lucius
to test whether she could.�

If he�d thought she could only do it once then he�d have subdued them
immediately when they arrived.�

They still thought of him as they
had when his magic was bound.� Or maybe Severus
thought of him as he was in school.� But
they certainly had no idea how strong he was now, obviously.�

Harry moved to crouch next to
her.� Tom�s face looked down at her with
a merciless demanding expression.

�Harry..
� she pleaded. �I can�t.� bringing back Lucius was- .. if I do it again I think it might kill me.�

It was..too much. Please.. you have to wait.��

The angelic face
over her twisted in discontent.�
�No.� I want them back now, Mione.� If you can�t bring them back from the dead.. do what you said you�d do with
the prophesy.�

Make it so they never died!��

She shook her head
frantically.� �No..
I can�t do that.. Don�t you understand.� Didn�t you understand why Tom was so worried
about that?!�

Its a paradox, Harry!�
I wouldn�t have done it if I hadn�t ended up at this moment and if I did
it then I wouldn�t end up at this moment at all ever..
so I wouldn�t have done it..��

Harry/Tom snarled.� �I don�t fucking care, Mione. �I want them back. Severus told me what �He� did..� You�re going to help me or I�m going to do it
myself!�

She started to plead and he,
apparently recognising that she wouldn�t give him what he wanted, put his hand
on her forehead and whispered the word

and then he was inside her mind.�

She felt him like a bird trapped in a small dark room fluttering around and
beating against the walls.� She fought,
trying to push him out.�

He was fumbling in her.. not like Tom had.. more like a bull in a china shop.. he
didn�t seem to know how to go about truly inhabiting her.�

She screamed out for Tom.�

She tried to reach her magic to
somehow pull him here but it seemed like her drawing on the tiny ineffectual
drip of it only drew Harry�s attention to what she was doing and he struggled
to grip at it within her.�

She pushed at him with her mind, shrieking and trying to bring Tom to her and
then Harry suddenly seemed to find the place within her that diverted raw magic..

He tore at it as if he were pulling apart a dam and an ocean of freezing pure magic roared through her.

She felt Harry scream, felt the
hand on her forehead fade away.�

The screaming continued and she
realised it was her own voice.� Pain worse than Tom�s cruciatus left her mindless, reacting.�

Then the sound stopped.

She continued to scream but there
was no sound.�

She opened her eyes but saw
nothing.�

It was black and still and she
screamed but made no sound.� She couldn�t
move.� And then she didn�t even have
energy to scream anymore.�

She breathed shallowly and tried to think.�

Even thinking hurt.�

A wand ignited and the vague form
of Harry/Tom leaned over her.�

She wanted to shy away.� She couldn�t even find the strength to beg.�

There weren�t any sounds of Lilly and James Potter gasping and asking what was
going on so it obviously hadn�t worked.�

Any second now she feared he�d put
his hand back on her forehead and try again.�

She couldn�t.. she just
couldn�t do it again.� God.. no.. everything..
the pain..�

Harry looked at her in shock and
curiosity, bringing the wand right down to an inch above her face.� She felt the heat against her tender skin and
closed her eyes.

�Don�t burn me.. i�m
sorry. I�m sorry Harry.� please don�t hurt me anymore.��

�Who are you?� How did you get in here?�� a voice asked that
was definitely not Harry�s.�

She opened her eyes again, her
eyebrows furrowing in confusion.� It
sounded a bit like Tom.� Could it be Tom?� But why didn�t he recognise her?� Had something happened to...

�How did you get in here.�� he�d said.�

�in here�.��

The answer not only glared her in
the face it stomped up and spat her in the face too.�

This was Tom.� But not her Tom.�

Harry wanted her to change
time.� She wanted Tom.� So she went
to Tom.� Another Tom..� Tom in the past.. Instead
of bringing someone else through time, she had shifted herself.

Uh-oh.

�I�m going to drop the silencing
charm. ...If you scream again I�ll put it back on and
give you something to scream about.� Do
you understand?� Just nod��

Her mind struggled to focus.� Who was she going to say she was?!� How did she supposedly get in here?..� wherever here
was.�

She assumed it was probably Hogwarts.� Or.. or maybe the orphanage she knew Tom
had been sent to when he was young.

Who was she?!� If she said her name he�d
know her name.� He�d recognise it later when he heard
about Harry from his spies.�

He didn�t mention that so she must have told him something else.�

Ugh.. her head hurt.�

If she could just get her strength together she could somehow force herself to
do.. whatever that was again that brought her here and
go home.�

And then she wouldn�t have to answer his questions.. she�d just be a strange event in his life that he�d
eventually stop questioning.�

She reached inside her, trying
through the horrible ache to find the place to twist to direct the flow of the
magic but.. there was nothing.�

It felt like trying to walk on a
leg that had gone to sleep.� Just.. rubber... nothing.. nothing when she pushed.

She panicked.�

Tom had lifted the silencing charm
and had his wand on her in the dark.�

Now was when she was supposed to offer a wonderful plausible story and he�d
stop threatening her and take her to the infirmary or call a doctor or
something.�

�Speak, girl! Who are you?!��

She tried to shake her head but
the pain made her yelp.

The boy�s face darkened.� He moved away
and a wick-glass lantern flared to life.�

She moved her eyes with
difficulty, taking in her surroundings.�

It was a tiny dingy room with a single bed pressed against the wall, the covers
of which were thrown aside.��

There was a window.� It was covered over
with boards that were tamped with rags at one corner to shut out the
light.�

The floor was wood boards, but not polished wood, rather simple planks.�� A large box wardrobe stood behind the
door.� There was a small mirror on the
wall.� Nothing more.�

She looked back at the attractive
boy in long threadbare blue pajama bottoms and an off
white singlet, who stood above her inspecting
her.�

He levitated the lantern over and passed it over her form,
frowning.�

As if incredulous he cast a spell she didn�t recognise and two bright white
miniature suns flared from his wand and floated up into the air rendering the
room bright as day.�

He looked to the boarded up window uneasily and then back down at her,
seemingly taking in her long black and red-embroidered silk robes, boots and
bound hands.�

She tried to breathe shallowly to
reduce the pain.�

�How.. why.. are you here?!� he demanded quietly.�

She blinked at him and couldn�t
think of a single reasonable explanation.�
�I don�t know� she whispered. � someone cast a
spell.�� I wished to be safe.. away... then i
was here.� where
am I?� Who are you?��

The boy dropped to one knee and
pressed his now darkened yew wand lightly against her cheek. �I asked you your
name.� Twice.� Answer me.��

She swallowed.�

Not English.� It was obviously the forties
sometime if Tom was this young.� So.. Grindelwald.� And Hitler..��

Her German was slightly better than her French.�

�Maia Schiller�� she answered.�

The boy�s eyes narrowed.�

�A German name.�
You don�t sound German.� Where are you from?��

She thought fast.� �My father was German.� My mother was English.� They.. they were killed.� I
was in France.��

She dredged up her history lessons about Grindelwald.� �I was in Oradour-sur-Glane
when they came.� Took
us all.� Don�t know how I escaped..

Where am I � you sound English.��

Tom looked suspicious but informed
her she was in London.� He didn�t offer
his name.�

She swallowed.�

�I..I don�t think I can move� she said softly.� �hurts..� please.. can you get help?��

His expression darkened again and
he lowered himself to one knee and began casting diagnostic spells.. quite advanced ones for a boy
who seemed to be in his late teens.

He seemed somewhat shaken with the results.

�Did they use any unforgiveables on you?�
You have nerve damage. ...quite a lot of damage.�

And..you�re almost entirely magically depleted.� ..unless you�re a
squib.� Are you?��

She blinked, wanting to laugh
suddenly.� �No� she whispered.� �No.. not usually��

He frowned.� �I can�t heal this.� I don�t..think anyone can actually.� You�ll probably just have to heal
naturally.��

She wanted to say.. get Severus.. purple
potion.. but of course.. if
he�d created it then it didn�t exist yet.�

Tom was almost certainly correct.� She
assumed he�d seen cruciatus effects before.�

And magical depletion was still a huge problem in her own
time. It couldn�t be repaired.� It had to
heal itself.. hopefully. Over time.�

As if he recognised that she was
helpless, Tom vanished the ropes binding her.�

The mere relaxation of the tension in her arms made her cry out weakly in pain.�

He was unconcerned.�

Probably had cast a silencing charm on the room instead of her, she
figured.�

The boy who was not her Tom with
those clear blue eyes.. but
still in some indefinable way was her
Tom.. in every movement.. in
the tone of his voice.. walked over to the bed and sat
down, leaning his back against the wall.�

He was obviously thinking about what he wanted to do with her.�

She tried to slowly inch her arms
out from behind her.�

Wincing and moving at the speed of continental drift she eventually was able to
lie flat on her back.� Her eyes went back
to Tom when he spoke.�

�You will have to stay here with
me for the moment.� We�re in muggle
London.� I can�t leave this place for
another two weeks and I have no way to send owls here.��

She felt unaccountably
relieved.� She knew she shouldn�t.� Tom had seemed to suggest to her that he was
not much different to Harry when he was young.�

She should probably be terrified and trying to run for the hills.. but then she couldn�t run
anyway.�

There was nothing she could really do and she had no magic..
as bloody ever it seemed!�

�Thank you..�
she said gratefully.��

The boy said nothing but looked at
her quite darkly.� It was not an
encouraging expression.� It did not make
one want to draw any nearer.�

�Why are you dressed that way?� he
asked suspiciously.� �it�s
not exactly prisoner attire, is it.� What
were you doing in Oradour-sur-Glane dressed like that?!��

She frowned.� �I wasn�t dressed like this.� I was dressed in this after they captured
us.�

I was going to be given to some of the soldiers.� Some woman fixed my hair and.. the clothes..� and.. um.. undergarments.�

I was waiting to be pulled out of the tent and then some man came in and
started casting a spell on me and then I was here.��

Tom seemed moderately satisfied
with that answer, raising a sculpted brow.�
He looked strange in threadbare old clothes.�

Somehow he looked like he deserved
silks and velvets and fine brocade. His beauty was too regal..
too ethereal to be garbed in rags.��

She must have been looking at him
a bit moon-eyed because he smirked slightly.�

Lifting his wand he cast a divesto, entirely unmoved when she screamed in pain as her
limbs were moved while her robe removed itself and folded itself on the floor
beside her.�

Now she wore a black, fitted,
high-necked, long-sleeved dress that fell to mid thigh with a blood red
embroidered trim.�

The boy�s eyes wandered down her body, sliding over her leather knee boots, the
pale skin exposed between boots and dress, up over her hips, waist, breasts and
then her tearful face as she tried desperately not to move again.�

�Very nice..�
he observed.� �Those will have to come
off, though�

He divestoed
her boots and she whimpered in pain as they were forcefully yanked from her
along with the anklet stockings she�d worn beneath them.��

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the length of her body.�

�And perhaps the dress too..��

She tried to prepare herself but
she screamed even so when the divesto shifted her
body to tear the dress away.� She wept in
pain, even the effort of sobbing terrible.�

Tom rose gracefully from his
position leaned against the wall and moved to stand over her, looking down in
blatant interest.�

She knew the red lace lingerie was extremely brief.� Barely there, one might say.� A few whisps
of red lace.�

�..Maia..
was it?� Well.. I think I�ll keep you for the moment Maia.� You may stay with me here and in two weeks
time when I�m due to leave this place again.. if you are still here � I will see what might be done about
you.��

His smirk was predatory as he
levitated her onto the bed, drawing back the thin covers for her.� It wasn�t particularly cold so it hardly
mattered.�

He lowered her carefully onto the mattress.�
She gasped even so and tried not to whimper.�

Then he transfigured the bed a
half metre wider and padded over, slipping under the sheets beside her.�

She inched her head slowly, wimmering in pain, till she could see him.� He lay on his side and stared at her with an
unreadable expression

�what is your name?� she whispered. �

He looked thoughtful.� And then he answered �Tom.� I am Tom Riddle.� Go to sleep now.��

She closed her eyes and tried to
sleep.�

After a while she opened them again.�

He was still watching her.

She frowned � which hurt, and
closed her eyes again.� Eventually she did
manage to sleep.

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