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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79307 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
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�
�Gellert.. You are hurting the girl.� There is no need for such..brutality.�
Hermione,
even in her panic, wondered whether the so called �Madame �Papillion� � that
couldn�t possibly be her real name, could it?! � actually
knew Grindelwald at all.�

This was, after all, a man who slaughtered children, purely to inflict feelings
of guilt upon another.�� He might have
been clutching her a bit tightly but it was hardly unbearable agony.. It could not be
described as brutality.� Tom was rougher
than this when he was being affectionate.�� She decided that it was probably in her
interests to be as �wounded� as she possibly could be, nevertheless.
The older
witch�s soft concerned voice drew merely a disgusted growl from Grindelwald.� He
snarled something back in French.� Once
again Hermione cursed herself for having wasted so much time in the last few
months that might have been better spent learning something useful.� French would be useful right now.�

The older woman seemed insulted by whatever the dark wizard had told her.� She shrank back from the piercing blue eyes,
looking away.�� It was obviously not
enough for him.� He spat something
further in the fair tongue that sounded quite a lot like a command, and with a
withering look, the old witch rose slowly to her feet.� She offered Hermione a sympathetic look,
which metamorphosed into disappointment once again in the glance she tossed at Grindelwald, before turning and walking slowly and
carefully from the room, her long antique gown swishing softly in the
stillness.
�Now,
Maia.. I will have the truth.� I will see for myself!�� Grindelwald called
her attention back to him and fixed her with an absolutely resolute
expression.� She could see clearly that
there was absolutely nothing she
could possibly say to avoid this now.�
Even so she lowered her eyes, delaying.��

He was not having that apparently and she knew she was lost when he murmured
impatiently �imperio.��
Struggling
against it was like swimming upstream against a strong current in a warm relaxing
stream.� She just couldn�t hold strong
against the feeling that everything would be so much better if she would just
look up and meet the wizard�s eyes.� Even
though she registered the very slight twist of derision in his pleased smile as
she gave in, it wasn�t enough to prompt her to struggle further.
An elf
cracked into the room.
Grindelwald�s brows tightened but he didn�t look away.� She felt the first faint twinge of
penetration in her mind as the elf bleated urgently.
�Master �
a wizard is passed the warding.� Him�s standing in the �parition room.�
Master.. he�s not
going till�s he�s speaking with you.� We is not being able to move him to the dungeons.�
The
slight tingle retreated again, to Hermione�s relief.
�Who is
it?�

Grindelwald sounded beyond irritated.��

�Why can you not transport him to the
dungeons, stupid creature!� I do not have the patience for this at
present!� You see I am busy�
The
little elf flinched back a pace and wrapped its arms around itself fearfully.

�Can�t moves him.�
Him�s bringing an elf
along.� Strong elf.� Many older than we�s,
Master.� Wizard is saying that him�s Albus P-persy.. er. Persy val..uh. briar,
wolfy, dumble?.� He is being saying you is
wanting to talk now.�
The soft
pleasant blunting of the spell faded as the german
wizard became immediately distracted by his emotions. They flickered over his
face like stormclouds.�� The sheer mass of them was stunning to
watch. There seemed to be curiosity, hope, resentment, anger, regret,
indecision � all churning in flux.�

Hermione wondered how long it had been since Grindelwald
and Dumbledore had last spoken in person and found herself frought
by similarly torn inner reaction to the news.�

Had Dumbledore thought better of sending her (and Tom) off to meet their fates
here?� Had he perhaps come early to duel Grindelwald?�

Cynically she thought that it was probably something else.� Perhaps he was concerned about the others
back at Hogwarts who were affected.

Perhaps he just wanted to see how she and Tom were faring.� Or maybe he was a little jealous.� After all.. he never had quite gotten over Grindelwald.
Finally
the dark wizard in question seemed to reach a conclusion in his mind and half
nodded to himself.�

�Na, fein!� Bestimmt will er etwas voellig
unrealistisches und hat vor
es mit armseligen
moralischen predigen zu begruenden.�� The blonde sighed long sufferingly.�� Rozov � ueberwache
das maedel.�
Falls sich etwas unerwartetes ereignet, behalte sie bei dir bis
ich sie wieder
abholen kann.�
He
climbed to his feet and looked down at her pensively.

�Maia.. You remain here.� Do not attempt anything foolish.� I will be still angrier with you, if I do not
find you sitting here, exactly as you are now, when I return from speaking with
my uninvited guest.�
The doors
had barely closed behind Grindelwald when she had the
sickening feeling of being suddenly tackled hard
and the world around her blurred.� She
closed her eyes, feeling a slight breeze and then the wind was knocked out of
her as her back met a wall at speed.

She opened her eyes to find startling lilac ones only inches away.��
Numbly,
she recognised that they were in an entirely different room.� It was dark.�
Muted tones and very dim light.� Nothing like anything she had seen in Grindelwald�s domain.�
�The
light is very harsh upon my eyes.� It is
a trait of all my kind.�
Ducat Rozov�s voice was soft and measured but the way she was
pinned against the wall in midair, her feet dangling, was not at all
gentle.�
�I was
very curious when I detected the scent you carry.� Perhaps you do not know very much about our
world..but when a blood slave is bound, it bears
forever the scent of the vampire that bound it.�

It is a very ...informative.. trace.� These things have developed over centuries to
avoid disputes, you understand.�

Your scent tells me much of the age and physical appearance of the vampire that
owns you.� It tells me his clan.. and most importantly it tells me
his bloodline.�

I find it most...interesting.. that you are�� the young man
inhaled deeply through his nose and smiled in a strange way� undeniably the slave of my childe.� As far as I am aware � and I see no way for
such an event to have escaped my notice � I have as yet made no childe.�

Tell me..little liar...what year do you come
from?� How is it that you are here?�
She
gritted her teeth and panicked � astounded and infuriated at the impossibility
of running into the ONE vampire anywhere
who might immediately draw enough information from her..her..
scent or whatever it was.. to
realise that she was in the wrong time.

Watching her turmoil, he added, in a soft, calm voice �Answer the question,
witch, or I will be inclined to hurt you.�
That
stilled her.� She looked into the placid
purple warily.� He was a man.. well ok.. he
looked barely older than Tom.. but he was a man just
like Grindelwald and Voldemort it seemed.� If he announced that he was going to hurt her
� hurting would certainly follow, unless whatever contingency he�d mentioned
was carried out.�

Would she be able to tolerate whatever he did to her until Grindelwald
returned?� Would he even take her back
there at all?!

That thought only brought a further inward groan.� She would be just as screwed if he did.� Grindelwald was going to go through her mind now.�
�1996�
she answered softly.� �Coming here was.. an accident.� There were others involved and I just.. somehow.. ended
up here.. I don�t really know how it happened.�
Did.. did you tell him?!�
The
information seemed to make no impression upon the man pinning her to the
wall.�

�That is not so very long.� It seems I
will change my beliefs within the century.��
I wonder..why that will be..� Do you know?�
Did your master tell you of me?�
She
thought back.� No.� Rodolphus had never
mentioned anything about how he�d become a vampire.� She�d kind of assumed it was an easy thing to
achieve.� If Lord Voldemort wanted
someone turned as a vampire � they were turned.

�I...I�m sorry.� No.� He.. the situation was..�
We didn�t talk that much..�
This drew
a scornful sniff from the other man.
�I cannot
imagine why.� He said dryly�
�You make..such
an eloquent impression upon me, witch.�
Still.. your scent is
alluring..I will admit.� No doubt it
earned you his desire.�

There is another well known piece of vampire lore of which you are probably ignorant.�� I will enlighten you.�� Vampires are loyal to a patriarchal
hierarchy.� What belongs to the childe
belongs in the second instance to its father.. and that in turn to that
vampire�s maker, should it still live.�

As you are his- and he is mine.. you
too are mine.�

For quite obvious reason I did not mention this to the young wizard with whom
ten of the eighteen clans have chosen to ally themselves - my clan among
them.�

He has taken it into his head that you are his.� It would not be politic to disabuse him
of the idea.�

No.. You will be my gift to him.�

Nevertheless..with such a sweet scent.. I can be
forgiven, I think, for taking a very small taste before giving you away.
She
wanted to scream �STOP!�.. she
wanted to yell and warn and persuade him that drinking from her would be a very
bad idea.� She could have told him the
lie about the potions accident.� That she
was addictive.�

All of those things remained however on the tip of her tongue as the vampire,
who was obviously centuries older
than Rodolphus had been, looked into her eyes and her
mind melted.

It was hypnotic.. that soft
unusual lavender.. the faint smile.. the sheer perfection of his beauty.� She suddenly saw that was even more dazzling
than Tom � a feat she had thought impossible.�
She watched, utterly fascinated by the way his incisors lengthened to
wicked daggers.�� His fingertips stroked
down the length of her arm till they caught her wrist.� When he lifted it to his mouth, she was more
than happy for him to bite her.� It felt
like an honour.�� The pain was negligible as he sank his teeth
in, his eyes always upon her own, seeming to dance now
in mirth.� It was wonderful to feel her
life flowing from her wrist out of her.. to offer him what little she could.
All too
soon he pulled away, licking his lips with a slightly confused expression.�
�You.. taste..� he murmured, seeming to
forget where he was going with the sentence.

�Familiar� he added finally.� �you taste.. you taste of.. �� he frowned.. �I
cannot..think of it... but I know it..� More.� I will have more.. and it will become clearer��

She nodded on general principles.� It
felt like her head was swimming.� As if
he were giving off waves of relaxing numbness.�

When he brushed aside her hair impatiently she tilted her head to offer him her
throat and gasped as he bit down hard, drinking deeply.� His arms had somehow slipped around her quite
naturally and she felt like she was floating in the circle of his embrace,
pinned down from flying away.� The
feeling of his sucking and lapping was the greatest feeling in the world.� Everything was just perfect.
�
She woke
to find herself staring at a dark surface.�
Upon turning her head and reassembling her mind, she discovered she was
lying upon a soft velvet chaise lounge in midnight blue.� There was a silken pillow beneath her
head.�� She blinked, looking around at
the unfamiliar dark room and trying to remember what exactly had led to her
being here.

The memory surfaced in her mind in the same moment that the voice spoke up from
across the room.
�Magic.� You taste of
magic.�
It
sounded quite dark and pensive.� She sat
up and felt a little dizzy for a moment. On the far side of the room, in a
chair that faced a low fire, the pretty young man Grindelwald
had referred to as Uriel sat and stared into the dark
orange embers.
�I know
what you are� he murmured and it sounded as if he wished that he didn�t.
She
wanted to believe that perhaps he might be thinking of something else.� That hope was shattered when he spoke again.
�you are...a user of wild magic.� It flows through you.� One can taste it in your blood.� Sweet and fresh.. like sunlight.� ...I
have..encountered.. this
before.� A long time
ago.� More than two hundred years
and the taste is still...memorable.. to me.�
Ok.� so he knew.� She turned on the chaise, putting her feet on
the ground � bare feet she now realised.�
She was wearing different clothing!

She looked down at the soft indigo gown.�
It was very.. flowy.� It
seemed to be made of layers of gauze.�

Ok.. so.. someone had undressed her!� She looked up accusingly.� Her expression made absolutely no impression upon
the vampire still staring at the ashes of the fire.
�He will
kill you when he learns of this, you know�

It was said conversationally.�

She nodded.� Yes.� She had thought so too.� Grindelwald wasn�t
as arrogant as Voldemort- he didn�t believe he could control everything.� He was a strategist.� It was never a good plan to keep a weapon
that would sooner destroy you than your enemy.�
He would see what his attraction meant and kill her before she could
weaken his mind sufficiently to attack him � and he would know that that was exactly what she was planning to do since he
would read her mind from cover to cover.
�I... am
bound to inform the Conciliate of my discovery.�� They too, will wish to destroy you while you
are still weak.� It is probable that they
will choose to drain you dry and divide your blood among the highest.�
Hermione
felt panic shiver through her.� She had
no idea where she was and no magic to draw upon.� Tom was imprisoned and would not be coming to
assist her.. Her survival was resting in the hands of
this unknown vampire.

Admittedly � he had consumed her
blood.. Theoretically he would be averse to destroying
her.. but then he had not
seemed too interested in sleeping with her.�
Perhaps he was inclined toward males � in which case she was almost
certainly going to die.
�It is
lunacy to attempt to preserve you� he murmured, as if in answer.
�I�ll.. I�ll give you anything you want� she pleaded, standing
shakily and hurrying over to where he rested.�
He did not look at her.� She
dropped to her knees, crawling closer to the foot of the chair

�He said it was a potion.� It will wear
off and then I�ll give you whatever you want!��
Anything!� Please... please don�t
let them kill me!�
At that
he did turn, the amazing lilac eyes narrowing harshly.� �You ask me to break laws in both
worlds.� Suffering such as yourself to live is an offense that is punished by death �
with good reason.� Perhaps wizards will
never realise what I have done � but my kind live a very long time and
eventually.. eventually they
will discover my foolish betrayal.�
There was
something in the way it was phrased.� She
swallowed and looked up at him hopefully.�

�I�ll stop them.� If you help me � i�ll protect you.� I
promise.� Even if they kill you � i�ll bring you back.�
I promise!! Please!!
The
vampire snorted as if amused by something that was not at all funny.

�You bear the stain of my uncreated childe.�
You are..my
blood slave.� To think..
a creature such as yourself belongs to me.. it is preposterous.��
She
inched closer, wanting to try to persuade the vampire somehow but not wanting
to anger him.�� Cautiously she reached
out and touched the smooth fabric of his charcoal trousers.�� He merely glanced at her in annoyance.

�I am still deciding, little witch.� Be
still.�
Chastised
she dropped her head, hoping that obedience might be enough to persuade the Ducat
to decide in her favour.�

She couldn�t argue that his helping her was necessary for the timeline.� If anything � the timeline would probably be
safer if he were to toss her to the wolves.��
He would definitely survive then � which would mean that he would go on
to bite Rodolphus, who would then bite her.� Her own life in the
past meant nothing to the future.� It was
only the lives of all those around her that were relevant.� Tom had to survive to go on to be a Dark
Lord.� Grindelwald
had to be defeated by Dumbledore next year.�
Abraxas Malfoy, Alexander Potter and ..well.. quite a few of the other students she�d met had to produce
heirs.� Antonin
Dolohov had to survive to curse her in the ministry
of magic.� She wondered suddenly,
incongruently, whether he had known
that the lethal spell would not harm her.
�Grindelwald will be soon defeated?� The vampire above her
asked quietly.� She realised, dully, that
the coincidence was too great.� Ducat Rozov was able to hear her thoughts, much like Lord
Voldemort and Rodolphus could.

Not bothering further with the issue, she nodded and confirmed it aloud. �Next
year, history records that he will be defeated by Albus Dumbledore and interred
in his own prison for the rest of his life.�
In my time he was still there.�
The
vampire nodded slowly.� �That is...
useful to know.�
�Please..� she whispered, leaning closer to the man�s knee.� �please.. if..if you won�t save me - please will
you save Tom.� He has to live!�
�Who is
this Tom.. You say he will be powerful?�
She
nodded, hope springing.� �Yes.� Very.� In my time he is considered more powerful
than Grindelwald.
This was
received with a thoughtful nod.

�What would you do, should you regain control of your magic?�
She had
heard this question before.� At that time
she�d been unprepared for it.. Voldemort and Harry
were looking at her curiously and she�d just grasped at something wistful.�

Now though... now it was so much clearer.

�Anything you want!� I�ll do whatever you
ask of me.. I swear!.. and then I�ll leave this time.� I�ll go back to where I came from � it�s not
safe for me to be here.�
This
elicited a subtle turning up of the corner of the Ducat�s lips.� �Whatever I want..�
he repeated in a lazy purr.� �it is a temptation.�
Who would not appreciate having their own private djin?!� But the risks
are...less appealing.�� There is very
little that I desire that I cannot take for myself.�� You would need to defy the laws of nature to
offer me something worthy of the agony I would face should I choose to protect
you.�
She
looked up at him imploringly.� �I
can!� I�ll try!!� I�ve raised the dead.. i�ve travelled
through time...made people immortal.�
I�ve healed souls.. Whatever it is you want � I�ll try to give it to you. I .. I promise
I�ll try!� Please.. please let
me live!�
Ducat Rozov was silent for a few minutes.� Hermione watched anxiously, unsure what she
could possibly add to convince him.
�You will
have to return to Gellert.�

It was said quietly.� She leaned closer
and barely prevented herself from clinging to his pants-leg desperately.
�He�ll
use legilimency!� He�ll find out that-�
�No.� A..somewhat less
known feature of the blood slave bond, even among my kind � Just as I am able to skew your mind with lust or fear, or
find you when you are distant.. so too can I shield
your mind.� Another adaptation, you might
say.� How better to spy upon a vampire
than to interrogate the memory of their slaves?!�

Unfortunately.. I cannot present an alternate truth,
as would be the case if you were to occlude with skill.� I am not old enough to have developed that ability.� A Concilor could
achieve it - of course a Concilor would kill you on
sight.�

I can do no more than prevent him from gaining access to your thoughts and
memories.

And it will be clear to him if this is done.�
He will be furious.

But there is no alternative to returning you to him.� If I keep you here..
or hide you elsewhere � he is irrational and stubborn
enough to hunt me, despite our long acquaintance.� He would alert the other clans to my betrayal.. it would not be long before I.. and you were
found.� Then the truth of the matter
would be exposed and we would both die � I rather more painfully than you, I
expect.�

If I return you to him, you will need to please
him sufficiently to convince him to cease giving you the restrictive
potion.� I cannot help with...�

The vampire paused thoughtfully.

�I may not be able to do anything to
convince him.� We shall see.�� Either way.. before
I return you to him, I will have your oath that you will perform any tasks I
require of you, in exchange for my efforts to preserve your life and restore
you to full potency.�
Hermione
weighed the agreement for all of two seconds � she had no alternatives.� Death or an oath.� She made the oath.

The pale purple eyes shimmered in pleasure for a moment as the Ducat smiled at
her.
�Then it
is settled.�� He slipped a hand into a
pocket and withdrew a pale white shaft � a wand.� A twist and flick transfigured the flowy indigo garment, which she had awoken wearing, back into
the star-scattered midnight blue gown that Grindelwald
had required her to wear.�

Although she knew she shouldn�t have been so surprised that the vampire was
also a wizard, she had not had that impression of him so far and it did surprise her.� It was a relief too � she�d thought that he�d
actually undressed her while she was
unconscious.� This was preferable.
Ducat Rozov seemed to almost float
to his feet.� His movements were
strangely light and airy.� Watching him
made her feel inexplicably melancholic.�

But there was no chance to dwell on the bizarre reaction � the youthful vampire
was standing inches away suddenly, almost as if he�d apparated.� She blinked in surprise and received a tiny
amused smile in return before arms were firmly but carefully surrounding her
and the world blurred.

�If this
is a ploy of yours, you foolish schwuchtel, I will lose all patience with you!�
�Is is
not, Gellert! I have no-..�
Hermione
swayed dizzily in the vampires arms as the library shivered into being around
them and she was abruptly faced with Gellert Grindelwald, wand drawn and spitting black sparks as he
loomed and snarled over her transfigurations professor.� The younger Dumbledore had not drawn his wand
and held his hands up in front of him, open and empty, as if to reassure the
dictator.�

Both heads snapped in her direction when she and the Ducat reappeared.
She
squeaked and closed her eyes as Grindelwald�s arm
came up and fired off a hex in their direction immediately.�

The arms around her were gone before the spell had even covered half the
distance.� It hissed past her ear, making
her shy away automatically.
�Gellert!!�
Dumbledore shouted, alarmed.� �Control
yourself!�
�Silence,
Albus. What happens to the girl is no longer any of your concern.� Come out, Uriel!� You cannot hide from me � I will have your
little council bring you back on your
knees if you try!�
Hermione
opened her eyes again.� Grindelwald looked murderous. His piercing blue eyes
scanned the room, looking up into the heights as he turned slowly, wand
extended.
She
experienced momentary panic at the thought that the vampire might be destroyed, and with him her shielding, and any hope of
escape.� But it was short lived.� Uriel had to survive, or he would not go on to
bite Rodolphus, who would not go on to bite her.� Obviously
there must be some way out of this situation!

�Please stop!� she tried, her voice somewhat shrill with adrenalin.� �He didn�t hurt me.� He.. he took me to the vampire responsible for the blood
bond.� That�s all!�
Grindelwald froze, his back
stiffening as he turned slowly to face her again.� She was not prepared for the blinding rage on his face.� His wand was levelled upon her a moment later and he stalked closer
slowly.

�You lied earlier about this vampire,
little whore!� Nothing you say can be trusted.� You lie brazenly with wide, innocent eyes! I
assume that you have seduced Uriel also in the mere minutes you have been in his presence. You will remain silent!!�
�You are
not wrong.� Her blood is like nectar, Gellert... so sweet..�

The low purr drifted down from the dark heights of the room, followed by a soft
seductive little laugh.�

�However she spoke the truth in this instance.�
Her blood sickness has been satisfied by the one who controls her bond.� She will live for another month�
The
blonde wizard standing over her bared his teeth in a snarl at her.�

�Untrustworthy little harlot.� This is
how you repay my kindness?� Crucio!� he
growled hotly.
Shrieking
and twisting on the floor, Hermione had just enough of her mind left to observe
with an inexplicable low-burning satisfaction that Grindelwald�s
curse was not as painful as Lord Voldemort�s would one day be.

This faculty for thought was rapidly dimming however as he held the curse on her and the endless agony became everything in
the world.

She was almost unaware (and entirely uncaring) of the shouts from Dumbledore �
and then Uriel also, as the curse went on and on.
It was
dark when her eyes opened again.� Dark and still.�
The first
thing she noticed � and how could she escape noticing � was that everything hurt!� God.. god.. everything hurt so much!�� Breathing was torture.� Just remaining still on her back was horrific
as her muscles twitched and pain cascaded through her.� She wanted to scream but the fear of
increasing the pain caught her tongue before the sound could leave her throat.
�Still..�

The word was spoken softly in the darkness and came from across the room, but
she automatically flinched away even so and then shrieked hoarsely in pain,
trying and failing to get her body back under control from the helpless
movements evoked by her reaction.� It
felt like her nerves had been scraped raw over acid soaked glass.
Hands
were suddenly upon her and she screamed even harder as the pain increased.� The scream, despite the full force of her
lungs, was faint and muted, broken and hoarse, as she was forced with inhuman
strength back down upon her back and straightened.� She wondered how long she had been screaming,
for her voice to be this damaged now.�

A body bind snapped through her then, preventing her from twitching or moving
further.�
She
recognised the scent.. the
feeling of the cool hands.� The lilac
eyed vampire was in the darkness with her.

�Potion?� she hissed between her teeth desperately.� Just that tiny movement of her lips was
intolerably painful.
�I take
it there is a remedy in your time� the voice in the dark murmured, amused.� Hermione felt her chest tighten in painful
horror.� It had been hours of this agony when she�d had the potion after Voldemort had
cursed her.� She couldn�t use her magic
to heal herself now as she had after Tom�s curses.� How long might this pain endure?!� How long before she would be able to move
again without screaming.
�It will
take perhaps a week.� More if you injure
yourself during your rest.�� ..And I
cannot leave you under this spell�
Her
breath caught.

No.

No she couldn�t handle that.� Minutes
were bad enough.� She�d lose her mind if
this went on for days!� Couldn�t she be
sedated?��
�Gellert has forbidden more than eight hours of
unconsciousness per day, just as he has forbidden the full body bind.� He... wishes to punish you severely, to
remind you never to betray him again.�
She felt
the hot tears slide down the sides of her face into her hair.� Even that small sensation hurt.�� She could not be in this pain for days.� She couldn�t!!

�I�m sorry.� I was wrong.� Please.. please kill me!� she thought as clearly as she could.
There was
silence for a while.� She began to wonder
whether Uriel had left.� Then his voice sounded softly, again from the
other side of the room.

�You will survive the pain.�
This was
it.� This was the worst thing she had
ever felt.� The worst
thing that had happened.�

And she knew..
it would get worse.
There
wasn�t any point to begging Uriel to help her.� She knew it absolutely just as she knew she�d
be begging him anyway within hours.

Why was he here?! �Grindelwald
had done this because of him.� Why would
he let him stay here?!
�He
requires someone to ...care for you.. in your recovery.� He
is preoccupied at present and content to lock you away while he devotes himself
to others.�

I am here because he does not trust the elves not to take mercy upon you.� They have difficulty causing witches and
wizards pain.� I have no such weakness...

Gellert�s view, in his...distraction... is that the
harm has already been done and cannot be undone.�

...Therefore, as I am to remain warded in here with you until further notice,
he is permitting me to take what I require when the need is upon me.�
That
shouldn�t be a comforting thought, Hermione reminded herself.�

It was, though.�

The feeding of the young unfamiliar vampire had been nothing like Rodolphus, she mused, although she had loved and still missed Rodolphus�
hungry, powerful ardour.�

It felt odd to even compare them.�

Uriel�s bite had somehow been almost entirely without
sexual pleasure.. although
she had enjoyed it.. thrilled in it.� The pleasure had been more emotional.� A blinding awe and
devotion.�

Attraction, yes, but to something distant and immeasurably
superior. It had been heavier..headier..than Rodolphus influence;� drugging..like a
wonderful dream.
�You are
tempting me..�

The low voice in the darkness was nearer again.�
She tried to turn her mind away from the foggy memory of the bite.

What had happened with Grindelwald after she had
passed out?!� He was obviously still
angry with her.� Had he realised yet that
legilimency wouldn�t work?� Had Uriel explained it to him somehow?
�He knows
that your mind is now shielded from legilimency by the vampire to whom you
belong.��

Uriel spoke in an ominous tone that didn�t reassure
her at all. He sounded darker, dangerous.��

�He was ...displeased..to discover it and blamed me
for taking you from this place.�
He...punished me.�
There was
something hard and cold in the quiet voice that hadn�t been there before.� She realised that it again reminded her of
Lord Voldemort.� The
hate and indignation in the words.

As if she�d challenged him out loud, the vampire was suddenly almost on top of
her.� She croaked in pain again,
struggling for breath.

Uriel�s face hung over her own, inches away - she
could sense it - but in the blackness she saw nothing at all.� There was no movement of breath as a cold
hand stroked her face slowly.�

It felt more like a threat than a gesture of affection.
�I am
over six hundred years old, witch..� he murmured with
icily controlled rage.

�I am a Ducat � a vampire lord � I
rule tens of thousands of immortal
beings, I am one shift below the
highest among our kind.� - And this
evening.. for the first, and
I can only hope last time, I was
obliged to submit to punishment at
the hand of a childish wizard of forty years, who holds the allegiance of my concillate.� He took
a silver braided whip to me like a dog!�

Can you imagine the humiliation?�

The cold hand at her face slid down and gripped her throat lightly.� She felt his fingers tense and relax..tense and relax.. as if he was
toying with the idea of crushing it.
�I�m
s-sorry� she managed to whisper and, at least partially, meant it.� She didn�t want to cause him suffering or a
loss of face.� She hadn�t meant to.. but she didn�t see what else she
could have done.� She hadn�t wanted to
die and then she�d been cursed.� She
hadn�t had a great deal of power to determine his fate.
�That word means nothing.� I will enjoy
your suffering, here in the darkness, until your body recovers.� And after you are well you will obey me. �Your blood is mine.� Your body..should I ever desire it, is
mine.� You exist because I have chosen to
place myself between you and your richly-deserved death.� By my
will you breathe.�

The pain increased as the body above her lowered itself gradually to rest upon
her.� She whined in the back of her
throat helplessly at the feeling of being flayed and shredded with burning
knives, withstanding it for mere seconds before she was again screaming full
throat, emitting only a rough, strangled squeal for her effort.

She had no reason to believe that the vampire atop her was smiling and knew it
even so.

�offer me your throat..�

His whisper-soft command cut through her pain-blind squalling, penetrating to a
deeper level of her consciousness.�
Turning and tilting her head was excruciating and accomplished only in
tiny twitching movements.

A cool pointed tongue trailed slowly up her pulse point.� It hurt, just as everything hurt now � the
merest pressure upon her skin was like claws in her flesh.�

She yearned for the blissful drugged feeling but the pain was like a drill in
her mind, preventing her from turning her thoughts to anything else.�

Lips brushed her skin and then sharp points picked at her, scraping lightly;
almost playfully.�� She screwed her eyes
shut in desperation for relief from her present suffering.�

It was not granted.�
The
unparalleled agony of the bite was
almost transcendental, cutting like a scalpel through the pain the rest of her
broken body was frenetically reporting.�
It was true torment.� And it went
on for several minutes as the powerful vampire above her drank unnaturally
slowly.� Whether he was sipping out of
his own epicurean preferences or merely prolonging her torture, there was not
even the light headedness of excessive blood loss to dull her senses.
When he
finally did pull away, it was to the tune of her breathless sobs and
whimpers.� He leaned in once more and
licked over her wounds, but lingered then, his lips light upon her skin as if
he were tempted to bite her anew.� She
heard a soft, faintly frustrated sigh and then he moved away.

The reaction of her nerves to the weight being removed from her body was,
irrationally enough, even worse than
the pain of their compression.�
�Do not
imagine that we are safe because your thoughts are protected from him..�

The voice was soft and pensive and emanated again from the other side of the
room.

�Even if I am protected by clan law from revealing the identity of the vampire
to whom you belong, he has other means by which to ascertain truth.� He is an extraordinarily resourceful
wizard.�

As soon as your health allows, he will interrogate
you.

He will learn everything.� No one could
ever call Gellert ignorant or slow.� He will be more than capable of finding his
way to the crux of the matter.�

I could kill you now.. it
would be..merciful
perhaps.. but if I were to do that, He would end me,
no matter how far I might flee.��

I could reveal the truth of what you are.. and the result would be similar.� It was my duty to surrender you to the Conciliate.� Death awaits me for returning you to Gellert.�

Neither outcome is to my tastes � and, powerless as
you presently are, you are worthless.��

Therefore I will wait.� Perhaps something
may be done later to reassure the man.. It is faintly
possible that I will think of a way to save myself.�

And you, naturally.�
I will not put myself through this risk for nothing.�
There was
nothing she could say.� He had already
rejected her apology.. Thanking him would be received the
same way, she expected.�

She closed her eyes and tried hard to concentrate upon something that might
distract her from the pain.�
It didn�t
really work.� She could think for a few
moments about Dumbledore.. or
the other knights back at Hogwarts..she could think
about theories or potions or arithmancy but within minutes her mind would be
drawn back to her present state.. the terrible
constant ache that begged to be relieved.�

If she could just change her position then it might lift..
but if she tried to move in the slightest the pain
would arc through her entire body.�

She knew she was crying but tried to do so quietly so as not to annoy the
vampire even more.
If she could just sleep.�
Voldemort had made her sleep most of the time when she was recovering.�
His face
floated up in her mind.� His first face.. the flat snake-featured one that he�d been so anxious to
repair.�� She had woken in bed with his
breath against the back of her neck.�

She wondered whether he had remembered her from his past at that time.

She couldn�t be sure, but she didn�t think so.�
Something in the way he looked at her was different.�
A sudden
flash came to her of the serpentine despot on his knees, holding out a small
white snake to her, with hope and fear in his eager red eyes.

Had that happened on the night she had used magic on him?� It must have.�
She remembered him mentioning a snake to her later when he was telling
her about how he had regained his more human appearance.�

She thought again about his original face.. he had allowed her to trace her fingers over it when he had
taken her to his bed.. the strange flat slitted nose had been cool and soft and had moved slightly
beneath her finger pads as he breathed.
�What is
that creature in your mind?�

The quiet inquisitive voice emanated from somewhere in the region of the end of
the bed.

Hermione would have sighed if it would not have hurt so much.
In
explanation, she thought back to Tom in his room, furious and devastatingly
handsome, standing over her with his wand drawn, about to curse her for again
bringing up the topic of Abraxas� mental state.�
Then she thought about Tom in the future � her own past.. the Dark Lord.. still gorgeous although his snakelike eyes shimmered in crimson,
standing over her just as angrily, before he took her to the dungeons and left
her there.� Finally she thought back
further.. to the memory she
had seen of Voldemort duelling Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic, serpentine
in all aspects, moving like liquid silk.. toying with the old wizard.
�This is
the boy in Gellert�s strongroom?�
the Ducat murmured, barely audibly. �What happened to change
him in that manner?!� He does not
seem human.�
She gave
the mental equivalent of a shrug and tried to clear her mind again to relieve
the pain.� Now was the time to really
work on meditation and occlumency.� If she didn�t find a way to escape the agony,
she thought she really might go mad over the course of the week.� How long had it been now since she
woke?!� An hour?� Two?� Hopefully two.
�You
awoke forty two minutes ago.�
At that
she did give a low sob of misery.� It
made everything burn and spike in sharp sizzling pain but she couldn�t help
it.� God.. she had hours and hours and hours to go before she could
sleep again.. and days before it would stop
hurting!� Damn Grindelwald! � that fucking inhuman
bastard.� He was worse than Voldemort would be.�
Everything
jarred and twanged again as the bed shifted slightly.�

Uriel.� He had seemed almost to float before, so she
had to assume he was intentionally disturbing the bed as he climbed onto it
this time.�

At least she knew where he was, she supposed.�
Sound and body senses were the only meaningful signals in this darkness.

She could identify his crawling movement up to lie on the bed next to her. �
�I must
remove the body bind now..� he murmured from half a
metre to her left.�
�No...please!!!� she hissed through her teeth.� �Please..Ur.. Ducat..Lord! -don�t!..�
She gave
a strangled squeal as her body devolved back to twitching and trembling, with
the associated heightening of pain.� It was
like falling back into a pit of churning torment. �She snivelled and sobbed helplessly.
After an
indeterminate length of time, which felt like hours, the soft voice next to her
spoke again.

�Perhaps it is your nature.. the
effect that creatures such as yourself exert upon others.. but
I find that I do not enjoy your discomfort.�

If Gellert were to witness you so, I suspect he would
take mercy upon you.�

...A pity that he is so preoccupied with the red haired wizard.�
Hermione
heard the words and didn�t care at all.�
Nothing that didn�t reduce this state of torture was at all relevant to
her world.
After
another long silence, Uriel moved. �She felt him lying closer now.� This too, was of no interest, provided he
didn�t touch her and make the pain worse.�
She was breathing fast and shallow and trying to concentrate upon the
idea of a cool, still body of water.� It
had been one of the exercises in the hokey meditation
book her mother had tried to convince her to read when she was anxious over the
state of the war, the last time that she had seen her parents alive.
�I.. cannot make you sleep.. or
employ a spell to fix you in place.. but.. perhaps I can ease your condition even so..� the vampire
whispered.�

There was unmistakeable something faintly greedy in his tone.

She practically convulsed in screaming
reaction as her hand was taken in cool fingers and lifted, till it lay, palm upward,
next to her head.

Then.. it wasn�t exactly as
if the pain diminished.. but it felt suddenly more
distant to her.� She felt somewhat..numbed.. swaddled in cloud.. her mind fuzzy.�
Relieved tears squeezed themselves from the corner of her clenched eyes.�

Lips brushed over her wrist faintly.� It
hurt.. the sensation was akin
to burning wires in her flesh, but the pain was just a background noise
now.� Nothing important
in comparison with the thought of pleasing the creature on the bed next to her.� She thrilled as a cool tongue traced over the
path the lips had recently taken.�

Everything in her head was screaming �Yes!� � there was
nothing she wanted more than to offer her blood to him.�

He continued licking her slowly for long minutes and the need to give more became
almost overwhelming.��

When he moved away she begged and pleaded incoherently.�
�I should
not bite you there.� the strangely accented voice breathed �I cannot drink you
so for the rest of the night.� I will
take too much.�
The
murmur was unintelligible to her.� She
would give everything for him. �Anything.� There was no too much.
He
shifted slightly, turning her hand somewhat and then her finger was gently sucked
between his cool lips, sucked and.. nibbled..
for a few minutes, as if the vampire was
undecided.� When he finally bit down on
the pad, impaling it with one needle sharp fang, it felt like release.� It was.. almost orgasmic although it felt nothing like sexual
pleasure.� It was simply... euphoria.. pure and devoid of other
physical sensation.� His soft slow sucks
were like waves in a blissful ocean in which she was floating..
She was nothing more than the ecstatic pulse of her own blood.�

Periodically he bit again, deepening the wound when the flow dropped off..�
After
hours of passive pleasure, she startled when a cold hand stroked her
cheek.� It had stopped..� Each of her fingers hurt � even her
thumb.� She gasped as it seemed that she
dropped suddenly closer to a black roiling sea of agony.

�Don�t stop!� Please!� she whimpered. �Don�t
let me fall!�
�It is
time for you to take sustenance, little witch.�
You must drink.. eat..
if you are to remain strong enough.� Or I will not be able to..soothe
you.. like this again when you wake.�
Yes.� Yes.. she would do whatever was necessary for that, she agreed
without hesitation.� If she could stay in
that state forever, she would not mind in the slightest.
There had
to have been some kind of charm on the glass of water, she realised.� She was lying on her back but when the rim
was pressed to her lips and tilted, it felt as though she were standing
vertically and drinking it.� After the
water, she was given a thick soup with what might have been soggy bread mixed
in.� She accepted spoon after spoon of it,
hurriedly swallowing.� It felt like the
pain was moving ever closer to her awareness and she had to try to finish
eating before it arrived, or she wouldn�t be able to manage at all.� Finally the soup was done.��

She nearly choked on the blood replenishing potion when it was tipped without
warning into her mouth.� It was far more
bitter and coppery than any she had tasted before.

The pain was flaring and roaring in her mind now and she couldn�t help the
whimpers she was making in the back of her throat.
�Good..� Very
good.� You will sleep now.� Uriel told her softly as if she were a dog and had
performed a trick well for him.�

She heard no more.� Obviously he had cast
a somnus of some description - her mind faded as if a
curtain had fallen over it.

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