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�A/N��
For those who were confused with the shift in the third section of the
last chapter (the part with Hermione and Draco in the future) � I admit that I
spring the shift on you without warning over and over because I am a dastardly
evil person.�� I shift there whenever I
feel like a change actually � the intervals aren�t important but there is
information here and there that I have to get out before other events
occur.�� If you are really just utterly
disorientated with what the hell is going on there � don�t worry, all will be
unmistakeably clarified in time.� If you
have figured it out already � Good on you!!
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The
sensation of showing was heavenly after a week of being prone in a bed.� It was made even more so by the wretched
gratefulness she felt at being permitted to shower alone.� With Grindelwald�s temperament in mind, she
didn�t remain too long under the warm flow, turning in circles and enjoying
herself.� The risk that the man could
suddenly change his mind and decide to join her was reason enough, but it had
the added weight that he could become irritated at being obliged to wait and
decide not to take her to Tom after all.�
She
washed her hair and body and got out quickly, wrapping herself in a plush towel
and returning to the bedroom � where she was
required to dress in front of the wizard as he lounged in a chair, gazing upon
her proprietarily.��
No.� His expression was not merely one of
satisfied ownership, she mused to herself darkly as she snuck sideways glances
at the man while towelling herself dry and attempting to minimize the bare skin
on display at any one time.� Beyond the
possessiveness, there was something of internal conflict to it too.� It reminded her of the way Severus had looked
at her when he had come to heal her burn scar. The professor had been at once
hungrily coveting and yet reluctantly restrained, as if he refused to allow
himself to bow to his baser instinct any further than he already had.�
Evidently,
Grindelwald had decided to refrain from indulging until he had examined her
�effect� on others further; it did not however appear that he was particularly
satisfied with that decision.
The
clothing that he had selected for her was much akin to the style of clothing
that Voldemort would one day place in her wardrobe for her.�� He had selected a rich satiny robe in cream
which reminded her a little of a nightdress.�
It was probably some well-known designer from the forties whose name
would mean absolutely nothing to her.�� It
suited her, both in cut and colour � lending warmth to her pale skin and burnishing
her brown eyes and hair.
Grindelwald
seemed pleased too as he flattered her with a flowery compliment and captured
her hand a shade too eagerly, to lead her to breakfast.
Breakfast
was like twenty years in purgatory - as such mundane chores often seem when one
is waiting for something of actual significance
to begin.� It could not have been longer
than half an hour, but each minute seemed to drag excruciatingly. ��In light of the situation, she really wasn�t hungry and only managed a
few sips of orange juice at Grindelwald�s solicitous prompting, if only to move
things along.� It was entirely irrelevant
whether she ate right now, she ranted inwardly, mind fixated on the prospect of
seeing Tom again as soon as the bloody German dictator finished his stupid croissant
and lemon tea.� It took all of her self-control
not to fidget irritably the entire time.�

Grindelwald, for all his apparent obliviousness to her impatience, smirked
mildly when she sprang up like a jack in the box as soon as he indicated that
they would leave.
As it
turned out, she had been wrong in her assumption that there would be an
impressive degree of security around Tom.�
The level
of security around Tom was more than merely impressive. Grindelwald was not a
man to do things by halves, evidently.��

The security that the dratted man had installed passed through �impressive�
without stopping and hovered in �intimidating beyond reason�, with a vague
gesture in the direction of �Abandon all hope ye who enter here�.� It left all of Hermione�s most paranoid
suppositions in the dust.��
Grindelwald
had side-along apparated her to wherever this prison� or dungeon�or whatever...
was � and the apparition had felt oddly heavy and thick, as if it were dragged
or slowed somehow.� When they arrived,
the pressure of the wards made her ears pop and she knew she would have a
headache before long.
�Yes...
it is somewhat uncomfortable at first� the wizard in whose arms she was
enfolded rumbled quietly as he released her. �The sensation abates after a
matter of hours when the body adjusts... you will not be here for so long and I
think you will rather accept the pain than leave now, hm?�
Her
impatient nod only worsened her burgeoning headache.
It took a
few minutes for them to traverse the labyrinthine corridors to reach Tom�s
�quarters�.� As they walked, she felt the
wash of further, denser wards several times as they passed into deeper security
zones.�� Once, a silvery pane swept
rapidly through the corridor and passed through them both with an unpleasant
prickle, continuing on undiminished.�
Some sort of scan, she assumed, wondering what exactly might have happened
if it had deemed her a threat.�

All things considered, she was beginning to wonder about her realistic prospects
for launching a rescue independently, even with the recovery of her magic.� Doubtless the wards and scans that she had
felt so far were only the tip of the iceberg of security fortifications
here.�� Not only that, but the corridors
were starting to exert a strangely disorienting effect upon her.� It was a spell of some kind, obviously, since
she actually didn�t know where she
was going and could not, therefore, have come off her intended path or missed
the turn she had intended to take. Even so, the urge to turn around and look
behind her or retrace her steps was irrationally intense.��
When
Grindelwald stopped by an uninteresting stretch of wall, she kept walking for a
step and a half, pulling up sharply at his hand heavy on her shoulder.
�Stop! It
would be unwise to move too far from me here.�
There are wards here set specifically against you.� Your half-blood �Lord� is here � though he will be elsewhere after we have left.� Come.�
Take my hand and I will show him to you�
That was
further useful information, she thought with another lead weight added to the
sinking feeling in her stomach.�
Wonderful.� The already
suffocatingly thick wards here would do something particularly nasty in
reaction to her if she ever came here alone � not that she knew where �here�
was in any sense of the word � and Tom wouldn�t be �here� even if she could
miraculously pull the coordinates out of her arse.
She
placed her hand in the larger one extended to her.�
With a
small smile and a brush of his thumb across her knuckles, Grindelwald raised
his other hand and placed it on the rough grey stone of the wall.
A moment
later she watched as the stone flickered, shimmered slightly and then a five
metre wide section appeared to vanish, opening a view into a white walled
chamber with a single pallet bed attached to the wall, a toilet and a
sink.� ...And Tom.��
She was
reminded strongly of a movie she had seen only the summer before the war had
begun in earnest.�� Silence of the lambs,
it had been called.��
Tom stood
in the centre of the room looking toward them.�
He had an air of anticipation to him.��
He was dressed in plain white cotton garments that resembled loose
fitting pyjamas and his hands were clenched into fists.�

He didn�t seem to be injured, although he looked very wan and drawn, as if he
were exhausted; limp and listless hair and bloodshot eyes blinking too often in
the bright white glare of the room.
He didn�t
react at all to their appearance and her growing suspicion was confirmed when
Grindelwald told her that he could not see them and had likely been anxiously
awaiting their arrival all morning, since he had been told of the planned visit
late last night.
�You see
that he is well.� I have not hurt him too
badly yet.� It would be a pity for that
to change, would it not?�
Her
anxious pleading expression drew a chuckle from the man.� �I think that you will prefer to be good for
me, no?� Then you will start as you
intend to continue � I will take you inside to speak with him, Maia � but there
are rules.�� Do you understand?�
She did.
�You will
not leave my side without permission.��
He fixed her with a calculating gaze. �There was no humour at all in the sapphire
chip eyes.�

�You will not speak without
permission, even if the boy speaks to you.�
�If I instruct you to do anything � anything
at all - it is to be done at once and exactly in the sense of the instruction.� Do you understand, Maia?� You will not argue or protest or refuse. �I will not accept childishness here.� When I decide it is time to leave, you will
obey without hesitation or you will not be returning here again.� Do you agree?�
Was there
really a choice, she wondered?� She could
agree and see Tom with a thousand restrictions, or refuse and probably watch Tom be punished in front
of her.�� There had to be some kind of
Dark Lord training school where one learned to be a complete bastard.� Perhaps Grindelwald had founded it?�� Or Dumbledore?�� Maybe there was a bastard before them who
influenced them both?!��
�Yes.� Okay.�
Fine � I agree� was blurted quickly.��
Grindelwald made her wait even so, watching her with a dubious
expression.
�Do not
disappoint me again, Maia.�

It sounded ominous.� She nodded again
uneasily and turned back to the room where Tom was nervously shifting, his eyes
sharper now.� It almost seemed as if he
could sense them there somehow
without seeing them.
The grip
on her hand tightened and then, without warning, Grindelwald stepped forward
through the wall, dragging her after him.�
The sensation was both tingly and gritty at once and she took a gasping
breath automatically, shaking her head slightly to rid it of the peculiar
muzziness that lingered.
�Did you
sleep well, Tom?� the wizard beside her inquired with the barest sardonic lilt
to his voice.� Hermione pulled herself
together and raised her head, to find Tom�s dark blue eyes fixed on her
intently.�� He ignored the question and
spoke softly, with a voice that sounded rougher than she remembered �Are you
well?� Has he harmed you?�
She
almost replied, but the fractional adjustment in the posture of the tall man
next to her reminded her of the agreement she had only just given.� Reluctantly she turned to look up at him
expectantly.
�Very
good, Maia.� You are learning.�� He squeezed the hand that he still held
affectionately before turning to Tom.�
�She is quite well.� I have barely
needed to discipline her yet.� She has
been...most accommodating...��
Hermione
watched the rage flicker across Tom�s perfect face and vanish again, subsumed
beneath a blank mask.�� I am pleased to
hear that� he gravelled mildly.� �Might I
be permitted to speak with her directly,
do you think?� After all... I don�t
believe I am hallucinating her presence in the room with us.�
Hermione felt the darkening of the atmosphere in
the room as Grindelwald stiffened.� He
sounded cold and pitiless when he spoke.

�Do you remember, Tom, our conversation
about that tongue, which sometimes makes difficulty for you?� I think you do not want to embarrass yourself
in front of Maia, after you have finally the chance to look upon her
again.�
�No!� Tom
replied at once, emphatically shaking his head.�
�I apologise.� Please don�t-�
It was
utterly disturbing, Hermione concluded, to see Tom so abruptly reduced to using
that helpless pleading tone.�� Whatever
had been done to him must have been awful to bring him to this point!� She almost didn�t want to know what it
was.� To know now, and be able to do
nothing, would be worse than to wonder.��
When she got them out of this...somehow�eventually... she would see to
it that he never had to be beholden to anyone ever again!� She would protect
him from now on.� And Grindelwald
would suffer for doing this to him.� It
wasn�t enough for him to just moulder away in captivity as the history books
recorded after Dumbledore defeated him � she would have to take some kind of measures to see that he-.�
�Maia?��
The devil himself sounded mildly irked at her lack of attention.�
�Yes...Gellert?�
she replied, trying for appeasement.� It
was successful.� She received a smile and
another hand squeeze for her effort.
�I had thought to leave, as Tom does not
seem to have the discipline for a visit today,-�
The way
that Tom flinched and actually cowered
slightly at this was painful to observe even from the corner of her eye.� Hermione tried her hardest to broadcast an
air of devoted obedience, in the hope that it would be enough.

It wasn�t that hard actually.� All she
had to do was imagine that she was right now miraculously transported back to
her own time and was in her chambers alone with Voldemort � a prospect which now seemed like some kind of
unattainable paradise.�
It was,
apparently, enough.� Grindelwald went on
after a brief pause during which his eyes narrowed in seeming
consideration.� �Although... I think it
would be perhaps useful to begin the experiments here.� In this way I might
compare the results to less significant subjects later.�
�Experiments?�
Tom prompted in a tone that tried for disaffected and only managed mildly
perturbed.�
Grindelwald
smiled coldly.� �I have decided to
examine Maia�s condition.� Naturally, I
cannot let her suffer under the connection to other wizards.� I will discover the basis for this magical
parasitism and then it will be removed.�
For this there must be testing.��
His smile became slightly thinner for a moment.�� I may not require your conscious cooperation, Tom.�
Remember that.�
Tom�s
gaze flicked to Hermione�s before returning to Grindelwald.� �Of course.�
I will assist however you require...��
There was a long pause and then he muttered, through gritted teeth �Master.�
At this
Grindelwald laughed brightly and smiled.��
�Very good Tom.� It seems that you
too can learn.� I should have perhaps
trained you together from the beginning.�
It is a good beginning for what we will be doing here.� Even so � you have not proven yourself very
worthy of trust before today.� You will
be bound.� Go to the wall.�
Tom
nodded and backed up slowly until he reached the back wall of the room and
stood pressed against it with his heels and his shoulders touching the stone.
It seemed
like the position was very familiar to him, Hermione thought and again twinged
in distress at what he had been reduced to.
�Brav.�
Grindelwald commended, as if Tom were a dog that had sat on command. He twitched
his wand slightly, vanishing the few basic amenities in the room.�� A further flick saw Tom�s arms pulled
sharply out to the sides as if in preparation for crucifixion.� His fingers were splayed and the slight
tension in his brows betrayed that the position might not be all that
comfortable.
�Maia...
You will move exactly as I
direct.� Do you understand?� If you do not � it will disturb the
measurements.��
�Yes
Gellert� she replied at once, eager now for what she hoped the �experiment�
might eventually entail.� From the
brightness barely veiled in Tom�s eyes, he too had read the implicit
connotation and was highly motivated to reach that end.
Without
warning he threw his head back and cried out in pain, skull knocking hard
against the stone behind him and limbs trembling in place.� Hermione jumped and barely stopped herself
from running to him, whirling to Grindelwald instead and screaming out �Stop!!� Stop, Please!�
I didn�t do anything!!� He � he
didn�t do anything!� Why are-�
The
agonised cry cut off and Tom�s head fell forward as he panted, recovering.
The
blonde wizard looked down at her with mild chastisement.� �Do not speak out of turn, Maia.� The boy was punished so that you would see
what will happen if instructions are not followed.� I must leave the wards in order to measure
the effects without affecting the magical fields.� I would not want you to think that this means
I am not able to control what happens here.�
If you show me how well you can listen and follow orders � we will
perhaps come back another day to continue, when I have other results to compare
with the boy�s.�
Other
results.� A sobering thought
suddenly.� No matter how much she might
have hoped to have the chance to be close to Tom � to be able to touch him and
perhaps even kiss him, caress him, be intimate with him even if they couldn�t be alone � the prospect that whatever acts
they were instructed to carry out here would undoubtedly be repeated later with
several unknown �test subjects� was sickening.�

Although Tom�s head was still hanging down against his chest, she thought she
caught a grimace on his face that mirrored her own.�� Experiments.� Grindelwald had said that they might be
uncomfortable for her.
�Okay�
she whispered.� �I understand.� I will do exactly as you say.� You won�t have to hurt him again.�
Grindelwald
smiled, pleased and tugged her hand, pulling her closer to him and embracing
her with his other arm.� �Good, Maia.
Very good.� We will see whether that is
true.�� He punctuated his comment with a
light, familiar, kiss to her forehead and released her, striding away and back
through the wall.��

She turned back to Tom and saw that he had raised his head slightly and was now
looking up at her with a small, rueful smile.�
�Perhaps
I should have listened to you, the day you suggested we visit the zoo.�
She
couldn�t help the tiny smile that twitched the corner of her lips.� The situation was not at all comical.� This was beyond terrible � she had been in
only a few situations that she could qualify as more �dire� than this.� Nevertheless � it was so rare for Tom to ever
admit that he had made a mistake that she almost felt lightened by his
words.�
The
response �only perhaps?� died on her lips before she could speak it.� Had she so soon forgotten the punishment that
Grindelwald had administered as a mere demonstration?!� No � she would not give him a reason to do it
again.�
The
Teutonic voice boomed through the cell only moments later, making her
flinch.� �You will feel a little prickle
as the room is cleansed.� Remain still.�

Before the instruction had even ended, she watched a large seamless silvery
pane emerge from the right hand wall.� It
was much like the one that had earlier passed through the corridor but was
moving much more slowly than the other one had been and it seemed to emit a
soft sizzling sound like frying bacon as it approached.��

Tom tensed.� That was sufficient for her
to anticipate that Grindelwald�s idea of a �prickle� might be more than just a
�little uncomfortable�.
It was
rather like having the worst case of pins and needles in every part of your
body at once.�� Remain still� he had
said � it was difficult to remain standing.

When it had passed she had to struggle not to shake herself and massage her
limbs.� She �remained still� and waited
instead and the sensation abated.
�Good.� Maia, move to stand directly before the boy,
but do not move closer.��
She
complied and was further instructed to begin to take slow steps toward
Tom.� The steps were to be of normal pace
length and she was to take one every two seconds until she was an arm�s length
from Tom, who seemed to be watching now with greater interest once again.

He smiled at her as she approached with pedantically irritating slowness until
she was directly in front of him, looking up at him.�
For a
moment he seemed to want to say something, but with a dart of his eyes to the
back wall, apparently thought better of it.
�One step
closer, Maia � but do not touch him.�
The step
brought her within a hair�s breadth of Tom.�
She could have leaned forward five inches and kissed him if she had been
of a mind to immediately provoke the German bastard to punish him again.

Even so she could almost read the thought lingering in Tom�s eyes and entreated
him with a warning stare not to do anything reckless.� He smirked and wet his lips with the tip of a
pale pink tongue.�� Don�t!� she mouthed
at him and was saved from further worry a moment later when the booming voice
instructed her to go back to the other end of the room and wait.
The sight
that greeted her when she turned around was surprising but not at all
unwelcome.� She had heard the tiny caught
breath behind her and it had apparently been the moment that Grindelwald had
vanished the white hospital pyjama set that Tom had been clothed in, since he
was now no longer clothed in it.�� His body was somewhat, but not
significantly, thinner than it had been, she observed.�

He was beautiful; his body painfully lovely, especially stretched and tensed as
it was now.�

It seemed her observation was having an effect on its object too.� She watched as he hardened slowly under her
gaze and still couldn�t quite help
the warmth on her cheeks.
�And still she blushes!� Tom murmured.� �After all that I have seen you do... after
all that I have myself done with and
to you... how is that even possible?!�
�Be
silent now boy or I will seal your lips.� The Nazi intercom commanded. �Maia...
repeat the previous movement path.� Do
not deviate.�
This
time, the slow walk had something more tantalising to it.� Tom�s eyes burned as they held her own,
drawing her in.� She found herself
breathing faster and thinking about where she would like to touch... how he
would react if she were to stroke him here or lightly scratch him there.� How he had
reacted when she had done so in the past.��

From his smirk, he knew the effect he was having on her too and delighted in
the near pavlovian response.
When she
was standing virtually eye to eye with Tom again and his movements were
partially hidden by her silhouette he mouthed at her �you are still mine�
She
smiled and mouthed back �yes�
�Step
back one pace Maia� Grindelwald directed.�
Reluctantly
she increased the distance between them.��
At first
she thought something was wrong when Tom closed his eyes and let his head fall
back against the wall, but the expression his face took on was not one of pain
but weary amusement.
�Do you
know... I have a far greater understanding now for how Abraxas could continue
to try to touch you despite the curse that he knew would cause him pain.�
It is intolerable, Maia.� I
think-�
What Tom
thought went unsaid however as Hermione watched his lips forcibly pinned closed
with a nasty little spell.� Silver thread
glinted and the image of Harry sprang up in her memory wretchedly.
Definitely
some kind of horrible Dark Lord School or something.� Had to be.
Tom
managed a wan smile at her, although the thread couldn�t have been pleasant.
�Touch
his hand.� Use only a finger.� Either hand will do.� The right one.�
She
complied.� Tom turned his head to watch
her.� Nothing very spectacular
happened.� It felt like touching Tom�s
hand with her finger.� Evidently, for him
it felt like having his hand touched with a finger.�

Nevertheless there was a longer delay from the German wizard observing them
magically somehow.� When he spoke again
he sounded distracted.
�Two
fingers�
She
exchanged a look with Tom again and he rolled his eyes as much as to say � this
could take all day.

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