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The Forbidden Ship	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 18083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor any of the characters from the books/movies. I don't make money from writing this fanfiction.

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Codes: NoSex. (sorry AFFnet members. LOL)

Warning: severe Deathly Hallows spoilers concerning the end of the series.

Prompt: Light Bulb

Fury.

Cold-blooded, overwhelming fury was what he felt when he noticed Bella's death. His magic exploded, blasting his three opponents off their feet, and he swirled around, aiming at the culprit. That disgusting, blood-traitoring, meddling Weasley cow would die. How dare she take Lord Voldemort's right-hand witch away?

"Protego!" He heard someone shout, and a silvery shield erupted between him and Weasley.

Potter!?!

He halted, diverting his attention to that obnoxious boy who just wouldn't die. His keen mind rapidly went over his options as the boy chatted on and on about ridiculous notions of love and forgiveness.

Sweet Salazar, Potter was worse than the old coot. Yawn.

Still, he decided to keep him talking, occasionally giving a meaningless reply to buy time. He was at a serious disadvantage here. Nothing he did seemed to work on the bothersome boy and he was completely outnumbered. If only he'd still had his most loyal follower, then—

His eyes fell on a bushy-haired female in the crowd and it was like a light bulb had flashed above his head. If it had hurt him to see Bellatrix fall, imagine how much it would strike Potter to lose her – the only one who'd stayed by his side throughout everything. Slowly, he circled in her direction. He didn't want Potter between him and her after all those misfires he'd had.

"Be a man ... try ... try for some remorse ..." Potter babbled insignificantly.

"You dare—?" he repeated, pretending to be furious about those silly words.

Almost there.

"Yes, I dare, because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle."

A victorious smirk erupted on his snakelike face, and he stopped walking.

"You won't ever need to search for the true meaning of that word anymore, Potter," he said barely above a whisper, yet his voice carried throughout the entire hall. "Let me show you what has backfired."

With a crack, he Apparated right behind the Mudblood. His arm flashed around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, and then ... he Disapparated before anyone had a chance to react, enjoying the absolute terror on Potter's face and the screams in the crowd.

They arrived at an old hideout of his, a magical cave hidden deep in the Scottish Mountains. He blocked the curse the little witch sent at him in a nick of time, quickly grabbing her wand-arm's wrist and yanking it all the way around. Her scream bounced off the rock walls as she crashed to her knees, having to bend her body to avoid breaking her arm.

He snatched her wand away with his wand-hand, recalling perfectly fine Potter had warned him that his curses wouldn't hold now. However, Muggle methods—no matter how disgusting—would do the trick, too. He planted his foot in her back and pushed while holding her wrist tightly. Her pain-filled cry was music to his ears as her shoulder snapped out of its socket and she landed on her stomach, completely incapacitated due to the pain.

"Incarcerous," he tried, watching satisfied how thick ropes tied up the sobbing Mudblood.

As he had thought, only the truly damaging Dark Arts spells would be an issue. Perfect.

He could kill her in the most slow and torturous Muggle way possible and leave her mutilated body somewhere for Potter to find.

Coldly, he squatted next to her head, grabbing her curls with his spidery fingers. She yelled as he yanked her head back, pulling her off the ground by her hair. Her tears fell more rapidly and she was crying a lot louder now.

"Silence," he hissed, annoyed at the sound.

To his surprise—because the pain had to be overwhelming—she swallowed a few times and composed herself, her brown eyes meeting his red gaze unwavering.

Impressive.

Sure, she was still trembling and logically afraid of what he'd do next, but he didn't miss the fury and plotting that occurred simultaneously in her mind. It was something he would've done.

This realisation turned his plans for her around by one-hundred-eighty degrees.

"You'll do fine," he decided, right before knocking her out.

xxx

A/N: Review replies as always can be found at: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/15639-review-replies/page-1

Disclaimer regarding quotes to which I'm not making money and don't own: Some of the dialogue sentences are direct quotes from JKR’s HP&DH’s end scene between Voldemort and Harry, amongst those are: “Protego!”, "Be a man ... try ... try for some remorse ...", "You dare—?", and "Yes, I dare, because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle." The rest of the dialogue is my invention and the narrative is Voldemort’s perspective on what was happening back then—plus my little not-so-canon spin on it. XD

I hope you enjoyed it.

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