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The Life and Lies of Potter's Prized Girl	By : K_B_Lynne Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 13698 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Anyone who thinks I'm claiming otherwise is an idiot.

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AN: This story is AU, but remains cannon up until Harry is first "killed" in the forbidden forest near the end of Deathly Hallows. Up until then, all remains accurate.

Also, this story is a WIP. I have not finished writing it, in fact the portion I'm submitting right now was written in about thirty minutes' time, :). Please keep an eye out for rating and warning changes as new chapters are added.

Prologue:

Hermione sat on her knees, head down, facing the cold marble floor. She shivered in the chill of the room. Her exposed body was covered in goosebumps, but she dare not bring her hands up to rub them away. She remained motionless, holding in the sobs that threatened to escape her. She was trapped. This came as no real surprise to her. After Harry’s fall, she didn’t know how she’d stayed hidden so long. It was mid-June, just five weeks after the final battle at Hogwarts. Hermione had managed to keep out from under the radar of the Death Eaters, but up until the last week or so it’d proven difficult. They were looking for her, specifically. They wanted her, and she was surprised that now, after they’d found her, she was still breathing.

“Look at me,” the cold, high voice of Lord Voldemort rang out, not loudly, but in the silence of the large room, it was easily heard by all who were present. Six weeks ago, she would have spat in the monster’s face, but today, Hermione didn’t hesitate to obey.

Her golden eyes met with fierce red ones. She shook from the cold chill that went down her spine, but remained otherwise still, holding his gaze.

“You thought you could run from us, didn’t you mudblood?” he hissed at her. It took everything in Hermione’s body not to flinch. When she didn’t answer, he slammed his cane (a new acquisition, she noted, and she suspected that the Elder wand might be build into the middle of it, as it looked like a larger version of the prized wand). Purple sparks came out the bottom where it hit the floor, which finally did cause her to flinch, but also confirmed her suspicions. She opened her mouth to reply, but words failed her, and so she nodded. “You thought you were more clever than me? That I wouldn’t be able to find you? That I wouldn’t come looking?”

Hermione knew that he was looking for an answer, no matter how rhetorical the question sounded. That’s just the way he was, it was part of how he instilled fear into people, forcing them to answer rhetorical questions. Unfortunately, it worked. Hermione trembled as she this time shook her head.

“No? Well, I suppose your reputation does precede you, mudblood. You are as quick a learner as I’ve heard you are.” Voldemort’s words penetrated Hermione like the hiss of a viper that might at any moment lunge forward, fangs dripping with their deadly venom, ready and waiting to end her life. For all intensive purposes, that was exactly the situation.

Her eyes flooded with tears, both because of the situation, and because she hadn’t dared blink them since she’d been ordered to look at the snake-like eyes that had caused such demise in her life. When she finally did blink them, as quickly as she could before returning the contact, two large, hot tears spilled down her cheek and down her chin. She could have been imagining it, but she swore she could hear them hit the tile with the most miniscule splash.

The sight seemed to bring Voldemort pleasure, and he began to chuckle, a most menacing sound. As his laugh grew louder, the men that surrounded them joined in, and soon Hermione was humiliated, further, by the chorus of laughing Death Eaters. Many more tears joined the first two on the tile as she cried inaudibly at their cruel sense of humor.

The moment their leader stopped, however, the room became silent again. It seemed her misery was only funny for as long as their Dark Lord found it funny, and not a half-second longer. Pleased to see that he needn’t call their attention, he looked around the room.

“And what, do you suggest, we do with this fine young specimen?” he asked the room at large. Hermione whimpered as she heard many suggestions called out in response. Some suggested they kill her, others wanted to torture her until she begged to die, and a few, much to her horror, called out much, much scarier prospects. Voldemort began to laugh quietly at their enthusiasm, and possibly at the look of horror in his victim’s eyes. Finally, he called their attention with only the gesture of raising his hands. The room fell silence at once.

“All great ideas, my loyal servants, each and every one of them. But I think I’ve got something else in mind for this so-called witch.” Voldemort took two steps towards the stripped teenager before him, and she fell back at his advance, her arms falling out behind her quickly to catch her before she could hit the ground. She stared up at him, her exposed chest heaving as her heartbeat quickened, her breathing becoming strained. “Lucius, bring your son forward.” Though the room was large, and he spoke in a volume that would suggest that the man he spoke to stood right beside him, as opposed to on the opposite side of the room, the blonde man quickly ushered his son forward, his hand gripped tightly to the back of the boy’s robe. He released him with a shove, and the youth stood facing his peer and his Lord, at a loss as for what to do next.

“I have a present for you, Draco.”

AN: please rate and review and let me know what you think! Feel free to make suggestions, not that I can promise they'll be included, but they'll certainly be taken into consideration. If you spot any spelling/grammatical errors I apologize, I threw this together rather quickly and I'm horribly sick with strep right now, and therefore very medicated >.<
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