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Yes, Minister	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Yes, Minister

Chapter 1: Abduction

Despite her daughter having turned of age not so long ago, Hermione never went to bed before she got home. She just couldn’t sleep. Even though she trusted Rose to be smart, Hermione didn’t trust others. It hadn’t helped that a month ago Lily Potter had gone missing for more than a week. Every Auror at Harry’s command had been adamant on solving this case, but there’d been no discernible leads until suddenly Ginny had come home with the girl.

Ginny said she’d found the girl wandering aimlessly inside Quality Quidditch Supplies, alive but rather shaken up. Lily wouldn’t say what had happened to her. The Aurors had tried lifting the teen’s memories to find out where she’d been and who’d taken her, but she’d nearly died, getting severe seizures whenever they got close to the memories on the date of her disappearance. Harry had put a stop to anyone questioning his daughter after that.

To this very day, Hermione found it strange that after a week of extensive searches for the missing teen, instead of the Aurors, Ginny was the one to find her. She had a distinct feeling Ginny was holding something back. Whenever she tried to ask, Ginny merely shook her head, walking away, her face so pale she looked like she was about to pass out. The expression of defeat was painful to watch. It was such a striking resemblance as to how she’d been after the journal had possessed her that it worried Hermione severely that her best friend held herself like that again.

Then again, she supposed if anything happened to her daughter or son, Hermione wasn’t sure she’d look any better.

Perhaps a tad more vengeful.

When Rose went out with friends that evening, she’d told her to be careful so many times, the girl had rolled her eyes at her. Too bad she couldn’t lock Rose up and throw away the key. Such a pity she was seventeen.

Hermione looked at the clock striking midnight. Rose should be home any second now. She’d told her that even though she might be of age, she was still living under her roof and thus her rules applied. Luckily, Rose never was one for breaking her rules. On the twelfth chime of the clock, Hermione looked around nervously. No green flames in the hearth, no Apparition, no broom landing outside. She rose from her chair, walking to the front door and taking a look outside. There wasn’t a single human being in sight. The heavy rainfall and howling winds kept even wizarding folks indoors. Hermione’s wand-hand’s fingers tapped on her leg.

This wasn’t like Rose. Her daughter was punctual as hell.

She closed the door to the empty street, wondering if she should wake Ron and tell him Rose hadn’t come home yet. Hermione bit her lip. Ron wasn’t exactly a cheerful person when one woke him prematurely, and he’d probably laugh at her for thinking something was wrong when it was merely a couple of minutes past Rose’s curfew. Yet there was a dread forming around her heart, a growing sphere of angst. The clock ticked louder than normal with every passing second.

Perhaps she should contact Harry?

He would understand even if it were nothing. He’d send out a search party and…

Rose would kill her.

Rose would definitely kill her if the famous Harry Potter and a party of Aurors would show up wherever she was, having merely lost track of time because she’d been enjoying herself.

But what if she isn’t having a good time?

Hermione rolled her wand between her fingers, unsure when she’d pulled it out of her pocket. She looked at the clock again. It had only moved a minute, yet it felt like years had been taken off her life.

No, she wasn’t going to sit here and do nothing.

However, she also wasn’t going to get the Aurors for her possible paranoia. She knew which club Rose had gone to. Hermione Disillusioned herself and Disapparated from her living room.

‘Hey, Rose! Over here!’ James called out, patting on his knee.

She gave him the finger, making the idiot and his usual posse of sycophant friends laugh.

‘Godric, he couldn’t be more annoying,’ Rose hissed to her friend Ilonka.

‘Really? I wouldn’t mind sitting on his lap,’ Ilonka replied, winking at James who immediately gestured at her to join them.

‘Ugh,’ Rose replied, ‘Fine. Have fun with that overly bloated ego.’

She walked to the bar. No way in hell was she going to be found dead near James Airhead Potter. It was crowded beyond belief at Elixir. Lots of her classmates were there, celebrating the last day of the summer vacation. The music boomed through the speakers, making only shouted conversations possible. She could barely make it through the bodies moving and bumping into her on the dance floor. When she ran into Scorpius and Albus snogging, she smirked.

‘Hey, suckers.’

They jumped apart in shock, staring in horror at her.

‘It’s about time,’ she teased, smiling. ‘I thought you two would never figure it out.’

‘You knew?’ Albus said, surprised.

‘Everybody knows. You’re probably the last two individuals on this planet to realise.’

‘Don’t tell our dads, please,’ Scorpius said, rubbing his hands through his hair nervously.

Albus’s face wrinkled as if he had eaten the wrong type of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans.

‘Not my secret to tell, but do invite me when you both do. I’d like to take pictures of their faces.’

‘You’re a mean vicious lady, Rose.’

‘Slytherin,’ she said, shrugging carelessly as she walked on.

‘No excuse!’ Albus yelled. ‘So are we.’

‘Only one more year, we best make the most of it,’ Scorpius said, pulling Albus back to him by his shirt.

Rose finally made it to the bar, glad she could get something to drink. She hadn’t even called out to the bartender yet when he put her favourite cocktail right in front of her. She raised her eyebrows.

‘From that gentleman over there,’ the bartender said, gesturing to the very end of the U-shaped bar in what Rose had coined the Prime Stalker spot.

Rose’s eyes briefly darted to the young, black-haired man who raised his glass to her. She looked back at her frozen boom berry, chili daiquiri.

‘Hey!’ she called out to the bartender who’d started to serve the next person, ‘You pour this or did he?’

‘I did. I wouldn’t hand it to you otherwise,’ the bartender said reassuringly before turning back to his next customer.

‘Who chose this?’ she interrupted.

‘He did.’

Ugh, a true creep then.

‘So three bloodshot tequilas, one flaming dragon, and...?’ the bartender questioned.

‘Thanks,’ Rose said into thin air, still waving her wand over the glass just to be safe.

When she looked up, the guy who’d gifted her the drink was smirking at her rather condescendingly. Her face flushed, and she slid away from her spot moving towards him with the drink in hand. It took a bit of manoeuvring so she wouldn’t spill a drop. She knew exactly where she would put her drink. When she got closer, she realised that he had a slender build, was damn tall and rather cute with the darkest eyes she’d ever seen glinting at her. He leaned against the wall with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His pale hand drew through his silky smooth, black hair right when she stopped in front of him.

Such an obvious player move.

Ugh, handsome men who knew they looked good were always the worst.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, her drink landed splendidly in his face, causing a coughing fit. She’d always had perfect aim. Perhaps she should’ve joined the Slytherin Quidditch team after all? Satisfied, she slammed the glass on the bar and turned around on her heels, freezing up when his long fingers slid across her wand-hand’s wrist like a vice. Her wand was in her other hand at once and pointed right at his throat. A smile ghosted around the corners of his mouth. Rose noted it didn’t reach his eyes.

‘You’d want to put that down,’ he said, his voice smooth and soft.

Yet despite the music she could hear it clearly. That was some impressive charm casting, making her all the more determined not to lower her wand.

‘After you let go of my wrist,’ she hissed.

‘I see I chose wisely saving you for last. I had a feeling you’d be trouble.’

‘Really?’ she said sweetly, immediately casting one of the more vicious curses she knew.

He moved faster than anyone she’d ever seen, even faster than Professor Flitwick and he’d been a nightmare opponent during duelling classes. How her curse missed at that close distance and slashed through the wall behind him was beyond her. In a flash, his long fingers curved over her hand. A shock travelled up her arm, causing her arm to go numb. Her wand slipped from her fingers and, as it fell down, she witnessed it vanishing into thin air.

What the fuck?!

She’d never been disarmed this quickly before. He forcefully yanked her between his legs and then whirled her around so she was no longer facing him. Quickly his arm wrapped around her waist. However, she clearly recalled all her mother’s lessons.

Instep.

He groaned but pulled her closer.

Elbow.

The top of his head crashed into her back when he doubled over.

Scream.

She yelled at the top of her lungs, for the first time noticing nobody was paying any attention to them. Her eyes widened, and her head swivelled around. She’d not made any attempt at hiding their fight, and it was packed in the club.

Why was nobody seeing this? She’d blown a piece out of the wall for crying out loud!

Despite that no one reacted, she couldn’t hold in her scream when she felt the telltale signs of her body being pulled into a side along Apparition.

When they reappeared, she didn’t care where she was or that her arm was prickling with pins and needles as sensation returned to it. She struggled to get free, and this time, he let her go. She whirled around, finding her own wand pointed at her throat. Remembering how fast he’d been before, she mustered up all her self control not to lunge at him.

‘Finally, some common sense,’ he said, lowering her wand.

When he vanished her wand with no movement or verbal command, she swallowed, not feeling any safer without a wand pointed at her after that display of power. He started strolling around, his hands clasped behind his back as he circled her. Rose matched his moves, making sure to keep him in sight as her eyes took in the room she’d arrived in. Wall sconces lit as he passed. Magically motion activated or Muggle?

‘I was beginning to question your sorting into my house,’ he mused.

Rose realised she had no earthly idea where she was. Her mother’s teachings echoed in her mind.

Never let yourself be taken to a second location.

Unfortunately, there was no preventing that anymore. She’d arrived in some nondescript, modernly decorated, almost Mugglish living room if not a tad on the dark side in terms of lighting. If there were any windows, they were cleverly hidden. Same went for the doors. However, just because you couldn’t see something, didn’t mean it wasn’t there. There was no way to gauge her location, which meant trying a wandless Apparition would inevitably lead to a Splinching. If she could even Apparate here or would dare to do a wandless Apparition. She’d only recently got her Apparition license. She wasn’t feeling all that comfortable with it yet to do it wandlessly. Besides, the place was likely warded given how carefree her capturer walked around. He didn’t even pull out his own wand as he stopped and faced her once more.

Should you be unable to prevent that, take in everything you can. Any detail can be vital to getting away at a later opportunity.

That arrogance of his might be exploitable.

His mouth quirked briefly as if in response to her thought, but she quickly dismissed that as his dark eyes darted over her figure.

Ugh … pervert.

He took a step towards her. In reflex, she stepped back immediately. The way he smiled at that made her insides curl as if he were toying with her, playing some game without her being privy to the rules. That had to change.

‘Fine, I’ll bite,’ she snapped, placing her hands at her sides. ‘Your house?’

His expression turned blank. With a simple twist of his wrist, his wand showed up in his hand. It was an odd wand, created of two obviously opposing wood types that circled each other like two entwining snakes. She could see the phoenix feather core shine through it.

Definitely not one of Ollivander’s.

So maybe he wasn’t from around here. She’d never seen him at Hogwarts, and he couldn’t be more than four—five?—years older than her. The way he held his wand was also different to how she’d been taught, far too loosely.

Almost like a gentle caress.

He took a step towards her, and this time, she resisted the urge to back away.

Damn, that fucker was tall. She wasn’t small by any means, and she felt like a bloody midget next to him.

‘I suppose that foul language is your father’s influence,’ he quietly said.

Her eyes widened, making her quickly look away, cursing herself for not even having thought about holding up an Occlumency shield. Damn, blasted Legilimency practitioners. She hated them and their snooping with a vengeance.

His triumphant laugh rolled around her.

‘You may want to look if you want an answer to your question,’ he added, amused, his wand drawing a T in the air.

Rose peeked up, following the lines of the fiery letters that he wrote in the air. Her stomach knotted. This was too familiar to stories she’d heard from her parents and the Potters.

She swore out loud when he’d only finished writing ‘Tom’. He stopped and looked at her with interest.

‘How are you alive?’ she hissed, her heart pounding so fast she was worried it would jump out of her chest.

‘Oh, you definitely have your mother’s brains.’

‘What do you want?’

‘From you? Absolutely nothing,’ he said, turning away from her and casting some kind of spell she didn’t recognise.

Rose bit her lip. If he weren’t interested in her, and of course he wasn’t—why would he be?—then the only other option were her parents. Her parents who had caused his previous demise. She had to get out of here. What was it that uncle Harry always said? Voldemort loved to talk on and on instead of acting when he should.

‘So, sit down and make yourself comfortable,’ Voldemort added, gesturing to the couch. ‘It shouldn’t be too long now.’

‘You took Lily,’ she said, deliberately not sitting down and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

He turned around and faced her. ‘You caught that faster than her brother.’

Her brother?

‘Oh yessss, your precious friend Albus.’

When had Albus disappeared then? She was confused.

‘At the same time Scorpius did. The best disappearances are the ones people don’t notice,’ Voldemort said as if he were giving a lecture. ‘It’s rather easy manipulating those who love each other so deeply, don’t you agree, Rose?’

She swallowed. What the hell did he know?

‘Enough.’

‘Stop snooping around my mind!’

He merely laughed. ‘Pray tell, how would you stop me?’

She gritted her teeth and looked away.

‘Still too loud, dear.’

‘I’m not your dear.’

‘You’ll be whatever I say you are.’

‘And that makes you feel like some big man? What are you, over a hundred years old now? And still threatening teenagers? At least Grindelwald took over large parts of the world. Some achievements you made in comparison. Some heir. I thought being in Slytherin meant you had to have ambition and cu—’

Her hands flew to her throat as an invisible rope she tried but failed to get her fingers under tightened slowly but surely. He stood there, watching her coldly and unmoving. How was he casting without movement? She really wished right now she knew that trick. Her vision became distorted. Her whole world swirled. She crashed to her knees and fell on her side. Just when it was about to turn all dark, the rope loosened and her lungs desperately gasped for air. Her whole body shook. His shadow fell over her, and she stilled, her deep gasps of breaths the only visible movement she made.

‘Being in Slytherin also means having some form of self preservation, Rose Weasley, your two classmates surely had that in spades. They were far more concerned about the other’s safety than the possible outcomes of what they vowed to do.’

Albus and Scorpius had made some vow? To him!? Had they lost their mind?

‘Perhaps you’ve spent too much time around Gryffindors with that incredibly unwise boisterous attitude.’

She yelped when he suddenly grabbed her hair and dragged her over the ground. She’d no idea where they were going, but she wasn’t planning to go quietly. No way would she let him use her without a fight. She kicked and screamed. He didn’t seem deterred at all. In fact he just kept on conversing calmly like there wasn’t a struggling witch hanging on his hand.

‘Perhaps I should teach you how a true Slytherin behaves in front of their superiors.’

Her fingers grappled for his wrist. She caught a hold and cast, feeling victorious for a mere split second. Then her arms flung behind her back, her wrists sticking together. He yanked her to her knees. With a slight triumph, she caught a glimpse of the healing charm flying over his body. She’d done damage. Not enough damage for her to see, but still, it was a sign he wasn’t invincible or invulnerable. He caught her jaw between his fingers and tilted her head back. The satisfied way he eyed her gave her pause.

‘You know I had planned to let you go unharmed, Rose Weasley. I’ve been watching you for quite some time now.’

Eww… creepy stalker.

With a draw of his finger, her skirt ripped, falling to pieces around her. Rose gulped. She’d never heard he’d been interested in that sort of thing.

He smirked. ‘And you have great potential.’

Yeah, not interested.

‘I don’t need your interest, just your devotion.’

‘In what universe?’ she bit back, trying to squash her fear.

‘The one where a Hufflepuff prefect missed a simple transition between moving staircases and was taken to St Mungo’s fatally wounded. You were what, a third year then, if I recall correctly?’

She swallowed. ‘Second,’ she said quietly.

‘Second, impressive. Everyone thought it was a dumb misstep, because those staircases can’t be influenced by simple magic, can they, Rose?’

She didn’t reply. She knew he had the answer to that.

‘No, it takes quite a lot of Dark Arts casting to make that work. And even if they’d looked for traces and had found them, who would’ve looked at perfect Miss Weasley, daughter of the war heroes, right? Who would’ve remembered that Damian Fletchley had slighted her ever so minorly?’

‘It was not minor,’ she snapped, her eyes furious. ‘He had no reason drawing fifty points of Slytherin just ‘cause we had lost track of time in the library.’

‘Definitely worthy of a death sentence,’ Voldemort said, smirking.

‘Considering how many hexes, jinxes and curses I had to dodge for weeks on end from my own housemates because of that, yeah, definitely worth it.’

‘Yet Potter and Malfoy had the same experience, actually sustained damage upon their persons, and somehow didn’t feel the need to retaliate,’ Voldemort said in a light tone of voice.

‘They’re idiots,’ Rose grumbled.

‘Obviously,’ Voldemort mocked.

‘They made a vow to you, so yeah, obviously.’

‘Oh, you silly little girl, you are going to do so much more for me than make a vow.’

His hand waved over her head. Before she had any time to react, stones piled around her following the shape of her body. It had reached her neck in no time, sealing her in. He took a hold of her hair and pulled her head all the way back.

‘I do apologise for the discomfort this will give,’ he said, sounding anything but apologetic. ‘But in order for you to be able to breathe, this needs to happen.’

His magic weaved around her mouth, making it open wide. She felt something enter all the way down her throat into her lungs. She coughed, trying to get it out, needing it out.

For me to be able to breathe?

He was choking her!

Something solid started to form down her windpipe, making her eyes water. Voldemort grabbed a hold of the tube sticking out of her mouth. She tried to close her mouth but somehow wasn’t able to close it fully; something was preventing her from biting down. Her breaths came raggedly through her nose and that tube. He coldly placed a clamp on her nose. She was panicking now.

What are you doing?! Her mind yelled.

Making sure my property doesn’t damage itself,’ he answered casually, before his fingers pulled down her left eyelid and froze it in place. Then he did the same to the right. Some kind of cloth got put over her mouth. She felt his breath wasp against her ears before they got covered up, too.

‘You’ll make a nice live statue, Rose. Do try not to panic too much. Your chest will have limited space to expand once the stone has fully moulded around you. You’ll need all your attention on taking slow deep breaths with your midriff or you’ll pass out. It’s no skin off my back, but I can’t guarantee you won’t sustain brain damage in the process, so you’d best heed my warning.’

Then she felt his magic whirl up as he clearly had stepped back, and oh god—oh god—

She was being squashed like a vice by bricks and mortar. He was burying her alive! Her breaths came rapid and shallow through the tube. So rapidly, her world darkened and she passed out fully.

‘Well, I did warn you,’ Voldemort said coldly, walking away and sitting down on the couch as he checked the time.

One more hour before it was midnight. He looked at the beautifully formed, sculpted stone statue of Hermione’s daughter with the breathing tube visibly sticking out. Rose would come to any second now, he knew. Lord Voldemort wouldn’t allow her not to experience this trap and all it had to offer for as long as he would keep her in it. He wondered how fast the Minister for Magic would cave when she’d realised what he’d done.

Ginny Potter had been no challenge, and he’d hardly touched her bore of a daughter. He’d merely hung little Lily in a birdcage on the ceiling. That was all it took for Ginny to bow before him and kiss the hem of his robes.

No, somehow he had a feeling Hermione Granger would be far more interesting. Her daughter surely was, and Rose was about to find out what he meant when he’d said he required her devotion.

He flicked his wand at the statue and smirked viciously.

Too bad he couldn’t see into Rose’s mind now, but her memories would definitely be something to investigate when he would let her out.

Oh, he had no reservations that the Minister would cave, too.

People made themselves so vulnerable by getting offspring. He still cherished the terrified look on Draco Malfoy’s face when he’d told him that all it would take was a squeeze of his hand and Scorpius would die a slow, horrible death.

‘I’ll be in touch,’ he’d lightly said to the grovelling blond. ‘Talk to anyone about this, I’ll guarantee you I will know, and you know what will happen.’

‘I won’t. I’ll do whatever you need, my Lord. Just say the word.’

‘You’ll get the word when I so please, Malfoy,’ he’d replied and Disapparated from the house.

Draco, as expected, had tried to flee the country with his son, undoubtedly thinking distance was the key. Truthfully, it did matter. Draco Malfoy never had been stupid unlike some of his other Death Eaters. He knew plenty of the Dark Arts even if he didn’t have the stomach for it. His eyes briefly darted to the statue.

She had the stomach for it.

He wondered how she was faring right now. Surely it would have penetrated her already and activated her clit on a continuous cycle. A shame he’d forgotten to look if she'd had any experience before this. Oh well, nothing could beat this. It would shape itself just that little bit too wide and too long for comfort as it would thrust in and out of her cunt, causing just enough pain with a delightful buildup of pleasure, confusing the brain to the point of submission.

When he’d designed this prison, he’d planned to use it on her mother, but he supposed the daughter would be a good trial run. It might even help him tweak it to enhance its impact. They would soon be begging for his mercy, wishing to service him. But there was a time and place for everything. He did love teaching little bitches their proper place before building them up again. It was easier when you got them at a younger age though. Rose already had quite a mouth on her.

A wicked smile formed on his handsome face. He did love Slytherins with some backbone. Bella had been a frightening force to be reckoned with. And now he would get Rose’s force to serve only him.

Just like everyone else, she would fall.

He recalled how it hadn’t taken a long wait before Draco made his move and forced Lord Voldemort to demonstrate the hold he had over his son. He’d squeezed Scorpius’s heart, but being the benevolent Lord that he was, he’d allowed Scorpius to regain his full cardiac function when they’d arrived at St Mungo’s. Draco hadn’t tried anything again after that.

Pathetic.

He had no plans to actually kill Scorpius. The boy was too big an asset to let go to waste, unlike his whimpering father.

Love, such a disgusting emotion, every time it showed him how utterly weak and vulnerable it made you. Draco Malfoy wouldn’t be in the predicament he was in now if he hadn’t cared so disgustingly deeply. It was delightful to watch. Revenge truly was a dish best served cold.

He sighed, checking the time. Fifteen minutes until Rose’s curfew would expire, and the one person he really wanted to break would come to him. He felt himself grow hard at the thought and quickly cast a spell to relieve that feeling.

Too soon.

However, that did remind him of Rose’s predicament. He rose from the couch and walked to her stone prison. The erratic sounds of her breaths were telling enough. Briefly he squeezed the tube together, denying her air. When he released his grip, he could practically taste her despair and desire. It was delicious. He placed his mouth over the tube and blew down, feeling the resistance and struggle before she complied and followed his lead. He squeezed the tube between his deep inhales before he breathed down, allowing her only what he gave her. She took all he had to give.

Such beautiful compliance.

He rose, walking away, hearing her breaths rasp audibly.

That’s right, Rose, you know who owns you now, don’t you?

Next time, he would have her on display, for him to feast his eyes on. He’d broken Bella, and he’d not been nearly as creative then as he was today. They all caved in the end and bowed to his wishes as they should, being so disgustingly inferior.

Midnight.

It was time.
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