"Why have we come to Azkaban?" Hermione asked in confusion.
Her baffled expression struggled to comprehend why they were not a few miles away at the illusive towering European fortress of Nurmengard where Gellert was last known to be.
Voldemort ignored the curious witch's question as he concentrated on landing outside the discerning prison without being detected. He walked around the solid circular tower walls, tapping at the large grey bricks with his wand as he tested the strength of the structure, ordering his followers to carefully explore the rugged grounds, looking for a weak spot to enter.
Hermione repeated her question as Voldemort regarded the inquisitive witch with irritation, not wanting to be distracted from his focus,
"You want your grandfather, don't you?" He replied firmly.
Hermione nodded sarcastically and continued with her inquiries, disregarding the Dark Lord's annoyance at her constant interruptions,
"I thought he was in Nurmengard? Why would he be here?"
Draco pulled the brave witch back, knowing that his leader was growing more frustrated by the minute.
The nervous lover shook his head at Hermione, warning her to keep quiet so the Dark Lord could complete the delicate plan.
He could see Voldemort's shoulder's tense up under his long dark cloak and had witnessed the merciless wrath of his leader when a follower had distracted his train of thought in the past.
Hermione ignored Draco's subtle gestures and, instead, gravitated towards her anxious grandmother.
The cool evening air rippled across the deep river that restricted any outside access to the remote building.
Shivering with fear and foreboding, the old woman's eyes beamed wild panic as she flinched away, reliving the recent flashback of the terrible killing of her old friend at the hands of her possessed granddaughter,
"Here have this" Hermione whispered.
She took off the long cloak, she previously borrowed from Draco, wrapped it around the cautious woman and rubbed her shoulders to try and keep her warm.
Monica observed her new, intimidating surroundings with fear and remained focused on the determined Dark Lord as he stroked the grey brick wall, with a sinister grin, remembering his last encounter with Gellert.
Flashbacks of invading Nurmengard and kidnapping Gellert, as he forced him to go on the hunt to find the missing Elder Wand, excited his memory banks, giving him more purpose to get him out to help him with the next stage of his plan,
"He was in Nurmengard but I needed his help to find the wand so I broke him out. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough and the Ministry found us so I had to leave him. He had served his purpose so I no longer had any use for him" the Dark Lord casually explained as he hit a sweet spot in the wall and stepped back.
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Spellbound Sacrifice: The Black Rose (Book 2)
FanfictionHermione is changing, however there are many of those out there who would like to take advantage of the new force growing within her. But when she joins Voldemort, with his promise to tell her the truth about what happened to her Grandmother and why...
