Hermione's pov still
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Suddenly, I was awake once more. I rubbed my neck, and arched my back which cracked like a glow stick. In short, I was sore all over. The torture from yesterday, paired with this overwhelming sense of dread in my body left me aching all over. I looked down at the bed then up at the ceiling; someone had transfered me from floor to mattress. I took some time to admire the room. Instead of an expected silver and green, it was instead a calm cream and pastel blue theme. (see picture up top)I gave a long sigh, but was disrupted with immediate panic. Harry. Ron. Ginny. Neville. Luna. They were all down stairs. They were all being tortured while I threw myself a pity party.
I immediately jumped out of the cozy room, but was horrified to find out that I was only in my knickers. I crosse the room and opened a wardrobe. It was filled with dresses. Did these people not believe in pants? I grabbed a day dress that matched the room, and quickly changed into it.I jiggled the door handle. It was locked. Of course. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on the key hole. I focused on my magic and chanted Alohamora until I heard the lock click. I opened the door, and tried to remember my way down to the drawing room, where inevitably my friends would be. I flew down the staircase, and tore down the halls until I came face to face with the familiar large doors. Bingo.
I pulled myself to get her and dramatically opened the doors. To my shock I was met with the eyes of deatheaters conversing at a long table. What shocked me more was at the head of the table, my father, looking unlike voldemort, he looked like Tom riddle. I immediately shut the door. I felt like I had seen something that I wasn't supposed to. Instead of dwelling on it further, I opened the door once more; but all the death eaters except my parents were gone.
"What the hell happened to everyone else?" I asked.
"Language. We sent them away, we need to talk." Bellatrix told me. I suppressed an eye roll, my language wasn't the worst thing to happen in this room.
"I assume you have many questions." Voldemort, well Tom Riddle, told me and I shifted my weight. He wasn't wrong, but their civility caught me off guard.
"Why do you look like that, how come you have a nose again, why don't you look scary anymore?" I asked bluntly, and bellatrix suppressed a laugh.
"The voldemort everyone knows is a mask, only my closest followers have seen my real face." I nodded at his response. The face was a farce to strike fear in those he deemed lower than himself.
"What were you all doing?"
"Talking, like normal people." Bellatrix answered this time around, but I noticed a long parchment in front of my mother and father.
"More like planning. Where are my friends, did you hurt them, kill them?" I asked and their expressions darkened.
"I warned you not to associate yourself with them anymore. We're killing them after we finish our food." Bellatrix told me, daring me to defy her.
"You can't!" I pleaded.
"Oh? We can do anything." My father hissed.
"Please! I'll do anything! Ill do whatever you want, please don't hurt them!" I begged them desperately.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Does that mean that you will torture and kill someone for us when the time comes?" I narrowed my eyes at his oddly specific question.
"Only if it's one person." I said while shutting my eyes, and dug my nails into my palms. They were trying to turn me over to their side. It's all a ruse to trick me.
"Done, i'll let them go." He said and shouted for worm tail, the betrayer, to release my friends.
"How can I trust that they will be released home unharmed?"
"Trust goes both ways my dear."
"You have done NOTHING to earn my trust!"
"Well nows a great place to start." My father told me nonchalantly. I noticed my fists shaking in anger and I took a deep breath. I can't let him get to me.
"Can I at least say goodbye, make sure they're unharmed."
"You aren't allowed to interact with those muggle lovers."
"But-"
"TIPPY! Show my daughter to her room, and get someone actually useful to ward her in her room. After that tell that useless elf, ditty, to iron her ears. I specifically said to not let hermione leave her room." Voldemort said to the poor malnourished house elf who simply nodded.
"WAIT! That house elf did nothing wrong! You can't!"
"You aren't in any place to be making demands." He said with amusement. I let out an exasperated breath. Did he find this amusing? Suddenly I saw my group.
"Ginny..." I whispered as soon as I saw the tattered girl who had a cut on her forehead. Harry's glasses were broken, and he clearly had a black eye. Everyone else emerged clearly worse for wear. I looked down at my clean and untouched body, I should be down there with them. They bowed their heads, none meeting my eye except Harry and Luna who gave me a sad smile.
"Guys listen, I-"
"CRUCIO!" I spun to see my father torturing Harry.
"STOP! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULDN'T HARM THEM!" I said rushing to my best friends side.
"And in return you said you wouldn't interact with them. Now I'll let up if you go upstairs like you were told." He told me sternly, and I reluctantly exited the room and Voldemort let up the curse. I started aimlessly trying to find my way to the stairs once more.
"You should get used to it." I jumped at the deep voice behind me.
"Meaning?" I gave draco a look.
"Meaning that you're going to be here the whole summer. They aren't just going to let their only, very powerful, and smart daughter go. You heard the prophecy as did I; they need you to win." He said while walking beside me.
"But Im not like them. I don't want them to win!"
"Watch yourself. There's a reason that your father has so many followers. He's as ruthless as he is charismatic and persuasive. You're easily swayed, if he can get your sympathy, he has a shot at winning the war."
"Why are you telling me this? You're one of them."
"Not by choice. I'll tell you some other time. You're room is at the top of the stairs. The library, behind those dark doors." He told me as he walked away. A library...A way to escape.
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Hermione Bellatrix Riddle
FanfictionAnother Hermione Riddle fic. Dramione obviously, different from my old one which I am still continuing. THIS IS GOOD HERMIONE! ////////////////////// Hermione didn't plan on her and the rest of the Dumbledores Army to be captured by death eaters in...