When Hermione Fights

The Dark Lord II

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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"Then you are worthless!" The icy hiss echoed in my head and I panicked. I did not let go of him, held him in my mind after he had shouted this loudly for everybody in the hall to hear, and pulled him deeper, groaning in pain as I mentally clung to him, like I had done to Severus before, showing him my inferi!

The act of strength made me squinch my watery eyes shut tightly, yet I offered him the memory: how I fetched two corpses, without scruples, how I modified them, how I awakened them cold-heartedly, the effort and will power it cost me, but also the success I had with it, my feeling of happiness when I was the mistress of these two beings!

He witnessed how I unscrupulously controlled them and how I skillfully gave them up again and sent them into the afterlife. I showed him everything, only changing the aspect that it was my parents who I let escape in this way. I cleverly hid behind my tall tale that this was only due to my curiosity and my morbid interest in necromancy.

After he had seen it all, I collapsed, dropped to my knees powerlessly as he left my mind, and I trembled slightly with relief that I had successfully kept my most important secrets from him, although I had to play my last trump card, my most despicable and horrible deed so far, I thought, because I had played with the dead, desecrating them for my own purposes.

When I opened my watery eyes again, I saw the Dark Lord resting his chin on his folded hands and looking down at me with his lifeless, cold eyes, contemplating. I glanced around briefly in the diffuse, dim light and saw interested faces looking at us with curiosity. My three men also watched us enthralled by the scene that played out in front of their eyes.

I tried to loosen my cramped fingers and pulled my nails out of the balls of my hands where they were embedded deeply in my flesh, which made me whimper with pain.

The ache in my head made me almost see double. I then touched my chin and looked down at my hand, saw the blood and took a handkerchief from one sleeve and wiped the blood from under my nose and from my chin.

The Dark Lord said nothing, seemingly lost in thought when I took a heart and addressed him.

"My Lord, I'm good and the last-"

"That you didn't want to show me," he hissed briefly and I nodded fearfully.

"Yes, but isn't it understandable?" I asked timidly.

"Don't the three of them know?!" he laughed spitefully and sparkled at my men with amusement in his red eyes.

Then panic overtook me again and I got up on all fours, pulled myself up by the pedestal and grasped the hem of his robe, which he allowed with a wrinkled forehead.

"My Lord, I am unworthy, but please, let this be our secret," I whispered desperately as I really didn't want anyone to know that I had mastered necromancy.

"Is it so unpleasant that you forget your pride?" He was amused.

"I have no pride, it left long before I did," I replied boldly in a harsh whisper.

He laughed maliciously as he struck just like the serpent he was. At a crazy speed, he reached under the hood that had half-slipped from my head and roughly grabbed my open hair, clawed at it with his spider-like fingers, which made me cry out softly.

When he straightened back up in his throne, he pulled me painfully and roughly by my hair, so that I ended up kneeling before him.

I had whimpered when he grabbed me so brutally and my hands had automatically twitched towards his hands, but at the last minute I had controlled myself and forced myself to lower them deliberately. Hurting everywhere by now, I clenched them into fists again, moaning bitterly and biting my lip bloody.