Sunday, May 25, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 11 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 11
“He will be,” Kendra told her. “No worries. As long as you show him respect and do not anger him, you’ll be left alone and allowed to join us…possibly.”
Hermione nodded. Kendra reached out, her graceful fingers wrapping around the handles. She turned them as she pushed the doors open. Before them was a wide open space with floor-to-ceiling windows and a skylight that filtered in a pale shaft of moonlight that lit up the marble floor. Out the windows, Hermione could see a burbling fountain and plants scattered about a majestic garden. There were a few plush sofas and chairs around, but that was the extent of the furniture. Hermione looked up and saw white candles floating in the air, as similar candles had been in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. “Where is he?” Hermione asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking as she tore her eyes away from the candles and looked to Kendra.
“He’s coming,” Kendra assured her. “No one’s supposed to come in here unless they need him. Just give it some time.”
Hermione’s eyes followed Kendra as she sat down in a plush black chair, crossing her legs and tossing her dark hair off of her face. Then a small smile appeared on Kendra’s face and she bowed her head slightly. “Ah, my lord. I have brought someone here to see you.”
Slowly Hermione turned, feeling her body become overcome with terror. Looking upon Voldemort’s face was torture. His pale skin, sunken eyes and distorted facial expressions were enough to make her forget that over fifty years ago, Voldemort had been an exceptionally attractive individual. Oh how times changed. Voldemort’s face twisted into a smile and Hermione felt herself beginning to step back away from him and regret ever having agreed to this in the first place. She should have run, have tried to get away, but instead she’d come willingly into the lion’s den, offering herself up as his prey.
Hermione heard Kendra stand and heard her boots clacking on the marble floor, which had to be on purpose since Kendra hadn’t made any such sounds when they came in or even looked possible of making them at all. She stood beside Hermione, her head up and gaze focused. “She would like to join you, my lord. It seems she has come to her senses.”
“Or lost them,” Voldemort hissed, gliding towards them. He was a tall man, an imposing, dangerous figure that threatened to rip Hermione apart. “What makes you think, Mudblood, that I would be interested in your loyalty?”
Kendra’s gaze didn’t waver. She did not look at Hermione to see if she would attempt to speak for herself, but her enchanting voice took over explaining to Voldemort how they had come across Hermione in town. It was all lies, what Kendra said and Hermione realized that Kendra had been right earlie. She really was quite the liar. Her methods of deception were so remarkable that Hermione felt herself beginning to believe Kendra’s story of Hermione approaching them of all things while they were on the patrol.
“You shouldn’t underestimate yourself, my lord,” Kendra told him. “Your influence can make even a Mudblood despise their own kind. We’ve seen it before.”
“Yes, Kendra, we have,” Voldemort mused. He was closer now, only inches separated him from Kendra and Hermione. “But her. Have you forgotten already, Mudblood, how I slaughtered your friends in that school of yours? How I murdered your parents right before your eyes? Have you honestly forgotten all of that and now wish to join my ranks?” He laughed. It was a low, rasping laugh filled with all the amusement he felt for seeing the person with all the reasons to hate him in the world standing before him, asking to be one of them.
Hermione hadn’t forgotten. She would never be able to forget that. She could still see her mother’s face as a the Cruciatus Curse was cast on her father, with him writhing in pain on the floor of their living room while her mother was killed much faster with the Killing Curse. There was nothing Hermione could have done. But that was a lie. She could have stayed away. She knew she shouldn’t have returned to her family’s home, but she was so selfish, so eager to have what she left behind back within her grasp that she went against common sense and caused their deaths.
“My lord,” Kendra put in. “She will have to prove her loyalty of course. And she will be watched. Closely. Draco and I will do it personally.”
Voldemort’s cold gaze floated over Kendra as he thought silently. He waited for such a long time to reply, that Hermione thought she had already failed, he would kill her and Kendra and Malfoy and Snape would have to find someone else to replace her. But then Voldemort spoke. “If she shows any sign of betrayal, you bring her to
“Yes, my lord,” Kendra said.
“Leave me,” Voldemort ordered. “And tell Wood I wish to speak with him.”
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