Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
  • Updated: 29 Dec 2014
  • Status: Complete
Did You-Know-Who really die? Or, did he fake it, plotting the biggest war the world, Muggle or Witch/wizard has ever known? Dramione ship.


10. Hermione POV

Harry Potter is coming to my rescue. I can feel it. Like you can sometimes sense a presence behind you, I can sense that Harry and the rest of Dumbledore's Army are on their way.

Why are they coming?! I told them, I begged them, not to come. Voldemort has to keep me alive, so Draco stays loyal and I can be use as bait. He can't kill me. Not yet.

The sound of footsteps advancing toward me pulls me out of my reverie. It's Voldemort. I scream internally and sigh externally as he draws closer toward me. "Come with me."


"Yes. You will do the second warning for Harry Potter." He spat out Harry's name as if it was a bitter poison in his mouth.

I sighed, but followed him to out of my cell.

"You will say exactly what I order you to say," he says as we walk toward the throne room, "do you understand?"

I nod, too weak to argue.

"I will write the words with my wand, and you will say them as they appear. If you change a word, or anything else for that matter, things will not be good for you. Do you understand, Mudblood?"

I nod again.

Once we were in the throne room, I sit cross-legged on the floor. Voldemort says a spell that'll magically amplify my voice. I clear my voice and begin to speak the words Voldemort writes. "Harry Potter. This is your second and final warning. You need to come to The Dark Lord's castle by the end of tonight or things will not bode well for me, you, or anybody else. He is awaiting for you." I squint at the words. I add in a 'please', rebellion in my eyes. "Please, Harry. Come in now. You can Appearate here. Don't stall."

I glare at Voldemort when I finish speaking. "You changed what I said. How dare you."

I smirk.


My knees buckle and I crumple. Distantly, through the pain, I hear someone screaming. I faintly realize that it is me screaming.

"My Lord!" Draco.

"Get out of my way."

"Please, my Lord, preform the Crutacius Curse on me instead!"

"I will next. Now move!"

A flash of light and I watch, helplessly, as Draco is blown backward. Then Voldemort returns to me.

The world goes light and poofy, the colors blend together, and there is no more.

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