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Voldemort had won the war after five years of fighting— nearly every Order of the Phoenix member was dead.
Hermione and Ginny were all that were left from what they knew but some could have escaped to other countries. But Hermione and Ginny had been thrown into Azkaban.
It was the ultimate punishment for them according to Voldemort. He wanted them to suffer and to be able to torture them whenever he felt so.
They had been there for a year now and hadn’t seen the light of day since they had been placed in their cells.
They got to visit with one another for an hour once a week— Hermione knew exactly why. They wanted to see if they would reveal any more information on safe houses. But they never would.
Ginny and Hermione just enjoyed getting to see one another.
Hermione had just been placed back in her cell and had drawn back into herself when she heard the telltale sound of footsteps being dragged towards her.
Not even bothering to look up, she just waited for them to come to her.
“Oi, Mudblood look at you now. All dirty like your blood,” a deep gravelly voice sounded from just outside the door, “Look at me.”
Hermione dared to make eye contact with him, this was the first person she had done so.
But something in his voice called to her.
“Oh you deigned to look at someone for once,” he said, “Why don’t you talk to me to? I’m not going anywhere until you do.”
Hermione continued to stare at him, he was different than his poster. He didn’t look as quite insane as before.
Rodolphus Lestrange sat before her. This was the first time he had come to her. He usually went to Ginny.
She knew why. Molly had killed his wife. He wanted to torture her daughter.
But why did he change? Why did he come to see her? He was actually quite handsome when he was clean shaven.
“Come on, just one thing. How did you find out about the Horcruxes? We just want to know that one fact,” he asked.
“Horace Slughorn told us that’s what Voldemort was up to and then we found the Diary because Lucius Malfoy got that name? Yeah he’s who gave it to us,” Hermione said before starting to laugh.
His most loyal had given them the first to destroy.
“He wouldn’t,” Rodolphus spat before getting up and leaving.
She had touched a nerve.
xXx
Hermione didn’t know how long had gone by but Rodolphus Lestrange had become a regular daily visitor.
She never told him anything again. But he kept coming back.
Today would be no different. He’d come back.
Hermione sat and waited for him to return and as she did she thought of how he had become a constant for her and something inside her was changing.
The more he came, the more she felt that he was hers. And only hers.
The footsteps clanged again bringing Rodolphus to her, only this time he came with something for her.
A change of clothes and what smelled like a delicious meal.
Hermione didn’t move at first but then the aroma of the food drew her.
She crawled forward from her perch in the corner and shoveled the food in. She didn’t care if it wasn’t ladylike. This was the best meal she had had in years. Even before Azkaban because of being on the run.
“Don’t worry, there’s more where that comes from. You won’t be staying here anymore. You’ll be coming home with me,” Rodolphus said.
Hermione gazed up at him and without her having to say anything he continued.
“I’ve asked the Dark Lord for you. There’s a spell that won’t allow you to escape me. But you will be mine,” he explained.
“Why me?” Hermione spoke.
“You feel it too, I know you do. There’s something within us that is calling to the other. I can’t leave you here, now get dressed so we can go,” Rodolphus gestured to the clothes.
Hermione quickly obeyed. Anything to get out of this cell.
“Your friend is getting out too, you don’t have to be concerned that she will be here alone,” Rodolphus said.
Hermione felt guilty for a moment because she hadn’t even thought of Ginny but then pushed it back. Ginny wouldn’t begrudge her this.
She wondered who had taken Ginny from the prison. Who had asked Voldemort for the fiery redhead?
Once Hermione was dressed, Rodolphus cast the spell on her and took her in his arms apparating her to a mansion.
She was free. Not completely but at least she was out of Azkaban.