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Listening to the sub-dark arts teacher, Hermione felt uneasy. The cold looking, though attractive woman, was called a Princess. A pure blood.
"HOw many of you know of the land called Ethreal?"
Hermione raised her hand. the teacher nodded. "A mythical land craeted by Salazar Slythering, and other pure bloods, for pure bloods only."
"Not so mythical," The Princess said. "I lived there. Plan to go back."
Hermione took a breath. She was unnerved at how the woman eyed her. Like a Hawk considering its meal.
"this, one of impure blood knew, but none of you Slytherin's did?" Disappointed she shook her head.
They glared at Hermione.
"Mud Blood," Draco hissed.
"Mud Blood, Muggle, these are not terms used in Ethreal." A curved smile appeared on her lips as hrte young substitue eyed Hermione. "Though they aee common enough use among those who deeem themselves so - open minded."
Slowly, thoughts of that class drifted away. Hermione Granger's eyes opened to little flashing lights. Then they faded. She was in a cell, wand gone. What was happening.
Rising from her cot, Hermione looked around. She walked to the bars. Magic further secured against any effort at escape.
Whose prisoner was she? Voldemort, Bellatrix, they were all dead. Weren't they.
One hearing the words of the torture curse caste, Hermione screams and writhes in face. Stepping into view is a woman who looks a younbrger version of Bellatrix. Her face is stern, sevvere.
"What do you wnat with me?" Hermnione calls. "Who are you?"
The torture curse hits her again.
"Silence, girl." She grins. "My Mother was Bellatrix LeStrange, she is dead now. I am Serena, your master."
"I had nothing to do with your Mother's death," Hermione whimpered. She screams as the torture curse hits her again.
"You will learn to obey me, girl," Serena said harshly. "You are the most powerful of the three, you, Potter," She roles her eyes,. "And that Weasel boy."
"Ron Weasly?"
She writhes again, screaming.
"Don't correct me."
Hermione collapses in tears.
"You were the one chosen to be hunted and captured," Serena said. "My Mother's toy. Now, you belong to me. You are mne to discipline, train, use for breeding."
The last part made Hermione's eyes bug. "Breeding?" She gasped.
"Problem?" Serena gave her a look that made Hermiona shrink bacck.
"No, ma'am," SHe feared getting the torture ncurse again. Serena caste it anyway, screaming Hermione twisted in pain. She remembered what Bellatrix had done to her.
"You must learn obedience, fear, respect." Serena said. "No longer are you free, my pet. You are mine."
Hermione nodded her head. Would her friends be able to rescue her? Getting into Ethreal was a difficult task. One had to be of pure blood, well, Harry and Ron were that.
Gasping, Hermione crawled to the bars of the seemingnly shrinking cell. "Please. Stop. Ma'am. I'll do what you wnat."
Bending to her, Sarena caressed Hermione's hair. "Of course." She sighed. "Ehreal is ending, as all magc must end. Even the hidden places of your magic folk will soon end, the magics that hiie them fade. We must comeout to the mortal world, or be fully exposed."
"we can't, persecution," Hermione gasped.
Serena rolled her eyes. "Such will always be, among their own kind. Among our own kind."
The doors opened. Rising, Serena snappedn her fingers. Hermione stood. Her new master then branded Hermione's Right thigh with her wand. Such would enable complete and permanent power over her.
As Serena snapped her fingers, Hermione followed her new owner.
"HOw many of you know of the land called Ethreal?"
Hermione raised her hand. the teacher nodded. "A mythical land craeted by Salazar Slythering, and other pure bloods, for pure bloods only."
"Not so mythical," The Princess said. "I lived there. Plan to go back."
Hermione took a breath. She was unnerved at how the woman eyed her. Like a Hawk considering its meal.
"this, one of impure blood knew, but none of you Slytherin's did?" Disappointed she shook her head.
They glared at Hermione.
"Mud Blood," Draco hissed.
"Mud Blood, Muggle, these are not terms used in Ethreal." A curved smile appeared on her lips as hrte young substitue eyed Hermione. "Though they aee common enough use among those who deeem themselves so - open minded."
Slowly, thoughts of that class drifted away. Hermione Granger's eyes opened to little flashing lights. Then they faded. She was in a cell, wand gone. What was happening.
Rising from her cot, Hermione looked around. She walked to the bars. Magic further secured against any effort at escape.
Whose prisoner was she? Voldemort, Bellatrix, they were all dead. Weren't they.
One hearing the words of the torture curse caste, Hermione screams and writhes in face. Stepping into view is a woman who looks a younbrger version of Bellatrix. Her face is stern, sevvere.
"What do you wnat with me?" Hermnione calls. "Who are you?"
The torture curse hits her again.
"Silence, girl." She grins. "My Mother was Bellatrix LeStrange, she is dead now. I am Serena, your master."
"I had nothing to do with your Mother's death," Hermione whimpered. She screams as the torture curse hits her again.
"You will learn to obey me, girl," Serena said harshly. "You are the most powerful of the three, you, Potter," She roles her eyes,. "And that Weasel boy."
"Ron Weasly?"
She writhes again, screaming.
"Don't correct me."
Hermione collapses in tears.
"You were the one chosen to be hunted and captured," Serena said. "My Mother's toy. Now, you belong to me. You are mne to discipline, train, use for breeding."
The last part made Hermione's eyes bug. "Breeding?" She gasped.
"Problem?" Serena gave her a look that made Hermiona shrink bacck.
"No, ma'am," SHe feared getting the torture ncurse again. Serena caste it anyway, screaming Hermione twisted in pain. She remembered what Bellatrix had done to her.
"You must learn obedience, fear, respect." Serena said. "No longer are you free, my pet. You are mine."
Hermione nodded her head. Would her friends be able to rescue her? Getting into Ethreal was a difficult task. One had to be of pure blood, well, Harry and Ron were that.
Gasping, Hermione crawled to the bars of the seemingnly shrinking cell. "Please. Stop. Ma'am. I'll do what you wnat."
Bending to her, Sarena caressed Hermione's hair. "Of course." She sighed. "Ehreal is ending, as all magc must end. Even the hidden places of your magic folk will soon end, the magics that hiie them fade. We must comeout to the mortal world, or be fully exposed."
"we can't, persecution," Hermione gasped.
Serena rolled her eyes. "Such will always be, among their own kind. Among our own kind."
The doors opened. Rising, Serena snappedn her fingers. Hermione stood. Her new master then branded Hermione's Right thigh with her wand. Such would enable complete and permanent power over her.
As Serena snapped her fingers, Hermione followed her new owner.
This is one of the STRANGEST pairings I've seen in a while.......
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I like it.
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I like it.
Sexiest pairing ever....*sniffle sniffle* :'D
Woah! odd pairing!
The best pairing <3