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King Margo the Destroyer
- Joined
- Jun 3, 2020
Hermione found herself trapped in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from... And the only solice she had left was know, at the very least, her parents were both safe even if they'd never remember her again. She didn't know how they landed themselves here, but it had become a dark world where Voldemort in all his torment had emerged victorious, and Muggle-borns like her were nothing but commodities to be traded and sold to pureblood families as rewards for their loyalty to the Dark Lord. She could remember fleeting moments in the final battle before Harry fell... And then everything grew still a moment. She'd screamed and yet her ears rang and despite even Hagrid reaching to stop her, Hermione had hurried to Harry's side in unconsolable sobs. Ron was left stunned... stuck between the numbness as he saw the last breath exhaled from his best mate and wanting to comfort the woman he loved.
In the end, he stood there. Petrified in his stare and unable to work out how he'd lost everything in a single night. And Hermione, found herself tied up. She fought and screamed and it wasn't until that moment Ron snapped out of it, trying desperately... Even clawing his way to her. But even Hagrid couldn't stop it. He could only pick up Ron, hoping to at least save him if he couldn't save anyone else.
The Malfoys, one of the most influential pureblood families while they'd played a prominant role had also nearly turned the tide of the final battle in favor of Harry. They suffered a great deal for the indiscression, but they were far too valuable alive. They were one of the few truly pure lines left and if he was to hold unchallenged power he needed to keep Lucius under his heel. Instead, he offered them a gift "befitting" them... And in the same moment Hermione founder herself stripped of her freedom and dignity. She was forced to serve those who saw her as inferior, a mere pawn in their cruel game...
A filthy mudblood.
Draco Malfoy, the only son of the Malfoy family, seemed indifferent to to her plight at first. Or at least that was how she saw it-- His avoiding stares, his stiffened stance. Any hope she could've had (even if it was a speck in the universe) that he had any kindness in his heart vanished as she turned even colder than she had before. Now? Her gaze was pure hatred.
Her first few weeks were brutal as the Malfoy's specifically targeted her amongst the attendants. In some ways, she welcomed it... Hell, once she literally did as she managed to blame herself for a broken trinket that a house elf had unintentionally broke. Today, she was assigned a particularly demeaning task as she Draco... Or at least the was what Lucius had laughed about over breakfast before sending her to retrieve Draco. She knocked at his door as she waited anxiously in the hallway qs the worst case scenerios played in her head in rapidfire as she began to have a panic attack.
In the end, he stood there. Petrified in his stare and unable to work out how he'd lost everything in a single night. And Hermione, found herself tied up. She fought and screamed and it wasn't until that moment Ron snapped out of it, trying desperately... Even clawing his way to her. But even Hagrid couldn't stop it. He could only pick up Ron, hoping to at least save him if he couldn't save anyone else.
The Malfoys, one of the most influential pureblood families while they'd played a prominant role had also nearly turned the tide of the final battle in favor of Harry. They suffered a great deal for the indiscression, but they were far too valuable alive. They were one of the few truly pure lines left and if he was to hold unchallenged power he needed to keep Lucius under his heel. Instead, he offered them a gift "befitting" them... And in the same moment Hermione founder herself stripped of her freedom and dignity. She was forced to serve those who saw her as inferior, a mere pawn in their cruel game...
A filthy mudblood.
Draco Malfoy, the only son of the Malfoy family, seemed indifferent to to her plight at first. Or at least that was how she saw it-- His avoiding stares, his stiffened stance. Any hope she could've had (even if it was a speck in the universe) that he had any kindness in his heart vanished as she turned even colder than she had before. Now? Her gaze was pure hatred.
Her first few weeks were brutal as the Malfoy's specifically targeted her amongst the attendants. In some ways, she welcomed it... Hell, once she literally did as she managed to blame herself for a broken trinket that a house elf had unintentionally broke. Today, she was assigned a particularly demeaning task as she Draco... Or at least the was what Lucius had laughed about over breakfast before sending her to retrieve Draco. She knocked at his door as she waited anxiously in the hallway qs the worst case scenerios played in her head in rapidfire as she began to have a panic attack.