Chapter 9 – Battle Scars

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During the lil sexy scene below I listened to Snow Patrols 'New York for the ending of their activities, and a mix of Deftones 'Passenger' and 'Change' Just fyi. Haha.

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Previously:

Her back suddenly connected with the wall as he shoved her roughly against it, his hands pulling her hair roughly as she ran her own hands along his sides.

He suddenly moved them backwards never breaking contact with her lips, towards the couch, the back of her legs hitting it and she toppled backwards with him on top of her, his painted face smearing all over her and she could care less, she needed him and that was all she knew.

Joker growled from the back of his throat, nipping and biting at her neck and collarbone before unsheathing his knife….

Hermione watched as he trailed the knife over her shirt and she felt her breathing hitch momentarily before he cut through the material, ripping the fabric from her body, making short work of her bra and she lay topless before him.

The urge to cover herself washed over her but he gripped her arms over her head, tightly, biting at her neck before running his knife lower, the feel of the cold blade against her bare skin made her squirm and she moaned against him as he ripped through her jeans, releasing his tight grip on her arms to touch her bare breasts, enjoying the feel of her arching into him.

Her wild hair strewn across the couch and he growled as he nipped down her neck and bit hard into the flesh , moving lower, tongue flicking out to tease her nipples.

She groaned and writhed beneath him as he kept teasing her, her hands wound in his hair, pulling and scraping at his scalp.

He groaned, enjoying the feel of her hands running through his hair. With a low growl he picked her up by her ass, throwing her legs around his waist, nearly stumbling as he carried her to the bedroom, lips fighting with hers as he threw the door open before practically throwing her onto the bed.

Her hands fought against his vest, a loud rip echoing as she managed to send the buttons flying, forgetting in the moment that she was a witch and could just use a spell to remove the clothing.

As her hand ran up his shirt, he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips, seeing her eyes as she attempted to rip his shirt with little success. "Allow me." He grinned, undoing the buttons much too slowly for Hermione's liking.

The shirt fell off and suddenly the Joker felt exposed….too exposed…scarring crisscrossed his body, odd shapes here and there over his chest and back from various fights he'd been in since his youth.

Hermione sensed his hesitancy and could see the cold mask of the Joker fighting to take over and she quickly doused the fire echoing in his beautiful eyes, kissing him fully with everything she had before making her way down his chest.

His breathing hitched, no one had ever willingly done that….sure he'd had a prostitute here and there but even they had stared at him in disgust or pity once his scars were revealed and yet here she was, this beautiful ….creature….on him, her eyes reflecting curiosity and desire…not pity or fear…..

Without another thought he pulled her up and for a moment she tensed in fear that he was throwing her off of him only to have that thought squashed as he moved her on her back, biting into her shoulder, causing a loud moan to erupt from her as he continued down her body.

Scars marred her otherwise perfect skin, little ones here and there, signs of the battle she'd fought for many years and his cold lips made contact with each one, earning shivers going down her spine as she watched him moved further down her stomach.

Moaning softly as he licked down her leg, she glanced down and suddenly felt extremely vulnerable as she realized just how close he was, no one had ever seen much less touched her …. There.

He could feel her beginning to tense and glanced up at her, "Relax." His voice came out husky, laced with complete desire, darkened eyes boring into hers and before she could utter a response or even attempt to move her legs tightly together, his hands grasped her ass and that mouth was on her.

A shocked gasp escaped her lips, stunned at what he was doing before her gasp turned to moans. His tongue hitting places she never knew existed on her body and her moans turned louder, fingers turning white as she grasped the bed sheets roughly, digging into them.

"J….Jack." The whisper of his name on her lips made him harder than ever and he groaned, eyes flashing as he moved back up her body, pants falling to the ground as he grasped her waist, his hardened length pressing against her through the fabric of his pants and her hands descended, fumbling with his belt.

He grinned as he crushed her lips with his, his own hands joining hers to pull his pants and boxers off as she kissed him back with fervor, her hands running through his hair before touching his face, smearing the rest of his makeup off.

He stared at her, in complete wonder and slight curiosity at how she was still there, ready and willing, wanting him, she actually wanted him. A shudder ran through him as she touched his scarred cheek, no revulsion reflecting in her beautiful brown eyes and he found himself entranced by her, he needed her. With a slight growl, he bit her lip, drawing blood, enjoying her sharp groan of surprise.

His body ground into her, showing his desire, and she responded in kind, moving her hips upwards. She watched him intently, his eyes glazed over in lust as he stared back at her, a silent question. A tiny nod of her head was all he needed and she screamed out at the pain as he thrusted in one quick movement.

Tears spilt over her face and he suddenly realized …she had just given herself to him…..her innocence…..he'd never been with a virgin….she could feel him pulling back but clamped her legs around his waist, "I want this."

He felt her tight walls clamping around him as she got used to him and he groaned again, she would be the death of him. He growled deeply and gripped her hair, "You want this…." He licked his lips, "You got it dollface."

Before she could say anything else, he pulled out halfway before slamming into her, a loud scream of pleasure erupting from her lips as he moved in and out of her, her hands grasped his back, digging into him.

"Say my name."

His voice came out in a rough command as he continued slamming into her, the feel of her around him just mind blowing and he felt he wouldn't last much longer.

"Jack." His name poured off her lips like honey as she scratched up and down his back, "Jack….."

"What do you want?" He groaned out, grasping her hair roughly.

"You….I want you…" She cried out.

He teased her entrance, "Say you are mine." He licked his lips, watching her as she looked straight at him.

"I'm yours." A half whisper, half choked response came out.

It was all the command he needed from her as he thrusted his hips into her slickness, her walls clenching around him in response, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the room as the bed shook beneath them and he bit into her neck, leaving a mark, his mark.

He grasped her breasts roughly, biting at her nipples, causing her to writhe wildly under him as he sucked on the already tender flesh, his other hand quickly working her clit into a frenzy as she met his thrusts with equal abandon.

"JACKKKKKKK." His name came out in a half scream this time as she moved with him and he groaned, moving faster as he felt himself near.

Her name fell from his own lips without even realizing as he yelled out, "FUCKKKKKKKKKKK."

And together they screamed out, surrendering to one another together, falling against each other in complete satisfaction.

Both reeling in what had just occurred.

She had always thought her first time would be with one of the guys at her school, definitely not someone older, and certainly not with someone known for being a cold blooded killer on top of everything else. Looking at him, he laid peacefully, eyes shut, just in the moment with her, and she saw him. Finally, she saw him, the man behind the mask, the one she knew still existed. And as she lay there, listening to his breathing, she felt content, she felt happy, and she had no regrets.

His hand slowly ran over her skin, relishing in the feel of her softness under his fingertips as she turned on her side to lay her head on his chest.

"Why?"

His voice broke the silence and she knew what he was asking and she grasped the hand trailing up and down her side, running her own fingers over his. "I wanted to."

He raised a brow at this and he chuckled darkly, "But why me dollface, I am not exactly …." His tongue ran over his lips, "A top pick."

"You are to me."

And this stunned him….here was this perfect woman, this creature who was the bi polar opposite of him and everything he stood for….and to her he was a "top pick"…he couldn't understand it….she stood for everything he opposed, this thing that was happening between them shouldn't have and yet he couldn't find it in his cold dark heart to do anything about, he didn't WANT to do anything about it.

He growled softly and nipped at her collarbone where a bruise was already forming, "You are something else….Hermione Granger."

"So are you …. Jack…."

And with that they both fell into a heavy sleep, too tired from the night's activities to do anything else but drift off in each other's arms.

For once in his dark and fucked up life, the Joker felt at home….he felt…at peace….if it were possible for him….she was his peace.

Malfoy Manor:

"Are you ready my servant?" The voice hissed at her and she turned, a cruel smile etched over her face as she touched her mark on her hand.

"I am always ready for you my lord." She bowed at him and he smirked, "Good, apparate now and do not come back here without my bride."

Again she bowed before disappearing in a dark cloud of smoke. A sadistic smile played on the Dark Lords face as he sat back, knowing his newest servant would be delivering his mudblood right into his waiting hands.

It was time to show Potter just how much he could bend, break, and shatter his friend, until she was his to command. He would tear the boys heart out with the plans he had in store for the frizzy haired know it all and it would bring the boy to his knees and his final breath.

What the Dark Lord did not count on however….was the man she had begun to fall in love with.

A loud knocking at the door jolted Hermione out of her peaceful sleep and she groaned, looking over and seeing the time, it was already 4am in the morning. She turned to see him, to see the Joker sleeping peacefully, his arm draped over her stomach.

She smiled at him and slowly moved his arm to the side, not wishing to waken him as she slid off of the bed.

Quickly she accioed her clothes and slid them on, walking towards the living area and opening the door just as she finished sliding her shirt back on. To her immense surprise, Professor Trelawney stood on the other side, hand poised to knock again.

"Miss Granger…."

"Professor….." Hermione blinked, confused, "Is something wrong?"

The older witch stared back, unblinking, "Not at all my dear." Her voice was emotionless and before Hermione could respond, the divination's professor lunged at her.

Crying out, she attempted to dodge her only to be knocked to the floor with a loud thud "Cooperate Miss Granger." The woman hissed as she pulled out her wand.

"What the hell are you….." Suddenly she was bound helplessly and levitated, dangling in the air beside the crazy hag who cackled madly as she began walking out of the room, Hermione floating helplessly behind her.

Joker shot straight up out of his otherwise peaceful sleep, hearing a loud thud and screaming in the other room. He blinked, finally coming to reality and realized that Hermione was no longer in the bed with him.

Hearing the screams suddenly end, he tore the sheets off himself and threw his pants on, not bothering with a shirt as he ran out of the room and saw the door leading into the corridors open.

Pulling out his trusty knife he raced out into the corridor just in time to see his witch floating, her arms bound to her sides, in midair as a woman ran in front of her towards the castle doors leading outside.

"HERMIONE! " Harry awoke with a feeling of dread, his face soaked in sweat as he sat upright, jerking his sheets off. A dream it may have been but something wasn't right that he was sure of.

"What's wrong?!" Ron yelled as he got up as well, startled out of his sleep by his best friends outburst.

He put his glasses on and threw on his jeans, "Not sure, but I saw him, Voldemort, he was taunting me, and I saw him mouthing her name. We have to get her, and we have to get to Dumbledore."

Within seconds, he and Ron flew down the staircase, fear gripping them as they neared her head girl room, only to see to their utmost surprise, the Joker….whatever the blokes name was, running out and down the hall, knife in hand.

"Oi, it's that Joker fellow that 'Mione brought with her!" Ron said, glaring at the backside of the man.

Harry took off on a tear, "HEYYYY!"

The Joker made no move to stop or turn back, just kept running and the boys followed behind, running through the doors of the school and onto Hogwarts grounds.

"Why is he heading towards the forbidden forest?!" Ron asked, confused as they too followed into the forest.

The sky darkened even more and the wind picked up and Harry shuddered, "Something happened…."

A loud shriek echoed through the forest and their blood ran cold, "Hermione!"

The Joker was livid, he really couldn't recall a time he'd been more pissed. To wake up to the sound of struggling was quite unusual for him as he was usually the one kidnapping and or killing. It was quite a surreal moment and one that filled him with….for the first time in his life, dread…..

He was in their world now and they were capable of magic and he unfortunately was not. But he didn't bring his bag of tricks for nothing. And if there was one thing he hated the most, it was when someone messed with him or the things he possessed, and she was his, no exceptions.

The strange woman suddenly stopped and turned in his direction, Hermione floating behind her helplessly, struggling against invisible ropes. "Malfoy Manor." The only words he heard her say as she touched her wrist, both disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Where did they go?!" Joker turned to see Hermione's two bumbling friends running down the hill towards him.

"What the bloody he …" The one with glasses was cut off as the air suddenly went cold….ice cold and he felt ….empty, a complete emptiness as he slowly turned to see a creature with no face staring back at him.

Joker attempted to move forward only to feel a heavy sense of dread, hopelessness. He looked up, seeing a creature, cloaked in a billowing black form, seemingly calling to him. The air thickened and he found it hard to breathe.

Its long bony fingers reached out and a faint voice yelled out as he fell to his knees, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Bright light blinded him and he watched as the thing dissolved, letting out a hiss as it disappeared, other professors including the old man rushing towards them, the boy with glasses…..Henry…..Harris…..Harry…..sucking in air as he lowered his wand, the red head standing silently next to him as the headmaster spoke, "What happened?!"

As the Joker slowly came to his senses, the potter boy spoke up, "Hermione, she was kidnapped. It was Professor Trelawney."

The headmaster sighed and turned to the deputy headmistress and head of Gryffindor, "Minerva, secure the castle, awaken Professor Flitwick so he can help you."

The older woman standing next to him nodded, her eyes watery, turning and running towards the castles entrance.

"I don't understand professor, why would she do that?" Ron asked, blinking back tears.

Albus sighed, "I believe she has been imperioed this whole time, somehow Voldemort got to her. I don't believe she was acting of her own free will."

Harry's hand tightened on his wand, "We have to get her, we can't just stand here and do nothing…."

"You cannot just march into Malfoy manor without getting yourselves killed. Voldemort would be expecting that, hoping for that." The headmaster shook his head, "Now I must ask, how did this happen? Where you boys with her? …. Joker?"

All eyes turned to the Joker who stood off to the side, listening to the idiots conversing as though he were not there the entire time, "You were the last one with her mate…." Ron looked at him accusingly, "We saw you running out of her bedroom….what were you doing in there?"

Joker growled, not willing to explain himself to anyone lest of all the imbecile standing before him, "Wouldn't you like to know." He licked his lips, enjoying provoking him, seeing the burning look on the gingers face.

Harry cut in, "What he means to say is, what happened with Hermione?"

All eyes once more fell on him and he sighed, "She was …." He clicked his tongue, "kidnapped …obviously…..while I slept, I only awoke because of her screams."

"But why were you sleep….."

Albus abruptly cut Ron off before he could speak without thinking anymore, "What brought you boys out of bed?" effectively, turning the conversation back to the two boys.

Harry slapped his forehead, "The whole reason we were running down here was because I had a dream, nightmare rather, that Voldemort was in his manor and he was taunting me, mouthing her name and smiling that sickening smile of his."

The headmaster sighed, "I will contact the order immediately but for now you are to all stay in the castle, I am implore you do not do anything rash," His blue eyes fell on the three of them, lingering on the Joker, "We do not know what we are up against but if the prophecy speaks any sort of truth than we are to believe that Miss Granger is safe for now." And with that he turned in a swirl of colorful robes and headed back towards the castle as quickly as he could.

Well that was the most useless conversation the Joker had yet to be a part of and he damn sure wouldn't be told by anyone what to do. He would do this on his own, he was after all, a man without a plan, he would just go with the flow and he would bring her back.

With that, before tweedle dee and tweedle dum could say anything more, he walked back to the castle, heading towards his own room, slamming the door behind him, readying himself for the long night ahead.

Joker licked his lips, the fresh red face paint smearing and he grinned devilishly at his reflection before moving out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He went through his bag one more time, checking to make sure he had everything he needed, he heard a loud knock on the door and groaned. Now was not the time to disturb him, he attempted to reign in his temper for the moment and walked to the door, flinging it open to reveal the ginger head and glasses.

"Yes?"

Both boys looked at each other before the so called chosen one spoke up, "You are going after him aren't you?"

He groaned and rolled his eyes before turning back to his bag, attempting to slam the door on them with his foot as he went to the bed, rechecking for the hundredth time that he was prepared.

"You can't face him alone. You have no idea what kind of power you are going up against. We can hel…."

Joker whirled around, clicking his knife open and closed in irritation as he moved closer to the two who'd so rudely let themselves into his room, "Power? See…" He licked his lips, the paint smearing even more, "This is the problem with …. Men like him, they think too much of themselves. That right there…" He smirked, "Is exactly why I will kill him."

Ron made to retort when Harry shook his head, a realization washing over him as he glimpsed the explosives and muggle weaponry laying inside the Jokers bag, "That is actually…genius, that could bloody well work…."

"How?" Ron looked from his best friend to the clown faced man.

"Think about it….Voldemort is a pureblood supremacist, he wouldn't think twice about a muggle coming to attack him, especially one who's armed…."

Ron slowly caught on, "Bloody hell mate….I didn't think of it like that…."

Joker raised a brow as he slung the bag over his shoulder, "Nice to see you two having a moment, I must be …off now." He grinned and walked out, without so much as a glance back.

The boys took off behind him, Harry catching up, "Take us with you!"

Joker groaned, "I am working alone on this one."

"You need us!" Ron quipped, "We have the magic to get you in."

These two were just not going to shut up unless he either said yes or just put a bullet in them…..knowing Hermione would probably not talk to him again were he to do the latter, he spoke, "And just how do you propose to help me get in?"

Both walked swiftly to keep up with his long strides as they all exited the castle. "I know how to get us in without being recognized for a short while." Harry said, eyeing a certain blonde haired ferret walking their way with his two goonies. It couldn't get any more convenient for them.

"Scarhead….Scarface…..and Ginger, how's it feel to be without the mudblood for a change? Already replaced her?" Draco laughed nodding at the scar faced man standing next to them.

He had had enough, he was getting real tired of being "nice" and with a growl, he lunged before the blonde could do anything, knife out and against his pale throat as he knocked the wand out of his hand and gripped his short hair tightly. "Say….one…more…THING." He hissed.

The blonde quivered, shaking visibly, "Please don't…." He choked against the knife.

He could hear the duo behind him fighting against the two fat boys and he sneered, "If it wasn't for her boy…." Licking his lips, "You'd be dead right now, a nice smile carved into your face, just like mine." He gestured to his own scars, watching in delight as the arrogant bastard looked at them in fear, "Want to know how I got them?"

"Joker…"

He turned to see the two goons knocked out on the floor and he turned back to the blonde, "Maybe another time blondie." And before Draco could utter a word, his hair was released and a fist sped at an alarming rate towards him, a sickening crack filling the hall as he fell to the ground, out cold.

"Bloody hell, that was amazing." Ron smirked as he came over to help Joker lug the boy into a nearby broom closet.

"Get samples of their hair Ron!"

The red head did as he was told and Joker stepped back, watching in amusement as he pulled out a chunk of the blonde's hair, no doubt he would miss that when he woke up.

Harry pulled out a vial in his pocket, "Thank god I decided to keep this just in case from our lessons with Snape." He pushed his glasses over the bridge of his nose and uncorked the vial. "It's just enough for us three."

Joker walked towards him, brow raised, "And how does that…." He punctuated his point with a click of his tongue, pointing at the vial as Ron stood next to the raven haired boy.

"This is polyjuice." He said as Ron charmed the cloak room door to remain locked from the outside, he figured someone would here his yelling sooner or later.

"And?" Joker looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Harry uncorked the lid and pulled out two empty vials from his robe pocket, pouring some of the contents into each of them before dropping the hairs in, "This is the key to getting into Malfoy manor without any trouble, we simply become the ferret and his goons."

Joker felt rather uncomfortable at the idea of morphing into a teenage boy but realized it was the only way apparently to get them in unnoticed. Normally he liked disguises but this just topped the cake.

"Which one is blondies…."

He held the vial containing the blonde hair and Joker swiped it out of his hand before he could so much as protest, downing the nasty tasting liquid. "Well?"

Both boys open and closed their mouths in shock and quickly down their own vials as the Joker groaned. He felt like he was shrinking and his stomach hurt.

With a pained hiss, he attempted to step forward and nearly fell as he realized he was much shorter now. Holding his hand out, he stared at it, smooth pale skin, paler than his own. He ran a hand through his hair, now short and blonde, then over his face which instead of the feel of the rough bumps and marred skin, was now smooth, a feeling he hadn't felt since he was a teenager.

He shut his eyes momentarily, lost in the feeling of his unblemished face before coming back to reality. He turned to the two boys, Goyle and Crabbe standing before him instead.

"Ready?" He raised a brow.

They both nodded and Harry raised his wand, transfiguring the Jokers bag of weapons into a modest school bag, as the now blonde haired man gestured ahead of himself, "Lead the way porky."

"Goyle" glared at him, putting his glasses in his robes as he moved ahead of him with "Crabbe".

Malfoy Manor

"Draco, where the hell have you been boy!" Lucius seethed at his son, all but dragging him into the house, "Crabbe" and "Goyle" following behind silently as the elder Malfoy continued berating the blonde for taking so long to arrive and informing him that the mudblood had been captured.

Lucius all but threw Draco into the dining room where Bellatrix sat, fidgeting, next to her sister, Narcissa who sipped on her tea silently.

"Draco" turned to his father and smirked, "So what is Vold…" Everyone looked at him sharply, "our ….dark lordsplan?"

Crabbe and Goyle took a seat opposite the sisters, both itching to just grab their wands and to hell with the plan but knowing it would be a mistake, settled for gripping the edge of their seats, knuckles turning white.

"He intends to make the filthy little mudblood his bride. He wants to bring the potter brat to his knees after he tortures her beyond repair, rendering her submissive to his every whim. He intends to perform an ancient spell, binding her to him tonight and we all must be there to assist him as he will be in a weak state once this is done."

"Spell?" It took everything within the Joker to not lunge at the arrogant son of bitch standing before him, to cut into his face and let him bleed out.

Lucius snapped his fingers, a house elf appearing with a cup of tea for his master before disappearing in a puff of smoke, "Yes it is an old one, a dark one obviously, not something you would find in your textbooks I assure you. It will literally bind her soul to him; she will become his in all ways. It not only binds the person but gives complete control over the one she is bound to."

Goyle spoke up gruffly, "What if…what if she somehow breaks it, that one is relentless in knowledge."

"That's the beauty of it." Lucius chuckled, bringing the tea to his lips, sipping on it. "Only the binder can free her, only our lord can set her free."

Silence consumed the large living area for the exception of Bella's cackling as she stood up, "If you ask me it's a brilliant idea, the mudblood will finally learn her place."

The Jokers mind reeled, these people were truly out of their minds….and people back home called him crazy…..these…wizards…witches…standing before him were the true definition of the word….

He licked his lips or rather….Draco's…..he chuckled inwardly, "So when do we meet with him then fatherrrrr." He drawled out the last bit.

"We will go to him when he summons us of course."

Crabbe stood up, "Well we have to make an appearance back at school, the headmaster is already on edge from discovering it was one of his own professors who took the girl."

Lucius chuckled, "Of course, get back to the school before he suspects anything. The dark lord will have us meeting at the graveyard outside his manor, take this port key. And do be on time as I will not cover for you should you fail to show up precisely when you are called upon, any of you." He glanced at Crabbe and Goyle before grabbing a dusty old book on the shelf nearest him and enchanted it before handing it to Draco, "Get moving boy."

"Fatherrrrr…mother…." He spoke, both nodded at him and he brushed past Bella, and out the door, the two boys following behind him as they exited the manor.

As soon as they stepped off of the property, he turned to them, feeling himself morphing back into well, himself, his bag changing back to his duffle bag.

"Can Reginald use a gun?"

"Ronald."

"Whateve…r" He popped the last syllable with his tongue, "So?"

Harry shook his head.

Joker groaned, opening up the duffel and threw two handguns at them that he had concealed in the top part of his bag, "No time like the present to learn boys."

Both stared in shock at the weapon in their hands and he grasped his own gun, aiming it at a nearby tree, "You simply cock the weapon," The gun clicked into place, "Aim," He aimed for a branch, "And fire." The loud gunfire echoed and the boys watched in shock as the branch fell to the ground.

"Easy."

And with that he continued walking, sliding the weapon into his belt in the back, allowing his shirt to cover it, not waiting for the two to catch up.

The boys practiced as they came up the hill leading back towards Hogwarts.

"Bloody hell this is wicked!" Ron spoke, looking at the muggle contraption in amazement.

Harry fired another round, "This is actually a brilliant idea Joker….we have to get to Dumbledore, I think I have an idea."

Joker laughed, "You always have to have a plan?"

"Without a plan we could get Hermione killed." Ron said.

"Sometimes you have to go out on a limb…" He licked his lips, "Not everything will go according to plan which is why you always come prepared."

"Is my mudblood bride ready?" His voice echoed throughout the room and Narcissa immediately backed away, allowing Voldemort a view of his bride to be, bound by invisible ropes, dressed in white wedding robes.

She glared and struggled to move, "Go to hell you monster!"

He only smirked at her, his hands caressing her soft skin, "Now is that anyway to talk to your husband?"

"Fuck you!" She spat, spitting in his face.

With a growl he swung his hand back, hitting her in the face, earning a satisfying scream from her as she fell to the ground.

He leaned down, picking her up, "It will all be okay after the wedding my beautiful mudblood, you will be the end of them all and my queen."

"You are insane! I will never help you!"

He laughed, "You won't have a choice." He moved to exit the room, "You will be submissive in every way to me once I've binded you to me for eternity."

Her eyes widened in fear and total disgust, "You sick bastard, I will never be yours and I will never go against my friends, my family!"

"As I said mudblood, you won't have a choice." And with that he left, smirking at the sounds of her yelling and cursing at him.

Bella passed him and he nodded at her, "Have your fun but do not break her …. Yet."

She grinned an insane grin and ran into the room where Hermione stood bound helplessly.

He could hear her screams reverberating off of the walls of the manor and smiled, Bella was most likely carving into her skin by now, the mudblood would know her place very soon.