Breaking Hermione - Snow Diamond (2024)

tw: murder, psychological horror

Hermione

"Let me guess." Tom Riddle said, approaching the large stone basin and turning back to face me, "You're going to beg me not to kill you. Or perhaps you have devised some sort of elaborate scheme against me where you overcome my powers in a show of valiant heroism and escape a magically fortified room in the Department of Mysteries by some form of miracle. If so, I suggest you do it now. I don't have time to waste, and we are already working against the clock."

In his hand he held out my beaded bag, and my blood ran cold. How did he take it without me knowing?

"You won't have your wand, or the Time Turner." He threw my beaded bag over to Sebastian who caught it with the swift grace of a Quidditch seeker. "It will be just you and your mediocre intelligence that you insist to weld like a weapon against me. Try and attack me now." He stretched out his arms, those dark eyes boring into mine as he taunted me for my lack of power. "Why don't you try to kill me? After all, isn't that what you would have a Time Turner for? You being here in my time has proven to me that my glory is so great that those in the future have been crushed under the very weight of it."

The stone walls echoed with the violence of his voice and those fathomless eyes were darker than the shadows around us. He approached, walking toward me slowly, cautiously, considering me as a hunter would deliberate on prey they were about to kill.

"If you are the only one they hand selected for the task of defeating me," Said Tom, "The Ministry in your time must be completely f*cked."

"You can't kill me." I said, bravely ignoring him and attempting a logical approach, "You need to use me. I know you. You might hurt me but you're not finished using me yet."

"You have so much to say," Said Tom, "For someone who hasn't the heart to fathom the Dark Arts. How could you speak on something which you claim to hate? How could you truly understand what I am doing? By the time I am finished here, you will understand me in every way someone could know someone else. It's not enough just to break you, Hermione. I won't stop until I have stained you with great forms of Dark Magic, and defiled the light within you on the floors of the establishment that constructed you. Only then may you return to your future once you are defiled beyond your identity as puppet to the future Ministry who so clearly dares to oppose me. Once you are broken in and crawling back on your hands and knees in permanent psychological reverie on the greatness of the Dark Lord, you will become as I need you to be. A testament to the reach of my powers." He approached me, standing close and gripping the front of my robes. I became frozen, as if stunned.
"Don't you see?" He said softly. "I am not like the fools of your time. I do not belong to a magic so limited it is trapped within the workings of time itself. I have found ways to break time, and not only that, to bend it eternally to my will alone."

I closed my eyes, his words crashing down around me. No...

"You were wrong. I'm not the Ministry's puppet." I said forcefully. "It wasn't the Ministry who sent me."

"Liar." Tom snarled, and his wand slashed through the air silencing me. He strode across the room, black robes flowing in his wake. "The Ministry may have fallen in the future but the Magic within its foundations is powerful and will not be erased easily. There will always be those that dare to fight against the rightful order of things... Nothing that my powers could not overcome... Until then, I will simply have to do with building my powers to new heights. Did you really think I have not seen the future? Did you fools think that I, brilliant and already having achieved so much, would have been denied a Time Turner? I had been granted one, courtesy of the Ministry, before anyone so much as knew you were born. I know I have little time, therefore before any of you had any idea of how to assemble yourselves against me I was already making amends to my past. Strengthening. Developing. I will not be destroyed, and I will not be made a fool of. As I cannot enter your time with my current awareness and powers without tearing the fabric of time itself, I will merely demonstrate to those of your time what I will do to those who oppose me. They will come to know a new me." He said. "I am currently working against time, to alter the future as you work tirelessly to no avail to alter the past. Who will win? Lord Voldemort, descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin or Hermione Granger, the Ministry of Magic's little bitch?" In the shadows in the room Sebastian laughed.

Breaking Hermione - Snow Diamond (2024)

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