UNJUST PEACE

Hello, hello everybody!

Serpie is back from vacation and she has so much inspiration!

I know, I know I haven't updated Colors Of Life yet, but I promised I won't abandon it. It's just this plot bunny seems to be stuck in my stupid head, so I have to write it down.

To those who read Colors- I will reply to your reviews a little bit later when the inspiration for Colors returns.

Anyway, this story is AU starting from the scene in the Forbidden Forest.

Please pay attention that the story is rated M, as I never write anything without sex or violence.

This story is a present for Nerys, my partner-in-crime and a good friend! Enjoy it, darling!

Disclaimer- everything belongs to JKR, Serpie says sobbing while looking at her bank account.

And here we go!

UNJUST PEACE.

An unjust peace is better than a just war.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

Chapter One.

"Get up, Mudblood!" disgustingly sweet mocking voice stormed into the dreamland and whipped the happy dreams like an angry, unstoppable tornado.

With a heavy sigh, Hermione opened her bloodshot eyes and tried to get up from the small, dirty bed made of a small blanket that seemed to be at least two hundred years old and judging from the disgusting smell of rotten cloth, it had never seen a washing machine or never known the careful and hard-working hands of a house elf. The pillow consisted of two old socks with holes and an old towel that looked as if it had been used to clean toilets. However, it was the only source of heat in the cold cell that became her home over a year ago.

Wincing, Hermione got up from her 'luxurious' bed and tried to stand up. She could feel all her bones and muscles aching, begging for a break. The cold floor that was made of huge rocks and stones felt as bad as always, making the chills run through her body.

Slowly moving on the rocky surface so that her bare feet would not get damaged again, Hermione Granger went over to the loo that consisted of a bucket that resembled a small can.

The disgusting smell that came form the bucket was ever existent but it still made Hermione want to vomit every time she was near it. Still, even after a year she had spent in this awful prison, Hermione could not get used to it.

Walking past another small bed that was now empty, Hermione tried to not to think of the girl who used to be her cell-mate before she was taken away yesterday. She could still remember the panic she saw in those blue eyes of Amanda when some unknown Death Eaters were dragging her away. God only knew how many prisoners were kept in the building, but judging from the number of floors and cells, it was more than enough.

Splashing her face with some dirty water from another small can where several bugs and ants swam, Hermione heard another yell from behind the metallic door that separated her from the outer world.

"I said get up, you stupid muggle bastard! I am not going to wait any longer, you filth!"

Oh Gosh, how she hated that voice! The voice that belonged to the most psychotic bitch she had ever met- Bellatrix Lestrange.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione got closer to the door and knocked.

Since Bellatrix decided that walking into the dirty cell where a dirty mudblood 'lived' was not something a pureblood madam should do, it was always Hermione that had to knock to let Bellatrix know she was ready.

Hermione didn't really want to annoy the crazy witch since the last Cruciatus she received from her wand was more than unpleasant and the cuts and bruises she received from Dolohov were still visible on her ghostly white skin.

An angry and disgusted face of Bellatrix when she looked at Hermione was the usual greeting Hermione got every morning.

"Crucio," Bellatrix screamed with a mad glint in her eyes and a sadistic smile on her face.

Again. Even though Hermione was already used to the favorite curse of all the Death Eaters, it still hurt like hell.

Trashing like a madman in agony, scratching the cold stone floor with the remains of her nails and wailing like a crazy animal, Hermione tried her best not to lose conscious, as for she knew exactly what would happen if she did.

After a few minutes the curse was lifted and Hermione tried to breath without coughing blood.

"Get up and move! You have a whole floor to clean today, you filth," Bellatrix said while kicking Hermione with an expensive pointed shoe.

'I have to get up, I must. I must survive. I must,' Hermione repeated like a pray while getting up with a lot of effort.

A whole floor with many cells awaited her today.

XXX

Kicking a young female, a dead female to be accurate, from his bed, he got up and walked towards the huge windows.

Wincing at the bright light that illuminated the room, he looked outside with a bored expression on his face.

Everything remained the same, everything went well in his world- the Ministry of Magic was under his complete control, his Death Eaters were controlling the population, Dumbledore was dead long ago, Hogwarts was now under his control and finally- Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived, lived no more. His rotten corpse lay perfectly still in one of the trophy rooms and when the mood was right, he would go and kick the body of his former enemy all the while laughing.

If to be honest, and he was always honest with himself, he was going nuts.

He had to admit that he was a bit unstable, but he was the only one who could say it out loud, and to himself only. The last person who tried to vocalize the concerns for the mental state of his mind received an hour long portion of Crucio and then was given to the werewolves.

He had to do something.

Walking to his mahogany desk, he kicked the corpse of his latest toy and seated himself with a heavy sigh.

The only question on his mind was what to do?

Stroking his pet's scaly head, he began counting his options.

Torture somebody? No, he thought shaking his head. It was boring.

Kill somebody? No again. It was also boring.

Find a new fuck toy? No, thank you very much. They were all incapable idiots who knew nothing about pleasuring a man. Maybe tomorrow.

Invade another country? Hmm…possible, but which one? The whole Europe already belonged to him and he had absolutely no desire to go to Australia or the States, as it was too hot for his liking. Plus, his Death Eaters had already gotten into the head positions in the American and Australian Ministry of Magic.

Brew a potion? Snorting, he ran his fingers through his silky hair and smiled smugly. What potion did he need? He already got the one he wanted and for all others he had an army of Potion Masters. No, it was out of the question.

Should he read a book? He could, but he had already read the most interesting and important books.

Salazars' beard! What was he to do? He didn't really want to go and gloat over Potter's dead body for he had done it two hours ago anyway.

He had nothing to do.

Lord Voldemort was bored out of his mind.

XXX

Two more cells to go and then her work for today would be done, Hermione thought while scrubbing the dirt on the floor.

She had been a house elf for more than a year now. A whole year passed since Harry was killed and the Final Battle was lost. That maniac, Voldemort, won and the whole world turned upside down. There was no life for Muggleborns or Muggles, who were either slaughtered or enslaved. The pureblood society ruled and the others had to obey. Or die.

After Harry had been killed in the Forbidden Forest, the dark army took over with little effort.

She and Ron were captured and enslaved, working as house elves in the Azkaban Prison which was now the residence of Voldemort.

The sick bastard had complete control over the Magical and Muggle world and it really seemed that there was no way to stop the destruction. After the death of Harry and Dumbledore the magical population gave in and stopped all kinds of rebellion acts, preferring to stay alive and to live in an unjust peace.

Trying not to cry, Hermione remembered once again that she was now alone. Harry died in the Final Battle and Ron followed shortly.

It was her fault, Hermione thought while scrubbing the dirt away with more force than before.

If only she had complied, Rom would have been alive.

It was all her fault.

Flashback

"Lick me now, you filthy animal!" Bellatrix demanded while pushing her bare pussy towards Hermione's face.

After a week of their enslavement Hermione finally understood how crazy some people could be. Bellatrix used prisoners to satisfy her sexual needs, making slaves lick her, kiss her, or fuck her.

Now, Bellatrix decided that it was Hermione's turn, so after a round of Cruciatus, Hermione was on her knees with Bella's pussy before her eyes and lips.

"Lick me good, you bitch. Eat my pussy," Bellatrix moaned and lay down all the while keeping eye to eye contact with her husband who had his wand pointed at Hermione and his other hand stroking his cock.

Preparing herself for what was about to happen, Hermione leaned closer to the smelly lips, fighting with disgust and bit as hard as she could.

Wailing, Bellatrix tried to get over the shock and stop the blood flowing from her torn nether lips when Hermione managed to hit her with a fist, adding a bleeding nose to the collection.

That was the last thing she remembered before everything turned black.

A couple of hours later, she found out that Ron was killed.

End Flashback

XXX

"Suck harder, Bella," Voldemort hissed unhappily.

It seemed that nothing could satisfy him anymore and it was boring, Voldemort thought while yanking Bellatrix's hair and impaling her on his erect cock. Nothing made him happy and it was slowly driving him nuts.

He had to find a new source of entertainment and while fucking the hell out of Bella, he saw something in her memory that made his eyes sparkle with anticipation.

How could have he forgotten about her?

Turning Bella around so that he had access to her anus, Voldemort impaled her once more, causing her to scream in pain.

Who cares, he thought all the while pushing into the not-so-willing-body-anymore.

Having finished, Lord Voldemort walked over to the mirror and smiling like the crazy person he really was, Voldemort winked at his reflection and went to the bathroom to get ready.

He had a new toy to play with.

A/N Yeah…nice life Hermione has, doesn't she…LMAO