"Before this Mudblood departs for her training, as your responsible Lord and protecter, I will need to strip her of her misappropriated magic and bestow the markings of her new place. Rest assured she will never be a threat to my goals of keeping the Wizarding World Great". As if on cue Snape reappeared into the prisoner’s eye-line carrying a smoking cauldron. With careless abandon Voldermort poured a liberal amount of recently procured blood into the treacly black cauldron contents, the mixture no longer smoking but still bubbling dangerously. Hermione watched as her precious wand was snapped in front of her, unable to cry out due to the strictures of her gag her eyes watered as she watched her best hope of vengeance melt into the black liquid.