A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters and places from any of the 'Potter books. Those belong to JK Rowling; I just borrow them from time to time. "London Bridge" is not mine either. Thank you to connieewing for her submitted nursery rhyme.
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Crumbling stones, and rotting wood. That's all that was left of his past life. Godrics' Hallow, the small wizarding town which once protected Lily and James Potter from Lord Voldemort now played host to the Dark Lords' many Death Eaters, who guarded the town as the Dark Lords' prison.
London Bridge is
falling down,
falling down, falling down.
Harry James Potter and Ronald Bilius Weasley sat under the only tree left on his parent's ransacked property, scalding tears running streaks down each boy's dirty face. Harry felt helpless and hopeless as the Death Eaters grabbed Hermione around her waist and dragged her away from them.
London Bridge
is falling down,
my fair lady.
Ron screamed as they pushed her down onto her back, it took four of them to keep her down, as one of them removed his cloak and mask and smirked into her face. She set her jaw with determination, and glared at the Death Eater who stood above her, pulling at his belt buckle before pushing her school skirt up.
Take a key
and lock her up,
Lock her up, Lock her up.
Hermione closed her eyes and let him and his pals do as they wished with her. She just lay there, crying silently, as Rodolphus Lestrange and his friends took turns tearing her body apart. By the time they were done she couldn't move.
There went the idea of waiting till marriage. There went the idea of waiting for Ron.
Take a key
and lock her up,
my fair lady.
The only thing Ron and Harry could do was watch as they plundered their best friend. And that's what they did.
They watched as the Death Eaters took their turns with her, and then tied her battered and naked body to the tree that Harry and Ron were leaning against.
Harry watched as Ron turned redder than his hair, before there was a flash of light and one of the Death Eaters—the one wielding the wand that held all three teenagers in place—was hanging by one ankle upside down.
LEVICORPUS.
Harry grabbed Ron's shoulder and told him firmly to grab Hermione and apparate away.
He told Ron to meet him back at Grimmuald Place, and to call on either Mrs. Weasley, or Madame Pomfrey to help Hermione.
Ron apparated moments later with Hermione's' prone and naked form in his arms, and with a pop, made it to the Trio's current home in one piece.
Ron laid Hermione on a couch in the Parlor room, before calling upon his mother through the Floo Network for help.
By the time Harry arrived back telling of his victorious escape, Mrs. Molly Weasley had arrived, with her daughter Ginny at her side, and she was not happy.
A/N: Okay, so yet again, thank you. Please, Review!!!!
Tell me if you want more, this story shall continue, so don't worry.
You can give me other nursery rhymes to use as well.
Thanks, Liz