Fred closed the door behind him and glanced around the dark yard. "Hermione?" he called. He heard no answer and so he took a few more steps away from the house. He looked toward the path that led to the little lake that bordered on their property. Shrugging his shoulders, he headed that direction. A rustling in the bushes caught his attention and he turned his head toward the sound. "Come on, Hermione, before Ron's stomach digests the house," he joked.

He heard a voice whisper "Imperio," before his mind fell calm, silent, and very obedient.

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Hermione sat on the grass beside the small lake, gazing across the smooth surface. There was no breeze to ripple the water, only the brilliant reflection of the nearly full moon shining out from the surface. She stared unseeingly at the picture and breathed deeply the fresh air.

The atmosphere in the Weasley house had been stifling. She loved the Weasleys as though they were her own family, but the fact remained: they weren't. Hermione had been unable to locate her family. Once the aftermath of the final battle had calmed, she had gone immediately to the home in Australia where she had left Wendell and Monica Wilkins. She hadn't planned on them not being there. She had sent the away in order for them to disappear, but she had never really expected them to disappear. The neighbors informed her that the couple had moved not too long ago, and that Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins had kept mostly to themselves, not leaving any neighbors an address by which to contact them.

Hermione was beyond distraught, but really there wasn't much that she could do. She tried every venue she could think of – which, considering that she was Hermione Granger, brain of the Golden Trio, was rather a lot of venues – but nothing came of them. So, worried and depressed, she had returned home. Unable to bring herself to stay in the house in which her parents had raised her, she had been welcomed in to the Burrow. However, she found herself struggling with the homey, loving atmosphere, wishing desperately that it could be her home and her family. It was this that brought her to be sitting outside, alone in the dark before dinner. Yet again.

She heard footsteps on the grass behind her and turned to see who had been sent to fetch her tonight. Really, they ought to just set up a speaker out here or something. It was where she could be found every night. Through the shadowy path leading through the woods to the lake, she could make out the tall lanky form of her favorite twin. She got to her feet and took a couple steps toward him.

"Fred? Is it time for dinner?"

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Vaguely in the back of his mind, he realized that he was walking without controlling his own actions and it troubled him. But he couldn't concentrate on why it troubled him, or focus enough to regain control of his own limbs.

A voice buzzed in the back of his mind That's the mudblood. Tell her she's a mudblood whore!

"You're a mudblood whore," he said absently. In his blurred state of mind, he didn't register the look of absolute astonishment and shock on her face. You love mudbloods and whores get you off. He could feel his body's reaction to this statement, and somewhere in his mind voices started whispering that something was very wrong. Cast a silencing spell. He pulled out his wand. "Mufflatio."

The misplaced voice in his head then whispered, And now you're going to rape her.

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Something was very very wrong here. She was almost positive that Fred was Imperiused. But that was impossible… Who would have done that here?

The red head walked toward her with a blank expression.

"Fred? What's going on, Fred? What are you – argh!" she yelped as he shoved her roughly down on the grass. She scrambled, trying to get back to her feet, or at least off her back. The twin's sneaker-covered foot came down on her stomach, pinning her down with more force than she would have expected.

"Don't fight me, girly," he said in a dead voice. "You won't like it if I have to get rough with you."

Fear bubbled up in her belly and she squirmed underneath his foot. He dropped to his knees beside her, pinning her down by the shoulders as he swung a knee on either side of her.

"Stop!" she demanded. "Fred, stop it!"

He transferred his weight, sitting on top of her thighs, and stepping on her hands, pinning them down with his feet. She screamed in pain, begging him to stop. She knew what was going to happen to her if he couldn't break the Imperius. His hands went to the button of her muggle jeans and undid them quickly, shoving them roughly down. She wriggled her body and tried to kick her feet at him, screaming. She knew no one at the house would hear her – she had seen him cast the mufflatio. She bit down hard on her tongue in surprise as she felt his fist connect with her face sharply.

"I told you not to fight me."

She felt him pull down her cotton knickers and squeezed her eyes shut. This could not be happening to her. Not here. Not now. Not from him. She was going to be raped by him by the light of the moon reflecting from the lake and there wasn't much that either of them could do about it.

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The vague whisperings in the back of his mind that something was wrong were definitely strong stirrings now. He shouldn't be doing this. This was wrong. Why was he doing this again?

But the foreign voice in his mind was encouraging him, no, commanding him to continue. How could he say no…? It was impossible to even fathom refusing the voice, the unseen director.

And so he continued.

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There was no way that Hermione could just lie still and take this. Fred – no, she told herself, this isn't Fred – was pulling her clothing further down her legs, and not paying much attention to her. She took a quick inventory. Her legs were being fairly well held down by his weight. Her hands were firmly – and painfully – held down by his shoed feet. She launched her upper body upwards, swinging her head forward as powerfully as possible. It connected solidly with his shoulder, not doing much damage to him, but leaving her head reeling from the impact.

She earned another box to the head from him, and an emotionless "Stop that or I'll have to do some real damage." He pressed firmly down on her fingers with his tennis shoes. She heard something snap and pain exploded in her fingers.

She screamed again, tears springing to her eyes, and sobbed "Stop! Stop! Fred!"

He shifted above her and she choked on her own sobs when she saw him positioned over her, his enormous pink erection exposed and threatening. Her muscles clenched tight when he plowed into her, and she cried out in agony at the friction. A sob ripped from her throat as he ripped through her maidenhood mercilessly. Without pausing, he continued to thrust inside her. Pain coursed through her with every movement and she could feel warm, wet liquid trickling down her thigh.

Squeezing her eyes shut and clamping her jaw closed, she just lay there, in too much shock and pain to do anything but cry and wait for it to be over.

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Inside his mind felt like a bomb had gone off. He was screaming mentally at the top of his lungs that THIS WAS NOT RIGHT. STOP, FRED, STOP!

The voice pushed back, screaming DO IT, BLOOD TRAITOR!

He registered her screaming and crying in pain and fear, and begging him not to do it. Why didn't he stop? Why couldn't he make this stop?

Finally with a great wrench, he managed to throw the presence out of his mind. Immediately, Hermione came into focus and he pulled himself from her body, sprawling backwards into the grass and scrambling on his hands to get away from her.

"Oh merlin, Hermione, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, merlin please I'm sorry, I don't know what-"

"Fred," she sobbed out, scrabbling to cover herself, and crying out from the pain in her broken fingers. "Imperius," she choked. "I didn't know if you'd be able to-"

He pulled his pants back up hurriedly, and rushed to her side. "Hermione, are you okay? I'm so sorry, FUCK I'm sorry."

She reeled back from him, scooting backward on her hands to get away from him. Fear shone in her brown eyes. She bit her lip and stared at him with wide eyes, tears glistening in them.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Fred moving away from her again. "We need to get you back to the house and you need to be seen by a doctor. Oh merlin how… I'm so sorry, Hermione."

Hermione nodded and got to her feet slowly, wincing in pain. Instinctively he reached forward to help her and she jerked back, falling down again in her haste to get away from him.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" He backed off, fighting down his need to help her, to make this better. She got back up and he motioned for her to go ahead of him down the path toward the house. Slowly she shook her head, not taking her eyes off him.

Understanding dawned and he backed off hurriedly. "Yeah of course, I'll go first. God, Hermione, how could this happen?" He shoved a hand through his hair and started down the trail slowly, listening for her footsteps behind him. They were slow and hesitant, but she was following. The silence should have been peaceful – instead it was ominous, painful. As the wall surrounding the back garden came into view, he spoke up. "Should I go inside and fetch Mum first?" She was silent, and he craned his head to look at her. "Hermione?"

Her head bobbed hesitantly a few times and he opened the gate to let her into the garden. She stepped inside and edged away from him. He winced and told her, "Wait here," before loping to the back door and slipping inside with a backwards glance in her direction.

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Hermione wrapped her arms firmly around her middle and sank down onto the damp earth, her back pressed against the ivy-covered stone wall. She put her forehead on her knees and focused on taking deep breaths. She was in danger of hyperventilating, and she forced herself to breathe evenly. A garden gnome crept out of his home of a small hole under the weathered stone to watch her, leaning on the weather-beaten bricks. She neither knew nor cared of his presence.

She was terrified of Fred's return. She knew logically that it was not Fred that she feared. He had not been in control at the time of the violence. But her mind kept replaying the scene – Fred's body pinning her down as his engorged cock shoved into her resisting, unwilling center, ripping and maiming her untouched flesh. Over and over again she witnessed the attack, there on the garden floor. When the back door swung open with a creak, Hermione had to fight every instinct that was telling her to cringe away, to crawl backward into a dark corner and hide.

Molly Weasley closed the door behind her as Fred led her out into the moonlight. Hermione took a deep, steadying breath, and stood up from where she crouched. The garden gnome scurried back into his hole. Fred pointed toward Hermione and hung back while Molly strode toward her.

The motherly woman took one look at Hermione and said softly, "Hermione, what happened? Fred only said there had been an incident."

Hermione's eyes flew to him, begging for his help. He came closer to stand behind his mother. "I came to fetch her for dinner... On my way out to the lake, I was Imperiused. I did not see the culprit, and I don't know if they're still here."

Molly's face sobered up and she cast a silencing charm around the three of them. "What did they have you do?" The woman thought she could guess from the fearful expression and the silence from the normally confident young woman, but it needed to be confirmed before action could be taken.

Fred swallowed and looked away, shaking his head.

Hermione spoke up, her voice raspy, her tone vague and faraway. "Rape. And my fingers... they're broken."

Molly nodded, seeming unsurprised. "Right then, let's get you inside and I'll call Poppy. Kinglsey will also need to be informed of the incident so the aurors can be on the lookout." She reached toward Hermione slowly, watching her expression as she did so, and took hold of her upper arm gently. The woman shooed her son toward the house and led Hermione after.

Fred excused himself into the sitting room, where Hermione suspected he would head for a quiet place in the cellar, while Molly led her past the sound of voices in the dining room and up the stairs into Ginny's room, where she had been staying. Mrs. Weasley got the young woman settled in a chair, then headed back downstairs to send a floo call to Poppy at Hogwarts.

As soon as Molly had shut the door behind her, Hermione threw up her mental barriers, blocking everything around her as she stared at the door. All thoughts ceased and it was blissfully silent inside her head. It was as though the rest of the world did not exist, and as though the horrific evening had never happened.