Title: A Child Bride
Pairings: TMR/HP, LV/HP, HG/?
Warning: graphic themes and implied scenes of violence
Author note: Hey again, this is Prissy again. This may be a long story, but I heavily edited my thoughts to censor the really bad stuff. I am also beta-less. Enjoy!
Hermione's Arc
The year was 1980; the righteous Death Saviors ended the ministry and, leader of the Order of phoenix, Albus Dumbledore's reign over the Wizarding world of Britain. Credits go to James Potter, a Pureblood whom was a double agent for the Dark for destroying the Order of Phoneix's secret weapon. His Highness, Lord Voldemort, Emperor of British Isles and head of the Slytherin family succeeded in ushering a New Era: The Age of the Dark. The Death Saviors established a utopia from the ruins of Old Britain and furthermore, all of the traitors to Wizarding Britain were sent to rehabilitation. However, the fugitive Albus Dumbledore still remains at large.
-An except from A History of the British Isles; P. 3
Hermione grumbled as she read this chapter many times over. In her youth, she had convinced herself that she would be the special exception in the system through studying witchcraft and wizardry. This was never going to happen. The government that ruled over New Britain was one of terror and strict rules. Lord Voldemort erased all traces of old Britain and imprisoned most of the muggles as slaves. The muggles who opposed this were killed in the Catacombs of Old London and used as a structure of the gruesome grave site. As a new sport, the later generation of muggles were sent into the Catacombs and never return.
At the top of the system, a pureblood could get away with anything even if it meant killing a mudblood. However, only the oldest and most influential dark families could be in politics. The light magic families were banned from much of the government system and relied only on trade and scholarly endeavours. But both light and dark children were taught to strive towards the Vanguards – an order devoted to the cause of dark and the protectors of His Highness, Lord Voldemort. The captain of the Vanguard is Bellatrix Lestrange whose cruelty towards muggles and mudbloods were legendary. Most of the light idealists whom go into the Vanguards become alcoholics or severely depressed at the sight of the true purpose of the order: Kill all who opposed the government. The rule even applies to their parents or cousins. Eventually, the light in all of the new recruits grow cold and distant. Emotionless and with steel-like minds, they guard the secrets of the empire from the palace steps.
To an extent, a half-blood could reach the skies in the new world order. However, the successful paths open to half-bloods were the Defence Baracks and for a few, the Dormio. The defence barracks were similar to the military in Old Britain. However, legilimency tests are a cornerstone of the sect and brainwashing is the norm; the members of the DB care nothing for their previous relationships after joining the DB. Lord Voldemort personally sees to the Dormio and trains all of the sleeper agents under potions and secrecy. Not much is known about them, but all sleeper agents are assumed under aliases and go about their daily lives – never remembering if they ever were a part of the department.
At the bottom of the food-chain, there are the denizens of old Britain: muggles and Mudbloods. Abducted by the government in infancy, being a Mudblood meant a life of servitude; Mudblood males were considered inferior and are taught only the most basic of magic. Most of the males are destined for general labour in the Catacombs of Old Britain. Mudblood females are cleansed of all desires in the Academy for Proper Ladies and those who were either beautiful or intelligent in the ways of magic were turned into pureblood sows – damned into a life of bearing many purebloods' children and creating a new generation of Half-bloods. The 'unlucky' girls were sold into household slavery for the rich purebloods with a bleeding mouth and no voice to displease the masters.
The Academy only taught lies and fantasies about the new world order. At the tender age of 4, all of the females, whom are found with magical symptom through strict testing, are brought to the Academy for Proper Ladies. Muggles and squibs are sweet-talked with stories of education and a better future; This is never the case. Hermione laments at the thought of daily beatings and gripping loneliness in her youth. The only thing which kept her alive was a memory: a little shack by the river. Hermione was the tender age of six when she went on a field trip with heavy supervision. She could taste her freedom; it was so close but so far.
It was the night before Graduation in the Academy. Most of the graduates are unaware of the impending future. Most girls were already selected for either a housekeeping position or a spot in the Breeding houses. The few whom tried to escape before had their tongues removed and wands snapped. Tonight, the escapees were going into the Catacombs alone and most likely, die by the hands of the insane cannibalistic muggles who roam there.
It was a quiet night; a new moon hung in the sky. Hermione looked around in her dorm from the top of her bunk-bed. There were four girls in a room: Alice, Wendy, and Bella (1). They were all fast asleep – too gullible and hateful of Hermione's talents to see that they were in danger. All graduates were required to wear an enchanted metal cuff on their ankle. But, Hermione was not the best student in the graduating year for nothing. She had stolen a wand from the transfiguration classroom. There were no runes preventing a person from transfigurating the cuff to a living creature?
"Pullus! (2)" The brunette witch whispered, pointing to the cuff. The cuff became a live geese and started to gawk at her. Hermione's cautious nature got the better of her and she muttered a quick 'Silenico' at the geese before quickly grabbing her bag of belongings and escaped through the window.
Rrrrrr! Rrrrrr!
The alarms already sounded as the brave young woman leapt from the academy's roof into the dark slums of Wizarding Britain via the planned communal garbage bin. Hermione had planned this through the early months of her senior year. She had studied the more dangerous route to a rumoured hideout for runaways and calculated the ratio from a comparison of the two likely routes. Most would take the path towards the Catacombs: 'Better to die before sent to the whore houses?' But she was determined to join those who opposed the Dark reign: The Order of Phoenix.
Hermione paused to listen to her surroundings before searching for another hideout. She was on borrowed time; she had to get across to a small shack near the outskirts of the district – a place she had visited as a child on a fieldtrip.
Her eyes widen with fear when she heard loud footsteps and shouting of "Find the Mudblood welches!" The members of the DB was on to her already! The silhouettes of the green robed wizards stalked the cobblestone of the slums of the Squib districts. As Hermione whispered a quiet 'silencio' on herself, she decided to lay low in one of the windowless shacks in maze-like alleyways.
With a brave heart, the witch opened one of the doors to embrace the dangers of the darken shack. Her pants for air came out wild and eyes searching for any enemies-
A gnarly hand covered her open mouth as Hermione started to silently scream. Her limbs thrashed with dying strength, she stared in defiance at her kidnapper: an old frail lady. The lady gestured to the old table in a dirty corner of the living room. There sat a dying bird statue burning in ash.
Hermione started to realize the true meaning of the statue and started to sob with joy. The statue was supposed to be in a cycle - a phoenix rising and dying in a cycle of rebirth. She was safe, she was safe! But old woman opened the sink cabinet and revealed a metal door. Her hand pointed to a handle with urgent jabbing. Hermione gasped and tried to explain that she was leaving this place but found no sound coming out.
Withdrawing the wand from her robes, she nonverbally casted, "Finite."
"I have to go to the little shack on the edge of town. My friends are waiting for me to help them to here." Hermione stated confidently to the old woman.
She was met with a dead silent stare from the old woman. The old lady sighed and asked softly, "What is your name? I am Ms. Figg."
Hermione was never treated kindly by the staff of the Academy and answered with a squeak, "M-my name is Hermione! I don't have a last name because… because"
"Because what, my dear?"
"Mudbloods like me don't get a last name."
Her head hung low as she remembered the cruel beatings and crying for her probably dead parents. They were most likely gone, as with all of the girls in the Academy.
"Nonsense! You shall take my last name." Ms. Figg said with a sad smile. The old lady grew somber as she declined Hermione's demand: "I'm afraid you can't see your friends. You see, the Dark Lord put these craziest thoughts into the girls. The small shack isn't a safe haven; it's a death trap. All the pretty girls who go there don't come back. Many of the squibs that live in the Training Grounds are paid off by the government to watch for the girls who pass through this place."
Hermione was struck with the horrible realization of how she survived: it was pure chance. In the distance, her ears registered high pitched shrieks and maniacal laughter which dimmed into quiet sobs. She did not want to think about what will happen to the many girls tonight.
"They're coming. There isn't much time! Take this! Go to 1031 Gallon Way; the house is marked with a red tree. May Merlin bless you on this journey!" Ms. Figg whispered fearfully, pushing a few gold coins and an ordinary key. "Don't worry, I'll be safe."
With a surprising strength from the frail woman, she opened the metal door and pushed the brunette into the abyss. The locks closed from the inside and Ms. Figg knew Hermione was safe as she heard a sliding noise from her cabinet. After closing the cabinet, she clutched the statue of the dying bird tightly. She was waiting for the dark wizards to come.
Within a few minutes, the door was rammed down with a loud 'Bombarda'. The green-robed wizards quickly entered the one-room shack. "Ut etiam in lucem splendescere!(3)" Ms. Figg exclaimed. The portkey triggered a large explosion from the magical device. The flames engulfed many of the wizards which entered the shack and the surrounding shacks. The wizards screamed as they were burnt beyond recognition.
As the remaining of the squadron searched the scorched shacks, they found nothing but rumbles of wood and dead bodies. They did not check if the old woman was still alive - only assuming that she died as the building collapsed. Unaware of the secret escape tunnel, the wizards went back to their stations with loud profanities towards Squibs..
1 – These are temporary OCs
2 – this is a legitimate spell from Harry Potter universe; known as the Pullus Jinx
3 – Translate of 'may the light shine again'
Next - ?'s POV
A/N: There will be plot twists. if you notice that some details or illogical aspects of this story, it's probably a detail that will be further explained in the later chapters. But who would you pair Hermione with? (please comment on this!)
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