Something new. Trigger Warning. None explicit reference to rape. Also rather brutal murders. These references are made throughout the fic.
Unsure of the Endgame Pairing but will very likely end up being HG/MM though this depends on how i feel at the end. I'll state now that i'm willing to take suggestions.
Reviews more than welcomed.
This will be a multi-chapter fic.
Hermione had no idea what time it was. All she knew was that she had been there, in the dark cold 3x3 space long enough that her back was aching from sitting in the corner with her knees up and her fingers and toes we numb. The sounds were terrifying at first, making her heart pound in her chest, but now they were just ambient noise. She just wished they would get her out of there, maybe get her some medical attention. She was certain she was anaemic at this point.
Of course she wouldn't even be there if it wasn't for that scum bag, snake-faced freak that should have stayed dead the first time. Instead the bastard had to come back and go all Adolph on the wizarding world. A world that Hermione didn't chose to become part, it was just luck, good or bad she didn't know. And now here she was sitting in a holding cell in Azkaban two days into her Summer holiday.
Still none of this would be the case if they hadn't let Peter Pettigrew get away over a year ago, or if there was some way to know that Crazy old Mad-eye was a different crazy guy. Or maybe if Albus hadn't fallen into Tom Riddles trap, not that the trio knew that part yet. But instead Peter got away, Barty Jr got what he wanted out of last year and Albus did fall into the trap. The universe had a taken a disliking to Hermione apparently.
At the beginning of her first year Hermione had just been excited to know of the world, to learn how to do magic. She finally thought she might have found a place where she could fit in and make some friends. It was devastating how wrong she had been, well right up until that troll in the bathroom. Then she had friends and thought everything would be amazing only to realise by the end of the first year that she was an idiot for ever thinking she could really just fit in.
Second year she learned what a Mudblood was and suddenly felt as bad as she ever had about herself. She was nothing but dirt in the muggle world and nothing but wet dirt in the wizarding world. Insulted at every turn despite how she tried to keep to herself and her friends. Then she was petrified and laughed at for turning herself into a cat. And again, ever the tenacious one, snake-face, showed up and ruined what could have been a good year.
Third year was looking good too pretty much up until the end and then all hell broke loose. Hermione had been taking her classes, more than most, but then there was the mess with Buckbeak, later renamed Witherwings, and Sirius. That stupid map proved that Peter was alive and well and Sirius and Remus went all homicidal. Of course when they sprung up out of the rabbits hole the wolf had to come out and play and that filthy rat got away.
Fourth year might have been better, actually Hermione was convinced it would be until Harry's name was spat clear of the Goblet. Mad-eye Crouch Junior taught them the Unforgivables even though they were supposed to be illegal. Harry needed all the help he could get with the Tournament and Ron was being a prat. Then the last event happened and suddenly Harry returns with Cedric's body and the wizarding world was split. Half believed Snake-face was back and the other half believed Harry and Albus were trying to take over the Ministry.
Then Summer holiday started and Hermione was in bed that second night, she had no way of knowing, not a single clue. Hermione was home so there was no need for worry, she was back with her loving mother and father after a hectic and traumatic year. She was supposed to be safe with her mother and father but when she woke to the screams of her mother and shouts of her father she realised she was wrong again.
She grabbed her wand and bolted downstairs, heedless of the fact she was only in a small pair of cotton boxers and a tank top. She ran into the living room where the scuffling and screaming was coming from only to stop dead in her tracks. Her father was bloody and torn to pieces, just enough that he was barely alive but still conscious enough to witness his wife bleeding to death from where her throat had been torn free while being raped by none other than Fenrir Greyback.
Lucius Malfoy was standing to the side watching with a gleeful look on his face as he rubbed at the front of his robes. Greyback saw her and chuckled while her parents looked at her with nothing but sheer terror in her eyes. It was that terror that speared her own, she shot an incarcerous at Lucius who looked stunned as he fell, bound, to the floor. Mrs Granger was dropped beside him as Greyback threw himself at the teenage girl.
The werewolf managed to tear her tank top but she had stumbled back barely in time which saved her skin. Fenrir was relentless though and continued to drive forward slamming her small frame into the nearest wall before falling on her dazed body as she hit the floor. Her wand had slipped from her fingers but thankfully rolled close so when the werewolf bore down on her she managed to cast a strong stupefy and throw him clear.
Little did she realise that Lucius had managed to get his wand in hand and cast a finite over himself, dispelling the incarcerous. Hermione could feel warmth running down the back of her neck and shoulders as she stood on shaky feet. Fenrir dragged himself off the floor looking like he was having fun while Lucius approached with a furious look on his face. Hermione squared off but everything was blurry.
Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Hermione had had too much time to think about it, a series of loud cracking sounded from outside the house. Lucius and Fenrir straightened immediately, shared a look and apparated out with a pop just before the front door opened and several ministry Aurors strode into the house. Hermione watched as they took in the scene and then the fuzz in her eyes grew thicker.
The young brunette had passed out before a word was uttered and woke up in this cell in Azkaban. The only reason she even knew she was in Azkaban was because when she first got here she heard many different people screaming that they didn't belong in Azkaban. Of course she felt the same way though she felt like she really really didn't It was bad enough she had to witness the murder and rape of her mother along with the brutal murder of her father.
She was still sitting in the dark cell when the door was opened and the small space was cruelly washed in light. Hermione hissed and covered her sensitive eyes before she was grabbed on both sides. Two men took an arm each and practically dragged the young witch out of the cell and down a corridor and into a heavily guarded room. They were there a moment before suddenly apparating, Hermione's first time and all so when they appeared at the Ministry of Magic she doubled over and retched. She might have thrown up if she had anything in her stomach.
She was pushed into a room that only had a few seats and a second door across from the one she was shoved through. She had no idea what was going on but she sat anyway and waited, blinking as her eyes were still adjusting. She was still blinking and rubbing her eyes when the second door opened and a harsh looking man stood with a scowl on his face.
"Miss Hermione Granger. Your trial is about to begin if you will come and take your seat." He didn't make it sound like a suggestion but an outright demand. Confused as she was she simply nodded and went out to the courtroom.
The brunette frowned deeply when she realised that the entire Wizengamot seemed to be there, of course she also had no idea why she was there herself. With a confused look on her face she took her seat in the middle of the room, acutely aware of the fact that she was still in small boxers and her torn tank top. She was also aware of the bruises on her back and the blood matting her hair at the back.
"Miss Granger. Do you deny the use of Underage magic?" A Woman spoke seriously.
"No, but-"
"And do you deny the use of magic in front of muggles?" The woman interrupted.
"What? Is that what this trial is for?" Hermione scowled looking at the woman before her.
"Please. Answer the question." The woman's tone was slightly more gentle but only slightly.
"I used magic in front of two muggles that were as good as dead." Hermione bit out, the memory of what happened extremely fresh.
"Yes or No, Miss Granger." Barked a man to the spokeswoman's left.
"How dare you! How can you ask me to speak of something like that so coldly! You decided to put me on trial for defending myself and attempting to protect my parents you can accept the bloody answers I give you." Hermione retorted almost savagely.
"Shall we take into consideration your unwillingness to comply?" The man snarled at her.
"Honestly, sir, I don't think its going to make an ounce of difference do you? It's quite clear you don't care what I say." Hermione folded her arms over for her chest.
"This is a fair trial." A second woman retorted.
"The bloody hell it is! How can this possibly be a fair trial when no one dare even ask me what happened?! None of you care that Fenrir Greyback tore my father to pieces, leaving him dying but alive so he could watch that monster rape her as she bled to death, all while that scum bag Lucius Malfoy had a wank!You don't care, none of you do! Pass your bloody judgement already. I'd like to go home and get dressed." Hermione all but screamed at them and they looked a bit taken aback.
"Miss Granger! Lower your voice. Why would you accuse these men of such an atrocity?" The spokeswoman asked seriously.
"Because, Malfoy and Greyback are followers of Voldemort and we all know how the Dark Lord feels about my kind." Hermione snarked sitting back in her chair.
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is not back. There is no evidence to support the claim he is!" A woman in the back screeched.
"Yeah... what ever. I used underaged magic, I used it in front of muggles. What is my sentence? Am I back to Azkaban?" The fight had left the young witch as she looked at the woman in front of her.
"Nothing so extreme. You will, however, be expelled from Hogwarts and your wand will be snapped." The woman spoke as if she didn't want to pass the sentence.
"Expelled? But... I... what am I to do? I don't turn 16 for a few more months and my parents were just killed..." Hermione spoke softly, her stomach had dropped and her eyes filled with tears. Her entire life, everything she was and thought she was going to be, gone.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger, but that is for you to sort out for yourself." Hermione finally noticed that the man that brought her into the courtroom had her wand. She watched him walk up to the spokeswoman and hand it too her.
"You're free to go Miss Granger." The woman said regretfully. Hermione winced as her wand was snapped.
For those of you following Dueller's Legacy i will be posting the sequel next week, though i apologise now because its more of a really long epilogue with an epilogue for Dueller's Legacy.
Also this fic i plan to have follow cannon as best as possible while still have Hermione be expelled and orphaned. So she will still help the boys over the next three years just its going to be as best she can while not being allowed at Hogwarts.
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