Authors note: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters affiliated. The plot is all I can take claim to. Most of the story will be in Hermione's POV, if a chapter is going to be in another POV I will note who with the chapter.

CHAPTER ONE

10 July 2001

The cold dark cell that held a small crumpled body smelled of blood and sweat. A few brown curls could be seen within the hunched mess. A door from the top of the dungeon door opened with a groan signaling the heap of a person to move. With great trouble the broken woman pushed herself into a sitting position.

The footsteps moved slowly. Hermione silently waited to see who was coming this time. As the steps became closer she could make out wild brown hair. A bone chilling fear settled in her body as the angry eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange glared at her. Something went wrong today and Hermione was going to be feeling the blunt end of it.

"Are you ready to talk mudblood?" The shrilling voice of Bellatrix asked. The wild look in her eyes made Hermione shrink back slightly. Memories of the last session of torture still as fresh as the cuts on her back. "Good, you're finally showing fear. You'll break this time. Let's go."

She forcefully grabbed Hermione by her left underarm. They walked into a larger and better lit room down the hall from her cell. In the center were slightly rusted chains that had the stains of old blood. Hermione knew some of it was hers, some was not.

Bellatrix chained Hermione up so her back was facing the doorway. "Now, where is Potter hiding?" She asked in a sickly psychotic voice. Hermione stayed silent. Bellatrix took a dirty, crooked dagger from her belt and sliced a thin line along Hermione's right shoulder blade.

"Ahhhh," Hermione cried out in pain. The blade was enchanted to cause a searing pain and scar permanently. The same knife used on her every time since her capture. Still she wouldn't talk. She never did, no matter how many times she was under the cruciatus or beaten she kept everything held in.

"You don't want to talk still? Six months and you still won't talk? Maybe I won't ask and I'll just reach in that head of yours and pull it out. How does that sound?" She shrieked before yelling out a, "CRUCIO!"

Hermione let out a scream that could curdle blood. The fury behind the curse was worse than usual. She felt the curse lift momentarily until it began again just as fierce. She could feel herself slipping into the darkness. The last thing she remembered before fully losing consciousness was being dropped to the ground and the cursed blade.

6 January 2001

Hermione watched the manor from a distance. Lights were on in the East Wing and the North Wing. She started planning; she would enter through the third window of the East Wing. There hasn't been a light on in there for the past three nights. The layout of the manner she had showed that the dungeons would be closer to the point of entry than her alternatives.

The only benefit of Harry seeing visions through the eyes of Voldemort was they sometimes had a heads up. Hunting horcruxes together for a year and a half. They moved too slow this way, it was better to separate for the last four. As extra precaution they had a closed parchment draw not opening them until they were ready to leave.

Hermione was ready for her mission to end. She would strike tonight and hopefully be home 48 hours after. It took her two months to reach the destination. She was sick of being alone. Silently she smiled to herself. The thought of being home and seeing her baby brought a sense of joy.

Deciding that she would wait until 0100 hours until she made her way a bit further back to sit and relax. As she was adjusting against the trunk of a tree she heard a twig snap behind her. Hermione flipped her head around in time to have a large, dirty palm slam her head against the tree and knock her out.

She woke in a large room bare walls behind and on either side of her. A large oak door in front of her. She hung with her toes barely touching the ground. Looking up she notice blood on the chains holding her upright. The smell of iron and ammonia made her stomach turn. Hermione shuddered at the thought of what had happened in this very room.

Hermione heard a shuffle from behind her. Footsteps started towards her. The mystery person reach a hand and yanked the back of Hermione's hair straining her neck. The greasy hair of Fenrir Greyback was hanging in her face. "Oh, the dark lord is going to be so pleased when he finds out who I found lurking around." An acrid smell on his breath.

She could taste the bile that burned the back of her throat. Greyback forcefully pushed her head to the left side while he took a long inhale up her neck. "You smell like a mudblood." He then licked a line from her collar bone to her ear. "You taste like a mudblood." He then ripped all her clothing off leaving her fully exposed to the damp cold room.

"Mmm, now this is a site." He traced a small pattern along her midline while circling around her. He took in the sight of her olive cream skin. Her perky breasts and pink nipples coming to a point with the cold temperature. As he stood right in front of her his finger started trailing from her belly button down. He met the top of her pelvic bone: soft brown stubble barely building a wall.

He looked into Hermione's eyes. Completely black pupils full of sickening lust. He licked his lips before he began to reach down at his belt. Hermione took this as opportunity to thrash around. Trying to kick her assailant to throw him off balance. Greyback slaps her across the face leaving a red mark, quickly turning to a bruised cheek, and a slightly bleeding lip.

He roughly grabbed her legs and thrust his already hard cock into her. Hermione screamed in pain feeling herself tear. He took her hard, rough and fast. It only lasted five minutes but for Hermione, it lasted an eternity. Her tears burned her cheeks. He grunted a few times before he finished and threw her legs down.

" You whore, you aren't even a virgin. Would have expected better from Potter's Mudblood." He spat at her. "The again, he and the little blood traitor Weasley probably take turns with you. Did they finally get tired of you and throw you out?" Sher stomach turned. They knew who she was. Now things were only going to be worse for her.

Okay so that is my first chapter. Please let me know what you thought.

-SVowles