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WARNING: Rating M (for readers aged 16 years+). Mature language. Mature and sexually explicit content. Non-consensual. Smut. Do not read any further if you do not like these things.
Summary: Imagine if Lord Voldemort won the Wizarding War. A story focused on Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy.
Prologue
Imagine if Lord Voldemort won the Wizarding War. Imagine in the forbidden forest Lord Voldemort had realised the excruciating pain that surged through him when he murdered Potter was the same pain he felt when his horcruxes were destroyed. He realised Potter was the horcrux he never meant to make. He had Bellatrix inspect Potter's body and she begged her Lord to allow her to ensure he was dead. Lord Voldemort commended her loyalty but he wished to ensure the job was finished. He shouted the words "Avada Kadava" for a second time pointing his wand toward the unconscious boy with the scar on his forehead and with a spit of green bolts from the Elder wand, Potter was most certainly dead. The Elder wand felt all the more powerful for it. Lord Voldemort felt invincible but he knew he needed to keep Nagini protected to ensure his immortality continued. He whispered a few words to Nagini in Parseltongue and the snake vanished. The Golden Trio had failed.
Once Hagrid carried Harry's dead corpse to the grounds at Hogwarts the fighting ceased. Students stood in shock. The school grounds descended in to chaos when Neville Longbottom dared defy Lord Voldemort. He was struck dead by Bellatrix who bowed towards her Lord once the boy's body hit the stone floor. Fighting broke out, Slytherin Purebloods were casting unforgivable curses left, right and centre. Some Death Eaters gauged on the bodies of Gryffindors draining the life from their eyes. Many died that day. The rebellion was lost.
Following the Wizarding War, there was much upheaval and brutality. If you were a witch or wizard from a Pureblood line you had to decide between being a faithful servant of Lord Voldemort or be deemed a blood traitor. Blood traitors were put into the 'Wizards Intercourse Program' which was created to ensure the purity of their blood was not wasted. Pureblood traitors, known as WIPs, were unable to choose their reproductive equal, they had no choice but to take art in the formality or else they would be subjected to the killing curse. Once the women reached the age of 35 and once the men reached the age of 50 they were no longer considered 'healthy' so they were then murdered.
For the Halfblood wizards and witches, they were not deemed worthy of a position within Lord Voldemort's ranks, so they were given the jobs no one else wanted; being the servants for the Pureblood households and carrying out hard manual labour. Halfbloods were allowed a maximum of 2 children per couple, but under no circumstances would they be able to procreate with Mudbloods. The children of these Halfblood couples were not allowed to go to school, they were to be taught how to conduct the work their parents carried out.
For muggle borns, Lord Voldemort's followers were instructed to murder as many as possible. Most died on what was now referred to as Victory Day – the day the war was won. Only attractive Mudbloods were saved purely for the purpose of sex, humiliation and for practising using curses on. Lord Voldemort encouraged snatchers and Death Eaters to humiliate the Mudbloods in whatever means necessary as they were people considered to be at the bottom of the food chain, below house elves.
The final two from the 'Golden trio'; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, would have a fate worse than death. Lord Voldemort tortured Ginny Weasley before their eyes until she could not recognise the function of a hairbrush and her ragged body was given to the dementors. They were forced to watch the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix have their souls drained by dementors. Each of the Weasleys were tortured until they begged for death and the Death Eaters obliged. Voldemort placed Hermione under the Imperius curse and ordered her to murder Ron, her boyfriend. How could she ever do such a horrific act and live with the consequences? This was an act of pure evil, Voldemort was mentally and emotionally draining her soul, he drained all the hope, love and friendship that once strengthened the trio. It would be a lesson to all students. Hermione Granger, the petite know-it-all. Her parents were tracked down by Death Eaters and murdered to ensure she had no one left in the world even if they had been obliviated. After all of her friends and family were murdered, what would be Hermione's fate…she prayed for a quick death to end the hell she was now existing in.
Hogwarts was divided into blood classes. All Pureblood students who took part in the Wizarding War were made to return to Hogwarts to complete Death Eater training. Female halfbloods returned to Hogwarts for training in house work; cooking, cleaning, gardening, making robes and garments for Purebloods etc. Male halfbloods were sent to mines or factories manned by Death Eaters to be trained in manual skills; welding armour for the Death Eaters, and creating wands. Mudbloods were taken to train in the art of obedience, loyalty, submission and sex. Only Purebloods were allowed school uniform and wands. Halfbloods were provided with black clothes. Mudbloods were given dark brown rags.
The school was rebuilt with darkness. The once beautiful colours seen around Hogwarts were scorched with black. All students wore Slytherin colours. The house system was destroyed. Slytherin became the sole house and the logo for Hogwarts.
Chapter one - Hell
Hermione opened her eyes in a daze as if she had been in a deep trance. Where am I? It was pitch black, the ground felt cold and hard…must be stone. There was one small glimmer of light from beneath what must have been a door. Hermione began to touch her body, feeling a short rough rag texture around her chest and around her waist. Her hair felt wild and unkempt. Suddenly she noticed the sound of whispers with different tones of voice "where are we?", "who is here?", "what happened?". Hermione wasn't alone. She presumed the voices belonged to different witches.
Suddenly a light swamped the room, Hermione closed her eyes, the sharp light hit her eyes like a lightening bolt. She could hear deep husky voices, "grab her" one shouted, and there was a shrieking female scream. From the corner of her eye Hermione saw a female being dragged away. As Hermione rubbed her eyes desperate to regain clear vision, she saw two bulky males dressed in combat boots, black trousers and black long sleeve t-shirts with their sleeves ruffled around their elbows revealing the mark on their inner arm. Death Eaters. These silhouettes seemed to be getting larger, Hermione was then jerked upwards held by each arm and dragged towards the light. Is this it? Is it time for me to die? Hermione thought.
As Hermione's eyes adjusted to the light, she began to notice the dark cold stones of the Hogwarts hallways. She was dragged towards a classroom door or was it a closet door. She was no longer able to detect exactly where they were in the castle. She was thrown into the room with a thump. As Hermione looked up she saw a short plump woman in a black robe. Then she noticed a flash of pink. No, no, no, no, no, no. It's her.
"Stand dear", the woman's painfully sharp voice cut through Hermione like a blade. Hermione stumbled to her feet, feeling weak from days without food. Hermione noticed a large wooden bath tub with soap and a flannel. "Bathe" she muttered and laughed in that high pitch squeal. Hermione took in her surroundings as the beast left the room with the door bolted shut. Deloris Umbridge, ha wish the centaurs pulled her apart piece by piece. Hermione thought angrily. Hermione twirled the room, noticing a dressing table with a mirror and a parchment with a wand next to it.
Mudblood,
Here you shall bathe and thoroughly clean your hair and body.
Then carry out the drying spell and hair removal spell. The only hair left should be on your head and face.
Find your new robes in the wardrobe then knock 3 times on the door.
Try to cast any other spell and the wand will electrocute you.
Welcome to Mudblood training.
Hermione felt sick to her stomach. As Hermione discarded her dirty underclothes and slid into the warm water she let out a sigh. The feeling of the water on her body was glorious. If she closed her eyes she could daydream of a better world.
"Hurry up Mudblood" shouted an impatient male voice.
Hermione quickly followed all of the instructions on the parchment. Then she looked in the draw to find only short brown rags. No underclothes. She considered placing her dirty ones on. Then she decided to wash the under clothes and cast a quick drying spell. She was NOT going to be completed humiliated by the vile creatures who lurked outside the door. She knocked three times and found she was in a classroom of girls wearing identical rags, all scattered along benches.
"Glad you could make it" laughed Umbridge. She then pointed her wand to her neck and addressed the classroom "our Lord has appointed me your teacher of obedience and appearance".
Hermione looked at the glazed over expressions of the females around her as if they were all in a trance.
"Line up" girls began to throw themselves down the stairs and scrambled into a line. Hermione unsure of what was happening, followed her peers. Umbridge walked down the line to inspect each of the 15 girls stood before her. Hermione then saw lurking behind the shadows were five Death Eaters scattered around the room, stood with their hands to their sides and their cloaks and masks on. Hermione glanced towards the ceiling and saw dozens of dementors ready to feed with a continual Patronus cast to hold the in place. Like the set up Umbridge had in the Ministry but on a smaller scale. "Too fat" she nodded nonchalantly to one girl, "ensure she is fasted for a month", she was then dragged away out of sight by two men from the shadows. "Too thin" she grimaced at another girl "ensure she is given three meals daily", again the she was dragged away by two men. Hermione was trapped. Umbridge stalked closer and closer to her. Other girls in the line Umbridge looked at and shrugged and they remained in the line. Is she choosing who continues with training? It was her turn next. "Ahh Miss Granger, we are going to have some fun with you" she laughed and dug her nails into Hermione's neck swishing her face forcibly side to side "first though we must sort out that mane of yours and awful teeth and I may dare say you could be a temptress for your Master" Hermione's eyes bore into Umbridge with a scowl.
"First however, we must teach you girls manners. Starting with you Granger" Umbridge unleashed the cruciatus curse on Hermione and her body writhed with agony, searing bolts of hot stinging pain shot through Hermione, like being bitten by hundreds of poisonous snakes simultaneously, their venom burning her skin making involuntary functions like breathing near impossible. The most excruciating pain a person could ever imagine as if every bone in the body was being cracked a the same time and the skull was being caved in. Hermione gasped for breath as Umbridge dropped the curse. Hermione was curled into foetal position on the floor. Umbridge addressed the whole class again "lesson one, do not look at your masters at any time, you must look at the floor unless commanded otherwise. As for scowling or giving dirty looks, Granger you are lucky to be alive, your master would not be so forgiving". Hermione bit her tongue and ground her teeth shut. Forgiving? She just committed an unforgiveable. Hermione's silent tears fell down her cheek. She defiantly wiped them away and stumbled forwards whilst standing in her original position in the line, her whole body shaking.
Umbridge continued stalking down the line of girls, "too ugly" she grimaced darting her eyes up and down one of the girls to Hermione's left, "she will be for the snatchers" the girl screamed and shrieked as the men dragged the girl towards the darkness. Twelve left.
Hermione let out a "humph" and shook her head.
"Did you say something Miss Granger?" Umbridge strode back to Hermione like a cat stalking its prey.
The brave Gryffindor spirit poured out of her "it's a good thing you're not being judged in this line Dolores because we mustn't tell lies" Hermione's daring gaze rose from the floor and again burned into Umbridge's eyes.
"What on earth are you on about dear?" her fake sincerity was unnerving as she tilted her head in like a curious creature.
"Too fat. Too ugly. What else might they say about you?" Hermione grit her teeth. Some of the girls sniggered. Umbridge scrunched her nose in anger and unleashed the cruciatus curse again, holding it for 5 minutes.
"Lesson two, never speak back to your masters" She said proudly whilst circling the heap of Hermione's unconscious body on the floor from being cursed. "Wake her" she commanded and two men threw ice cold water over Hermione, she jumped to her feet in shock. "Lesson three, never laugh at your superiors" Umbridge slapped one of the girls, who laughed when Hermione spoke out, across her cheek with a hard smack. The girl whimpered and cupped her reddening cheek in her hand. "Lesson four, do not encourage other Mudblood slaves to carry out despicable behaviour" Umbridge slapped the girl beside her who also laughed.
Hermione stood on her own and shuffled back into the line, feeling instant guilt when the other girls were punished for her actions. Hermione may have been brave but her Gryffindor spirit meant she found more pain in seeing others hurt for her actions than being punished herself.
Umbridge realigned her robes and smoothed down her hair, regaining poise as she continued to walk down the line of girls. "The rest of you shall do" she huffed, clearly unnerved by Hermione's disobedience. "The next one of you to disrespect me or disobey my orders will feel the power of the dementors, am I understood?" she said calmly with a smile on her face. "In unison say 'Yes ma'am'". The girls compiled. Hermione looked to her left and right but no words left her mouth. "Something to say Miss Granger?" Dolores smiled at Hermione.
"No Do..ma'am" Hermione corrected herself.
"Very good. You shall address all of your female superiors as 'Ma'am' and male superiors as 'Sir'. You will address your master as 'Master' unless otherwise agreed on another name" Dolores paced up and down the line looking towards the girls who all looked downwards towards the floor, all except one. Hermione Granger. The insolent girl who insisted on being difficult. Her spirit would be a challenge to break but with the right master and with time she would be broken in like a wild horse. Dolores stalked over to Hermione and gave a swift hard slap across her face. "Are you forgetting lesson number one dear?" she smiled.
Hermione looked towards the floor then looked back up into Umbridge's eyes "No ma'am". Dolores smiled sweetly and grabbed another girl by the hair, the girl winced as she was dragged into the centre of the room in front of the other girls. Dolores stood back a few paces and sent the girl the cruciatus curse. Hermione watched as the poor girl's body responded to the agonising pain. Hermione grimaced. "STOP" Hermione shouted. Dolores continued and looked at Hermione smiling. "Stop it now!" Hermione screamed as the girl's body tossed and turned and her shrills and screams were hauntingly faint.
"You forget your place Mudblood. Continue to be defiant and I will continue to punish this girl. Follow the lessons and I will stop. Beg for my forgiveness" Dolores said sweetly with her deathly smile and giggle.
Hermione glanced at the girl, her body was failing, her tiny frame was slamming into the stone cobbled floor and she was beginning to lose consciousness. She's dying. "Stop. Please stop ma'am. Please I was wrong, I disrespected you I'm sorry. Please just stop hurting her" Hermione begged.
Dolores giggled and dropped the curse. The men from the back of the room removed the girl into the darkness. 11 left. "Lesson five, if you are told you are wrong you are wrong. You must always beg your superiors for forgiveness" Dolores smiled again pacing down the line.
Hermione's head hung low, she looked at the floor. Her body still ached from the cruciatus curse. Hermione hugged her arms then noticed little pink high heels shoes in her vision, smack. Hermione fell to the floor again. "Lesson six, stand holding your hands in front of you. Stand with your back straight whilst you look towards the floor" Dolores commanded. "Stand up dear" she smiled.
Hermione again stood to her feet in the position Dolores suggested. Dolores pushed Hermione's back so that it was perfectly straight, and her shoulders were not slumped.
"Better" Dolores giggled. "Lesson seven, always look perfectly scrumptious and seductive for your master" she smiled. "So, now for your makeovers" she clapped her hands and the girls were sat on chairs in a line. Dolores cast a spell for each girl transforming their plain looks. Wild hair was tamed and smoothed into curls or straightened. Subtle make up was applied to each girl, pretty pink eye shadow, glittery shining lip gloss and naturally pink cheeks. Nails were extended to a practical pretty length and painted pretty pink. Each girl wore a different designed corset with black and pink colours entwined, to accentuate their cleavage, and matching laced thongs, black stocking suspenders and black high heels. We look like expensive hookers. Hermione's wild bushy hair was softened into smooth loose curls that dropped down her shoulders towards her waist. Her corset was a strapless sweetheart neckline and was silk satin with a lace trim. There were delicate pink hand stitched flowers embroidered on it. The matching thong was completely black with lace sides, accentuating her shapely bottom. She wore stiletto black velvet heels. Hermione had never walked in heels before.
"Lesson eight, always wear pretty high heels unless your master states otherwise" Dolores smiled at her masterpieces.
Each girl stumbled trying to walk one foot in front of the other. The charade continued for hours, with the girls walking up and down as if on a catwalk. Dolores gave each girl a book to plant on their heads to encourage poise and posture. To add to the entertainment value and obedience level she added a non-venomous snake around each girls' neck constricting breathing each time the girl stumbled and biting if the book fell. The girls were exhausted, training for hours without food or drink.
Finally Dolores cast her spell to remove the snakes and the girls walked back to sit on their chairs. Dolores then cast a spell to summon dishes of healthy food and water on a banquet table with silver covers over each dish. "Lesson nine, you must always eat healthy foods and drink water unless your master asks you to eat or drink something in particular, this is to ensure your skin remains clean and young" she giggled "remove the covers". Each girl removed the cover over their dish and salivated as the sweet smell of the food impregnated their nostrils. As Hermione removed her cover she found an empty plate.
Dolores walked over to Hermione and whispered in her ear "maybe next time you will show me your obedience the first time I ask and you may be allowed to eat" she giggled. Hermione's stomach winced in pain. Chains formed around Hermione's torso and behind her back restricting her from touching anything on the table. "Eat" Dolores commanded sitting at the head of the table on a pink armchair embroidered with pretty pink flowers. That bitch. Hermione thought as her stomach growled. Hermione was forced the watch the girls enjoy their steaming hot dishes and each one be excused to go to the dormitory set up for the training. Hermione remained restrained. Dolores walked over to Hermione and removed her restraints, Hermione fought every fibre in her body to not hit the vile woman whilst Dolores held out a dish of hot steaming food. Hermione's mouth watered. Dolores closed the cover over the dish and it vanished. Hermione was left with a glass of water in front of her. She desperately gulped at the water as it filled her small aching stomach.
Hermione stood to walk towards the large oak bolted door the other girls left through. Dolores stood in front of Hermione "not tonight dear. You shall be in your own quarters" she smiled and lead Hermione to a small wooden door, she pushed Hermione through and Hermione fell on the floor. "If you can not learn to behave you should get used to being on your own" she snarled and then reposed before the door slammed shut.
The darkness engulfed Hermione as she lay asleep on the cold hard stone floor for the night. She was so hungry and tired she allowed sleep to wash over her to escape her thoughts. She's going to break me.