Chapter Warnings: Death, Rape
"Are you going to kill me Granger?" He casually asked, as he attempted to blow his hair out of his face. His hands were currently bound behind him securing him to the old chair. The ropes had been charmed; he knew there was no way he could escape. He didn't stop trying though; every so often he would wriggle around in a vain attempt to escape.
He received no reply, as everyone around him worked quickly. They didn't have time to answer his questions; they were busy trying to plan an escape route.
The Order had planned an attack on a known death eater base, however they underestimated the enemy numbers and had taken a big hit. Most of them had managed to escape however 3 of them were trapped. They were currently holed up in an abandoned building within Diagon Alley with their one hostage. Just the one.
Draco Malfoy.
He had been captured by pure luck, and everyone knew he was of much better use to them alive rather than dead.
Once they escaped this place they would return to head quarters and question him accordingly.
"Tick tock, tick tock… you hear that Granger? Not long before they find you lot and kill you" Draco stated as he looked around at each individual, " You'll be the first to go Longbottom, trust you wont put up that much of a fight, then they'll go for you Weasley… you don't stand a chance!"
Ron Weasley walked over to the bound Malfoy and punched him squarely in the face. Malfoy didn't make a sound.
" I've wanted to do that for a while" Ron said as he rubbed his fist.
" C'mon Ron, we cant waste time, we gotta get outta here" Neville said as he went back to work. They were attempting to create a port key. They couldn't apparate as the wards had gone up shortly after the others got away. This was their only hope now.
" You're awfully quiet Granger, you must be scared… I would be if I were you. They'll leave you for last; have a bit of fun with you. But don't worry; I wont let them kill you. I might keep you for later" Draco said after he was done spitting the blood out of his mouth.
Hermione ignored him. She had work to do. She and Neville were almost done with the port key, and she didn't have time to be distracted by Malfoy. She smiled on the inside. He would get what was coming. She brushed away some stray stands of hair with her hand and saw the blood. She knew she was covered in the stuff but hadn't really noticed until now. She would have to scrub hard when she got home. If they ever got home.
The air was thick with tension, all of them focusing hard trying to not make a mistake. If they didn't get the port key combination right they could all be killed in the process. Malfoy's frequent taunts were now just a sound in the background; no one really paid that much attention to him.
He hadn't changed much since school, still the same annoying git. However after school he had progressed quickly through Voldemorts ranks and was now the second most powerful wizard on the dark side. His smarts had made him a valuable asset. The Order feared Draco Malfoy as he always managed to have the upper hand, knew what they were thinking and how they were going to act. He was the person responsible for killing just over half of the Order. He had hunted them down one by one. Now only a few were left, less than 20.
Hermione was surprised when they found out he was behind it all. She didn't know he had it in him. She always thought him to be more of a follower, not a leader. How things had changed.
Hermione found that she had changed the most amongst her friends. She was no longer caring and kind, the war had changed her. She couldn't afford to have emotions or get too attached to people, not when everyone kept dying. When everything had started she would cry herself to sleep every night, Ron would stay with her and they got closer over time. But as the war drew out she stopped crying and distance began to sweep in between her and Ron. They hardly spoke now.
Harry had noticed the change in her and tried to bring it up, but she wouldn't have a bar of it. This was war. Their old selves were gone.
He understood. Harry found himself feeling the same. Getting attached wasn't an option anymore.
Neville pulled Hermione from her thoughts.
"I think we're done," He whispered cautiously as if not to jinx it.
"I think I'm having a shower first!" Hermione said with a smile. However that faded, as there was an explosion beneath them.
BANG!
The ground shook beneath them and they all fell over, the port key falling to the ground and rolling out of reach.
"You have visitors," Malfoy said sarcastically.
"Wands out!" Ron shouted and all three of them were now on guard, wands out and ready.
They stood quietly as they heard a scurry from beneath them.
Suddenly the door exploded, the wood splintering and flying in all directions.
Spells were shot out, the small room filled with many colors.
Hermione was hit and was thrown against the wall. Her head spun as she tried to regain her senses.
They were outnumbered. Heavily.
Neville was the next to be hit, the infamous green curse hitting him straight in the chest. He hit the ground, gone forever.
Hermione turned her head, Malfoy wasn't in his chair. Lovely.
She heard a thud as she tried to stand; Ron was on the ground surrounded by 3 men, their wands pointing to his neck.
Her legs gave out from under her and she fell back down.
What was wrong with her? She couldn't remember what spell had hit her, but it had drained her completely.
" I did say Longbottom would be the first to go" Malfoy said as he kicked Neville's head.
"Your going to have to kill us Malfoy, we wont tell you anything!" Ron shouted out.
Malfoy just laughed. He walked up to Ron, the men around him making room.
" I don't need you to tell me anything Weasley. I know everything already" Malfoy said dangerously, " Kill him"
"NO" Hermione cried out suddenly, but it was too late.
The room was filled with green lights and Ron Weasley was dead.
Now Malfoy's sight was on her.
" And then there was one" He said with a smirk as he walked towards her slowly. He was the predator she was the prey.
"Just kill me and get it over and done with Malfoy" Hermione said, her voice strong. She wasn't going to beg for her life. Not now anyways.
"I'm not going to kill you yet Granger," He said as he bent down to her, his hand grabbing her hair and pulling " I'm going to have some fun with you first"
He pulled her up by her hair, she cried out in pain. He pushed her up against the wall; her hand went to his face in an attempt to push him away.
"The spell they hit you with is my favorite, I created it myself… drains the victim completely, they don't put up a fight. We use it on the girls, that way we can fuck them hassle free Granger" He whispered into her ear.
"Malfoy just kill me please," She whispered. She could hardly gather the strength to speak.
"Why Granger? You might like this" He said as he pulled her jeans down. His pants were the next to go.
Hermione zoned out. This couldn't be happening right now. She felt him push inside of her, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly fell down her cheeks.
She turned her head away, not wanting to even look at him as he defiled her.
And that's when she saw it. The port key just lying on the ground. Hope filled her suddenly and her strength started to return. She could hear the evil man grunting as he found his release. At that moment she hit him on the head as hard as she could. He staggered back in shock as Hermione fell to the ground. In one motion she pulled her pants up, grabbed her discarded wand and reached out for the port key.
"Stop her!" Malfoy shouted, but it was too late.
Her fingers touched the port key and she was instantly teleported away to safety.
Or so she thought.
Hermione landed with a thud within the Order HQ. She lay there for a few moments, trying to get her bearings.
Ron was dead.
Neville was dead.
Gone forever.
She sobbed quietly as she sat up and looked around. The house was dark; no one seemed to be there. That was odd. She gathered the courage to stand, her legs aching after her abuse. She persisted though, she had to find everyone.
She muttered a spell under her breath and all the lights in the house came on. She gasped.
The house was a mess. Furniture had been pushed over, papers scattered across the floors. She kept her wand out, something didn't feel right.
Hermione made her way to the kitchen where everyone generally met and stopped in front of the door. It was shut. She looked down and saw the carpet was covered in blood. Her body began to tremble, her heart began racing at 100 miles an hour. She reached out her hand and pushed the door open.
"Oh" She whispered to herself.
Words had failed her for the first time in her life. Tears fell freely as she absorbed the crime scene in front of her.
They were all dead. All of them.
There was only one word that came to mind.
Slaughter.
They had all been slaughtered. But how? How did the Death Eaters get in? They must of gotten hold of someone as they tried to apparate away.
Or was this some plan they had devised? Luring everyone to one of their bases, following them back and killing them all before they even had time to scream.
Hermione didn't know. What she did know was that the base had been compromised and she had to leave before they returned. Or worse yet, before Malfoy found her.
She was it.
The last Order member.
She turned and ran up to her room, conjuring all her things and placing them in a charmed backpack.
Hermione knew she had to flee. To run and hide.
She couldn't stay in the magical world, it was no longer safe.
Before she could leave she heard a familiar pop. Just one.
Who had apparated in? Was someone still alive?
First Chapter done.
Hope you enjoyed.