So this is my first story ever published online. It is posted on AFF as well. Even though I wish I owned the characters, sadly, I do not. Any questions you may have will be responded to the next time I upload a chapter. Thanks for reading and enjoy your day!

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"Granger?" a gruff voice asks. The girl turns to look at the speaker.

"Professor Snape?" she inquires. The man nods slightly then looks over his shoulder. He grabs her by the arm so she whimpers. "What are you doing? That hurts!"

"Shut up if you wish to live!" he hisses as he drags her into her living room. Hermione's eyes widen in fright at the scene before her. Her gaze locks onto her parents' faces as they struggle to get to her. She tries to pull away from Snape then cries out when he shakes her roughly. "M'lord," Snape says and bows his head.

Her gaze snaps to the tall pale man standing in front of her.

"I see you've found our little Mudblood. Good, very good, Severus." The pale man draws his wand and lifts her chin with it. She whimpers softly in fright so he pulls back slightly. Her eyes widen slightly when he aims his wand at her. "Pity to lay waste to such a pretty little thing," he murmurs.

Hermione squeezes her eyes shut with a terrified whimper. She peeks one eye open then cries out when the man turns the wand on her parents. "Crucio!" he snarls.

"Stop! Please!" she cries as her mother screams in pain. Her father's back arches and he tries to hold in his screams. The pale man laughs when he can no longer hold the sound in.

"Avada Kedavra!" Green light engulfs the two writhing bodies so they fall limp. The pale man returns his attention to Hermione. He studies her for a moment then sneers. "Strip her," he orders.

Severus tightens his grasp slightly then makes quick work of ripping Hermione's blouse apart. Her knees buckle so he kneels over her. She sobs and tries to cover herself so he holds her wrists above her head with one hand. The other men in the room watch as Severus quickly divests Hermione of the rest of her clothing.

"P-please, stop. You d-don't want to do this. Please," she begs.

The pale man's eyebrows shoot to his hairline as Severus remains kneeling over Hermione's naked form. "Pleading for your life already? I thought you said she was stupid in her bravery," he says.

Severus lifts his head. "Yes m'lord. Normally she is." Hermione whimpers when the pale man gives her a lecherous glance.

"Guess what you get to do, Severus," he says. Severus looks at him questioningly. "Take her."

"But m'lord, I want her," a second man says and steps forward.

"I as well," a third adds. The pale man holds up his hand.

"Severus gets to have her as his prize. He's done more work for me than any of you louts so he should be justly rewarded. Have fun my dear," he cackles and settles in a chair to watch the fun.

Hermione stares at her parents' lifeless bodies as she lies unmoving amid a puddle of blood on her living room floor. Her eyes flicker when someone pounds on the front door.

"Police! Is anyone in there?" a muffled voice shouts. The door flies off the hinges, wood splintering in the frame. "Is anyone there? Mr. Granger? Mrs. Granger? We've a report about some screams." the voice calls.

Hermione's eyes drift to the wound on her wrist as footsteps sound in the room. "Miss Gran… oh my god," the man gasps. He stares at Hermione's bloody and broken body. Several other men enter the room at his gasp then cover their mouths in shock.

"Miss Granger? Can you hear me?" one of them says as the first man tries to find a blanket. She remains silent as she continues to stare at the blood oozing from the deep slash in her wrist.

"What's going on here?" someone demands. Two men and a woman enter the room as a paramedic sets about wrapping her wrists.

"She's been attacked sir. And her parents are dead," the first officer says as he reenters the room with a blanket to drape over Hermione.

The woman covers her mouth in horror as she takes in Hermione's mangled frame. "Miss Granger!" she cries. The older of the two men rests his hand on her shoulder so she frowns. "I'll gather her things. She will be going with us," she says when another man enters the room. He raises an eyebrow at her.

"And who might you be?" he demands.

The woman bristles. "I am a professor at her school. Her parents invited us to have a late dinner with them," she says.

"Who did this to you, child?" the paramedic inquires as he cleans an abrasion on Hermione's cheek. She remains silent so he frowns and looks up at the two men from the school. "She's too traumatized to speak," he murmurs. He pushes her blood-matted hair from her face and begins cleaning the wound on her forehead.

Hermione's eyes widen and she scrambles away from the man. Her back hits the younger of the two 

professor's legs so he kneels and strokes her hair.

"It'll be fine Hermione. He won't hurt you," he murmurs. A soft whimper escapes her lips when the paramedic kneels next to her and finishes cleaning the wound on her forehead.

"I can do a rape kit on her if you'd like. It'll take a while to match the DNA though," a woman says and frowns thoughtfully.

"That won't be necessary. Our nurse will be able to perform the task. She will be returning to the school with us. I have gathered some clothing for her. I will return on the morrow to collect the rest of her belongings," the first woman says after entering the room with an outfit in her hands.

"We need to get her to a medical facility," the female paramedic insists. Hermione lashes out at the paramedic kneeling in front of her when he tries to place a bandage over the wound. He gasps when she leaves bloody trials on his cheek from her nails.

"Minerva, gather the rest of her belongings. We will not return here," the older man says. The woman nods and sets the clothing on the back of a chair.

"Remus, help Miss Granger dress," the older man murmurs and guides the others from the room. Hermione looks up at the man when he picks her clothing up.

"Can you stand?" he asks. A slight frown mars his features when she fails to move. He crouches next to her and unfolds a shirt. "Here we go," he murmurs and slips the shirt over her head.

Remus drapes his cloak over Hermione and lifts her in his arms. "Ready?" the older man asks. Remus nods and shifts her weight making her whimper in pain.

"It's all right," he whispers in her hair.

Minerva pats her pocket when she enters the room again. "Let's go," she says.

"Who will take care of things then?" the chief officer asks and looks around.

Two loud pops sound from a room beyond a set of swinging doors. "Hermione? What's going on?" a man demands as he leads another man into the room.

Remus and Minerva stare at the two in confusion. "Albus?" Minerva inquires. The older man glances at her then returns his gaze to the newcomers.

"Hermione?" the younger of the two whispers and moves over to Remus. He flicks his gaze to the others. "What did you do to her?" he snarls. Hermione's eyes flicker at the sound of his voice so she turns her head. He gently touches her hand. "What happened?" he asks. She draws her hand away and stares at him.

"Why are you here Byron?" Albus questions.

The older of the newcomers snorts. "What did you all do to my granddaughter?"

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I created two original characters that do not really matter... they're just there for atmosphere.. kind of...