Author's Note: This is my first songfic, and originally, I wouldn't ever write one, but I was feeling inspired. I want it to be Snape/Hermione, because I love that ship. Also, the song I've chosen, to me, talks about a girl being kidnapped or raped or something. So if I turned this into a story, then I would want them to eventually fall in love. Also, the words in italics and underlined aren't part of the song, they're onomotopoeas. :P If you don't know what that is, then search it. I used them for effects in the story, like the sound of creaking floors. I guess that just gave you the answer though... Still, go learn something, please. Alright now I'll stop.
So the summary: Hermione is at home while her parents are on an anniversary trip to Paris. It's in her sixth year I'll say, during the summer. And Snape is ordered by the Dark Lord to capture her and harm her. The song is Lost in Darkness, hence my title for this story, by Escape the Fate. You could listen to it while you read it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter world. I do not own this song, the lyrics purely belong to the band, Escape the Fate. Now, on with the story.
~HGxSS~
Lost in Darkness
She hears a moan at the top of the stairs, but she don't move a thread, just minds her buisness
"I swear these walls have been talking to me," she says, "'Cause all I hear are the Devil's wishes."
A creak, that's all it was. Sure, it was the wind. The weather lately hadn't been particularly nice out, anyway. Summer storms, they happened all the time. Three days her parents had been gone, and Hermione had managed perfectly fine on her own.
Creak.
There it was again, the same noise she had heard only seconds before. It came from the floor above her, but she was sure it was the wind from the rain storm. She stayed where she was, in the kitchen, waiting for her tea to finish boiling. It was nothing, she was old enough to know that. Sitting down, she began to write back to Ron.
Creak.
This time, it was accompanied by what she thought were light footsteps. She froze, quill poised over her parchment. He her head snappd up and toward her wand which lay on the counter across the room. Mind reeling, she thought about getting up and seizing her chance to find what was making the noises when suddenly, the lights when out. Her hand fell slack, and the only noise was the quill dropping to the floor.
She feels his breathe down her skin and bones.
There was someone behind her; the sound of his breath echoed through the blackness, and the click and thud of his boots on the hardwood floor. A chill slithered its way down her spine and she made to get up and move, but tripped over the chair. Hermione's arms flew out before her, searcing for the ground. They found it with a hard smack. Groaning, she pulled herself up and in her desperate attempt to crawl in the direction of her wand, rough hands grabbed her, tightly squeezing her sides hard anough to make her yelp.
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you You're lost in darkness again
"Get up," he growled dangerously in her ear. That voice, oh where had she heard it before? It was painfully familiar. She squirmed in his grasp. "I said, get up!" Yelling now. Hermione did as she was commanded, blinking furiously in an attemtp to make out the scene before her. Were there others? Surely not, she had only heard one.
"Let go of me!" she gasped, only to had her mouth covered by a leather glove.
"Shut up, Granger," he hissed. Something jabbed her in the side and she recognized it to be a wand. Trying and failing to turn around to see who her attacker was, she tried to bite his hand. The man retaliated with a slap upside her head. Crying out in pain, she gave up and felt herself being forced through the darkness and out of her house.
*By her hair he drags her in the street He's free of other's eyes, there are no glances She cries for help with a gun to her cheek, But no one comes, nobody listens*
They were in Knockturn Alley, that much was sure. No one said anything as the man forced her through tenebrous alley ways and the black of night weighed in more than ever. The street lights were so dim; they casted an eerie glow over the man's features as she was forced up against a wall, her back connecting to it with a sharp crack.
"STOP!" she screamed. "Please stop it, you're hurting me!"
"Shut it," he growled, and she felt something sharp slice a line down the side of her cheek. She screamed as it started to sting and the warm, familiar feeling of sticky blood trickled down her neck. She tired to push him away with all her strength, but it was no use. Another gash, she felt, was cut into her arm.
"HELP!" she screamed, the word being cut off by her screams. Sickened by the smell and feel of blood, Hermione felt as though she were going to throw up. "Someone, PLEASE?"
"Shut it you whench," the man yelled. "No one's going to help a dirty Mudblood like you, not here." He pulled her roughly by the collar of her shirt and threw her to the ground. Her arms flailed in a attemped to break her fall. Screaming and sobbing from the pain and humiliation, Hermione frantically crawled around, only to find she was too weak from her new wounds to move. She collapsed onto her stomach and then felt herself being rolling over. Groaning, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"Sectumsempra," the man whispered. Agonizing and searing pains stabbed her in the chest, and she felt as though someone was ripping themselves from within her. Screaming and crying for help, she writhed in pain and kicked her legs out in front of her.
Her blood runs red all through the street.
Desperation. That's the only word he could use to describe the helpless, breathy gasps that escaped her mouth, the flailing of her arms and legs. The smell of blood was thick in the air, like rust and salt. Of course, he hadn't wanted to do this to her. Not her, especially her. So innocent, so kind and warm. So *intelligent*. She should have known better than to leave her wand unattended in times like these. She was supposed to be smart, was she not?
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
You're lost in darkness again
"Please," she gapsed, her body flexing and unflexing in weird, contorted motions. For a moment, he watched in horror, his black eyes wide, as she ceased to move and lay still, her breathing becoming slow and coming out in uneven, retched puffs. Oh the guilt he would suffer through that night, knowing he had caused such a beautiful, youthful witch such pain. It had been his duty to protect her - and her friends - but he had been ordered by the Dark Lord himself. It was this, or die.
He bent down and was about to siphon all the blood and end her suffering. It was such a simple curse, he thought. Two words, and her pain would be over.
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration.
He gave way and muttered the counter-curse to his own spell. She gasped and sobbed, inhaling sharply and moaning in pain. Her body constricted and convulsions were that of a seizure.
"Stop - stop it," she gasped, her eyes opening, wide and frenzied. The moon shone down on her; she was so pale. She let her eyes roll into the back of her head and she whimpered quietly he started working on her, first cleaning up the blood, and then healing her wounds.
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
The pain faded, and she felt as though she were floating. Was she dying? Her eyes refused to open, and the stinging pain seemed to turn into that of cool air drifting over her wounds. Her gasps subsided, and she felt somebody pick her up. Someone had come - someone had come to save her! She felt her body go limp, her head hanging loosely over the stranger's arms, a heavy feeling creeping into her arms.
"Help me," she whispered, the almost silents words hurting her throat. She forced her eyes open, and looked up at the man carrying her. The swishing of his cloak, soaked at the bottom from the wet streets and rain. And then to the pale colour of his face, the long, hooked nose, and the black boundless eyes that mirrored the murk of the Black Lake, swimming with danger. Her own, chocolate brown eyes widened and she began screaming and thrashing in his arms. This man, he wouldn't help her. This man, was who had hurt her in the first place.
Snape.
Crying out again
(No one knows how to find you)
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
(No one knows how to reach you)
You're lost in darkness You're lost in darkness again
~HGxSS~
So thanks for reading. I know it wasn't the best, and I didn't want it to be anymore gory than that, because I don't like that. I hope you guys did though. Also, in the line "she cries for help with a gun to her cheek*, just pretend it said "wand". :) Thanks for reading, review?