Hey guys, I'm BACK! Now, if the previous chapter disturbed you, I'd tell you to stop reading everything marked as Angst/Hurt & Comfort. Now, this chapter is more graphic and disturbing, hence the reason it's rated M for MATURE! Okay, now, to tie up some loose ends from the previous chapter, yes, Severus's father, Tobias, beat and raped his mother until Severus stepped in and told him to stop, therefore causing his own father to turn the abuse on him. Now that Hermione's mother is dead, her father has picked up on alcoholism, and now he has taken out his rage and confusion on his only daughter, Hermione. Now, enjoy the story, and remember that I so DO NOT OWN!
"Hermione, come out, come out, wherever you are." Hermione's father softly whispered, stumbling around with a kitchen knife in his hand; the one that her mother used to slice up tough meat. It was one that could easily slice her own skin, no matter how tough she was. She was in the closet, hiding, but able to see through the crack, praying that her father couldn't see or hear her staggered breathing. Hermione had never been so terrified in her entire life. Why would her father do this to her? All she had to do was hold out until next month and she'd be allowed to go back. How would she convince her father to allow her to go without yet another beating, though? Suddenly, the pantry door was yanked open, revealing her grinning father. She squeaked softly in surprise.
"Found you, you little bitch!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her closet. Hermione went to reach for her wand, but felt nothing but air, and then realized that her father had taken it from her and locked it up in his safe.
"No, please don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!" Hermione screamed, but received a hard punch to the face in return, causing her face to swing to the right.
"Shut up! You're being a bad girl, and when little girls are bad, they get punished!" She fell quiet, softly whimpering in pain and fear out of what her father was going to do to her. Then, he pulled her by her hair to the ground and kicked her stomach and gut. She hadn't had anything to eat or drink in four days; she was so hungry, that she was almost thankful for the new physical pain to take her mind away from her hunger and thirst. He continued to kick and beat her until she coughed up and enormous amount of blood and blacked out.
Severus was irritated; he had to stay at Hogwarts and there were only two children from third year staying. They were Hufflepuffs; disgusting. Severus never liked the Hufflepuffs, they cried too much, they were far too nice, they weren't particularly smart, and they liked to whine too often. In fact, no one really likes that house anyways.
"Oh, Severus, you're just the man I was looking for!" Snape's scowl got even deeper as he recognized Dumbledore's obnoxious voice.
"What do you want, you old coot?" He hissed. Dumbledore just smiled and put an arm around Severus's shoulders in a fatherly way; a way that his father never had.
"It turns out that we need the Gryffindor Head Girl here earlier than usual. I need to speak to her about something." Severus's eyes narrowed; there was something that Dumbledore wasn't telling him, but he'd find out what was going on soon. Dumbledore took out a crumbled up piece of parchment and handed it to Severus; he snatched it out of the old coot's hand and immediately apparated to the address. The house that he came to was very nice. In fact, this was just like the mansion/ houses that his mother lived in. The Prince Manor actually belonged to him now, since he was the only Prince left in the entire world. Anyways, he has work needed to be done; he needed to get Hermione.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! Please, please stop!" Hermione had never been in this much pain. Well, maybe with the Cruciatus Curse, but that was different; that wasn't really true physical pain. This was real, genuine pain. She'd only been cut up with a dagger by Bellatrix once, but that still didn't make her fear of knives and sharp objects leave her. Now, her own father had a knife to her arms, with dark blood staining the carpet flowing from her legs where he had already cut her. She was starting to feel dizzy, but she wouldn't let herself pass out, for she knew that her father would hurt her even worse and maybe even rape her; he's already done it. It happened the last time she blacked out. She woke up on the ground with blood and other… substances stained on the ground of the basement. Her clothes were in a torn pile beside her and her father was passed out on the couch upstairs, so she went up to her room, her sanctuary and put on some fresh clothes after taking a shower. It seemed as though she'd never get clean in her entire life, so she scrubbed and scrubbed until she felt herself bleeding from the rough rag that she was using. But… it felt good, somehow. It felt like that little bit of pain was taking her out of her personal hell that she was being forced to live in. So she took her light blue razor and started at her stomach and waist. Soon, the pain got too severe and she stopped, horrified at what she'd just done. She dried herself off and changed. Hermione promised herself that she'd never do that to herself again.
Hermione's father kept a tight grip on his daughter's wrist as he continued to mutilate her creamy skin. Suddenly, he heard a uniformed knock on the door and he tossed an unconscious Hermione back on the ground and went to answer the door. He pulled the door back, revealing an extremely dark and tall-looking man. He didn't look very happy.
"What do you want?" Hermione's father demanded. The man looked inside and gasped at the sight of his former student lying on the ground, surrounded by her blood.
"Well, sir, I'm your daughter's former professor, and I've been given strict orders to bring her back, and now I see why." Severus spat. He was sickened; Granger's father was the only one who could've done this, after all, he was the one covered in her blood as well as holding the bloody knife.
"Well, my daughter is fine, now if you'd just leave, I have unfinished business to tend to." Her father went to shut the door in Snape's face, but he blocked it with his foot.
"Well, Mister Granger, I'm afraid that that won't be happening." Then, a knife came swinging at his neck, but years of being a Death Eater gave him very good reflexes. Snape caught the knife by the handle and wrenched it out of Granger's father's hand and kicked him out of the way, walking over to Hermione, picking her up, and apparating to Hogwarts.
Hermione stirred, she was in a bed. It was very soft, but she didn't recognize the silk sheets. She slowly opened her eyes and gingerly sat up; she knew automatically that she was in Hogwarts, but she had no clue what room she was in. She heard someone next door fumbling with the door and she looked around for any kind of weapon to maim the assailant when her gaze fell on her wand. Her eyes widened in shock, but now weren't the right time to question safety. She grasped it and as soon as the door opened she fired a hex, not hitting the person, but she heard the person curse.
"Fuck!" It said. The person sounded like her professor. Hermione lowered the wand and quietly peeked around the corner where Snape was clutching his wand, ready to aim at the attacker, but saw that it was Hermione and relaxed.
"Sorry professor," she lowered her eyes in shame, but he just brushed it off.
"It's fine, and there's no need to call me that, you are my apprentice, you may call me either Snape or Severus." She nodded and walked away from him, terrified that he was going to hit her for taking aim at him, but he just walked over to her, causing her to flinch and raise her arms protectively. Snape immediately stopped and whispered,
"What did he do to you?" She didn't answer, but felt him gently poke into her mind, and look around, finding the memories, but didn't go through them until she said it was okay.
"No, father, please don't do this to me!" Severus saw Hermione's father continue to beat her and tried to force himself on her, but Hermione kneed him between the legs and got yet another punch to the face in return.
"You fucking, little bitch!" Her father screamed at her. Hermione flinched and tried to run away, but her father grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. Hermione screamed in pain as she felt her hair being pulled out by the roots. "What did I say about disobeying me?" She flinched again and her father yanked her to her knees and began forcing her to perform fellatio on him.
"NO!" Hermione screamed, and forced Severus out of her mind. They were both breathing hard and Snape stared at Hermione while trying to catch his breath.
"Why would he do that to you, Hermione? Why?" She didn't answer until he asked her again.
"I don't know! Maybe you should ask him!" She cried, but immediately quieted, knowing that no student had ever spoken to a professor like that, and even though she was no longer a student, it was still disrespecting a man twenty years her senior. But Snape didn't snap at her for losing her temper, he just gave her a sympathetic look and gave her a quick, but gentle hug. She was speechless.
"Don't ever mention that again." He said through his teeth tightly, and walked away. Hermione was shocked, but didn't say anything, just walked to her bed and passed out again.
"Why on Earth would you hug her, you idiot? Now she'll be even more hateful towards you!" Severus Snape wasn't a man full of sentimental shit; he never gave hugs, and rarely ever tolerated them, but Hermione Granger was a different story. She had to go through what he did as a child. She knew what it felt like to be beaten, although he wished she never had to go through it, but everyone just feels like they can relate even when they can't. Why do humans have to feel like they can help when, in reality, they can't? Now, Hermione knew what it was like, but she probably would never want to talk about it; he never did. The one big thing he was grateful for, was that she wasn't raped, at least, he hoped not; she didn't let him see all of her memories, but he didn't blame her. But if her father did rape her, he'd go and tear him limb from limb. If a man has to rape his own daughter to get a release, then that's a sick and desperate man. Just like his father….
Severus was locked in the basement. He hadn't been fed in so long that he didn't care anymore. His mother was upstairs cooking dinner for his son of a bitch, Muggle father. Suddenly, the door to the basement opened, and his father came down the steps, carrying a large knife. Where he had gotten it, Severus had no clue.
"Get off of the floor, Snivels; you look like a fucking pussy." Severus got off of the ground as quickly as he could, but as usual, that wasn't fast enough, and his father took his arm and sliced it. Severus stayed quiet; he learned quite a while ago that if he made any sort of sound of pain, he'd get an even worse beating, so he stayed silent. He was already naked; 'easy accesses as his father put it. In seconds, it seemed, his father had his pants down and he grabbed Severus's hips and held him still while he shoved into his ass. Severus nearly cried out, but he silently sobbed, knowing that the more he cried, the longer it'd take for his father to be done with it. His father never was, though. It took him 10 more agonizingly slow-moving minutes for him to be done with it. He pulled up his own trousers and smacked Severus hard, but he was used to it.
"You're my bitch, you're nothing else. I don't even see why Hogwarts even wanted you. You're NOTHING!" Severus let his tears fall as he ducked his head. When his father left, he casted a wordless Scourgify on his body; he had to master wandless and wordless magic at a very young age to be able to heal and clean his body and wounds.
"Why can't I just die?" He whispered to no one in particular. "Why can't I just escape?" No one answered him, of course.
Severus felt a sharp pain in his chest as he remembered yet another repressed memory. It was all beginning to come back to him in small quantities. The first memory was of him watching his father kill his mother and blaming him in the process and then raping him. The next was of the first time he saw his father rape his mother and then take a beating for himself; knowing that he was protecting his mum. This was the third memory that was suppressed and brought back to the surface. This needed to stop now. It's getting out of hand.
Hermione was taking a shower. It turns out; this would be where she'd be staying during her apprenticeship with Snape. It was very luxurious and grand. She had tons of things in her bathroom that she could possibly need; endless supply of shampoo and conditioner, body wash, bath salts, bubble bath stuff, washcloths, fluffy towels, and a huge supply of razors and feminine products. In fact, now that she thought of it, she should've had her period about two weeks ago. She'd never been irregular, what if…. Her mind raced and she washed her body and stepped out of the shower, drying off and charming her hair dry. She conjured up a pregnancy test. Please don't say yes, please don't say yes… She peed on the tester and anxiously waited as the outcome said "+".