Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter J.K Rowling does.

Thanks goes to MariusDarkwolf for being an awesome beta.

Harry Potter was a right mess. For the last six days he had been consumed with guilt. His mind was filled with anguish and regret for what he had done. He was like a robot for those six days as he just did what was necessary for the day and stayed in bed. He never had a bath or shave and looked like a homeless dunk. He also found a stash of Ogden's Firewhisky that he cracked open and drank till he passed out. He had stopped going to the kitchen as whenever he did his eyes were always drawn to the chair that Blaise was tied to and to the spot on the floor where all the blood had once lay even though Kreacher had cleaned the whole room spotless.

Now on the seventh day though, that craving was entering his mind again, the need to kill, and murder, and commit sin. Harry woke up that day as usual and for the first time in a week he had a shower and a shave. He felt refreshed and clean as he munched on the breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast that Kreacher had set out for him. Physically he looked calm and in control but mentally Harry was fighting a losing battle. The guilt and anguish he had felt had been wiped away and all he felt was this craving. It was like an unquenchable thirst and an insatiable hunger. It tore at him mentally till he was wringing his wrists and sweating as if he was a drug addict waiting for his next fix.

Harry had looked outside in the hope of finding a Death Eater spying on him but sadly he found none. He did not know how he was going to defeat Voldemort and the Death Eaters while in this state. Finally though he just gave in just like last time and decided to apparate to the forest that Hermione, Ron, and he had camped in. He thought that he would kill a few of the animals there and sate the craving.

Hermione Granger was a woman on a mission. She was currently sitting at the kitchen table in Shell Cottage eating her breakfast of cereal and orange juice. As she ate her food in silence her mind was abuzz with what she was going to do later on in the day. She planned on apparating back to the camp site where they last were and she hoped and prayed that she would find Harry there.

Bill and Fleur had tried to oppose her decision but she had relented and they eventually gave in although both were rather worried about her. During her stay at Shell Cottage Hermione had found that Fleur was in fact not a bad person at all. She had helped Hermione by listening to her talk about what she had done with Ron and had given her some advice about what to do.

Hermione finished her breakfast and placed her dishes into the wash basin, then went back to her room and got her coat and a pair of gloves as the weather was rather cold. Hermione walked out of the cottage and stood watching the rough sea breaking against the rocks causing the water to fly in the air, she breathed in the fresh sea air and closed her eyes as she tried to save the image and the smell of this peaceful place. Hermione knew that once she apparated away she would not know what she was getting into and that she might die in this war, so she savored the moment for a while.

She walked towards the boundary of the house and stepped across breathing in deeply as she was now out of the protected area. She looked back at Shell Cottage where she saw Fleur standing outside watching her, Hermione gave her a nod and apparated away with a slight crack.

She had her eyes closed as she waited for the feeling of apparition to disappear without leaving her nauseous. Hermione slowly opened her eyes and saw that she was in a small clearing in the middle of the forest. The ground was covered in snow and the trees as well. She scouted around looking for any sign or any familiar object for her to deduce if she was at the right place.

Hermione walked around the area and realized that it was indeed the right place as she saw that there was a small shrub that she remembered from before. She even sensed the wards that she had put up herself. Oddly enough though she could not see the tent or in fact any clues that anyone had been staying there at all. At first Hermione thought that Harry had set up new wards, but when she crossed her original wards she still could not see the tent.

Hermione looked around the ground and saw that there were also no footprints beside her own new ones. She started panicking at what to do, and feelings of despair and sadness entered her heart; what if she would never see Harry again, where could he have gone to? Questions flew through her head at warp speed and she started feeling overwhelmed.

Hermione closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths calming herself down. She slowed down her thinking and began to think rationally. She realized that of course Harry would not stay there any longer, as he would not have trusted them after what they had done to him. Also there was hardly any food when they left, so he must have moved to another area closer to a muggle town. With all that running through her mind Hermione nodded to herself that Harry had just moved on and was not dead somewhere in a gutter. She made up her mind to go back to Shell cottage and wait there, maybe some news would come through about Harry.

She started walking back towards the spot she had apparated to but something caught her eye in the white snow. It was at the area where the tent mouth had been situated, and where they would light their fires. The thing that caught her eye was that the snow around that area was different, and looked as though it were contaminated.

Curious Hermione made her way towards it and to her surprise she saw that there was a patch of ground in the middle of the contaminated snow that had no snow at all. She knelt down and examined the area, she saw two patches of some dried red substance. Wondering what on earth it was and not coming up with anything conclusive, she cast an identifying spell to check what it was. When the spell gave its diagnosis Hermione's heart skipped a beat and her blood ran cold, the substance was blood.

Her breathing quickened as she forced herself to remember if she or Ron had ever cut themselves outside, she prayed that she would find a memory but to no avail. Tears welled up in her eyes as Hermione realized that the blood must have been Harry's. The blood was in two patches and subconsciously, Hermione realized that he must have been sitting there, and most probably slit his wrists. Her heart tore to pieces and anguish and horror filled her mind. She felt disgusted with herself at what she had done and what her actions had caused Harry to do.

Tears flowed down Hermione's face, and she started sobbing loudly as she realized that she would never be able to tell him that she loved him, she would never be able to beg for forgiveness and she would never see him again.

Hermione collapsed onto the ground crying her heart out, the snow from the ground causing her clothes to become wet but she did not care, her love was dead and it was all her fault. Trembling she woke up and realized that she should tell Bill and Fleur the news so that they could warn the others. Her tears blurred her vision and as she wiped them off with her hands she heard a seedy male voice coming from behind her

"Well…well…well what do we have here boys, a poor lonely lass crying her heart out."

She turned around and caught a glimpse of three men standing together but her world turned to darkness as a stunner hit her in the chest.

^v^

Slowly and groggily Hermione woke up wondering what the hell just happened. She tried to lift up her arms but it seemed as if something was holding them down. She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times to clear her view; when she peered ahead she felt fear like she had never felt before. She saw that two men were currently holding her hands down while the other was kneeling in between her legs. She tried to get up but the two men just pushed her down and one of them slapped her across the face. With her right cheek stinging from the smack she started screaming for help.

The one kneeling in front of her laughed at her and said "No one's going to hear you love. There is only you and us out here."

He then took out a long thin deadly looking knife and ran it along her cheek down to her neck; she shivered at the coldness of the steel as it glided across her skin. He grabbed the top of her jacket and ripped it open, snapping all the buttons; inside she was just wearing a t-shirt and her bra. He then ran the knife across her throat causing a slight red line to appear. Hermione flinched away as she struggled to escape again. Tears were now pouring down her face as she came to the realization that her innocence was going to be taken away by these three men, no not men but monsters. Her heart thumped in her chest and her mind was spinning as she felt terror and despair.

Hermione closed her eyes as she felt the knife tip at the top of her t-shirt. The man ran the knife down slicing it open revealing her black bra and her smooth silky skin. All three men groaned as they realized that they would soon be having fun with this witch. The man in front of her bent down and licked her collar bone moaning in pleasure as he tasted her. He then gripped the strap of material holding the bra together and ripped it apart, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her pink nipples hardened in the cool air becoming like pebbles. The men became restless at how slow the guy in the middle was taking and told him to hurry up. He flicked her nipples a couple of times and gripped her breast painfully, he laughed before trying to unbuckle her jeans. Hermione just closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen as she conceded losing all feeling and thought.

^v^

A crack disturbed the silence of the forest as Harry Potter apparated into an empty clearing. He looked around and realized that it was a clearing close to the one he camped in. Harry looked around seeking any living creature to kill, he scanned the trees, the ground, and the sky but found nothing. It was as if the forest was completely empty. Harry wanted to shout out in frustration but stopped when he heard a loud barking laugh. Someone was close, someone he could kill. Harry followed the sound and ran through the trees and shrubs not caring that he was getting cut and scratched by the branches. Finally he jumped into a clearing and immediately saw where the sound was coming from. He saw that two men were holding down a teenage girl while a third had his pants down and was about to rip off the girls knickers.

The men were so busy with what they were doing that they never even noticed him, they never stood a chance. Harry flicked his wrist and stunned all three men causing them to fly across the clearing and smash into the trees. He then caused ropes to bind them and gag them.

Harry walked closer to the girl and saw that she was almost completely naked. He looked at her face and got a complete shock, it was Hermione. He just stared at her in shock, wondering what the hell she was doing there.

As he mulled this over, his eyes lowered and gazed upon her body, she was a goddess. Her skin was pale and looked smooth and silky. Her breasts were of a perfect size and her nipples seemed to beg you to lick them. He looked lower and saw her knickers lowered slightly revealing a small bush of curly brown hair and finally to complete the package she had a pair of long and creamy slender legs. Harry shook his head and walked forward to help her but suddenly the voice returned in his head "Harry, what are you doing? You have such a great chance here and you want to let it go to waste?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I am not going to take advantage of her." Harry shouted back angrily in his mind.

"You know you want to Harry. Think about it, she has been with the weasel and most probably fucked him. You will never get a chance like this again." the dark voice said

Harry's eyes darkened as he imagined what Ron and Hermione must have done after they had left him "Hmm maybe you are right. Maybe this will be my only chance."

"Yes Harry fuck her. She will never know it is you." the voice tempted

Harry walked towards her and saw that she had passed out. He knelt before her and ran a finger slightly across her body indulging in her silky skin. But when he looked at face he snapped out of his funk and quickly stood up. He then spoke to the voice "No I will not do it. She will be mine, then I will have her."

The voice snorted at him and disappeared from his mind. Harry levitated Hermione off of the ground, and cast a drying and warming charm on her. He then repaired all her clothes and put them back on leaving her fully clothed.

"Kreacher." He shouted.

Immediately the old elf popped into the clearing. He looked around and his big eyes bulged out as he saw Hermione. "Kreacher I want you to take Hermione back to the house and put her in the master bedroom. I want you to give her a dreamless sleep potion and make sure that she stays warm at all time."

The elf just nodded at him and snapped his fingers causing Hermione to disappear along with him.

Harry looked up at the three gagged and bound men lying on the ground on the other side of the clearing. He walked towards them, his shoes making a crunching noise as he walked over the snow. He saw that the two men that had been holding down Hermione were starting to stir, but that the other guy, who appeared to be the leader, was still unconscious. He re-stunned the leader making sure that he was properly knocked out as he planned on taking him home for interrogation. The other two though had completely woken up and were thrashing about in fear and terror as they saw Harry standing over them.

He levitated them into the air and froze their bodies so that they could not move. He then removed their gags and immediately the two started screaming for help.

"Silence." Harry shouted at them, his eyes turning red again.

The two men immediately kept quiet and stared at Harry in utmost terror. One of them even had tears running down his face.

Harry started pacing in front of the men and began talking to them "You people have made me very angry. The reason for this is because the woman you were about to rape was the woman that I loved. For that I am going to kill you, very slowly and very painfully."

The men started pleading with him and begging for forgiveness but all their pleas fell on deaf ears. Harry slowly lifted his hands causing all the stones and anything heavy to levitate off the ground into the air.

Soon there was a swirling mass of debris circling the men and Harry. The two men looked on in awe at Harry's power, and looked on powerlessly as they knew that they were going to die soon. Harry then thrust his palms forward in the direction of the two men causing the mass of debris to hurtle towards them, it smashed into their bodies, battering them and ripping them apart. The mass of debris totally covered the men and blocked Harry's view of what was happening. After a few minutes Harry waved his hand causing the debris to slowly fall to the ground.

As Harry's magic was still holding them up in the air, the two men looked to be untouched but as soon as he released the spell their bodies exploded in a mass of blood, gore and bones. It rained down upon the clearing causing the snow to turn blood red. Harry just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of it hitting his face and skin.

With a smirk on his face Harry walked towards the leader who was still unconscious. Harry flipped him around so that he could not see him and enervated him causing him to wake up. Harry then whispered in his ear the address to Grimauld Place and then stunned him again. Harry then gripped him by the hair and looked around the clearing one last time before apparating to Grimauld Place with a crack.

^v^

Harry entered the warm house and dragged his captive towards the kitchen by the hair. He pushed the prisoner into the same chair that he tortured Blaise in, and bound him to it. Harry sat down on another chair and watched the man before him. He had pale skin, dirty brown hair with some stubble on his chin, and his eyes were like ice blue crystals. The clothes he wore seemed mismatched and would not have looked out of place on a homeless man.

Harry enervated him and watched as he slowly woke up. The man lifted his head blinking a few times to clear his sight as he looked around the room. He saw Harry watching him and immediately his face contorted into an ugly look with a sneer on his face.

"Well…well…well Harry Potter, the boy who lived. You will pay for what you have done. You made me loose such a good opportunity with that bitch."

Harry just stared at him with emotionless eyes, his face void of any emotions as well. He then spoke quietly to the man "That bitch has a name, Hermione Granger. She was once a good friend of mine and I once loved her."

The man smirked at him "Really Potter, does it irk you that I touched her before you. Imagine if you had not come to her rescue, right now I would have been buried deep in her delicious twat, fucking the shit out of her. Then I am sure the other two blokes would have been plowing her other holes."

Out of nowhere pain erupted in the left side of the man's face as Harry punched him. He saw stars in his vision and tasted the metallic taste of blood. He shook his head and spat out the blood on the floor then he looked at Harry with a sneer.

"Come on Potter, I am sure you can do better than that. Old Scabior here can take anything you can throw at him. But make it quick, I need to kill you and find that bitch and screw her to death"

Harry just tilted his head to the side and raised his hand up, his palm facing Scabior.

"Crucio."

Pain erupted throughout Scabior's body. He had been placed under this curse before by Bellatrix LeStrange but this was a hundred times worse. It felt as if his whole body was on fire and as if it was freezing all at the same time. Every inch of his body was in pain causing him to buck up in his seat. His screams reflected around the room which was music to Harry's ears.

After a few seconds Harry stopped the curse allowing Scabior to calm down as he slumped in his seat panting for air. He twitched every now and again as his nerves were still sensitive from the overload of pain.

"What are you? I mean you are certainly not a Death Eater, so what job do you do? At times like these the only people walking about without a care in the world are the Death Eaters."

Scabior just panted for air still in pain. Slowly he brought his head up and looked at Harry in the eye and spat some blood onto his face.

"Fuck you Potter. I'm not telling you anything."

Harry gave him a slight smile and said "Suit yourself. Just know that the longer you hold out, the longer the torture will be."

Harry then got up and walked towards the pantry. Inside he found a bag of salt which he took back to Scabior. He ripped open the back of Scabior's clothes causing his back to be exposed. Harry then got the knife that he had used on Blaise, and made long incisions along Scabior's back. Blood leaked out as Harry carved into the flesh like a skilled surgeon. Scabior just winced every time the metal touched his flesh; he did not want to give Harry the pleasure of hearing him scream. Alas though that all went out the window when Harry ripped open the bag of salt and poured out its contents onto Scabior's back.

Screams ripped through his throat as pain erupted from the open wounds on his back; it felt as if it was burning right through his skin. Harry just laughed at him and walked back to the front of him and sat down.

"You know Scabior I can make all the pain go away you just have to talk to me." Harry said nonchalantly as he inspected his finger nails.

"Never Potter." Scabior screamed trying to fight the pain.

Annoyed Harry used his magic to force the salt to go deeper into his skin causing the pain to triple. The pain grew so much that Scabior passed out. Harry enervated him and healed his back "Come now Scabior, I am sure that you don't want to be in more pain so why don't you tell me your secrets."

Defeated Scabior hung his head down and winced in pain before he muttered "Fine. I am part of a new program called the Snatcher program. You see the Dark Lord realized that the only people to ever speak his name were from the Order of the Phoenix. So he is devising a system where if anyone says his name they can be immediately tracked and all protective wards will fall around them. The snatchers are the people sent to pick them up."

Harry looked thought full at this new information before asking "And where would you take these people to?"

"We take them to where all prisoners are taken. Malfoy Manor." Scabior said

"Are there currently any prisoners there?" asked Harry

"Yes, there are currently two, Ollivander and some Lovegood girl."

Harry's head snapped up at the mention of Lovegood and realized that it must be Luna; sweet Luna was currently a prisoner at Malfoy Manor.

"What about Bellatrix and Vold…You Know Who. Have you ever seen them talking about anything of significance."

Scabior looked up deep in thought before replying "Yes, a week ago when I brought the Lovegood girl to the Manor I overheard the Dark Lord and LeStrange talking. He had given her a sword to put into her vault in Gringotts. He also was questioning her about a special cup that he asked her to keep safe years ago. Apparently this cup was extremely important to him and is also in the LeStrange vault."

"Interesting, tell me about Luna and Ollivander, what are the Death Eaters doing to them?" asked Harry

Scabior smirked "Ollivander I would not know, but I am sure that the girl is providing some entertainment for the men if you know what I mean."

Harry glared at him angrily. He then grabbed the knife and slit Scabior's throat. Scabior gasped in pain and started gasping, trying to breath. Blood gushed out of the wound spraying onto Harry, causing his face to become a crimson mask. As Scabior slowly died a painful death, Harry banished his body and cleaned both himself and the room. The craving disappeared as Scabior's life had left his eyes. Surprisingly Harry did not even feel remotely guilty or remorseful, he shrugged and thought it most probably because he was getting used to it.

Harry sat down back on his chair, deep in thought, totally lost to the outside world. The cup, which cup was so important to Voldemort that he had it kept safe in Gringotts. And then it hit him, Hufflepuff's cup, the one that Hepzibah Smith had, it must be a Horcrux. He had to find a way to get to the vault. Maybe tomorrow he would visit Malfoy Manor and Gringotts.

^v^

Hermione Granger woke up with a groan. Her head was spinning as she struggled to remember what had happened to her. Her limbs felt like they weighed a ton as she struggled to sit up. She opened her eyes and saw that she was currently lying down on top a comfortable bed in what appeared to be the master bedroom in Grimauld Place. Memories flooded her mind as she remembered what had happened before she blacked out in the clearing. Panic and anguish overcame her as she did a physical check over herself. Oddly enough she felt fine, there seemed to be not a scratch on her but she could have sworn that the men had bruised her a few times. Then she remembered briefly seeing someone else enter the clearing and stun the men before she passed out.

Hermione gingerly got up wondering how she had wound up in this house. She looked down and saw that her clothes had been removed and that she was actually wearing a pair of boy's pajama pants and an old Quidditch jersey.

Hermione stumbled along and stepped out into the corridor. Her bare feet hardly making a sound as she walked along the carpeted floor making her way downstairs in the hope of finding out who saved her. As she walked she noticed that the walls were cleaner and the house had a more homely feel to it. The silence of the house was deafening. As she walked she became more and more nervous as there seemed to be not a soul in the house.

She crept down the stairs slowly making sure not to wake up Mrs. Black's portrait and made her way to the kitchen. She saw the light illuminating from the doorway and made her way into the room. As she entered her eyes locked onto the one person she wanted to see most on this earth, Harry Potter was sitting at the kitchen table.

Without a second thought she ran towards him, Harry came out of his musing and noticed her running towards him, surprise etched on his face. As he stood up Hermione reached him and hugged him for dear life, she clung on to him as if he was a life line.

After a few seconds Hermione noticed that Harry was not hugging her back but was in fact just standing stock still. Slowly she stepped back from him and looked him in the eye. There was nothing there, his usual sparkling green eyes, which were once filled with life and happiness were now replaced by a dark green orbs which spoke of pain, darkness and death.

Harry just stared at her causing her to become more and more nervous.

"Why?" he asked in a deadpan voice devoid of all emotion.

Hermione flinched at his voice and tried to think of what to say, how was she to explain why she left. "I…I don't know."

"Tell me, do you know what you did to me when you chose him?" his voice hardening slightly.

Hermione just stood there unable to answer him stuttered out "I was a fool Harry. I made the wrong choice. Please Harry I'm so sorry."

Suddenly Harry smashed his fist against the wooden table causing her to jump up in surprise and shock, when she saw Harry though that turned to fear as she saw the anger in his eyes.

"You are sorry. While you were busy with your idiot boyfriend, probably shagging him, I was suffering in that damn tent, alone and desperate." Harry screamed at her.

Hermione shrank back in fear as she saw him vent out his anger at her but she steeled herself as she knew that she deserved it.

Harry walked towards her and lifted his hand and for a second Hermione thought that he was going to hit her but he just lowered his sleeves to show her to odd signs that were burnt into his wrist.

"Do you see this? This was caused because of you. You drove me to this."

Hermione stared at the signs and whispered out in a small quite voice "What is it?"

"This is the sign of the devil. You see after you left, I had nothing, I was hopeless, the one person that I truly loved had betrayed me. So I slit my wrists, I committed suicide. I could not bear to live in this god forsaken world anymore, I just wanted out."

Harry stopped talking and walked towards one of the cabinets lining the walls; he came back with a bottle of firewhisky and began drinking from the bottle. Hermione meanwhile was standing in complete horror at what Harry had just said, what had she done, she had caused this. Tears cascaded down her face unnoticed by her.

"Then as I was about to die he came, the devil. He had come to take my soul away, to Hell where all suicides go. But instead He made a deal with me; if I helped to get rid of You Know Who then my time in the afterlife would be more pleasant."

"Ther…There must be a cure, I am sure we can save you. There has to be something in the library." Hermione stuttered.

With that Harry gave a hallow laugh and finished the bottle which he threw onto the wall smashing it into bits. "There is a book in the Black library; it tells you all about what happens when you make a deal with Him, the hunger to kill, the anger, the hatred. It consumes you."

His anger now dissipated, his features softened a bit as he looked at Hermione standing there with tears streaming down her face. He shook his head and walked towards the door and at the doorway he stopped and spoke to her in a calm voice "You should get some sleep, we will talk more tomorrow. Also, do not worry about what happened today, those men did not do anything to you and will never do anything to you again because I have killed them."

With that he was gone. Hermione stumbled towards a chair and collapsed in it. Tears streamed down her face as she replayed what he had said to her. Her heart was now in pieces as she felt guilt and regret. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed loudly.

Hermione sat and cried there for 5 long minutes before she got up, and dragged herself up the stairs as if in auto pilot and into the room she had used back in fifth year. As she got under the covers she remembered that Harry had said something when he was shouting at her. He had said that the person that he loved had betrayed him. She sat up in shock. Harry had loved her. He had actually loved her. With that in mind Hermione promised that tomorrow she would try to find a cure for him in that book and that even if he did not speak to her again she would always love him.

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