Chapter 3- Relived
"Professor? Harry said that you wanted to see me?" I stepped into room three, wincing when the door slammed shut.
"Professor!" I called again, but no one answered. I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise and just as I turned around, a wand was pressed to my temple.
"Stupefy!"
The world fell black.
I woke soon after, lying on a stone cold floor. The room was black as night and I couldn't see my hand in front of me. I took in a deep breath, calming my nerves. I never saw who attacked me. Who could it be? How could anyone get inside Hogwarts unnoticed?
A bolt of lightning lit the room, and I saw there was a tiny rectangle window about fifteen feet high. I was in some kind of basement. That didn't make sense because most wizarding house didn't even have basements. They were usually just five levels high so there wasn't a need for one. The older house would have them because magic wouldn't have advanced enough to build such grand houses.
So I was in an old house, most likely a pureblood's, and it was freezing. I couldn't think of anyone specific but that didn't mean much. There were at least fifty known death eaters gallivanting around London. Not to mention those the order didn't know about.
A loud crack made me jump. I peered into the darkness looking for its source, but I just couldn't see!
"Mudblood."
Dread hit me like a bucket of water. I knew that voice. How could I not?
"Lucius." I said, feeling a lot more afraid than I sounded. His outraged hiss filled the room along with some light.
"You dare speak my name?" He asked, his gray eyes flashing with a murderous rage.
"You spoke mine!" I pointed out rudely. I knew he thought I was inferior and deserved on the title of 'Mudblood'.
"So true, I see you've accepted what you are?" He said happily. I nodded, sadly. I accepted that I was born of muggle parents and that there was no explanation as to why I had magic. I also accepted that I was a Mudblood, but I continuously failed to see why that was a bad thing. There wasn't some wizard out there who I took magic from. No one suffered loss of their magic. It was a mystery that no one understood and now pureblood freaks like Lucius Malfoy feared us.
"Well that's something. Now up."
I remained where I was. It didn't bother me that he could kill me instantly, without hesitation, and even enjoy it. I smiled up at him, rubbing my hands nervously against my worn jeans. I felt filthy but being on the floor for hours would do that to you.
"Very well. Crucio!" a brownish light erupted from his wand and hit me in the chest. He wasn't very intelligent, because there'd been a cure for this curse. It took fifteen years to perfect, too. I still felt all the pain, but my body didn't react to it. So it wouldn't cause muscle damage and it reduced the nerve damage as well. Every order member had been given it, along with most of Hogwarts staff and students.
He looked at his wand and back at me. My eyes weren't even watering and I could actually smile through the pain. I hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before in my life. Harry had tried to explain to me what it felt like and now I could see it was impossible to understand unless you experience it yourself.
He cast again and again and again, growing so frustrated as to kick me. I could feel that and flinched.
"You can be physically harmed? Well I'll have to resort to drastic measures, but you'll tell me what I want to know."
He put his wand away and gripped my arm. I couldn't exactly fight his hold. He was so strong. I saw that there were chains hanging down from the ceiling. I struggled but he had them around my wrist before I could work up enough strength.
He pulled out his wand again and I suddenly felt colder than before. I looked down at myself in horror. I was completely naked. No one piece of clothing on my body from head to toe. I shivered willing him to put them back or put something, anything on my body. I just wanted him to stop looking!
I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bare the embarrassment. Inside, deep down, I was seething with anger and humiliation. I wanted to kick him while he was down and make him as vulnerable as I was.
I felt the tip of his wand skim down the valley between my breast and I shivered in horror. What was he doing? Surely he wouldn't want to touch me? I'm a filthy Mudblood to him. The wand moved lower and lower and I started to panic. This wasn't happening, wasn't happening! He stopped and I heard a button unsnap.
I knew what he was going to do. I knew the moment he took off my clothes, but it was a harsh reality I wanted to avoid until I absolutely had to face it. How could I bare this; the ultimate violation of any women?
I felt him move closer and then I felt him against me, in the most horrid way. He was really going to do it.
I couldn't let him without a fight. He shoved himself inside me, violently, ripping something vital of mine along the way. I screamed, but broke off into a laugh at the utter ridiculousness of the situation. It hurt more than I thought it would and tears were streaming down my face.
"Shh, it'll be fine, Mudblood, don't cry. It only hurts for a second." He was rattling the chains with every thrust and I felt like it was a knife that he was shoving inside me.
"I can't wait to tell Draco about his father. We're great friends these days. He has to force women to get some. I wonder where the lovely wife is while her loving husband fucks a Mudblood." I said in a broken whisper.
He snarled and unhooked my wrist from the chains, all the while still managing to pound inside me without pause. He got off on torturing me this way. The sick bastard.
He pulled out of me and threw me down onto the floor. He was still exposed and I closed my eyes again, wishing that I could erase the memory from my mind. I was sure it would be with me forever.
He gripped my upper arms and I hit a small table flat on my back. The air was knocked out of me and I gasped. He laughed maliciously at my pain and put restraints on my ankles and wrist before I could breathe again. It was scary how easily he could over power me. Not because of magic, but because of his natural strength. He was a scary man, not just a scary wizard.
Two clicks sounded and echoed in the room and then something that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
A slight prick of pain slipped into my mind and then more. I opened my eyes and saw him just as he pushed himself inside me again. He had a knife that was completely black, from handle to blade. I drew and x on my hip where he was gripping me hard enough to bruise.
Something was moving inside me. It felt like a worm slithering under my skin. I'd never felt anything like it before. He drew dozens more all over my body, the same crawling feeling after each one. It hurt, but nowhere near as much as the forced pleasure or the torture curse.
"That's a good girl; I knew you'd behave once I broke you in."
I hissed at him and struggled against the metal restraints holding me down. It only added to his pleasure because I'd accidently moved my hips along with his. My stomach rolled with disgust as he made pleasure filled moans. His hands gripped harder, making it more painful, though the act itself hadn't been bad for the past hour. He never tired, only gained pleasure. He had to have done some spell or something, because it wasn't natural. He moved my hips himself, and I could do nothing to resist.
He let out his loudest moan yet and I felt him tense up inside me. Bile rose in my throat but I willed myself not to vomit. I could choke and die on it because I couldn't turn. He wouldn't like it either.
He gripped the knife and I clenched my eyes closed. I didn't want to see it coming. It was bad enough watching the rapture on his face as he stole his pleasure from my body.
These cuts hurt more than the last, but I think my nerves were just too tired to react the right way.
He was carving something on my stomach. I couldn't tell what it was and I was too afraid to look.
"I have a very famous friend of yours to help kill in ten minutes so you'll have to wait until I get back for some more fun." He said with happiness. I felt blood dripping off my body and into the metal table I was laying on.
"Goodbye Mudblood, I'll see you soon."
He dressed me first, and I was glad to have my clothes back on.
I pulled in a breath and let out a shocked sob. He was gone. It was over for now. I just had to escape, I needed too or else he would kill me, if not sooner than definitely later.
I pulled on my restraints and turned my head to see what was holding me down. It was a rusted restraint that looked decades old. It'd been awhile since I'd seen something so obviously muggle in the wizarding world.
It was my lucky day. I pulled with as much strength as I could and almost fainted with relief when the rusted metal ripped form the table. I wished I would have fought more while he was hurting me. Not that it would have helped. It would have made him make new restraints that I couldn't break through. I did the same with my left wrist and ankles.
I got up and almost gave up. I hurt so much to walk. I forced myself to the door, hoping and praying he hadn't locked it. He thought I was chained up so it was possible. Apparently everyone was heading to the final battle, set on helping Voldemort kill Harry. I couldn't let that happen. That could never happen.
I pulled on the door and to my astonishment it open easily. He hadn't locked it. That stupid bastard had left the door unlocked.
I didn't waste any time, I moved as fast as I could out the door without a look back.
It wasn't surprising that I woke up screaming and with tears running down my face. I'd been trying so hard to keep it from my nightmares. I took dreamless sleeping potions for the last three months and it must be out of my system now.
I saw that Malfoy was wide awake and staring at me in shock and some mixture of pain. I recoiled away from his gaze and fell out of my bed. Madam Pomfrey came running out of her office, looking half asleep.
"I heard screaming! What happened? Miss Granger why are you on the floor? You better not have slept there." She said sternly. I looked at her incredulously. Why in the world would I sleep on the floor?
"No, I had a nightmare was all. Sorry I woke everyone. I think I'll go back to my room." I said softly, putting my hands out of view so she couldn't see them shaking. My muscles were cramping, a side effect from the torture curse. It was minimal because of the antidote we all took, but it still hurt every once and a while.
"Was it about my father?" I turned to Malfoy and glared hatefully.
"Of course not. I don't dream about monsters." He didn't react at all.
"You said, 'Lucius.'"
I paled and avoided Madam Pomfrey's eyes.
"It's none of anyone's business. " I snapped. I wanted a long shower and more sleep, after drinking more Dreamless sleep potion.
"You said that's a good girl; I knew you'd behave once I broke you in." He said fearfully, looking sick to his stomach.
Why, oh why had I talked in my sleep? Why!
"It was nothing. I murdered him; you shouldn't be worrying over why I had a meaningless nightmare over it." I snarled, and before anyone could call me back I ran from the room. Harry and Ron would understand about my mom and the scars if anything got out about it.
Harry was sitting on the sofa in the common room when I came running through the door. He looked shocked to see me.
"Hermione! I thought you wanted to go home?"
I sat down next to him, sighing.
"The day of the final battle you gave me a note. Do you remember?"
Harry nodded with a look of confusion on his face. "McGonagall wanted to see you."
"McGonagall never wanted to see me. It was a trap." I whispered, as softly as I could. Harry would feel guilty over this.
Harry's green eyes narrowed in anger. He stood towering over me with unsuppressed rage. I was stunned to see such anger radiating from him. I'd never seen anything like it.
"Who. Took. You." He snarled, clenching his fists. He must have put together my four hour absence before the battle now.
"Lucius Malfoy." I choked out. I was too afraid to lie to him. Just as quickly as his anger came, it disappeared.
"What did he do, Hermione? Don't leave anything out. I won't get angry, I promise."
I let out a shuddering breath and relaxed. I could do this. I just had to trust Harry. I had for the past eight years.
"It's not a happy story Harry. Not at all."
But Harry knew that. No one who grew up in this war had happy stories. I realized another thing too. The possession had pushed the memory of my killing Lucius Malfoy to the front of Malfoy's mind. The possession had pushed my attack to front on my mind as well. There was another thing we went through together.
Why did it have to be us? Why not Ron and Lavender? No one knew how long this would last either.
I shook my head sadly. Harry was waiting expectantly. It was time to tell the truth, if only to help me forget again.
"I was stunned when I walked into room three…."
A/N:I hope everyone understands this chapter, because it explains a lot. I thought some background information was needed. Celia and Lucian will make an appearance in the next chapter. Review please!
