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Severus entered the dark room, looking up begrudgingly to see which Death Eater was violating the young girl now. When he glanced to the rug however he almost froze in shock but reminded himself where he was.
"My Lord?" he asked inquisitively, seeming intrigued.
"Severus we've been waiting. I saved the Potter girl, so you could be first." drawled the red-eyed man as he held out an arm, gesturing to her as if she were new furniture. Hermione's eyes flickered towards him from the rug, screaming to him silently. Severus stepped forward, the only way he could save her from Death or matters worse. He needed to do something. As he made his way surely towards her, Voldemort's almost impatient voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Severus" he called, holding out a small dagger.
"Use it." he chimed, satanic.
Snape felt his stomach churn. Hermione wailed. Taking the knife he stretched out on top of her.
"Mudblood." he sneered, portraying hate with close to inadequacy. Her eyes, scared that he was betraying her bore into him.
"Lie back." he snarled. She did as she was told.
He ripped her pants from her, leaving her bottom half bare, in his mind trying to decipher the horrific inevitable. Parts of her body flicked through his mind as he tried to decide where to cut. This beautiful body beneath him that he treasured each time he had made love to her. He was going to be sick, in fact bile was rising up to his mouth but he swallowed it back.
He had now unbuttoned his pants and was pumping, trying for an erection. His body defied his mind. He slid in relentlessly and she was choking on her breath, unable to accept this was happening, staring at the blade. He leant over her. He wanted her to open her eyes, look up at him through his black curtain of hair so he could look back into those beautiful orbs with his undeserving ones and show her he didn't mean any of this. But she didn't and he could fell the impatience radiating from the Dark Lord. As horrifying as it was, he slid the knife across a small section of her wrist, as gently as one could.
She couldn't deal with the pain, torture and deceit anymore. She couldn't find the energy to scream. She could not find one spec or glimpse of life inside of her. All that was left was a darkness. A darkness filled with a gale that fought against her. Whirled around her and eventually ripped and burned her into ashes. This gale was the thought that she hated Severus, that she wished him dead. Yet something, deep inside her loved him still and wanted plainly just to hold him. But this could not happen either so she could only resort to one thing andthis one thing would mean seperation from him forever. That was what ripped her inch from inch inside.
"Kill me. Just kill me. It's not worth it anymore." she croaked.
Where is the Order? he cursed inwardly. They know where we are and said they would come for her! He too wanted to scream, roar. He also felt bile creeping slowly back to greet his throat at what she had just uttered to him but he swallowed once again.
Feigning loss of mental control and gaining pleasure, but really raging with anger, he slid the blade across the stone floor as far away from her as he could and with some effort, came. He didn't want to move away, he needed to save her. He didn't want to view his doing. But he couldn't linger. Standing up and zipping his trousers Severus cleared his throat.
"She's loose Yaxley, nothing you would like very much" he mused, wanting to throw himself off the astronomy tower.
"Yes and she screams too much" replied Yaxley plainly.
"Maybe later." he said wandering away without another thought.
"Severus." Voldemort spoke up.
"Yes my Lord?" Severus asked as calmly as he could play calm at this stage.
"She needs more time in the dungeons."
Severus nodded, striding to Hermione and picking her up. He quickly paced from the room, holding her far from his body, as if disgusted by her, until they were alone. He then stroked the hair from her face gently, shedding only the small tears he could risk releasing.
"Hermione" he whispered but she simply kept her eyes scrunched closed. He closed the door to the stairway of the dungeons and made his way down quickly. Once inside he lay her gently on the floor looking over her cuts. Knowing Gareth was there he whipped out his wand and stunned him, knocking him unconscious.
"Hermione" he whispered desperately "I know you despise me now more than anyone you will ever despise but I promise you-" her eyes flickered, still closed, he choked slightly. "- I promise that I would never do that willing to anyone, especially you."
She said nothing. Did nothing.
"The Order is coming for you now, I've told them to come. Is that clear? You won't have to be near me any longer."
He waited for her to reply, just so he knew she was aware she would be saved. She began to shake her head violently.
"What is it?" he asked, barely able to speak.
"I don't want to be saved; I have nothing to live for anymore. Please, just kill me here." she spoke of such things as if she were asking the time. A simple request. But he fought for her.
"No Hermione. You won't die tonight. You're going to live a long plentiful life. You will have libraries dedicated to you, a husband who can provide everything you need and desire. A life without me." he added finally.
As he looked her over he couldn't help but rage and think for only a moment that he would kill slowly and painfully whoever had done this to her yet when he snuck out of his momentary denial, his body threatened to crumble.
He continued to speak to her, trying to fill her mind with images of warmth and love so she would forget her predicament. Mid sentence he heard crashes from upstairs. Along with Remus Lupin's, Kingsley's and many other member orders voices.
"See Hermione, they're here." He had resorted to speaking to her as if she was a child and he her mother in his state of shock. He removed his cloak wrapping it around her. Kingsley stumbled down the dungeon stairs with his wand alight.
Severus scooped Hermione into his arms, frantically handing her to Shackelbolt.
"Take her - " he whispered hurriedly. " Now! Don't wait for the others."
Shakelbolt nodded, disapperating.
Severus, picturing how he had just seen her, remembering that it was him who had done it to her and knowing this would be the last time he would ever see her or speak to her, finally leant over and wretched, vomiting in the cold dungeons.
