Hello all. Once again, this chapter has been edited to make more sense.

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This is your last chance to BACK OUT if VIOLENCE, GORE and SEXUAL ABUSE are triggering to you.


Hermione groaned as the fell back into her bed that morning.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Harry as he and CeCe cuddled next to Hermione.

"I don't feel good," Hermione replied, snuggling closer to her two best friends her hugged her back, "I think I got my period," she continued.

Harry gagged and jolted away, "Maybe warn me next time," he said.

CeCe rolled her eyes, "He's joking. I had my period last week and we still had sex."

Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste, "Why do you guys insist on telling me these things? Did I ask to know about your sex life? No. No I absolutely bloody did not." She got up, "I'm going to shower. You have thirty minutes to get our ya-yas out."

"Ya-yas?" CeCe questioned as she heard the water run in the bathroom.

"It's a 90's thing," Harry said shrugging as he pulled a fresh set of boxers on.


Hermione wanted to throw up. Her uterus was punishing her, suddenly Antonin Dolohov wouldn't stop talking to her, she hadn't gotten her lesson on the first try in Transfiguration or Charms, and her head was absolutely aching. Classes were finally done for the day and she wanted nothing more than to place a warming charm on her belly and lie in bed with a book and a good cuppa.

She was walking when she heard something peculiar. A groan? A whine, perhaps? She stopped and peaked into the room before realizing that it was crying.

"Hello?" she asked, after all she was Head Girl and Head Girls helped their peers.

All she got was a sniffle in response so she called out again.

"Leave me alone!" came a watery reply.

Ah, Myrtle. Myrtle was a fourth year Ravenclaw who always seemed to be crying about something, so this was no surprise. She was more like a Hufflepuff than a Ravenclaw, always sniffling away about something not worth being upset over. Something tugged at her brain but she ignored it. Hermione sighed before continuing, "Myrtle, it's me, Hermione. Open the door, please."

"No!" Myrtle exclaimed petulantly.

Hermione sighed deeper and finally whispered the unlocking charm and opening the door.

"Myrtle? What happened?"

Realizing there was no way to get rid of Hermione, Myrtle began bawling again and hugged her tightly. "Olive Hornby was making fun of my glasses, again."

Hermione tried to stay patient but inwardly rolled her eyes, "Myrtle, Olive Hornby is a mean spirited, bigoted, biatch. I've already told you this. She and her gang only pick on you because you cry every time. If you ignore her, she'll leave you alone."

"But-But, she called me a m-m-mudblood!" Myrtle stammered.

Hermione froze, "What?" she whispered.

Myrtle broke down in tears all over again.

That was when Hermione remembered. Olive Hornby. Myrtle Warren. Moaning Myrtle. Second floor bathroom. And they were both muggleborns. Something horrible was about to happen, and she needed to get Myrtle out of the bathroom before Tom returned from the Chamber with his pet demon.

"Listen, Myrtle, why don't we continue this in my dorm? I have tea, cookies and Harry just made a batch of delicious cupcakes for me."

Myrtle just continued to cry. "I don't want him to see me like this. I've been crying and-and your brother is so cute. And I'm so ugly!" She went into histrionics again. This girl needed a serious self-esteem boost, and Hermione promised she would give it to her if she would just leave the damn bathroom.

"Well, I can show you some beauty charms, and maybe a way to fix your eyes without your glasses. And we can do a face mask. How about that? Come now, Myrtle, okay?" Hermione opened the door and quickly cast a charm to reveal if anyone or anything else was in the bathroom. When nothing happened she peeked her head out the door and grabbed Myrtle quickly, pulled her towards the exit of the bathroom. She had to get her out, now, or neither of them would live to see the next hour.

Myrtle seemed confused as to why they were rushing. She became even more confused when the sink seemed to fall into the floor of the bathroom. She turned towards Hermione who was studiously leading them towards the door. She looked back, and there was the most handsome, delicious-

"Tom?" asked Myrtle, "This is a girl's bathroom," she said.

Hermione panicked, "Myrtle, don't!" she shrieked, but the young girl was already dead on the floor.

Tom hissed gleefully and Hermione quickly summoned a mirror for herself and backed away.

"This is what happens when you disobey me, Hermione."

Hermione began to shake. "She was only 14! You're disgusting!"

"She's a mudblood," Tom said, as though that excused anything.

"She's a human! A witch!"

"She and the other mudbloods must die, in order for me to complete Salazar's great work."

Hermione summoned her Gryffindor Bravery and flipped her mirror around, "Never!" she cried out, forcing the basilisk to see itself.

The creature tried to move quickly to avert its eyes but it was not fast enough and in an instant the giant snake that had lived for over a thousand years fell to the ground in a great heap, slipping back into the hole that it had only been a few feet out of. It crashed to the ground in the Chamber, unmoving and dead.

Tom let out a howl of rage.

"You stupid cunt!" he screamed punching her dead in the face as he threw up a strong silencing spell and a deflecting charm around the entrance of the girl's bathroom.

Hermione's breath was knocked from her and it felt as though her lungs were collapsing as she fell to the floor. The force of the blow made her hit her head on the floor and she could have sworn she heard something cr-

"Crucio!" he whispered.

Hermione let out a shrill shriek. Her bones were on fire, her skin was melting from her bone, her brain-

"Crucio!" he called out again.

Lava. Burning hot lava pouring from her eyes into her ears into her mouth from her face. She felt something hot and wet leave her body. Did she-?

"Crucio!" the voice repeated.

What is crucio? What is pain? she wondered. Every nerve was on fire. She didn't move.

"Do you know what will happen next, Hermione?" The voice whispered in her ear like a soft caress.

Her eyes darted back and forth but she did not move. She couldn't.

"I'll continue what I was doing before you showed up and nearly ruined everything. And you'll watch, Hermione. You'll watch." He hexed her eyes open and sent a paralyzing spell at her before turning towards Myrtle's unmoving body.

What Hermione saw next was so disturbing she would never forget it until the day she died. She watched as Tom bled her, emptying the red liquid into a goblet which he drank before using his wand to rip open her corpse and remove her heart. He sliced it up and looked Hermione straight in the eye as he ate the entire thing without blinking.

She wanted to vomit, to cry, to scream – anything!

Then he cast a spell, quickly, with precision saying something that Hermione didn't understand, as she felt as though she might fall asleep – like she could sleep right there. He became blurry, but she could see that he was moving closer, and closer until he was right on top of her. He broke the body bind and he looked her straight in the eyes. He forced her knees apart with bruising strength and then slapped her across the face again when she tried to close her eyes, continuing on to force her eyes open with the same hex.

"You'll watch this too," he said, "And I'll make sure you know exactly what happens when you disobey me, Hermione."

She tried to struggle but her tongue was stuck in her mouth; she felt woozy and dizzy and she felt wetness on her hair. But the sink hadn't overflown. She reached her hand to her head and then looked at her fingers, barely processing that they were bright red.

Red.

Tom unbuckled his pants, "I was raised in a muggle orphanage, you know," Tom whispered. He ripped her skirt from her, and then her sweater and shirt. All she had were her undergarments, but those were gone just as quickly. He grabbed her breasts harshly, causing her to whimper pitifully.

"Do you want to know what they taught me in the orphanage? What being in the muggle world taught me?" He didn't wait for an answer but continued on, "Do you know what muggle men do to snobbish, uppity, bitches like you?"

Hermione finally found her voice and began to cry out with her tongue heavy in her mouth, "Please! Please don't!"

"Please don't what, whore? Please don't rape me? Too bad." He thrust himself into her and cried out in pain.

"Nononono!" Hermione cried out, "Stop, please! You're killing me, pleasepleasepleaseplease stop!"

"Never," he said, "Until you've learned your lesson, to obey me," He thrust harder and Hermione cried near silently as she froze with fear. When she thought he was finally finished, he flipped her over and plunged into her backside, making her scream out but no sound came. Her voice went horse and she could no longer cry. She retreated into herself, and the last thing she remembered was a cock being forced into her mouth as she choked and passed out.


This chapter has been updated slightly.

SideNote: This chapter has been getting a lot of questions about why it needed to be so graphic (and honestly, I really don't think it was but whatever) and this is my only answer: What was made with Myrtle Warren's death?