Well... here we go again.
"You are a good person. I know about what you did to help save our world. I'm sorry this is happening to you and that I can't do more to help." He said before he stood and left me alone with my thoughts.
Draco, I begged, please find me soon.
HPOV.
Williams has said that it had been nine days since, New Year's Eve But it felt like so much longer. Trapped in this cave with minimal food and water little to do but wait for
Greybacks daily round of beat on the mudblood. He never hit my stomach, for which I was grateful but my face and limbs where highly abused. My wrist had been broken two days ago and while Williams had done his best to heal it, he wasn't trained in such things. His numbing spells were strong though and for that I was grateful.
I had risked going into my bag more and more as I became sick from lack of food. Not that my stash of muggle can't, sugar quills and honey duke's chocolate was much better, but it gave me something.
When I could manage to stand, I would place my hands on the words looking for a weakness or a crack, anything I could find ty begin picking them apart. But it was going to take longer than I had, I knew it wouldn't be long until the babies came. The stress on my body already pushing me into false contractions several times a day. I just prayed it wouldn't be before the full moon in three days' time. Because after that we were at least safer for another month.
Greyback has taken great pleasure in explaining his plan to torture me to insanity. He would start by turning me on the full on and ordering me kill my own children. Then he was going take me as his plaything until I no longer fulfilled his desires, only then would he kill me...
DPOV
It had been thirteen days. Thirteen days since Hermione had been taken. 13 days of scouring books upon books looking for something. Anything to help us. School had gone back but Pansy, Blaise, Ron, Ginny and Potter, our friends standing by me as I slowly went mad. I barely slept or ate. Only doing so out of necessity when my brain could no longer function enough to take in the words on the page in front of me.
Blaise, pansy and potter had each take me to their homes where I summoned books that might be of use before we returned to Malfoy Manor ad added them to the shrinking pile on the table before me.
Fining the book in my hand just as useless as the last 30 I had read I screamed in frustration picking up a crystal dish from the table beside me and launching it at the wall.
Hermione 'where are you?' I asked myself as I broke down sobbing. It was like this that the others found me when they returned in the morning. Crumpled on the floor tears staining my face jerking as my sleep was filled with the horrors of finding my love dead over and over again.
HPOV
The full moon had come and gone almost a week ago and I had never been more thankful in my life. However, when I woke up with a wet bed under me and a scream being ripped from my throat, I knew my luck had being to run out the babies were coming now.
DPOV
"Draco, I found something!" His mother shouted coming running into the room waving a book in front of me. The other came rushing in from various parts of the house. I pulled the book from her hands.
The book itself would be considered if dark nature as it practiced with blood magic, but I didn't care what type of magic it was as long as it helped me find her.
I began reading the page in front of me and muttered.
"Virginal magic." I muttered. "Mother she's not a virgin." I said and stared at her like she had two heads.
"No keep reading." She insisted and I huffed butt sat down to read the passage out loud.
"The blood of a virgin is something to be considered pure and potent often being advised as the best and strongest to be used when using blood magic. However virginal magic is something else entirely. When a Wizard takes the virginity of a Witch, he ties himself too her in a unique way. Binding them to each other as he becomes her master." felt sick at what I was reading and was glad this wasn't something widely known. "No ceremony is required to form the bond apart from the act of taking the virginity. However, this bond can be called upon through the sacrifice of blood to bring the Wizard and witch together if she becomes unwilling to serve." I trailed off, this is fucked up.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Said Ginny, racing from the room.
"So, you can find her." She said. "You can use this to track her."
My head dropped and I looked at Ron whose face was pale, his eyes wide.
"I can't, she wasn't, I wasn't her first." I mumbled.
"Well then who was, they can do it." She demanded.
"Mother here. I will sort it out can you take this and get everything ready for the ritual it says it needs to be done at midnight. So, we have not even three hours." I handed her the book and she nodded. It was a tall order, but I knew if I could count on anyone it would be her. "Blaise can you help her please and Pansy go check in the Weaslette." I sighed and they both left the room.
I waved my wand at the door closing and locking it. Ron and I stared at each other. This was going to be difficult to say the least.
"So, who was it then?" Asked Potter he had been pacing again, Damn Impatient Gryffindor and was oblivious to the silent conversation his mate and I were sharing. "I mean I know Mione and I have been having a rough time lately, but I feel like she would have told me something like that if it had happened before you. Right Ron?" The raven-haired boy stopped his movements and stared at his friend.
"Harry sit down mate." He said solemnly nodding to the couch.
"What's going on?" He asked, brows furrowed, but sat down anyway.
I sat down and Ron sat next to me both of us facing Harry.
"Harry... this is going to be hard to understand. But we need you to stay calm so we can save Hermione tonight. Okay?" Ron said slowly. I kept my mouth closed. Knowing I was not the one to be having this conversation.
He nodded slowly. "Okay."
"Swear it to me Harry."
"Okay, I swear! Now what is going on." He said just below a shout, becoming frustrated but trueing to show he could remain calm.
"Hermione and you didn't have a fight, you didn't attack her." He said and I scoffed. "Not in the way you think at least." Ron amended.
The boy's eyes went wide and his face paled.
"A couple days after the final battle you and Hermione were alone in Grimmauld place and you."
"No." He whispered. "No, please don't."
I almost felt sorry for him.
"You raped her Harry. She begged you to stop but you weren't in the right mind." Finished Ron.
"No, no, no." He repeated over and over again, pulling his hair hard in his hands.
"Sorry mate." He was clearly unsure of what else to say.
"Sorry!" Potter yelled stranded up and grabbing the recently repaired crystal bowl, smashing against the wall as I had just days earlier. "I'm a fucking monster. No wonder she couldn't look at me, no wonder she glitches when I get to near or try to hug her. How the fuck could she even stand to be near me? How could you let me be near her? How am I not in Azkaban?" He yelled standing in front of us.
Ron surprised me by remaining calm as he stood to respond. Hermione would be so proud of him right now.
"Because she didn't want you to be sent away. She didn't think you deserved it. That fucking thing in your head left you broken and insane. She knew that the actions weren't the one of her best friends and she begged Dumbledore to help you. You know what kind of person she is."
"You should all hate me." He whispered.
"I do." I said and they both looked at me like they had forgotten I was there. "Well I do. I am fucking hate oh what you did for her and it takes most of my self-control not to hex you into oblivion every time I see your face. But she doesn't hate you, she doesn't hold it against you, and she is trying to work through it so she can still be the best friend you have known for first year. She is the most amazing person in the world Potter, and she has kept me from hurting you. Because that would hurt her." I told him and he nodded sitting back down and dropping his head into his hands.
"I'll never be able to look at her ever again, at anyone. I should be in Azkaban." He repeated.
"Look as much as I hate you and that's a lot. Even I don't think that's true. I did horrible things because of Voldemort and he wasn't in my head, just my home. You had to live with a piece of him inside of you for 16 years. That's gotta leave you a little broken to say the least. You did a horrible thing, but it wasn't really you okay." I patted him on the shoulder awkwardly, not believing the conversation we were having.
"How do you know it wasn't me?" He argued.
"Do you want to rape anyone now? Do you think it would be an okay thing to do?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
He jumped up and looked at me like I was insane. "No, what? Or course not that's disgusting!" He shouted.
"That's how I know Potter because a monster would not show the remorse you do, and they would not hesitate in doing it again. Now cut the pity party short. It happened and you can deal with it later, right now you need to save my wife and children." I told him and unlocked the library doors once more.
"Okay, I will do whatever it takes." He was pale and shaking, he had tears down his face and looked sick, but his eyes were determined.
I walked swiftly out of the room. We were going to save them. We couldn't involve the authorities as this would be considered dark magic and not permitted. That didn't mean we couldn't get held though. I sent a Patronus to Severus, hoping he would be able to help us face the unknown.
'Just a few more hours love. We are coming.' I promised.
