Hermione woke up cold and alone. She found herself inside of a cell somewhere deep down in the dungeons of the house. She was lying on the cold floor in the fetal position trying to warm herself up. Her body hurt, her brain hurt, hell everything hurt, yet she still was not going to give in to the pain. The pain she felt was only temporary, but the future of the wizarding world was in her hands. She sat up and looked down at herself. Her brown eyes looked sadly at the wounds that were all across her arms and legs. They were still freshly bleeding, and her limbs were slightly twitching from the cruciatus curse. She didn't even know if her legs were strong enough to carry her weight after the ordeal she just had. She stood up anyway and felt her legs start to buckle. She leaned against the wall to steady herself. She didn't know how long she had been down here or what was going to happen to her. Her mind thought back to poor Harry who must have known by now that she was missing. Tears silently filled her eyes as she imagined Harry in the tent now having to go through it alone. She hoped Ron would return to Harry and that the snatchers wouldn't find him. She wished she could send him a letter or her patronus letting him know that she was alive. As her mind thought of the many what if's she heard a door close and footsteps approaching her cell. She quickly laid back down on the floor and pretended that she was fast asleep. She closed her eyes tight and did not dare to move a muscle.
"I already saw you standing, Mudblood. Stand now," Lucius's voice called to her. He stood in front of the cell door and took out his wand. "I said stand, Mudblood. Don't make me use my wand."
Hermione slowly rose from the ground and leaned against the wall. "What do you want, Malfoy?" She glared at the blonde wizard. He was a cruel and evil bastard, and she would not succumb to his wishes.
"It's Lord Malfoy, Mudblood. You will address me using my title. I am here to escort you back to the Dark Lord." He unlocked the cell and pulled the door open. Hermione stayed rooted to the spot. She didn't want to go back to the Dark Lord. That meant more torture and pain. 'You can either walk out of there on your own two feet or I will drag you. Take your pick." She slowly made her feet start working towards the cell door. She was walking too slow for Lucius's liking. He tsked at her and declared, "Times up, Mudblood. I guess I will have to drag you to him myself." He closed the space between them and pulled her body up against his. "It's a shame that someone else will have you because I would love to have your luscious body under me." She struggled against his hold. She tried to pull away from him, feeling nauseated by his touch, but he pulled her closer to him.
"Get off me!" She screamed. She continued to fight with him until finally she broke his grip. She started to run down the hallway. She nearly made it to the door, but she was pulled back by her hair. She shrieked out in pain.
He had her brown and bushy hair in a white-knuckle grip. He spat at her, "Good try, Mudblood. I am not playing with you anymore." He dragged her by her hair through the doorway and continued to drag her the rest of the way. Hermione again tried to fight him, but the more she fought him the worse the pain got.
He entered the ballroom and threw Hermione down on the floor. "Here she is, My Lord. She was trying to fight me, so I had to bring her here by her hair."
Hermione clutched her scalp and looked down at her hand. Thankfully he didn't pull hard enough to make her bleed, but it still was painful. She felt a shadow cast over her. She looked up and saw Lord Voldemort and Severus Snape standing over her. She quickly looked away from them and braced herself for another round of torture.
"How are you feeling, Mudblood?" Lord Voldemort asked sarcastically. She ignored his comment and kept her eyes down casted. "Now then, since you won't tell me where Potter is, even after I caused you pain, I will be handing you off to Severus Snape. He will break your mind and every ounce of Gryffindor courage you have will be gone. You will come to admit the truth after he is finished with you. Any last words? If you tell me now where Potter is maybe your suffering will be kept at a minimal."
The thought of Professor Snape using her scared her, but again her Gryffindor courage was too great. "I don't care who uses me. No amount of torture will make me tell," she screamed.
Lord Voldemort turned to Severus and spat at him, "It is up to you now, Severus. If you are unsuccessful, she won't be the only one who dies. I will be checking on your progress every week. Leave now with your prize."
"Yes, My Lord." Snape picked up Hermione off the floor and she instantly started struggling against his body. "Behave yourself you stupid girl or you'll get splinched." She continued to struggle while he held her in a tight locked grip at his side. He disapparated away from Malfoy Manor gripping her body close to his. They appeared in the Headmasters office at Hogwarts. He quickly let go of her and pushed her down in a chair in front of his desk. He started to pace back and forth, but he was pulled out of his thoughts when Hermione stood up from her chair and ran towards the door. "Colloportus," he murmured, effectively sealing the door.
Hermione tried to pull the handle, but it wasn't working. She banged her fist against the door and screamed. She continued to bang on the door and scream as loud as she could. She hoped that someone would hear her and come running. "Help! Help me!" She banged her fists repeatedly again and again, but it wasn't working. She sagged against the door realizing that he must have had wards on the door so no one could hear what was inside. She cursed to herself and felt unshed tears sting her eyes. God how do I get out of this mess?
The sound of her screaming started to irritate him. "Enough! No one can hear you in here. Now sit your bottom back down in that chair or I will tie you to it, Ms. Granger."
The sound of her last name alerted her. She turned her body back around begrudgingly and her eyes briefly looked at her old potion's master. He looked tired and worn out. His eyes looked haunted. She remembered him killing Dumbledore last school year and her feet quickly moved back towards the wooden chair. She sat her bottom down on the chair and stayed quiet as he continued to pace. She had so many questions that she wanted to ask, but she didn't dare speak them aloud. He hadn't hurt her yet and she didn't want to do anything to push him into hurting her.
Snape stopped pacing. He walked back over to his desk and sat down in his chair. He stared at the Granger girl trying to decide on what his next words were going to be, but she beat him to it.
"Are you going to hurt me, sir?" The question came out shakily and she was surprised she even spoke the words aloud.
He ignored her question and instead he asked her, "How were you captured?"
"Does it really matter how I got captured?" She responded tiredly. She didn't know why he was asking her this or why he even cared. As miserable as it was in the forest, she missed the warm tent.
His eyes flashed angrily at her words. "You insolent little girl, answer my question."
"You didn't answer my question," she retorted. She was surprised by her boldness.
"You already know the answer to that, Ms. Granger. You heard the Dark Lord's orders," he responded solemnly.
"How will you hurt me?" She whispered. Her brown eyes were pleading with him. She already was hurt enough, and she did not relish the fact that she would continued to be hurt.
"Any means necessary unless you cooperate with me. Now I am going to ask you one more time. How were you captured?" he snarled at her. His patience was wearing thin by this little chit. She has no idea what will happen to her.
"Greyback found me in the woods," she admitted.
He stroked his chin and leaned back in his chair. "What were you doing in the woods?"
"I was looking for food. I haven't eaten anything in days." The words came out in a whisper and her stomach growled in response.
He ignored her growling tummy. "Where were your nitwit friends?" He asked.
"I was alone," she lied. Good try, Professor. You have to do better than that, she thought to herself.
"Do not lie to me. I have known you since you were eleven and you were never a good liar. I know for a fact that you and your nitwit friends were on a mission to find horcruxes was it?" he snapped at her.
Her eyes widen and she started to panic. Oh god if he knows will he tell the Dark Lord? If he knew, why didn't he tell the Dark Lord when he was there?
"That was foolish of you, Ms. Granger. What were you thinking being in the woods alone without a disillusion charm? Smartest witch of her age, yeah right," he snorted in amusement.
"Do not mock me!" She stood up in anger glaring down at him. Her hands found her hips and she stared down at him in anger.
He stood up from his chair towering over her easily. "You forget who you're talking to. Now settle down," he warned. The patience he had was now gone by the chit's actions. Her anger and willingness to fight about everything aggravated him. She didn't realize the danger she was in and what he had to do to her.
She lowered herself back in her chair and took a deep breath. She did forget who she was talking to. She hated when people insulted her intelligence. "How long are you going to keep me captured?" she whispered. "I don't want to be locked up here."
"You don't have a choice, Ms. Granger. Now as far as how long you will be here is up to you. If you tell me the information you can easily leave. If you choose not to you will be here for a long time," he responded with a dark look in his eyes.
She scowled and crossed her arms in anger. "Then I guess I'll be here for a long time then Professor because I am not telling you or the dark lord anything."
"We will see about that, Ms. Granger. You don't realize what he intends for me to do to you."
"What? Are you going to torture me too? Are you going to hit me and crucio me? You have to do better than that," she responded arrogantly. She was not going to give in to anything. She was sure of it.
He pinched the bridge of his nose not believing how naïve she was being. It wasn't just as simple as torturing her and he wasn't going to sugarcoat it either. He looked deep into her eyes and began to speak. "The Dark Lord wants me to rape you, Ms. Granger. He wants me to use you in every possible way until finally you have had enough." He saw the horror that crossed her face. Good, finally the stupid girl understands her predicament.
"R-Rape, sir?" She stuttered out. She was being naïve about this after all. She didn't think that rape was even a possibility. The thought of him touching her in a sexual way made her sick. So that's why Malfoy said that to me. He knew I was going to be given to Snape and he wanted a piece of me before I left.
"You're finally getting it, you naïve little girl. Do you still hold strong in your beliefs that you are strong enough to not say a thing?"
She wasn't sure how to respond to his question. She wanted to vomit. She raced to the door and again tried to open it and bang on it, but to no avail.
He rolled his eyes at her antics. "Ms. Granger, the door is warded. No one can hear you at all. Now take a seat so we can finish our conversation."
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was feeling nauseas and scared. She returned to the brown chair and stared at the desk unable to meet Snape's eyes.
"Now as I was saying Ms. Granger do you really think you will be able to keep your secrets to yourself?" he asked slowly.
She took a breath feeling a bit unsure of herself. "I have to. I will never betray Harry's trust. This war means too much to me. I will not make my side lose just because of a slip of a tongue. You can try to hurt me all you like Professor, but nothing you do will make me betray my friends."
He was about to respond to her foolish bravery, but he was interrupted when he heard a knock on the door. He quickly stood up from his desk, grabbed Hermione's arm, and pushed her into another room aggressively. He closed the door and locked it tight, hiding her away from whoever was knocking. He put wards up on the door so no one can hear her, and she couldn't eavesdrop.
She fell to the floor by how rough he pushed her inside the room. She quickly picked herself back up and looked around the room. She was in a library of some sort. Her eyes scanned the many bookshelves that lined the walls. Her hands itched to touch every single book in the room, but her mind was just not in it. Her eyes landed on the two comfortable armchairs that occupied the room. She plopped down in one of them and curled herself into a ball. She began to sob outright now that she was alone. Her wounds hurt and she was scared. She didn't want to be raped. She never had sex with anyone, and she knew it was going to hurt. She closed her eyes and continued to sob.