THE END OF THE WAR
By Neminiwrites
The war was over, but the fight had just begun. Harry was dead and most of the people Hermione loved were gone with him. Voldemort had found out that Draco was the real owner of the elder wand. Probably by Bellatrix reporting on the happenings at the astronomy tower. Snape may have killed Dumbledore, but Draco had taken the wand first. It took him approximately thirty seconds to summon and kill the boy. With Draco dead, he was now the rightful owner of the most powerful wand ever created. Poor Harry didn't have a chance.
With Harry gone, Hogwarts fell swiftly. The Death Eaters swarmed the castle and killed all the mature males of they could find. The females, staff and students, were to be parceled out for the amusement of all. Voldemort himself sat in the headmaster's chair, drunk with power, as the prisoners were brought before him in the great hall. He would randomly decide if they were to live or die and who would claim them as a new toy.
The female professors were the first to go on the block. McGonagall was pushed onto the table that once was the pride of place for Gryffindor house. She stood tall and unafraid. He tortured her with the cruciatus curse before the whole assembly. To make her beg for mercy, to teach the others their place in the new order. He finally released her and pulled her head back by her hair to sneer in her face, she spat in his eye. It was the last thing she would ever do.
The others were brought before him, and he was going to doll them out like candy to the Death Eater of his choice. He decided to keep them for himself. Gifts for Bella to take apart like flies. He started on the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin alike. There was no more Hogwarts and no more houses. Most of the ones left alive were too young to be of much use to him and were to be ransomed back to their families. The ones with no one left to pay were to join the house elves in service. No one who complained, survived.
A few of the female students were a more interesting commodity. Tender, juicy, young witches from whom he would breed the next generation of Death Eaters. He stood on the table before they came in to tell all those he would grant this boon to, that they were for breeding purposes only. They were to be pampered and cared for and disciplined to show the proper respect to their owners. Bruises and cuts were acceptable, but any female or infant who died under their tender direction, the Death Eater in question would beg for death before it was over. The women were to be pregnant by the end of thirty days and kept that way for the rest of their lives. He expected a new generation of followers every ten months or they would lose their privileges and the women would be given to someone else.
The students were led into the room in chains, naked, clinging to each other. The sounds of whistles, cat calls and obscene comments filled the air. They stopped in front of the head table where Professor McGonagall's body still laid, smoking. Voldemort's inner circle would get the first pick. First in line was Severus Snape, and the first two women were Hermione Granger and Ginevra Weasley. He circled them like a shark touching their bodies in the most offensive ways possible. Voldemort grinned and clucked as his sharp fingernails made marks on the delicate skin of their breasts and backs. They had been told to be silent and not to look at anyone in the room on pain of death.
"Severusss, my loyal ssservant." The man in question bowed low before his Lord. "I give to you, as reward for killing Dumbledore and your many useful potions, the best of the crop. Use them well and congratulations on becoming a father. With your knowledge of potions, they will probably be pregnant tonight!" The evil ruler of the wizarding world made a sound that was supposed to be laughter, but just sounded like air escaping from a tire. The entire room twittered in reply.
A bolt from the elder wand separated the two frightened, shivering women from the rest. Snape picked up the chain and began to drag them away. As they left the hall Hermione could hear the next two women being pulled forward. Luna and Lavender were to be given to Yaxley. Hermione was glad she could hear no more as they were pulled to the headmaster's office.
The door was closed and warded behind them, and Snape left for a moment. The two women dared to look up. Oddly enough the first thing she noticed was how bare the walls were. All the portraits were gone. Hermione was trying to be strong for Ginny and took her hand to steady her. They both knew what was to come.
Snape returned to them and stood, staring at their naked bodies. "You have heard the Dark Lords command. You know what will be done to you. I want you both to know that this is done to you against my will. Unlike the others, I have no desire to rape young women for my own amusement. However, like you, I dare not disobey my Lord. I will remind you that if anything were to happen to me you would most certainly be given to someone who will not treat you quite so gently. If anything happens to you, I will be killed most horribly. I will protect you from the others as long as you stay in these rooms. I will not beat you or harm you in any other way as long as you cooperate with me. You will be given the freedom of these offices and my private quarters. The doors and windows are warded against your escape." Snape waved his hand and the chains fell away.
He went to the fireplace and lit it so the room would be a bit more comfortable for them. "He has commanded that you are to be pampered and cared for. I will do this to the best of my ability. You may summon a house elf at any time to see to your comforts." The women had not turned to watch him, and he had a grand view of their plump young backsides. He pondered the next few hours and which he would take first. A wave of his wand and they were covered in thin cotton blankets. "Twinky!" The house elf appeared. "Bring food and drink for us." The house elf whimpered and returned with a platter.
Hermione couldn't remember the last time she had eaten well, since she had been on the run with Harry and Ron for months. The food smelled wonderful. Ginny looked at her uncertain what to do. "Come." He said. "No need to hesitate. Eat your fill." He sat in the big chair as they clung to each other and sat on the couch. Hermione's shaking emaciated hand tentatively reached out for a piece of bread. As she snatched it and brought it to her mouth Ginny picked up a sandwich. Snape watched them as he poured cups of tea for them all. He couldn't eat knowing the repulsive duty ahead of him. The women had what they could and then stopped and stared at the floor.
"I will grant you a few moments to prepare yourselves. I want you to wash yourselves thoroughly. There is shampoo and soap in the shower. I leave it to you who will be first, or if indeed you want to do this together to keep each other company. I will be as quick as possible. I am not a young man however, and there will be a lag time between you for me to recover, but it will be done tonight." Snape pulled six vials from his pocket and handed two to each of them. "Drink this." Hermione and Ginny stared at the vials afraid of what was in them. "It would hardly be wise of me to poison you. One is a calming draught, the other… a fertility potion." The last two vials he opened and drank himself. "Drink them now." The women drank them and put the vials on the table. He pointed to the bathroom. "You have thirty minutes."