Please be warned that this chapter includes a graphic scene of violence/rape. The scene is in bold so skip if you prefer but you may not understand what happens after.
The darkness surrounding her was unrelenting, she couldn't even see her hands in front of her face. Her body kept shivering under the chilling air, her robes still wet from the rain clung to her skin making her feel as if she was trapped in ice.
Hermione had no idea what day it was or how long she sat crying against the doors. Her nails broken and her fingers bloody from her frantic clawing on the stone doors were now stiff from the coldness even burying her hands underneath her armpits didn't help as her body heat was fading fast. Her chest was aching from the sealed tomb she could barely breathe and with each breath she felt she was sucking through a tube.
She had never thought about her death before, now she had come to realise she had no one that would miss her nor mourn her loss. She had her friends of course but no doubt her sudden disappearance from the castle would be explained away so that the boys who be gullible to believe it especially after the fact she had made it known she would find a way to leave. At least when death came knocking she would no longer be in pain.
Tears slipped down her cold cheeks, Hermione forced her heavy body to move up of the floor. She blindly fumbled in the darkness trying to bring some much needed warmth to her small body.
Hermione tripped over her feet, falling hard against a sharp object that stabbed in to her side, warm liquid soaking her robes shakily placing her hand on the wound, she wheezed in agonising pain, feeling suddenly light headed she collapsed on her knees.
Metallic and copper. Blood was running freely out her wound and Hermione didn't have the strength to keep her hands on the injury, shifting she laid on her injured side allowing her life force to seep out on to the stone.
Her head was spinning, she felt her stomach coiling tightly. Hermione whimpered as her muscles cramped biting her dry chapped lip she shut her eyes. Her heart was struggling to keep beating as the blood was draining to fast from her small frame.
Gasping awake abruptly the young frightened woman brought her dizzy head up from her chest glancing around the dimly lit room. She was alone tied to a chair, her arms secured tightly to the arm of the chair, the wire rubbing in to the soft skin of her wrists and her legs were tied together with a heavy metal chain attached to a metal loop on the stone wall.
The sparse room was dirty with stomach churning large brown stains covering most of the floor and a metal bed frame with the same stains covering it sat pushed up against the wall.
The young woman tried to call out but her voice was muffled by a rag. Tears cascaded down her pale cheeks terror sieging her heart.
A door from behind her creaked open and shut, heavy footsteps crunching on the ground. Hands came upon her small shoulders and roughly kneading her muscles as a pair of lips brushed her earlobe.
"My what a beautiful specimen you truly are" a smooth masculine voice cooed.
Sickened at the strangers improper behaviour the young woman struggled against her binds but her kidnapper wasn't having any of that. His hand griped her throat forcing her head back in an unnatural position she squeaked in pain. Her cinnamon eyes watered staring in to his dark gaze his mouth latching on to hers in a violent show of dominance.
"I do love myself a virgin" he bit her bottom lip hard before stepping back.
The young woman cried out bringing her head to her heaving chest. Warm liquid dribbling down her chin.
"Miss Hermione don't cry now well not till we get properly acquainted anyway" the man smirked, his fingers bringing her chin up to once again look him in the eye. "You are very stunning my lady."
The man before her was tall with long black hair that curled at the end, he had grey piercing eyes much like her mama, he had high cheek bones and it came back to her he was her beloved uncle Cygnus. Confusion painting her pretty face.
"I suppose I owe you an explanation my pretty niece." He crouched down in front of her chair, his large hands stroking her uncovered snow white thighs. "You see my dear wife your aunt Walburga will not allow me to have fun with your cousins even though they happen to be my daughters." He sighed dramatically, his thumbs fondling her inner thighs. "I will remove the gag but only if you stay quiet you can do that can't you Miss Hermione?" he cooed reassuringly to her.
Hermione was relieved, moving her jaw around to get the feeling back. "Uncle why are you doing this to me?" Tears still fell which seemed to be enticing the man on.
"You are so beautiful Miss Hermione. Surely you would like your cousin Narcissa to be safe don't you?"
Hermione mutely nodded.
"She is your favourite cousin isn't she and you wouldn't want me to hurt her now would you?" Cygnus faked a sad smile.
Hermione viciously shook her head. Of course she didn't want her cousin to be hurt.
"Good girl now tell me how old are you again?" Tapping a finger against her collarbone.
Hermione cleared her throat. "I am fifteen uncle same age as Cissy"
"Of course you are and that makes you a big girl now doesn't it"
Hermione nodded again unsure where this was heading.
Cygnus grinned removing his wand he vanished the wire from Hermione's wrists. She rubbed them wincing at the bright red sores. Without undoing her leg restraints her uncle grabbed her around she waist and hefted her over her strong shoulders before dropping her on to the metal bed frame.
He stood undoing his belt and releasing it from the loops of his trousers. "Now as a big girl Miss Hermione it is time for you to let uncle Cygnus make you a young lady." He slyly grinned yanking her arms above her head and forcing the belt around her wrists and hooking them to the wall.
Hermione fought against the hold "please uncle mama and papa would be rather cross if we are found alone in a room together. Imagine what they would think." She remembered her parents stern warning of never being alone in the same room as her beloved uncle while they never explained why Hermione just believed it was to do with the inappropriateness of a man being alone with an unwed young lady. "Please uncle I am meant to be supervising my brothers. Sirius and Regulus will need their tea soon." Her begging fell on deaf eyes.
Cygnus ripped opened Hermione's white virginal robes, his hungry gaze taking in her unshaved pubic hair licking his lips. "My Miss Hermione I am surprised my sister hasn't taught you to shave. It's like your mother wanted to gift wrap you to me". He bent down between her stretched legs and taking a long sniff of her virgin lady lips.
Hermione froze in fear "please no uncle you mustn't. It's not proper" she shrieked as he roughly plunged his fingers inside her. Tears falling hard.
Cygnus removed his fingers and tasting them with a look of childish joy plastering his features. "Now stop sniffling that wasn't the worse of it Miss Hermione." Vanishing his clothes he dumped his wand carelessly on the floor.
Hermione shrunk back in horror at her nude uncles body. She had never seen an erection before and it scared her. "Please please uncle I thought you loved me." The sight to Hermione was unseemly.
Cygnus moved between her open legs, rubbing his aching appendage over Hermione's crotch with a delightful moan he roughly slammed into her further enticed as she screamed hoarsely against his neck. "This is why I am doing this my beautiful niece" he huskily moaned. Thrusting his hips in to the now limp prey.
Hermione screamed as a bright light hit her face flinging her arms clumsily over her eyes, the horrifying vision disappearing in to the back of her mind.
"Hermione it is okay it's Harry" a familiar soothing voice drifted through her muddled mind. "Help me. Bloody hell is that blood?"
Another set of hands pulled her robe away from her wound, ripping the stuck crispy material from her side causing the injury to bleed again. "Shit sorry Hermione"
"Why would you do this?" Harry shouted angrily.
Hermione winced at his loud voice, irritating her sensitive hearing. Warm black fur brushed her cheek, a small paw resting upon her struggling chest.
"What I did was unforgivable Harry I was livid with her.."
Hermione blinked slowly her eyes adjusting to the sudden light. Harry was angrily waving his finger at the blonde woman leaning disinterestedly against the stone wall. Draco was pale helping Andromeda attend to her wound and the owner of the paw was the panther from the parlour. Her muzzle was rubbing against Hermione's neck whining sadly.
"You had no right doing this mother. Look at her she can barely bloody breath and all this blood" Draco suddenly snapped.
Narcissa averted her tear filled gaze to Hermione who watched the blonde wearily. "I deserved it" Hermione whispered out.
Narcissa pushed past Harry, kneeling down beside Hermione placing a hand upon her cold cheek. "No I should never of treated you the way I have it is unforgivable. Seeing you again after all this time.." she stopped unable to find the right word. Tears slipping down her cheeks. "You're not a whore I know that just like I knew that then."
Harry went to speak but Hermione's cold glare shut him up.
"We are speak about all this later but for now we need to get Miss Hermione back inside the castle and her wounds stitched." Andromeda informed the group earning two confused looks from the boys and Hermione whimpered at the use of her name.
Draco and Harry gently lifted Hermione off the floor and carefully made the awkward trek back into the castle and with Andromeda's assistance helped to place her upon her bed. The panther took advantage and jumped up beside Hermione laying her black head upon the pillow much to her amusement.
"Boys I need you to collect water from the well and then carefully heat it up and bring it to me. Try not to burn yourselves." Andromeda shooed them out the room.
Narcissa cut away the rest of Hermione's clothing leaving her bare to the room. In her pained state Hermione couldn't bring herself to protest her dignity. A light thin blanket was laid over her waist to hide her modesty.
The two Black sisters gave her a guilty look of sorrow. "Stop. I don't want your pity I deserved the punishment for attacking you but I am no whore I haven't even had.." her face warming up suddenly, embarrassingly dropping her gaze to the bed.
"I am sorry.. I.." Narcissa flushed.
Rolling her eyes at the pair, "as intriguing as it is to watch you try to stutter an entire conversation maybe we can get onto the task at hand." Andromeda perched on the bed, her hands gripping the silk sheets, diverting her attention away from Hermione's exposed breasts. "I for one would like to apologize for how all this has gone down you didn't deserve the hostile treatment from us nor the cruel abuse at my sisters hand." The last part was coldly directed at the blonde. "Though I won't apologize for how delightful you.." Narcissa slapping her at the back of her head stopped Andromeda from further flirting with Hermione.
"I had a memory or something in the crib I don't know if it was real." Hermione revealed just as the door swung open and her three friends trudged with a large stone bowl.
Andromeda directed the boys to the bed. Neville squeaked turning around to face the door, Harry blushed luridly and Draco unabashedly stared at her chest till his mother whacked him.
Narcissa dabbed Hermione's wound carefully keeping her eyes away from her chest, a faint blush crawling up her neck.
Hermione hissed as the water made contact with her open wound, flinching back against the panther who lightly growled in return for being rudely disturbed.
"Sorry Miss.."
"Hermione if my memory or whatever you call it was real then I see no reason why you can't call me my given name" she grumbled. "But not Miss Hermione not after.. not what.." Turning her face shamefully away from the concerned women.