Resources for healing from sexual trauma are as followed:
USA: RAINN
UK: RASASC
Australia: RESPECT
And my DMs here and on Facebook.
I hope this helps someone heal, if even just a little bit.
Let me know where you are from so I can leave the resources for you.
Narcissa had transfigured her robes into a royal blue pantsuit, white blouse, and rich emerald necktie scarf. While she was slightly uncomfortable out of her robes, she couldn't very well walk through a Muggle neighborhood wearing them without garnering unwanted attention. Today, especially, she wanted to blend in with the surroundings as much as possible. She knew that her business professional work would not stand out in the Grangers' neighborhood due to her time visiting the day before in her animagus form.
She approached the door with purpose, though she was starting to question if Hermione would come with her. Even so, neither a Malfoy nor a Black ever showed doubt in their actions. With that thought in mind, she raised her hand and rapped her knuckles against the wood of the door. As soon as she did, she stepped back and clasped her hands together in front of her. It was less than 30 seconds until the door was opening and revealing a couple, slightly older than her in age, with hope in their eyes.
"Doctor Grangers, I presume?" Narcissa spoke in a professional tone.
Hermione's mother rushed forward and couldn't stop herself from surging forward and enveloping Narcissa in the tightest of hugs. Narcissa had the fleeting thought that this must be what it was like to swept into one of Molly Weasley's embraces. Narcissa was keenly aware that Hermione's father had stepped forward and shut the door behind him.
"You must be here to help our Hermione! Oh, thank God! She's still asleep on the couch. That owl came early this morning and won't let us near her to wake her." Mrs. Granger's voice caught in her throat as tears spilled down her cheeks. "Please… tell us you can help her."
Narcissa had to steel herself against the emotions that were bombarding her senses. She had lived with Lucius for so long that, while he loved her, he was a rather stoic man, not to mention that she was raised as a Black. Such a show of emotions was strictly forbidden in all endeavors of life, even among family.
"I am a healer, yes. I received Professor Minerva McGonagall's letter yesterday just before lunch asking for my help." Narcissa hated herself for lying to these people who just wanted their daughter to get better, but she knew that they would not be able to handle the truth of the situation. Even she, knowing the scope of torment that Hermione endured at the hands of Dolohov could barely handle the facts of Hermione's life. "Miss Granger will be provided the best care possible in our world. The process will not be easy, so do not be surprised when you do not hear from her." Narcissa paused to let that news sink in. If Hermione was not communicating verbally, she doubted the girl would be sending any letters home, at least in the beginning. "We will, of course, need to find out the exact source of her ailment, but I have no doubt that we will be able to. With that said, recovery will be long and hard. With this kind of ailment, as Minerva hinted at in her letter to me, Hermione's mind has been affected. It may be that Hermione's mind is attacking itself." At that, Mr. Granger wrapped his arms around his wife as she brought a hand up to her mouth. "It is not unlike what you call, hmm I believe the term I'm looking for is trauma response." Narcissa finally unclasped her hands and reached a hand out to cup Mrs. Granger's shoulder. "This is to be expected with magical ailments." With every word spoken, Narcissa felt like more of a fraud. "Her mind and body are retreating in order to protect her magical core, and while I'm sure she could and would be quite successful as a Muggle, Hermione's magic is some of the most powerful we have seen in generations; it imbues her very essence. Without her magical core, Hermione will not be the daughter that you have raised and loved for the past 15 years."
The Doctor Grangers stood there, Monica trying to calm her breathing while Wendell whispered into her hair in attempts to comfort her. Narcissa gave them time, for she knew how important it was that Hermione's parents believed she was getting magical treatment and was in the hands of someone that Professor McGonagall trusted with her star pupil.
"Unfortunately, I would not be surprised if you are not able to see her before she returns to Hogwarts for the Fall term."
Narcissa's gut clenched at the idea of seeing Draco in such a state and then sending him off to a castle with no knowledge of if he was truly better.
"By that time, however, I do expect Hermione to be able to communicate with you. You may be able to see her in London while she is going to retrieve her school supplies for the coming year, if she is up to doing the shopping herself, that is." Narcissa stated in an attempt to appease and raise their hopes that Hermione would get better.
"Anything!" Mr. Granger's voice was thick with emotion. "Please, Doctor… oh, I'm so sorry. Healer… Oh it really doesn't matter as long as you help our Hermione." Mr. Granger put one of his hands on the small of his wife's back and slowly opened the front door. "She's right through here. She is… she is always very startled when she wakes if there is any sound or people around her."
Narcissa nodded and followed Hermione's parents into their home. As a fox the day before, Narcissa could see that the Grangers were well-off, but looking at the inside of the home and seeing the art masterpieces and what she just knew was state-of-the-art equipment, Narcissa truly understood just how well-off the Grangers were. Even though she was here strictly to bring Hermione with her and help her come to terms with living after Dolohov's torture, the Pureblood in Narcissa couldn't help but be incredibly pleased that Hermione was of good stock, be it Muggle instead of Magical.
As they approached what seemed to be a sitting room with materials for entertainments, Feroce made a noise of recognition, which Narcissa quickly glared down. Much to his name's meaning, Feroce did not head the silent warning and alighted to Narcissa's arm.
"How did… is he… Do you know this owl?" Mrs. Granger stumbled out.
"Yes, yes I do. Feroce is a terror of one of the family's who have a student attending Hogwarts. Their son is always getting injured, and instead of the boy going to Madame Pomfrey, who would then in turn tell the school, who then in turn tell his parents, the boy always owls me instead." Narcissa preened internally at her lie. It wasn't all a lie as Theo would owl her instead of his own family, though with a father like his, who could really blame him. "Feroce can be quite stubborn in the deliverance of his letters when he so chooses." Narcissa hummed and stroked the bird down his back, hoping that he would comprehend what was happening and just go.
As luck would have it, Feroce decided to shrill loudly and fly out the window, but not before pecking at Hermione's hair, causing her to stir. Narcissa felt the girl's parents stiffen, and she prayed to Merlin that Hermione would not wake in a blind panic. Naturally, luck was not on Narcissa's side. Truth be told, Narcissa was not at all surprised by this turn of events.
As Hermione started to scream and thrash into the couch, Mr. Granger moved to step forward. Narcissa, however, put a hand out in front of him and blocked his path.
"At a time like this, her magic will be wild. I know you want to go to her, but she could hurt you with no intention of doing so. Let me handle this."
Narcissa moved slowly, flicking her wand out of her forearm holster in case she would need to stupefy the girl. Hermione's eyes locked on the movement of the wand, and, to everyone's surprise, went stuck still. No screams escaped her mouth. Neither of her arms moved in defense. Neither of her legs pushed her back further into the cushions. If Narcissa hadn't known better, it was almost as if the girl was imperioed. Then, Narcissa realized the error in her ways. Hermione had spent so long lost in her trauma that the sight of a wand held by another would remind her of Dolohov, remind her of the worst night of her life. Narcissa very slowly stashed her wand back into her sleeve.
"Miss Granger," Narcissa started slowly and in a comforting tone, a tone that Maggie often used with Draco when he was fussing as a baby. "Hermione. I'm sure you've seen me at the castle before. I'm a healer. I sometimes help Madame Pomfrey when the Quidditch injuries on top of the usual adolescent injuries threaten to overwhelm the school. Can you nod if you recognize me?" Hermione didn't move a muscle, save for the rapid movement of her eyes around the room. "How about this, dear. Can you blink if you recognize me?" Narcissa slowly waited as she watched Hermione's eyes. After a moment of hesitation, Hermione purposefully blinked. "Very good, Miss Granger. I see why they call you the brightest witch of the age. Can you blink for me if you think I am going to hurt you?" Narcissa stayed stock still, barely allowing herself to breathe. She could feel the Grangers staring on with anticipation and worry, but most of all, hope. It took a bit for Hermione to glance off out of the window before Narcissa realized that Hermione was trying not to blink. She could not help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips. She stood and silently strode over to the Grangers.
"If you could show me to her room, I can banish her belongings that she will need to where she will be staying during her treatment."
The Grangers nodded and led Narcissa through the house to Hermione's room. Narcissa couldn't stop the visceral reaction of seeing the girl's school trunk completely unpacked. None-the-less, with a swish of her wand, all belongings that Hermione could need or desire while at the Manor were whisked away into the Sanctuary Suite. When Narcissa was satisfied that all comfort options had been delivered to the suite, she swiftly returned to the room that contained Hermione. She again knelt in front of the girl from some feet away.
"Hermione, would it be alright if I take you now?" Narcissa silently hit herself at her choice of words. "I mean, would it be alright with you if I side-along apparated you so that you can retrieve treatment and get better?" Hermione made the most purposeful eye contact yet and blinked. Narcissa stood and turned to the girl's parents.
"I do not suggest touching her as it could be dangerous, but she can hear you, if you would like to say goodbye for now." Narcissa strode over to the windows and tried to block out the goodbyes, but she couldn't help to listen to the love in the Grangers voice as they said goodbye to their only daughter for the rest of the summer in hopes that she may one day return to them again.
"Miss Granger," Narcissa spoke softly as the two of them walked towards the trees in the backyard. "I know you know who I am, as we have confirmed that. I want to assure you that I am not here to hurt you. Draco told me about everything that happened on the train." Hermione stopped in her tracks, and Narcissa fought not to scold herself. "He… Draco told me that Dolohov had you some place and that is why he was not captured with my idiotic bully of a husband."
"Please don't hurt me, please… please. I can't take it. I'm not a good girl. Please." Hermione's voice was weak and conveyed all of the torment Dolohov had inflicted. Her body was shaking, and she was unconsciously scratching open her wrists in a panic.
Narcissa stood frozen and breathing. If she moved to comfort the girl, there would be no doubt that Hermione's magic would try to protect her this time. With Dolohov, Hermione was focused on surviving until she was freed or rescued. Now, Hermione was devoid of hope; her mind was adrift in trauma. Her magic would attack anything that came near her.
"Miss Granger, you do not have to be good, even if you are brilliant. All I need from you in this instance is to allow me to grasp your elbow so that I can take you to the Manor." She watched as Hermione's face paled. "There is nothing in the Manor like what Dolohov had. Lucius had allowed it, but I burnt that room to ashes as soon as I found out about it. You will be safe there, I promise." Narcissa hazard a step towards Hermione and let out a small sigh of release when the girl didn't back away.
"Draco will be there, as will Theodore. They are extremely worried about you." Hermione's eyes flashed in question at hearing that two Slytherin boys were worried for her. "I know you have taken a liking to an owl. His name is Feroce, and honestly, he is a menace of a bird, but he attacked Theo when he returned from sitting with you that first day. Your parents had sent a letter, and Feroce would not wait for his master to wake naturally. I'm sure Theo will not care if Feroce decides to defy all of his instructions in order to keep you company."
Hermione had wrapped her arms around herself and was just staring at the ground. Very slowly, she nodded her head and pushed her left elbow out from her body. Narcissa slowly walked towards Hermione until she was standing right next to the girl.
"May I take you to the Manor, now? We will go directly to the suite I have prepared for your stay."
Hermione gave the smallest of nods this timed, and Narcissa could see that she was stealing herself to be touched. Narcissa decided that getting the physical contact over with quickly would be best, and the second her hand wrapped gently around Hermione's elbow, they were twisting through time and space to arrive in the Sanctuary Suite at Malfoy Manor.
Let me know what you think.
If you feel Narcissa is out of character, I apologize, but I also don't care. I am writing her how I needed a mother figure to react to my trauma.
I'm not sure yet if I will be updating the next two Fridays due to the holidays and safely traveling home to see my family.
Happy Hanukkah (Last Day), Merry/Happy Christmas, Happy Yule, Happy Kwanzaa, and Happy New Year! (If I missed what you celebrate, drop a comment and let me educate myself!)