Saving Hermione - Ch. 7: Training and Staying Alive
A/N - Just a little note: tigress33: No offense taken, I just wanted everyone to have a better understanding of the characters actions and reactions.
After Ron and Harry left Dumbledore's office that night, after the explanation of their slight training, the boys stayed up all night discussing what they could do with their training to save the girls. They had come up with many ideas out their hate and rage towards the Death Eaters and Voldemort and what they might be doing to Hermione and Ginny. Some ideas were not very realistic and very gruesome. Others, however, could actually work and they wrote those down.
The next morning they were to report to the Headmaster's office again to receive instructions as to their training.
When they arrived, though, they found a grim Dumbledore looking at a piece of parchment and a frightened McGonagall.
"What happened?" Ron knew that only something to do with Hermione and Ginny could make them act like that.
Neither teachers spoke, but Dumbledore held out the parchment to Harry.
Harry read it and seemed to re-read it before finally comprehending it and closed his eyes solemnly. Ron snatched the letter after seeing Harry's reaction and read it himself. What he read made his heart sink to his feet and a feeling of foreboding and sorrow wash over his entire being.
Dear Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasely,
I do believe that you will have noticed your precious sister and friend, Miss, Ginny Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger, are missing by now, as I have been told by a reliable future Death Eater of mine, that they rarely ever leave your sight. I am holding them as my Death Eaters and my personal 'guests'. You will have no doubt already told your Headmaster of their disappearance. All I want is you. We can finally have a proper duel this time Harry, with a proper second in place for you. If any Aurors or your Muggle-loving Headmaster come, I will kill the girls immediately. I will say again, all I want is you. If no one comes in a fortnights time, I will kill them. See you soon, boys.
-Lord Voldemort
Ron could actually hear Voldemort's mocking tone in his very formal business letter. It sent shivers up his spine. He read the letter over again and suddenly felt all his rage from seven years of Voldemort ruining their lives. He let out a roar that the all the students in the castle and people of Hogsmeade could hear. It was a yell of rage, pain, frustration, and hopelessness. It shook everyone's heart in the room. Suddenly, Ron stopped yelling and looked at Dumbledore, quite calmly. Everyone knew that Ron was his maddest when he was unbelievably calm.
"We have one month to do the Auror training. Can it be done in that amount time?"
"I believe it can, but now, do to this new information, you will not just be in Auror training, but War Auror training. The training requires much physical, magical, and mental training. There is a limited amount of War Aurors, so you will have a unique training that only few are privileged to. You will have to drop your classes for that time. You will have to work long days and sleep short nights. You will have training in new and highly advanced spells, curses, and enchantments. You will also have to learn to use a Muggle weapon called a 'gun'. It will be strenuous and highly dangerous. Do you both think you can do it?"
"Yes," they answered simultaneously and without a moment's hesitation.
"Very well, then," he concluded with a hint of admiration for the two now fully grown wizards and men in front of him. He held a high respect for them and the loyalty and love they showed for their friends. They were willing to go into battle and most likely, guaranteed death, just to save their friends. Those wear true Gryffindor qualities.
Hermione instinctively stepped in front of Ginny, but Ginny stepped around her and stood next to her, wands drawn in front pointed the two, and back- up wands drawn, waiting, behind their backs.
This did not intimidate the Malfoy men at all, though. Lucius smirked at them while Draco glared and brought a hand up to a bandage on his temple, which was no doubt, Hermione's handy work.
Ginny and Hermione, although not the time, could not help but slightly grin at this.
Unfortunately, this distraction took their attention off of Lucius and he muttered a disarming spell quickly. Before they knew what had happened, all four wands slipped out of their hands and into the hands of Lucius and Draco.
Hermione looked at Ginny through the corner of her eyes and caught Ginny doing the same. Hermione nodded, and somehow, Ginny quite understood what she was trying to tell her. There was no way they could escape with the Malfoys armed with their four wands and plus their own standing directly in front of them. So the did the only thing they could do. They fought physically. They did this not to try to get away, but to at least hurt them in the process.
Hermione all of a sudden brought up her leg and stomped on Lucius's leather loafer clad foot, making him howl in pain. Ginny kicked Draco in the shin, and then also stomped on his booted foot.
"Fuck!" was all Ginny or Hermione heard before the men quickly righted themselves and the girls knew they had made and utterly stupid mistake.
"You'll pay for that dearly, Mudblood," Lucius whispered, his voice full of loathing.
"You, too, little Weasel." Draco's voice was equally laced with malice.
Ginny could not help it. She always smarted back to her brothers when they said that to her. She did the only thing that felt right, then. She insulted him.
"Oh yeah, you little ferret? You just wait. Are they going to have to send Mad-Eye Moody up here to teach you another little lesson? Hmm?" Ginny asked in a sickly sweet, yet angered voice. "Although, you wouldn't make a very cute pet for any Muggle child. Maybe they should turn you into a little fluffy bunny rabbit, instead."
Draco's eyes narrowed and he leapt like a cat at Ginny. Lucius just stood there watching his son tackle a sixteen-year-old female, almost proudly.
When Draco had Ginny pinned under him, he lifted his hand very slowly, just like he did in Hogsmeade at the Shrieking Shack, to strike her beautiful, porcelain-coloured face.
When his hand would not go any higher above his head and he was poised to bring it down, a blur of black, gray, and brown came from the air and knocked Malfoy off of Ginny.
Hermione watched as Draco prepared to slap Ginny, but she was not having it. When he had his hand all the way above his head, she jumped. She went the three feet through the air and swiped Malfoy clean off of Ginny, knocking him to the cold stone ground.
Draco realized what had happened and when to hit Hermione instead. He succeeded but was paid back with a swift punch into his eye from her. They rolled around on the ground like that for some time, throwing fist and feet at each other as if it were a regular bar brawl. Hermione, he found out, was no easy opponent. She was quite strong and could deliver a painful hit. He briefly wondered were she learned to fight like this. Finally, he successfully pinned her down with her arms above her head. He smirked up at his father triumphantly, while he straddled a struggling Hermione.
Ginny knew any more wrong moves or words would not be in their favor. Hermione seemed to realize this also and stopped struggling.
"What are you going to do with us now?" Ginny had a very distinct, frightened whimper in her voice.
"Just wait." Neither girl liked the silky tone of Draco's voice.
With that, both girls were bound, gagged and levitated away upstairs to a dusty, yet well furnished bedroom where they waited unknowingly to be visited by the Dark Lord himself.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. Hermione gave Ginny, who was lying on the bed, a questioning look from her chair by the unbreakable window. They girls had tried everything to escape, from picking up furniture and throwing it at the windows to trying to kick down the door. Nothing worked, however. They had greatly destroyed the beautiful room that had dark wooded walls and flooring and intricately detailed and plush furniture. They didn't care though.
Hermione quickly got up and sat next to Ginny as the door slowly opened. What met them was a tall dark robed figure.
A pale, spidery hand reached out from its hiding place of the cloak and lifted the hood down.
Ginny screamed and Hermione nearly threw up at the man (was it a man?) that met them. He had narrow, red gleaming eyes, two small slits for nose, a tiny mouth with a forked tongue, and no hair.
The thing, that could only be Voldemort, smiled at them wickedly. He took one step towards the girls who flinched as he did so. This made him broaden his smile.
"So this is the only Arthur Weasley's only daughter and the famous intelligent Mudblood?"
No sound came from the girls.
"I have great plans for you both. You two will be my ticket to finally get Potter and his Muggle-loving friend at last. Then I can kill you all at one time. I have heard from my ears at Hogwarts that all four of you have become even closer. No doubt that Potter, nor Weasley would want to loose their newfound love interests. No doubt, indeed." He grinned at them mirthfully as both their ears pricked up and their eyes softened.
"I am having quite a lot of fun playing my little mind game with them, though. I have given them one month to come and try to retrieve you both, with no Dumbledore or Aurors. If they don't come, I will kill you, Miss Weasely, but you Miss Granger, will no matter what he outcome be the Mudblood sacrifice that Draco Malfoy uses to become a Death Eater. When Harry and Ron come, I will challenge Harry to a proper duel, in which Ron will be his second, and you both will watch. I will kill Harry, then Ron, and then you, Virginia. But do not fret, Hermione, because your death will come shortly after." He said this all in a very deathly business tone while Hermione and Ginny stared at him in horrified trances.
Pleased with their speechlessness, he turned and left, but not before coming back in to say, "Oh, and my some my Death Eaters will be coming in to 'visit' you. You both are such lovely young ladies." And he left.
Ginny turned to Hermione with a mixture of disgust and fright on her face. Hermione was a great deal calmer though. She took the younger girl into her arms and held her while she sobbed, whispering words of encouragement into her ears.
It had been two weeks since Harry and Ron had started their training. They were both already muscular and the physical training did more for them than seven years of Quidditch or work labor over the summer could ever do.
They woke up at 5:00 every morning to do two hours of weight lifting and running. They were aloud fifteen minutes for breakfast, then they went to learn their new spells, curses, and hexes for a good five hours. Lunch for fifteen minutes. Another physical training session for three hours and learning spells again for six hours, with dinner in between that. Right before bed they were to run fifteen laps round the Quidditch pitch and then shower.
They usually didn't get to bed until 10:00 and then they had nights of tossing and turning when dreaming about what might be happening to Ginny and Hermione.
The physical training was the worst of it all, but was well worth it. They each had filled out more. Their shoulders and chests widened by several inches, and their arms were much larger, as well as their legs.
Ron worked harder than any one had ever seen him work. He was fueled by his rage. Harry kept up with Ron but sometime lagged from his own self- pity. He thought Hermione and Ginny's kidnappings were his fault. Ron would've tried to argue with him, but was too mad at himself for letting Hermione out of his sight. His anger was not only towards Voldemort or Malfoy, but towards himself. That was why he pushed his body to the extent of physical pain everyday, like some sort of punishment. He promised himself, as did Harry, that he would never let anything hurt or harm Hermione or Ginny ever again.
They learned crippling curses, much more powerful disarming spells, and blinding hexes. But, what disturbed them the most was that they were taught the Unforgivable Curses. What was even more disturbing was that both them had extremely powerful magic in their bloods, making their Curses very effective. They could control anyone or thing they wanted. They knew this because they were permitted to try out the Imperius Curse on some willing people. They had no doubt that their Cruciatus would have long lasting effect on any unlucky victim. The Killing Curse was, although supposed to be hard to learn, very easy for Harry and Ron.
The Killing Curse only took a few days for them to master entirely. All they had to do before saying the fatal words was bring up all the hate they had inside them. It was easy for them because they did not hate anyone as much as they hated Voldemort. All they did was think of him and they could kill in an instant. I was a little weird to be so powerful with one curse that required so much hate for Harry. But not Ron. Ever since Hermione was taken, he was a different person. He didn't speak or laugh much. He always had a glare on his face (which caused him to scare many younger students out of his way). All he did was brood about what had happened and what he was going to do about it. Ron was very powerful, with both brute and magical strength.
There was one other thing that was taught to them. They were told that they would have to kill some of the Death Eaters and possibly Voldemort. Neither boy had any problem with this. Ron and Harry could kill Voldemort without a problem, not to mention a couple of Death Eaters.
Only two weeks had gone by and they were two of the strongest wizards of their time, very likely rivaling even Voldemort and Dumbledore. Dumbledore was just glad that they were on his side, because he would not want to cross these two on the warpath. He pitied Voldemort the day they met him.
Hermione and Ginny were fairing quite well, for being in the constant presence of Voldemort and his nutter followers.
It had actually been two week since they had been held captive. Fortunately for them, all the Death Eater were now too scared to come into the room to try and force the two teenage girls into their wishes for fear of bodily harm.
Hermione had been teaching Ginny how to fight. Ginny now had a brutal punch and a lethal knee. Her arms were much more like Hermione's now: muscular. They had injured many Death Eaters whenever they tried something, sometimes saving each other, although with a heavy price to pay. All they did was succeed in angering the men to the point were they would put the Cruciatus Curse on them and leave. But to Ginny and Hermione, that was better than being used as a harlot.
The first time they had the Curse placed on one of them was the second day they were there. It had happened almost every other day since then. One of the Death Eaters had come in quietly while Ginny and Hermione were sleeping on the large canopied bed.
He had crawled over on top of Hermione and startled her. She had brought her knee up and punched him in the nose, hearing a dull crack indicating it had broken. The man had rolled off the bed while Hermione quickly got up and hurried Ginny into a corner and hid her. The raging mad and bloodied Death Eater had gotten up with wand in hand and instantly said the curse. Hermione had let out a piercing shriek and fell to the ground. She writhed and screamed on the ground with Ginny panicking next to her for a full three minutes before it was lifted and the man left. Since then, it was the expected consequence of defending their bodies and their pride. Some just left them after they were kicked or hit, not doing anything and never came back. The others that used the curse never came back, either.
The girls were quite proud of themselves for holding off the Death Eaters for so long by themselves, but still hoped that Ron and Harry would get there soon, because they couldn't withstand the Cruciatus Curse much longer or physically fighting full grown men.
It was in the middle of the last week that they were being held prisoner, they were paid a visit from another Death Eater late one night.
Both girls were as sound asleep as anyone could be with Voldemort or their almost guaranteed deaths so near. They both had come accustomed to waking up when the door clicked shut and tonight was no different.
It was pitch black in the room and they could not tell whom it was that they would have to fight off. Their fighting mechanism was always the same. They would pretend to be asleep and when the assailant crawled over them, they would viciously attack.
But tonight, that plan was hopelessly bashed into wall.
The man muttered, "Petricifus Totalis," to Hermione and then to Ginny. Both girls were now paralyzed with no means of defending themselves and not to mention, frightened out of their minds.
"I told you I'd pay you both back," said the same silky voice that would make both girls want to run screaming.
Ginny and Hermione felt the bed shift as a greater weigh place itself on Ginny's side.
"Wonder what Potter and Weasley would do if they found out what I was about to do to their little girlfriend and sister? Too bad they'll never live to find out," he said in a revoltingly sweet voice into Ginny's ear.
She shivered in disgust as she felt his breath on her ear, while Hermione tried with all her might to move, even though she new it was a fruitless attempt.
"And what about the Mudblood over here? I'm sure Ron would like to have done this instead of me, but too bad for the great prat, letting you leave his overprotective sight." It was Hermione's turn to shiver when he ran a finger up her neck to her ear.
"It's a good thing that the Dark Lord was so kind as to give you both an adjoining bathroom and new clothes. I wouldn't want to do this too an even dirtier Mudblood and weasel," he said as he eyed their new robes.
It was true that Voldemort had given them a bathroom with a shower, thank God, and new dress robes also. They were not too proud as to change into the clean, silky (although extremely form-fitting), green robes and cloaks. Neither if them had ever had such fine dress robes and were secretly very pleased with the way they looked in them.
Although, now, what wouldn't either of them give for their old winter school clothes with heavy blouses, sweaters, stockings, and robes.
Malfoy reached up to Ginny and swiftly undid her cloak that she wore for warmth, revealing her new robes to him. He leaned over and did the same to Hermione. His eyes widened in satisfaction in the dark, making Hermione and Ginny even more sick.
He started in on Hermione first. He ran his finger over her arms and legs and then once again over her neck. She was ready to release the bile that had built up in her throat now, but couldn't. She couldn't stop the tears that fell from her eyes as Malfoy slowly undid the top fastenings on her robe. He realized she was crying as he did this and yelled at her.
"STOP THAT!"
When she didn't he struck her across the face. That was when Ginny started to cry as well. These things only made the tears fall bigger and faster from her eyes. She didn't want this to happen and more so for Ginny not to have to be right there when it did.
Malfoy noticed Ginny's tears and raised his hand to strike her as well. He hit her so hard though, that he lost his own balance and toppled off the bed. He quickly stood and straddled Hermione, ready to continue.
But, then, his plan was bashed into the wall as well as the door was blown into bits by some unknown force that quickly showed itself in all of its furious glory.
A/N - Another slightly dull chapter, the next one is going to have lots of action though, so give me a few days. Hell, I maybe get it done tonight, if I don't stay out too late with my friends. We'll see. Tell me what you think. I'm sorry, I'm not really good at rape or any of those scenes, so if it's a little weak, sorry. Thanks for reading!
A/N - Just a little note: tigress33: No offense taken, I just wanted everyone to have a better understanding of the characters actions and reactions.
After Ron and Harry left Dumbledore's office that night, after the explanation of their slight training, the boys stayed up all night discussing what they could do with their training to save the girls. They had come up with many ideas out their hate and rage towards the Death Eaters and Voldemort and what they might be doing to Hermione and Ginny. Some ideas were not very realistic and very gruesome. Others, however, could actually work and they wrote those down.
The next morning they were to report to the Headmaster's office again to receive instructions as to their training.
When they arrived, though, they found a grim Dumbledore looking at a piece of parchment and a frightened McGonagall.
"What happened?" Ron knew that only something to do with Hermione and Ginny could make them act like that.
Neither teachers spoke, but Dumbledore held out the parchment to Harry.
Harry read it and seemed to re-read it before finally comprehending it and closed his eyes solemnly. Ron snatched the letter after seeing Harry's reaction and read it himself. What he read made his heart sink to his feet and a feeling of foreboding and sorrow wash over his entire being.
Dear Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasely,
I do believe that you will have noticed your precious sister and friend, Miss, Ginny Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger, are missing by now, as I have been told by a reliable future Death Eater of mine, that they rarely ever leave your sight. I am holding them as my Death Eaters and my personal 'guests'. You will have no doubt already told your Headmaster of their disappearance. All I want is you. We can finally have a proper duel this time Harry, with a proper second in place for you. If any Aurors or your Muggle-loving Headmaster come, I will kill the girls immediately. I will say again, all I want is you. If no one comes in a fortnights time, I will kill them. See you soon, boys.
-Lord Voldemort
Ron could actually hear Voldemort's mocking tone in his very formal business letter. It sent shivers up his spine. He read the letter over again and suddenly felt all his rage from seven years of Voldemort ruining their lives. He let out a roar that the all the students in the castle and people of Hogsmeade could hear. It was a yell of rage, pain, frustration, and hopelessness. It shook everyone's heart in the room. Suddenly, Ron stopped yelling and looked at Dumbledore, quite calmly. Everyone knew that Ron was his maddest when he was unbelievably calm.
"We have one month to do the Auror training. Can it be done in that amount time?"
"I believe it can, but now, do to this new information, you will not just be in Auror training, but War Auror training. The training requires much physical, magical, and mental training. There is a limited amount of War Aurors, so you will have a unique training that only few are privileged to. You will have to drop your classes for that time. You will have to work long days and sleep short nights. You will have training in new and highly advanced spells, curses, and enchantments. You will also have to learn to use a Muggle weapon called a 'gun'. It will be strenuous and highly dangerous. Do you both think you can do it?"
"Yes," they answered simultaneously and without a moment's hesitation.
"Very well, then," he concluded with a hint of admiration for the two now fully grown wizards and men in front of him. He held a high respect for them and the loyalty and love they showed for their friends. They were willing to go into battle and most likely, guaranteed death, just to save their friends. Those wear true Gryffindor qualities.
Hermione instinctively stepped in front of Ginny, but Ginny stepped around her and stood next to her, wands drawn in front pointed the two, and back- up wands drawn, waiting, behind their backs.
This did not intimidate the Malfoy men at all, though. Lucius smirked at them while Draco glared and brought a hand up to a bandage on his temple, which was no doubt, Hermione's handy work.
Ginny and Hermione, although not the time, could not help but slightly grin at this.
Unfortunately, this distraction took their attention off of Lucius and he muttered a disarming spell quickly. Before they knew what had happened, all four wands slipped out of their hands and into the hands of Lucius and Draco.
Hermione looked at Ginny through the corner of her eyes and caught Ginny doing the same. Hermione nodded, and somehow, Ginny quite understood what she was trying to tell her. There was no way they could escape with the Malfoys armed with their four wands and plus their own standing directly in front of them. So the did the only thing they could do. They fought physically. They did this not to try to get away, but to at least hurt them in the process.
Hermione all of a sudden brought up her leg and stomped on Lucius's leather loafer clad foot, making him howl in pain. Ginny kicked Draco in the shin, and then also stomped on his booted foot.
"Fuck!" was all Ginny or Hermione heard before the men quickly righted themselves and the girls knew they had made and utterly stupid mistake.
"You'll pay for that dearly, Mudblood," Lucius whispered, his voice full of loathing.
"You, too, little Weasel." Draco's voice was equally laced with malice.
Ginny could not help it. She always smarted back to her brothers when they said that to her. She did the only thing that felt right, then. She insulted him.
"Oh yeah, you little ferret? You just wait. Are they going to have to send Mad-Eye Moody up here to teach you another little lesson? Hmm?" Ginny asked in a sickly sweet, yet angered voice. "Although, you wouldn't make a very cute pet for any Muggle child. Maybe they should turn you into a little fluffy bunny rabbit, instead."
Draco's eyes narrowed and he leapt like a cat at Ginny. Lucius just stood there watching his son tackle a sixteen-year-old female, almost proudly.
When Draco had Ginny pinned under him, he lifted his hand very slowly, just like he did in Hogsmeade at the Shrieking Shack, to strike her beautiful, porcelain-coloured face.
When his hand would not go any higher above his head and he was poised to bring it down, a blur of black, gray, and brown came from the air and knocked Malfoy off of Ginny.
Hermione watched as Draco prepared to slap Ginny, but she was not having it. When he had his hand all the way above his head, she jumped. She went the three feet through the air and swiped Malfoy clean off of Ginny, knocking him to the cold stone ground.
Draco realized what had happened and when to hit Hermione instead. He succeeded but was paid back with a swift punch into his eye from her. They rolled around on the ground like that for some time, throwing fist and feet at each other as if it were a regular bar brawl. Hermione, he found out, was no easy opponent. She was quite strong and could deliver a painful hit. He briefly wondered were she learned to fight like this. Finally, he successfully pinned her down with her arms above her head. He smirked up at his father triumphantly, while he straddled a struggling Hermione.
Ginny knew any more wrong moves or words would not be in their favor. Hermione seemed to realize this also and stopped struggling.
"What are you going to do with us now?" Ginny had a very distinct, frightened whimper in her voice.
"Just wait." Neither girl liked the silky tone of Draco's voice.
With that, both girls were bound, gagged and levitated away upstairs to a dusty, yet well furnished bedroom where they waited unknowingly to be visited by the Dark Lord himself.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. Hermione gave Ginny, who was lying on the bed, a questioning look from her chair by the unbreakable window. They girls had tried everything to escape, from picking up furniture and throwing it at the windows to trying to kick down the door. Nothing worked, however. They had greatly destroyed the beautiful room that had dark wooded walls and flooring and intricately detailed and plush furniture. They didn't care though.
Hermione quickly got up and sat next to Ginny as the door slowly opened. What met them was a tall dark robed figure.
A pale, spidery hand reached out from its hiding place of the cloak and lifted the hood down.
Ginny screamed and Hermione nearly threw up at the man (was it a man?) that met them. He had narrow, red gleaming eyes, two small slits for nose, a tiny mouth with a forked tongue, and no hair.
The thing, that could only be Voldemort, smiled at them wickedly. He took one step towards the girls who flinched as he did so. This made him broaden his smile.
"So this is the only Arthur Weasley's only daughter and the famous intelligent Mudblood?"
No sound came from the girls.
"I have great plans for you both. You two will be my ticket to finally get Potter and his Muggle-loving friend at last. Then I can kill you all at one time. I have heard from my ears at Hogwarts that all four of you have become even closer. No doubt that Potter, nor Weasley would want to loose their newfound love interests. No doubt, indeed." He grinned at them mirthfully as both their ears pricked up and their eyes softened.
"I am having quite a lot of fun playing my little mind game with them, though. I have given them one month to come and try to retrieve you both, with no Dumbledore or Aurors. If they don't come, I will kill you, Miss Weasely, but you Miss Granger, will no matter what he outcome be the Mudblood sacrifice that Draco Malfoy uses to become a Death Eater. When Harry and Ron come, I will challenge Harry to a proper duel, in which Ron will be his second, and you both will watch. I will kill Harry, then Ron, and then you, Virginia. But do not fret, Hermione, because your death will come shortly after." He said this all in a very deathly business tone while Hermione and Ginny stared at him in horrified trances.
Pleased with their speechlessness, he turned and left, but not before coming back in to say, "Oh, and my some my Death Eaters will be coming in to 'visit' you. You both are such lovely young ladies." And he left.
Ginny turned to Hermione with a mixture of disgust and fright on her face. Hermione was a great deal calmer though. She took the younger girl into her arms and held her while she sobbed, whispering words of encouragement into her ears.
It had been two weeks since Harry and Ron had started their training. They were both already muscular and the physical training did more for them than seven years of Quidditch or work labor over the summer could ever do.
They woke up at 5:00 every morning to do two hours of weight lifting and running. They were aloud fifteen minutes for breakfast, then they went to learn their new spells, curses, and hexes for a good five hours. Lunch for fifteen minutes. Another physical training session for three hours and learning spells again for six hours, with dinner in between that. Right before bed they were to run fifteen laps round the Quidditch pitch and then shower.
They usually didn't get to bed until 10:00 and then they had nights of tossing and turning when dreaming about what might be happening to Ginny and Hermione.
The physical training was the worst of it all, but was well worth it. They each had filled out more. Their shoulders and chests widened by several inches, and their arms were much larger, as well as their legs.
Ron worked harder than any one had ever seen him work. He was fueled by his rage. Harry kept up with Ron but sometime lagged from his own self- pity. He thought Hermione and Ginny's kidnappings were his fault. Ron would've tried to argue with him, but was too mad at himself for letting Hermione out of his sight. His anger was not only towards Voldemort or Malfoy, but towards himself. That was why he pushed his body to the extent of physical pain everyday, like some sort of punishment. He promised himself, as did Harry, that he would never let anything hurt or harm Hermione or Ginny ever again.
They learned crippling curses, much more powerful disarming spells, and blinding hexes. But, what disturbed them the most was that they were taught the Unforgivable Curses. What was even more disturbing was that both them had extremely powerful magic in their bloods, making their Curses very effective. They could control anyone or thing they wanted. They knew this because they were permitted to try out the Imperius Curse on some willing people. They had no doubt that their Cruciatus would have long lasting effect on any unlucky victim. The Killing Curse was, although supposed to be hard to learn, very easy for Harry and Ron.
The Killing Curse only took a few days for them to master entirely. All they had to do before saying the fatal words was bring up all the hate they had inside them. It was easy for them because they did not hate anyone as much as they hated Voldemort. All they did was think of him and they could kill in an instant. I was a little weird to be so powerful with one curse that required so much hate for Harry. But not Ron. Ever since Hermione was taken, he was a different person. He didn't speak or laugh much. He always had a glare on his face (which caused him to scare many younger students out of his way). All he did was brood about what had happened and what he was going to do about it. Ron was very powerful, with both brute and magical strength.
There was one other thing that was taught to them. They were told that they would have to kill some of the Death Eaters and possibly Voldemort. Neither boy had any problem with this. Ron and Harry could kill Voldemort without a problem, not to mention a couple of Death Eaters.
Only two weeks had gone by and they were two of the strongest wizards of their time, very likely rivaling even Voldemort and Dumbledore. Dumbledore was just glad that they were on his side, because he would not want to cross these two on the warpath. He pitied Voldemort the day they met him.
Hermione and Ginny were fairing quite well, for being in the constant presence of Voldemort and his nutter followers.
It had actually been two week since they had been held captive. Fortunately for them, all the Death Eater were now too scared to come into the room to try and force the two teenage girls into their wishes for fear of bodily harm.
Hermione had been teaching Ginny how to fight. Ginny now had a brutal punch and a lethal knee. Her arms were much more like Hermione's now: muscular. They had injured many Death Eaters whenever they tried something, sometimes saving each other, although with a heavy price to pay. All they did was succeed in angering the men to the point were they would put the Cruciatus Curse on them and leave. But to Ginny and Hermione, that was better than being used as a harlot.
The first time they had the Curse placed on one of them was the second day they were there. It had happened almost every other day since then. One of the Death Eaters had come in quietly while Ginny and Hermione were sleeping on the large canopied bed.
He had crawled over on top of Hermione and startled her. She had brought her knee up and punched him in the nose, hearing a dull crack indicating it had broken. The man had rolled off the bed while Hermione quickly got up and hurried Ginny into a corner and hid her. The raging mad and bloodied Death Eater had gotten up with wand in hand and instantly said the curse. Hermione had let out a piercing shriek and fell to the ground. She writhed and screamed on the ground with Ginny panicking next to her for a full three minutes before it was lifted and the man left. Since then, it was the expected consequence of defending their bodies and their pride. Some just left them after they were kicked or hit, not doing anything and never came back. The others that used the curse never came back, either.
The girls were quite proud of themselves for holding off the Death Eaters for so long by themselves, but still hoped that Ron and Harry would get there soon, because they couldn't withstand the Cruciatus Curse much longer or physically fighting full grown men.
It was in the middle of the last week that they were being held prisoner, they were paid a visit from another Death Eater late one night.
Both girls were as sound asleep as anyone could be with Voldemort or their almost guaranteed deaths so near. They both had come accustomed to waking up when the door clicked shut and tonight was no different.
It was pitch black in the room and they could not tell whom it was that they would have to fight off. Their fighting mechanism was always the same. They would pretend to be asleep and when the assailant crawled over them, they would viciously attack.
But tonight, that plan was hopelessly bashed into wall.
The man muttered, "Petricifus Totalis," to Hermione and then to Ginny. Both girls were now paralyzed with no means of defending themselves and not to mention, frightened out of their minds.
"I told you I'd pay you both back," said the same silky voice that would make both girls want to run screaming.
Ginny and Hermione felt the bed shift as a greater weigh place itself on Ginny's side.
"Wonder what Potter and Weasley would do if they found out what I was about to do to their little girlfriend and sister? Too bad they'll never live to find out," he said in a revoltingly sweet voice into Ginny's ear.
She shivered in disgust as she felt his breath on her ear, while Hermione tried with all her might to move, even though she new it was a fruitless attempt.
"And what about the Mudblood over here? I'm sure Ron would like to have done this instead of me, but too bad for the great prat, letting you leave his overprotective sight." It was Hermione's turn to shiver when he ran a finger up her neck to her ear.
"It's a good thing that the Dark Lord was so kind as to give you both an adjoining bathroom and new clothes. I wouldn't want to do this too an even dirtier Mudblood and weasel," he said as he eyed their new robes.
It was true that Voldemort had given them a bathroom with a shower, thank God, and new dress robes also. They were not too proud as to change into the clean, silky (although extremely form-fitting), green robes and cloaks. Neither if them had ever had such fine dress robes and were secretly very pleased with the way they looked in them.
Although, now, what wouldn't either of them give for their old winter school clothes with heavy blouses, sweaters, stockings, and robes.
Malfoy reached up to Ginny and swiftly undid her cloak that she wore for warmth, revealing her new robes to him. He leaned over and did the same to Hermione. His eyes widened in satisfaction in the dark, making Hermione and Ginny even more sick.
He started in on Hermione first. He ran his finger over her arms and legs and then once again over her neck. She was ready to release the bile that had built up in her throat now, but couldn't. She couldn't stop the tears that fell from her eyes as Malfoy slowly undid the top fastenings on her robe. He realized she was crying as he did this and yelled at her.
"STOP THAT!"
When she didn't he struck her across the face. That was when Ginny started to cry as well. These things only made the tears fall bigger and faster from her eyes. She didn't want this to happen and more so for Ginny not to have to be right there when it did.
Malfoy noticed Ginny's tears and raised his hand to strike her as well. He hit her so hard though, that he lost his own balance and toppled off the bed. He quickly stood and straddled Hermione, ready to continue.
But, then, his plan was bashed into the wall as well as the door was blown into bits by some unknown force that quickly showed itself in all of its furious glory.
A/N - Another slightly dull chapter, the next one is going to have lots of action though, so give me a few days. Hell, I maybe get it done tonight, if I don't stay out too late with my friends. We'll see. Tell me what you think. I'm sorry, I'm not really good at rape or any of those scenes, so if it's a little weak, sorry. Thanks for reading!