Welcome back to yet another segment in the twisting and corrupting of the
Harry Potter world. I am glad you guys have been enjoying this, as hard as
it is to write this story at times due to its themes and my lack of
experience on this topic, I trudge on eagerly. Please continue to read and
review because as a review whore, I lust for them ^_^.
I will continue the disclaimer and warning but you guys should all know by now what this fic involves and if you don't and happen upon it, dislike it, no calling me evil names though flames are amusing and I will read them all. Either way, do what you like.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me outside the plot. All the characters and sets aside from the room I mentioned belong to and are the legal property of J.K. Rowling, her publishers and the nazis at Warner Brothers. I am simply twisting it in my own way and if you sue, you will get my student loan debt. ::even with the debt, Midnight Elf would like to not be sued today::
Warning! ::sighs:: If you have no idea by now, read on. This story involves rape, its consequences and other generally angsty stuff. Its graphic at points and now you should consider yourself warned. ::sighs and mumbles to self:: why do I waste my time with this? Seriously, sheesh. ^_^
~Midnight Elf
Chapter 4
Professor Snape walked the halls leading back his own personal rooms near the Slytherin common room. He was overly tired and his latest mission had been a disaster. He had recovered no new information and two junior Aurors had ambushed him, not knowing his status and he had had to deal with them while two other Death Eaters fled. Bloody cowards they were, not at all suitable for more than pillaging abandoned wizarding homes as people fled the country in the wake of the coming war.
He was dead tired and had been given leave by Dumbledore to spend all day tomorrow sleeping. A substitute would take over his class. He had left instructions on his desk prior to leaving this afternoon and he had indicated that they must be followed precisely.
He arrived down in the dungeons in time to hear a male voice speaking low. Turning to investigate, he noticed a closed door that lead to a little used former classroom. He pulled his wand out and summoned up his worst facial expression. After all, whoever was in the classroom was wasting his valuable time.
He opened the door and was about to speak when he saw a crumpled black form lying on the floor, unmoving. He walked over, and kneeled down to look at the figure to determine who it was. After all, it could be the student playing a trick, pretending to be sick or hurt just to get out of detention. Well he would inform them of a change in situation.
He rolled the student over and loose hair moved to cover their features. The hair colour was undeterminable in the darkness but Professor Snape did notice the glint of silver when he rolled the student. He looked down slightly to find the prefect badge pinned neatly to the right side of the student robes, exactly opposite the school crest before snapping back up to the covered face.
He pushed the hair back quickly to find the ashen face of Hermione Granger. He could feel a spell in the air all around her and used his own spell to learn the truth.
"Prior Incantatium." The air all around her stained a vicious blood red, heavy and thick. It was a spell of contraception, but one not used by willing partners. It was one developed many centuries ago by a pair of brutal wizards fond of raping the common populous. But they had no desire to populate the area with bastard children for that would point the finger at them. So they had designed this spell. It was not in common usage and known only to a select few. It had only been written down, for research purposes in one book, which currently resided in the heavily restricted section of the library. All books there were under lock and key and you needed the professor with you to even look at them. They never left the library and only Madame Pince knew the spell to unlock them.
The spell was unpopular due to the amount of pain it caused the enchantee if used more than once. But it also was the most effective spell to date for preventing unwanted pregnancies. It was a particular favorite among a small group of senior death eaters. It had no counter spell.
Professor Snape scooped up Hermione's limp form; any spells right now directly on her would only cause more pain when she woke up so he had to transport her manually to his great dislike. He walked through the darkened halls, not once meeting anyone, wishing some other professor would come along that he could pass her off on since all he wanted was a stiff drink and bed.
He soon arrived at the hospital wing and summoned Madam Pomfrey with the little bell on the table by the door. She came running, pulling on a housecoat over her nightgown. Lamps flared to life as she passed them until the wing was bathed in a bright light. He quickly shoved her into the startled matron's arms before turning and moving to leave the room and go sleep.
"Wait! Professor Snape. What is going on? What happened to Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey asked, bewildered, the limp girl still draped in her arms.
"I found her unconscious on the floor in a little used classroom. I do not know what happened. Now will you let me get to my bed you silly woman and take care of your patient!" Snape snapped impatiently before turning on heal and storming back to his set of rooms.
~*~
Hermione woke slowly to muffled voices near where she lay. At first she heard a male voice and thought it was Him. Fear froze her body and she crunched up, trying to appear as small as humanly possible. She wished briefly for her wand but knew that it was probably gone. It was then as she crunched up that she realized she was no longer in her school robes but in something soft and loose, like a hospital gown.
".Snape found her. Brought her in and left in such a hurry."
Hermione sat up slightly when she realized she was in the hospital wing and groaned as pain throbbed in her head. It felt stuffed with cotton wool. Her eyes opened slightly only to slam shut again in protection against the bright light and whiteness of the wing. She heard cloth rustling as someone came to her bedside upon hearing her groan.
"Miss Granger?" A calm voice asked that Hermione quickly placed as Madam Pomfrey's.
Hermione opened her eyes once again, slowly this time and looked into the face of the concerned nurse. Hovering behind her was, of all people, Professor McGonagall, her head of house. She looked confused at the two and tried to sort through her muddled thoughts and piece together everything. Finally, the cotton in her mind cleared just enough that she could phrase a question properly.
"What am I doing here? And why are you here Professor?" She asked slowly, still trying to clear the cotton out.
"You collapsed while of prefect duty down in the dungeons. Professor Snape found you and brought you here. Unfortunately, he gave me no details before storming off. We expect to see him later today as I have asked Professor Dumbledore to direct him here as soon as possible." Madam Pomfrey told her while straightening the bedding and fusing with a vial of potion on the table next to the bed.
"Professor Dumbledore? Why is he involved? And, why are you here Professor? I assume a student collapsing is not something a Head of House worries about overly much." Hermione asked, as she was able to think through the pain and wool to put some pieces together.
Madam Pomfrey noticed Hermione slight grimace and handed her the vial. "For your headache dear. No worries though, you will remain alert."
"Now Hermione, as to why Professor Dumbledore and I are involved. Only you can truthfully answer that. Madam Pomfrey found evidence of sexual assault when she examined you. But it is older than the other night. Did something happen to you Hermione that you never reported?" Professor McGonagall asked in a soft yet stern voice.
Hermione felt like a deer caught in the headlights as the pair of women looked at her with questioning eyes. She thought briefly to His warning. If she told anyone, he would hurt someone else. She simply shook her head, fear coursing through her body. Then without another word, she rolled onto her side, away from the two pairs of eyes watching her and closed her eyes tight, pushing it all away.
She heard both women sigh and then footsteps walking away from her bed. She allowed the pain potion to dull her senses completely and gave herself over to sleep.
~*~
He sat in class, his mood sour. He had been so close last night to punishing his little Gryffindor. But then that idiot Snape had shown up. It had been a close call; he almost hadn't gotten away in time. And now she would open her lying mouth and everyone would know. But he knew deep down she would remain quiet. After all, his threat to go after others if she told had worked well. She would not disobey him in that sense.
~*~
Hermione lay unmoving in the hospital bed as Madam Pomfrey puttered around, straightening the corner of the blanket, rearranging the bottles on the little try next to the bed. Hermione knew she wasn't fooling Pomfrey by pretending to be asleep and the matron was simply waiting her out. At this time, Hermione was the only patient in the wing and this allowed Madam Pomfrey to humour Hermiones charade.
Finally, she gave up and sat up slowly. Madam Pomfrey stopped all her fussing about and turned her eyes toward Hermione. A simple question hovered in their depths and Hermione knew what it was.
"Now Miss Granger. If your finished with the play acting, will you tell me what happened to you?" Madam Pomfrey asked in a no nonsense voice.
Hermione looked down at her hands and clasped them together tightly, causing the skin to go white. She shook her head in an almost imperceptible no. And Madam Pomfrey sighed.
"Child, I cannot help you if you will not tell me what happened. As it is I still cannot identify the spell that still lingers around you and Professor Snape is still asleep. I need your help to provide the proper medical care."
Hermione looked up then, her eyes shiny with unspilled tears.
"I can't." She answered softly, her voice cracking as she tried to control her emotions. "And you can't help me anyway, no one can."
With that, she lay back down and rolled over so her back was to the fussing matron.
~*~
He crept into the Hospital ward unseen and unnoticed in the darkness. Only one small lamp glowed, at the bedside of the only patient. He smiled menacingly as he saw her sleeping, curled up and wrapped in blankets and sheets as if to protect herself from him.
Slowly he walked, removing a wand from its hiding place in his sleeve. He came up to the bed and looked down at her. Judging from her face, her sleep was far from peaceful. She was muttering and soft little whimpers escaped her mouth. The sounds only aroused him as he imagined her making them underneath him.
He placed his hand on her shoulder and bent his head so his mouth was at her ear and spoke softly.
"Poor little Gryffindor."
He stepped back and she shot to a sitting position, her eyes wide with fear, clutching the blankets close around her in a useless sort of protection. He grinned down at her.
"Poor little Gryffindor. All alone with no one to turn to. I would hope she has been a silent little Gryffindor as well." He reached out, took a handful of hair and pulled her head back slightly, watching as she winced. "Because we both know what will happen if this little Gryffindor should tell anyone, don't we?"
She nodded and he let go of her.
"That's a good girl. But when you get out of here, we must have a special lesson."
He turned and walked away, leaving her sitting on the bed, wide eyed and shaking.
~*~
Hermione watched him go, his latest threat ringing in her ears. She had to get away, from here and from Him. Only one place in the entire castle was safer than the rest, Gryffindor Tower. There she could hide behind a password and her own mind.
She pushed back the blankets from her almost violently and scrambled from the bed. Her bare feet hit cold stone floor and she sucked in her breath at the shock of it. She glanced around quickly, resembling a small animal cornered and trying to find the safety of a den, away from predators. Then with stealth, she moved quickly through the door on the wing and made her way through the castle corridors.
She skillfully avoided the patrols of prefects on duty and slowly made her way through dark, moonwashed corridors until she arrived to the seventh floor. Only a few more corridors and turns and she would be safe.
She turned the last corner and smacked straight into something tall and hard. She reeled back in horror, thinking he had watched her leave the wing and followed. She looked up at the face of her attacker and found Professor Snape scowling down at her.
"How dare.Miss Granger!?"
A feeling of relief filled her. It was Him.
"Miss Granger. What are you doing up here? I was under the impression you were in the Hospital Wing." His scowl deepened. "I am under a mind to take points for this. But we shall see. Now, follow me."
She stood rooted on the spot, he was going to take her back, away from safety. She couldn't let that happen. She had to get to the tower and behind the portrait and the password.
"What are you waiting for girl. Move now."
"No. You cannot make me go back there, Professor or not. I will not return to the Hospital Wing." She said, with a shaky voice.
He turned and frowned. "And here I thought you were supposed to be head girl, the most intelligent student of your year. I am not returning you to the Hospital Wing. Professor Dumbledore wanted to speak to you alone and I for one know he is awake at this time."
He turned back around and walked away down the corridor. Hermione followed in a daze.
~*~
I will continue the disclaimer and warning but you guys should all know by now what this fic involves and if you don't and happen upon it, dislike it, no calling me evil names though flames are amusing and I will read them all. Either way, do what you like.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me outside the plot. All the characters and sets aside from the room I mentioned belong to and are the legal property of J.K. Rowling, her publishers and the nazis at Warner Brothers. I am simply twisting it in my own way and if you sue, you will get my student loan debt. ::even with the debt, Midnight Elf would like to not be sued today::
Warning! ::sighs:: If you have no idea by now, read on. This story involves rape, its consequences and other generally angsty stuff. Its graphic at points and now you should consider yourself warned. ::sighs and mumbles to self:: why do I waste my time with this? Seriously, sheesh. ^_^
~Midnight Elf
Chapter 4
Professor Snape walked the halls leading back his own personal rooms near the Slytherin common room. He was overly tired and his latest mission had been a disaster. He had recovered no new information and two junior Aurors had ambushed him, not knowing his status and he had had to deal with them while two other Death Eaters fled. Bloody cowards they were, not at all suitable for more than pillaging abandoned wizarding homes as people fled the country in the wake of the coming war.
He was dead tired and had been given leave by Dumbledore to spend all day tomorrow sleeping. A substitute would take over his class. He had left instructions on his desk prior to leaving this afternoon and he had indicated that they must be followed precisely.
He arrived down in the dungeons in time to hear a male voice speaking low. Turning to investigate, he noticed a closed door that lead to a little used former classroom. He pulled his wand out and summoned up his worst facial expression. After all, whoever was in the classroom was wasting his valuable time.
He opened the door and was about to speak when he saw a crumpled black form lying on the floor, unmoving. He walked over, and kneeled down to look at the figure to determine who it was. After all, it could be the student playing a trick, pretending to be sick or hurt just to get out of detention. Well he would inform them of a change in situation.
He rolled the student over and loose hair moved to cover their features. The hair colour was undeterminable in the darkness but Professor Snape did notice the glint of silver when he rolled the student. He looked down slightly to find the prefect badge pinned neatly to the right side of the student robes, exactly opposite the school crest before snapping back up to the covered face.
He pushed the hair back quickly to find the ashen face of Hermione Granger. He could feel a spell in the air all around her and used his own spell to learn the truth.
"Prior Incantatium." The air all around her stained a vicious blood red, heavy and thick. It was a spell of contraception, but one not used by willing partners. It was one developed many centuries ago by a pair of brutal wizards fond of raping the common populous. But they had no desire to populate the area with bastard children for that would point the finger at them. So they had designed this spell. It was not in common usage and known only to a select few. It had only been written down, for research purposes in one book, which currently resided in the heavily restricted section of the library. All books there were under lock and key and you needed the professor with you to even look at them. They never left the library and only Madame Pince knew the spell to unlock them.
The spell was unpopular due to the amount of pain it caused the enchantee if used more than once. But it also was the most effective spell to date for preventing unwanted pregnancies. It was a particular favorite among a small group of senior death eaters. It had no counter spell.
Professor Snape scooped up Hermione's limp form; any spells right now directly on her would only cause more pain when she woke up so he had to transport her manually to his great dislike. He walked through the darkened halls, not once meeting anyone, wishing some other professor would come along that he could pass her off on since all he wanted was a stiff drink and bed.
He soon arrived at the hospital wing and summoned Madam Pomfrey with the little bell on the table by the door. She came running, pulling on a housecoat over her nightgown. Lamps flared to life as she passed them until the wing was bathed in a bright light. He quickly shoved her into the startled matron's arms before turning and moving to leave the room and go sleep.
"Wait! Professor Snape. What is going on? What happened to Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey asked, bewildered, the limp girl still draped in her arms.
"I found her unconscious on the floor in a little used classroom. I do not know what happened. Now will you let me get to my bed you silly woman and take care of your patient!" Snape snapped impatiently before turning on heal and storming back to his set of rooms.
~*~
Hermione woke slowly to muffled voices near where she lay. At first she heard a male voice and thought it was Him. Fear froze her body and she crunched up, trying to appear as small as humanly possible. She wished briefly for her wand but knew that it was probably gone. It was then as she crunched up that she realized she was no longer in her school robes but in something soft and loose, like a hospital gown.
".Snape found her. Brought her in and left in such a hurry."
Hermione sat up slightly when she realized she was in the hospital wing and groaned as pain throbbed in her head. It felt stuffed with cotton wool. Her eyes opened slightly only to slam shut again in protection against the bright light and whiteness of the wing. She heard cloth rustling as someone came to her bedside upon hearing her groan.
"Miss Granger?" A calm voice asked that Hermione quickly placed as Madam Pomfrey's.
Hermione opened her eyes once again, slowly this time and looked into the face of the concerned nurse. Hovering behind her was, of all people, Professor McGonagall, her head of house. She looked confused at the two and tried to sort through her muddled thoughts and piece together everything. Finally, the cotton in her mind cleared just enough that she could phrase a question properly.
"What am I doing here? And why are you here Professor?" She asked slowly, still trying to clear the cotton out.
"You collapsed while of prefect duty down in the dungeons. Professor Snape found you and brought you here. Unfortunately, he gave me no details before storming off. We expect to see him later today as I have asked Professor Dumbledore to direct him here as soon as possible." Madam Pomfrey told her while straightening the bedding and fusing with a vial of potion on the table next to the bed.
"Professor Dumbledore? Why is he involved? And, why are you here Professor? I assume a student collapsing is not something a Head of House worries about overly much." Hermione asked, as she was able to think through the pain and wool to put some pieces together.
Madam Pomfrey noticed Hermione slight grimace and handed her the vial. "For your headache dear. No worries though, you will remain alert."
"Now Hermione, as to why Professor Dumbledore and I are involved. Only you can truthfully answer that. Madam Pomfrey found evidence of sexual assault when she examined you. But it is older than the other night. Did something happen to you Hermione that you never reported?" Professor McGonagall asked in a soft yet stern voice.
Hermione felt like a deer caught in the headlights as the pair of women looked at her with questioning eyes. She thought briefly to His warning. If she told anyone, he would hurt someone else. She simply shook her head, fear coursing through her body. Then without another word, she rolled onto her side, away from the two pairs of eyes watching her and closed her eyes tight, pushing it all away.
She heard both women sigh and then footsteps walking away from her bed. She allowed the pain potion to dull her senses completely and gave herself over to sleep.
~*~
He sat in class, his mood sour. He had been so close last night to punishing his little Gryffindor. But then that idiot Snape had shown up. It had been a close call; he almost hadn't gotten away in time. And now she would open her lying mouth and everyone would know. But he knew deep down she would remain quiet. After all, his threat to go after others if she told had worked well. She would not disobey him in that sense.
~*~
Hermione lay unmoving in the hospital bed as Madam Pomfrey puttered around, straightening the corner of the blanket, rearranging the bottles on the little try next to the bed. Hermione knew she wasn't fooling Pomfrey by pretending to be asleep and the matron was simply waiting her out. At this time, Hermione was the only patient in the wing and this allowed Madam Pomfrey to humour Hermiones charade.
Finally, she gave up and sat up slowly. Madam Pomfrey stopped all her fussing about and turned her eyes toward Hermione. A simple question hovered in their depths and Hermione knew what it was.
"Now Miss Granger. If your finished with the play acting, will you tell me what happened to you?" Madam Pomfrey asked in a no nonsense voice.
Hermione looked down at her hands and clasped them together tightly, causing the skin to go white. She shook her head in an almost imperceptible no. And Madam Pomfrey sighed.
"Child, I cannot help you if you will not tell me what happened. As it is I still cannot identify the spell that still lingers around you and Professor Snape is still asleep. I need your help to provide the proper medical care."
Hermione looked up then, her eyes shiny with unspilled tears.
"I can't." She answered softly, her voice cracking as she tried to control her emotions. "And you can't help me anyway, no one can."
With that, she lay back down and rolled over so her back was to the fussing matron.
~*~
He crept into the Hospital ward unseen and unnoticed in the darkness. Only one small lamp glowed, at the bedside of the only patient. He smiled menacingly as he saw her sleeping, curled up and wrapped in blankets and sheets as if to protect herself from him.
Slowly he walked, removing a wand from its hiding place in his sleeve. He came up to the bed and looked down at her. Judging from her face, her sleep was far from peaceful. She was muttering and soft little whimpers escaped her mouth. The sounds only aroused him as he imagined her making them underneath him.
He placed his hand on her shoulder and bent his head so his mouth was at her ear and spoke softly.
"Poor little Gryffindor."
He stepped back and she shot to a sitting position, her eyes wide with fear, clutching the blankets close around her in a useless sort of protection. He grinned down at her.
"Poor little Gryffindor. All alone with no one to turn to. I would hope she has been a silent little Gryffindor as well." He reached out, took a handful of hair and pulled her head back slightly, watching as she winced. "Because we both know what will happen if this little Gryffindor should tell anyone, don't we?"
She nodded and he let go of her.
"That's a good girl. But when you get out of here, we must have a special lesson."
He turned and walked away, leaving her sitting on the bed, wide eyed and shaking.
~*~
Hermione watched him go, his latest threat ringing in her ears. She had to get away, from here and from Him. Only one place in the entire castle was safer than the rest, Gryffindor Tower. There she could hide behind a password and her own mind.
She pushed back the blankets from her almost violently and scrambled from the bed. Her bare feet hit cold stone floor and she sucked in her breath at the shock of it. She glanced around quickly, resembling a small animal cornered and trying to find the safety of a den, away from predators. Then with stealth, she moved quickly through the door on the wing and made her way through the castle corridors.
She skillfully avoided the patrols of prefects on duty and slowly made her way through dark, moonwashed corridors until she arrived to the seventh floor. Only a few more corridors and turns and she would be safe.
She turned the last corner and smacked straight into something tall and hard. She reeled back in horror, thinking he had watched her leave the wing and followed. She looked up at the face of her attacker and found Professor Snape scowling down at her.
"How dare.Miss Granger!?"
A feeling of relief filled her. It was Him.
"Miss Granger. What are you doing up here? I was under the impression you were in the Hospital Wing." His scowl deepened. "I am under a mind to take points for this. But we shall see. Now, follow me."
She stood rooted on the spot, he was going to take her back, away from safety. She couldn't let that happen. She had to get to the tower and behind the portrait and the password.
"What are you waiting for girl. Move now."
"No. You cannot make me go back there, Professor or not. I will not return to the Hospital Wing." She said, with a shaky voice.
He turned and frowned. "And here I thought you were supposed to be head girl, the most intelligent student of your year. I am not returning you to the Hospital Wing. Professor Dumbledore wanted to speak to you alone and I for one know he is awake at this time."
He turned back around and walked away down the corridor. Hermione followed in a daze.
~*~