This story is basically my view of what could have happened had the 'bad guys' won the War - therefore it is not really nice and I feel compelled to warn you again that you will find no holiday cheer (or any in fact) in it. On the contrary, it's going to be everything but nice, especially in the beginning. Eventually, you will get to learn what happened that turned the victory into the hands of the other side but the main point of the narration is the plot following that - a story that puts together Hermione Granger and Severus Snape, hopefully in a believable way.

Contains scenes of sex, rape, violence, death, perversion and many many rude words. Please don't read further if you are bothered by that.

I earn no money by my writing and would bet just about anything that the real JKR would never write a story like this. I am just borrowing her wonderful characters for a bit.

So, that was enough of babbling, I guess. Have a nice time reading, guys, and thank you for being here! Also a special thanks to KagomeLove2 who has pre-read a few chapters of this story and gave me hope that it was maybe worth publishing.

CHAPTER 1

Hermione was crouching in a dark corner, trying to emulate Angelina to the best of her ability. She had been watching the girl for months; it shouldn't be difficult.

It wasn't, really - all she had to do was stare blankly at nothing, rock herself forward and backward in regular rhythm, occasionally growl and once in a while fake a fit of unpredictable madness. The last one had been the most problematic so far as she was slowly running out of ideas. She couldn't just copy everything that Angelina did and still appear authentic.

She had had studied her surroundings and conditions for long enough to realize that it was Angelina who had been having the least 'appointments' with the Masters, as they liked to be called, her craziness apparently unappealing even to the very unselective men that kept paying them visits. Raving mad just wasn't as sexy as Bellatrix would imagine.

Adding the pretended unhingedness to her intentionally unkept state and natural unattractiveness, Hermione now remained left alone through most of days, sometimes even weeks. All things considered, it was much better to force herself into strange behavior, to have her curly hair uncomfortably glued into one big messy tangle and not bathe at all than to be raped every day. In any case, she was dirty in a manner that couldn't be washed away. It was more than worth it, in her opinion.

Not all the girls seemed to be thinking along those lines though - luckily for her as her strategy would probably stop working so well if it was used by all 13 girls who had been kept in the same chamber. Most of them were simply resigned to their fate. Still, there was also Lavender who was all but writhing in excitement every time the heavy door to the room creaked, hoping to get chosen by an Inner Circle Death Eater this time - either to get pregnant or selected as a personal companion, both of which meaning she would get better food and also a better place to stay for a few months. Or at least that was what the girls returning from the 'pregnant section' said upon coming back to the rest of them shortly after giving birth.

The only appeal of it to Hermione would be to not be shared among all of the Dark Lord's minions. Still, she would be used by one and she hoped that with her strategy she could avoid the matter altogether. As for the second option, she had no fear of getting pregnant as her period left her in the first months spent in her dungeon cell, during the Purge, and had yet to return. Hermione prayed it would never happen - she didn't really mind being barren even permanently if it meant she wouldn't ever carry a baby of a filthy Death Eater.

The door creaked then and many of the girls jumped - some in fright, some, like Lavender, in excitement - and a dark clad figure entered.

Snape.

If Hermione could, she would exhale in relief.

Snape used to scare her the most of them all. She couldn't even imagine the terror of possibly being selected by him, their history of him teaching, somewhat knowing and then betraying her and her friends giving the idea of being raped by him a sharp edge she wasn't willing to explore. His icy, sarcastic and detached demeanor was bound to make the whole experience horrific.

Yet Snape never came to choose a girl and as the time went by she stopped fearing him that much. She hardly even noticed him at this point.

There was a lot of gossip running around as to why he didn't use this particular privilege of the Death Eaters; some said he fancied boys, some claimed that Nagini's venom made him impotent, some whispered he was simply asexual and didn't give a damn about anything but the Dark Lord, potions and dark magic.

Be as it might, Snape was a safe guest, usually just bringing potions to stock the cupboard in the adjanced room used by the guards and healers to cure and sustain the girls when they became incapable to serve their purpose.

Still, it wouldn't be Lavender to not try winking at him suggestively as she brazenly exposed her naked breasts when he was passing by her. Catching Snape's attention - him being the second highest in the hierarchy - would be a true win for her. Snape just sneered and scowled, obviously disgusted even as her flirty behavior was a regular occurence whenever he appeared.

Lav Lav was really thick on times.

The old nickname reminded her of Ron and Harry and the sudden pain at the simple thought made Hermione cringe even as she was trying to look impassive. It was better to not think of old times. It was better not to think at all.

The door swung in its hinges again and she made herself not to react even as most of the girls around her scurried away to the far end of the chamber, seeking any protection and support they could get from the walls and each other.

The two incoming Death Eaters had the air around them of two friends looking at the goods in their favourite shop. Contemplative, interested and yet expecting to find nothing really new in there as they observed the girls, one after another.

"What are you in mood for today, Kirby?" the one one with the pale blond hair asked the other, smaller and dark haired man.

"Hm. Not the slut - I had her twice this week already," Kirby answered, watching Lavender boredly. The girl in question didn't seem too sad about that - both of them were low ranked and highly sadistic. Still, it was a very bad sign for all the rest of them.

"True, she gets tiresome after some time. And I am in no mood for crying now," the blonde said as he was looking at the shivering majority of the female occupants in the chamber.

"Yeah, that's gross. I am taking the mad one then, she never cries," Kirby announced his decision Hermione felt a wave of fresh terror wash over her.

Shit!

"Hey! I wanted to take that one too!" the blonde tried to step in front of his friend to stop him reaching and grabbing Angelina who was absently rocking herself a few feet away from her.

So they were going for Angelina. Of course, she was the beautiful one.

No one would choose Hermione when Angelina was nearby. She couldn't help but feel relieved at that.

Oh God, when did she become such a coward?!

"What? So take the second freak, the ugly one," Kirby rebuffed him and waved his hand towards Hermione.

Her heartbeat quickened instantly and she had to use all her willpower to not let anyone know that she very much felt like running and screaming.

"Oh, no way, I can smell her even from here and I am not touching that!"

"What about cleaning spells? You are a wizard, you moron!"

"She is still hideous as my grandma's ass! Why not share yours then?" the blonde tried to negotiate.

"Fine, if you'll help me and wait your turn," the second wizard growled and moved to loosen his pants.

God.

Normally, the girls were taken to an adjacent room to be raped - only rarely anything happened in front of the others. Hermione didn't know if it was some protocol or some twisted remnants of basic decency but was grateful for it anyway; it was easier to suffer alone, without the presence of others. It was also easier to not have to watch and listen to it when it happened to someone else.

Hermione felt her heartbeat hammering in her chest as the two men rounded on Angelina, one grabbing her to pull her down on her back and hold her still so the other one could proceed to violate her, undisturbed.

In a few second, the telltale sounds of thrusting and slamming of flesh against flesh could be heard along with groans and grunts. Angelina didn't make a sound, probably not noticing much beyond her inner world, being somewhere far away.

Hermione didn't look to check. She fought the urge to vomit.

"Oh man, look at the tits!"

"Merlin, I never took the time to... They are gorgeous."

"Fuck, they are. You are perfect, honey. Perfect sweet pussy and tits, no stupid talking... I never realized before."

The thrusts became more frequent as did the moans.

"Oh, girl, I think I will take you with me to my quarters... You are so good. Would you be my wife, love?" Kirby asked sarcastically in between his groans and a loud smack told Hermione that Angelina was obviously wetly kissed on the mouth.

Then it happened.

Before Hermione managed to swallow the bile that threatened to choke her, there was a high pitched wail and the sound of violent thrashing.

Angelina went into a seizure.

Hermione couldn't - and didn't want to - look at her but she knew how it sounded when something set the girl off; this time she was even rather sure what it was.

Fred's proposal to her, nearly word by word repeated - Hermione knew, she was there when he said those words, spontaneously in the middle of the last Weasley Christmas celebration. It hurt to remember, even her. For Angelina it was probably one of the rare things that could get to her at this point.

She felt her eyes getting moist while the girl fought with her attackers, madly trying to free herself to do whatever seemed reasonable to her this time - bite at her hands, throw herself at the wall or slam her head into a Death Eater's face.

She guessed that usually she would be released, the crazy self-disregarding attacks not worth the pleasure to most Masters. This time there were two and 'in public' though, each not wanting to lose his face by giving up.

As it was, the swearing and groans were accompanied with the sound of irregular and laborious gasping that quickly replaced the original wailing scream. Angelina was throttled into submission or unconsciousness.

Hermione's blood froze.

This was really dangerous and would probably end badly if no one interfered.

She knew no one would - no one would step in for anyone in here anymore. Not even Katie Bell, Angelina's former best friend, who now pretended nothing was happening just a few yards away from her. Attacking a Death Eater meant a certain and painful death.

Hermione felt a pang of pain in her chest at the realization that Angelina was most likely going to die. Those pangs were very rare when they were not related to her thoughts to the past. She knew for a fact that she would miss Angelina; even as they were not particularly close before, now she was the only one she could truly relate to, the only person here she could truly understand. She even saved Hermione in a way by finding the best strategy to avoid the attention of most of the Death Eaters. The girl was far away but yet Hermione felt she was the closest to her out of all the girls in here. But Hermione could change nothing. Doing anything to save her meant certain death.

But not for Hermione, perhaps. She was the mad and ugly one. No one felt compelled to hone his ego at her expense in months. Maybe she could get away with it by just being tortured. She didn't care much either way.

"Come on, Flatley, you are choking her! I don't want to fuck a corpse!"

"You sissy, I'm helping you there! Ungrateful dick! And even if I did choke her then so what? Just put some Stasis and Warming charms on her and you wouldn't know the difference. Not fits, no screams, no need to feed or wash her. It's best for you to kill her if you want to take her to your quarters just to fuck her."

"Maybe. Merlin, yeah... I'm coming anyway. Squeeze her some more, I heard men are cumming when they're hung. Maybe she will come too. I want her to come with me so she could be happy to peg out," Kirby answered and Hermione's stomach clenched.

A loud gasping groan came then even as Angelina got quieter and Hermione knew she had to act now or never.

Lurching herself in the direction of the trio, she began screaming and kicking randomly all around her, convulsing and writhing on the spot for a while before ostensibly pushing herself even closer to them, getting within their reach.

She felt one of her feet landing, then another, then her palm even as she did not hear much over her own screams, her vision mostly concealed by her matted hair.

Then she got kicked in the ribs, hard.

It took her breath away, the pain blinding, but it was good too - to be kicking her, they had to had stopped strangling Angelina. She continued flailing as if she hadn't noticed the assault.

She felt she had just hit her own head against the floor too hard, splitting her lip and probably chipping one of her few remaining teeth off.

Not too bad a price.

But then a pair of meaty hands closed around her throat even as she tried to keep it covered at all times.

Damn, she was betting to get Crucioed; it was not common for them to forget about wands and punish the women physically.

Oh, they had probably left their wands in their pants' pockets.

She got pressed heavily to the floor and felt her legs pushed aside, the inner side of her thighs scratched by the man's rough outer robes.

God, no, not this too.

The strong fingers closed around her neck again and she knew she would have to pretend to faint before she actually fainted; she had her share of experience with being strangled and knew that the attackers tended to get carried away, continuing long after being given no resistance.

So she intentionally slackened her limbs even as her instincts screamed at her to do otherwise and fight for her life. If she pulled this off well, she would get away with just being raped, with some luck even being unconscious through most of it.

He was already fully erect when he pushed inside her, probably turned on from watching Kirby and Angelina, and she suppressed any flinching or wincing that would come naturally at the pain of being ruthlessly penetrated with no preparation at all. He was still strangling her, that was the bigger problem that needed her immediate attention. Her vision was blurring and her head felt three times as big, as if it was a Muggle balloon blown up too much, about to burst. Her throat was in flames, bruised and crushed.

"Will you come around me, you little filthy freak? Be good and I might keep you till the Stasis charms wear off and you start reeking even more..."

Hell.

Oh, THIS was Hell, it could never get any worse, no matter whether she lived or not.

Her head swam and floated at the same time. She was drifting off, his cock still inside her and his hands around her neck. He was not going to release her.

Bollocks. This was not how she wanted to go.

Not that she had any choice in anything anymore.

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