Thinking Back
Hermione came out of the shower. She was already feeling a little better, about as truly happy as she ever got. She reached into her make-up kit and pulled out the razor again. "Ah, my old friend." she thought, sarcastically. "It has been too long." She hadn't dressed yet, so there were no sleeves to worry about. She brought the razor up, and kissed it. Then, she smiled slightly, feeling this to be complete insanity.
Bringing the razor down, she pressed it too her arm. She focused her thoughts on the darkness in her heart, picturing it as something solid and real that she was cutting now. In one swift movement the blade was across her shoulder. There was a pinch as it cut her skin, but that faded and left only a small pain behind. Then the blood appeared on her arm in tiny pearls where the cut was deeper. It continued to well on her arm slowly, and she smiled.
Then she took the razor and pressed it against her wrist. She drew it across the thin skin there lightly. "Too lightly." Only a tiny pearl of blood appeared on the first nick of the razor. Hermione frowned; she'd have to press harder next time. She rinsed the razor off, and put it back into her small make-up kit. Then she wiped the blood off her shoulder and wrist (neither was finished bleeding, but would stop shortly) and flushed the paper.
She pulled off her towel, and got dressed. She applied her eye make-up, and left the bathroom. Her watch, which was still on the nightstand, said that it was now 5:00. Hermione groaned slightly as she picked up her the watch to put it on. When she looked at her wrist, she saw that the cut had swollen to form a welt on her skin. She smiled sadistically, and put her watch on. She left the dorm and made her way to the common room.
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She took a seat by the fireplace. It wasn't lit, since it was still in early fall and not too cold. This was Hermione's sixth year here. That means it had been just over four years since her kidnapping. If that same man were to try to kidnap her now, he would have a very hard time. She was a very powerful witch, with knowledge of many charms, spells, and potions. She also had made sure to learn any way to reverse a silencing charm placed on ones self. It was difficult, and took a lot of concentration because u couldn't talk. But it was something she could do.
However, now she wondered if she would fight him. If he were attacking her now, would she struggle? With her deepening depression and suicidal ways, would she really care to fight? If he had her in his grasp again, surely he would be much more likely to kill her. That was basically what she wanted. Death. As her mind wondered, her homework left sitting next to her, she remember back to after that frightful night.
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Hermione remembered waking up in a cell. Her arms were chained above her. At first she couldn't remember anything of why she was there. Slowly, though, her thoughts returned. She remembered a bird, then a man. Her parents, on the floor, screaming. Then flying through the air, carried by a man. No, not just a man, a wizard. She remembered being unable to move, then being struck in the head. Now she was awake, and kneeling on a stone floor, in a cell, chained to a wall. She began to cry. Thoughts raced through her head. "What's going to happen to me? Will he kill me? Will I ever see my friends or family again?" Then she heard footsteps in the distance.
Sobs racked her body. She looked up as the man entered her cell. He walked up and slapped her. "Stop crying!" he snarled, "No one can hear you, so just stop." Her tears stopped, and sobs quieted. That would be the last time she would cry.
"Now," said this man, as he paced in front of her, "you are my captive, and will do as I say." Hermione had begun to say "no", but was cut off as pain shot through her body. "Don't interrupt me," He said, "and what you just felt was a special curse, it inflicts pain, and you will feel it every time you are insubordinate." Hermione shut her mouth and nodded, thinking that he might let her go, or merely ask for a ransom and then release her.
"Do you know why I've chosen to kidnap you?" He asked and Hermione shook her head. The man removed his cloak to reveal a sleeveless shirt. "Now, Hermione, look close and tell me what you see. What am I?" He said. Hermione assumed she could talk so she answered, "I don't know." "Damn it girl! Look closely!" Hermione studied him. She didn't recognize him. Then she looked at his upper arm. There was a strange mark, that, for a moment, she didn't know. Then it clicked in her mind. She had seen it in a book about the dark times, when He-who-must-not-be-named ran free. "You're a Death Eater!" she said, stunned. "Very good!" he said with false excitement. Then added, with heavy sarcasm and a sneer, "Ten points to Gryffindor." He began to laugh. His mocking guffaws echoed through out, what Hermione had taken to be, the dungeon.
"Alright," he continued, "do you know why I kidnapped you yet?" Hermione shook her head, she didn't have a clue. The man narrowed his eyes and muttered, "I thought she was the bright one." Then he continued his monologue. "Very well, I'll explain. For one, you're a mud blood." Hermione would have asked what that was, but she thought it best not to interrupt. "I should have killed your muggle parents when I had a chance to, but I didn't want the ministry to show up. As for another reason, do you remember whom you are friends with? Don't answer, I know you do. You're friends with Harry Potter." The scorn with which he said that name made Hermione shudder and flinch.
"You might ask why I didn't take that Ron kid. Well, I knew you would be easier, because your parents would be helpless, and because Ron isn't a muggle born. Naturally, I hate muggle borns, so you were the best choice. All right, now, about why you're here specifically. You will tell me where Harry Potter is. You will tell me all you know about his weaknesses, strengths, and life. I need this information, so I can destroy him, and bring my master back. My Lord shall rise again! But first Harry Potter must be out of the way. Now, you may begin." Hermione stared at him. He couldn't be serious, she would never tell him anything. "I won't tell you what you want. For one I don't know that much, for another I won't tell if it means his life." She cried out as a strong bolt of pain shot through her.
"Very well. You can remain here, until you decide that you can loosen your tongue. As long as you're here, I will make your life a living Hell. In the position you are in, I can do whatever I want. I can bend you too my will." He smiled, suddenly after the obvious, but calm, rage that was on his face before. "I know how to start. I am a very lonely man, yet I'm still only human."
Hermione knew where this was leading, and her heart beat quickened, till she was sure her heart would burst through her chest. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Put your legs in front of you." Hermione shook her head. She couldn't speak; she was so scared and disgusted. "Fine." came that icy voice. Then he muttered something and her legs were stuck to the floor in front of her. They were spread wide. She screamed.
The man walked forward, dropping his trousers on the way. She saw he had a full-on erection. She was horrified. He walked up, and pushed up the bottom of her nightie. She struggled as best she could. He muttered another spell and her panties were on the floor next to her. He was right in front of her. She kept screaming. He pushed into her, with no tenderness. He broke her virginal block. Tears threatened, and would have fallen if it hadn't been for her mental block against crying. He continued to thrust into her, until he climaxed inside of her. He pulled away and pulled up his pants.
After he had walked out of her cell, he turned, and muttered a charm. The chains that had held her arms released. Her hand fell to the floor next to her. She was too stunned and horrified to speak. "Through the door on the side of your cell is a bathroom, your mattress is in the corner. I will bring you food three times a day, so you won't starve. And you may call me Snake. It's not my real name, but it will do. Good night." With that he left, paying no attention to her trembling form on the floor.
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Hermione dragged herself from her memories when she heard a few doors open and close. She had been trembling again at the thought of her horrible experience. She took a few breaths to get control of her body, but inside she was still screaming. Her watch said it was now 7:00. The doors would be the few early risers; everyone else would get up at around 7:30-8:00. She would wait for Harry and Ron before heading to breakfast. So, she finally dug out her homework to finish it. It managed to force away the horror of her past. Buried it back to where it had stayed for the past few years.
Author's Note
Whew! That was a tough one to write. Sorry it took so long! Please review with your thoughts. I hope this reads okay. I wrote it at several different times. Well, now I'll start writing about things that are happening in the present. So look forward to fewer flashbacks. I'm personally glad; memories can be hard to write! lol. I'm not sure where this story is headed, but I have a few ideas. I'll try to write faster. Once again, please review.
