Chapter 10 : Chattering and concern
" PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE, M'ME PROMFREY, PROFESSORS, HELP ME!" shouted a very shocked and confused Hagrid when he stormed in the great hall at breakfast time that morning, holding something in his arms, carefully like it was going to shatter in a million pieces.
The professors rushed to him bringing with them the lost wand a student had found near the exit of the dungeons that morning.
The whole student body was shocked. Those that seated nearer of the door could very well see what Hagrid was holding and smell it too. They soon enough recognized their head girl, covered in mud, blood and some white crust, water still dripping from her body, mixed with all the dirt that covered her body. Still, some people, mostly boys saw her naked body, her heavy breasts falling to her sides, her head thrown back, her body that was so pale, her lips, fingers, toes and nipples blue from hypothermia, her ribs shining out of her abdomen, her wounded hand and the hole of her body seriously injured. They gasped but still spread the word of what they'd seen. Some people yelled or cried, some fainted but all were in shock. Even Pansy Parkinson sounded less confident through her harsh words:
"So, didn't have enough mud in your blood, you had to have some all over your body didn't you Granger whore!" No one laughed or even acknowledged her bad play with the word. All she got was glances from everybody, even the slytherins had a look of "shut-the-fuck-up-don't-you-even-have-a- heart?!" in their eyes.
The most shocked of them all was a blond and annoyingly handsome slytherin. He had come in a moment before Hagrid and was about two feet away from him and Hermione. He had first row seats to see his dream come true: know-it- all Granger had been beaten to death! But that's not what he had truly wanted! Seeing her frail broken body to the edge of a cruel death made him realize that he felt something for this girl, the only one he had never been able to seduce, the only one he could not have, the only one able to beat him in class, the only one to stand the plague of his insults and being able to answer him, the only one beautiful enough. Oh, he'd be dead before to admit it but he had something for her and so would she. Ironic though, she almost was, because of his own wish to see her dead so she wouldn't be there in his mind every time he went to bed, every time he dreamt, every time he woke up, every time he saw another girl, every time he saw another men approaching her, every time, all the time. He had wanted her away not to have to fight this feeling in the pit of his stomach anymore.
Seeing her like that made him feel emotions he had never felt before. To one close enough, fear, anger, deep concern, pity and something more were evident on his otherwise so cold and neutral expression. As the teachers neared Hagrid, Draco met Dumbledore's gaze and locked with it. The old men was looking at him with a twinkle in the eye although his face showed deep concern. Draco could have sworn he saw the men winking at him and he regained his neutral composure and, in the blink of an eye, he turned away from him, stepping once again on these foolish sentiments that could only by one thing: a weakness.
Most of the teachers had stormed away to the hospital wing, leaving the great hall chattering feverishly under the eyes of the remaining professors.
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Oh my goodness, my poor darling." Poppy said, moving at light speed in the infirmary to get everything she thought she'd need "It is as I feared. Oh I feel so bad with myself!" She said, tears rolling down her cheeks while she installed Hermione in the bed.
"Why is that Poppy?!" Dumbledore asked, concerned.
"It is as I feared Albus! This girl must have been raped twice before." Seeing the puzzeled look on their faces, she explained. "When Mr's Potter and Weasley brought her, last time, I saw bruises all over her body that were made on two different occasions, judging by their colors. I wasn,t sure of anything so I didn't look before she woke up. I figures if there was anything, she'd tell you Albus." Poppy said, sobbing as the other teachers' jaws dropped almost to the floor.
With a wave of her wand, she cleaned Hermione from all the mud, sperm, blood and everything before replacing her broken ribs inside her body. She then disinfected all her wounds and closed them with another wave of her wand. She opened Hermione's mouth and dropped some bone-growth potion, followed by warming potion and dreamless sleep potion. Hermione didn't wake up through the whole process.
Surprising everyone, Snape stepped closer of the still naked Hermione and with a wave of his wand, pronounces "pregnantia informa". A flash of light came out of his wand and pierced through Hermione's lower abdomen and disappeared. A couple of seconds after, the light came back out as a bright green color (the same as the potion she had done the previous day. ) turning to black, before dying away.
Hermione had had a miscarriage.
Hermione had been pregnant with her rapist's bastard.
Hermione had been beaten because of the child.
Hermione had been raped on three occasions.
Somebody wanted something from Hermione.
Somebody played with Hermione.
Somebody needed Hermione dead. But who, why?! *****
"Come down, what's the matter?!"
"Lucius, we're doomed, the mudblood bitch, she's pregnant!"
"WHAT!" Lucius said, anger rising in his voice. "How could you let that happen. Kill the bastard, let her be raped again, let her be beaten again but, by any means, don't let her get pregnant with the kid! We'd be discovered too easily. Remember, Draco must despise her and never get to her. Don't ever let him think about her in any ways possible but to kill her. BUT DON'T KILL HER, it's not time yet. Now go back, you know what you have to do."
*****
With a swish of his robes, a men silently left the hospital wing, unnoticed. He had seen what he wanted. She had had a miscarriage. Her rapist wouldn't be discovered; his boy toy wouldn't be discovered. Everything was going as planned, Draco would join the dark side safely and the dark lord would rise again.
" PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE, M'ME PROMFREY, PROFESSORS, HELP ME!" shouted a very shocked and confused Hagrid when he stormed in the great hall at breakfast time that morning, holding something in his arms, carefully like it was going to shatter in a million pieces.
The professors rushed to him bringing with them the lost wand a student had found near the exit of the dungeons that morning.
The whole student body was shocked. Those that seated nearer of the door could very well see what Hagrid was holding and smell it too. They soon enough recognized their head girl, covered in mud, blood and some white crust, water still dripping from her body, mixed with all the dirt that covered her body. Still, some people, mostly boys saw her naked body, her heavy breasts falling to her sides, her head thrown back, her body that was so pale, her lips, fingers, toes and nipples blue from hypothermia, her ribs shining out of her abdomen, her wounded hand and the hole of her body seriously injured. They gasped but still spread the word of what they'd seen. Some people yelled or cried, some fainted but all were in shock. Even Pansy Parkinson sounded less confident through her harsh words:
"So, didn't have enough mud in your blood, you had to have some all over your body didn't you Granger whore!" No one laughed or even acknowledged her bad play with the word. All she got was glances from everybody, even the slytherins had a look of "shut-the-fuck-up-don't-you-even-have-a- heart?!" in their eyes.
The most shocked of them all was a blond and annoyingly handsome slytherin. He had come in a moment before Hagrid and was about two feet away from him and Hermione. He had first row seats to see his dream come true: know-it- all Granger had been beaten to death! But that's not what he had truly wanted! Seeing her frail broken body to the edge of a cruel death made him realize that he felt something for this girl, the only one he had never been able to seduce, the only one he could not have, the only one able to beat him in class, the only one to stand the plague of his insults and being able to answer him, the only one beautiful enough. Oh, he'd be dead before to admit it but he had something for her and so would she. Ironic though, she almost was, because of his own wish to see her dead so she wouldn't be there in his mind every time he went to bed, every time he dreamt, every time he woke up, every time he saw another girl, every time he saw another men approaching her, every time, all the time. He had wanted her away not to have to fight this feeling in the pit of his stomach anymore.
Seeing her like that made him feel emotions he had never felt before. To one close enough, fear, anger, deep concern, pity and something more were evident on his otherwise so cold and neutral expression. As the teachers neared Hagrid, Draco met Dumbledore's gaze and locked with it. The old men was looking at him with a twinkle in the eye although his face showed deep concern. Draco could have sworn he saw the men winking at him and he regained his neutral composure and, in the blink of an eye, he turned away from him, stepping once again on these foolish sentiments that could only by one thing: a weakness.
Most of the teachers had stormed away to the hospital wing, leaving the great hall chattering feverishly under the eyes of the remaining professors.
*****
Oh my goodness, my poor darling." Poppy said, moving at light speed in the infirmary to get everything she thought she'd need "It is as I feared. Oh I feel so bad with myself!" She said, tears rolling down her cheeks while she installed Hermione in the bed.
"Why is that Poppy?!" Dumbledore asked, concerned.
"It is as I feared Albus! This girl must have been raped twice before." Seeing the puzzeled look on their faces, she explained. "When Mr's Potter and Weasley brought her, last time, I saw bruises all over her body that were made on two different occasions, judging by their colors. I wasn,t sure of anything so I didn't look before she woke up. I figures if there was anything, she'd tell you Albus." Poppy said, sobbing as the other teachers' jaws dropped almost to the floor.
With a wave of her wand, she cleaned Hermione from all the mud, sperm, blood and everything before replacing her broken ribs inside her body. She then disinfected all her wounds and closed them with another wave of her wand. She opened Hermione's mouth and dropped some bone-growth potion, followed by warming potion and dreamless sleep potion. Hermione didn't wake up through the whole process.
Surprising everyone, Snape stepped closer of the still naked Hermione and with a wave of his wand, pronounces "pregnantia informa". A flash of light came out of his wand and pierced through Hermione's lower abdomen and disappeared. A couple of seconds after, the light came back out as a bright green color (the same as the potion she had done the previous day. ) turning to black, before dying away.
Hermione had had a miscarriage.
Hermione had been pregnant with her rapist's bastard.
Hermione had been beaten because of the child.
Hermione had been raped on three occasions.
Somebody wanted something from Hermione.
Somebody played with Hermione.
Somebody needed Hermione dead. But who, why?! *****
"Come down, what's the matter?!"
"Lucius, we're doomed, the mudblood bitch, she's pregnant!"
"WHAT!" Lucius said, anger rising in his voice. "How could you let that happen. Kill the bastard, let her be raped again, let her be beaten again but, by any means, don't let her get pregnant with the kid! We'd be discovered too easily. Remember, Draco must despise her and never get to her. Don't ever let him think about her in any ways possible but to kill her. BUT DON'T KILL HER, it's not time yet. Now go back, you know what you have to do."
*****
With a swish of his robes, a men silently left the hospital wing, unnoticed. He had seen what he wanted. She had had a miscarriage. Her rapist wouldn't be discovered; his boy toy wouldn't be discovered. Everything was going as planned, Draco would join the dark side safely and the dark lord would rise again.