Chapter 6
Hermione sat on a wooden stool by the stove whilst her natural temperature gradually returned to her body. She was still shaken from her ordeal outside. She'd bee travelling from France to the burrow because she couldn't stand another week with her ratty parents, who were constantly arguing, so she had decided to come a week in advance. Little did she know that a certain evil-maniac would be on her tail.
Harry and Ron came in holding a big woolly blanket between them.
"Hey, 'Mione." Ron smiled at his best friend. "We brought you another blanket,"
"You're looking a bit better than you did," Harry said. "Would you like to tell us what happened?" He stared into her chocolate eyes, anxiety brimming. Hermione stared, on the verge of tears, back at her friend. His eyes burned into hers, wiling her to come clean about it. She could feel the heat of grief filling her up from head to toe. She began to cry.
"Hey, It's ok Hermione." Ron said. "You don't have to say."
She wiped her eyes on the freshest blanket and muttered, "But Ron, I must do. Its about.You-know-who!" Both boys froze for a second or two. No emotions could describe the looks on their faces. Voldemort must pay.
"What happened?" Harry asked coldly. Voldemort had come at him through his loved ones. With Sirius already dead, he couldn't risk loosing another.
"Well, I was coming back from France on my own, with music blaring loudly I my car, right? (A/n: she isn't old enough to drive in England, but I don't care! My story, illegalities are aloud!) It was raining so hard; you could barely see a thing! Anyway, there was a loud crash on the bonnet. A big black outline sat on the bonnet in the shape of a crumpled human. I was only about a mile outside Ottery St. Catchpole at the time. I got out my car, rain pouring down on me, to have a look." She wiped her face and continued. "I turned it over to see and it was a old man. He looked like a tramp from off the street. He wasn't conscious, and he had blood running down his head from his skull. So, automatically, I reached into my car to phone an Ambulance-"
"A what?" Ron asked.
"Emergency Muggle transport to Hospitals." Harry told him. "Hermione, continue."
She coughed and carried on. "I rang the number, told them the details of the accident, and then went back to the man. I leaned over him and then it hit me. He had red slits for eyes Harry, like you-know-who had! It scared me so badly! Then he opened his eyes and grabbed my arms so I couldn't move. I slipped on the wet road and he fell on top of me. I couldn't move Harry, I couldn't escape!" Ron stood behind her with his arms resting reassuringly on her shoulders. Harry sat in front of her, listening intently to her every word. Poor Hermione, Harry thought. She was still shaken from June, and now this? It's all too much for us all. Bastard Voldemort, I should have fought him when I had the chance. Hermione blew her nose and carried on with her story.
"I couldn't use magic because my wand was in my trunk. Plus I would have been expelled if I had done. He pressed me to the road and spat in my face. "Dirty Mudblood," He said. "My master wants you all dead. Master must have his way. Tell that toy boy of yours, the boy who frigging lived he'll kill you all, down to the last one of ye!" Then he got out his wand and pointed it in my face. I was screaming for help, but no one could hear me over the storm. He put me under the crutiatius curse. It was so painful." Hermione was drained. She just sat on her stool, wrapped in her blankets sobbing into her handkerchief. She was reliving the memory in her head.
Harry and Ron waited for the next bit, but there was no more. They both just sat there thinking about Hermione and what she had just gone through. He would pay, with interest.
"Was there anything else? Did he say anything, or do anything?" Ron asked.
Yes, Hermione's mind said. But I'll never tell you about that. But she didn't say this. She just shook her head and wept some more.
"C'mon. Lets get you a bed and a shower. You'll feel better." Ron put a loving arm around the woman and led her to the stairs. Harry sat where he had been before and thought. He didn't believe Hermione when she said there wasn't any more, but he wouldn't confront her in the wreck she was in. Voldemort was attacking his loved ones, his inner circle now. Soon everyone he cared about, loved even, would be dead, and all that lay in between him and Harry would be a wand. The though chilled him to the bone. No matter what happened, he would not let them die to keep him living. The prophecy still haunted him. It was his life or You-Know-who's. He would pound Voldemort's ass into a bloody pulp, or die trying.
In the end he decided to write to Dumbledore about it. He'd have a few questions and words of wisdom to give the three nervous youths. By God, did they need some.
Hermione stood at the doorway to Ginny's room. Ginny lay awake on her bed reading up on hexes and charms. Ginny saw her and gave her a hug. Feeling Ginny's body heat was vaguely comforting, but she didn't cry any more. She had told Ginny what had happened who was very sympathetic towards her. The two girls sat up talking until they heard the clock on the wall squeak: "Bloody hell! Yak, yak, yak! Just nod off already so I can get some sleep!" They chortled at the silly clock's ranting and turned over to sleep.
A little while later Ginny whispered to Hermione," 'Mione, was there something else that happened down by your car with the death eater?" Hermione's body seized up and you could hear her crying. She turned over to look at Ginny. In the faint light you could see her tear stained face. She'd been crying for a while.
Ginny poured into her chocolate eyes, and she saw something there, which staggered her. Hermione was in great pain. So much so it was impossible to in inflict on a person without feeling a hint of guilt afterwards. This death eater obviously had no heart what so ever.
Hermione bent closer to Ginny and whispered wetly, "He raped me."
Hermione sat on a wooden stool by the stove whilst her natural temperature gradually returned to her body. She was still shaken from her ordeal outside. She'd bee travelling from France to the burrow because she couldn't stand another week with her ratty parents, who were constantly arguing, so she had decided to come a week in advance. Little did she know that a certain evil-maniac would be on her tail.
Harry and Ron came in holding a big woolly blanket between them.
"Hey, 'Mione." Ron smiled at his best friend. "We brought you another blanket,"
"You're looking a bit better than you did," Harry said. "Would you like to tell us what happened?" He stared into her chocolate eyes, anxiety brimming. Hermione stared, on the verge of tears, back at her friend. His eyes burned into hers, wiling her to come clean about it. She could feel the heat of grief filling her up from head to toe. She began to cry.
"Hey, It's ok Hermione." Ron said. "You don't have to say."
She wiped her eyes on the freshest blanket and muttered, "But Ron, I must do. Its about.You-know-who!" Both boys froze for a second or two. No emotions could describe the looks on their faces. Voldemort must pay.
"What happened?" Harry asked coldly. Voldemort had come at him through his loved ones. With Sirius already dead, he couldn't risk loosing another.
"Well, I was coming back from France on my own, with music blaring loudly I my car, right? (A/n: she isn't old enough to drive in England, but I don't care! My story, illegalities are aloud!) It was raining so hard; you could barely see a thing! Anyway, there was a loud crash on the bonnet. A big black outline sat on the bonnet in the shape of a crumpled human. I was only about a mile outside Ottery St. Catchpole at the time. I got out my car, rain pouring down on me, to have a look." She wiped her face and continued. "I turned it over to see and it was a old man. He looked like a tramp from off the street. He wasn't conscious, and he had blood running down his head from his skull. So, automatically, I reached into my car to phone an Ambulance-"
"A what?" Ron asked.
"Emergency Muggle transport to Hospitals." Harry told him. "Hermione, continue."
She coughed and carried on. "I rang the number, told them the details of the accident, and then went back to the man. I leaned over him and then it hit me. He had red slits for eyes Harry, like you-know-who had! It scared me so badly! Then he opened his eyes and grabbed my arms so I couldn't move. I slipped on the wet road and he fell on top of me. I couldn't move Harry, I couldn't escape!" Ron stood behind her with his arms resting reassuringly on her shoulders. Harry sat in front of her, listening intently to her every word. Poor Hermione, Harry thought. She was still shaken from June, and now this? It's all too much for us all. Bastard Voldemort, I should have fought him when I had the chance. Hermione blew her nose and carried on with her story.
"I couldn't use magic because my wand was in my trunk. Plus I would have been expelled if I had done. He pressed me to the road and spat in my face. "Dirty Mudblood," He said. "My master wants you all dead. Master must have his way. Tell that toy boy of yours, the boy who frigging lived he'll kill you all, down to the last one of ye!" Then he got out his wand and pointed it in my face. I was screaming for help, but no one could hear me over the storm. He put me under the crutiatius curse. It was so painful." Hermione was drained. She just sat on her stool, wrapped in her blankets sobbing into her handkerchief. She was reliving the memory in her head.
Harry and Ron waited for the next bit, but there was no more. They both just sat there thinking about Hermione and what she had just gone through. He would pay, with interest.
"Was there anything else? Did he say anything, or do anything?" Ron asked.
Yes, Hermione's mind said. But I'll never tell you about that. But she didn't say this. She just shook her head and wept some more.
"C'mon. Lets get you a bed and a shower. You'll feel better." Ron put a loving arm around the woman and led her to the stairs. Harry sat where he had been before and thought. He didn't believe Hermione when she said there wasn't any more, but he wouldn't confront her in the wreck she was in. Voldemort was attacking his loved ones, his inner circle now. Soon everyone he cared about, loved even, would be dead, and all that lay in between him and Harry would be a wand. The though chilled him to the bone. No matter what happened, he would not let them die to keep him living. The prophecy still haunted him. It was his life or You-Know-who's. He would pound Voldemort's ass into a bloody pulp, or die trying.
In the end he decided to write to Dumbledore about it. He'd have a few questions and words of wisdom to give the three nervous youths. By God, did they need some.
Hermione stood at the doorway to Ginny's room. Ginny lay awake on her bed reading up on hexes and charms. Ginny saw her and gave her a hug. Feeling Ginny's body heat was vaguely comforting, but she didn't cry any more. She had told Ginny what had happened who was very sympathetic towards her. The two girls sat up talking until they heard the clock on the wall squeak: "Bloody hell! Yak, yak, yak! Just nod off already so I can get some sleep!" They chortled at the silly clock's ranting and turned over to sleep.
A little while later Ginny whispered to Hermione," 'Mione, was there something else that happened down by your car with the death eater?" Hermione's body seized up and you could hear her crying. She turned over to look at Ginny. In the faint light you could see her tear stained face. She'd been crying for a while.
Ginny poured into her chocolate eyes, and she saw something there, which staggered her. Hermione was in great pain. So much so it was impossible to in inflict on a person without feeling a hint of guilt afterwards. This death eater obviously had no heart what so ever.
Hermione bent closer to Ginny and whispered wetly, "He raped me."