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Summary: On the night Voldermort attacked the Potters something went wrong. Sixteen years later the world is a very different place with Voldermort in charge. Hermoine's future seems hopeless filled with pain and suffering, will things ever change?

Authors note: Well here's another chapter which I hope you will enjoy, I'm sorry it took me so long to post it and I will try and post chapters quicker. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter they make my day to read them. Anyway on with the story and please remember to review it once you have read it. (Ps: Some of the content may be upsetting to read).

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Dear Diary,

Fear is something you learn to live with when you are locked in a place with no escape since you are five years old; well this is what I have told myself time and time again. It isn't true though not for me, fear is a survival technique for me. To fear the light and the dark keeps me alive from day to day as he still knows he hasn't killed me totally yet so I still have my usefulness. Sometimes I wish my fear would just leave me and then he would kill me, then I could finally find peace.

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As I stood there shaking in the dark, dank cell that wasn't mine this passage from my diary which I had written a few days earlier came into my mind. I knew now I would never be able to quench the fear he caused inside me everytime he came near me. My first thought when this hand had covered my mouth was that this was another sick game he'd dreamed up to torture me but I know now the hand that is covering my mouth is not his. The smell reaching my nostrils is of sweat and unclean skin he would never smell like this he always smells clean and fresh never as if he'd been working. The realisation that it wasn't my tormentor Draco Malfoy brought a sense of relief and the fear I'd felt before started to disperse. This was short lived however as the person who had his hand pressed over my mouth started to press down harder over my mouth causing me to splutter and choke. Why had this person pulled me into their cell, I wondered, what was going to happen to me? My eyes darted around the room for something I could protect myself with or for a way out of the cell. The cell was set out in the same way mine was a hard metal bed was placed in front of the far wall which if it was anything like mine I presumed wouldn't be very comfortable. I felt myself being pulled towards the bed and flung back onto it. There was no escape I noticed, as I lay fearfully on the bed the door was closed and a thick set young man was stood in front of it. I couldn't see him clearly as he was too far away and his face was in darkness but I knew he wasn't going to help me I was on my own.

"What do you want?" I asked rising from the bed my voice shook slightly as I spoke but this was the least of my worries, my primary concern at the minute was to get out of this room as quickly as possible.

"What do we want?" A voice laughed "Isn't it obvious?"

I turned towards the voice but before I could see who it was that was speaking I felt a fist connect with my nose and stars exploded behind my eyes. I swallowed the cry of pain automatically as I had taught myself to in the past and continued to stand up straight and proud. I began to feel the familiar sensation of floating away and watching from a distance as the man who had hit me pushed me hard back onto the bed.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked realising I had to try and keep them talking and then maybe someone would come to help me, maybe.

"Princess here wants to know why we are doing this to her," he laughed evilly to the man by the door "shall I tell her?"

"Whatever," the man by the door said "but hurry up".

"Ok, ok touchy don't worry you'll get your turn soon," the man said as he tied a piece of black cloth around my eyes and then tied my hands together above my head.

Paralyzing terror was starting to flood through my body now I had a vague idea what they were planing to do and it terrified me. My head was screaming but my mouth refused to utter a sound as I'd taught it to long ago.

"Hey princess you still want to know why?" a voice asked from somewhere on my left.

"Let me go," I said loudly "or you'll be sorry".

I had no idea where this threat came from, how could I make them sorry I was the one who was tied up they had all the power but something inside told me they would be very sorry if they did this to me.

"We'll be sorry will we princess? Will you're boyfriend be upset? Let me tell you princess just because you think you're better than us doesn't mean you are he thinks you're a slut for his own entertainment and that's all, you mean nothing to Draco Malfoy," the voice roared down my ear causing me to flinch away from him.

Did he think I didn't know that, I wondered? Did he think I liked what he'd always done to me and the entertainment it caused him? I hated him I always had done and always would.

"You've got it wrong…" I started trying to get him to see how things really were.

"Wrong have I well if you're good enough for Malfoy princess you're good enough for us," the voice shouted into my face covering me with tiny flecks of spittle.

He wasn't going to listen, I realised, what am I going to do? I could feel him moving closer towards me and hear the laughter from his friend as he moved closer towards me as well clamping a hand over my mouth again so that I couldn't scream. Instinctively I lowered my teeth into the hand covering my mouth causing the guy to yelp and take a step back.

"Listen you little whore," the man who I'd just bitten said as he clamped the same hand back over my mouth and gave a sharp twist which caused me to gasp with pain "we are going to have some fun with you whether you like it or not so get used to it".

As the last word left his lips I felt a hand grab the top of my work dress and rip it straight down from neck to waist and as a hand touched my warm flesh and a shiver of revulsion passed down my body I felt the familiar sensation again of floating away. I watched from a corner of the cell as the two men put their hands on my body and turned away and sobbed not being able to watch anymore, silently wishing with every part of my soul that someone, anyone would come and save me.