Chapter # 31
James stumbled as he followed Severus down the road through Hogsmeade, up towards the mountains. He had stayed up all night despite Severus telling him to get some sleep, and now he was regretting it, for he felt like he could collapse at any second.
"Don't worry, James. Just behind this rock wall is where we're gonna apparate, so get ready, and for Gods' sake, I thought I told you to get some sleep." Severus snapped at the sleepy James.
"I tried, but I was just so worried, I mean, what if they hurt her? Severus, do you think they'll hurt her?" he asked, yawning.
"Well, they won't hurt her if they don't have a good reason to." Severus replied over his shoulder. "But if she lies, or doesn't tell them something they want to know, they'll beat her until she's almost dead."
"Well," James muttered, furrowing his brow. "that's a comforting thought." They made their way around the towering mountain and stopped in a clear, flat spot.
"You ready?" Severus asked quietly. James nodded.
"I think so. Why can't we apparate somewhere else?"
"Quit complaining, you wussy."
"Hey, shut up grease ball. I've got enough to worry about, with Hermione in trouble." James snapped. He pulled out his wand, and the two glanced at each other. Severus went first, disappearing with a sizzle and a pop. James quickly followed.
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Severus landed on his feet and looked around. Behind him, the towering mountains rose in the distance. In front was vast grassy plains that seemed to stretch on forever, reaching towards the sky. James appeared with a popping noise.
"Come on, Severus. Lets go." James walked quickly forward, glancing back at Severus. "Aren't you comin?"
"Yeah." Severus mumbled. "Yeah, I'm coming." He followed James quickly and the two said little as they walked. It would be a day or two before they got to the Dark Lords' lair.
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Hermione stared warily up at Voldemort. She had been pushed to the floor by the death eaters, and they had backed up. Voldemort studied her carefully.
"Hermione, where do you stand in this coming war?" Hermione felt a bit surprised. She didn't really feel that she had a place in this war, she wasn't really important.
"Nowhere, I don't think. I'm not a very important person."
"And does that disappoint you?" Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it again. She wasn't sure what to say. Hermione felt sure that Voldemort was trying to trick her, yet.
"It's not important to me." She said finally.
"You lie, mudblood. I'm afraid I'll have to teach you a lesson. Lucius, inform the other death eaters that tonight they will have a little toy to play with. An tell them that I want her to be alive by tomorrow." At that Voldemort swept out of the room. Hermione closed her eyes in horror. Her first day here and she was going to die, she just knew it.
He had called her a toy.
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Lucius filled his mug to the brim with beer and took a swig, then walked over to the tied up Hermione, who was struggling harder the closer he came.
"Not afraid, are you my dear?" He asked, his voice slurred with drunkenness. Hermione glared at him defiantly. "Don't know why you wouldn't be. Our master will hand you over to us either way. Even if you do tell him your plans, he will still kill you."
"I'm not afraid of dying." Hermione whispered. "I won't tell you anything, I'd much rather die!" she spat at his feet. Lucius laughed.
"Later tonight, when the younger ones leave, I'll show you what power is, girl." He hissed in her ear. Hermione glared at the blonds' retreating back, feeling tired and, truthfully, a bit scared. She didn't know what Lucius meant by telling her he would show her what power really is. She didn't want to know.
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"So, Granger. Are you a virgin?" Lucius asked, undoing the top half of his robe. Hermiones' eyes widened in horror as he slipped the rest of his robe off, revealing a simple black T-shirt and black trousers.
"No." she whispered. Lucius flipped his shirt off, giving her a strange look.
"No? Pity. If you were I could make this even more painful than it already is."
"You're disgusting." Hermione whispered in horror as Lucius started to take off his pants.
"Really? I think I have a rather attractive body, if I do say so myself." Lucius hissed dangerously.
"I can think of a lot of men more attractive than you." Hermione spat softly in his face.
"Oh really? Well, you aren't exactly beautiful yourself, mudblood." Lucius bent over and took off her school robes. "In fact, let's see." His eyes roved over her body. "Bushy hair, bad blood, foul personal hygiene." His smile was cold and cruel. "Dumbledore really ought to change the length of your skirts, eh? They seem rather short to me." Hermione struggled in horror as Lucius started unbuttoning her blouse.
"No." she hissed, trying vainly to pull away from him. Lucius laughed as he removed her blouse and studied her. She was left in a bra and skirt. He was going to rape her. Lucius traced a pale, thin finger down her body, and Hermione trembled under his touch. His finger was cold.
"See, mudblood, my lord doesn't think you're telling the whole truth. We'll just have to force it out of you." He gave her a strange look again before taking off his boxers and starting to undo her bra. He ripped her skirt and knickers off, a smile plastered on his face. He was married, yes, but Narcissa was not quite as young as she used to be.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Hermiones' screams of pain and horror could be heard from outside the room she and Lucius were in, they were that loud.
James stumbled as he followed Severus down the road through Hogsmeade, up towards the mountains. He had stayed up all night despite Severus telling him to get some sleep, and now he was regretting it, for he felt like he could collapse at any second.
"Don't worry, James. Just behind this rock wall is where we're gonna apparate, so get ready, and for Gods' sake, I thought I told you to get some sleep." Severus snapped at the sleepy James.
"I tried, but I was just so worried, I mean, what if they hurt her? Severus, do you think they'll hurt her?" he asked, yawning.
"Well, they won't hurt her if they don't have a good reason to." Severus replied over his shoulder. "But if she lies, or doesn't tell them something they want to know, they'll beat her until she's almost dead."
"Well," James muttered, furrowing his brow. "that's a comforting thought." They made their way around the towering mountain and stopped in a clear, flat spot.
"You ready?" Severus asked quietly. James nodded.
"I think so. Why can't we apparate somewhere else?"
"Quit complaining, you wussy."
"Hey, shut up grease ball. I've got enough to worry about, with Hermione in trouble." James snapped. He pulled out his wand, and the two glanced at each other. Severus went first, disappearing with a sizzle and a pop. James quickly followed.
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Severus landed on his feet and looked around. Behind him, the towering mountains rose in the distance. In front was vast grassy plains that seemed to stretch on forever, reaching towards the sky. James appeared with a popping noise.
"Come on, Severus. Lets go." James walked quickly forward, glancing back at Severus. "Aren't you comin?"
"Yeah." Severus mumbled. "Yeah, I'm coming." He followed James quickly and the two said little as they walked. It would be a day or two before they got to the Dark Lords' lair.
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Hermione stared warily up at Voldemort. She had been pushed to the floor by the death eaters, and they had backed up. Voldemort studied her carefully.
"Hermione, where do you stand in this coming war?" Hermione felt a bit surprised. She didn't really feel that she had a place in this war, she wasn't really important.
"Nowhere, I don't think. I'm not a very important person."
"And does that disappoint you?" Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it again. She wasn't sure what to say. Hermione felt sure that Voldemort was trying to trick her, yet.
"It's not important to me." She said finally.
"You lie, mudblood. I'm afraid I'll have to teach you a lesson. Lucius, inform the other death eaters that tonight they will have a little toy to play with. An tell them that I want her to be alive by tomorrow." At that Voldemort swept out of the room. Hermione closed her eyes in horror. Her first day here and she was going to die, she just knew it.
He had called her a toy.
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Lucius filled his mug to the brim with beer and took a swig, then walked over to the tied up Hermione, who was struggling harder the closer he came.
"Not afraid, are you my dear?" He asked, his voice slurred with drunkenness. Hermione glared at him defiantly. "Don't know why you wouldn't be. Our master will hand you over to us either way. Even if you do tell him your plans, he will still kill you."
"I'm not afraid of dying." Hermione whispered. "I won't tell you anything, I'd much rather die!" she spat at his feet. Lucius laughed.
"Later tonight, when the younger ones leave, I'll show you what power is, girl." He hissed in her ear. Hermione glared at the blonds' retreating back, feeling tired and, truthfully, a bit scared. She didn't know what Lucius meant by telling her he would show her what power really is. She didn't want to know.
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"So, Granger. Are you a virgin?" Lucius asked, undoing the top half of his robe. Hermiones' eyes widened in horror as he slipped the rest of his robe off, revealing a simple black T-shirt and black trousers.
"No." she whispered. Lucius flipped his shirt off, giving her a strange look.
"No? Pity. If you were I could make this even more painful than it already is."
"You're disgusting." Hermione whispered in horror as Lucius started to take off his pants.
"Really? I think I have a rather attractive body, if I do say so myself." Lucius hissed dangerously.
"I can think of a lot of men more attractive than you." Hermione spat softly in his face.
"Oh really? Well, you aren't exactly beautiful yourself, mudblood." Lucius bent over and took off her school robes. "In fact, let's see." His eyes roved over her body. "Bushy hair, bad blood, foul personal hygiene." His smile was cold and cruel. "Dumbledore really ought to change the length of your skirts, eh? They seem rather short to me." Hermione struggled in horror as Lucius started unbuttoning her blouse.
"No." she hissed, trying vainly to pull away from him. Lucius laughed as he removed her blouse and studied her. She was left in a bra and skirt. He was going to rape her. Lucius traced a pale, thin finger down her body, and Hermione trembled under his touch. His finger was cold.
"See, mudblood, my lord doesn't think you're telling the whole truth. We'll just have to force it out of you." He gave her a strange look again before taking off his boxers and starting to undo her bra. He ripped her skirt and knickers off, a smile plastered on his face. He was married, yes, but Narcissa was not quite as young as she used to be.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Hermiones' screams of pain and horror could be heard from outside the room she and Lucius were in, they were that loud.
