Author's Note: I think all the reviews I got were from new readers! How so very strange yet great!

Sofa Girl: That's the longest review I have ever read! I must ask you how you can say that it is impossible to rape a guy. How the hell did you figure that out? I mean, think about it. How do two gay guys have sex? It's the same thing yet forced, and probably a hell of a lot more painful. I can't believe I missed out that sorting hat thing. I guess I'll have to sort something out for that… I'm currently writing ch16 and… that's all I'm saying without ruining it ;) Heh, all subplots are to be revealed ;) I also don't have a clue what you were talking about when you reviewed ch6, but I think that might have been one of the things I made a mistake on… maybe.

Lanhar, F75 – Thankyou!

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WARNING: Rape descriptions in this chapter, along with mentions of child abuse. Read if you wish. I personally rate this chapter R. So please think about what you are reading.

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She smiled, but something still wasn't right. "I still don't understand… why did you get resorted? Why did the Slytherins turn their backs on you? Why do they hate you so much?"

He was saved the trouble of answering. It seemed that as soon as she had asked that, her body went rigid.

"Mya?!!?" A blinding light his her eyes, before she fell into complete darkness.

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Reliving Curse

There was only one word for it: strange. It seemed as if her entire body had gone into unconsciousness, but her mind was as alive as ever. She couldn't move a muscle, yet she could hear the noises around her clearly.

"Mya? Mya!" Draco kept shouting her name over and over. She couldn't feel him touching her, shaking her with fear. She couldn't sense Madam Pomfrey bustling around her, trying to find the source of the problem. All she could her were the voices, the noise of shuffling feet and she sound of fear.

Pomfrey wasn't making any noises, wasn't talking in the slightest. Draco seemed to be crying, and kept telling Hermione that she was ok.

Suddenly, the door to the hospital wing burst open… at least it sure sounded like it did.

"Hermione!?" That was Ron, she was getting used to not being able to hear the sources of certain voices… she had never realised how well she knew her best friends.

"Shit! We're too late." Pause… "Draco, have you ever heard of The Reliving curse?"

"Yes, why?" Bitterness was evident in his voice.

"Harry had another vision."

"The Death Eaters were encircling Voldemort, getting ready to do something. He called upon Lucius Malfoy, asking about final touches to the Reliving curse. I can't remember much; it's all getting fuzzy now. But he said that it was Hermione's turn to suffer."

Silence… she could hear someone pacing back and forth, fast. They sounded mad.

"I remember those two death eaters casting a spell on Hermione before they activated the Portkey. It was 'Recognosco'. Draco… what does this spell do?" said Harry, fear and surprise in his tone.

He seemed to be finding the perfect way to word what he was about to say, for there was a long pause before – "It does exactly what it is named for. It makes you relive…"

"Relive what?"

"It all seems so clear now. Dumbledore asked Hermione what had happened after I kidnapped her… she didn't remember. They must have cast the spells then… but didn't have time to set a date. So that is why they attacked her in the castle…"

"What are you talking about!?" yelled Harry.

"It was a spell made by my father. It took months to perfect… but he did. They take a certain situation… and cast some spell to make you forget it… but relive it later. They then ransack your mind… and take from it your worst fears… you worst memories… and make you relive it all in the space of… well I'm not sure… it was too hard to tell."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He let out a bitter laugh. "I was my father's test subject."

"I don't understand."

"It'd hard to explain. During the summer, he was asked to create a spell… something to torture. He did so, using me as his test subject. But… I think he was feeling creative.

"The curse does exactly what it is meant to. It makes your relive the worst parts of your life… in so doing, torturing the mind and soul. The soul can take slow pain, but when it all hits you at the same time, it can have disastrous effects.

"My father spent the first month of summer finding this curse. Trying to perfect it without causing any… harm. Once he was sure it would work, he tested it on me. I told you he killed my mother… well that acted as a 'worst memory'. He knew my fears… I didn't. He then told a small selection of Death Eaters about the spell, and how to cast it. I don't know what it was, or how they cast it. My father and the death eaters took me into a room. After that, I don't know what they did… at least I didn't.

"Not until I was made to relive it.

"It happened really suddenly. I suddenly couldn't move… I could hear everything around me... anticipation to see if the curse worked. But I couldn't move… I couldn't physically feel. I don't know how long I was like that… but then I went really dizzy, which seemed strange 'cause I was in total darkness.

"Then… everything was played back to me. What the death eaters did to me… my mother's murder… all the murders I've ever seen, the tortures I've seen… my worst fears in act."

Silence… her breathing was heavier, and she was scared. She'd been through so much… she wasn't sure her 'soul' could possibly take this.

"What happened when it was over?" Pomfrey?

She could feel the dizziness taking over, like he had said, but she was trying to stay focused.

"I think my heart was hardened by all I had seen in my life… those few hours were hell… but they didn't kill me. When I was fully awake… all my father cared about was if the spell had worked… which was obvious from the state I was in. I could hardly walk from the feeling of the Cruciatus cast on me multiple times. I had cuts and bruises all over my body, broken bones… that weren't there before… that I had obtained from the death eaters. They're ruthless… nothing is too sick for them… they don't stop… not until you can't move any more and the fun evaporates into boredom.

"I couldn't move for hours after… I was escorted to my room. For some reason my body didn't want to sleep… I just ignored everything. My body, mind and soul refused to acknowledge anything. It was strange… but I was in a place where no one could hurt me. When I got out of it… I tried to kill myself… but didn't succeed. That was when I heard screams and went to save… her."

"Why can't you say her name?"

"'Cause Hermione is listening to this… I haven't told her what happened… and I don't plan to. I want her too."

"She can hear us?" Ron?

"Yes, did you not listen to a word I said?! She may not be able to see or move, but she can hear everything."

She suddenly felt warmth… as if someone was hugging her… or similar.

"Hermione? We are here for you. Just remember that we all love you… and we can't leave you. Remember what we talked about."

"You make it sound like she's on her death bed!"

"Did… kill…" The sounds were fading… dizziness was overcoming her… she could feel her body moving… almost as if it was fitting…

"Don't touch…" Her mind closed down… images she'd never seen before overcome her.

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She was in a room she had never seen before. It was cold and dark, yet warm and light. The only light was protruding from the fireplace, which was lit with a fire larger than normal. The room was average in size. She couldn't see the decoration for the room was too dark, but she could feel herself lying on a plush carpet.

Looking to the left, she saw robed figures… looking to the right she saw more. Death Eaters. Their masks covering their faces. There must have been around 10 in total. Then a voice spoke out.

"Ah, you are awake... at last. I feel my sons and daughters need… rewarding." He looked up to the death eaters. "I don't care what you do to her… but make sure you do not kill her. She needs to get her… what is the saying… just desserts?"

As the figure stalked out of the room, leaving… she counted… 8 death eaters. They started removing their masks.

Faces bore down on her, each with hungry looks in their eyes. Her stomach fell… there was no way to escape this. One stepped forward… one she recognised as Lucius Malfoy.

He walked around her, looking down at her in disgust. "Crucio!" It felt as if someone had poured hot lava into her blood… along with iced water. Someone was stabbing her with knives and pins. The pain was unbearable.

Once it had ebbed away, he looked down at her in disgust again before stalking out of the room as well.

The death eaters around her laughed. "Looks like Malfoy found that playing with a piece of Mudblood crap like you was above his… ways? I guess that means more for us."

The figure walked forward and threw a kick at her side. He slowly got down onto his knees, looking at her in delight. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, pawing at her body… pinching, rubbing and punching all over. He stripped her of her top garments… leaving her half naked.

He looked down at her. "Impressive," he said, giving a smirk that told her he was going to like this, but she wasn't.

He got up, and pulled her with him. He lifted up the hospital gown she was wearing, and pulled down her pants. In one swift move, he had pulled down the zip on his pants and was stroking himself.

Fear surrounded her… he was going to rape her… they all were. She was going to be used as their play toy like Voldemort had said, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Arms encircled her waist, and she tried to push him away. The struggle was futile… it just made him more aroused.

He thrust into her. The pain was unbearable… even more than it was the last time. She screamed out in pain. He laughed and started moving faster. Before she knew it he was finished, and she was a crumpled mess on the floor.

"Crucio!" The pain lasted a second. "Get up!" But she couldn't. "Crucio!" The pain lasted two seconds. "I said get up!" She looked around her. Faces were watching her every move. Boring down on her like some show clown. Laughing. Looks of lust and want in their eyes.

She finally found the strength to stand. It was then she realised that there were some women in the room. They were staring at her, looking her up and down… laughing at her. The men were looking at her body with want.

One stepped forward. The fear started ebbing it's way back again. But it was slowly overcome with shock. It was Percy! Percy Weasley. He was a Death Eater.

"Hello Hermione," he purred, sardonically. He got close, closer than the other one. "My turn," he whispered in her ear. His hands roved all over her body, pinching and punching at her skin. He started to make his way down her body, towards her womanhood. She tried her hardest to push the shock away, she started struggling against him. But he was too strong, and he was too close. Again, before she knew it he was thrusting into her, getting some kick out of her pain.

It was getting to her… she could hardly move. The next came in a blur of pain and emotion. Faces laughing…. Staring down at her intently. The next was a complete blur of pain… the next a blur of nothingness. A Cruciatus was thrown. She finally passed out.

She was four. He father sat on the sofa, watching something on TV. She wanted him to play… he said no and told her to go away.

She was 8, surrounded by fellow classmates. They were laughing… pointing at her mockingly… bullying her. Calling her names… names they knew would hurt her… names that always made her cry.

She was 9. The first time her father punched her.

She was 10. Just before Hogwarts. She was cutting herself with a roast knife.

She was at Hogwarts… Ron called her a freak with no friends… or something similar. She ran into the bathroom where she stayed until the got attacked by a mountain troll.

She was 11… playing a game of wizards chess on the biggest board she had ever seen. Ron got pushed off his horse and knocked out.

She was 12… petrified.

She was 13… depressed from not talking to Ron… running from a big black dog… threatening Black…

14… worried about Harry… 15… at the ministry…

She was walking through a large hall… at the very end were what looked to be bunches of robes. She walked closer… they were her friends. On closer inspection she saw they were her friends. Ron, Harry, Draco… all her professors… Seamus, Lavender, Dean, Neville, Ginny, all the Weasleys… all brutally murdered.

She ran as fast as her legs would carry her… nothing stopped her. There was no one around to do so. She looked around, ran into each of the classrooms. She was alone.

Harry and Ron had their wands trained on her. They were looking at her with the utmost loathing. "Crucio!", "Crucio!". Punches and kicks were being thrown. She could barely move…

Then came the clearest memory of all…

"You!"

"What?" replied Hermione, trying to sound innocent even though she was.

"You, I can't stand your cocky attitude, get over here now." Her mother leapt up as Hermione rose.

"What's wrong with you?" she said.

"Her, she's so cocky. She was a freak before Hogwarts and she still is. She thinks she so good-" he did an imitation of a diva. "She doesn't know how lucky –"

"How dare you say that!" shouted her mother, while Hermione just stood there in shock. 'Cocky? Freak? He never sees me, what is he talking about?'

"You! Here! NOW!!" he shouted, pointing a wobbling finger at Hermione. Hermione went to move but her mother stopped her.

"Don't even think about it, you've done nothing wrong," she said, looking at Hermione. Hermione saw her father walking up to them; she looked at him in shock and her mother turned around to face a fist. He punched her hard on the cheek. She fell to the ground.

"This is all your fault. That would never have happened if you had never been born. You ruined everything." Hermione looked at her mother, she was out cold. She returned to her father and looked at him, trying to read his expression, and his mind. He was going to do something, something bad. She knew it. He was mad, madder than ever. And he was drunk. She made to run away but he pushed her back. She landed with a hard thud on the floor.

"You ruined everything!"

"You ruined me!"

"You have no idea what you're talking about. You ruined your mother's and my relationship. We hid things, she knew."

"She knew what?"

"Everything! Why was she so defensive?"

"She loves me, she would be defensive!" He looked at her with a look of disgust.

"No one loves you, you filthy Mudblood." Hermione froze. How did he know that word? Had he read her mail? How could he say that to her, her own father didn't love her? He knew as well as she did that her mother loved her. But then why hadn't she stopped him hurting her, if she knew?

"How dare you call me that!?! You have no idea what that means. How dare you!" she shouted and went to get up. He kicked her hard in the side and she balled up in pain.

"Get up!" he shouted "NOW!" She rose. "Strip." WHAT!!!!!! Her mind was blank.

"Excuse me!" She replied in a tone of complete disbelief.

"You heard me, do it! NOW!" She did it. He laughed as he saw the look on her face. She was shocked, scared and humiliated all at once. He threw her down, and lay on top of her.

"Get off me!!!" shouted Hermione as her father leaned over her. She was now struggling against him and his sadistic touch, hitting him with silly girly slaps that had no effect. Her strokes made it difficult for him to control her, however. She lay on her back hitting him with all her might; she didn't know what else to do. Here she was, laying naked in her living room, her mother unconscious only a few paces away, and her father on top of her, pawing at her body.

She had to get out, get away from this! She hastily got up as he was unzipping his jeans. She ran out of the living room into the parlour where her clothes were, and picked them up running as fast as she could. She could hear his screams and his yells. He chased her through the kitchen and back into the living room.

Suddenly, with a hard thud, she landed on the floor, tripping over her mother's legs. She could have cursed her if the situation had allowed her to. She turned over so her back as on the floor and looked up the broad man towering over her, casting a dark shadow on her. He pinned her down once again.

After about a minute of her kicking and screaming, he shouted, "BITCH!"

Hermione stopped her struggling, and looked up at the man raping her with a look of revulsion and shock. She struggled to understand what was happening to her. She may be nearly 16 but she was still a virgin, and the person that was doing this to her was of all people, her own father!

Hermione lay there, frozen in shock as he pawed at her body, pinching her legs, stomach and breasts. She was used to this sort of pain, but this seemed 10 times worse than anything he had ever done to her. Suddenly she felt him force her legs open. Her mind was frozen, she couldn't think. Tears streaming down her face she yelled as he thrust inside her and continued violently. Her mind was numb but she could think, the pain of her breaking had bought her senses back, she knew what was happening. She screamed louder, as if hoping for someone to come and rescue her from the nightmare.

She waited, waited until he finished. 'How long can it take?' scrambled Hermione, the pain and shock taking over anything real.

Here was a 16-year-old girl with a bad past. Her mother was laying near her unconscious, her father raping her. All she wanted was it to be over…

She was stood watching the scene before her in shock. Her father held a gun to his head… her mother was on the floor… she was leant over her trying to figure out what had just happened. The trigger was pulled and her father fell down dead.

She was in the room… surrounded by Death Eaters again. They had revived her… they all loomed closely, getting closer by the second… two got hold of her, pinning her face down to the floor… she heard them all laughing… then it touched her skin, a knife… they were carving something into her lower back… she was screaming, flailing around uncontrollably… the pain was intense… even more so than the Cruciatus. The cuts were deep, and went on for what felt like hours… almost as if they were being precise about it… taking their time and care to put as much pain and hatred into each cut… each touch made her flinch… each second she feared them…

She was back in the astronomy tower… the anger flowed through her like wild fire… she had the knife… was cutting at her leg… her arms… she plunged the knife into her wrists and watched as her life flowed away…

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She could feel people restraining her… her legs were being held down… her wrists above her head…

It was then she realised it was over… the pain from everything hit her at once… she was struggling against those holding her down… fear that it would happen again… the pain in her back was the most… she arched her back, it couldn't touch the bed… she was screaming, praying for the pain to stop.

She was mumbling incoherently… the pain in her back was unbearable… the fear of those holding her down was overwhelming… the emotional baggage at seeing everything again… clearer than before… her rape… their deaths… her friends.

She had to get out… out of her own head… she wanted to run and hide somewhere… somewhere no one could hurt her.

So she did…

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She was aware that her friends were crying, that there was a nurse trying her hardest to heal her. She lay there, letting the nurse bustle around her, watching incoherently as her friends stood over her, crying. She was starring into nothingness, in a place where she felt no one could hurt her. She knew her attempt was futile; she hadn't gone anywhere. She was in her mind. She was in her mind, a mind numbed by the pain, the hurt, and all the emotions that overwhelmed her.

They sat and watched as Hermione relived the worst parts of her life. It felt like it had gone on for days, when in reality it was only hours. Every now and then, she'd scream out and they'd all jump out of their seats.

They couldn't touch her, which was what was so annoying about it. If they touched her, they'd be dragged into the spell, making it more painful for Hermione.

So they waited. They sat and waited, watching her in pain.

It was after nine hours of watching that it stopped. Her body went stiff. Draco told them that it meant it was over. But then she started kicking and screaming, muttering about her back. They had to hold her down; it wouldn't do to let her cause even more pain to herself.

Once they had hold of her, she started struggling even more, screaming at them to get off, begging for it to stop, and telling them she couldn't take any more. She wanted it to end. She started arching her back, muttering about her back again.

That was when they noticed it. There was blood all over her gown, down her back. The cuts that had been self-inflicted had opened again. She was bleeding between her legs and her face was bruised along with the rest of her body.

They all jumped off her, and she went limp. Her eyes dead, as if she'd given up.

Madam Pomfrey cast spells to find out what was wrong with her. It brought tears to her eyes.

"Multiple Cruciatus', multiple rapes, severely broken ribs and broken wrists, bruising all over, self inflicted cuts… those are the same as the ones before. They've reopened. And her back… it's severely cut," she said, confusion in her voice at the last two words.

They turned Hermione over, and all gasped in shock. Her robe was drenched in blood. Pomfrey summoned a knife, and cut open the hospital gown Hermione was wearing. She cast another spell to clear the wound of blood and dirt, and to stem the flow of blood.

What they saw made Pomfrey faint, and the others gasp in shock and anger.

Her back had the words 'Mudblood Whore' carved into it.

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Again, this chapter is only once beta-read. I can't be bothered to go through it again, so you'll have to enjoy it as it is J First beta-read should, hopefully, be up sometime…. This year, LOL!

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