Title: New World Order: Gehenna
Author: obalesque
Summary: First she looses Ron. Then Hogwarts is destroyed. Then she loses her parent's. What next?
Rating: M or R
Pairing(s): Hermione/Adrian, Ginny/Blaise
Feedback: First fanfic. Be constructive, please.
Characters: Main characters: Hermione, Ginny, Blaise, Adrian, Narcissa. Support: Harry, Ron, McGonagall, Snape.
Notes: Characters may fall out of character, though this is unintentional. For one to suffer through loss and violation without changing would be. . . odd. I also realize that the new Harry Potter book is releasing soon so that will automatically throw this story into AU. Sorry. . . eeep!
Disclaimer: I do not own, though like many other's I wish I did. I am earning nothing off of this except a release of creative energies.
Prelude: Fall of the House of Granger
Hermione's POV, FLASHBACK
I wont deny that I had always thought that Harry, Ron, and I would be together forever. But my silly assumptions were very wrong. I'm much smarter than this. I knew deep down that it would happen, but I didn't realize just how soon I would lose them. I figured I would marry Ron and Harry would end up with Ginny. I was only half right. Ron went to Luna. Luna Lovegood. Boy, I hadn't seen that one coming, and it really hurt losing out to that loon!
It quickly got to the point where I felt very uncomfortable and out of place when I was around them. So it was I who had withdrawn away from my two best friends claiming that I was trying to get a head start on studying for the N.E.W.T.'s. What else could I do? What hurt the most is they had hardly noticed I wasn't around as much, although Ginny did, but she always noticed when something was up with me. In any case the end of fifth year went by without much happening. Malfoy made himself a nuisance as usual, and there were a couple attacks from the remaining free Death Eaters, but we had returned to our separate homes before any real bad things had happened.
Azkaban was destroyed by Voldemorts army, and not two days later they hit Hogwarts. Fortunately, and unfortunately, only Argus Filtch, the house elves, and the Hogwarts ghosts were there. All the professors had gone home to visit family, started their vacations, or were working for the Order. The house elves had been gathered and slaughtered, Filtch was disemboweled and left hanging on the front gates for Aurors to find. Hagrids house was burnt down, a fire that quickly spread to the Forbidden forest, and the Quidditch Pitch. The Great Hall and Gryffindor Tower were decimated to rubble while the library was burned and Dumbledores office was stripped clean. A shrine had been erected in the Chamber of Secrets and the words THE DARK LORD LIVES were written all over the castle in the house elves blood. The village of Hogsmead was destroyed right along with the castle. The citizens who did not join them or escape were impaled in rows reminiscent of Vlad Dracula in his war against the Turks. Because of the attack the Governors were forced to close Hogwarts and at the moment no word was given on where the student's would continue their education.
The very next day after the attack on Hogwarts twelve major and minor middle eastern countries pulled a new one on the world stage when they melded together to form a new super power called the Kingdom of Iranistan, though the wizarding world simply called it the Gehenna Fog. The Kingdom began systematically removing foreign troops from their lands, those who refused to withdraw were hit with napalm, anthrax, and other destroying toxins and chemicals so quickly that they were not given the chance to retaliate as they'd died to fast to do so. Within two days Iranistan had itself closed up tighter than Fort Knox. All communication from the remaining troops ceased. It would be hard for any wizard in the world to think Voldemort or wizardry period was not involved somehow as probes indicated that anti-muggle charms had been put in key locations around the country. No one could penetrate the new country. Not even the United Nations.
Two weeks into the vacation I was lying on my bed, music playing into my ears from my mp3 player a collection of all my secret anti social gothic indulgences. My Hogwarts: A History was open and I was reading in an attempt to find the content I used to receive whenever I read that book. It did not come. Too much bad had happened, and the feeling of foreboding doom sat sickly in my stomach. Another Nine Inch Nails tune kicked on just seconds before my mother opened the door. I popped one of the earphones off and she told me dinner was ready. I told her I'd be right down and continued reading. I absolutely will not stop reading in the middle of a chapter. Mum knew this and just smiled at me before closing the door and trekking off back downstairs.
"RUN YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! RUUUN! YOU IDIOT!" I could hear my dad yelling angrily at the telly, apparently the Irish football team had lost control of the soccer ball to Brazil. Football was the only time my mild mannered and gentle dad ever cursed at any one, and I couldn't help but grin at the thought. I bet he would love to see a Quidditch game.
He stopped yelling then and I continued to read. My song ended as I finished the chapter so I turned the player off, closed my book and hopped up. It was getting a bit chilly so I closed my window then turned to head down stairs. Halfway down the electricity went out. I called out to my father but got no answer. It was getting colder, and I realized that I knew exactly why. To confirm my fears my father fell from the dark livingroom and a black shape stepped out and hovered above him with a sinister laugh, a laugh I knew all to well. Bellatrix Lestrange! A single dementor floated by her side. I started to retreat knowing I was usless in defending my parents without my wand which I so foolishly left upstairs in my room.
I froze, a shiver running up my back when I heard my mother scream as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the kitchen. A Death Eater emerged dragging my screaming mother along with him.
"Hermione!" she screamed. Both the Death Eaters and the dementor turned in my direction and stared at me a moment. I took step backwards up the stairs but behind me I heard the unmistakable pop of someone apparating, and felt cold hands restrain me. I cried out as the Death Eater placed me in a weak sleeper hold.
I tried fighting him, but he pulled back and struck me, my mother's futile screams jolting my father back into consciousness. Lestrange cast crucio on my father, his howl's of pain stabbing my ears. I couldn't fight to save my parent's, the Death Eater behind me was to strong and I felt dazed from the blow I'd received. He flipped me around and came face to face to me. He looked at me through the silver mask. I reached up and grabbed it, ripping it away from this hidden face. I gasped, wide eyed, as I looked onto the face of Vicktor Krum. He grabbed my face with one hand and leaned in close.
"Don't fight Hermy-own-ninny." he whispered. "It vill be I or the other's who vill haff you. Vith me I can guarantee they vill not touch you, and you shall survive the encounter. Vith the others your ravishment will be painful and you vill die."
"Why rape me at all? Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"I serve the Dark Lord and you are a mudblood, that is vhy." He rose up taking me with him. "Vhere is your vand?" he asked in a deep whisper. My wand. I wish to god I had it on me.
"Put up." I seethed.
"Show me to your room." At the top of the stairs I pointed to my door. He pushed me in then closed and locked the door. "The only reason I am here is to. . .protect you. I vas good in my services to the Dark Lord that he granted me the privilege of dealing vith you myself. No one is to touch you but me, and if I do not touch you, then Lestrange is to kill you. Those vere my Lords orders. Now I suggest you strip."
"And my parents?" I asked blinking back my tears. He sighed.
"You are intelligent. You know vhat vill happen to them." I cringed. They would die. I heard my mother scream out from downstairs.
"Please. Don't do this. Don't let them die." I whispered.
"It is to late."
"No it's not."
"It is. Now strip." Another scream from my mother tore up the stairs then stopped abruptly.
"I can't do this while listening to my family being slaughtered." I sobbed as tears fell down my cheek.
"You are giving up so easily? Vhy?"
"Like you said I am intelligent. I know I cannot save my family. There's no point in fighting it." I lied. I just wanted to make sure I could take Victor out without any one interrupting. He kept his eye on me as he pointer his wand at my door and sealed it shut, then cast the silencing charm. I felt my gut sink as he then pointed his wand at me.
"Accio vand!" He spat. The night table drawer flung open and I watched in horror as my wand levitated to him and he snapped it into two. "You von't be needing it. Now, strip, little butterfly."
"If you wish to defile me, you will have to do all the work yourself. I will not participate." I sobbed.
"You are making this harder on yourself." he growled.
"I think you have made it as hard as it could possibly get. The only good you could do for me now is kill me." I curled up on my bed and cried hard harder.
"No. I could never do that. You are my veakness. Like I said. I only came to protect you." he whispered. With a wave of his wand my clothes were gone. "Vhen the Dark Lord vins, you are my avard. Ve vill have many sons!"
It was over. Viktor was gentle considering what was going on, and had left without much more than a gentle kiss on my brow. I just laid there and cried knowing full well that if I went downstairs I would find my family executed. I felt so dead inside. I felt so used. All I had to do was wait for the Aurors to come, right?
No... maybe mum and dad are still alive and needed me. I got up and dressed as quickly as I could then open my bedroom door. It's still dark and silent. God I hate that. I know my parents are dead. How could they not be. I could have done something if I'd had my wand, but I was a fool. I let them die. I didn't even fight it like I could have. Tooth and nails. I slowly descend the steps and peer into the living room.
There my mother and father lay naked and dead at the feet of Lestrange and the Dementor. Their blood was everywhere. 'This is not my day.' I thought as Lestrange and the Dementor both then turned to me and the woman grinned triumphantly at the horror on my face. "You know mudblood. The Dark Lord told us not to touch you, to let Krum handle you, but just before we came here the Dark Lord said that I should fuck you up some. I cannot kill you, but you will suffer!"
I quickly raced back up the stairs and bolted into the hall just in time to miss a bolt of energy whiz past my head. I swung into my room and locked it. Grabbing an emergency bag I kept by the desk I ran to the window and started to push it open.
The door blew open with a burst of red energy, fire surrounding the entrance as the Dementor swept in. I was then confronted with the mad hatters grin of Bellatrix, her wand pointed at me.
"Maybe you will find the company of the Longbottom's a refreshing change." the murderous witch cackled. "Expelliarmus." she gnarled and I was blown backwards out my half open window, the frame braking over my spine.
I remember the glass shattering around me and falling two stories. I landed on my back, the wind knocked out of me, and I feinted. I must not have been out long. I awoke and the death eater was bent out of my broken window, her hysterical laughs echoing wickedly in the darkness.
Pain shot up through my back but I managed up to my feet and limped quickly around the house and into the garage. I grabbed a spare key to my mother's car, a black imported American BMW, and jumped in after thoroughly making sure no one was sitting in the back seat. My dad had taught me how to drive when I was thirteen as a little father/daughter summer bonding project. I decided then that it would be in my best interest to put my parent's out of my mind until I was in the safety of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place in London. I started the car and sped from the house as fast as I could. I remember looking back only to notice the infamous dark mark looming in the sky above my neighborhood.
The drive was uneventful as I sped through town, running red lights and swerving around traffic. I hit the highway almost fifteen minutes after I fled my home. My destination in London was a four hour drive, and one I was not looking forward to, but I just swallowed the fear that I was being tracked and continued on toward my sanctuary.
My body quickly deteriorated. The area between my legs hurt badly after what Victor had done, and the pain in my back had worsened, but I refused to stop, even with the car vibrating against me painfully. Normally I wouldn't have noticed the vibration, but the injuries throbbed throughout my body, and I could swear I had glass in my back. I found myself thinking of my parent's again and cursed.
I was exhausted and hungry two hours later, and I had to pull over to a petrol stop to refill my tank. I checked my watch as I paid the cashier for the fuel, a box doughnut's and a half quart of milk. Exactly ten thirty two. Two hours till I reach London, and another thirty minutes to the Orders home base granted there was no traffic.
"You ok?" the man running the register asked as he eyed my right arm. I had a deep gash in it that I had not noticed.
"I had an accident earlier. . . guess I missed that one." I walked back down an aisle and grabbed a box of band-aids and alcohol.
"These to."
"You want me to call for help?" he asked with a worried look.
"Thank you, but no. I'm going to meat a friend just down the road. They'll help me."
I started back on my way back to the car as quickly as I could. The sooner I reach safety the better. I hit London at quarter past midnight and slowed enough to keep from attracting the police. I could get away with erratic driving in my home village where you rarely saw the police, but not in London. I finally had to slow when my car started running on fumes. I was nine miles away from Number Twelve and decided to try and coast in on it. It failed as I hit a hill and the car finally gave up. I decided to cut my losses and take it on foot. I stashed the car in a parking space and started jogging. I slipped in and out of the darkness as I made my way on foot with no incident and finally at half past three I climbed the steps to Number Twelve.
Not wasting time or decency, I began ringing the doorbell while banging on the door with my uninjured fist and kicking it for added effect. I could imagine the commotion from the spell silenced interior as I'm sure I woke everyone in the house, including Mrs. Blacks portrait who I was sure screeched something about blood traitors, not that I cared. Inside I knew I was, for the most part, safe. Out here, I was in danger. Everything went silent for the second time that night sending chills up my back, I froze in fear then turned to look down the night time street. Rain began pouring and I shuddered. The door to Number Twelve finally flew open and I got an eyeful of darkness from within accompanied with a wand to my nose. I recognized it immediately as Remus's.
I burst out crying and fell to my knees, dropping my head into my hands.
"Oh gods, it's Hermione!" I heard before blacking out.