Chapter 2: Pain

Hermione woke from another painful sleep, her body aching from the rigorous activities her body had been forced through yesterday.

She hadn't eaten in 2 weeks and she was ravaged by hunger, her hair was a slimy, sweaty, dirty mess,

And her bathrobe (the only thing she had been wearing at the time of her abduction) was in tatters.

Hermione was used to the daily routine by now, she had been following it for 3 long years.

Wake up, wait in the complete darkness for hours, get tortured, get raped, and go to sleep.

Then the next morning she would do it all over again.

Suddenly her chains released her and she fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.

While Hermione sat rubbing her wrists, the dungeon door creaked open.

"Hello my dear" Voldemort said with a cruel smile.

"Leave me alone you slimy son of a bitch" Hermione whispered.

"Tut, tut, I think you need to be taught a lesson Mrs. Potter"

Hermione was used to being tortured, it happened every day.

Voldemort raised his hand, "Crucio" he whispered.

Hermione let out a bloodcurdling scream, as she fell back to the floor in a twitching heap.

"See now, if you watched your filthy Mudblood mouth, you might be treated a little better" Voldemort said after 5 minutes of torture.

Hermione lay whimpering on the floor as Voldemort left, shutting the huge steel door behind him.

After what seemed like an eternity later, the door opened again, it was Dolohov's turn to rape her today.

He walked in and strutted over to her, he kicked her and she rolled over.

"My turn dear" he said.

"Do what you want you filthy scum bag, Harry will co…" Hermione started to say but Dolohov smacked her.

"QUIET YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!" he roared.

Then he smiled, and his tone softened.

"Now be a good girl and take off your clothes" He said.

Hermione clutched her robe to her chest and scooted backwards.

"Fine if you want to get hurt more, I can arrange that" Dolohov laughed.

An hour later, Hermione lay moaning on the floor.

The pains that had been beginning to die down, flared up again.

And the only sound she could hear, were her own words ringing in her head.

"Harry will come for me"

She closed her eyes and tried to remember him, it had been 3 years since she had seen him, him and his breathtaking emerald eyes, and that gorgeous smile he always reserved just for her.

Hermione smiled at the thought of her husband, and her children.

How she longed to hold her children again, hold them and tell them it was all just a bad dream.

The thing was, Hermione was still waiting to wake up.

Harry walked into the small tavern in Nantes, France.

He had been told he could find a captain here that would ferry him anywhere he wanted.

This was a Wizarding pub, and Harry thought it looked a lot like the Leaky Cauldron.

The thing that wasn't like the Cauldron was, Men were fighting all over the place, the air was foul with the smell of heavy smoke and stale alcohol, and there were dancing girls on stage that were wearing almost nothing at all, Harry could just imagine the expression on Hermione's face if she saw them.

Dodging a body flying through the air, Harry made his way to the bar.

"Excuse me" Harry said to the bartender.

The bartender, a big and burly man, whirled around to face Harry.

He babbled something in French that Harry couldn't understand.

"DO-YOU-SPEAK-ENGLISH?" Harry asked loudly, carefully annunciating each syllable.

"Who wants to know?" the bartender asked in a heavy French accent.

"Harry Potter" Harry replied.

All the noise and music stopped, and every head pointed in his direction.

"Ze 'Arry Potta're?" someone asked.

Harry nodded.

"Well what d'you want monsure Potta're?" the bartender asked.

"A ship and a captain that will get me to isle De'Morroco" Harry replied.

Harry had thought the room was silent a minute ago, well now it sounded like a tomb, the only noise was his own breathing.

"Zat island is curzed, it onzy appearz during ze full moon" the bartender said,

"and no man is crazy enough to go 'zere"

Harry turned around, "Is no man here brave?" he asked, to no reply.

Harry sighed and reached into his robes, he withdrew a small leather bag and dropped it on the counter.

"There are 4,000,000 galleons in this bag, is that island cursed enough to deny you that gold?" he asked.

Again no one moved, after a minute Harry put the bag back in his robes and proceeded to the door.

Upon exiting the tavern, Harry felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and knew no more.

A/N: Suspense, huh?

I hope you liked that chapter, Harry won't find Hermione until about chapter 4, and yes, there will only be 15 chapters in this story too. After I finish this trilogy, I'm starting another one

(After I finish I Love You, of course)

Harry finds her though and then kills Voldemort, though in an unexpected way.

Two people in the coming chapters make some astonishing changes too, one for good and one for bad.

My girlfriend always wonders why Harry has to go through so much pain, well as Van Helsing put it

"Pain lets you know you're alive"

After this story Harry won't go through anymore pain (Ok maybe a tiny bit, but that's Harry Potter For You)

Ok bye.

PS: Sorry those two chapters were so short, next ones will be longer, and if it takes me a while to update at any time on this story I'm sorry, I just got my drivers license and I am going to be busy this summer, I have to take my girlfriend to the mall every weekend.

(Guys ages 11-15 who have girlfriends, be glad you can't drive them to the mall, you have to carry all their bags for them, and it's a pain in the ass when they are clothes obsessed and try to buy the whole store of Victoria's Secret or old navy out, and it's really embarrassing going into Victoria's Secret, Sorry Felecia!)

However, I can't complain, I love her a lot, and I'll do anything for her, I'm head over heels for her.

(Will that make up for what I said a minute ago baby?)