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Please be warned that this chapter contains some con-consentual adults situations.

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Chapter 6: The DOM 6 CONTINUED

Grangers:

Michael Granger was not having a good summer. Usually when his brilliant daughter came home from school, she would be talking a mile a minute filling him in on her year away from home. It was Ron this, Harry that. Ginny did this. Helped Neville with that. Oh those twins were going to be the death of me. Michael would usually chuckle at her when she talked. Yes, he had a very unusual child. For one, she loved to read, and two, she loved to learn. That was something that he and Helen had instilled into her when she was very young. It was something that took Michael a long time to get drilled into his head. When he was younger he accepted the Queen's coin, then was off to the military for six years. He had to admit to himself that joining the Army was the best thing that he could have done for himself.

The training that he received, after taking a few tests, fascinated him. After some additional tests, they put him in the intelligence area. Recon and deployment was the way for his platoon. The more problems they gave him, the happier he was. The Army was happy to give him all the hard pressing problems to solve. And it was that problem solving technique that he had taught his daughter.

The father of the most brilliant witch of her year, and many years, also chuckled again thinking about his daughter. She was such a prissy thing. Inherited that from her mother. It had taken him awhile to woo Helen. Helen liked to convey a proper decorum at all times; her own dear mother instilled that. It took him some time for Helen to get relaxed enough to enjoy life. Hermione was much like her mother; only every once in awhile would her father's traits come out. That was when nasty stuff happened when she was younger. They were completely surprised when their daughter received a letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their daughter was a witch! At first both he and Helen were skeptical about the education that Hermione would receive. What could she possibly do with this magic when she went out into the real world? He had visions of David Copperfield, or David Blain. Or even the street rats plying their games in some circus or something to that effect.

But no, there was a world out there that was strictly for magical people. Schools, businesses, governments, education, law enforcement, even medicine. A Professor McGonagall had come to their house five years ago to explain to them all about the hidden world. He had to admit that he liked the professor, and so did his wife. Ruefully he had to admit that the professor reminded him of Helen. They got along so well with each other. Michael was worried about sending Hermione to a school that was so far away. And it wasn't as if they could come up on weekends to make sure she was doing well with her classes and classmates. They didn't allow Muggles into the school; the professor said that it was for their protection. Something about wards that were put up by the founders of the school wouldn't allow Muggles even on the grounds of the school.

No that wasn't why he wasn't happy or having a good summer. When his daughter came back from her fifth year, there was a skirmish of some sort and his daughter was severely injured. They had to take Hermione to St Mungo's, a truly confusing and unmanaged place, shortly after she came home from school. Hermione had a scar that was almost two feet in length, starting just left of her collarbone and running all the way down to just past her bellybutton. It was a hideous scar, and the healer said that it would take until the better part of the summer to completely go away. He knew that Hermione was still in pain, nothing that she would admit to, but she would wince if she tried to do too much. She had taken to reading her books up in her room, not saying much to either him or Helen.

But again, that wasn't what was pissing him off. What he was mad about was that no one told him or Helen an effing thing about why she was injured! He was concerned about continuing Hermione's education at Hogwarts, and was seriously considering pulling her out of the school. He just didn't know how much of Hermione's Hogwarts education could be credited in the Muggle educational system.Michael did not feel that the school was providing a safe environment for his daughter. He had asked Hermione to write to her professor, because he wanted to speak with her about the safety issues that seemed to come up on a regular basis. Luckily Hermione's friend, Harry Potter, had owled her, so Hermione was able to use his owl to send a letter to her professor at school. They received a reply that Professor McGonagall would be stopping by tomorrow to talk with him and Helen.

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Up in her room, Hermione was sitting at the window ledge trying to read a Defense book again, but the words on the page weren't making sense. Sighing, Hermione gave up trying to read. She had to admit to herself that she was worried about just about everything in fact.

She was worried that her father was thinking of pulling her out of Hogwarts. She loved going to that school. She loved walking the halls, feeling the magic of the portraits. Feeling the magic in the air. Feeling the coldness she would get when a ghost would go by her, or even to go through her by accident. It happened to her usually about once a week with Sir Nicholas, Gryffindor's ghost. It was sort of a joke between them now. She loved to walk into the Library with all those magic books just waiting for her to read.

She loved the feel of the old books, the smoothness of the parchment paper that made up their pages, and the writing style that they used. She loved the aged but very worthwhile information that was contained inside. After she found the Library when she first started at Hogwarts, that was where she could always be found, touching the magic that the books contained. The books at Flourish and Blotts paled in comparison. No, it was just the Hogwarts Library books she loved. The older the better for her. There was just something about the magic inside the books that Hermione couldn't get away from.

And she loved to figure out problems, the harder the better. That was why she was having such a hard time now. She was trying to figure out a way to keep going to Hogwarts, and keep her friends alive.

She had gotten into an argument with her father the other day about her scar. She was helping to clean out the garage when she lifted something just too heavy for her. She had dropped the box with a cry of alarm, and then with a scream of pain. It felt like fire was shooting up and down her chest. Her father grabbed her and carried her back into her room. The potions that St. Mungo's had given her were on her bedroom nightstand. Unfortunately those potions made her so sleepy and a bit talkative.

Hermione winced in shame when her father was able to get certain information about what was going on. Now her parents knew that there was a war going on in the magical world. And it seemed to revolve around her friend Harry Potter and the fact that she was a Muggle-born witch. Hermione had gone to bed crying because of the fight that she got into with her parents. She knew that they were worried; bloody hell, she was worried. But she knew that she wouldn't be worth a damn if they pulled her out of school. Magic was a part of her. She had to continue. Didn't they see that?

And then there was the whole pure-blood vs. Muggle-born issue. It was just so stupid really. If she was so unworthy of magic, why did she have the capability of magic in the first place? That was something that she had talked about with Professor McGonagall back in her third year. Hermione had another run in with Pansy Parkinson, who managed to corner her in the bathroom. It was surprising just how much dark magic Pansy knew. Fortunately because of the studying that she did, she was able to deflect the curse that was sent her way.

Her Head of House had found her crying in that same bathroom a few hours later. That was when the Time Turner started to get to her, and it didn't help that Professor Trelawney, the divination teacher, had really managed to make her angry by constantly harassing Harry.

"Really" she thought, "how stupid does she really think we are? Constantly 'predicting' Harry's death?" During every class, Professor Trelawney would predict Harry's death in some horrible way or another. That was why Pansy's attack in the bathroom really got to her. It was the way she said it, that she knew that the escaped prisoner was after Harry, and that she was helping him get to her friend.

And then the other day with her father in the garage, she knew that box was too heavy for her! Why did she have to pick it up? Why did her scar have to flare up in pain? Why did she have to go blabbing to her father just what was really happening at school? Why did she have to let Harry go to London? She knew it was a trap! But she loved Harry, and she was truly worried about his sanity. Those dreams that he was getting from Voldemort were just a bit more than he told his friends or even Professor Dumbledore. Even she could see that.

What she was really worried about was that blasted letter from Harry she had received a week ago. She was afraid for him. He was in danger not just from Voldemort, but from himself. She was afraid that Harry was going to sacrifice himself because of his stupid 'saving people thing' that always sent them on their adventures. Hermione re-read the letter that Harry had sent last week.

Hermione,

I'm so sorry! How can you ever forgive me for what I have done? Sirius is dead because of me! I should have listened to you! It was a trap, and you were hurt, everyone was hurt because of me! Neville lost his father's wand, Ginny had a broken ankle, those brains attacked Ron, and Luna was knocked out. You have been my friend since the beginning. And look what I have done! Sirius is dead! How can Remus or even you look at me after what I have done? How can I look at myself? Maybe I should…. I don't know Hermione, but maybe it's best if this summer I don't go anywhere. If I weren't around, none of you would be getting hurt. I'll contact you later.

Harry

It was this letter that sent Hermione into panic mode. She bit the bullet and called him at his home, breaking the agreement that she and Harry had made after second year. Unfortunately Harry's aunt had answered the phone. When she asked for him, his aunt said that he was in the hospital. Her panic was elevated to hysteria. Hermione begged her mother to drive her to Surrey Hospital to see Harry. Luckily her mother did, and she discovered Harry wasn't in the hospital because he had tried to kill himself. That was her worst fear with Harry.

She didn't find out why he was in the hospital or even how he got there. But she did spend some time with him at the hospital. She and Remus had a long talk and she showed him the letter that sent her into panic mode. Remus had conceded that the letter would set anyone off into a panic.

They figured out that the reason Harry had actually sent the letter was that Voldemort was trying to play with his head. Remus had talked with Harry, and he didn't even remember writing the letter to Hermione. They came to the conclusion that Voldemort had put the vision in his head when he was really sick from the Cruciatus Curses that he suffered.

Hermione admitted to Harry that she feared it was a suicide note. They had ended up in each other's arms crying when Harry had told her that he did not want to kill himself. She cried so hard in his arms that day begging him not to leave his friends. Remus left the room for a bit so they could talk privately.

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The next day in the kitchen of the Granger household, Helen Granger was making dinner for everyone. As she was chopping the vegetables for dinner, she thought about the letter that her daughter's friend sent her. That letter had sent Hermione into a panic attack, the first true panic attack that she ever saw her daughter have. When she read the letter even she thought that Harry was considering suicide.

Helen gave a shudder at that thought. The son of one of her close friends had committed suicide at the age of seventeen, and no one could figure out why he did that. He wasn't even out of school yet. He had a bright future ahead of him in the sciences. He was the captain of his rugby team, and had high scores in all his classes. He was very well liked by the girls and his male mates. Most of the Universities throughout England and some in France were courting him. Jeannie, his mother had found him in the garage hanging from a rope.

Helen didn't know what she would have done if Hermione did that to herself. That was why she drove her to see Harry at the hospital. While the two were talking, a man had come out of Harry's room, wearily running his hand through his hair..

She introduced herself and found out his name was Remus Lupin. She remembered that the name of one of Hermione's professors was Lupin, and he confessed that he was the one and only. They had a long talk about why Harry was in the hospital.

From what she was able to find out, Harry was deathly ill. He was not in the hospital because he tried to kill himself. Remus had said that Harry recently had lost someone close to them both, and he was keeping a very close eye on him this summer because of it.

Putting the cut vegetables on the dinner table, Helen called for Michael and Hermione to come to dinner.

"I have some left over pumpkin juice if you want some, dear," she said to her daughter.

"Thank you." Hermione took the pitcher of chilled pumpkin juice and poured herself and her father some.

"What time did your professor say she would be again?" Michael asked.

"7:30 sharp" came her answer.

"Do you have any homework assignments over the summer?" her mother asked.

"No not like before, just some essays in Transfiguration, Charms and Potions."

"What about Runes and Arithmancy?" her father asked.

"Those assignments won't be mailed until after we receive our OWL results. I'm guessing that the OWLs determine what assignments we have," she speculated.

"Makes sense," her father said.

Hermione briefly smiled at that. She knew that her father was iffy about sending her back to school. She and her mother had had a very long talk today about why she felt she needed to go back to Hogwarts, even though a war had broken out among the wizarding population of England. Hermione had talked with her as best she could. Even she didn't know why she had to go back to the magical world, but she just knew that she did.

When they finished dinner, Hermione took the dishes into the kitchen, and was just returning to the dining room.

CRASH!

A blast came from the front door. Hermione looked up at her parents in fear. Thinking quickly, she cried, "Get upstairs! I need my wand!" All three Grangers ran up the stairs as quickly as they could. Sounds of running feet came from behind them.

"Oh Mudblood, where are you?" they heard.

Hermione grabbed her wand from her room and stood in front of her parents in the hallway, looking around to see if there was anything she could use. She ducked back as someone at the foot of the stairs shot a curse up at her, hitting the plaster next to her head.

"There you are! Did you think you could get away from me? We have so much to talk about!" there was a Death Eater at the foot of the stairs

Taking a defensive stance that Harry had taught her, Hermione prepared to fight.

"Reducto!"

"Protego" quickly followed by "Locomotor Mortis" she aimed at the Death Eater.

"Hermione who are these–" her father started to ask.

"Death Eaters, Dad." By now Hermione was shaking, tears were starting to form. She could see more Death Eaters behind the first one and knew she was outnumbered.

"Come, Mudblood, we have so much to catch up on!" the Death Eater said. Hermione thought she knew that voice.

The first took a step on the stairs. "Don't you remember me?"

Hermione just shook her head no. "Well, would you look at that? She doesn't remember me! Mayhap I can remind you."

Another step on the stairs.

She heard a sharp crack behind her. Quickly turning around, she aimed at the Death Eater that popped behind her mother. "Stupefy!" As she turned back to the one in front, Hermione's hand started to shake even more.

"Come, come do you really think that you'll win this one?" he asked. Hermione didn't bother answering him.

"Reducto!" More plaster and chunks of wood fell on the three of them. Hermione and Helen screamed in fear. Michael reached down and grabbed a piece of wood by his feet, preparing to defend his family with the wood if he had to.

"No, I don't think so, Muggle. Expelliarmus!"

The wood was torn away from his hand, cutting him in the process. "Shit."

Laughter was heard from below. Another crack came from behind them. Turning quickly, Hermione tried to aim at the Death Eater behind her. "Accio." Her wand went flying out of her hand, and flew down the stairs to the hand of a Death Eater below.

"Crucio!" Pain lanced through Helen Granger like none she felt before. Hermione screamed in fright, and her father bellowed in anger.

"Crucio!" Her father dropped to the floor, bellowing his pain.

The Death Eater had reached Hermione by this point. He grabbed her by the arm and flung her down the stairs.

CRASH! BOOM! THUMP! Hermione tumbled down the stairs. The first Death Eater followed her down. When she landed at the bottom of the steps, she raised her head a little to see that a wand was in front of her. She reached out trying to grab it.

"Oh no, you don't!" he said, stomping on her hand. CRACK! Her wrist broke. Hermione screamed in pain.

The Death Eater reached down and grabbed her broken hand and dragged her into the living room. Soon her parents were dragged down and dumped on the floor by her. The lead Death Eater stepped over her and sat on her, looking down.

"This is where Mudbloods are supposed to be, boys!" he cackled. Reaching up, the Death Eater lifted his mask so she could get a good look at his face.

"Dolohov!" she gasped.

He laughed right back at her. "Well, now, what do we do with you?" He lazily ran his finger down her front, circling around her chest.

Hermione started to shake even more and began to cry. She knew what some of the Death Eaters did. It was something that she had read about in the Daily Prophet..

Dolohov aimed a spell at her and ripped her clothes into shreds, cutting her skin in the process. Only her bra was still intact and the Death Eater was running his hand around her chest. With both hands he tore her bra in two, then grabbed her breasts, pinching them together. He ran his hand down the scar that he left her the first time. Dolohov stood up, looming over her. He glanced to the side and nodded at one of the Death Eaters, who aimed his wand at her father.

"You are quite useless to us. AVADA KEDAVRA!" A sickly green light raced to her father.

"Wha?" was the only thing he managed before the green light exploded on him jerking him up.

"Daddy!"

There was no returning answer for her. Michael Granger was dead. Hermione cried even harder. It was hopeless; there was no one watching the house like there was at Harry's. Hermione stole a glance up at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:15. She hoped that she could hold out until 7:30.

"Crucio!"

Her mother screamed in pain. A kick to her ribs sent Hermione onto her side towards her mother. Hermione tried looking around to see if she could grab anything and throw it at the one who was hurting her mother.

Dolohov jerked her again to her back. Punches and kicks followed afterwards. There was only so much she could do to protect herself. It wasn't till she felt weight on top of her again that the punches and kicks had stopped. That was when they used their wands. Spell after spell was aimed at Hermione and her mother. Finally she fainted and the pain stopped, but it was only long enough for someone to Ennervate her so they could make her watch as they killed her mother.

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SPLASH!

A bucketful of water was poured onto her. Sputtering in confusion, Hermione realized that she must have passed out again. When she opened her eyes, there were only a few Death Eaters around her.

Another Apparated out, saying, "I'll leave it to you." There were only two now.

Wow, I'm only worth two Death Eaters, she thought. Another Ennervation was aimed at her to wake her up even more. It seemed to work; her brain was a bit more active, but her body hurt in so many places. Checking herself mentally, she didn't think that Dolohov had done what she was afraid he would do. She didn't feel bruised inside. Emotionally, she was screaming at him to go away. Great big blasts of air escaped from her lungs from another kick into her chest. Gasping painfully to catch her breath, Hermione managed to get to her knees. Then with a painful scream she managed to get to her feet and turned to look at her attacker.

"Well I see there is some life left in you after all," he sneered.

"Why?"

"Why what?" he asked, confused.

"Why not just get it over and done with and kill me?"

"Because it's more fun this way."

Hermione only nodded.

The second Death Eater kept his wand aimed at her. Dolohov stepped closer to her. He jerked her body around so she was facing the second. "Congratulations Mudblood, you'll be the first for him, a test for him." The girl just stiffened at that.

"Crucio!"

Hermione screamed in pain. It felt like white-hot lances were scraping over her. Her body went completely limp; it was only because Dolohov had his hand around her neck that she was upright.

After about a minute the spell stopped. But the pain didn't. Waves of pain went crashing up and down her body. Dolohov stepped away from her, and Hermione was amazed that she managed to stay upright. Or was it something else holding her up? She looked down at herself, seeing a bright amber light with streaks of cobalt blue that surrounded her.

Looking up at the Death Eaters, she saw that they seemed a bit confused too. Glancing around she saw that it was past 7:30. Professor McGonagall should be here, she thought. Glancing back at the Death Eaters, she noticed that they seemed to be frozen a bit.

Hoping against hope, Hermione dashed from the room, running through the house. She crashed into the walls, trying to hold herself up as she went. She managed to grab a pot of flowers and threw it behind her.

CRASH! YES! The second Death Eater was hit coming around the corner after her. He dropped down to the floor. Dolohov swore, and then came running after her.

Rushing through the kitchen door, Hermione tried to find something to protect herself.

He just cackled at her. "Well, well, well, thought you could run."

"Bastard!" she cried, hysterical with fear.

"Crucio!" Hermione crashed against the counter and then fell to the floor, knocking off the dinner dishes and her mother's cutting board. The knife her mother had used to cut the vegetables fell and skittered under the edge of the cabinets.

When Hermione recovered from the curse, Dolohov turned her on her back and sat on her so she wouldn't escape again. He grabbed her breast, pinching and jerking it up and down. With his other hand he smashed into her privates, jabbing his fingers into her vagina, pinching her while he pumped his hand in and out, causing her vaginal walls to stretch in pain. Staring into the ceiling, she tried to still her body, hoping that if she didn't squirm, it wouldn't hurt too much.

It seemed to help. Dolohov let up on her breast. Keeping his eyes on her, he started to take his clothes off, first his outer robe, then his shirt underneath.

While he was taking his clothes off, Hermione lay there staring at the ceiling. Saying over and over in her mind that it would go quickly. The chances of her survival were slim, she knew. And what kind of life would she have afterwards if she did survive? It was also while she lay there thinking that she hadn't had the chance to do any of the things that Harry or Ron had said that they would do. Harry. Ron. Harry. Ron. NO, NO! NO! I WILL NOT GIVE UP! She screamed inside her head.

That was when she truly began to fight, jerking and crashing around. Hermione managed to upset Dolohov, who was trying to get her hands under control. Fortunately he was entangled in his own shirt, which was keeping him from fully using his strength.

Pushing with all her might, Hermione managed to get him partly off her. When her arm came down to the floor, she felt something familiar under it. It was the handle to her mother's vegetable knife. Grabbing it up, she rammed it into Dolohov's chest with all her strength.

With a gasp of pain, Dolohov looked down in disbelief at the knife that was sticking out of his chest, then looked at her. Blood poured out of his chest in big splashes, spreading crimson down his chest. Hermione had managed to get him right through the heart. Gasping, Dolohov only managed a squeak before life left his eyes.

By now Hermione was screaming in fear, pain, and something else she couldn't name.

She realized she was still holding onto the knife imbedded in his chest. Hermione jerked it out of him and stared for a moment at the bloody blade. With another scream, she dropped the knife to the floor, curling her body into a foetal position.

"OH MY GOODNESS!" she heard.

She didn't answer, just continued to scream and cry.

"Miss Granger! MISS GRANGER!"

She felt a hand on her face gently moving her head up. "Hermione?" Dazed, the girl opened her eyes to see a woman kneeling beside her. Hermione was too confused to recognize who it was at first.

"Oh my dear girl," the woman said gently cradling her face in her hands. Hermione just continued to cry her pain. The woman took off her outer light robe and gently put it around her naked body. Tears formed in her eyes when she got a good look at the girl. Beside the tears streaking down her face, she had deep cuts all over her body and blood was pouring from her chest and arms and legs. There were huge bruises starting to form all over her body. The scar that she had before was gaping open again.

The woman sat on the floor of the kitchen and gently reached over to the girl, bringing her to her lap. Pointing her wand at the body next to her she quickly banished it to the other room. Thankfully that seemed to help the hysterical girl; her sobs lessened when the body of the man disappeared.

"Hermione?"

The girl looked up from the woman's lap, staring at her face. Some of the shock started to clear, and she recognized who it was. "Professor McGonagall?" she asked.

Minerva just nodded yes, then kissed her forehead gently. She held Hermione, rubbing her back gently and casting first-aid spells to take care of some of the damage that was done to her. That helped also, and Hermione wrapped her arms around her professor, crying her pain and loss.

A scratch and meow at the door got Minerva's attention. She spelled the door open, and Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, walked into the kitchen then sat on the floor by his mistress, purring. Minerva reached down to pat the cat.

"Hermione? Hermione, I need to get you out of here," she said gently.

The girl just nodded a couple of times. Now that she was safe, all the physical pain came rushing to her. She couldn't move a muscle, couldn't even blink an eye without her body screaming in pain.

With a lot of gentle prodding and finally a levitation spell, Minerva managed to get the girl into an office that had a couch. Laying her down, Minerva then went throughout the house gathering her student's belongings as best as she could. Finally gathering everything and directing them into Hermione's trunk, she charmed the trunk to shrink and put the shrunken trunk into her pocket.

Crookshanks didn't even meow once when she opened the cat carrying case, but hopped in immediately. Hermione was shivering in shock, and needed something warmer than just the light robe. Minerva wrapped a blanket that was on the couch around her. Pocketing her shrunken trunk, Minerva spelled Hermione to hover with the cat carrying case on her, she activated the portkey Dumbledore insisted everyone have.

The jerk behind the navel was the only thing Hermione seemed to acknowledge. Opening her eyes, she realized she was in the parlour of 12 Grimmauld Place. Now that she was safe, she let herself fall into blessed unconsciousness.