Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters.

A/N: From now on make sure you pay attention to P.O.V.'s. Also, even though, I write that it's in someone's P.O.V., it will still be in third person but it would be as if I was in that person's head. Okay, without further ado, Chapter 3.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Harry found himself in what looked like a smaller version of Hagrid's hut. It had only one room with two ripped up old mattresses, on the floor. These were covered in one thin and very torn up sheet, each. There were also two wooden buckets which, by the smell, Harry assumed, were for human waste, and there was a closet full of hooker clothes. The room itself however; didn't seem to have any occupants.

Harry walked to the door, wanting to leave before anyone found out he was there. It was locked and somehow, he knew it would be.

"Damn it!" Harry shouted as he punched the door frame. He began looking for another exit when he heard the sound of keys jangling outside and a lock click.

As quickly as possible, Harry dove behind the door and out of sight just before the it opened. A very thin girl who looked no older than seventeen with bushy brown hair was pushed in. She fell to the floor with an "umph!"

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Mudblood!" Harry heard the voice of Lucius Malfoy and had to clench his fists to keep from strangling him. "I can't wait until tomorrow." Lucius chuckled as he slammed and relock the door.

"I can." The girl said through gritted teeth as she stood up.

Harry only saw her back but recognized her right away. It was Hermione. He observed her for a minute before he said anything, not wanting to startle her. He took in her appearance. She was wearing what looked like a red leather halter top with a pair of tight black leather pants. Much of her skin was exposed and all of it looked black and blue with a few red spots of blood. Her brown hair was pulled pack in a ponytail. He could even tell just from the way she carried herself that this was not the Hermione that he had just been with.

He watched as she walked to the closet and pulled out a box. Only after she carried the box to one of the mattress did she look up and notice him. Her reaction to him was not quite what he was anticipating.

She dropped the box,potion vials fell out, and she curled herself as close to the wall as possible. She had tears in her eyes and was trembling from head to foot.

"Hermione, it's okay. It's me Harry." Harry tried to stroke her hair soothingly but she pulled away from him.

"How did you get in here?!" She yelled still backing further away from him. "I know you're not a Death Eater, so you don't have a key."

"It's Harry. Harry Potter. Your best friend." Harry stated again unable to understand why she didn't know who he was.

"I don't even know you. I've never heard that name in my life!" Hermione yelled. "Tell me what you want!"

"I swear, I won't hurt you. I just need some answers, that's all." Harry replied calmly.

Hermione seemed to relax a little but Harry could tell she was still on her guard, as she began to pick up the potion vials. She looked at a few labels and drank a couple then turned to him and said,

"What do you want to know?"

"Where are we? Why are you dressed like that? And why don't you know me?" Harry stated.

"First off, I probably don't know you because I didn't get out much before I came to be here and I've been here since I was ten. Where is here? You ask. For lack of a worse word for it, you have just entered hell. This is what happens to female mudbloods and blood traitors who get captured." Hermione explainded

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when Voldemort gets his prisoners, he makes an example by killing the men and sending their bodies back to Hogwarts."

"That's sick!"

"Maybe so, but I'd rather be a male and die, then live my life like this. Which brings us to why I am dressed like this. Voldemort uses his female prisoners for the sexual entertainment of himelf and his Death Eaters. I was the guniea pig for the idea actually, thanks to Lucius."

"What do you mean?"

"Nope. I've answered your questions, now I have a few of my own. Who are you? Where are you from? How did you get here? And what do you want?"

"I told you my name is Harry Potter. I think I'm from a different reality. And I have know clue how I got here."

"Somehow, I don't believe you." Hermione replied sarcastically as she returned the box of potion vials to the closet.

"I'm telling the truth! What can I do to make you believe me?!" Harry was desperate.

"Unless you can prove that you know me as well as you say you do, then I don't want anything to do with you."

"Your name is Hermione Granger. Your birth father died in a plane crash a week before your fourth birthday. Six months later, your mother married Kevin Hart. He started out a nice man, always buying you things, until you turned five. After that, he became very abusive towards you and started molesting you." He hated just throwing this stuff at her but knew it was the only proof he had that he was her friend. "You tried to tell your mom, but she loved him so much that she made it all your fault. She soon began to completely ignore it."

He watched as she stood there stunned, looking at the floor. When she finally looked up at him, there were tears streaming down her face.

"I never told anyone any of that."

Harry reached out and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I had to bring it all up but it was the only thing I could think of that would make you believe me." He whispered into her hair.

"No, it's okay." She whispered, "I was just caught off guard with it. I really wasn't expecting you to say it. I guess I have no choice but to believe you now." She hiccoughed slightly and pulled away from him. "What do you want to know?"

"What is going on with the world, right now? How did everything get this bad?"

"I can't tell you too much about what happened before I was eight. When Ginny gets back she can fill you in until then."

"Ginny's here?"

"Yes but that's part of my story so I get back to her."

"Okay."

"I was a pretty smart kid, despite the shit I was going through, and I used to watch the news, everyday. There were many accidents, and unexplainable disappearances. I always had a feeling that there was something bigger at work but nobody would believe someone as young as me. Even when I did say something, Kevin would backhand me and tell me not to talk about things I didn't understand. Anyway, after I turned eight, The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters gave up trying to keep magic a secret, and just started killing people in public. The world then became like the Salem witch trials from both sides. Not only was The Dark Lord killing muggles and anyone else who stood in his way, but the muggles were capturing and killing witches and wizards. Some parents even murdered their own children when they discovered who they were. I remember they day I recieved my Hogwarts letter."

FLASHBACKHERMIONE'S P.O.V.

Ten year old Hermione laid on her her bed, curled in a ball, crying. She had just recieved a terrible beating from Kevin but he wouldn't tell her why. He was now downstairs fighting with her mom.

"Your daughter's a witch!" Kevin yelled, "You know if anyone finds out, we'll all be killed!"

"You don't think I know that, Kevin! What are we gonna do?" Her mother replied.

"We're gonna get rid of her! That's what!" Kevin answered.

"I will not murder my daughter!"

"Don't be so dramatic. I'm not planning on killing anybody. This is what we're gonna do..." But Hermione never heard the plan. She was so exhausted from the beating that she fell asleep before the arguement ended.

The next day Kevin and her mother drove her to a park they knew she wouldn't be able to find her way home from. They told her to get out of the car and then drove away. She tried to chase them crying for her mom but they were going too fast. Hermione fell on the sidewalk, crying. She cried until she sensed someone standing in front of her.

She looked up to see a tall blonde man dressed in all black with a boy, dressed the same, she assumed was his son. The man had a cane with a snake head for the handle. For some reason she felt that this man was someone to be feared, even before he opened his mouth. Probably because of the smirk, both he and his son were wearing.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" The man asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"My mum left me here and I don't know how to get home." Hermione explained.

"Well, dear, if you come with me, I can help you find your mum." The man offered.

"But she says I shouldn't go anywhere with strangers."

"Even though, she left you alone, with only strangers to help you. And personally, I think this is the best offer you're going to get." The man sounded angry and Hermione thought he was scary.

He was right though, she was alone and this man was the only one offering her any kind of help. She decided to take his hand and go with him.

END FLASHBACKHARRY'S P.O.V.

"Lucius Malfoy brought me back here and raped me that night. It was later his idea to make Riddle Manor the Death Eaters' personal whore house. I was passed around for a week to see if the others woul like the idea. Apparently, they did." Hermione finished the story with tears in her eyes.

Harry wanted to say something, anything to comfort her, but he couldn't find the words and simply embraced her. They held on for a long time as Hermione cried. Then, when she calmed, she sat up and continued,

"Then about two years ago, the Order, you know what that is right?" Harry nodded and she continued, "The Order, headed by Albus Dumbledore, raided this place and helped most of us escape. After that, I was bought a wand and trained in combat. More importantly, for the first time in my life, I had people I trusted. I met Ginny Weasley, who became my best friend and helped adjust to my newfound freedom. And Neville Longbottom, who made sure no man took advantage of the fact that I would fuck anyone who asked. Anyway, six months later, The Dark Lord attacked Hogwarts, killing half our men, and recapturing all of his girls, plus a few more, including Ginny. When we were brought back, He placed a tracking spell on us. We were told if we left the grounds again, he would know and all he had to do was snap his fingers, then we'd be right in front of him awaiting punishment." Hermione finished and looked at the clock on the wall. "Shit, they'll be here to get me soon."

"Who'll be here to get you?" Harry asked a little confused.

"Draco and Ron." She stated rolling her eyes and started going through the closet.

"They're here too." Harry couldn't believe his luck. They were all in the same place!

"Of course, they're here. They're two of the Drak Lord's most trusted and loyal."

"What?" A balloon deflated somewhere in Harry's stomach.

"You sound surprised by that." Hermione pulled out an outfit and began changing, Harry turned around, out of respect for her.

"I am. They are both loyal to the Order, or at least they are, in my world. Plus, they're our friends."

"Right." Hermione replied sarcastically. "I'm finished."

Harry turned around and was shocked by the outfit she had on. It was a tight leather skirt, that just barely came past her arse with a black leather tank top that clasped down the middle.(A/N Think Marisol Nichols shirt in the episode Chriscrossed from Charmed.) Her midriff was exposed along with much cleavage. Harry was pretty sure he had never seen that much of her in the six years, they had been friends.

"What?" Hemione asked.

"Nothing." Harry replied, only just realizing that he was staring. "I'm just not use to seeing you dressed like this."

Hermione opened her mouth to reply but Harry heard a key in the lock. Hermione looked at Harry, the panic apparent in her eyes, but he jumped behind the door. It opened and a red headed young women was pushed in, Harry assumed that it was Ginny. The door closed and was relocked.

"Ginny!" Hermione yelled and ran to her friend. "She's unconcious! Harry can you pick her up and get her on the mattress?"

Harry did what was asked of him and Hermione knelt beside her.

"Now, in the back of the closet there is a loose floor board with the box of vials in it. Get it and bring it here."

Harry darted to the closet, found the floorboard, pulled out the box and took it back to Hermione.

"What happened to her?" He asked as Hermione began reading the labels on the vials.

"She had the "pleasure" of entertaining The Dark Lord, tonight." She answered as she forced a few drops of a potion into Ginny's mouth.

"Is she gonna be alright?"

"I don't know." Hermione looked up to put the vials back and Harry noticed that she was crying. "She was unconcious for a week last time, even with the potions."

"Who makes them?"

"Severus Snape. He's been doing it since I got here. He brews them and restores them once a month. He also takes us on different nights, depending on our need to recover. He'll probably take Ginny tomorrow and keep her all night. He makes sure we get enough food, risking his own life most of the time." Hermione explained, slightly distracted.

"Good, then maybe he can help me. I'll go with Ginny, tomorrow night."

"Okay, but how are you going to get there without being seen?"

"With this." He pulled his rather large invisibility cloak out of his rather small pocket.

"How did you possibly get that in your pocket? More importantly how is it gonna help?"

"I forget you don't know what it is. It's called an invisibility cloak. When I put it on, no one can see me. And in answer to your first question, you put a spell on it to make it fit wherever I needed to store it."

"You mean, I'm good at magic?"

"The best in our year."

Hermione smiled in spite of herself. Her smile faded however; when she saw the clock again.

"Shit! They'll be here any minute!"

Harry saw a completely change in her demeanor. She tensed up as she grabbed the box of potions and put it safely back in the closet.

"Watch over her. I'm sure you know what to say if she doesn't trust you. Now, get under the cloak and promise me, no matter what you see, you won't blow your cover."

"I promise." Harry replied, suddenly worried about how cruel the two had become in this world.

He threw the cloak over his head and plastered himself to the wall. Not even a minute later, he heard the lock click and the door opened. As he saw Ron and Draco enter, he noticed Hermione stiffen.

"Good, mudblood, you're ready." Ron said as he walked toward Hermione, "And look, Draco, she's wearing our favorite outfit."

Harry watched as Ron got behind her and started kissing her neck. He saw the tears swimming in her eyes and somehow Harry knew she wouldn't let them fall. He wished he could help her but he kept his promise not to blow his cover. Ron then grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, and put his lips next to her ear. Harry didn't catch what he said but he noticed it had made her start to tremble.

"Hey, Ron, your sister's pretty hot." Draco said.

Harry looked over to see him kneeling next to Ginny's unconcious form. He had begun trailing his fingers up her leg.

"Keep your hands off of her." Hermione yelled and Harry turned his attention back to her.

"Shut up, mudblood!" Ron yelled as he yanked her head back even further.

"It's okay, Ron." Draco said standing up, "I prefer my women concious." He joined Ron next to Hermione.

For a breif moment, Harry swore he saw relief on Ron's face but he could've been mistaken.

"Especially, when they fight, like you do." Draco continued as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close.

Ron released her hair as Draco began kissing her neck. Harry watched, unable to believe what the two had become. He just couldn't find the word for them at the moment.

"Are we ready then?" Draco asked.

"I think we are." Ron replied. "You ready, mudblood?"

Hermione nodded, sadly.

"Let's go then." Draco said excitedly and still holding her tightly around the waist, he dragged her out. Harry heard the door slam and relock. He turned his attention to Ginny and prayed they'd both be okay.

A/N: I would like to put a trailer for this up on youtube to see if I could get more readers. Unfortunately, I do not have the equipment to do it so I am looking for someone who does. If you are interested e-mail me: so we can talk about it. Thank you. Oh and BTW: If you are wondering why Harry didn't assume his other world life, like the others did. That's because he's the one who smashed the object so he got stuck in the inbetween, if you understand what I mean.