DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT
Twenty-Three
"WHAT?" Snape demanded, jumping out of his chair as though his arse had just caught on fire. He stared at Lucius who didn't seem to be paying attention to him.
"What are you talking about?" No one had ever told Snape about Lucius and Hermione. He thought they had hated one another.
"She never told you?" Lucius asked, his eyes turned towards the fire. Snape shook his head, unable to speak. Lucius sighed deeply and for a moment remained quiet, so quiet that Snape thought he might stop talking.
"Do you remember when Granger was gone all summer and she was supposed to be at her parents place?" Snape nodded, already knowing what was next.
"We had kidnapped her and brought her to the Voldemort. Luckily, he didn't let any one touch her or hurt her. We kept her in a cell, barely feeding her and keeping her alive. Voldemort hadn't wanted to physically hurt her because he knew humans can adapt to their situations easily.
"I was supposed to keep watch over her and fill her brain with horrible images and we kept her blind for a long time." Lucius started long and hard into the fire, hating himself as he relived those moments. He used to watch Hermione cry herself to sleep at night and scream for someone to let her out. He had watched her bang her tiny fists on the walls until they had bled and he had gone down to heal them several times, only after he had knocked her out. There were a few times when her screams of torture had nearly driven him to let her go free back to her family and friends. Other times he had wanted to kill Voldemort for putting her in pain. It was then when he had realized that all his life whatever the Pureblood philosophy had been, all of it had been wrong and immorally incorrect.
"You don't know how bad her screams hurt me Serverus. I was attempted to put both of us out of the misery but you the Dark Lord. He would have had Narcissa raped and Draco would have been killed in front of my eyes. I couldn't have that, even if Draco is not my son." Lucius kept his wife's unfaithfulness out of the story. That was unnecessary for Snape to know and Lucius didn't want to think about it.
"So, I watched over her and reported what ever happened to the Dark Lord until one day he finally got tired of it. I was ordered to rape Granger in front of my wife and rape her brutally." Snape paled at the thought and gripped his chair for support.
"So what did Narcissa say?" Snape didn't want to hear this, he really didn't but if it would help him understand what was going on with Hermione, he would do it. He needed to know what was going on with the ghosts and shadows she had seen tonight. Lucius closed his eyes as though it would stop the memories from rushing back to him but they wouldn't stop. He had already gone too far.
"We were both in the room while Granger was lying on the bed. Narcissa had told me she would take Draco away from me if I raped her. It wasn't that she cared who I had sex with but to rape a young girl that was too much.
"So, Narcissa came up with a plan. She altered my memory and hers so that when the Dark Lord looked inside he could see that I had raped Hermione. But there was a catch. After we let Granger go, the Dark Lord wanted her to remember what had happened to her and I had to get her pregnant. Narcissa had given me some sort of syringe where I transferred my sperm in it and injected it into Hermione."
"D-did it work?" Snape asked even though he knew the answer. Of course it had worked, how else could the girl have been pregnant?
"Yes, it worked. She became pregnant."