Hey guys! so this is the new chapter, I hope you enjoy it. please pay attention to the M rating; which means there will be mentions of rape violence and sexual encounters.
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-Knock knock, girly! Did you miss me?
The disgusting man stood outside the bars of her cell with that terrifying sneer. He looked her up and down and licked his lips hungrily.
Hermione kept her eyes locked on the ceiling, not wanting to see that disgusting face of his.
-Ye sure look ast as tastey as ever.
Hermione cringed inwardly; Her whole body ached from the last time and she had bruises all over. She was sure her upper rib was broken as well. She didn't know if there was a God above who'd listen to her, but if there was, she prayed to God to give her one more day to rest.
-I see you're as quiet as always. Jonathan!
He called his fellow guard.
-"Whass wron?" Said the man.
-Pass the keys.
-Oh, right. Better be careful; Missy and I had a rough session last night.
-No worries.
He opened the door as the other guard walked away.
-"Says you two had a rough one, aye? Not too rough to save a round or two fer me, I hope." He licked his lips and kneeled in front of her on the ground, stroking the side of her face.
-So, tell me girly, whose dick do you like best? Mine? Or his? Or maybe one of the other guards'?
Hermione remained silent and focused her eyes away from him.
-Oww, come on now sweet heart... don't wanna set me off, do you?
She remained silent; And that's when the first blow came; He slapped her right across the face, then he grabbed her face in one hand and made her look at him.
-Answer when yer master is talking to ye! Ye slut!
Hermione tried to look through him, but then he was kissing her; Biting her lips brutally and gripping her neck.
-"You know girly, once there was a time ye'd struggle and scream." He said against her mouth.
-"But now ye've gotten so boring; Ye ain't even bitin nomore." He said and then he was tearing her cloak off and unbuckling his trousers at the same time. He pushed her down by her neck and roughly pinned her arms above her head. His mouth leaving bruising kisses on her neck; Then he attacked her breasts, squizzing and kneading them. One hand remained on her chest while the other traced down her body, roaming her naked form. He shifted his weight fully on her and Hermione's aching rib screamed in protest; She however, bit down her lips to stop the whimper from escaping her lips. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She closed her eyes and tried to escape into her mind, but she couldn't get away from him; She couldn't get away from any of them; All of her attempts had been useless, until, one day she just stopped. Struggling and screaming and fighting was what they wanted and she wouldn't give it to them. Moments later, he penetrated her; She tried to block out the noises of grunting and moaning he made with each thrust. It hurt so much, but she didn't make a sound. She stayed limp and unmoving, letting him abuse her already broken and fragile body, while her soul was bleeding and once again, she knew:
"No God was there to listen to her."
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Outside of Azkaban*
Neville stood outside the gates of Azkaban, waiting for a guard to take him to the visitors section. He had no idea how you was going to go about this, but still, here he was.
-"Neville! Neville!" Shouted the very familiar voice of Harry Potter.
-Harry! what... what the hell are you doing here?
-I'm going in.
-"No." Said Neville sternly.
-I have to, Neville! I need to! I... we... I need to see her, see her and make sure it's Hermione and not the murderer I pictured in my mind for 5 years! I need to see her and decide how I could possibly believe she could commit murder? Fuck all of the consequences! Neville, please...
-"Alright." Neville said hesitantly.
They were guided through the dark corridors, leading to a small room in the corner; Nothing much was provided for the visitors, just a window, a table and a few chairs. The prison really was in a miserable shape and the presence of the dementors made it even more gloomy. They sat down and waited.
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in the cell*
Hermione laid trembling on the ground. Bruises covered her naked form. She was so battered that she could hardley reach for her cloak. Whereas she hadn't done as the guard had ordered, he had kicked and hit her, until she was nearly unconscious.
She really wanted a blanket. Nothing fancy or hand knitted, just a little one to cover her up and keep her warm; It was so cold that her limbs were trembling involuntarily. In the darkness she very slowly slithered on the ground and got closer to the cloak, however, she didn't have the strength to sit up and put it around herself, so she simply nestled against it, trying to find a warmer place in her dreams; Not that there was anything for her to dream about.
The door suddenly opened and the guard named Jonathan barged in and kicked her in the shin.
-Move that ass of yours sweetheart, you've got visitors.
No. He was deceiving her so he could take her to that awful Dungeon in the back, where the whole lot of them gathered and did things to her in a gang. She simply couldn't take it; One last hit and her broken rib would rip her lungs apart. She closed her eyes in self-pity and shook her head.
-What? don't you want visitors? I'd be dancing around if they've told me Harry Potter wanted to visit me.
Her eyes popped open. That name; A name she had tried desperately to forget, but she never could. If she concentrated well enough, she could still see those emerald green eyes, boring in hers one last time before he turned his head and cursed her with disgust. The person for whom she had given up her parents and had been ready to lay down her life if necessary, just to help him survive the horrible task of defeating the darkest wizard of all time; That was what, after all, siblings did for each other. And the person who she had loved as her own brother, who had been her best friend, had been the same person who had spit at her; Told her things that she had never heard him say, at least not to her.
Her breath hitched in her throat and tears burnt her eyes. Was this a game? Was the guard lying? Was he going to rape her, yet again, once more?
The wait had indeed, agitated the guard, so he hurled her to her feet roughly and put that dirty cloak forcefully around her and pushed her out of the door.
-Get going you filthy whore.
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visitors section*
Harry impatiently tapped his feet to the ground; Growing more frustrated by the minute. Finally the door opened. The guard walked in first and he pulled a pale, dirty and fragile woman with him. He shoved her roughly to the corner and hit her with a binding charm. The girl didn't protest, in fact, she didn't even lift her head. The guard then pushed her in a chair and sneered when a sound close to a whimper left her lips; Out of pain probably.
-Here it is Sir. As you can see, she has been treated exactly as she deserves.
Neville and Harry were too shocked at the display of manipulation that they didn't utter a word. The guard left and shut the door. Harry watched the girl, unable to speak; He had come here to find Hermione, his Hermione, but this... this looked nothing like the girl he had seen 5 years ago. Sitting before him was a skeleton. A sorry excuse for a human being. She still didn't look up and to Harry's horror she was absolutely naked under the torn cloak around her and if you listened to the sound of her breathing, it was with difficulty.
Neville found the courage to clear his throat then and said: "Herm...Hermione... Hermione Granger?"
Very slowly the girl brought her head up. It was like a slap to the face; like somebody was painfully ripping his heart out of his chest. He had done this to her, out of sheer stupidity. What they had done to her sounded almost laughable; Trusting a bunch of evidence over their friend for 7 years; The person who had sacrificed everything for him and his task; The only person who had stood by his side when everyone left. What went wrong? What made him turn against her? Was it Ginny's cries over her father's dead body? Molly, whom he loved as his own mother, screaming in grief? Or Ron's faraway look, as he stared at his father's corpse? But who was he kidding? They've all been looking for somebody to blame, to ease their grief by punishing them. Evidence made it all easier. It had been unmistakable; yet, here he was. Watching a broken girl whose life was now ruined because of their hasty judgement.
-"Hermione do you... do you recognise us?" Neville tried again.
Hermione looked up at them blankly, then slowly nodded once.
-"Hermione, we have news... good news!" Neville said hopefully. "They have captured Marietta Edgecomb. She has confessed to Arthur's murder."
Hermione showed no sign of relief, happiness or even acknowledgement, so Neville continued: "She has confessed to be responsible for the events of September 19th 1998, do you know what this means?"
Hermione made no motion and stayed silent and blank.
-It means you're free, Hermione; All the charges against you has been removed. You'll be out of this Prison by 48 hours. Do you have any questions?
Hermione then opened her mouth and for a quarter of a second Harry felt eternally excited to be able to hear her voice after years, but his excitement all but crashed down.
-P-prisoners are not allowed to ask q-questions... It's forbidden.
They were hardly the first words he had expected to receive from Hermione Granger. He had expected her to yell or scream at them for not believing her; He had expected the cold shoulder, but this... This girl seemed to be afraid of them. Her voice was scratched and hiss like, as if it hadn't been used in...weeks.
Neville looked too uncomfortable as he said:
"Well... that's... you can... you can ask anything here, say anything, anything you want."
A cold wind howled through the half opened window; Hermione shivered harder and started coughing; clutching her chest as if it hurt. When it stopped, she turned her eyes on the window and said in the same scratchy voice:
"There's a window."
She was almost looking at it wistfully and Harry had to wonder if there were any windows inside her cell.
-"Right... there is." Neville looked at Harry uncomfortably and silently asked him what to do.
-"Neville, would you give us a moment please?" Harry whispered to him. Neville nodded his head and hasitantly walked out.
Harry didn't know how to begin this; He cleared his throat and walked across the room to her seat.
-"Hermione?" He tried, but she didn't take her eyes off the window.
-Hermione, can you... will you look at me, please?
He slowly lowered himself on his knees in front of her.
-I'm an idiot. I'm an asshole; You... you never deserved any of this. I don't even... dare to say "I'm sorry".
She still wasn't looking at him, but she whispered:
-"What date is it?"
Harry hadn't expected that.
-It's September 19th, it's the same day...shit!
-What year?
Harry was shocked. Didn't she know what year they were in?
-What?... it's 2003.
She didn't say anything further, but she nodded her head. The wind howled again and sent the window flying wide open. Hermione then started coughing restlessly and clutching her ribcage simultaneously. Harry closed the window and grabbed her shoulders as an attempt to help her, but as soon as he did, he wanted to retch. Her bones were practically digging out of her skin. He looked her over once more. This girl was sick; She had difficulty with breathing and coughed repeatedly; She was also obviously malnourished and it seemed as if something was wrong with her chest. She had bruises, how did she have bruises? And she was definitely cold. The tattered cloak was doing little to keep her warm.
Harry took off his own coat and hurriedly put it around her.
-What have they done to you?
At that, she looked at him; Not in anger or disdain, but with an empty stare that silently told him everything she'd been through in the last 5 years.
Suddenly the door opened and the guard walked in.
-Visitors hours are over. Get up girly!
Harry looked at Hermione who in turn, had gazed back at the window one more time.
-"Hold on, please... two more days." Harry pleaded. Hermione didn't acknowledge; She got up and let his coat drop off her shoulders and stumbled to the guard who grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her out the door. Harry wasn't sure if he heard correctly when the guard whispered in her ear: "So you're leaving; How about a goodbye party?"
They left and Harry throw himself on the chair, clutching the coat he had put around her in his grip. His relentless guilt weighing him down.
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AN:So, this is a story is a Ron/Hermione story, so you might be wondering why there are few mentions of Ron in the story but don't worry you will get to know about him in the next chapters.