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A/N: First off I want to thank everyone who is sticking with this story, your support is amazing. All of the reviews, alerts, and favorites mean so much to me. Thank you all.
Now, we have arrived at what will be the most disturbing chapter in this long tale. This chapter comes with a huge warning: Scenes of rape and violence are ahead. I decided to leave the scenes as I wrote them, though I can say I honestly understand if you skim through or skip it all together. There is story before and after of course that is most safe to read. I want to say now that I did not write this because I find it entertaining to read the horrific tale of a woman being brutally raped, but as a way to give a voice to women all over the world who are sexually brutalized and mutilated. I myself am among their number and the stigma that is carried and the personal shame that is felt is life altering.
I won't say anymore, there isn't anything to say other than thank you.
*fresh new lily*
Hermione had taken Severus' advice and soaked in a nice hot bath using more of the bath crystals he had made for her. She let the crystals dissolve in the water as the scent of lavender filled the air. She spent a little while submerged in the soothing water before she noticed the milk slowly leaking from her engorged breasts and decided to just get out and pump. Hermione tried not to think about what Severus would find when he went into her mind that night, and instead tried to keep herself relaxed as she expressed a good twelve ounces of milk. Deciding she needed something else to focus on she found an old textbook and read up on her Arithmancy. It was an area of magic that while she had always excelled at and enjoyed she had to admit to having become out of practice with in her years as little more than a housewife. Hopefully by the time she got her NEWTS scheduled she would be ready for her exams. She was finding at least that she wasn't nearly as obsessed with her scores as she had been as a student. It was hard to be so single-mindedly determined about something like exams when you had lived through a war and the loss of two children. She wanted to be fulfilled in life, not just have the scores to show she studied harder and knew more than her peers.
Arithmancy theory had successfully kept her mind from wandering and Severus had worked to keep the conversation at dinner light, like he had the menu. Knowing that the night they had planned would be very hard on both of their systems Severus had prepared a light salad of fresh spring greens with apples, feta, and grilled chicken. The champagne dressing was light and tart. He had also made a delicious tomato and bacon bruschetta that Hermione couldn't get enough of and had asked him if he could make it more often. She tried to silence the voice in the back of her head that told her there wouldn't be a more often, that after he had seen the terrors hidden in her mind he wouldn't want to continue in the relationship they were building. Instead they ate slowly, talking about things in the shop and the goings on in Diagon Alley, much like they had done when they had shared weekly lunches in the café, back before things between them had changed so drastically.
Hermione took a bite out of a piece of the bruschetta and had to put her hand in front of her mouth to hide her giggles at what Severus had told her.
"Oh they didn't?" she asked excitedly. "I shared a dorm room with them, so of course I had my suspicions, but after all these years I can't imagine why they would go public so…well…publically," Hermione proclaimed, still laughing at Severus' obvious discomfort over the whole thing.
Severus cringed as Hermione's words put images into his head of teenaged girls experimenting sexually in the dorms. He knew it happened of course, he had been a head of house and had been saddled with the unfortunate duty of dealing with more than one broken hearted girl over the years who thought a snog with a dorm mate meant more than it had. It was however not something he truly wished to think about and it had most certainly not been something he really wanted to experience in his apothecary. And never had he wanted to see Lavender Brown and Pavarati Patil seconds from shagging against his shelves. "It was highly inappropriate, not to mention disturbing," he pronounced, shuddering lightly at the memory. "Not only that but they managed to unhinge the shelf that the Patil chit was perched on whist she was being groped by Ms. Brown. I lost an entire shelf of inventory. Thankfully it was mostly basic Calming Draughts, but it will still mean that I have to spend more time brewing tomorrow than I want, especially since I start this month's Wolfsbane batch tomorrow." he scowled as he mentioned the Wolfsbane.
Hermione knew that brewing the Wolfsbane was a deep source of frustration for Severus. It was horribly difficult to brew, not to mention smelled so awful it may as well be toxic for all that you could breathe. He certainly was not a fan of werewolves; he had never fully gotten over his fear of them after nearly being killed by Remus as a teenager. It was however why he brewed it every month. She knew that he took a loss on every potion he sold. It was costly to brew, which was the reason that so many Werewolves had to go without before he began to brew it. He sold it for less than the cost of the ingredients knowing that he would sleep more soundly if he carried the knowledge that the Werewolves in London were not dangerous at least. "I suppose one consolation in it all is that they are paying for everything they ruined, plus a stock of Prenatal Supplement Potions and Stomach Relief Potions, as well as a Skin Cream. Merlin forbid Patil might end up with a stretch mark," Severus explained to her, his voice belying his irritation at the two women.
Hermione shook her head. "So Pavarati is pregnant then?" she asked, sadness tainting her voice. "I don't see how that's even possible unless they swing both ways," she remarked a little coldly. She hated that even Lavender Brown and Pavarati Patil were going to be mothers
Severus could hear the pain in Hermione's voice. He shouldn't have been so thoughtless when he decided to tell her about what had happened. He should have known it would upset her to learn of someone else's pregnancy, especially when it involved an old school rival. "Hermione, darling, now don't be upset. I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry," he told her honestly, hoping to reassure her. He wanted to comfort her and really didn't know how. He knew she was thinking about the fact that she would never have a child. What could he possibly say to that that would make her feel better now that wouldn't be a lie?
Hermione picked absentmindedly at her salad for a moment. "Oh, Severus, it's alright. I know you didn't mean to upset me. It's just hard sometimes. I miss my baby. I wanted to be a mother so badly, and it…it's just going to take some time, I suppose," she cried.
Severus, who had all but finished his dinner anyhow, got up and went around the table to pull Hermione into his arms. "Shhh love. It's going to be okay. You don't have to hide it from me. I wish I could take the pain away darling. I can tell you that I will love you no matter what. Maybe tonight isn't the best night to do this," he suggested, worrying that she was too upset to attempt the Triggered Obliviate.
Hermione shook her head and pushed off of Severus a little to look him in the eyes. "No, no, we will do it tonight. I know you love me. Or at least I'm trying to let myself believe it, because I started loving you too long ago really. It is enough for now. I won't say that I don't want to be a mother; more than anything I want that. But, that was taken from me too. Like so much has been. I know that the only way I am ever going to get some of that back, get some of me back, of who I was, is to get rid of the pain and the fear. You can do that for me. I know. I know it won't be easy and honestly it scares the piss out of me. But you'll be there with me the whole time. I trust you. I love you," she sniffled as she told him.
Severus smiled brightly at her. It wasn't his usual soft smile, the one he reserved for her to show her she was loved by him. It was a bright beaming smile that spoke of his admiration for her and his pride in her strength. "You have no idea what it means to me to hear you say those words. When I first felt myself falling for you it was all I could do not to put all my walls up to cut off the emotions. In fact for months really the walls were all that kept me from pulling you into my arms. It was so hard to think that I was never going to get to hold you as I'd dreamed, or kiss those sweet lips again, after you'd managed to shock me with your sweet chaste kisses that completely undid me. You have given me such a wonderful gift Hermione, by loving me and trusting me. I won't abuse it." He cupped her face in between his hands and kissed her deeply, pouring the truth of his words into the kiss, feeling his soul reaching out to connect to hers.
When they broke the kiss, both a little breathless and flushed, Severus suggested Hermione pour herself a glass of the red wine he knew she was so fond of, knowing she had already pumped that night and any small amount of alcohol would be out of her system before morning when she would need to pump again. He hoped that the wine would relax her some more, now that he had managed to wind her up so much over dinner.
While Hermione did as Severus had suggested he moved to the living room to get the fire going, being sure to place a cooling charm to the room since the fire was really only there for light and ambiance and not at all needed in the warm April night. Severus decided to hang some of his light orbs throughout the space as well. He remembered how much Hermione had liked them when they had first gotten to the house and the electricity had been turned off. Once the lighting was perfect he went and looked through the records that were arranged along the top shelf of one of the bookcases, flanking Hermione's father's old record player. Severus selected a Beethoven record and set it to play, knowing that Symphony no. 9 would be the perfect soothing song for what he and Hermione were going to attempt.
When Hermione walked in to the room with a glass of wine in her hand she couldn't help but smile at the scene. A memory of George's words over lunch coming back to her, He had joked about Severus courting, and if she didn't know better she would think that that was what he was doing. The fire going, romantic lights hanging randomly in the air, music playing softly, a glass of wine in her hands for each of them, it was all so…wonderfully cheesy. Or at least it would have been if he wasn't about to penetrate her mind instead of her body.
Finding her courage, and pushing all thoughts of romance out of her head Hermione walked over to Severus, who's back was to her as he stared into the fireplace. "Severus love, I brought you a glass. Where should I sit?" she asked quietly as she handed him his glass.
Severus looked at her and smiled, knowing that she was truly ready to face her demons. He took the glass from her hands and headed wordlessly to the couch. Severus patted the seat next to him and beckoned her to him. "Come on darling. Sit here with me."
Hermione moved slowly to take her seat next to Severus on the couch. She drank a few more sips of her wine and set the glass down before taking one of Severus hands in hers and squeezing it tightly. "What do I do?" she asked with a slight tremble in her voice.
Severus, who had been preparing himself mentally for what he needed to do all night looked deeply into her eyes and set his own wine glass down. "Okay, first you should just work to get as comfortable as you can manage, alright. This is going to take a while; you will need to try to play the whole memory over again. I know it won't be easy, but I will be right there with you, and I won't let go of your hands alright," he started to explain as he took her free hand in his, giving both hands that he now held a light squeeze as she had done a moment earlier. "I am going to have to put up some of my walls to keep my own emotions in check or I don't think I will be able to get through seeing it. I wish that I didn't have to, but I must be able to view the memory objectively or I can't focus on the emotional strings attached to the memory. I will need to Occlude as much of my love for you as I can," he explained, hating the pained look on Hermione's face as he said it. "I know that isn't what you want to hear Hermione, but if I go in there and see what he did to you, loving you like I honestly do now…I won't be able to be effective. I need you to understand," he begged of her.
Hermione blinked back a few tears and took a deep calming breath. "I…I understand. It might be better actually, it's just…I'm still scared. Just promise me that you will still love me when it's over," she pleaded as her hands began to tremble in his.
Severus let go of one of her hands to reach out and wipe away a tear that had slid down her cheek. "Always. Nothing will change that Hermione, and the walls will come down as soon as I am out. Just tell me when you are ready alright, and try to focus on that night so I can find it. I promise not to go looking for anything else. But that does not negate the possibility that I will see more than I intend. I won't be able to control it if I see something that you didn't want me to, so just try to keep your focus. Remember that I love you," he told her hoping she would be able to do what was needed and get the memory to the forefront of her mind. He really didn't want to invade her privacy while he had to search through her mind.
Hermione nodded. She was ready. "I trust you," she said again, knowing that her trust in him was as important as anything.
Severus took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he put his walls up around his feelings for Hermione. Once his love for her was secured behind a brick wall where it wouldn't interfere with his job he looked up and locked eyes with the witch. Hermione wanted to cry at the noticeable difference in his gaze, but she knew it was needed. "Alright Miss Granger," Miss Granger…that hurt, but she tried not to think about it, "Pull the memory to the front if you haven't. Three, two, one…Ligillimens," he intoned as he dove into her mind.
Hermione tried not to fight against the intrusion into her mind, but couldn't help instinctively throwing up weak walls to hide her private thoughts. "I don't care what is in your overly large brain Granger, I just want to do what I came here to do and get out. So block what you can and remember what we came here to see," Severus voice was harsh as it sounded in her head.
"Sorry," she muttered aloud, still trying to hide her thoughts from him, finding it difficult to focus on Greyback when she knew that he could see so much else while he was in there.
Suddenly Hermione could hear a deep chuckle in her head, "Well now, that is interesting Miss Granger…very interesting, but not why I'm here. Show me Greyback," he ordered.
Hermione stiffened. "What did you see?" she asked frantically.
She could practically feel him smirking in her head. "Nothing for you to worry about. We are here for Greyback, or do you not remember that. Perhaps we should have written this down. I have never known you to forget a fact that you have read somewhere. Now, just show me Greyback so we can do what we set out to do. Or do you perhaps want to live with fear of that brutality, the memory of his teeth scraping and biting…" his words were harsh and cruel, dripping with the cold, calculated vitriol that he was so famous for as a Professor, but it did what he intended.
Flashes of her attacks, both by Greyback and by Ronald flashed through her mind and Severus grasped onto the memory of Greyback and followed it to the source. "Focus now girl. Take me to the beginning. Where were you when it started?" he asked, his voice softer now that he had found what he was seeking.
Hermione trembled as the memories all came back. "We were in the Manor. In a room with a large chandelier, and there was a silver chaise against one of the walls underneath a portrait of a man that looked like Lucius Malfoy, only older. I was on the floor…the 'Crucio'…it hurt so badly," she explained, helping him to find what he was looking for in the memory, knowing he didn't need to play over the whole night. Suddenly she felt a pull in her mind as Severus forced his way through the memory seeking the beginning of her torture at the hands of Greyback.
Suddenly everything seemed to stop as she heard Severus speak in her mind again. "I have found it. I will cut the emotional ties as we proceed, but you will not notice until we have finished, because you will need to feel it for me to do what must be done," he explained, not giving her time to respond before he started to view her most painful memory.
Hermione was writhing violently on the floor. Blood was seeping from her arm where Bella had first sliced into her with her cursed blade, hoping that the pain would be enough to get her spill her secrets. "Filthy little mud-blood. You will tell me what I want to know or I will give you to Fenir to play with. Is that what you want? Is it?" the crazy woman cackled as she held Hermione under a vicious 'Cruciatis' "Now speak you disgusting pig. Where did you get the sword?" Bellatrix demanded to know, bending down to press her knife into Hermione's throat as she knelt down, pressing her knee into Hermione's ribs as her body still trembled from the aftershocks of the nasty curse.
Hermione's head rolled to the side and she spit blood all over the floor. "'Ot da weal sword. 'S a fake," she muttered, her voice sounding weak and gurgled with blood.
Bellatrix took the knife and nicked Hermione's neck in her anger. "Lies!" she screamed. "Fine, if that is the way you want it, so be it. Let's see if you still wish to lie to me after Fenir has had his fun. Fenrir!" she screamed, calling for the werewolf shrilly.
Hermione sobbed. "No. P'ease, no. I swear…'s fake," she cried. Hermione tried to roll over and scramble away as she saw the sneering werewolf approaching down the hall.
"What do you want Bellatrix?" he called out to the mad witch.
Bella's smile was disturbing. "The little mud-blood whore won't talk. I thought she might do better with your form of…persuasion," she told him wickedly. "Just don't kill her, I need her to talk," she instructed as she went to the chaise on the far wall and lay out to watch what happened.
"She always was a vile bitch." Hermione suddenly heard Severus voice sound in her mind and was comforted by his presence as the scene played on. She wanted to stop, to push Severus from her mind and try to forget. But then, at least he was there with her, like he promised. It would all be over soon. She could hear Severus muttering a spell she couldn't quite make out as her mind was focused on reliving the single worst memory of her life.
Hermione was shaking with fear as Greyback approached, unbuckling his pants as he did. There was no mistaking his intentions. The lewd way he licked his lips as he looked at her made her want to vomit. "Hello pet. It's time to play," he said cruelly as he bent down and grabbed a fistful of Hermione's hair, pulling her roughly up so that her face was mere inches from his.
Severus, who was immersed in the vile memory, could smell Greyback's sour grotesque breath as he breathed hotly on Hermione's face, sneering at her as her legs refused to hold her upright.
"That's fine bitch. Don't need you standing anyhow," he snarled as he roughly licked her cheek. "Oh, you taste good pet. Too bad it's so far from the full moon. I do think that the wolf would like to play with you…maybe they will let me keep you as my pet. I like that idea, don't you?" he asked her hauntingly as he flipped her roughly around and pushed her forward so that she was pressed up against the wall.
Hermione cried as she heard his pants drop to the floor and felt his hardened prick poking at her backside. "You like that don't you pet? I can smell it. The fear, the anticipation. So good," he purred disgustingly into her ear. "I'm going to ruin you for other men pet." It was a promise he had kept, Hermione knew.
Severus watched the scene unfold as so many others he had witnessed before during revels. So far there was nothing he hadn't expected and he was easily able to focus on the task at hand. Looking beyond the edges of the memory Severus could see the colorful rays of light that that signified her emotions. It was those colors he worked so hard to repress in his own mind as an Occlumens. During the war had Voldermort looked in his mind and seen the putrid green revulsion to his actions at revels instead of the dispassionate void of a sociopath that he worked to portray he would have been killed on the spot. Severus focused on the rapid firing of the colors on the periphery of the memory and whispered his incantation. 'Obliviate Affectus Lunctio ut Memoria'. He breathed a sigh of relief as the colors began to fade. The memory however continued on and he knew his job was far from over.
The memory Hermione continued to cry, as did the one seated on the couch as Greyback slid his hands under her ruined blouse and pulled it slowly up over her head and arms. The slow sensuality of the movement only added to the depravedness of it. It was a mockery of everything that sex should be. Hermione shuddered as her bare breasts pressed into the cold wall.
She was whimpering and scared beyond belief but couldn't move or speak. Her mind was muddled from the tortures Bellatrix had inflicted. She knew that she was about to have her virginity ripped from her in the vilest of manners, by the vilest of creatures. She had never thought of werewolves so negatively. Not when she had seen how human they could truly be. However Greyback was every bit a monster as the word suggested. She thanked the gods it wasn't closer to the full moon. "P'ease don'. P'ease," she begged, knowing it was useless but not willing to stop fighting.
Suddenly she was pulled away from the wall and thrown violently down and across the floor. Hermione quickly tried to get her legs to work so that she could get away but she barely managed to scoot a few feet when Greyback started to laugh. "That's good pet, I like to chase," he told her as he slowly started to make his way to her, tearing his vest over his head, revealing a very muscular upper body that was matted with hair.
Within seconds he had reached her and he dropped to his knees as he grabbed an ankle and roughly dragged her back to him. "That's right pet, you aren't getting nowhere. You are mine," he growled as he yanked her legs roughly until her crotch was hitting his knees. Greyback moved to reposition himself so that he was straddling her stomach, his long hard prick jutting up and terrifying Hermione when she saw it, knowing without a doubt what was going to happen to her. "You like that do you? Are you a cock whore pet? I bet you are, dirty foul little mud-blood whore like you. Don't worry, I'll let you have it soon enough. First I want to play. My daddy always taught me to get a bitch good and wet first," he told her, his mouth touching the shell of her ear as he spoke. One hand was buried deep in her hair, his claw like nails digging into her scalp as he pulled her head back roughly. The other hand was pinning both of her hands high above her head, his grip far too strong for her to break.
Hermione did her best to struggle against him, pulling at her arms and kicking her feet wildly. She tried to turn side to side but his weight was crushing down on her and all he did was laugh. "Nah ah ah…You aren't going nowhere," he warned as he took the hand that was buried in her hair down and grabbed the front of her bra, scratching her breast badly as he yanked it from her body.
"AAAAHHHH!" Hermione screamed out.
Greyback liked his lips heatedly, like a dog licking his chops before tearing into a chunk of raw meat. What he did wasn't much different. "Without any warning Greyback attacked her breasts, biting at the tender flesh roughly until she bled. "Yummy," he groaned as her blood filled his mouth.
The pain was searing. She didn't think she could feel pain after the 'Crucio's' she had been dealt, but this pain was so different, and more terrifying. Hermione wasn't sure how much more she could take, or how many times he had bit into her breast, taking the time to lick up some of her blood. Some of the blood he just smeared with his free hand, roughly rubbing her skin, scratching it everywhere he touched.
She was crying and still trying to wriggle free, even though she knew it was a useless endeavor. Her eyes were closed so she never saw Greyback grab his wand from beside him and perform the wordless spell that bound her hands, but she felt the cold metal of shackles encompass her wrists and she screamed again.
Greyback just laughed at her. "Oh now now pet. There is no reason to fight it. You might like it. Doubtful though," he joked as he moved quickly to get off of her.
For a brief moment Hermione was grateful for the loss of contact. For one moment she felt reprieve. Then Greyback's nails were digging into her stomach, scratching a bloody path to the waistband of her jeans. Hermione instinctively started to kick and scream, flailing from side to side violently. None of it deterred the monster though, as he popped the button clean off her denims and yanked them and her panties down her body. "Ohhhh…dirty little bitch pissed herself did she," he sneered as he noted the urine leaking from between her legs. "No matter, doesn't turn me off really. It's actually kind of tangy," he told her, disgusting her more than she thought possible at that point.
Severus gagged as he listened. "Disgusting beast," he muttered to himself. Watching Greyback suck her urine from his fingers really put him in a league all his own when it came to sexual depravity. Severus felt for the young woman whose memory he was helping to modify. This was already becoming more disturbing than rapes he had been witness to in revels, and that was difficult to accomplish. But at least your run of the mill Death Eater, like Crabbe or Goyle, was more interested in instant gratification than toying with their victims. And most of their victims were not left to live with the pain of their savage brutality for long.
Snapping himself back into focus, Severus tried to ignore the events playing out before him in Hermione's mind and focused instead again on the horrid colors of her emotions, removing them from her mind. As the memory raged on around him he wondered when Greyback would tire of playing with her, it was draining on his magic to focus so intently in his obliviations. Still, Severus watched as his former student fought with futility against the grotesque beast.
Another spell and Hermione found her ankles similarly bound, cold metal shackles digging into her flesh as they were pulled roughly apart, splaying her most private parts for the monster to devour with his eyes. Greyback growled and dropped down to his knees between Hermione's legs and without warning he jabbed a finger roughly inside of her, scraping her walls painfully causing her to scream out in agony. His other hand found her hip and roughly held her down, his long horrible nails digging little crescents into her hip as she fought against him. "S'op. P'ease don'," she begged through her tears and screams.
Greyback smiled at her pain. "I'm just getting started pet," he said, his voice dripping with sick pleasure. Before she could even process his words his finger pulled from inside her and his hand moved to grab the other side of her hips, holding her firmly in place as he lowered her head between her thighs.
His teeth dug deeply into her thigh as she struggled against her bonds fruitlessly. He continued to bite and lick her thighs; almost teasingly like he truly believed she would enjoy his ministrations. After what seemed like hours of torture she heard his voice calling to her from between her bloodied thighs. "You like that don't you pet? Oh yes, I can tell. Do you want me to taste your pretty little pussy? Of course you do, why did I ask?" he taunted and thrust his face quickly between her thighs, biting first just above her slit.
Hermione screamed until she couldn't find her voice. Her mouth opened soundlessly in agony as he began his assault on her vagina. His mouth was relentless in its torture of her, biting and licking painfully as Hermione silently begged whatever gods there were to bring her death.
A sound to the side of her caught Hermione's attention and she turned her head hopefully towards the noise. She had hoped for salvation only to be disgustingly reminded of Bellatrix's presence in the room. The crazy witch was lying naked on the chaise with one hand pinching and twisting at her own nipples and the other hand buried in a thatch of hair between her legs. She was moaning and laughing all at the same time. Hermione was so disgusted by the sight of the woman masturbating to her rape that she threw up.
Nothing deterred Greyback. With one final horrible bite to her clitoris he sat up and looked down at the naked girl beneath him like he was eyeing a masterpiece of art he had completed.
"Now that you're good and wet, it's my turn," he told her, swiping his fingers through the blood that was covering her vagina as proof of her readiness for him.
Severus was finding it all very difficult to watch, even with his walls up. Bellatrix was a disgustingly insane woman and her arousal at the sexual torture of a young school girl was not something he had wished to witness. Still he continued on.
Hermione wanted it all to stop, but she could hear Severus whispering in her head and knew that she wasn't alone, and that when it was done it would no longer haunt her so terribly. So finding a determination and strength that would make her houses founder proud she pushed onward with the memory. Her only outward signs of distress were the tears silently streaming down her face, unnoticed by Severus who was deeply rooted in the memory.
Hermione's mouth again opened to scream but nothing came out. Her voice was as good as gone. When all of her shackles released she tried to get away, knowing that she couldn't. She had never been in so much pain, her body was still trembling from the 'Cruciatis' and now she was in blinding pain from the bites to her clitoris and vagina. She begged again for death as Greyback's hands closed around her ankles and dragged her across the cold marble floor and beneath him.
Greyback took one arm beneath her to prop her up so that her arse was up in the air level with his jutting prick. His other hand grabbed her roughly around the neck and pulled her back so that he could whisper darkly in her ear. "I'm going to take you now, so roughly you will beg for mercy that will never come. I am going to enjoy tearing that virginal hole of yours wide open and spilling my seed into your dirty womb. It's time you learned your place, you filthy mud-blood whore," he spat and then he roughly pushed her face forward until it smacked loudly on the floor.
Hermione wept as he positioned himself at her entrance and violently pushed himself into her, tearing away at her hymen like a piece of tissue. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt. He pounded into her relentlessly as she cried. He seemed like he would never stop as he destroyed her, dragging his nails down her back viciously, tearing the skin open. As his thrusts became more frenzied he swiped at her back over and over, leaving random slices deep across her back.
Hermione had lost all sense of time as continued to destroy her. When finally she felt him stiffen behind her and heard him roar out his orgasm it was all she could do to collapse into a heap on the floor and vomit once more before passing out.
The memory fuzzed for a moment and then a hand was smacking Hermione in the face. "Wake up mud-blood," Bellatrix's nasty voice cackled.
Hermione's eyes blinked open to take in the form of a still very naked Bellatrix Lestrange standing over her. Hermione groaned, her whole being was screaming in pain.
Bellatrix smiled grossly at Hermione. "I hope you don't mind, but I had Mippy get rid of the blood and sick. Fenrir does have a penchant for making things messy when he plays. I did so like the show. But I really don't want your dirty blood all over me," she explained in her mad sing song voice. "Did you like it as much as I did?" she asked. Hermione just stared at her like she had lost her mind, which of course she had. "I came three times watching him take you? At least you proved useful for something, see," without warning Bellatrix thrust two sticky, musky fingers deep into Hermione's mouth, gagging her.
Hermione fought against the presence in her mind. She was so ashamed of what had happened next, she didn't want anyone to know of it. She had never told anyone, not even Bill who knew the rest.
Severus could feel Hermione trying to push him out. He wouldn't allow it, not until he was done. He could see the colors firing on the outskirts of the memory. He knew she was ashamed, and scared, and disgusted, and still so much more but he couldn't let this girl give up until he was finished. He was not about to have wasted his time and his magic for her to run away now.
"Focus Ms. Granger. I will not waste my time on a pathetic Gryffindor who runs when it becomes too difficult. We started this, we will finish it. What use will it do you to leave now without the emotions fully depleted from the entirety of the memory? It will not matter a whit. So focus, you stupid girl or feel free to live the rest of your life afraid of your shadow," he sneered cruelly, needing her to understand the gravity of the situation.
Hermione wanted to reach out and slap him. He was so mean and horrible, when he was supposed to love her. She knew it was because he had hid away his own emotions in order to get through this. And what was more, she knew he was right. It still hurt terribly to hear him talk to her like that. But she didn't want to fail him, she had never wanted to fail him as her professor, and she most certainly didn't want to fail him as her…lover…her friend…her partner…her Severus. She found her strength and hoped he would still love her when it was all done. Finally ready she pushed forward with the memory.
Bellatrix cackled cruelly. "Does the dirty little mud-blood whore like to taste my cum, knowing she's the reason for it? Oh yes, I think she does. Dirty whore! Dirty little mud-blood whore," she sang. "Guess what little whore? Auntie Bella knows how much you like it so you can lick me clean. Doesn't that sound delicious?" she asked, as she practically danced with anticipation.
"No," Hermione moaned, her voice cracked and pained.
"Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed.
Hermione writhed on the floor as her nerves lit on fire causing her more agony than she knew was possible, even having been hit with it over and over again before.
Bellatrix lifted the curse and grabbed Hermione by the hair, yanking her head back to that she was looking up at the crazy witch. "I said to clean me you filthy bitch. Now lick!" she screamed as she shoved Hermione's face between her legs.
Hermione cried the whole time she licked the sticky secretion from between Bellatrix's legs. She wanted to vomit but forced herself not to, knowing what the punishment would be. She felt disgusting and filthy as the older witch ground her pelvis into her face and moaned.
"Yeeesssss. Oh. Oh, yesssss. Lick me you little whore. Make me cum again," she moaned.
Hermione couldn't believe she was being forced to give oral to another woman, to Bellatrix Lestrange no less. A woman who was sure to have a disease or two Hermione figured. It was humiliating. Where Greyback's rape had been painful and brutal this was invasive on a whole different level.
Bellatrix was grinding forcefully into Hermione's mouth seeking her own pleasure. When a rush of warm liquid poured out into her mouth and on her face Hermione worked to lick it quickly, terrified of losing her mind if she had to endure the 'Cruciatis' anymore. She would rather die than be like Neville's parents. She thought she might die anyhow.
Soon enough, and yet what seemed like a lifetime had passed, Hermione was shoved to the ground by a sated Bellatrix. "That was a good little mud-blood whore. Now, you are going to tell me what I want to know. Where did you get the sword?" she demanded to know, suddenly snapping back to an eerie lucidity.
Hermione just cried, knowing there was no end in sight. She could never give Bellatrix the answers she wanted. "Tol' you's a fake," she cried.
Bellatrix spun and 'accioed' her knife. "Liar!" she screamed.
Bellatrix lunged at Hermione and tackled her to the floor, flipping her to lie on her stomach, straddling her legs. "I'm going to mark you as my whore, my little mud-blood whore. And then maybe you will think again about lying to me!" she shouted as she dug her cursed knife into Hermione's ruined back, carving the words 'Mud-blood Whore' over the wounds left by Greyback.
When Hermione still wouldn't talk Bellatrix turned her back over to Greyback, and told him to see if she wasn't more cooperative after he rid her of her other virginity.
Severus watched as Greyback brutalized Hermione's anus, biting into her shoulders as he pounded into her again. The whole thing was vile to watch, even for an ex-Death Eater. He focused as much as he could on the firing of her emotions and not the scene he was witnessing. It felt like he had been in her mind for an eternity, he could only hope for both their sakes it ended soon.
Nearly forty-five minutes later Severus was feeling the drain on his magic. "Tell me there isn't much more?" he asked Hermione tiredly.
"Not much," she whispered hoarsely, thankfully.
Even after being raped again by Greyback, Hermione still refused to give away her secrets. She refused to betray her friends and just begged for death.
Eventually Bellatrix tired of her blood dirtying the floor and called for Mippy, the House Elf, to clean and clothe her. She was also force fed a 'Pepperup Potion' so she didn't pass out from her interrogation before she gave Bellatrix what she wanted.
With Greyback gone and Bellatrix and Hermione both mercifully dressed, Bellatrix decided on a new tactic. "Perhaps mud-blood, if you won't talk for your own life you will talk for someone else's. Bring me the blood traitor!" she screamed.
She never got to find out if Hermione would have talked to save Weasley's life. Before she got the chance all hell broke loose. Harry and Ron were there, with Dobby the House Elf, and a battle ensued.
As her torture session had finally finished Hermione forced Severus from her mind.
Severus was pushed so forcefully from her mind that his head slammed back into a lamp that was sitting on the end table beside the sofa. Exhausted and disgusted he quickly dropped all of his walls and as his love for Hermione flooded him he turned to his side and vomited all over the floor. Never had he seen anything so vile, so brutal and needlessly vicious. He hadn't known of Bellatrix's involvement in the rape. It all made sense now. He knew it had to have been bad, any rape would be, but for her to be so terrified of sex, even with someone she had known for half her life, someone she believed herself in love with had seemed drastic. Now it seemed impossible that she was alive. She should have been a blithering drunk, or a suicidal wreck at the very least he thought. Her strength would never cease to amaze him.
Severus looked up to see how Hermione was doing to find her unconscious. "Hermione!" he screamed as he dropped on his knees, falling into his own sick and not even caring. All of his thoughts were only on her wellbeing. He put his head to her chest and nearly wept with relief as he heard the beating of her heart, and felt the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Deciding then to just let her rest, and hoping he had been successful, he took her upstairs and laid her in bed, knowing that as exhausted as he was, she was as well.
Severus decided to hurry downstairs and clean the mess he had made on the floor before jumping into the shower quickly to scrub the imagined filth from his body before she woke. With hot water beating steadily on his chest Severus Snape leaned against cold tiles and sank to his knees and cried. Never again would he let anyone hurt her. Not a scratch, not if he could help it. At the time he had been focused on clinically watching what happened and finding the emotional ties signaling in her brain. He was disgusted, as any human with a conscience would be, but she was just a girl to him. It had to be that way. He wouldn't have lasted had he felt his love for her. He would have stopped it, he would have held her in his arms and made promises he couldn't keep. He would have been tempted to remove the whole memory.
Severus wanted to bring both of the vile creatures back to life so he could give them the slow deaths they deserved. Once he was calmed down enough that he felt like he could get up Severus got out of the shower and dressed. Severus opened the door to Hermione's room to see her lying right where he had left her, sleeping soundly. The picture of her, so whole and beautiful brought fresh tears to his eyes. Severus lay down on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He let the scent of her wash over him, sooth him. Severus pushed a stray lock of hair from her face and whispered into her ear. "Never again darling. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise. No one. Not Weasley and his bitch, no one. I will stop them before they ever get a chance. I love you, so much damn it. I don't care about the scars. I know you think you are disgusting, I could hear you thinking it, but you aren't darling. Not to me. To me you are so pure, so wonderful. Know that," he told her quietly, knowing she wasn't awake and couldn't hear his declarations, but needing to say them. "I'm sorry I was so cold to you before, with my walls up. I know it hurt you. I had to do it though Hermione. You were right, I wasn't ready for that. Even with Bill's warning, nothing prepared me to see you like that. I am so sorry, so sorry Hermione." He kept murmuring his apologies into her hair as he started to drift off into sleep himself, exhausted from the difficult magic it had taken to rid her of the emotional connections for that particular memory. "I'll be here darling. Just sleep. I love you," he whispered.
Hermione smiled, though he couldn't see because he was almost asleep and his eyes were closed tight. He did however fall asleep sure he had heard her whisper back, "I love you too Severus."
A/N: Well, I hope that you enjoyed the chapter, even if not all of the content. I want to thank you all for reading. The next chapter deals with some of the fallout from the memory being viewed.
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*lily*