AN: I want to warn everyone ahead of time that this is a dark fic. There is graphic violence, assault, and character death. If you are looking for something warm and fuzzy, this is not the right fic for you. This is a part of a Dark Fic Fest, so naturally, this fic will have a dark undertone.

I don't own these characters, I merely plot out their lives...

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Hermione Granger stood amongst her fellow rebels outside the ruins of the great Hogwarts Castle. The stench of death hung in the air like a dense fog as bodies littered the ground. Scotland was always a bit dreary, but the misting gray skies brought forth an even larger depression to the survivors.

They had all been summoned to stand out in the front courtyard. Hermione, blood soaked and injured, stood beside Ron Weasley, clenching his hand as he mourned the loss of his brother. The entire Weasley clan wept and huddled together in a mesh of fiery red hair. Her gaze continued to find Neville, Seamus, and many of her classmates, however her heart clenched as she noticed just how many of them were missing. She looked up, nodding in a morose greeting when she found Professor McGonagall. Her black robes were soiled and torn, her normally immaculate hair, loose with soft tendrils falling across her face which looked worn and aged beyond her years.

It was Minerva's cry that drew Hermione's attention to the billowing robes that stood in front of her. A wail ripped free from her soul. Ron's strong arms pulled her against his chest, even as his own body trembled at the sight in front of him. Screams and cries followed from the onlookers. The Weasley family, already anguished from the loss of a twin, now bellowed as they lost their adoptive son.

"Harry Potter is dead," a ghastly hiss rang out above the crowd. Voldemort waited for the crowd to quiet before he continued. "He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone."

Her best friend, her brother , was bloodied and limp, carried by a weeping, gentle giant.

Oh, poor Hagrid. What had he done to warrant this repulsive task?

"The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived, well… doesn't," he cackled, the repulsive laughter of Bellatrix Lestrange floated over his own chortle, drowning him out. "There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman, or child ," he sneered, "will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family." Voldemort's eyes snapped to the group of redheaded wizards, maroon eyes sparkling in pleasure.

"Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together." There was silence in the grounds and from the castle.

Hagrid burst into tears, mourning Harry. It was poetic, in a way, Hermione supposed. He had carried Harry after his parents, just a wee babe, sleeping in his arms as he laid him on the doorstep of his tortured youth. Now, Hagrid carried his tortured body, preparing to allow him to rest forever. More screams erupted, Voldemort's words finally sinking in.

Voldemort had heard enough. "SILENCE!" he cried, and there was a bang and a flash of bright light, and silence was forced upon them all. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!" Harry was placed gently upon the soft grass. "You see? Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"

"He beat you!" yelled Ron. The survivors were shouting and screaming again until a powerful bang extinguished their voices, Voldemort had cast a silencing spell, muting his audience.

"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," said the dark Wizard with relish in his voice, "killed while trying to save himself —" But Voldemort was interrupted by a surge of bravery from none-other than Neville Longbottom. Hermione wanted to scream, beg him to stop, she couldn't stand to watch another friend fall.

"And who is this?" Voldemort said in his soft snake's hiss, casting aside Neville's wand. "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?"

Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh. "It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! Please, let me have him! It would be delightful to have touched the entire family," she cooed.

"Ah, yes, I remember," said Voldemort, looking down at Neville, who was struggling back to his feet, unarmed and unprotected, standing in the no-man's-land between the Rebels and the Death Eaters. "But you are a pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, his empty hands curled in fists.

"So what if I am?" said Neville loudly, puffing out his chest in a poor attempt to look like a man.

"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom."

"I'll join you when hell freezes over," said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!" he shouted, and there was an answering cheer from the crowd, whom Voldemort's Silencing Charms seemed unable to hold. Neville charged forward, the Sword of Gryffindor had presented itself in his moment of bravery and he wielded it well. He made a move for the snake but Voldemort was faster. A slicing hex found the young man, crippling him instantly. He cried out in pain as Voldemort cast his Crucio , holding it for far longer than necessary.

"Do you yield?" he had asked Neville, but the boy was unable to respond, preserving his strength as he recovered from the curse, only managing to shake his head no.

"Very well," said Voldemort with more danger in the silkiness of his voice than in the most powerful curse. "If that is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to my original plan. "There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School," said Voldemort. "There will be no more Houses. The emblem, shield, and colors of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice for everyone. Won't they, Neville Longbottom?" He pointed his wand at Neville, who grew rigid and still, pointing his wand threateningly at his throat. "Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me," said Voldemort, and with a flick of his wand, a jet of red light burst forward. Screams split the dawn, and Neville was aflame, body writhing against the ground as Voldemort cast a Crucio on the boy.

"You will be bound, Neville Longbottom, as will anyone else who dares to defy me." The boy whimpered, trying to sit himself upright, peers too fearful to assist. "Bellatrix! Gather four more and round up all of our new… pets. Take them to the dungeons for inspection." Voldemort closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the smell of terror filling the air.

"Severus, my boy, step forward."

Hermione cried out, starting to surge towards the traitor-bastard, wanting nothing more than to murder him. Ron stopped her with a hand around her wrist.

Voldemort looked around enjoying the terror he was seeing. When Snape limped forward, his neck still bleeding from the blade, Voldemort smiled at him, beaming with a fatherly pride. "Seek medical attention for your wound. Then go to the dungeons. I wish for you to do the inspections."

Snape nodded slightly, wincing as the dried blood from the slicing hex snagged on his collar. He uttered a soft "yes, my Lord" before bowing and walked haltingly towards the castle, grabbing Madame Pomfrey by the elbow and forcing her to follow.

The Death Eaters seemed to take that as their cue, surging forward to gather everyone. Hermione screamed as she was grabbed, groped, and torn from Ron's protection. She felt the tickle of magic as someone cried out " Obscuro, " whimpering as she lost her sight, quickly noting her arms had been bound behind her back. All she had left was her hearing, monopolized by the screams of her friends.

She found herself being marched down to the dungeons. The cold, damp air mixed with the stale smell gave their location away. But they seemed to travel lower than she ever had for potions. Hermione gasped as she was thrown forward, falling to the ground and scraping her knees, unable to break her fall with her hands. After a few minutes of listening to hushed whispered and scuttling feet, she felt her binds release and her eyesight return. She was in some sort of prison, with several other young witches and wizards. She immediately sought out whoever was left from the DA, clinging to them. She cried with Luna and Ginny, holding hands with Ron and attempting to soothe Neville's poor body. She had wanted to heal his deep gashes, stop the blood from trickling out but she didn't have her wand. She ripped a few pieces of cloth from her shirt, as did the others in their group, and together they dressed his injuries, careful to work around his twitching muscles as they reacted to the curses. Hermione was worried for him, his complexion was pallid and his skin was clammy to the touch. She feared he'd succumb to infection if he wasn't provided proper care.

"What's going on?" Hermione wondered. "Where are we?" She separated from the group, walking towards the front of the large cell, wrapping her fingers around the bar and trying to look around. There were two more cells, one held older witches and wizards, she noted McGonagall was in that one, with a busted lip. The other held young children who all seemed terrified and crying. Hermione turned, taking in her surroundings. The walls were wet, water dripped down them from some unknown source, giving off a stagnant smell. She doubted it was safe to drink. The floor was filthy and cracked in spots, scattered around were a few blankets and some straw. A bucket off in the corner that Hermione refused to acknowledge would likely be their toilet.

Before long, Snape, looking as strong as ever, came striding down the hallway between the cells, hands behind his back as his cloak billowed with each powerful stride. Then, he finally spoke. His voice, although still commanding, was obviously strained. He was still intimidating, but she had to fight back the pleasure at knowing he wouldn't come out of this unscarred.

"It should come as little surprise that you have lost this war," he started slowly. Gods, Hermione hated the way her stomach flipped with his dramatic pauses, she wanted to vomit as her anxiety took over. Speak faster!

"Those of you who have survived have been divided into categories that the Dark Lord has wished. You are to provide… duties, occupations, with no struggle. You are to obey every command or suffer a fate worse than death." He bared his teeth in what Hermione thought was his poor attempt at a smile. "Oh, yes. Death would be a blessing for many of you, one that you will not likely be granted."

"You bastard!" Professor McGonagall cried out. "You— you Coward!"

Snape growled, stomping towards her. He reached through the bars, grabbing her robes and pulling her against the rusted bars so that her face was pressed against it. "It would behoove you Minerva," he purred, "to watch your temper and learn…your…place." He shoved her back, letting her fall to the floor.

"Stop! Don't hurt her!" cried Hermione. Snape sauntered over to her next, smirking with glittering eyes as he looked over her person. She wanted to squirm under his intense gaze. She had never seen him look at her that way before, it made her feel like some sort of science experiment.

"You," he growled with such disgust that she felt herself backing away from the bars. "I expected you to be wiser than to mouth off, little girl. Your precious Potter is gone— dead. Albus is gone. I killed him. There is no one left to save you. I should think that by now you have come to understand my power, but perhaps you need a lesson—"

The inner circle of Death Eaters, as well as Voldemort himself had a behind appeared behind him, leering and laughing at their prisoners, interrupting Snape's little speech. "Well done, Severus! Well done indeed!" He slapped Snape on the back, pleased with himself. "Let us divide up the slaves then, yes?"

"Indeed, my Lord."

"Do you have a preference?"

"I think a virgin would do nicely, my Lord. I can use her blood for your restorative draught," Snape responded simply, his voice came out leveled, even if it was still strained.

"Mmmm, yes, a fine boon indeed for you, Severus. Tell me, are there any here?"

"I am not sure my Lord."

"Bella!" Voldemort shouted. "Inspect the girls. Bring us the virgins," he demanded.

There were gasps all around, horrified looks from the older witches across the way in the other cells, but the other witches, Hermione included, all stood with their heads held high.

…Until Bellatrix entered the cell.

The young men surged forward, hoping to help, until they all found themselves struck with multiple Crucio's before they were bound on the floor. Hermione found herself lined against the wall just to the right of the cell door, and stripped naked with the other girls. Their hands were stuck to the wall, feet spread wide with their sex on display. Hermione bit back her tears and burning humiliation. She refused to break in front of these sick fucks. She heard sniffles to her side and wanted to offer encouragement, to tell them to not break, but she didn't dare speak out.

She was closest to the door, of course she was. So Hermione Granger found herself last to be inspected. She had stared at the wall the entire time leading up to her own turn, smart enough to realize what was happening and having no desire to watch. Bellatrix leaned forward, licking the crest of her ear as she whispered with her putrid breath.

"We meet again, Mudblood. You tasted so good last time, I hope I get to keep you. We could really have fun now," the delusional witch cackled, running her hands along Hermione's breasts, laughing as she squirmed away from the touch. Bella plucked her nipples and Hermione hated her treacherous body for reacting. Soon she felt Bella dig in her claws, spreading her bum cheeks apart so that her sex was on display. More gently than Hermione would have imagined, Bellatrix slid her pinky inside her vagina, feeling around for the membrane that Hermione knew was still intact. The dark witch breathed deeply, quickly removing her finger and smelling it before licking it clean.

"We found your virgin, Snape."

Hermione turned her gaze to her ex Professor and current tormentor. Tears threatened to fall but she blinked them away. She wanted to curl up into a ball but couldn't, the charm hadn't been released, so she stood on full display for her professor's hungry gaze.

"Very well," Snape responded. He sounded cold and detached, it made Hermione terrified.

"Divide the others up!" Voldemort commanded. "Then we move to the other two cells before you take your slaves for the evening."

Hermione finally slumped to the ground and cried. A small frock was tossed at her, tattered and dirty, it looked like something a house elf would wear. Her friends, male and female, had been distributed to other Death Eaters and dressed similarly. Hermione was lost in thought, unable to think about who her friends were paired with. She had heard whispers from the other Death Eaters that there was to be a ritual tonight, binding her to her Master permanently, and to allow him to collect her blood. She sobbed into her hands, anguish tore through her features as she considered the pain and humiliation she'd have to bear. Ron had wanted to take things further ever since they were on the run. She hated herself for not sleeping with him. Perhaps she would've been given to, well, literally anyone else besides Snape. She bent forward, heaving. Sickly yellow bile was the only thing her body could expel from her empty stomach.

She looked up when she found a warm hand on her shoulder. It was Ron.

"I'm sorry Mione, I… I don't know what to do," he whispered. He remained quiet for several minutes before frowning. "You should've let me take you in the woods, Mione. Then you wouldn't be in this predicament with the greasy bat," he mumbled.

"Maybe you have forgotten, Ronald , but you were given away too!" She whispered, her voice seething.

"Yes, but at least I'm not about to get fucked in front of everyone." His voice was getting dangerously loud.

"Shh!" She chastised, grabbing his hand and scurrying towards the back of the cell. "Maybe… maybe you can help?"

"How?" He looked so confused. Hermione shook her head, she'd have to spell it out for him.

"Take me here, now. Then he won't have any use for me," she begged, pulling him in for a kiss. Ron's lips parted right away, tongue slamming into her mouth. She groaned, he was so sloppy. But it didn't matter, it didn't have time to matter. She willed her body to react, to prepare itself for Ron's intrusion before it was too late.

"Are you sure?" Ron mumbled.

"Yes," she breathed, "just hurry."

Ron nodded, urging Hermione to lay down so he could rut on top of her. She obeyed, starting to cry. She didn't want to do this, but she found Ron more palatable than Snape.

"What are you doing?" hissed Ginny. Her eyes were wide with terror and repulsion at seeing her brother and best friend preparing to join.

"Keep watch," Ron growled. "I won't let Snape take this from her. He can't have her," Ron said a little too loud. Just as he had himself aligned and prepared to surge forward, there was a loud bang as the cell door slammed open.

A flurry of black stalked towards them.

"Oh, fuck!" Ron cried out, fearful of his most loathsome professor as he came barrelling forward. He was ripped back by the hair and slammed into the wall. Snape grabbed him around the throat, squeezing tight as Ginny started punching him, trying to save her brother. Hermione was frozen, petrified by the anger radiating from the man. "A fatal mistake, Weasley," he whispered. Ron tried to gasp but no sound came out. A sickly crunch echoed throughout the cell as Ron's body slumped to the floor. Snape spit in the crumpled boy before turning his rage towards Hermione. He grabbed a handful of her hair as he dragged her out of the cell.

"This happens now ," he growled. "Before anyone else takes what is mine."