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Turn On The Darkness	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21044 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: WARNING: This first chapter is incredibly violent, not for the faint of heart, and not for those who cannot stomach rape.

Darkness surrounded her. There was throbbing everywhere; her head felt as if someone had landed a strike upside it. But she could not remember what had happened. Her wrists burned as if her skin had been rubbed raw. She tried to shift them but could not turn them more than a few centimeters. Cold metal pressed against them. She noticed the same raw stinging in her ankles, and again found she could not move them. The cold set in and she realized she was naked. Her eyes flew open and were assaulted with bright sterile whiteness. She could taste blood against her tongue; pain flaring up in her back and in her ribs as she inhaled sharply. She had been captured.

            “Our little mudblood appears to be awake,” a voice hissed. Soft chuckles followed the voice and then she heard footsteps. Hermione did her best to lift her head but she felt dizzy; a throbbing pain shooting through her head when she lifted it up from where she laid. She couldn’t quite see where she was exactly but her arms were stretched high above her, jutting out at angle and so were her legs. She was on her back, the ground somewhat malleable and not terribly hard beneath her; though her skin stung fiercely as she tried to wriggle her body in order to gain a better view.

            It was a bed. She was chained to a four-poster bed; the metal manacles so tight against her skin she had bled. A wave of panic swept over her; the last thing she could recall was Bellatrix on top of her, carving letters into the flesh of her forearm. Pain stung there too as she twisted her neck to the side, trying to see her skin. Tears sprung to her eyes as she realized that she was naked and chained to a bed most likely still in the Malfoy manor.

            “Oh, look! The mudblood has sprung a leak!” someone hissed. More chuckles filled the room and the voice that had spoken approached her, his face looming over hers. “Filthy mudblood,” he hissed. A Death Eater, she was sure, but not one she recognized. He pressed his face close to hers and then his tongue against the corner of her eye. She thrashed her head about and shrieked. “Oi!” he hissed. Hermione spit in his face. “The little bitch!” he growled and thrust his hand forward to grab her throat.

            Hermione began to choke. Her eyes were watering worse than before as he tightened his grip around her throat. His hand was large; squeezing tight against her windpipe and she could feel her heart racing; panicking as her lungs desperately gasped for air.

            “Put her down, McFayne,” a familiar voice commanded. “Our Lord will be most displeased if you spoil his new toy before he even gets to look at it.”

            The man gripping her throat gave her skin one more tight squeeze for good measure before thrusting her back against the worn mattress. Hermione gasped and choked, sobbing as she swallowed gulp after gulp of air. She had heard his voice; he had come to rescue her, or protect her, or at the very least prevent damage to her person.

            The room was filled once more with voices; this time murmuring and hushed words at the man’s arrival. He commanded the room with his voice alone and some did not seem pleased with it. But before further comments could be heard she heard a door crash open and the room fell silent.

            “My Lord,” again the familiar voice sounded and she tilted her neck up to see him before the robed figure as it entered the room.

            “Rise, Severus,” the Dark Lord hissed. “And tell me what we’ve discovered here…” he gestured with a pale hand to Hermione.

            His face was set in stone, no emotions played out across his lips as he spoke, his eyes void of any hints one way or the other. Hermione bit her lower lip as he began to talk. “Hermione Granger, muggle-born informant, best friend of Harry Potter, believed to have knowledge on Potter’s weaknesses and known hiding places.” He finished.

            “Lies!” a female voice screeched. Hermione recognized her voice too. It had been the same voice that had hissed obscenities into her ear as the obsidian dagger had cut into her flesh. Again she felt the stinging in her arms and did the best she could to calm herself lest she cause herself further undue harm. “He’s lying, My Lord!” she shouted. “Once a double-crosser always a double-crosser! He’s probably trained the girl to have false information—”

            “Silence, Bellatrix,” the Dark Lord snapped. His voice was harsh but hardly loud. He turned his cold eyes to Severus who stood halfway between the bed and his master. “He has killed Albus Dumbledore and more than proven where his true loyalties lie…should the girl possess information he shall draw it forth from her,” he smirked and nodded his head toward Severus. “And if that displeases you, Bellatrix LeStrange, perhaps I should question where your true loyalties lie…”

            “No, My Lord! I live only to serve you!” she fell to her feet and crawled over to where he stood before pressing her lips slovenly against his boots. “I beg of your forgiveness, I wish only to be sure that your trust is well placed in those with your best intentions in mind,” she mumbled, practically on the verge of tears. “I will obey every word you say and if you trust him, My Lord, then I bestow my full trust onto him as well.”

            He seemed to ignore the witch groveling at his feet. With a wave of his hand a chair appeared; looking more like a high-backed gray gothic throne, and he took a seat in it. “Severus,” he gestured for the wizard to draw close.

            “Before you extract what we need from this mudblood and dispose of her…I believe we should…provide some entertainment for those gathered…” he sneered and gestured one hand to indicate the dozen or so Death Eaters gathered in the room.

            From where she was chained she recognized several of the faces; Dolohov, Malfoy, the Carrows, and of course Bellatrix and Severus. But there were several more whom she had never before seen. A pang of fear shot through her chest as she noticed that Lucius Malfoy was eyeing her, twisting the hilt of a tiny dagger back and forth in his hands. She closed her eyes. It was a nightmare. Harry and Ron would be on their way to save her if it wasn’t and any moment they would burst through the door wands blazing and it would all be over.

            “From her scent it is clear she is…pure…” the Dark Lord hissed with a chuckle, “or as pure as a mudblood can be.” This caused an uproarious laughter from the crowd. “Her blood is sullied and so shall she be,” he jeered. “Entertain us.”

            Severus stood for a moment with his back facing Hermione. He knelt on one knee before the throne where Lord Voldemort sat and then gazed at the wizard’s feet. “A humble honor to bestow upon me, and I am most gracious, but in order to maintain your powerful seat of control perhaps it is best not to have the Headmaster of the most respected Wizarding school befouling students.” He said.

            “Traitor!” Bellatrix shrieked and jumped up from her lowly groveling position to her knees, ready to charge forward and attack him.

            “Silent, pet.” He hissed at Bellatrix, who remained kneeling by his throne. He placed a hand on her head and held her firmly to the floor. “Your point…” he said, training his eyes to Severus, “is noted…” with the slightest twitch of his hand he forced the wizard who knelt before him to meet his gaze. “But I said I wish to see amusement. So amuse me you shall…” he hissed, his eyes a cold red.

            Severus bowed his head, “Yes, My Lord.” He waited for the dismissive wave of Voldemort’s hand before rising from his knees. He turned to face the girl chained to the bed. Again his eyes were empty, his face void of emotion.

            Her eyes were wide as he approached her. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, dear Gods, sir…please…” she found herself begging, trying her best to shrink away from him as he moved closer. But she was chained to the bed and the more she twisted the more the pain shot through her limbs.

            Draco Malfoy smirked. “The last one that begged him was struck dead…” his lips twisted into a foul smile but it vanished as Lucius rapped his cane across the back of his son’s head. “Ow!”

            “Shut your mouth and watch,” he hissed.

            Severus reached into his robes and withdrew his wand. With his back to the side of the room he stood at the left of the bed and blasted his arm forward. He was quick and swift, his curse hardly muttered. “Crucio!”

            Hermione shrieked. The curse surged through her body; causing her to writhe and twist about in pain. Bright white and purple bolts shot forth from his wand, hitting her body in various places. It was the worst pain she had ever experienced. Her shrill scream begged for release from the curse but he showed no signs of withdrawing his wand. Her whole body shook as her nerves were zapped with excruciating pain; each finger feeling as if it were on fire, each toe feeling as if it had been smashed by a hammer. She could taste blood swelling once more inside her mouth, her throat raw and she screamed, the pain unrelenting.

            Severus drew back his wand and turned with a bit of a feral grin on his lips. “To loosen and exhaust her muscles, My Lord…” he bowed his head once more.

            Voldemort said nothing, but the others cheered, whooping and clapping. Bellatrix growled from the right side of his throne. She narrowed her eyes, watching his every move as he turned once more to face Hermione. Tears flowed freely from her eyes and her body was still shaking. Burn marks had appeared in areas on her skin where the curse had surged for too long into her body.

            He paced slowly around the bed, eyes focused on her body. “Filthy mudblood,” he hissed. His eyes fell still between her legs. An unruly but natural thatch of brown curly hair covered her sex and he stepped away from the bed once more, slowly approaching the throne. Three steps toward where the Dark Lord was seated and once again he fell to one knee. “My Lord,” he bowed his head. “Permission to acquire a dull blade?”

            Hermione gasped trying again to lift her head, straining to hear.

            “For what purpose?”

            Severus hesitated for a moment. “To present those gathered with a better view…for their entertainment…” he slowly lifted his head and met the gaze of his master.

            A silent moment filled the room. “Permission granted,” he hissed and then again waved his hand dismissively toward the wizard. Severus rose from the floor and turned once more toward Hermione. He waved his wand and summoned a dull blade. Gripping the blade tightly in his palm he moved to the foot of the bed.

            She cried out when she felt the mattress depress at his weight. Her eyes stung, her body was still in shock, shaking from the painful curse. She tried to pull her legs together but the chains around her ankles kept them apart. She howled as he roughly pushed her thighs even further apart. “I shall strip her of this filth…” he hissed.

            The crowd closed in; Death Eaters standing so tightly around the bed that she could no longer see the throne in which Voldemort sat. Hermione was whimpering, thrashing about, desperate to escape. Thick hands grabbed at her chest, pressing her down into the bed, holding her still. Her screams filled the air as she felt the cold, dull blade scrape against her skin. Hair was ripped roughly away from her body as Severus forced the blade against her sex. Blood gushed from her mound as he nicked her. Laughter again filled the room.

            “Drain her filthy blood!” cried one.

            “Let her dirty blood bleed out!” another hissed.

            She was whimpering and cried out again with a shrill shriek when the blade continued to scrape against her flesh. Several more cuts appeared as he moved his hands with haste and little care. She was bare between her legs and bleeding; everything stung and the laughter echoed in her head so loudly that she didn’t hear them chanting as he stood from the mattress. But her eyes saw it happen in slow motion. The blade fell to the floor along with his robes; Severus Snape stood naked before her.

            The scars on his back faced his fellow comrades; his pale scared chest faced hers as he mounted the bed once more. She shrieked and thrashed, screaming as loud as she could as he pushed his knee between her thigh and roughly grabbed her hips. “Filthy mudblood bitch,” he hissed and forced himself forward against her. His long, hard erection was pressed roughly against her center and the tears sprung from her eyes like a waterfall.

            “Please!” she whimpered trying once more to somehow break free of her bonds. “Don’t do this! Please!”

            His gaze was empty, cold as he looked down at her. Her eyes were red and swollen as she begged him. With a snap of his fingers his wand came to his hand. He pointed it directly between her breasts, “Crucio!” he said. Again she screamed, a blood-curdling sound as her body began to writhe and twitch in pain. Severus gripped her hips tighter than before and he arched his own hips back once before thrusting himself into her.

            Tearing through resistance he found himself settled into her tight dry heat. Her body pulsed and shook as the curse wracked through her and he began to ride her; fucking her, his erection creating hot friction against her virginal walls. He closed his eyes and thrummed faster, growling as she shrieked and cried, allowing them to open long enough to see the others with their hands on her breasts. Carrow had pulled his throbbing cock from his robes and was kneeling at the head of the bed, pressing his swollen tip against her lips as she shrieked.

            He began to roughly fuck her mouth and she sobbed, choking, body still shaking with the curse. Severus forced himself into her harder, it felt as if he were ripping her in two and finally the moisture came. It was blood no doubt, but it eased the friction and he was able to slide faster and with more abandon. Pumping wildly into her he withdrew his wand allowing the curse to complete before quickly pulling himself out and allowing himself to come all over her chest. Hot white cum covered her stomach, chest, and bits had landed against her neck and face. Carrow too pulled out and squirted his completion against her body and she sobbed.

            The Death Eaters laughed, volleying for a turn, pushing and shoving toward the girl until they heard a thunderous clap. The room fell silent and everyone turned to face the Dark Lord. He was still seated in his throne, Bellatrix by his side. “If you withdraw every drop of life from the mudblood before we have extracted anything useful from her I shall be most displeased.” The crowd slowly shifted back from the bed, leaving Severus standing naked with his flaccid member sticky against his thigh still kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Take her to the dungeon, extract what you need from her, then kill her.” He snapped his fingers and pointed toward the door.

            Without hesitation everyone in the room began to file out, casting jeering glances at Hermione as they went. The Dark Lord was the last to stand; kicking Bellatrix in the side to hurry her along as he did. “Do not disappoint me with what she has to tell us, Severus. Or it shall be you in the dungeon that we dispose of next.” And without another word the room was empty save for Hermione and Severus.

            She was quaking on the bed. Bleeding everywhere covered in cum and blood and burn marks. He stood from the bed and cast a quick scourgify charm against his body. Cleansed he gathered his robes from the ground and flung them over his shoulders. He moved slowly toward her; watching as she attempted again to shrink into the mattress. His face hovered just inches above hers; and she shrieked again as his tongue slipped out of his mouth and slowly licked up the side of her jaw and traced the shell of her outer ear. She felt him press his lips against her temple and she screamed again, trying to turn her head away from him but her body was in too much pain for any real movement.

            With a wave of his wand her manacles dissolved; bearing the rubbed raw flesh of her wrists and ankles. Her sex was still bleeding, her body still burned in places. Hermione Granger trembled, waiting for him to cast the truly unforgiveable curse upon her. Severus reached into the pocket of his robes and withdrew her wand. She grew wide-eyed and then began to sob as he snapped the wood in two. He cupped a hand firmly over her mouth and reached for his own wand. Hermione choked through her sobs, still trembling, watching as he held his own wand between his fingers and again snapped the wood in half.

            His movements hastened as he reached into his pocket once more and withdrew a crumpled tin can. It was sharp, with jagged edges, and she whimpered as he pressed it against her palm, still gripping the edges tightly. The room began to spin and Hermione felt nauseous. As the door to the room opened; guards ready to escort her to the Malfoy manor dungeon, Severus Snape and Hermione Granger disappeared. Thank you for reading. Please leave a review.
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