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A Mudblood's Revenge	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 5847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Mudblood's Revenge
'Cause I have no idea what you're playing at,' Snape said, yanking her to him and Disapparating them.
Chapter Two: Arrival
They Apparated before a set of wrought iron gates behind which a long lane of cobblestones could be seen leading up to a huge manor house. Hermione turned to look at Snape.
'Do it now.'
Snape frowned.
'What they wouldn't allow you back at the house,' she added.
His blank face told her nothing when he stepped back, aimed his wand and checked the area before he flashed it at her. Blood flew off her in an arc, and she crashed to her knees, doubling over, her breathing suddenly impaired and coming out of her mouth in ragged bursts. He yanked her to her feet, dark eyes taking in the damage to her robes and body. He'd slashed a superficial wound from her left shoulder to her right hip bone, exposing her slow-bleeding chest to the elements.
'The chance to peep at some naked breasts should distract any of those fools we come across from asking too many annoying questions,' he muttered, dragging her roughly with him.
He held out his arm with the Dark Mark on it, and stepped through the gates with her, calling out loud that he was bringing a gift for the Dark Lord. For a moment, claw-like nails seemingly scratched over her skin, stopping when it located her bindings. Snape pulled her along, while she asked between gasped breaths for air,
'What kind of warding is that?'
'Oh, do shut up, Granger. In case you've forgotten, I'm no longer your teacher and am in no mood to listen to your incessant, continuous questioning.'
When they reached the front doors, one of them opened and Draco Malfoy stepped out, his grey eyes bulging at seeing her before darting to her exposed chest.
'New butler of the house?' Hermione snarked, determined not to be intimidated merely because an old classmate saw her in this state.
Draco pretended like he didn't hear her, his eyes darting to Snape.
'You were supposed to bring the redhead, not the filthy Mudblood. The Dark Lord won't be pleased.'
'What I do for the Dark Lord is none of your concern, Draco,' Snape said smoothly.
'It is when it happens in my house,' Draco said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Hermione's eyebrows raised at the interaction. Hadn't they always been friendly?
'Are you going to explain to the Dark Lord that I'm delayed because you desired an explanation for my presence and my prisoner, or should I?'
'Severus!' Narcissa called out, 'Come on in! Thank Merlin, I thought you wouldn't be there today. Lucius thinks—'
Her eyes fell on Hermione, and she wrinkled her nose. 'Draco, isn't that...?'
'Potter's Mudblood,' Draco snarled. 'He believes he can befoul our mansion by bringing in filth.'
'Last I heard,' Hermione said, 'you've become the staff of the new owner, doing Dobby's old duties.'
Draco backhanded Hermione so hard across the face, her ears were ringing. If Snape hadn't held her arm so tightly, she was sure she'd be on the ground now.
Wow, didn't think you had it in you, twitchy ferret, though do try that again when my hands aren't tied behind my back.
'Draco!' Narcissa exclaimed in horror. 'Your hands! Be careful with your hands, we don't soil ourselves by touching Mudbloods.'
'Narcissa,' Snape intervened coolly, 'Is the meeting in the usual room or has he deemed fit to occupy another?'
Narcissa's face scrunched up. 'He moved everything and everyone to the ballroom, claiming the parlour was inappropriate for large gatherings.'
Hermione could tell she wasn't pleased.
'Our dungeons are completely filled, so you'd have to take her directly.'
Dungeons, who the freaking hell kept dungeons in their house?
'Thank you,' Snape said, 'Will you be accompanying us?'
'No, I'll leave that to my sister and Lucius,' Narcissa replied stiffly. 'Draco and I have urgent business elsewhere.'
Suuure they did. Running undoubtedly.
'I see,' Snape said, face blank.
For some reason that seemed to irritate Narcissa, because her next comment had a certain edge to it.
'Maybe the Dark Lord will let you keep this Mudblood, Severus. I know you got a thing for them.'
Wait, what?
Draco sniggered softly.
Snape sent her a condescending glare. 'Is this what goes around for polite conversation nowadays, Narcissa?' he said, making the witch flush. 'Do give my regards to Andromeda and her winner-of-a-husband if you should ever see them.'
He immediately stalked away, dragging Hermione with him. They passed several piles of chairs, stacked on top of an ancient looking dresser. A couple of paintings had been slashed and some faced the wrong side of the wall. She swore she could hear irritated mumbling behind them. Through the doors half hanging on their hinges on the right, she caught a glimpse of what once had been an undoubtedly grandiose parlour. Now there was blood, pus, puke and meat of questionable origin coating the walls, windows, and carpet. What appeared to have been a large table used for dining was now split, lying in pieces on the floor. As they moved along the many corridors, Hermione saw more furniture left stacked. The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched up at seeing the ruin Voldemort and his cronies were wreaking on the Malfoys' home. No wonder Narcissa was so irritated.
'Who's Andromeda?'
'Her sister.'
Hermione frowned. She opened her mouth when they turned another corner and were stopped by a tall, muscular wizard with a thin black moustache and one incredibly inflamed, pus-filled eye. Hermione couldn't stop staring at it, wondering why he wasn't healing that. Maybe it was cursed and couldn't be healed?
'State your business.'
'Seriously, Walden, no need for formality. This isn't the Ministry for Magic.'
'State your business, Severus,' Walden said, blocking his path and giving Hermione a onceover. 'Wait, isn't that the useless Mudblood who was at the Department of Mysteries with Potter? It looks much better upright,' he reached out his hand when Snape slapped it away.
'She's a gift for the Dark Lord, Macnair,' he said blankly. 'You know how he gets when people touch his playthings.'
'Hmmm… yeah, pity, well maybe when he's done, we can have a go, right Mudslut?'
Before Hermione could tell him exactly where he could have a go at, Snape quickly said, 'Can we go now? I'm already late as it is.'
'You're not bringing a Mudblood in through the main entrance, especially not fully clothed, Severus. You should know that by now.'
'Fine, prepare her and take her through the servants' entrance like the others, but remember what I said about this one.'
Wait, he was leaving her alone with this creep?
'Yeah, yeah, no touching the gift,' Macnair said lewdly, the back of his hand stroking her face before dipping down and following the slash wound Snape had made. When she cringed at the pain, he laughed. 'Though I gotta say you're bringing him quite damaged goods, did some touching yourself there, right?'
Snape whirled through the doors. Screams filled the corridor, and Bellatrix Lestrange's mad laugh echoed on, until the door slammed shut.
'Alone at last, Mudslut,' Macnair said, smiling broadly and grabbing her arm. He flung her around, smacking her face first into the wall. Hermione groaned, pain shooting through her skull. 'I'm sure the Dark Lord won't mind a bit more damage. It's not like he will ever touch a Mudslut anyway.'
Macnair started to rip her clothes off. Hermione's resolve to keep herself calm and composed went out the window. She struggled furiously, feeling him grow hard against her back.
'Oh, I do love the feisty ones. They wail the loudest when I slice them open with my blade.'
Hermione froze when she felt cold steel touch her skin. His other hand grabbed her neck, pressing the side of her face hard against the wall.
'The more you move, the deeper I go,' he said, holding his knife up for her to see. 'I may even stick it in that filthy Mudslut cunt of yours, twist it around a bit before we all have a go. Muddy blood makes for such a wonderful lubricant.'
The blade was huge, and undoubtedly, given the runes on the blade and hilt, cursed. She kept as still as she could, hoping he was a man of his word. He sliced into the skin of her back, making her cry out in pain and causing tears to drop down her cheek. It took every ounce of her self control to not move as he made crisscross slices all over her back and didn't stop until he'd sliced into her buttocks's skin to remove her underwear, too.
'Now, that's a good Mudslut,' Macnair said, his tongue licking away the trail of her tears, his body pressing up against hers.
She shivered in disgust, but the grip on her neck became painfully bruising as he suddenly cupped her breast and squeezed hard. Where he'd left that humongous blade, she'd no idea. She stood perfectly still, wishing suddenly she had access to the sword on her back to stick it in him, forget Voldemort. Her wrists were tied too tightly together though, and she had no way to access it. His hands were everywhere, squeezing and pinching, until he sighed and said, 'I do hope he'll give you to me. We would have so much fun together. I'd make holes everywhere in your body, and then stop the bleeding with my cock and fill you up with my cum. It will make you bleed out so slowly and so painfully, it will be a work of art.'
He laughed at her trembling. A hard slap struck her buttocks, and he added, 'Walk.'
She stumbled as he yanked her along with him. They went round and round until she was completely confused as to where the hell they were and how big was this place anyway? He opened a door, and called out,
'Milly, got you a special one. Gift for the Dark Lord, according to Severus.'
Macnair threw her inside, causing her to trip and fall. Unable to catch herself on her hands, her nose cracked when she hit the floor. Pain burned through her eyes and skull. Tears fell.
A pair of heels clicked on the floor until a woman's voice came from right above her.
'A gift for the Dark Lord and then that stupid arse toys with it as if Milly can perform miracles. Well, Milly can't remove cursed wounds as he should bloody well know.'
Suddenly, Hermione was flung up in the air, letting out a surprised shriek as she hovered without any support. A poof of pale blue light and her nose was cracked back into position again. The light surrounded her, going down ever so slowly. Everywhere the light touched her body, it healed, except for the many slices on her back.
'Well, at least he had the good sense not to penetrate the Dark Lord's gift,' the witch muttered as the light shone over Hermione's hips.
Her head no longer feeling like it was about to explode, Hermione took in the stubby witch called Milly. She had brown hair and eyes. Her big hands with obvious calluses held what seemed at first glance a miniature toy wand, though the power coming off it belied that impression. She wore a simple, red Healer's robe.
'Not a virgin, that's a shame. Virginal blood would come in handy. I'm running out.'
There was something about her happily sweet tone of voice that reminded Hermione of Umbridge, and thus she was extremely wary of the true intentions this Healer had for being here. It couldn't possibly be to help people. When the light had flown all over her body, Hermione landed on her feet—her bare feet.
Where had her shoes gone?
'Turn around for me,' Milly said in a detached tone of voice, while making a circling motion with her hand.
Hermione turned around slowly. Occasionally feeling a burst of magic hit her for whatever reason, she had no idea. Hermione didn't think there was still something to heal, despite the state of her back. Eventually her wrists untied themselves and her arms fell next to her body. Hermione rolled her shoulders against the cramp as Milly stepped to the side and pointed to the door. Hermione looked at her briefly, but walked on silently as the creepy Healer ignored her existence entirely.
When she was almost at the door, it opened and she gasped, stopping abruptly. Metal cages filled the next room, and almost each metal cage held a naked person captive. Some of these people had clearly been there longer than today. Their eyes were dull with resignation. Their bodies were battered and bruised, their emanciated ribs clearly visible. One wizard had gaping holes where his eyes used to be. A blond witch was covered in familiar looking knife wounds but far deeper than the ones on her back. Those prisoners looked in an absolutely horrific state. The obvious new arrivals appeared relatively whole physically, but mentally, they seemed to fall apart at the seams. Their eyes were wide and fearful as they huddled with their arms around their knees in an attempt to cover at least some of their nudity.
She'd heard some bits and pieces about people being held in cages from Ginny, but the witch hadn't been able to talk much about it before it became too much. Now she understood why. This was beyond inhumane. She needed to end this. Today.
'Inside, Mudblood,' a hoarse voice croaked, cracking a whip right next to her body on the floor.
Hermione jolted.
'Evan! I just healed her!'
'I didn't hit her,' he said, his light blue eyes darting over her naked form, which Hermione felt no need to cover up, 'Not shy, are we? Get in there.'
He pointed to the opened door of a tiny cage. Questioningly Hermione looked at it. She wasn't sure she'd fit in there.
'What if I don't?' she asked with a tilt of her head.
Evan raised his whip.
A shriek from the mediwitch stayed his hand. 'She's a gift to the Dark Lord! Don't get yourself in trouble like Macnair.'
'A gift for the Dark Lord now, eh?' Evan said, lowering his whip and walking around her, 'And who might you be then, Mudslut?'
'What's it to you?'
'Oh, it has a mouth on it. The Dark Lord will love that,' he mocked. 'Into the cage, Mudblood.'
'I refuse.'
What was he going to do, hurt her and get himself in trouble?
Evan smirked. 'Very well, remember, you're the reason they're all suffering.'
He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, every cage sparked, bodies inside convulsing, foaming at the mouth.
Horrified, Hermione watched and then yelled, 'Stop, I'm getting in. I'm getting in.'
She ran to the cage, pushed herself through the tiny opening and folded her limbs inside to the best of her abilities. When the door locked behind her, she watched as the other cages still sparked.
'Please, I'm inside,' she said, her eyes tearing up. 'Stop it. You're killing them.'
'You were,' Evan said coldly, snapping his fingers and stopping the curse.
Three bodies laid utterly still, unmovable.
'Oh fuck,' Evan muttered, 'Milly, got a couple of dead ones.'
He flicked his wand, and the cages flew to the room Hermione'd just been healed in.
'Some more ingredients,' Milly said, rubbing her hands, her eyes alight as she vanished the cages and flung the bodies on steel tables.
Evan kicked the cage Hermione was in. 'Hey, Mudblood, fun little fact for you, whatever Milly can't use, we feed you lot with. Deliciously appropriate, don't you think? Mud eating mud, and the cum, shit and piss of their superiors.'
Hermione's eyes met one of the other captives who had barely any meat left on her. She realised why now. The idea of eating another human being was revolting. She sent her a weak smile and mouthed sorry.
'No talking!'
A stick rammed her cage. Hermione's muscles contracted but she had nowhere to go in her folded up position as her cage sparked to life for several seconds. She tasted blood in her mouth from having bitten into her cheek.
'No signalling! No looking at others! Keep your eyes to the ground, Mudbloods!' Evan orated, walking around the cages and occasionally setting one off with a laugh.
Hermione glanced through her arms, noting he only lit up the new arrivals with that stick. Maybe he was worried of accidentally killing more than the Dark Lord would approve of?
She watched him pocket it in his right trouser leg, making a mental note of it. One day, she would get that stick of his and push it up his arse before setting it ablaze.
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