Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Redemption	By : chrmisha Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Redemption : Chapter 3

When Hermione awoke, she was back to the shell of the woman he�d once known, but even worse than she was when he�d first found her. She was withdrawn, her eyes blank, unseeing. When he raised his hand to brush the hair away from her face, she didn�t even flinch. Hermione, you�ve fought so hard, don�t give up now.

Severus sat on the bed next to her, his hand on her shoulder. �I won�t let him hurt you, I promise.�

�You can�t stop him,� came her sullen reply.

�Hermione, I swear to you I�d give my life before I let him touch you again.�

�And he would take it,� she said resolutely.

�Not before I took his, Hermione, not before I took his.� He let the words hang in the air between them.

After a while, she said, �I wish he�d have just killed me.�

Severus took a deep breath. �I�m glad he didn�t.�

�That�s easy for you to say, you actually have a life to live. I don�t, remember? I�m dead. I saw the papers, the obituaries, the coverage of the funeral.�

His heart clenched in guilt. He could only imagine her despair at knowing that no one was looking for her, no one would save her from the hell she was trapped in.

�Draco offered to kill me. I should have let him.� Her voice was distant, emotionless.

�What?!?�

�He was doing me a favor really. To put an end to my suffering before it was too late. I think he sensed how out of control things would get. I, unfortunately, did not�� she trailed off before adding in a much quieter voice, �and then it was too late.�

Severus swallowed hard against the lump forming in his throat. Part of him wanted to know what had happened to her, part of him feared it was even worse than he had imagined.

�What was too late?� he asked, waiting quietly beside her.

She sighed, staring blankly off into space. When she began to speak, her voice was as vacant and as empty as her eyes.

�In the beginning, after Lucius killed my parents with the Killing Curse and left a poor Muggle girl in my place, he told me that I was to be his gift to his son, to Draco. At the time, the thought was revolting to me. Little did I know just how grateful I should have been.�

�I guess Draco was supposed to practice on me, learn the ways of women. I hated Draco then, because he was the epitome of evil at the time. I was only allowed out of bed to use the restroom and the only food I got was given to me by Draco. We slept in the same bed together every night.� She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. �He never touched me.�

�After the first week, when it became obvious to Lucius that Draco had learned nothing from me, Lucius took it upon himself to show his son how to take a woman. And so, he made Draco watch as he� as he had his way with me. I was a virgin then. I don�t think either of them expected that. When I screamed out in pain, Lucius slapped me, hard. But I couldn�t stop screaming, it hurt so bad. He hit me until I stopped screaming, until I passed out. The last thing I remember was Lucius telling Draco to watch and learn.�

�When I awoke sometime in the middle of the night, the sheets were covered in blood and I ached everywhere. Draco was sitting in a chair next to the bed watching me. I thought he was disgusted with me. Instead, he slid over onto the bed and took my hand and said �I�m sorry, Hermione. I should have been the one to take you. Then maybe he wouldn�t have. I would have been gentler. I wouldn�t have hurt you.� He told me to go take a bath and he would change the sheets.�

�The next morning we decided that we would say that Draco and I had been having sex nightly. In fact, we discussed things we heard other people doing��different sex acts and such, so his father wouldn�t feel the need to demonstrate anymore. I naively believed it would work. I guess I needed to hold on to some semblance of hope.�

�After another week went by, Lucius started coming to me on his own, wanting to check his son�s progress I guess. Those nights when Draco came to bed, I would be crying. Draco would close his eyes and hold my hand and tell me how sorry he was.�

�Then one night, Draco came to bed looking rather sick. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that his father demanded to watch the next evening. I could see in Draco�s eyes that Draco either could not or would not go against his father�s wishes. It was then that he offered to use the Killing Curse on me. In fact, he suggested we use the Killing Curse on each other at the same time so neither of us would have to suffer anymore. I didn�t take him up on his offer, obviously. That night, he held my hand while we slept. I think even then he knew things would change.�

�The next night when Lucius came to watch, Draco had sex with me for the first time. His eyes held pity for me as he finished as quickly as he could. We were both relieved when it was over. He didn�t want to rape me anymore than I wanted to be raped. But it wasn�t over. His father was not satisfied with Draco�s performance or mine. Lucius made Draco watch as he showed Draco how it was done. Lucius raped me then, but he didn�t stop there. That�s when he really started getting physically violent. That night when Draco came to bed, he didn�t hold my hand. Only his eyes held an apology for me. It was as if he was too ashamed to say the words out loud.�

�Over the next several months, the same scenario was repeated over and over. Lucius would insist on watching while Draco raped me. He�d give Draco instructions on how to inflict pain while he raped me. Draco would try to be as gentle as he could. But it didn�t matter, because then Lucius would rape me. Sometimes with himself, sometimes with objects, sometimes both. And always he would beat me while he was doing it. Sometimes he would beat me unconscious, and for that I was always grateful.�

�In the beginning, I could see the pain in Draco�s eyes as he watched his father torture me. But later on, even Draco held nothing but contempt for me. I think he hated me for what his father had turned him into. He hated me for even existing. We still slept in the same bed, but he never spoke to me, he never touched me, he couldn�t even bear to look at me.�

�And then, I got pregnant. It had to happen eventually. That�s when things got worse than even I could have imagined. Lucius seemed thrilled at the prospect while Draco was livid. I didn�t realize what was happening immediately, but Draco did. Draco knew what the birth of this child meant. I realized then that his father wanted a child to rape and abuse, like he must have raped and abused Draco since Draco was a baby.�

�It was then that Draco truly turned on me. He didn�t care about what happened to me anymore, he only cared that I not produce a child. He held nothing but malice and hatred for me then, for the woman who had betrayed him by getting pregnant. He stopped giving me food altogether, hoping he could starve out the baby. When that didn�t work, he would wait until his father was done raping me for the evening and then he would punch and kick me in the stomach until I vomited or passed out. When that didn�t seem to be working either, he added the Cruciatus curse to the regimen. After five days straight of that, my body finally aborted the baby.�

�After that, they left me alone for a few days. Alone, I bled as I passed the baby. I thought I was hemorrhaging there was so much blood. I was given scraps of food then, barely enough to keep me alive. I think that Lucius wanted me to recover enough to get pregnant again. On the fourth night, I knew it wouldn�t be much longer before they came for me. I think Draco forgot he brought me back my wand that night he offered to end my life. I gathered my wits and snuck out of the mansion in the middle of the night, carefully dismantling and re-erecting the wards as I went. I knew I would pay dearly if I was caught, but then again, there wasn�t much to lose. Best case scenario Lucius would kill me and it would all be over with. The world thought I was dead anyway. I knew sooner or later he�d kill me. A body can only take so much. Sooner or later Lucius would hit me in the head a little too hard and I wouldn�t wake up. What did I have to lose?�

�But once I was free, I couldn�t think of any place to go. My parents were dead, my friends all thought I was dead. If I showed up at the Burrow, Lucius would find me in an instant. I knew as soon as the morning sun rose they�d be looking for me. I knew if I didn�t at least try and Apparate they�d find me as I certainly couldn�t walk far enough away to not be found. The only safe place I could think of was Hogwarts. I cast a few spells to obscure my Apparation trail and took the risk, knowing full well that I might splinch myself in the process because I was so weak. But somehow I managed to make it to the gates of Hogwarts in one piece. The front doors were locked so I charmed one of the back entrances open near the Hospital Wing.�

�I was looking for a potion that evening, but I wasn�t sure what potion. I was looking for something to take away the pain and the hunger. I couldn�t find anything in Madam Pomfrey�s stockroom, so I decided to try yours. I didn�t think you�d be there. I thought everyone had left on holiday, except Filch of course who never goes anywhere.�

She stopped speaking and stared blankly out the window.

Severus sat beside her with his eyes closed, concentrating on his breathing, willing it to remain steady, willing the riot of emotions rushing through him to keep from consuming him. He wanted to kill the bastards that hurt her. He took a deep breath, willing his rage to stay in check. It was the Malfoy�s anger that had nearly destroyed her. He would not fall into that trap, he would not let his rage get the better of him. He clenched his teeth and forced his anger back. His anger would not help her now.

Gently, he reached out and took her hand in his. Studying her, he wasn�t sure which scared him more: the terrified, hysterical Hermione, or the detached, emotionless one that sat before him now.

�I�m glad I found you Hermione,� he finally said, gently stroking her hand.

When she did not respond, he tried again. �I�m glad that I was the one to find you.�

�Why?� she finally asked, still staring absently out the window.

�Because I was very sad when I thought you died and I never got the chance to tell you how much respect I have for you and how incredibly brave you were in the war, and even braver now.�

�How exactly am I brave now?� she asked with a snort.

�It took a lot of courage to escape. You risked everything to come here, Hermione. You risked your life.�

She shook her head. �What life? I can�t hide in your rooms forever, Professor. And hiding from the world is hardly brave.�

Severus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. �I wish I had a potion to take away your pain, Hermione.�

�You do,� she murmured, �it�s called Endless Sleep.�

At that, Severus�s heart wrenched. �Hermione�� he intoned as a sudden realization struck him. �What would you have done if you had found that potion that night?�

�I don�t know. Honestly, I don�t.�

�And now, if you found it now Hermione?�

Hermione looked away, barely whispering her reply, �I don�t know.�

He gritted his teeth at the honesty of her response, making a mental note to get rid of his supply of Endless Sleep as well as any other potentially fatal potions he had in his storerooms. Seeing the tears finally well in her eyes, he pulled her into his arms.

�Hermione,� he whispered into her ear, �promise me you�ll come to me first if it gets that bad.�

She did not respond.

�Promise me, Hermione.�

�I�ll try.�
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Redemption