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The Forbidden Ship	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 18410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor any of the characters from the books/movies. I don't make money from writing this fanfiction.

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A/N: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Proceed with caution. If squeamish or Weasley loving, skip this one.
Tags: Multiple Main Character Death, Torture, Gore, Blood, Whump ficlet, Rape/non-con, blood play, knife play, implied slavery, implied forced bond.
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Ex's Father

Hermione really didn't know why she got a message from Mr Weasley. Her relationship with Ron was long over even though they had dinner a couple of days ago because of an obligatory work function where the rest of their co-workers had stayed away. Most had the flu, but some of the others had the craziest excuses that she wished (and she was certain Ron did, too) had thought of. Gawain Roberts, the Head of the DMLE, had split halfway through for some emergency and they'd awkwardly eaten dinner together, which had led to a spread on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Hermione smirked viciously at her beaded bag in which a tiny glass jar bounced around.

Apparently some people needed to be reminded who they were fucking with.

It was strangely silent when she walked up the path to the Burrow. Usually there was always someone outside to greet her, and the grandchildren would be playing Quidditch on the field, screaming at each other.

Even though Harry and Ginny were on a family vacation with their children, there were plenty of more Weasleys around.

Hermione shrugged, knocking on the door. She frowned when it remained silent. Pushing open the door, her hand flew to her mouth. There was blood everywhere. Her wand was out next as she carefully moved inside. The first body she found was Arthur Weasley, sliced to pieces. Then Molly, same method. George, Angelina, their children, Percy and Penelope, their children, Teddy. Some were clear Killing Curses while others had lived longer before dying.

Soon, her hands and shoes were soaked in blood.

Hermione moved Bill's mutilated body out of the way to check on Fleur who was underneath him on the stairs. For a moment she thought she felt a faint pulse, but her cast charm told her Fleur had died only 34 seconds ago.

Hermione knew who'd done this, knew he'd likely still be here.

Waiting.

With Ron, undoubtedly.

The jealous, overbearing, idiotic, murdering moron. He'd already bound her to him in every way imaginable. There was no escape, no loophole. How could he even for but a second believe the lies Skeeter had written? Had he so little faith in his spell-casting? She huffed, gripping her wand tighter.

She flung open the door to Ron's bedroom.

Her heart was in her throat when she saw Ron, naked and bleeding all over. His cock cut off, his balls a demolished mess. There were deep cuts all over his body, and had he been a Muggle, he'd be dead already. He was whitefaced, and barely able to keep standing, undoubtedly held up by magic, Voldemort's Magic.

Tom Riddle stood slightly behind Ron, holding a knife against his throat with a blood-stained hand. Tom's face was covered in blood spatters as was his pale chest. There was a tear in his normally immaculate black robes from where someone had clearly fought back, but all she could see was red. The redness of his eyes, the redness of the blood, the redness swimming inside her mind. Everywhere was red. There was blood all over him. There was blood all over the floor. There was blood all over Ron. Her shoes had bathed in it on her way here.

"I warned you what I would do if you ever betrayed me, Hermione," he said coldly, slicing Ron's throat and tossing the body towards her as she screamed.

Her curse bounced off his shield as Tom slammed into her, toppling them over, her back landing into that expanding pool of viscous human remains. Her wand vanished. He pinned her down underneath him, blood dripping off his forehead onto her face. She struggled in vain but he was by far stronger than her.

"You, idiot!" she yelled. "You fucking murdering egoma-"

He silenced her with his lips and tongue. A metallic taste filled her mouth, making her gag, wondering whose blood she was ingesting.

The first cut he made was on her left arm, making her scream against his mouth as the old scar burned to life.

"You know you deserve this punishment, my Mudblood, so be quiet," he hissed in her ear, his tongue trailing her neck as his knife cut shallowly into her thigh and his modified silencing charm hit her in full force. She could scream but not talk, not unless he permitted it.

Her clothes were gone next, and his cock was inside her before she could even blink. She knew killing aroused him; she knew torture did so even more; the combination of both could keep him going for hours. With every thrust came a cut. She wished it would be deep enough; she wished he'd hit a major artery; she wished she would die as well, but he wasn't that unskilled. Soon her body was slick with blood as well: hers, his, or Ron’s, she did not know.

As he came inside of her, his knife pressed against her throat with the blunt side of it. His wand pressed into her side. She couldn't move. There was a maniacal gleam in his eyes as he pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead.

"You know where you're going next, don't you, Hermione?"

She swallowed, her eyes brimming with tears, thinking back to the cold dank dungeon he'd held her in before.

"I think I'll keep you tied to the rack this time around, naked. A daily whipping seems in order. I remember you do love those so much. I'll have you ready to service all my needs whenever I so desire. Apparently I've been a too gentle Master the first time around. We will see whether a harsher sentencing will teach you proper obedience and submission, my Mudblood slave."

She tried telling him mentally that he was wrong, that she hadn't cheated on him with Ron, that he'd killed everyone for nothing, but he didn't bother looking into her mind. He was too furious, too completely out of it. She knew she was doomed when he spun them away.
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