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Knowing It All	By : Jennlee Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 - Escape and Repercussions
Having succeeded in performing wandless magic to unlock her dungeon cell, Hermione peeked into the dark stone corridor beyond. She eased the door open, cringing as the squeal of rusty hinges split the silence. Thankfully, she could discern no sentinel. The hall was deserted. A lit torch hung in a bracket at one end of the hall. Hermione walked towards it, bare feet padding along the cool stone, the blanket hugged around her. Several doors opened off the hallway. She peered into rooms that were similar to her own cell except some were full of boxes and apparently used for storage.
Reaching the torch, Hermione saw that the passage turned sharply left and a narrow stone stair rose into darkness. Suddenly voices rang out, echoing down the dark stairwell. Someone was coming! She ran back down the hall. There wasn't time to think. Her normally ordered mind was suddenly in a chaos of fear. Hermione raced into a room at random and crouched behind a stack of boxes.
Two men passed by in the hall, laughing and talking. Hermione held her breath and tried to quiet the pounding of her heart. Surely they couldn't hear her heartbeat, she told herself. Slipping quickly from the hiding place, the tired girl raced up the stairs. If she could reach the top before they found she had escaped she may have a chance. She heard an enraged shout echoing down the corridor. They knew she had escaped.
At the top of the stairs, Hermione's hopes faded. A door barred her path. She tried the handle. It was locked. From the sounds below she knew the men were hunting for her. There were a series of door slams and crashes echoing through the underground passage. A loud voice rang out, "Come out now! Its useless to try to escape. If you do not come out this instant I will make you suffer beyond your wildest imagination."
Her breath caught at these words. The voices and crashing noises were getting closer. Soon they would realize she was here. Ahead of her was a locked door. Behind her were two Death Eaters. She rattled the knob quietly, tears of frustration coming to her eyes.
Hermione tried to focus her energy to perform the wandless magic that might open the door. "Alohomora," she whispered. Nothing happened. "Alohomora, Alohomora, Alohomora." She frantically waved her hand at the door lock. She was in sheer panic now - it wasn't working! She took a deep breath, "Alohomora!" she whispered loudly.
There was a click of the lock and the door started to open. It must have worked! Hermione grabbed the knob and pulled hard. She ran headlong through the open doorway, turning to look behind her. She was hardly through the doorway when she bounced off something solid and fell down. Startled, she looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy.
He looked surprised to see her. "Granger?" He said, his voice rising questioningly. The Death Eaters pounded up the stairs behind her. The hard, strong hand of one of the Death Eaters grabbed her wrist tightly.
The man holding her spoke. "Draco! What are you doing down here. You know that you are not to come down here." Hermione gasped in realization. The Death Eater who had beaten and raped her was Lucius Malfoy! She knew now why his voice and manner had seemed familiar to her. She suddenly felt ill as her stomach threatened to again revolt in disgust. Lucius Malfoy pulled his hood back and removed his Death Eater's mask. For the first time she looked upon face of the man who had hurt her.
"I heard shouting." Draco said, looking haughty although Hermione could tell he was shrinking back slightly from his father's rage. "What's she doing here, Father?" He asked.
"Just one of the spoils from our last raid that we're enjoying." Malfoy's eyes glittered malevolently in the torchlight. The other Death Eater, still masked, laughed. Draco looked a bit shocked, looking from his father to Hermione and back again, taking in her bruised face and filthy blanket garment.
"Go back up to the manor and stay out of things that don't concern you." Lucius Malfoy ordered warningly. He began dragging Hermione down the stairs by her wrist. She fell awkwardly on the uneven stone stairs, looking up at Draco Malfoy who was still standing on the landing.
Draco had never been Hermione's friend and she had long been afraid of him, but in this instant she realized he might be her only hope. She looked at him pleadingly, trying to wrench her arm free from Lucius who was trying to haul her upright again. "Draco! Draco, help me." She called up to him from her position sprawled near his feet. "Please! Please, Draco. " She looked up at him, pleading.
Draco studied her for a long moment, a peculiar look on his face. Hermione gazed into his blue eyes, not knowing what she expected but hoping desperately for salvation. The torch burned and cracked, the only sound in the quiet corridor. Without a word, Draco turned and walked away, the slam of the stairwell door ringing through the silence behind him. Lucius Malfoy laughed and dragged Hermione down the stone stairs. Slim hopes crushed like a tender flower beneath a heavy boot, Hermione ceased her struggle.
Once again back in the cell, Lucius Malfoy threw Hermione against the wall. The other Death Eater watched from a position near the door, his identity still hidden by a lifeless mask. Malfoy pushed the bedraggled Hermione to her knees, yanking the blanket from her naked body. He reached around her, pawing her breasts. She cried out as his clumsy hands groped her flesh. He fumbled for his trousers again and she felt him push into her from behind. The pain was terrible, almost as bad as it was the first time. Hermione could do nothing - she tried to collapse down to the floor, but Malfoy was holding her hips firmly, her knees digging into the uneven stone floor.
The other man observed then quietly.
Hermione suffered in silence, her mind threatening to leave her again under Malfoy's onslaught. That would be the easy way - to let her mind go away and wait for relief or inevitable death. She longed to stop feeling the pain and humiliation. It was tempting to think of death, respite from pain but Hermione found some spark of courage inside her wouldn't allow it. That spark wouldn't die, couldn't be killed by the likes of Malfoy. It made her want to fight back. She summoned her strength. Malfoy was grunting heavily against her back, his arms holding her, pain throbbing between her legs. With a sudden jerk, Hermione wrenched her hips from Malfoy's grip. She pulled away from him and clambered quickly to the far wall.
An enraged and disheveled Lucius Malfoy advanced on her, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her into the center of the room. He held her there, fingers entwined painfully in her snarled locks. He slapped her across the face again and again. Hermione fought to escape his grip futilely. She could not pry his fingers from her hair. The slapping continued, hard and cruel. She began seeing flashing lights and the room started to spin. Finally it stopped. He released his grip and she fell to the floor, whimpering. His cruel voice spoke, "Suddenly brave again? You are quite a fighter, little Gryffindor." He towered over her. "I will break you. That should be most entertaining. I was just going to take my pleasure and kill you quickly but I believe I'll make it a long and painful journey to death."
"Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked him. "Does it give you pleasure to beat and rape an innocent child?"
"Innocent?" Malfoy said. "You, my dear, are far from innocent. You may have been a virgin but innocent you are not. Why am I doing this?" He hovered over her, a black-robed, imposing figure.
"Because I can?" Malfoy laughed a laugh that sounded almost maniacal. He lifted her, pulling her tightly against his chest, looking down into her bruised face. "I'm doing it because you deserve it. You, the perfect illustration of the failures of our society. You are a symbol of everything sullied and filthy in this world. A Muggle who through a fluke of fate is given what should only be ours. Someone who thinks they can join our kind with no history or breeding and a few years of instruction."
Malfoy continued, his voice angry. "I've been hearing about you for years, you uppity, know-it-all, Mudblood. Draco's kept me fully informed. He's a boy who knows right from wrong. He's keeping tabs on that school for me" Bumbling Dumbledore" Famous Harry Potter" That great Muggle-loving imbecile Arthur Weasley " I know everything. When the Dark Lord instructed raids on the Ministry, Muggles, and Mudbloods, I knew it was time for you to get yours. I've been thinking about it for quite some time. A girl of no wizard family beating my son at every exam" Following the "great' Harry Potter around like a pet on a leash" Exposed in the Daily Prophet by Rita Skeeter for the flighty tease she is"
Malfoy was still gripping Hermione close, glaring into her frightened eyes. His fingers dug into her flesh. She could feel his cold wrath through his voice and his eyes.
"What good does it do to kill a young Mudblood witch, you might wonder? It will show the world what is coming. Best student at Hogwarts? Powerless in our hands. Friend of the Famous Harry Potter? Even the "Boy Who Made the Dark Lord Disappear' can't save you from the our grasp. Dating the son of the head of the Muggle Protection Agency? Where are they? Those incompetent fools couldn't even protect a couple of Muggles."
He pulled her even closer to him. She felt terror in the icy blueness of Malfoy's eyes. "Yes, my dear. You are an excellent symbol of our ascent to power. The ministry is up in arms, although you have no idea, I'm sure. The Daily Prophet is printing articles at this very moment that are instilling terror in the heart of every witch and wizard across Britain. In fact, you're already dead. Did you know?" His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "The Prophet has reported that your body has not yet been found but that you are surely dead. Nobody is holding out hope for you, my dear."
He suddenly relaxed his grip and she slid down his chest until her feet touched the cold stone floor. Gripping her shoulders hard, he pushed her down on her knees before him. "You are brave - braver than I expected. Typical Gryffindor stupidity."
"Perhaps I'll bring Draco down here to watch." Hermione gasped at this. Malfoy looked thoughtful. "Yes, perhaps. He's complained of you often enough. I'm certain he would enjoy the show." His voice slowed malevolently, "Perhaps he would even like to participate. Would you enjoy that, little know-it-all Mudblood? I'm sure Draco would. It will soon enough be time for him to take his place at our Lord's side. I'll see him a man before then."
He grabbed her wrists in a tight grip and twisted them, forcing her down on the floor. Once again on top of her, he forced her legs apart. "By the time I'm through with you, you will be begging for death." He began to rape her again, his heavy frame firmly over hers, holding her motionless, his stale breath filling her nostrils.
Hermione turned her head to the side as pain once again pierced through her body. She noticed the other Death Eater observing them from a few feet away and shivered, not wanting to think about him. Her eyes then focused beyond the Death Eater, through the open doorway. She was shocked to see someone out there, crouching in the dark hallway. She realized in horror that it was probably Draco. How long had he been there? Why was he there? Would he hurt her? Her thoughts whirled as she wondered about Draco's presence. Disturbingly, she could not make out the expression on his face.
Slowly, she turned her head to the other side and looked across the gray stone as Lucius Malfoy continued to pant and grunt on top of her.
After Lucius Malfoy finished with her, the other Death Eater raped her. Hermione's mind registered more horror and revulsion at this, but suppressed it with numbness, waiting for an end. Again she considered death and its release from torture and humiliation. More than anything she wanted the pain and degradation to stop.
"Well, little Mudblood, do you wish you were dead yet?" The voice rang against Hermione's numb mind. She lay, naked and shivering on the floor afterward. She made no answer.
"I asked you a question, girl. And when I ask a question I expect an answer." Malfoy prodded her with his boot. "Perhaps you need a little encouragement to speak, although from what I've heard you usually don't." Malfoy pointed his wand at her. "Crucio!"
Hermione never felt pain as intense as what she now felt with the uttering of that one small word. She screamed and flailed, but there was no relief. She could hear laughter beyond the wall of pain. Finally the wand lifted and the pain eased. Hermione knew now why this curse was considered unforgivable. She knew that Harry had experienced it and could hardly believe what he must have gone through. His descriptions had been somewhat understated, she realized cynically.
"Tell me, little Gryffindor Mudblood, do you wish you were dead yet?" Hermione didn't answer, the residue of pain still enveloped her in a thick, numbing fog. Her mouth and brain didn't seem to be coordinating. The wand moved and the unforgivable curse was once again hurled at her. Her screams ricocheted through the small room.
The Death Eater released her from the curse again and bent over her battered figure. Entwining his fingers in her knotted hair, he pulled her head up, forcing her to look at him. "So, do you care to answer Miss Granger? I understand you are always the first one with your hand up in class. Always knowing it all. So I'll ask you one more time - and I'd better like the answer. Have I made you wish you were dead?" The wand was pointed at her, threateningly.
It came out as a quiet, choking sob. "Yes."
The fingers released her and her head fell back to the floor with a hard crack. Dazed, she waited for the next curse - alternately hoping and fearing that it would be Avada Kedavra, the killing curse.
Lucius Malfoy laughed as he and his Death Eater companion left. The small stone room was once again silent save for the tears of a young girl.
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