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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hi everyone!^^ Thanks for all your lovely feedback! The following instalment comes with a definite WARNING:
The tenor of this chapter will be rather dark and disturbing; at least from my POV. Don't like, don't read. Minors stay away.
It might upset the faint-hearted, even though I'll try my best to keep the explicitness of the nasty truth to a minimum. Since the 'Dark Revels' have never been officially defined (at least not that I know) but are topic of many fanfics, I finally made up my mind and came up with scenarios that appeared more or less believable and realistic to me. Plus, it gives me the marvellous opportunity to shed a new light on the Death Eaters and tie up some loose ends.
Still, I want to make perfectly clear that this is not supposed to be a glorification of violence and/or abuse but after all it's the 'Dark Revels' we're talking about; very bad things happened there. I guess everybody knows better than to expect this being some fluffy picnic, don't you?

Chapter Six - 'In The Olden Days...'
Hermione tentatively bent over the Pensieve and was instantly sucked into Lucius' memory of the 'Dark Revels'.
Within a second, she found herself transported back in time to a room she didn't recognise. Nevertheless, Hermione instantly sensed the threatening atmosphere which made her shudder involuntarily.
The first thing Hermione saw was a not so snake-like looking Voldemort; sitting enthroned above the alarmingly large crowd of Death Eaters which were chatting with each other. Some of them wore masks, but still it only took her seconds to spot a few familiar faces amongst them. Of course, there was Lucius; after all it was HIS memory she was experiencing. The weird thing, however, was that everybody looked MUCH younger; this version of Lucius was in his early twenties if at all.
Is this what the Revels were like the first time Voldemort had seized power? That was before I was even born!
Furthermore, Hermione hadn't expected the presence of Narcissa and several other female Death Eaters. Rumour had it that these ominous gatherings were exclusively for males and Hermione did have a vague suspicion why. But then again, that were rumours on the "latest" Revels, not on those that have transpired almost three decades ago when Voldemort had first come to power.
Hmm. That's odd.
Grateful that she could not be seen by anyone, Hermione carefully made her way around the crowd, which acted rather odd in movement and facial expression. Hermione soon got the impression that most of them were...stoned, actually.
What the hell is going on here?
Before she could even think any further, the sound of a gong cut her out of her haze. The chatting died almost immediately as everyone in the room fell silent and turned towards the obnoxious cheerful despot who elegantly rose from his throne.
"Welcome to my home, dear followers." Voldemort hissed and the whole bunch of Death Eaters, men and women alike, bowed deeply.
HIS home? So I must be at the Riddle's house!
"I've summoned you today" Voldemort stated dramatically "for several reasons. First, those of you who have served me best will be shown my appreciation by being given a reward...." That said, a door at the back of the room opened and out came a surprisingly normal and beautiful looking Bellatrix, dragging a swearing and kicking young student with her to the middle of the room.
Hermione twitched. She didn't know the rebellious blonde girl, but since she was able to guess what was about to come, Hermione felt incredibly sorry for the poor Hufflepuff. Judged by her looks, she must have been in her third or fourth year.
Bellatrix shot Voldemort an ogle. "Everything intact, Milord." She smirked. "It seems this little wildcat is still as pure as freshly fallen snow." Bellatrix giggled.
The girl blushed and lapsed into silence; embarrassed to have her sexual status revealed to the whole horde. Hermione couldn't help but overhear the suppressed grunts coming from some of the male Death Eaters. She shuddered again.
"Very good, Bella." Voldemort praised Bellatrix, then continued his speech. "Second, it came to my attention that we have at least one traitor amidst us!"A whispering went through the onlookers. "Hence, he or she will be punished..."
The door in the back opened again and out came a spot-faced Peter Pettigrew, carrying a struggling and heart-wrenchingly crying little boy over his shoulder who couldn't have been any older than six. Again, there was an upset whispering going through the crowd of Death Eaters as they recognised the boy was one of their own descendants.
Within seconds, the horrified parents of the still crying child, Radella and Gilford Royceston, had made their way through the front rows; desperately calling for their boy; the mother instinctively attacking Pettigrew to save her son from his clutches. That was, when the first Cruciatus Curse hit her and Radella reared in pain before the very eyes of her traumatised son. Her husband was not far behind her, but as soon as the shock of what was happening had left his comrades in the first row, they held the desperate man back; knowing what was best for him.
"Well well, now here comes mummy traitor." Voldemort snickered as he slowly made his way to her, gesturing for Pettigrew to let the boy down. The latter instantly ran to his mummy, wrapping his little arms around her still quaking body as she fought hard not to pass out from the aftermath of the pain the Cruciatus Curse caused her.
"Milord, I demand an answer to what my wife is accused of!" Gilford roared. "Let go of my son!" The moment he had uttered his reckless request, he knew he would regret it, but as natural as his wife's maternal instinct had kicked in, his protective instinct did.
"You demand?" Voldemort snorted angrily and shot another wordless Cruciatus into the raging father's direction. "I don't believe so." The brawny looking man slumped to the ground, equally suffering from the awful Unforgivable as his slowly recovering wife did. The stander-bys were frozen in fear and not one plucked up the courage to help. Sadly, they knew better.
The heavily breathing female Death Eater protectively pressed her bitterly weeping son against her chest as she eventually managed to kneel and Voldemort faced her once more.
"Now, mummy traitor; let's hear what you have to say to your own defence, shall we?" Voldemort purred, obviously amused by this outcome.
"I can't defend myself when I don't even know what I'm accused of..." Radella replied defiantly, then forcing herself to add. "...Milord."
"You really don't, my dear?" He smirked, circling her slowly. "Well, let's help your memory on its way then." Voldemort ruffled the hair of the terrified boy. "Your son gave me some very interesting insight into your daily routine..."
Radella blinked hastily; that remark rang no bell. "I...I still don't understand, Milord?!" Radella had always suspected that there was more than meets the eye to that bloody child day care to which every Pureblood and Death Eater family had to bring their offspring in order to be 'turned into the right direction' until they would go to school.
Surely Voldemort had a quick look into a random child's mind every now and then; easily spying on their parents in the process and apparently he had seen something in little Royceston's mind that he didn't like. Radella paled. What pathetic bastard uses Legilimency on a defenceless six year old???
Grinning, Voldemort continued. "Meaning I learned that you grew rather fond of some Muggle nonsense."
Radella closed her eyes; suddenly realising what he was talking about. Judging her reaction correctly, the despot added. "You've been frequently reading Muggle bedtime stories to your soon, haven't you, Radella?"
Hermione frowned.
Reading Muggle stories to her son? That's what all the fuss is all about? Seriously???
"But...but it's just stories, Milord; I..." Radella replied weakly; trying to dodge the danger.
"How dare you?" Voldemort cut her off; spitting with rage and sending the next Crucio into her direction. "There is no such thing as 'it's just' regarding everything Muggle!!! You will pay for your traitorous behaviour as will your son."
Hermione heard the distraught pleas of the female Death Eater; beckoning Voldemort to at least spare her son since he had done nothing wrong. Sadly, without avail.
"Save your breath." Voldemort hissed; pointing his wand at the little boy and his mother. "You've ruined him for my purposes by putting the silly idea in his impressionable little mind that Muggles"He spat the word in disdain. "...and their written excesses may be considered a valuable part of our supreme society. I cannot allow that."
That said, Hermione, and the rest of the onlookers in the dim-lit room watched in horror as the Dark Lord actually vocalised the Avada Kedavra towards mother and son. She saw Gilford collapse as the deadly curse hit his family and for a few seconds the whole bunch of usually tough and feared Death Eaters frowned in shock and disbelief over what had just transpired. Only from a few of those who had severely consumed drugs a giggle could be heard and Voldemort's inner circle seemed emotionally unattached from the happenings.
No, he didn't just do that, did he? Killed them for this silly bagatelle? He must be out of his freaking mind!
Looking around, Voldemort dismissively waved his hand and sat down on his throne again. Pettigrew quickly approached him and fell to his knees, bowing so deeply his head hit the floor. "Milord, may I...dispose of the traitor and her breed?"
Voldemort nodded, slightly annoyed. He knew that Pettigrew 'disposed' of dead bodies way differently than others. Being too ugly and probably also too pervert for even the local loose ladies letting him touch them, Peter Pettigrew's necrophilic tendencies were an open secret...
"This should be a lesson to all of you, my dear followers." The Dark Lord stated nonchalantly. "I do not tolerate the approval and spreading of any Muggle ideas or values. Have I made myself clear?"
Quickly, an affirmative whispering went through the horde of Death Eaters; many of them gratefully smoking the presented drugs now; obviously not able to deal with what they had just witnessed.
Hermione would never have thought it possible that Voldemort was that tyrannical against his own kind.
Nevertheless, the despot seemed to be pleased with the development. "Good. Now then, for the reward I promised to the most loyal amongst you..."
He gestured for Bellatrix who instantly dragged the horror-stricken Hufflepuff girl towards a nearby stone altar, placing her face up. Bellatrix expertly secured the poor student's arms and legs to the table legs with rusty shackles and manacles; leaving her immobilised and spread-eagle.
Bread and circuses, Hermione thought bitterly as she heard the Dark Lord utter a few names he read from a list. Most of the names that were paged; twenty-eight in total, Hermione wasn't familiar with except 'Greyback' and 'Pettigrew'. She shuddered in sovereign contempt as a queue of men formed after Greyback, who apparently had 'the honour of dishonouring' and ripping her virginity from the pitiful student who was meanwhile screaming bloody murder.
Hermione averted her gaze as the dirty deed was done; over and over again. She was utterly dumbfounded when she realised that the atmosphere in the room had eased immensely after the reward part had started. Hermione couldn't believe her eyes as she witnessed the female Death Eaters were actually sitting down in the opposite corner of the room; drinking tea and chatting while only a few feet away some or their husbands had a gang rape going on!
This is insane!
The rest of the males, including Voldemort, were "only" watching the show; appreciatively clapping their hands when the student's screaming finally died away; only sobs and whimpers to be heard from then on.
When the last Death Eater was done, the Hufflepuff didn't look much like herself anymore. Her blouse and skirt had been shredded; bruises, scratches and bites could be found all over her, let alone all the mingled bodily fluids.
Yuk!
Hermione was cut out of her haze when Voldemort told Greyback to complete his reward and kill the girl. The other Death Eaters, including the females this time, gathered around the altar and watched as Fenrir went into werewolf mode and easily tore out her throat; followed by a triumphant wolf's howl.
Suddenly Hermione felt her surroundings fade and after a moment of confusion she found herself in another place. She shuddered when she realised that she knew it from her nightmares when a lunatic Bellatrix was straddling her; carving the word "Mudblood" into her arm.
This part of the memory had brought her to the drawing room of Malfoy Manor...

A/N: Okay, this chapter really wasn't easy for me to write. I presume some of you might think it lacks explicitness in the more horrifying details but personally I didn't feel like glorifying violence and abuse when at least one participant isn't willing. And from my POV that Hufflepuff obviously wasn't willing. She didn't enjoy it. She was terrified and doubtlessly embraced death when it finally came.
Well, I think it's different in a role-play or what I intend on letting experience Hermione since she's going to benefit from it; emotionally and physically. Plus, she IS willing and she'll be protected from harm.
Nevertheless, it was important for me shed a new light on the Death Eaters per se. Even though they might act like ignorant assholes at times I think that they didn't, contrary to belief, have an easy life under Voldemort's reign of terror. My version of Hermione is supposed to realise that everybody's a product of their environment and crush her "holier than thou" attitude and her rather easy black and white thinking. And after all – Hermione wanted to learn about the Revels, right? ;)
Anyway, I'm rambling; sorry. :) In the second part of this chap we will learn about what the Revels were like when Hermione fought against Voldemort. There will be certain changes and of course, this time both Lucius and Snape will be present (and actively participating ;)) and a few more secrets will be revealed.
And don't worry – after I've finished with the revel chapters loads of yummy lemons will rain on you!^^ So stay tuned and please review. Thanks. :)
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