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365 Days (1 year)	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Six: Mudblood Mistake
The Ceremony was over, the festivities culminating with a round of humiliation for Minerva's old friend and colleague. After forcing Filius to dance on a table, all the while shooting curses at his feet, Tom had held him upside-down for ten minutes with levicorpus.
“I have married the brightest witch of her age, haven't I Clown?”
“She was always special, yes.” Filius said.
“But, was she the most talented witch ever?”
“Tom, really . . .” Minerva tried, but he stopped her with a sharp glare.
“The most talented in many years.” Flitwick mumbled.
“There was someone more talented than my wife?”
“Not more.” Flitwick was becoming nervous under the questioning and the blood pooling in his head made him flushed.
“There are always students who stand out.” Minerva said.
“Yes, that's true.”
“So, tell me who was the talented witch that came before my Minnie?” Voldemort hissed.
“Oh, well . . . that would be Augusta. Augusta Rosier Longbottom.”
“Ah, I see. Isn't Mrs. Longbottom a guest of ours?” he turned to face Evan Rosier, Sr. He nodded while Bellatrix cackled. “And tell me, Clown . . . who was the talented witch that came after my bride?”
“Um, um . . Septima Vector. The Arithmancy professor.”
“And after her?”
“A-a-a-Andromeda Black.”
“Your sister, Bella.”
“A blood traitor who married a mudblood!”
“Hush! Who next, Clown?”
“Amelia Bones. She rose through the ranks of the Wizengamut and became head of the Dept of Magical Law Enforcement. Before her death, she presided over her peers.”
“Stop. I didn't ask you for drivel. Yaxley?” the named Death Eater stepped forward. “You have failed to locate the Black woman, the Malfoys and the remaining Weasley. Tell me that you have Ms. Bones in custody?”
“Yes, my lord. She is at the manor, with Dolohov.”
“Good. Let's just say that reports of her death have been slightly exaggerated.” This last was followed by peels of laughter. The Dark Lord smiled and raised a hand. “Now, get out of my sight until you can produce one or more of the people I've mentioned.” Voldemort turned away from the man and he rushed out of the door. “Next?”
“Lily Evans.”
“Lily . . . Evans . . . Potter?”
“Yes.”
“Worthless. She couldn't have been the brightest of her time.” Voldemort scoffed. “She's dead.”
“I know. You didn't say only live witches.”
“No, I did not. So, Clown, we continue.”
Before he could speak, the Dark Lord spun the little charms teacher and bounced him until he jingled and spewed his little bit of a meal. “Next, Clown. Next!”
“Mary Davies . . . Mary Ellen Davies.” Filius spat out.
“Who? I don't know that name. Do any of you know a Mary Davies?”
“I do.” a small voice came from the corner where the Dark Lord had installed some other wedding attractions. The Death Eaters all turned to see Roger Davies dangling from chains, his naked body covered with chocolate and whipped cream.
“You? Oh, Mr. Davies. Could this be a relative?”
“My older sister. . . My Lord.” Roger said, his teeth clenched over the words.
“Those compulsion chains are very ingenious, McNair.” Tom turned around and eyed the assembled throng. “Do we have Miss Davies among our guests?”
A shuffling among the black robes was the only answer he received. He lowered the tiny professor to the floor and aimed his wand at the closest Death Eater. “I'm waiting.”
“Sire, she's in the lower halls.” Rodolphus said.
“Then, get her up here. Go!” with the phoenix core wand aimed at them, it didn't take a second for Rodolphus and his brother to apparate out of the room.
The Dark Lord scowled, then turned back to the charms teacher. “Now, where were we?”
Filius sighed, bowed and did a little dance step. “We were on the most recent gifted witch.”
“Ah, yes. So, little fool . . who was the newest of my lady's rivals?”
Flitwick bowed again, a sly grin on his face “Hermione Granger . . A Muggleborn.”
The Dursleys had thought they would be safe with Aunt Marge and were sitting around her table when the door blew open and their world changed.
Petunia was given to McNair, as a pet in his menagerie, and she didn't know what had become of her family after that.
Marge was held in the Ministry cells for two months, barely getting food and being tortured by one of the guards. Eventually, when she was given to Peter Pettigrew as a drudge, she had already lost a great deal of weight. Along with the woman, Wormtail was given her pets and he took joy in abusing them in front of her. She would beg and cry and promise to do whatever he asked.
The dogs were now ensconced in a kennel outside, while Marge cleaned, cooked and did various chores for the rat-faced man. He often bedded her, and only fed her minimum amounts of food. The dogs he kept in very good health, more as a taunt than a concern for their wellbeing.
Dudley and Vernon stayed in the cells for longer, but the boy was taken by the Lestranges, to serve as a plaything for the brothers. Between the bouts of cruciatus, being tossed about and into walls, ceilings and floors, he was put to work, cleaning floors, pots and cauldrons, gardening and caring for the two wizards.
This last job proved the most difficult,as the brothers enjoyed doing extreme things to cause him pain or embarrassment. They would force him to clean their bums after a poo, usually by licking it off, or have him perform the part of the loo when they had to pee and didn't fancy the walk to the facilities. Often, in the morning, they forced him to suck their early woods, until they climaxed, swallowing their cum to keep floors, towels and bedding clean.
Vernon was virtually forgotten, left in a cell with a man named Thomas, his son and a boy named Justin. They were fed barely enough to survive on, and jeered at for being in the Muggle Pit, where they would die, eventually.
When the two boys were dragged off, Vernon and Thomas became better acquainted, both being large men, with no magic, and Vernon soon found out just how much his nephew had done for the world and the sacrifice he had made.
Petunia learned quickly how to follow orders and bow and scrape to save herself. She felt the effects of cruciatus, imperious and other dark curses often enough to put extra effort into obeying and doing it fast. Her body was used, her mind invaded and her hope shredded when she was told how her part in raising Harry had culminated in his defeat and death.
She became an automaton, doing what she was told, spreading herself for her rapist and lowering to do the same manual chores she had forced young Harry to do so many years ago. Her guilt was the only emotion she recognized as she went about her days.
Marge fared even worse, her plump visage becoming a sagging waste of itself. Her hands dry and cracked from harsh cleaning fluids and the remains of spoiled potions. Peter was pants at them without Remus or Sirius to help, but that never stopped him from spending an hour or two in the lab, brewing simple concoctions or ruining complicated ones.
The boils on her arms were a remnant of one such potion and the swelling of her feet and legs another. Still, she went on, not yet hoping for death, and looking for any possible escape.
Learning of Harry Potter's death had a different effect on Marge. She was groveling and pleading for the life of Ripper, when Pettigrew told her how the boy's parents had been part of his youth and how the boy had spared him. He knew, by the Dark Lord's own probing of her mind, just how she had treated Harry, just what this dog had done, and how he could do a return for the boy's life debt by killing the little menace, right now.
Marge knew that Pettigrew still owed Harry, and saving her would not repay it . . . unless she had reformed. So, she put her mind toward rethinking her attitude and gaining her life by treasuring Harry Potter's memory.
As Hermione stretched out on her stomach, bound to the table by an incarcerous spell, Bellatrix carved a large “M” across her back like a tramp stamp, and the marks from earlier, a cauldron on her right hip and “I Suck” below her left breast, dripped onto the surface and to the floor.
She had stopped screaming an hour ago, too tired and weak to work up a good whimper.
Bella cackled behind her, spinning the curse knife as she admired her work and decided whether to add a border. When she bent back and began again, Hermione let her eyes slide closed.
She would never have believed she could sleep while being tortured, but the room, the knife and the Death Eater melted away. She dreamed that she was floating, above the clouds, in a pretty white dress with ruffles and bows.
As she flew, she saw her lost loved ones.
She saw Ron with Charlie, in a dark dungeon hobbling around and leaning on his brother's shoulder. “I'm gonna do this, Charlie. I'm gonna walk.” Ron was saying and she had to smile at his determination. They were still pacing the little cell as she floated on.
Next, she was watching as Madame Pomfrey delivered a baby from Daphne Greengrass, while Molly and another woman helped. The baby, a little boy, had tightly curled red hair and creamy white skin.
Hermione sighed, thinking of the children she had wanted to have with Ron. Would he even want her, now that her body was scarred and broken?
While she was brooding over this, she drifted out and over a vast body of water, then she was in a strange exotic house and there was Tonks, sitting very still while a small boy clung to her knees and babbled happily. His purple hair turned bright blue and his mother smiled.
Hermione smiled, too.
She closed her eyes, only for a second, and there were her parents, living in Australia and going to the Sydney Opera House. She floated over their heads, but they never even looked up.
The landscape blurred and went dark, leaving her floundering and alone. She wept bitterly.
Draco and Viktor had met for many months before the Bulgarian seeker shared his secret. He was born a hermaphrodite and once a month displayed as female. During this time, he was allowed to go to Pleven, to avoid embarrassing his family.
They spent two months getting acquainted, two falling in love and the last making plans for their future. They had been cautious in their love-making, never knowingly penetrating Viktor's female parts, so they knew they had time to plan, and arrange for a safe place to move their family, but Draco was worried about his ability to leave his parents, to venture off, even with the new wands, and start his life with Viktor.
Their plans were put on hold, when before the full moon, Punishers showed up in the forest and caught Draco and his father on a hunting trip, stunning them both and carrying them to Pleven to transport to England. Viktor had just arrived when they were paraded through town, as escaped criminals that had been caught before they could ravage the Bulgarian lands.
It was only luck that Draco dropped his occlumency shields just as Viktor shot a legilimency spell his way.
“Save my mother and baby sister. They are in the cabin.” and the coordinates were clear to his sometimes-female lover who rushed to make arrangements for a cart and some disguises.
During his monthlies, Viktor was able to blend in more feminine circles, so he donned a dress and wig, cast a notice-me-not spell and rushed into the forest. The path led to just beyond the wards and he was met by a house elf with a dangerous appearance.
“Who be coming to the master's home?”
“I'm Viktor. Drakko sent me. He's in danger and wants me to save his vomen. Bring them, I have costumes and my home is unplottable. I mean no harm.”
The elf leaned closer and sniffed the air. It smiled wryly and held up a hand. “You be touched by Malfoy blood. You be family to Master and Mistress, and carry Malfoy blood within. Enter and explain your mission to Mistress.”
That is how Viktor found out that they had not been careful enough, and he now carried the next Malfoy heir in his womb.
This girl was no virgin, at least. The Dark Lord had assured him of that, since she had failed three times to gain the pregnancy he wanted from her. This time, she had been given a stronger dose of fertility potion and Neville was forced to take a lust elixir so that he had to rape her three times before he was free of the desire and could roll away, sated and exhausted. It made him feel all the worse. Her name was Sarah.
He heard from across the hall that Roger had been taken and given a younger Gryffindor girl whom Neville did know. Romilda Vane was known for having a crush on Harry Potter and giving him love potion laced chocolates, which Ron had eaten by mistake. Now, the poor girl was probably going to be the mother of Roger's child, and she would never be able to find someone who could replace Harry in her heart.
Gregory Goyle had bedded Eloise Midgen, and now he was being dragged out and stripped off for another demeaning display, as if the dark wizards had no other form of entertainment than to watch prisoners copulate under duress. It made Neville nauseus.
“Hey, Longbottom?” the distance that voice had to travel led him to believe it was near the exit to the apartments.
“What?” Neville called back.
“I saw your old friend. They were dragging him up from the lower levels and he nearly tripped right in front of me. He looked wretched. Kept limping along, like his legs weren't on straight.”
“What you talking about, Nott?” Neville snapped.
“Weasley. Red hair, dopey eyes. Ronald Weasley. He's still alive, though not by much.”
“Ron? I never woulda believed it.” Neville leaned back on his bunk, hoping that the guard wouldn't decide it was time for showers before he had a chance to savor this bit of information.
His hip hurt, but the Death Eater at the cell door didn't look like he was accepting excuses, so Ron hobbled out on the crutch Charlie had made for him. His brother stood against the wall, held by Yaxley with a wand at his throat.
None of the others were still with them, having been taken away, one-at-a-time, until only the two of them were left. “You'll be back, Ron. I'll wait here.” Charlie always repeated this when they took him. “Just like the other times, eh?”
Ron remembered the other times. Starting with the first time.
He had barely gotten on his feet, was gaining strength slowly, when the two dark wizards came in, hoisted him with a levitation spell and hauled him through the door. He was dropped on the floor in front of Voldemort, landing hard on his bad hip and crying out.
“Get Pucey. Check his wounds. If he can't perform, we'll need his brother, and I've had enough dealing with one of them.” the snake face man waved to the side where three cages housed some huddled bodies.
Ron hardly got a peek, when his attention was drawn back to the Dark Lord, who had risen and was glaring down at him. He raised a hand, held it hovering just inches from the dark robes.
“You want to touch me? Go ahead.” Voldemort said and Ron let his fingers touch the soft fabric of the Dark Tyrant's robes. “Tell me, Weasley. Do you like girls?”
Ron looked up, nodded slowly and watched the smile that filled the snake-like face.
“Good. That's what I want from you. I've already matched your older brothers, and your sister, but now the last of you must do your part. I've got a girl ready, but we need to make sure you are healthy enough to manage this. Ah, here is Mr. Pucey.”
Adrian rushed forward, pulled out his wand and began to cast diagnostic spells over Ron. When he finished, he stood up, brushed himself off and faced the Dark Lord. “He has some poorly set bones, some residual spell damage and lingering curse magic. I'm not skilled enough to mend most of it. I can give him a potion, that will clear the spell damage and counter the curse, but the bones and ligaments need proper care.”
“Can he perform, with your potion?” Voldemort asked.
Adrian took a long breath. He shook his head and and looked around. He finally looked up at the Dark Lord. “Yes . . . adequately.”
“Then, give him the potion and let us get on with this. The girl awaits.”
Ron was dosed with a vial of vile draught and his aches faded to twinges. He could stand, without falling, for longer periods of time, and his mind felt less fuzzy. He watched Adrian put the empty tube away and looked toward the Dark Lord. “Thank you.” he muttered and the evil wizard smiled.
“I like that. Now, bring the girl and prepare the fertility potion.” Adrian pulled another beaker from his robes and Ron watched as a makeshift bed was arranged near the dais. A pretty blond from his year was brought out and given the potion, just before her clothes were stripped from her and he was likewise undressed. When both were naked, Adrian held another vial to his lips and the Dark Lord leaned closer. “Drink this, Mr. Weasley. It will help you overcome any residual hesitations you might be prone to.”
The potion was administered, and the effect was instantaneous. Ron was never more horny in his life, and the naked girl in front of him was all the incentive he needed to forget that there was a room full of dark wizards watching, and that this girl might not be as interested in him as he was in her. He took little time to move across the distance and pull her into a kiss that he thought was quite expert, in his potion induced mood.
When he regained his senses, the girl was sobbing, her hair mussed and her body splayed like an angel-in-the-snow. He was overcome with grief, both at having taken her without her consent, and that he had betrayed his love for Hermione.
That had been the first time, and it was repeated every two weeks, with the same girl, until she was taken away and another took her place. There had been Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode and Hannah Abbott, and he wasn't sure if he was being dragged up to a new girl this time.
He arrived to find the Dark Lord hovering over a wooden table that was covered in blood. On the table, a dead girl was spread out on her belly, her head half-shaved and her body tatoo'd with words, pictures and scars. It took him a few seconds to realize who it had been, lying there.
“Hermione? Hey, Hermione? Wake up, please.” He broke free from Yaxley and hobbled over. “Please, Mione. Don't leave me. Please.”
Voldemort turned away and sent a curse at the huddled form of a Death Eater in the corner. “Crucio! You've failed me for the last time, Bella. Your punishment is to join the other breeders. You will produce me a child, within the year, or I will have to kill you, do you understand me?”
Ron never heard an answer, but he didn't care. He was holding his love, the only girl he had ever wanted, and his tears were washing the blood from her face. She looked so peaceful, and he dropped to his knees to smooth her hair away and kiss her, one last time.
The conference room where Harry, Sirius, Gideon, Fabian, Colin, Fred and Cedric sat across from Helga, was suffused with soft lighting and warmth. Harry fidgeted as Sirius argued with the woman about his godson's death. Finally, after trying to inject her say on several occasions, she snapped her fingers and two sets of doors opened, letting stronger light enter the room.
“I think if you take a look at the viewer . . .” she said but just as her voice faded, Harry noticed that Remus had entered, followed by the man and woman that Harry had seen entering Sirius' house. They sat next to Helga and took out some papers. Remus came over and hugged him, smiling from a face devoid of scars or wrinkles.
“When they said you were coming, I started to have hope. Helga will explain. How are you?”
“I'm fine, for someone who's dead. How should I be?” Harry snarked.
“Well, everything here is about mental and emotional. You can't get sick, but you could be down.” Remus smiled sadly.
“I guess I should be happy, since I've found Sirius, but all of those people that are suffering because I didn't beat Voldemort.”
“Mr. Lupin, if you could join us?” Helga called. Only one seat was left open, next to her, so Remus took it and Harry returned to his seat, between Sirius and Fred. “Now, I know everyone here, but Mr. Potter does not. Introduce yourself and explain your exception. Start with Remus.”
“Remus John Lupin . . . I'm in a coma, so not completely dead.”
The woman next to him patted his hand and looked up. “Alice Mary Perevell Longbottom. I'm suffering from extended use of Cruciatus curse.”
“Franklin Neville Longbottom. Same as my wife.”
Harry was staring open-mouthed and Sirius nudged him. The next man, who had looked familiar to him, spoke up. “Regulus Arcturus Black. I was eaten by inferi.”
“He's your brother?” Harry whispered but before Sirius could answer, Helga cleared her throat. “Sorry.”
“All of your questions will be answered, Harry.” Remus assured him.
“Yes, Mr. Potter. Sirius and I are brothers.” Regulus said and Harry looked down while his cheeks burned. He had never liked being corrected in public.
The next man cleared his throat and Harry looked up. Without the prosthetics, and with less strain from life, the man was hardly recognizable. “Allistair Moody. Killed by Avada Kadavra.” and they continued around.
“Colin Samuel Creevey . . I'm in a coma, too.”
“Fredrick Marshall Weasley. Coma.”
“Eh, Harry James Potter. Killing curse.”
“Technically, you have been obliterated.” Helga offered.
“Oh.”
“Sirius Orion Black. Killing curse and fall through the veil in the department of mysteries.”
“I thought that had been destroyed.” Alice asked and Helga shook her head slowly.
“There were necessities that required its continuing. It will be destroyed, when we are done with it. Continue.”

“Cedric Daniel Diggory. Killing curse.”
Next to Cedric, there was an elderly couple and a younger man. They had been shifting uneasily while everyone spoke and now the older man sat up straight. “I am Benjamin Riddle and this is my wife Carolyn and my son Tom. We were attacked by a young man claiming to be my grandson.”
Helga spoke up. “You were victims of the killing curse, Mr. Riddle. The young man is the cause of a lot of people being here.”
“I'm sorry.” the younger Riddle said. “I didn't know that Merope was pregnant.” He turned to the girl next to him and she frowned. She put her hand on his and sat up.
“Merope Eloise Gaunt Riddle. I died from complications due to improper care during my pregnancy. I lost a lot of blood and ran out of blood replenishing potion.”
Next to her was an old woman who put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a big hug. “Bathilda Bagshot. I was eaten by a snake.”
Next was Gideon and his brother, then Charity Burbage and Edgar Bones. After them, there were two young girls who giggled a lot.
“I'm Ariana Elise Marie Claire Dumbledore and this is my friend Myrtle. I died at my brother's hand and she was killed by a basillisk. We don't know why we're here, though.”
Helga was next, and she took Myrtle's hand and smiled at her. “You were a tragic victim, but necessary to aid Mr. Potter and his friends in destroying the horcrux that Tom made out of your death. Now, we'll need all the help we can get, to correct the damage done to the world. Yes, I said the world. This is out of hand, and spans the globe, but to begin, we must save Britain. Now, I was known as Helga Hufflepuff, as well as a few other names. As Helga, I was killed by a dark curse from a wizard named Mordollin. He caught all four of us with it and tried to take over our school. He was unsuccessful due to our special wards. Rowena had reinforced them just before she was cursed.”
Her eyes stayed on Harry the entire time and when silence had taken over the room, and held it for many seconds, she held up a hand and spread her fingers. A glow rose from them, suffusing the table and all of its inhabitants. “Today, we must discuss returning an expedition of exceptions to life. You have all been held here for this purpose and now that a guide has arrived, it is time to leave.”
Just then, the door opened and Maisey popped her head in. “Late arrival, Helga. Should I send her in?”
“Of course. Just in time.” The door opened the rest of the way and Hermione stood there, looking lost and awed by everything around her. Harry ran the circle of chairs and pulled her into a tight hug.
“Now, just a few more, and we'll be a force to recon with.” Helga said with a smile and looked around the table.

Buttercup: As you can see, I had other plans for Hermione.
Delia Cerrano: Thank you. I try to keep it interesting, and some of my thoughts are a big extreme, so it's nice to hear that I'm not driving anyone away. Hope this met up with your expectations.
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