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Caught Amongst the Damned	By : waterbender Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3360 -:- 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
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Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine...neither are the spells...or...well x.x just
about anything else...

*WARNING* NC-17 rating in strong use! Rape.

Author’s Note: this chapter is longer than any of the others have been...just so you
know...

Chapter Seven:

      Hermione’s eyes traveled quickly to the top of her house, where she saw the Dark
Mark glittering malevolently. Her nose burned with tears that refused to fall and as
she was lifting her foot to run inside, the air filled with a streaking red light that
rushed past her right ear. With a strangled gasp she turned and saw three men standing
in hooded black cloaks with masks covering their faces. She reached for her wand, but
had less than a second to react. One of the Death Eaters had brandished his wand at
her and had yelled, “stupefy!” A flash of red light burst and Hermione was hit square
in the chest.

      There was a cold breeze blowing, harshly caressing Hermione’s cheek. She tried
to open her eyes, but couldn’t. She tried to move, but found ropes were binding her.
She tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat. Despite all this, she could
still hear...

      Voices carried with the wind, many of them, all of them a garble of mindless,
non-sense chatter...nothing made sense in Hermione’s mind, everything was cloudy...she
wanted to drift back to sleep...had she been asleep? She wasn’t sure...why was she
tied up...? Why couldn’t she see...? Had she gone blind...? She mused to herself,
almost content as she was, snuggling a place for herself in the cold dirt that she
rested on. Perhaps here there was peace, she thought almost idly, wishing herself back
into the non-existence of her dreams.

      Someone moved beside her, pulling a little on her consciousness, she could feel
warm robes brush against her arm, but she didn’t care...she didn’t want to
move...everything was blissfully empty in her mind...until she heard a clear voice
that snapped her attention back to reality, back to the harsh, cold wind, to the ropes
binding her, to the fact that she couldn’t see or scream... A cold, cruel voice was
speaking and all other sound stopped...

      Hermione couldn’t make out what was being said, but she had a panic-stricken
assumption as to whom the voice belonged... She tried with all her might to move, to
see, to do anything...she knew her eyes were open, she could feel the air stinging her
eyeballs, but still she saw nothing. Only vaguely did she notice that her eyes were
watering...how long had she been unconscious?

      With extreme effort she managed to roll onto her side and she noticed that this
brought laughter from the people...Death Eaters? They had to be...and a cold, cruel
laugh from none other than Lord Voldemort. When the laughter had died and Hermione had
managed to push herself up onto her knees, someone else began to speak...she
recognized the voice...she’d heard it before...a woman was speaking... Still, Hermione
couldn’t decipher what was being said, but from the tone of the woman’s voice, she was
giving a report. When she finished speaking there was silence, a very long, very drawn
out silence...

      A sick sort of prickling attacked Hermione’s skin and the smell of pure death
filled her nostrils...she could feel it...he was very close to her...She felt long,
cold fingers run along her cheek, then a firm hand grasp at her chin and pull her face
up. Voldemort spoke again and this time she could make out what he was saying...

      “This is her, then...the filthy mudblood he’s so attached to...” His cold, high
voice was filled with disgust, and met with a murmur of agreement from few. Perhaps
most chose to stay quiet, unaware of what he meant...He could only be talking about
Harry...Hermione suffered a sharp pang somewhere in the region of her stomach...they
must be unaware that she was forever banned from his side...

      “Very good...” Voldemort mused. He let go of Hermione’s chin and moved away.
“Very good...” There was a pause, then a snap of fingers. Hermione could see.

      She looked around quickly and found that she was in the center of a large circle
of cloaked and hooded figures. Voldemort was walking away from her and a very large
snake was curled up just inside the circle, directly in front of her. She couldn’t
tell where they were, only that it was horribly and utterly deserted...

      “Well,” snapped Voldemort. “You know what to do.”

      Another voice spoke up, this one Hermione knew far too well...it sent a shiver
down her spine. “Yes, My Lord.” She looked around desperately and saw a tall figure
fall into a kneeling bow before rising and walking to the center of the circle. She
watched him, praying he was coming to take her away...But he stopped not two feet from
her and kneeled down, his mask drawn over his face so she could only see his dark,
cold eyes. He didn’t do anything, he just stared at her...glared at her...

      Hermione looked around, her heart beating wildly against her ribs...something
was defintely, horrifically wrong...Every face was turned toward the center and all
was silent...Voldemort was sitting in a throne-like chair next to the snake, reclined
with his chin propped in his hand as if he were about to watch a sporting event, very
relaxed... A grin spread across his thin mouth and he snapped his fingers. Hermione
was no longer bound by ropes...

      She went to move, but was grabbed by a pair of strong hands and held in place.
She looked back to the Death Eater in front of her, her eyes filling with tears of
utmost fright. Her heart was beating faster and she began to feel slightly dizzy. Now
a sort of quiet chanting began to spread throughout the watching Death Eaters.

      Hermione looked around at them before her gaze fell back to Voldemort. He still
looked very calm...very at ease...this scared Hermione more than almost anything
else...A corner of his mouth lifted into an unmistakable smirk and Hermione felt her
voice return to her, but lacked all sense to use it, despite its return, her voice was
still trapped in her throat. Something happened almost instantly, though, that made
her scream...

      Her clothes were dematerializing and she felt cold, hard hands against the newly
bared flesh of her arms. Goose bumps rose over her skin as the cold wind hit her and
she felt extremely faint as blood rose to the surface of her skin in a mortified
blush. The chanting of the Death Eaters grew louder and Hermione looked around
quickly, becoming dizzy because she could no longer focus on anything so far away.
Instead her gaze came to rest on the Death Eater holding her and found that his eyes
were locked with hers...

      Perhaps in her feeble attempts to search her mind for any way of escape she
imagined it, but she thought for the briefest moment the Death Eater’s gaze was
apologetic...but she must’ve been wrong, very, very wrong... His eyes were as cold and
hard as the hands that gripped her and he moved swiftly closer...the chanting became
louder, faster, much more energetic...Hermione felt the Death Eater press firmly
against her, his hands now on her wrists...when had they moved?!

      Hermione tried desperately to back up, screaming when an arm snaked its way
around her waist to hold her against the body of the Death Eater...Her heart was
beating in her ears, drowning out the sounds emitting from the circle and it was with
a rush of utter terror and realization that she felt something hard pushing through
robes of the Death Eater against her stomach...A strangled cry grasped its way from
her mouth as she tried desperately, with all her might, to pull away, understanding
dawning...she broke out in a cold sweat and felt sick to her stomach...tears were
streaming down her cheeks in unbroken lines, but she couldn’t free herself from his
grasp...

      Very suddenly, in a dizzying motion, Hermione was laying flat on her back. She
could feel herself exposed...she was shaking uncontrollably and though she was not
properly bound, she found she could not force her limbs to move... The chanting of the
Death Eaters was deafeningly loud now, attacking her ears as the Death Eater near her
crawled over her....he was still clothed...A dim, faint ray of light peaked on her
horizon...maybe...no...with the beating of her heart increased, the faintness of her
mind....beyond all that Hermione could feel the robes billowing onto her
disappear...she could feel flesh against her own and her tears fell faster...she began
sobbing as fear encompassed her...she found that she could not even bring herself to
look up at the face fo the man above her...as it surely must have been exposed...she
just didn’t care...

      A hand now pushed Hermione’s legs apart and Hermione found that she could no
longer scream...her stomach was torn to pieces and if she opened her mouth she’d
surely be sick...she was shaking harder than ever and her breath came in short gasps.
Two hands pressed down on her arms, pinning them to the ground...but she couldn’t move
anyway...she could feel cold sweat dripping down her body, her head was pounding with
faintness...maybe that would save her...maybe she would faint...but no...no, she just
wasn’t that lucky....

      A searing pain spread through her, one like she had never before experienced,
bringing her back from her faintness with a gasping cry. The pain pulsated between her
legs...she felt as if she had been ripped in two...her flesh had surely split...her
heart began to race at top speeds, again making her lightheaded, but this was now
coupled with extreme pain...She cried and sobbed on the outside, with not even enough
movement to scrape at the ground in protest, inside her head she screamed...

      There was a dry pounding, a scraping against her, both inside and out...the only
liquid was blood...nothing was smooth and every hard thrust made by the Death Eater
seemed to rip more of her open...it felt like a fire was spreading through her and
time seemed to act against her...it seemed the Death Eater had been thrusting madly
into her for hours, ever hit inside her seemed to bruise so that the next was more
excruciating...only vaguely did she feel nails clawing at her torso...had she been
asked at that exact moment, she couldn’t have told you exactly where her skin was
being shred...but she gained back movement...she could again hear the other Death
Eaters...she struggled...she tried to fight...but every movement made by her was met
with a harder thrust and much more pain...

      It seemed hours...her heart had never ceased its rapid beat...her breath
constantly caught in her lungs...the throbbing between her legs was unbearable and
seemed there was nothing to be met but an open wound...tears still rain freely down
her cheeks as the pain below traveled up...she tried to move away...she tried to get
away...to anywhere...anywhere would be better....she closed her eyes tightly, wishing
herself away...but the thrusting persisted...she was being cut and torn...every
movement sent flames through her...again hands had found their way to her wrists,
gripping them so tightly her flesh bruised...she cried....she found her voice and
screamed...she writhed...but this brought nothing but faster, frenzied thrusts....

      With every hit her back scraped the rocks on the ground...she kept her eyes
closed tight now, but somehow she still felt tears fall along her neck...between her
gasping sobs she tried one more time to move away...the hands on her wrists tightened
their grasp and she felt the body of the Death Eater against her, moving faster over
her...long hair fell against her face...his thrusts became, if it were at all
possible, harder...and faster....she could feel his hands on her arms tighten and was
losing the circulation to her hands...she swallowed back a cry as he moved almost
desperately over her and tried to dissolve into the ground when she felt him shudder
against her...with a final, horrible thrust he stopped moving...and with this
distraction gone...Hermione was very, very aware of the pain searing through her...of
the fire that had gathered...she prayed that he would not move, that he would cause
her no more pain....but was humiliated...mortified...at having him so close to her...

      It was with only a half seconds decision that she opened her tear clouded eyes
and strained to see who was atop her...instantly she wished she hadn’t....she wished
she’d kept her eyes tightly shut....she had known....she truly had...but with it
confirmed....even the mist of her tears could not blur out his face...and they fell
faster and harder now than they had at any point previously...
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