Disclaimer, I don't own Harry Potter or the ideas similar to NumeralNerd's story, so enjoy! Just a warning, this doesn't follow canon. This story is also rated M for a reason. There will be violence, torture, noncon. However, I do hope you all enjoy! That being said, I'd also like to thank MrsBates93 for being a wonderful beta! You rock!
Hermione Granger always looked forward to being home with her family for the summer. It was the only time of the year that she actually got any peace. Being best friends with Harry Potter did have some downsides, and that would be all the trouble the trio would get into.
But summertime was a time of peace, a time where there was no one to judge Hermione or criticize her every move. No, summertime was the time she could spend with her parents. Time that she knew was running out, making every moment precious.
The wizarding world was getting worse with every passing day. Voldemort was gaining more power, which was starting to frighten everyone. At the end of last year, people finally began to see that He existed. The Minister himself had his eyes opened. But it didn't make a difference. People were still in doubt, still afraid. And innocent people were getting hurt. Every day she checked the paper to see who else has gone missing.
Her thoughts drifted to the Order. From the looks of things, they weren't doing so well. Hermione knew that good would triumph over evil in the end, but she was starting to have her doubts. How many people would die before it was all over? How many more families had to be torn apart before they could begin to heal? She shook her head, wishing the terrible thoughts would go away.
She needed to go for a walk. Hermione went to the kitchen, leaving a note for her parents. They had gone to the grocery store earlier and she didn't want them to return home to find her missing. She wouldn't worry them over nothing.
Hermione walked down the street, looking at the neighbourhood. Despite this being the place where she lived, the place where she grew up, Hermione couldn't help but feel disconnected. She didn't belong here anymore, and this saddened her.
Continuing down the street, she glanced up at a light blue house. A girl named Maggie used to live here. They used to play together when they were younger, often going to the park down the street. However, their friendship had ended when Hermione left to go to Hogwarts. The two of them had tried being friends, but it was hard. Eventually, they had drifted apart.
She made her way to the park and sat down on a bench. The wind blew around her, causing a few curls to escape from her bun. She tucked the loose tendrils behind her ear, her thoughts moving towards Ron and Harry.
She missed them, hoping they both were all right. Hermione had a small crush on Ron, but it seemed that with every passing day the crush diminished. Ron was a really nice boy, but he just wasn't that smart. In fact, he was rather hot headed, often running into things head first without thinking things through. He never stopped to think about the consequences of his actions, something that bothered Hermione greatly.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a hand pressed over her mouth. "Don't move if you want to live," a deep voice growled behind her.
She froze, not wanting to anger her captor. "Let's go." Inwardly, she was cursing herself for leaving her wand at home. She was in the middle of a War for Merlin's sake! How could she have been so stupid?
Hermione felt a tug below her naval, knowing at once they were Apparating. Her heart was beating fast, feeling as if it was going to beat right out of her chest. Where was her captor taking her?
She threw her head back, pleased when she heard the sound of something breaking. Breaking free of his grip, she turned to face her captor. He looked as if he was in his late twenties, with piercing blue eyes and black hair.
"What do you want from me?" She asked, trying to back away but froze when she felt her back hit a wall. Her breathing was ragged. She couldn't remember ever being this afraid before.
He smirked, "Don't worry pet. I won't hurt you, as long as you do as I say."
She shook her head. Whatever he wanted, she wasn't going to give it to him.
He advanced towards her, his body pressed up against hers. The scent of peppermint filled her nostrils.
Hermione tried to fight him, but it was hopeless. He pinned her arms above her head, grinning. "So Mudblood, care to tell me where your dear friend Potter is?"
Hermione shook her head, relieved she finally knew who he was looking for. "I'd never tell you, even if I knew."
He laughed, "Oh, you know alright. And I plan on getting it out of you one way or another."
She shook her head defiantly. She wouldn't betray her friends. Hermione ripped her hands free, and pushed him as hard as she could. She turned to run but he grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall, smashing her head into the hardwood floor.
Her hand moved to the back of her head, cringing when she felt it was wet. At once she knew she was bleeding.
The man moved towards her, stopping when he was practically on top of her. She groaned, the weight of his body was crushing her. She tried to move but she felt a shooting pain in her neck. She could feel the tears in her eyes and she struggled.
The monster grinned, "So Hermione, ready to tell me where Potter is?"
She shook her head. He punched her in the mouth, and immediately she could taste the blood. She tried to move, but his grip on her arm tightened. Her eyes widened in fear when she heard him unzip his pants. No… no he wouldn't…. he couldn't… she began to panic.
He began to tug at her clothes, ignoring Hermione's pleas for him to stop. He simply slapped her across the face, hard. "Stop fighting or this will be so much worse," he said with a growl. With a flick of his wand, she was bare before him.
"Ready to tell me where Potter is?" he asked, leering down at her.
Hermione shook her head, ignoring her tears. I will not cave. Harry will be safe.
"So be it," he said, his voice laced with venom. With a swift movement, he entered her, tearing through her barrier. Hermione screamed out in pain. He laughed, "Scream for me, my pet."
She did. She screamed until she thought her throat would bleed. Vaguely, Hermione wished she would die. She would rather be dead than go through this for another minute.
He finished quickly, releasing himself inside her.
Standing, he cleaned himself, summoning their clothes. "Anything to say now?"
She shook her head. He laughed. "Well, I'll take you home now. We don't want your precious friends to be suspicious. But mark my words girl, if you try to tell anyone, your parents will be dead before you even blink your eyes. And then you're friends, and then you. Got it?"
Hermione nodded, unable to even think. He gripped her head, pulling her upright. Hermione let out a shout of protest.
"Before we go, let me give you something." He grabbed Hermione and pulled up her shirt, revealing her stomach. He took out a small, silver knife and pressed it to her skin.
Hermione started screaming and tried to back away. She didn't want him to hurt her anymore. She tried to struggle, but he simply held her in her place and carved the letter D on her stomach.
With a twist she found herself in her backyard. "Tell anyone, and you're dead."
Hermione didn't look at him, she simply tore herself from his grasp. She ran into the house and into her room. Without thinking, she went into the shower, running the water as hot as it would go.
Hermione scrubbed as hard as she could, tearing the skin in some places. She couldn't get rid of the peppermint smell, or the feel of him. "Please," she whispered to herself, feeling like she was on the verge of hysterics… "Please!" she cried out, to no one in particular.
Feeling defeated, she collapsed. Hermione just sat there on the floor of the shower, letting the scalding hot water flow over her. She couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel it even if she wanted to. The tears poured down her face, mixing with the water and the blood.
She cried for herself, her family, and her friends.