Few days had passed since the forced abortion she had to endure, Hermione felt numb except when she could see Thorfinn during her daily task, the day after Dolohov treatment she had to stay to bed the whole day, just to see Fluffy bringing her medecine, potion and some water.

The second day she had to start to work again, like a good house elf. She was doing her chore, trying to prove to Thorfinn that she was sorry, and she wanted to be a part of his house near him.

Not long enough for Hermione taste she had to see Dolohov again for his afternoon experiment, during and after those session she could see Thorfinn, everytime she wanted to talk to him and apologise, he would just leave the room.

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In the forest of Dean, Greyback's pack made his camp for the coming full moon while their Alpha was tracking the witch he planned to turn into one of their one very soon, the full moon always made Greyback very aware of his surrounding and much more lupine than human.

Fenrir was in his daily track of Potter's Mudblood since she disappeared of Malfoy Manor few weeks of that, he got really angry to know that one of Voldemort Soldier had taken her away from his pet and him, he had planned to play with her before eating her, but now she became something much more precious and turning her would be a good thing for him and his pack, protecting them from the resistance, and the repercussion of their coming attack following the announcement of her death made by Voldemort.

He could sense her never too far from Rowles Estate, meaning that she was somewhere inside the house, probably fucking Rowle and his friend the good doctor frankenstein, Dolohov, wondering what here last treatment was, and if she had been abused daily, started to make him very angry, he would wait the next full moon to deliver her from her suffering and he would reap apart Thorfinn Rowles and Antonin Dolohov for what the witch had to endure.

Making that promesses to himself, he watched as Dolohov buried a small white package smelling blood and the mudblood in the wood behind the house.

Leaving his hiding places after Dolohov departure, he moved to the fresh grave in the mud, he crashed it with his finger to discover a small very tiny, baby body, envelope in some white tissues, smelling it he could tell it was the mudblood unborn child, the body was looking like a three month old baby, anger rushed through his veins as he left with the body to bury it properly, not knowing what pushed him to do that, but he would gave her child a proper grave.

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For what felt weeks to Hermione, she could never be too sure about what would would come next for her. Another torture invention from Dolohov's sickened mind? Or another week of plain ignorance from Thorfinn ?

Never sure of what would come, Hermione always made sure to established some mental barrier in place. Her body was no longer her anymore, it would belong to Thorfinn Rowles, who would let his Best Friend borrow it from some experiment like he would use a laboratory rat.

That is how Hermione started to feel, a laboratory rat, her mind started to forget about what she was supposed to fight against and it would shudder in millions of pieces. Her unique constant thought was to please Thorfinn to earn his forgiveness about the bad action she made quite a few weeks ago.

But nothing she would was never enough, and she deeply wanted him to start to notice her and pamper her again, and she started to doubt it will happen again.

So she started to let herself drown away from the reality in a world of her own creation in which she was Thorfinn queen.

In her created reality, Hermione would always be having a typical good day who would start by Thorfinn waking her up by kissing her face, followed by a hot steamy shower sex session with her man.

Then they would have a huge English breakfast with Dolohov during which they would converses on different subject.

The next part of her morning would be of taking care of their son, pampering him and cuddling him until lunchtime.

After lunch time Thorfinn and her would spend the afternoon reading books and enjoying each other presence in the library until Dinner.

Dinner would always be spend with other Death Eater eating at their table.

And for finish she would have the best fuck of the life with her Husband before sleeping trying to make a small brother to their son.

And Hermione life was more different than that and she could not be more aware of that, but following for her and in her dream was more simple.

As she felt in the loophole of her dreamt reality, Hermione could not realise that her body was becoming her own created cell, and she was destroying it. Leaving bones and skin on it often bathed in urine and other body fluid.