WARNING! THIS IS A DARK DARK DARK STORY. IT CONTAINS RAPE, KIDNAPPING, ABORTION, MISCARRIAGE, MURDER, AND JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING EVIL THAT WOULD COME WITH A WORLD RAN BY VOLDEMORT! IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING, TURN AROUND NOW! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ…THEN DON'T! IF YOU READ BEYOND THIS POINT AND ARE DISTURBED BY WHAT YOU READ…WELL YOU CAN ALWAYS LEAVE. DO NOT SPAM ME WITH HORRIBLE REVIEWS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HEAD THIS WARNING!

This was not the way her life was supposed to go! But here she was, curled up in a ball on the filthiest mattress she had ever seen, in a small dungeon cell with little or no light. She had a small window to her right, sure! But it was a magic window made for underground spaces. It had to be charmed to change from night to day. And her master, if you could call him that, refused to allow much light. No the window usually remained dark unless HE wanted her to see some vial act he was about to force her to commit with him.

The war had ended the night the death eaters stormed the castle. From the bits and pieces she had gathered, Draco Malfoy was supposed to end Dumbledore's life that night. And if he were to fail, Snape was to take his place. But apparently Voldemort trusted no one, not even his most loyal servant. Instead he himself appeared on the tower and took matters into his own hands, killing first the Headmaster and Harry soon after. The chaos of the battle left so much unknown, it wasn't until she was standing naked in a room full of Death Eaters waiting to be sold to the highest bidder that she found her two best friends had been killed.

Not only did she lose Ron and Harry, but Ginny, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, all dead! Luna was also captured and sold to some pureblood family along with other unfortunate students. Hermione hoped that her fate was better than her own, but she doubted as much. Poor Luna was probably dead by now! Probably fed to Greyback at the first opportunity!

She herself had been gifted directly by Voldemort to Peter Pettigrew with strict instructions to break her to expose all of the orders secrets in hopes of rounding up the remaining order members.

That was six months ago, and today she had to admit to herself that he was winning that battle. One look in the small cracked mirror above her always dripping sink showed a ghost of her former self. Cheek bones sunk in, collarbone and ribs sticking out. She had a layer of dirt and grease to her body and hair that was thick enough to make a candle. Well at least if she caught on fire she would be able to feel some warmth creep into her bones!

Hermione turned on the sink as far as the taps wound allow, which was a small trickle. Shakily she used both hands to scoop up a small amount, bringing it to her mouth for a drink. She repeated the action but this time she splashed it onto her face to attempt to clear some of the filth from her face, a useless effort. She turned the knob and switched the water back off, even the sound of the water running was enough to set her nerves to a panic. Stepping across the room she set on her dirt caked mattress, grabbing the itchy green blanket she wrapped it around her shoulders and leaned back against the wall.

She could hear voices upstairs. Someone was angry. Yelling and the occasional scream followed by loud booms and crashes. Finally after what she determined to be an hour, all was quiet. She was never sure where she was exactly. At first she assumed Malfoy Manor, but she had heard Pettigrew say more than once when he left her that he had business to attend to at the Manor, which was now the residence of Voldemort himself.

She heard his laugh just a few seconds before the creak of the basement door and a dim light filled her cell.

"Oy, Mudblood! Stand and present yourself to your master!" Pettigrew shouted as he closed the basement door, turning on the small red light bulb that hung in the center of the dungeon, cascading its angry red glow and low hum over the room and descending the stairs. This was a favorite saying of his. He repeated it every night. At first she would resist, choosing instead to remain seated or lying on her mattress. But they always resulted in further torture. Better to do as he said and let him have his way, that way he was finished quicker and would leave her to her own again.

Standing quietly, Hermione made her way to the middle of her cell. She put her head down and clasped her hands at her waist before answering, "Yes master!"

Pettigrew was unbuttoning his trousers before he was half way down the stairs. By the time he had reached the bottom, he had his belt in his hand. Standing before her, he used his free hand to lift her head, forcing her to face him.

"You're in for a treat tonight, Muddy! Unfortunately, I have angered our Lord. I was punished tonight. This gave me an idea for you!" His rat like lips twisted into an evil grin showing off his yellow mismatched teeth. It was no wonder Peter turned into a rat, he certainly resembled one in human. "Stand over by the sink!"

Hermione did as she was told. Too numb in her mind to really question or care what was about to happen. He had ideas frequently; usually they involved one sexual act or another. Standing in front of the sink, she ran her hands around its rounded edges. She could hear his rapid breathing and the dripping of the sink. Standing there she looked in the mirror and could see him standing behind her, still smiling wickedly.

"Pull up your robes girl!" Pettigrew snarled. Hermione could see a small budge in his pants beginning to grow. Whatever he had planned, it was certainly turning him on. Hermione gathered her nightgown like robes in her hands and went back to holding the sink. Pettigrew used one finger and pulled down her undergarments, throwing them in a pile to the side. "Now we begin! Not a sound girl! Not a sound! For every whimper you make, that's one more punishment you receive!" he chuckled to himself.

Hermione looked away from his eyes, closing her own and took a deep breath. She felt his finger rubbing her slit. She winced when his finger hit her nub. There was no pleasure there. Never was. She turned that part of her body off, it wasn't something she was willing to share with him. He continued to rub her for a few more seconds before sliding his middle finger into her. She winced but remained quiet. Without any warning, Pettigrew removed his finger. Her relief was short lived, within a minute the first blow from his leather belt struck her right on her left butt cheek. Despite her trained manor and self-control, Hermione cried out!

This was enough for Pettigrew though, laughing he responded by telling her to prepare herself. She would be receiving more punishment after this, "50 lashes and then the fun begins!"

Hermione did not allow herself to cry out again. 1. 2. 3…35. 36. 37…48.49. 50! She took her beating as gracefully as she possibly could. Peter dropped the belt onto the floor behind her, "Turn around!" he instructed breathing heavily. Hermione let go of the sink and allowed her robes to drop back to their place. Looking down she could see blood, at least she thought it was blood, running down the floor to the drain in the corner. She followed it with her eyes for a moment before snapping back to his face. His grin was gone. An evil look of hatred replaced it.

"To your knees bitch!" He grabbed her shoulder and shoved her roughly to the floor. Her knees made contact with the cold concrete sending a sharp pain through her knee. Before she could even process the pain Pettigrew grabbed her hair roughly and forced himself inside of her mouth. He fucked her mouth over and over. Hermione gagged at the taste. She tried to disconnect herself from the pain and the humiliation. She wasn't a virgin when she was given to Pettigrew, but her sexual experiences were certainly far and few in between. Sure she had done this exact same thing with Krum, she had made out with a few boys in her year. She had lost her virginity to a muggle the summer before her sixth year. They hadn't been dating, it was more of an, I might die so I want to know what sex is, thing.

Thankfully Peter never lasted long. A few more thrust and he emptied himself into her mouth forcing her to swallow. Her eyes watered at the bitterness of it. He didn't even give her a minute to compose herself before he grabbed her roughly off the floor and forced her onto the mattress. He forced her legs apart and placed his head between her legs. Hermione watched him wide eyed! He had never attempted this before, no one had! It wasn't something she wanted from him. She could feel her heart pound as she put her head back and looked up at the ceiling, focusing on the red light bulb. Hell! That's where she was! She was dead and in Hell! What had she done so wrong in her life to deserve this? She felt his tongue touch her slit, up and down and then inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself anywhere else but here. Suddenly he pulled up and pulled her to him, entering her roughly. A few trusts later and he was done. He pulled out and tossed her to the side roughly slamming her head into the wall. For a second her eyes went fuzzy. She turned and watched as he redressed and exited her cell, making sure to lock her back in before heading up the stairs. He never forgot! He stopped long enough to toss her the usual potion. Grinning he watched as her eyes widened when she realized what he had thrown her.

"Antibiotic, to prevent infection from the lashings. No contraceptive potion from now on!" he wheezed at her.

Hermione's mouth dropped open as she looked at him in panic, "But, if I don't take it then…"

"Then you will bare me an heir!" Pettigrew laughed at her bewildered expression and tear filled eyes. Before he could taunt her again, a loud voice boomed from above.

"Pet-ta-GREWWWWW!" the voice bellowed!

Pettigrew flinched, "Coming my Lord!" and with that he scrambled up the stairs, forgetting to turn the light off in his hast. He hadn't gotten the dungeon door all the way closed when Hermione saw a green light. Hermione hadn't even heard the spell. Pettigrew fell down the stairs hitting every single one on his decent before landing dead at the bottom, his lifeless rat like face staring right at her.

Hermione began to shake all over. Whoever just killed Pettigrew was likely no friend of hers. She was probably the next victim. She cowered into the wall and wedged herself between the sink and toilet.

"No sign of the Mudblood upstairs my Lord!" a higher pitched voice called.

"Of course the girl would not be upstairs Avery! Check the dungeon you imbecilic!" she heard the voice which she had now identified as Voldemort respond. So they had come for her. But why? What did they want with her? Suddenly the door to the dungeon was flung all the way open.

"Here she is!" An unknown death eater responded. The door to her cell opened with the wave of his hand. "Come here girl!" Hermione refused to move. She whimpered and felt the tears run down her face.

"I said come here!" he bellowed again. Hermione couldn't have stood if she tried. Her legs felt like jelly. In her position she could still feel the after effects of Pettigrew's last attack on her running down her legs. The death eater made a grab for her as she screamed. Flinging herself backwards, her head made contact forcefully with the pipe to the toilet and everything went black!