A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first fic, so go easy on me. This first chapter has an explicit non con scene, so if you're sensitive to that kind of thing, please don't read. It will be a multi-chapter monster, I've had this story in my head for a while now. Please review! Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1: Malfoy Manor

"Tell me how you got the sword! What else did you take from my vault?" Bellatrix Lestrange spat in Hermione Granger's face as she pinned her down.

The young witch was unable to move, to wiggle away from the sadist who was currently torturing her. For the first time since she, Harry, and Ron went on the run she was genuinely scared. This was different from the Department of Mysteries. She was well and truly alone, the only people who could help were trapped in the Malfoy's cellar.

"I don't know! I swear!" Hermione pleaded. Any other time Bellatrix would have been elated to hear her begging, but not today. If the Dark Lord knew that Potter had gained access to her vault, he would murder her on the spot.

"Maybe a round of the Cruciatus will loosen that filthy, lying tongue of yours, mudblood," Bellatrix screamed, spit flying everywhere. "Crucio!"

Hermione had never felt such pain in her entire life. She tried not to scream, but shouts escaped her open mouth anyway. Her blood felt as if it were on fire and her fingers dug into the plush sheepskin rug in the Malfoy's drawing room.

"How did you like that, hmm?" Bellatrix jabbed her wand into Hermione's side after lifting the curse. "I'll ask you once more. What else did you take from my vault?" Hermione coughed and lifted her head defiantly. This is it. I am going to die here.

"I don't know," Hermione signed her death warrant right there. Bellatrix's face screwed up in anger.

"Have it your way! Crucio!"

The curse was unrelenting. Hermione lost control of her bladder, her urine staining the white rug.

"Enough Bella. It is time to call the Dark Lord," Lucius Malfoy's face twisted up in disgust at the display in front of him. He never thought it would have come to this. Draco and Narcissa held each other beside him, glancing at him for guidance.

"No! If we call him now he will kill us all!" Bellatrix released the curse on Hermione, who attempted to crawl away, but was stopped by the pointed heel of Bellatrix's boot. Fear was written across the older witch's face.

"It matters not! Either way our lives are forfeit," Lucius pulled up his sleeve and began to touch his wand to the mark when he heard a bang.

The whole mansion shook with the force of an unseen impact. Lucius and Bellatrix glanced up at the same time to see Dobby dropping a crystal chandelier on their heads. Bellatrix snatched Hermione and darted out of the way. Harry Potter burst into the room followed by Ron Weasley. Bellatrix yanked a knife out of her boot and held it to Hermione's throat.

"Let her go!" Harry shouted, his wand trained on the mad witch. She cackled at his brashness.

"What are you going to do about it, Potter?"

Harry and Ron threw curses at the same time. Ron's hit Draco square in the chest, blasting him backwards. Narcissa screamed and fired a spell back at with the youngest Weasley boy. She was impressive, which came as a shock to Ron. He struggled to put up shields fast enough. Harry succeeded with stunning Lucius fast enough and turned to Bellatrix. She still had the knife pressed to Hermione's jugular.

"One more move and she's dead!" Bellatrix snarled, pushing the knife further into the soft flesh of Hermione's throat. Hermione whimpered. She looked at Harry, tears in her eyes. He could do nothing but look back.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed to him. Harry shook his head and trained his wand on Bellatrix. This wasn't happening. This could not be happening. Harry's arm trembled as he tried to think of something.

"Tick tock, Potter! Your little mudblood slut is about to die!" Bellatrix taunted.

"No!" Harry threw a stunner in her direction, which she easily blocked. Ron saw his chance. He lunged sideways at Bellatrix, knocking her and Hermione to the ground, her wand rolling across the drawing room. Bellatrix grabbed her knife and climbed on top of Ron. Just as she was about to plunge it into his chest, he disappeared.

"Ron? Ron!" Harry shouted. Dobby popped out of nowhere, and started tugging on Harry's sleeve.

"Dobby has Harry Potter's red friend! Come now with Dobby! We has to be leaving!" Dobby pleaded with Harry.

"Not without Hermione!"

"You is giving Dobby no choice!" Dobby grabs Harry's leg and disapparates, just as Bellatrix throws her knife in their direction. She smirks wickedly when it disappears with them. Lucius crawls out from underneath a pile of rubble, shaking debris out of his less than perfect blonde hair.

"What happened? Where did they go?" Lucius asked Bellatrix.

"It matters not, Lucius," Bellatrix mocked.

"What do you plan on doing with the mudblood?"

"Call the others. I'm sure they'll think of something," they both stared at Hermione's unconscious, dirt covered body.

Harry landed on the beach at Shell Cottage ten feet from Ron.

"Ron!"

"What happened? Where's Hermione? I was right by her and then it was like something bloody grabbed me and brought me here!" Ron looked as if he was about to cry. He had been so close to Hermione when Bellatrix had climbed on top of him. He just knew he was a goner. He had looked at Hermione's bruised face one last time, ready to die, before Dobby had gotten him out.

"It was Dobby. He brought us both here, he can go back and get Hermione. Dobby!" Harry looked around, frantic for the little house elf. He spotted him lying off in the sand, on his side. Harry and Ron ran over to him and saw that he was unmoving.

"Dobby?" Harry fell to his knees beside the creature. "Dobby, please," he shook his body, but nothing happened. Those large eyes only stared blankly at the gray sky.

"Harry," Ron choked out. "How are we supposed to get Hermione?"

Harry only looked at Ron.

"He did WHAT?!" Voldemort screamed at Bellatrix, who cowered at his towering, snakelike form.

"My Lord, it was not my fault! We were just about to call you when that stupid house elf intervened!"

"Bested by a house elf, Bella? You incompetent fool!" The Dark Lord backhanded her across the face. He stormed over to Hermione, still unconscious on the ground.

"Rennervate,"

Hermione shot up, gasping for air. When her eyes landed on Voldemort, she let out a blood curdling scream. He grabbed her by her jacket and lifted her closer to his face.

"Legelimens," he was in her mind in an instant. He rifled through her thoughts, looking for anything that had to do with Bellatrix's vault and what was hidden inside.

Hermione managed to find that last bit of inner strength and her Occlumency shields slammed down. All those sleepless nights at Grimmauld Place reading Occlumency books finally paid off. Voldemort pushed hard against them, but they would not budge. He scanned along the outside of the barrier Hermione had set up, but he could not find a single crack. Her shield was perfect. Voldemort shot a stunner at Hermione and she was knocked out again.

"Greyback!"

"Yes, My Lord?"

"I hope you're hungry."

Severus Snape was not a happy man. Hogwarts was closed and he relished the free time he now had. Apart from worrying about bloody Potter and his idiotic friends, of course. His mark started burning as he was reading the Daily Prophet and he wasted no time summoning his robes and mask and Apparating to the Dark Lord's side.

He stormed through the halls of Malfoy Manor, stumbling across the drawing room. He stopped in his tracks. What the fuck happened here? The entire room was destroyed, broken glass and rubble strewn about. He hesitantly made his way to where he knew the Dark Lord would be waiting.

"Ah, Severus. So lovely of you to join us," the Dark Lord hissed at him. All of the Death Eaters were present behind him, which was not normal. Whenever he was summoned there were only few present; Bella, Cissy, and Lucius usually. The fact that all of the Dark Lord's minions were present was not good. "As I'm sure you've noticed, we had a bit of an… altercation here today," Snape remained silent, unmoving.

"Lucius has failed me yet again. However, we were left with one little prize." The Dark Lord swept his robes to the side and Snape was presented with Hermione Granger. He hadn't seen the irritating little swot in almost a year. If she was here, then Potter and Weasley must not be far behind…

"Potter and Weasley managed to escape," Bellatrix flinched at his words, for they were surely directed at her. "But the mudblood is still here. She is alive, for now. Her death will be a major blow to Potter, no doubt. My loyal followers!" He clapped his scaly hands together. The congregation all turned their attention to him. "She is all yours." The men all hooted and hollered, grinning from ear to ear. Clearly, they were excited to have a new toy to play with. Snape felt his stomach roll. He had to do something, anything.

"My Lord, did you not attempt to invade her mind? Seek out any useful information?" The Dark Lord's smile disappeared.

"You dare, Severus? Crucio!" Snape fell to the ground. By this point he was a pro at not making a sound, even after multiple bouts of the Cruciatus. He simply twisted on the ground, his body curling itself into a tight ball, until the Dark Lord lowered his wand.

"My loyal followers!" he turned away from Snape. "Do what you please with this mudblood filth!" Greyback was the first on Hermione, yanking her body over his shoulder and carrying her off, much to the delight of his brothers. Snape rolled onto his back, staring up at the Dark Lord.

"Go, Severus. Even though you may not be able to participate in what your brothers have planned, I still expect you to be present."

"Yes, my Lord." Snape shoved himself off the ground and hobbled after Greyback and the others.

Hermione gasped. Her eyes shot open. Vision blurry, she stared up at the white ceiling. Is this Heaven? She tried to lift an arm, but it fell limp onto the mattress. Mattress? Where am I? She slowly sat up. She was surrounded by Death Eaters. They were on all sides of her, all wearing those black robes and silver masks. Everywhere she looked, there was a Death Eater. There was no way out. She was on some sort of weird bed in the middle of the room, unable to even see an exit.

"Hello, love," a deep voice snarled at her. "Remember me?" She recognized that voice. Dolohov. The Department of Mysteries. Fuck. The rest of the Death Eaters removed their masks.

"Unfortunately, I do," Hermione narrowed her eyes at him as he slowly advanced. He trailed his fingertips up her arm. She fought the urge to smack him.

"Still feisty, I see. Boy, are we going to have some fun with you," Dolohov laughed.

What is he talking about? With a snap of his fingers, her clothes were gone. No. Not this. Anything but this. Hermione immediately went to cover herself, but Dolohov was faster. He was on top of her in a flash.

"No! Get off of me! Please!" She begged to no avail. He was already unzipping his pants and pressing her down into the soft mattress with his body weight.

"So soft…" He ran his mouth along her neck, pinning her hands above her head. She jerked and twisted when his lips made contact with the sensitive skin near her shoulder. He grabbed both of her wrists with one large palm and trailed his other hand down the length of her body, to the curls in between her thighs. He slipped a finger down further into her entrance, feeling a barrier.

"A virgin, too!" Some Death Eaters laughed and jeered, others whined in disappointment that they would not be the first to enter this witch.

Hermione struggled against his hand, which only excited him further. Once she was wet enough to his liking, he shoved his hard length in her body. She let out a blood curdling scream as he began to thrust, giving her no time to adjust.

After a few minutes of his thrusting, Hermione stopped struggling. She let her body go limp as Dolohov rutted on top of her. She would not give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle and hearing her scream. Hermione turned her head away from Dolohov's face and made eye contact with Severus Snape. Oh, god. He's here. Snape caught her eyes briefly. Maybe he'll help me… Her mouth opened in shock and she started crying silently as he turned away. With one final thrust, Dolohov emptied himself inside of her.

"Who's next?" Dolohov cackled after doing up his pants.

Hermione lay there for a moment, trying to imagine she was anywhere else. She could feel his issue dripping out of her. She reached a hand down the juncture of her thighs and felt his sticky release coating her legs. No. No, no, no. She had to make a run for it. Without even thinking, she hopped off of the bed and ran to a corner of the room, only to be stopped and dragged right back to the mattress now stained with her blood.

"Carrow! Your turn!" Dolohov shouted.

Amycus Carrow rubbed his hands together in glee as he made his way over to Hermione. His sister, Alecto, watched on with her arms crossed and hatred on her face. Hermione, still being held down by a random young Death Eater, glared at Carrow's ugly face. He reached out a hand and traced her lips.

"I bet they'd feel wonderful around my cock," he leered. Hermione jumped and bit his finger hard, blood squirting out of the end. He stumbled back, screaming in pain. "You bloody bitch!" He punched her square in the face. She could instantly feel her eye swelling and bruising. The blows did not stop. Carrow kept punching Hermione wherever he could. Her stomach, her ribs, her face. Nothing was off limits. After letting his anger out, he climbed on top of her and thrust hard into her unwilling body. Blood trickled down her throat, pooling in her esophagus. She lifted her head up, so she would not choke as Carrow thrust wildly.

It continued like this for an hour. One by one, Death Eaters would take their turns using Hermione. They would bite and scratch and violate. After a while she stopped counting altogether. Peter Pettigrew walked forward after Yaxley finished, intent on having a go. Hermione gave him the nastiest look she could muster as he leaned over top of her. Not him. Anyone but him. Just as he was about to press his dirty, rotten mouth onto hers, Hermione's knee swiftly came up, hitting him directly in the groin. She turned her face and braced herself for his slap. Snape made eye contact with her for the second time that night. She could have sworn she saw his lips twitch. The blow never came. Instead, Pettigrew wrapped his silver hand around her throat and squeezed. The air supply to her brain was quickly shut off and her vision became blurry.

"Oi! Don't kill her yet! I haven't had a go!" A random in the crowd shouted.

Pettigrew reluctantly let go and stormed off. Limped, rather.

"Draco should have a turn!" Bellatrix shouted from her vantage point. "Go on, nephew. Get your revenge on the mudblood who had bested you for years." Narcissa shot Bellatrix the dirtiest look she could muster. Rookwood grabbed him by his year and led him to Hermione. Draco looked nauseous.

"Go on, boy!" Rookwood clapped him on his shoulder. Draco reluctantly began palming himself through his trousers. Hermione tried her hardest to make eye contact with him. I hate you, you little blonde prick.

"I – I don't think I can," Draco whined. He shoved his whole hand down the front of his trousers jerking himself off, but he could not get an erection with Granger looking at him like that. The crowd booed and Lucius yanked Draco back in line.

"I guess I should continue what was interrupted earlier, shouldn't I?" Bellatrix strode forward. "My dearest sister let me borrow her knife, since mine is buried in the heart of Harry Potter," Hermione thrashed on the bed.

"You're lying!"

"Am I?" Bellatrix laughed. She pulled Narcissa's matching knife from around her back and grabbed Hermione's arm. "Now's the time to start begging, mudblood."

"Fuck you," Hermione would not let her have this victory.

Bellatrix smirked and dug the knife into the skin of Hermione's forearm.

"Not so tough now, are you girly?" Hermione could feel every letter Bellatrix was carving into her flesh. "This just might be my masterpiece." Bellatrix admired her work from afar.

"That's it! I've waited long enough!" Greyback snarled and bounded forward, ready to take his turn. "You look delicious," he enjoyed the way she shivered in disgust. One thrust and he was seated all the way inside of Hermione. He was huge, she could feel herself practically tearing. As she began to lose consciousness, she looked at Snape. One of her blood and grime covered hands reached out toward him.

"Please," she gasped before her world went black.

He was stunned. Seeing her little hand reach out for him almost caused him to start retching right there. I am truly damned. There was nothing he could do to get her out of here, to stop her misery. He had never felt more worthless in his whole life. Hermione Granger was insufferable but she did not deserve this. All of these monsters relished her struggles and her whimpers but he was revolted. Still, I am no better than this filth.

As Greyback roared during his climax, Snape watched the girl. He looked for any signs of life. He saw none.

"Now, time for a little snack," Greyback lowed his sharp teeth to her flesh.

"Stop," Snape saw his opportunity to strike.

"Oh, don't tell me you wanna have a go? You can't even get it up!" Greyback turned to Hermione again.

"The Dark Lord ordered me to dispose of her corpse. As you can see, she is clearly on her way out. Now if you wouldn't mind…" Snape strode forward and levitated Hermione's naked and battered body off of the semen covered mattress.

"This is bullshit, Snape! He said I could have her!" Greyback shouted.

"Call it what you want, Greyback. Would you really like to question the Dark Lord?"

Snape swiftly levitated Hermione through the winding halls of Malfoy Manor. Once he made it to the gate, he dropped her body into his arms and disapparated on the spot.