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Note: I've edited this chapter a little to comply with portkey's requirements. Basically, it contains attempted rape and I'm hoping that it's current state is acceptable for portkey.
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"And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel."
Genesis 3:15
Chapter 8: At Malfoy Manor
Perhaps the largest manor in the wizarding world that existed was Malfoy Manor. In fact, it could probably be considered more like a small castle than a manor house. About half the size of Hogwarts, it was the second largest gathering spot of Death Eaters after Parselrock. It was a medieval style manor house with tapestries, paintings, large halls and chambers, ominous corridors, four stories, it's own Quidditch pitch, and an entire labyrinth of dungeons. However, it wasn't exactly a welcoming place and Hermione felt like she was a prisoner there.
Actually, she was. Hermione was locked up in her bedroom with no company what so ever. It was a small bedroom, with a four-poster, a soft green carpet, and its own bathroom. It was a little too small for anybody to live in, but since Hermione had no legs, it really didn't matter. She usually spent the entire day in bed and she received three meals a day. Her biggest problem was that she had to crawl to the bathroom on her arms: a very tiring and humiliating experience. She was still wearing the same nightgown, which she had been wearing when Draco had captured her.
Having nothing else to do, Hermione often cried silently for hours, or she would sleep and have peaceful dreams about being with Harry, whereupon she would let tears fall again. She knew that Draco would be coming for her one of these days when he deemed ready, and the thought frightened her. This was her darkest hour and the time she missed Harry the most.
Finally, about three days after Hermione's capture, someone entered her room. Hermione fearfully looked toward the door and screamed in terror. For the person whom had entered the room was none other than Lord Voldemort!
"Greetings, Hermione," said Volemort with a sinister grin on his face. "I trust that you know who I am."
Hermione was speechless. Her eyes were wide with fear and sweat started to build on her brow. Voldemort walked up to the bed. Hermione pulled her covers up higher and tried to back away. She caught sight of Lucius Malfoy and a blonde woman she didn't know standing in the doorway. She recoiled in horror as Voldemort gently stroked her cheek with his icy cold, spider like hand.
"There, there, little mudblood," said Voldemort. "You should be overjoyed considering what you have been chosen for."
"What?" whispered Hermione, still frightened.
"You, Hermione Granger, have been chosen to be the mother of my heir."
"WHAT?!" Hermione's yell wasn't enough to show how shocked and horrified she was.
"Now, now let me finish," said Voldemort. "You are to be the mother of my heir by young Draco Malfoy." This did not alleviate Hermione's horror. Lucius looked proud. "Icicle, why don't you explain this to Miss Granger?"
The blonde woman, Icicle nodded and stepped forward. "You see my little mudblood. Our master wishes to have a wizard by his side. An immensely powerful wizard whom would serve our master faithfully and take his place if anything should happen to him. Perhaps 'lieutenant' would be a better word than 'heir'."
Hermione simply stared at Icicle as the blonde woman started pacing back and forth in front of the bed.
"For some reason, incomprehensible to myself at least, a child between a pure blood and a muggle is more powerful than a pureblood on an average basis. Although some of us try to deny this, I'm afraid that no one can argue against fact. It is true that some of the most powerful wizards in existence, such as our master and Harry Potter, are mixed blood."
Hermione now had a general idea of where Icicle was going with this.
Lucius beamed at Icicle as Icicle said, "Young Draco has been chosen to be the father of this lieutenant. Of course, for this lieutenant to be the most powerful possible, the mother must either be a muggle or a mudblood. Young Draco has nominated you, my little mudblood."
Hermione shuddered and shouted, "No! I won't cooperate!"
"Oh but Hermione," said Voldemort, "don't you want your legs back?"
"What?"
"If you cooperate, I can magic up a new pair for you."
Despite her fear, Hermione sent a defiant death glare at Voldemort. "I would rather die," she hissed.
"That is too bad," said Voldemort. He, Icicle, and Lucius made their way out of the room. "Whichever way, you will not have a choice. For my heir to be conceived, it must happen tonight!" The three left the room laughing hysterically.
Hermione pulled the covers over her head and started crying. Within that night, Draco Malfoy was going to come rape her, and have her carry his child. The thought was horrifying and Hermione couldn't help but think about Harry. The boy she loved was still her anchor of hope, but as she lay there thinking about was going to happen within a few hours, that she was going to lose her virginity to someone she absolutely despised, she started to despair. She whispered, "Harry..." over and over again.
After a very short two hours, Draco entered the room, locking the door behind him. Hermione started shivering underneath her covers.
"I can make it a lot easier if you'd only accept the inevitable," he said. When Hermione said nothing, Draco simply said, "Well I guess I'm going to have to do this the hard way. Of course, I could just use the Imperious Curse, but this way is more fun." He yanked the covers off of Hermione.
"NO!" she screamed. Draco pressed his body onto hers and kissed her strongly. Hermione started to beat at him with her fists and struggle underneath him. Tears were now falling freely.
"Now, now, it'll be over before you know it," said Draco with a lust filled grin. He started to unbutton her nightgown. However, he abruptly stopped when he found a wand pointed to his face. His wand, he realized. Hermione had pulled Draco's wand out of his robes!
"Don't think I'm that easy," she hissed. Draco was speechless, his eyes wide with astonishment as Hermione shouted, "Stupefy!" Draco slumped off the bed unconscious.
Hermione took a few moments to catch her breath. She was still shaken about what had nearly happened, but she was relieved that she was able to fight Draco off. 'I need to get out of here,' she thought. Now that she had a wand, her abilities at transport were greatly improved.
She pointed the wand at herself and said, "Mobilicorpus." Hermione's body slowly levitated into the air. She tried moving around a little and satisfied to find it a lot easier than moving in a wheelchair though not as good as walking.
Hermione made her way to the door and said, "Alohomora." The door swung open and Hermione levitated herself out. She dearly wished she had Harry's invisibility cloak with her as she started to make her way through the corridors.
Luckily, Hermione had memorized the way they had entered from and was positive that she could make her way out of the manor without getting lost. She prayed that the corridors didn't move around like they did at Hogwarts. She was currently on the fourth floor and she needed to take the back steps to get to the main entrance. She also knew that she had a slight advantage since she had Draco's wand to open certain doors. The wand would prevent alarms from sounding. Also the fact that she had no legs, and was rather levitating above the ground was a bonus since she was less likely to run into booby traps.
Hermione managed to make her way to the first floor without running into anybody. It was clear that the Dark Lord had already gone back to Parselrock along with most of his Death Eaters. The manor was therefore mostly empty. Still, Hermione didn't want to take chances.
Finally, Hermione managed to make it to the main corridor that led to the Main Entrance of the manor. Before she could get to the main entrance however, Hermione felt a presence and hurriedly floated herself into a corner. Just in time too as the Cruciatus Curse came whizzing past her!
It was Icicle. "You will not escape, my little mudblood," she yelled. "You will carry our master's heir, whether you like it or not!"
Hermione stuck her wand out and yelled, "Expelliarmus!" Unfortunately, she couldn't get a good aim at Icicle. Icicle fired another Cruciatus Curse and Hermione had to pull her arm back to avoid it.
'Think Hermione, you can get out of this mess somehow,' thought Hermione. She glanced around at an elegant mirror that was hanging on the other side of the corridor. 'Maybe if I can lure her reflection into that mirror.'
Icicle was suddenly startled to see Hermione fly out of the corridor toward the main entrance. She gave chase and fired the Cruciatus Curse at her, bringing her reflection into the mirror. Her eyes went wide however, when "Hermione" disappeared in a wist of smoke as the curse hit her! It was a decoy charm.
The real Hermione, who was still in the corner, yelled, "Stupefy!" The stunner rebounded off the mirror and hit Icicle. She fell unconscious with a scream.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She flew herself toward the main entrance and pushed the doors open. 'This is it,' she thought. 'Now, if only I can manage to get to Hogwarts.' Hermione dearly wished she knew how to apparate.
There were still a lot of traps in the front yard of Malfoy Manor. Since she had no legs, Hermione knew that she wouldn't be in danger of stepping on anything and setting a trap off. Still, she had to be very careful, and she gently flew herself toward the front gates, about a hundred yards away.
It was a slow and tedious process, but finally, Hermione made it to the front gates. She couldn't help but smile as she realized that she was now at the final obstacle. She knew that anybody who tried to trespass the gates that was not a Malfoy or a Death Eater would be killed. The same thing would happen if she tried to levitate herself over the gate or fence. She prayed that Draco's wand would be good enough as she raised it and whispered, "Alohomora." To her extreme relief, the gate swung open.
'I'm free!' she thought, a huge smile on her face. She floated out of the gate when a voice called out, "Expelliarmus!" Hermione was horrified as the wand flew out of her hand! Having lost her magical levitation, Hermione fell to the ground. She groaned in pain and looked up.
Lucius Malfoy had fired the disarmer. He now carried the wand and was looking livid. "You won't escape, mudblood!" he yelled. "You will carry my grandchild, even if I have to witness the event and make sure it takes place!" Draco came forward from behind Lucius looking furious.
Hermiobe screamed, "NO!" She had been so close to escaping, only to be caught again at the last minute.
"Yes," hissed Draco. "Why not finish the job right here, right now?"
"NO! Please!" begged Hermione. Tears started flowing from her eyes again as Draco pinned her. Hermione started sobbing, as she realized that there was no escape this time, with Lucius watching over them. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the coming torture.
"Get ready," hissed Draco.
"Stupefy!" Suddenly, Lucius was hit by a stunner and was rendered unconscious!
"What?" Draco whipped around and was horrified to find himself at wand tip of a raging young wizard. A wizard with scarlet robes that had a golden image of a lion on its torso, a black belt, white trousers, a white undershirt, black dragon hide gloves, black dragon hide boots, a black cloak worn like a cape, messy raven black hair sticking out from beneath a tattered black hat, emerald green eyes behind a pair of rimless glasses, and a scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt.
"Don't...even...think...about it!" hissed Harry Potter.
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A/N Oh dear, I sure hope none of you are going to hate me for what nearly happened in this chapter. There was no actual rape but there was attempted rape...yeesh, I'm scared of my own writing. Well, at least I brought Harry and Hermione back together. So tune in next chapter because it's probably going to be the fluffiest chapter of this entire fic.