Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

I updated Chapter 13, so if this confusing, please reread, since you probably missed half the page before.

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Amuse Bouche - Typically the Amusebouche is a word for the appetizer before a meal that perfectly emulates all aspects of the meal within a small bite. I kind of think of this chapter as being that. A perfect collaboration of all the angsty elements that will be coming. Just a taste.... is all.



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Blaise Zabini/Harry Potter walked nervously up to the front of the school. The Deatheaters standing there nodded to him and he nodded back.

One of the Deatheaters spoke after Blaise went inside. “What the devil is his problem? Looks constipated.” The other Deatheater shrugged and turned back to look out over the grounds from his post.


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Harry/Blaise looked around the empty front rooms and began to walk to the length of the hallway. Standing far off was Neville Longbottom… in full Deatheater regalia.

Harry swallowed hard.

“Zabini!” Neville even sounded different as he strode furiously towards him. “Where did they take Luna? Do you know?”

“Luna Lovegood?” Harry frowned slightly.

“Yes. Hermione was taken to detention earlier and I think they are keeping Luna there as well.” Neville sounded casual but Harry felt his panic. Harry felt shocked. Hermione was here. In detention?!?!

Blaise had a pasty look about him. “What about Ginny…?” Neville raised an eyebrow in disgust.

“Well, I imagine she is asleep and tired from tupping you all day long in the library in plain view of everybody.” Neville responded sarcastically.

Harry felt his fists ball up and he growled suddenly. BLAISE was doing WHAT to Ginny?!?!

“I did what?” Harry gritted out.

“You’re mental Zabini. I’m not going to regale you with your own sexual escapades.” Neville strode forward heading for the double doors in annoyance.

Harry felt something cold roll through his stomach. Sexual escapades and Neville was a Deatheater. Hogwarts was steadily becoming the third ring of Hell.

Harry ran to catch up with Neville. “Sorry I was being a prick. Let me help you find Luna and Hermione.”

Neville gave him a suspicious look but shrugged. “I think this is where they keep the students in detention.”

Neville pointed down a flight of stairs that suddenly moved from out of nowhere. Skulls sat on both sides of the banisters and the doors looked heavily warded. A scream was heard from the inside, muffled and Harry exchanged a look with Neville. They bolted down the stairs and threw open the doors.


…. A little earlier…


Hermione was lead down a flight of stairs into the “Detention Hall’. Hermione felt sore all over and her emotions were raw from Draco. She could feel a determined strength underlining all of it. The Carrows were sick but she could handle them. Lestrange had already tried to do his worst. Without Draco here, she could handle anything, but those silver eyes, fractured with guilt, pain and derision.

The Carrows pushed hers inside and she saw an empty desk sitting in the middle of the room. A quill on one side of the desk, and empty parchment in the middle. Hermione almost laughed. LINES, they were going to make her write lines. How predictable. Harry had shown her the scars. Hermione knew it hurt but it was nothing to her.

The Carrows looked down sneeringly at her.

Alecto spoke softly. “Considering you recent decision to defect and join the Dark Lord, we have prepared a special assignment for your detention. Three tasks. You have been given an hour deadline to complete the tasks. If you fail to complete any of the tasks within the hour, then Lestrange will finish them for you. The first task is lines of course. Please have a seat, Ms. Granger.”

Hermione quirked an eyebrow. Lestrange would serve detention for her. Let him do the damned lines.

“What do you want me to write, Headmistress Carrow?” Hermione sat on the chair and picked up the quill.
Alecto smiled. “Write… I am a dirty thief and I need to be punished.”

Hermione dropped the ink onto the parchment and it sunk into the paper. A scream echoed behind her and she dropped the quill quickly.

Hermione knew the scream was female and she turned to see Lestrange holding a nearly naked Luna with the words beginning to sear into her pale flesh. Blood dripping down her belly.

Luna whimpered from pain as Lestrange held her arms back.

Alecto Carrow grinned, showing her sharp teeth. “Very good my dear. You have nice strong penmanship. I do believe that will be permanent.”

“I won’t do it...” Hermione whispered horrified.

“Then Lestrange will. Believe me, he will overwhelm little Looney with compliments all over her body. You’re lucky I was nice.” Alecto cackled and Hermione picked up the quill and began to write, her hand shaking.

“Torture is just one of the many activities that as a Deatheater you will be expected to participate in. This lesson is a very important one. Blood traitors are to be dealt with quickly and cruelly. Remember that Mudblood.”

Luna screamed in agony as the cuts began to rise up on her flesh, dripping dark drops of blood.

Hermione paused. “Can I choose another task first?”

“Of course my dear.”Amycus smiled at her from the other side of the desk. Two grinning jack lanterns of evil surrounded her.

“Sexuality is also a part of our way of life. Deatheaters often rape and degrade Muggles at our Dark Revels. You will likewise need to learn this method. Your target for this mock ‘Dark Revel’ is Ginger.” Amycus waved his hand and Hermione turned to see Crabbe holding a bound and gagged Ginny.

“The third?” Hermione was beginning to feel panicked.

“Dark Magic of course. You have cast all three Unforgivable Curses. Your choice who it is, any of the Mudbloods would do.” Lestrange supplied while walking towards her with all the ease of the snake from the Garden.

The three Deatheaters laughed. “You wish to start there?”

Hermione felt the walls begin to close in around her. Torturing Luna, Raping Ginny or cursing and ultimately killing another student. Hesitantly she picked up the quill, and the fear barely showed in the whites of her eyes.

“How many lines?” Hermione stated coolly as she tried to summon a calm indifferent look.

Alecto looked considering and she stated. “Ten.”

Amycus frowned. “Only ten, sister? That’s barely a tickle.”

Alecto shrugged. “She only has an hour. I think her time would be more amusingly spent on the other tasks.” Her high-pitched voice squealed on the last part of the sentence and Hermione shuddered.

Hermione picked up the quill and scratched the lines, lightly and as softly as possible. Luna shrieked in pain after the first few lines and then she simply began to moan with pain. It was as though the act of responding hurt too much to make noise. The Carrows looked disappointed.

After signing the final blood soaked line, Hermione darted a look at Luna. The poor girl had been wearing white knickers and a bra, which now were spotted dark red. The lines were not just in one place, but all over her body. Hermione felt a wave of nausea.

“Next task…” Alecto rapped out, banging her wand on the edge of the school desk.

Hermione jumped to her feet and strode determinedly towards Ginny.

Ginny’s eyes widened as Hermione stalked towards her and Goyle leered at her.

Hermione motioned to Goyle. “Well I can’t exactly rape her if you have all the good bits covered up. Let her loose.”

Hermione arched an eyebrow as she put her hands on her hips. She felt herself breaking out into a cold sweat. Goyle untied Ginny’s hands and stepped back. Hermione looked down on Ginny with a small smile. Her old friend looked tired.

“Hi Ginny.” Hermione forced a smile. “You know I have to do this…”

Ginny nodded complacently. Hermione pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She had never kissed a girl before, and her last sexual experience with Alecto had left a sour taste in her mouth.

However, this was Ginny. Hermione closed her eyes and imagined she was kissing Draco. Hermione’s tongue licked out against her mouth and Ginny moaned softly from the sore contact. She reached a hand up, cupped one of Ginny’s breasts, and pinched the nipple softly. Hermione stripped off her robes and grabbed Ginny’s hand to press it into her soft curls.

“Touch me, Slut.” The words failed to sound convincing and Alecto snorted in disgust.

“Clearly you don’t realize what Rape means. Its force, it is about control and power. Lestrange, help her.”

Hermione panicked as she saw Lestrange stride forward and Hermione slapped Ginny in the face, hard. “ Listen up slut. I want you to kiss me.” Ginny tried to press her lips back against Hermione’s face but she shoved her down on her knees. “NO, kiss me here.” Ginny shook her head mortified. Hermione breathed deep, and grabbed Ginny by the back of the head and shoved her face between her legs.

To Hermione’s dismay, she could feel herself getting aroused from Ginny’s hot breath as she breathed in her scent. “Lick it, you blood traitor.” Suddenly Hermione felt Ginny’s tongue lap at her sore pussy and she bucked from the sensation. She could feel her arousal and Ginny earnestly began to taste her. Groaning she pressed Ginny closer.

A moan vibrated against her pussy and suddenly the heat was gone. Hermione felt the humiliation of the greedy eyes around her. Her eyes opened and she saw Lestrange had pulled Ginny to all fours and he had entered her. Tears sprung from Ginny’s eyes as she felt the brutal surge of Lestrange’s cock violating her. Ginny began to scream, but Hermione reached down and captured her mouth, forcing her tongue deep inside. Ginny surged forward with each painful thrust. Hermione knew how big Lestrange was.

When Hermione opened her eyes, she saw Lestrange grinning darkly at her and she knew he was aroused by this. Suddenly it occurred to that Bella probably helped him violate girls during the Dark Revels.

“Get down on your back.” He growled at Hermione and she complied since she had an idea of a way to get this over with quickly.

“Now, good slutty Ginger. Eat me, while MY lover rapes that tight little hole of yours.” Hermione whispered huskily and Ginny stared betrayed at her words.

Lestrange growled with pleasure, hearing him being referred to as a lover. Hermione jerked suddenly as Ginny’s face was shoved between her legs and to her mortification, she was dripping wet.

Lestrange began to pump deeply inside of Ginny, while her tongue lapped weakly at Hermione’s juices. Ginny’s face was anguished from what she saw as Hermione’s betrayal.

Hermione suddenly forced a moan of pleasure from her lips. “Lestrange, fuck me instead. Let this slut suck on my nipples… It would feel so good.”

Hermione wiggled under Ginny’s tongue and Lestrange roared in pleasure as Hermione asked for him alone.

It sent Lestrange over the edge and he bucked a single last time inside of Ginny and then pulled out, exploding all over. Ginny trembled in disgust as she was showered suddenly and Hermione smiled with a challenge that said… Is that all?

Alecto frowned. “ Ahem..”

Amycus cut her off. “ Not now, sister..”

Alecto glared. “ Well, this is not exactly rape is it! Ginger should be getting it. Not the willing participant!”

Amycus turned and hissed. “SHUT UP sister. Someone is about to get buggered, who cares which one it is.”

The Deatheaters watched with grave interest, never noticing the silent figure in the back that walked in a few minutes ago.


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Draco stared at the filtering color of the firewhiskey with disgust. His mother was dead. His dear mother, who lived a life of constant abuse was now dead and gone. He no longer had to protect her. He no longer could be held ransom by the threats of the Dark Lord against her. Draco felt free. It was a sobering and depressing thought.

The first thing Draco had to do was get Hermione back. But how…? Better, go and witness the Detention. He could always say that he had news about his mother. Draco threw on his robes and made his way to the Detention Hall.

Upon entering, he was Gobsmacked. The tasks that Hermione was being forced into were extreme even for a Deatheater. There were levels of emotion anguish that you broke down to get to the stages of different Deatheaters. Killing a family member topped the list. Lucky him.

Draco watched in anguish as Hermione cut that Loony girl and then advanced on Ginny. Her words were cutting him as he watched her enjoy the sadism that the act provided. Lestrange and her seemed very well matched. Hermione was practically purring. The poor sod, Weaselette was getting it from both ends. Then Hermione cast away pretense and asked just for Lestrange.

Draco looked around; all the Deatheaters were hard as rocks. It was an erotic sight, watching one for the Golden Trio turn into something so dark and sinister. Not to mention the girl on girl action was tremendously stimulating.

Draco winced as he saw Hermione flinch as Lestrange approached her. Draco knew her so well by now that he could tell something was off. Ginny was rolled out of the way and Draco felt something click in his mind. Hermione was taking the brunt of it for her friend. That stupid, noble, brave Gryffindor.

Draco walked to the edge of the circle of predators watching.

Draco cleared his throat suddenly. “Ahem…” Lestrange froze halfway towards Hermione.

“The rape was completed. Lestrange finished the task for Hermione, did he not cum?” Draco fingered his robes nonchalantly as he spook. “ It is time for third task.”

Hermione stared in disbelief at Draco. WHAT was he doing here? Why did he want her to torture and kill a mudblood? What demon has possessed him to make him so cold. Shame ran over her features and anger pushed bright spots behind her eyes.

Lestrange snarled at Draco, but Alecto Carrow sighed. “ He is correct Lestrange. Your intercourse with the Mudblood has nothing to do with Detention regulations. Pursue it on your own time.”

Hermione looked disappointed simply because she was hoping for a chance to convince him not to kill the Mudblood and complete the third task.

Goyle grabbed Ginny and moved back with her, tying her again.

A group of five children were brought forth, ranging from the age of 11 to 13 in age.

Hermione stared blankly at the kids and then back at the Carrows. “One of them? They are children.”

Alecto smirked. “Yes, they won’t have much in their life to miss. Plus, remember the Muggle phrasing. All God’s children go to heaven.”

Hermione could not breathe; she felt her chest begin to close up as she stared blindly at the children with tears streaming down her eyes. “I can’t…”

Alecto grinned. “You must. IF you do not. I will let Lestrange kill all of them, not just one.”

Amycus clapped his hands together and giggled. “Good one sister. We’ll take the lot.”

Hermione felt her eyes burning. Draco stared coldly at her and then took a step towards the children. Hermione thought Draco would push one towards her and her heart broke.

After all those years of trying to save him, it would be he that would undo her. Draco would be responsible for the dark stain that would eat her up like a parasite on her soul. Hermione closed her eyes. “I need a wand, obviously.”

Carrow strides forward and places one in her hand. “ No tricks now gel… Or Ginger and Loony are dead.”

Hermione gripped the wand tightly and she looked towards the children blindly. She had to choose one. Which one? To he horror, she was mouthing the words and the child began to scream in fear seeing her indesicion.

Draco heard the children screaming and he felt something unloosen with him. A strength of purpose, determination, a bit of bravery... even.

“Headmistress Carrow.” Draco heard himself say as he stepped in front of the children.

“As Hermione’s master, I can give her an alternative target.”

“I’m listening.. Mr. Malfoy.” Alecto looked impatient.

Hermione stared at Draco with misery. “Hermione can choose me as her target.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped. Draco couldn’t expect her to crucio and kill him. Tears fell hotly from her feverish cheeks as she stumbled at his words.

Alecto raised an eyebrow. “ You want to give Hermione the oppourtunity to Crucio you? Be my guest. This should be entertaining.”

Draco looked purposefully across at Hermione. His fists were clenched and she had never seen him look so determined. He was begging her to do it to him. He was willing to suffer for her. Hermione shook her head slowly. “ I cant Draco..”

“Hermione…. If you don’t, Lestrange will.” Draco’s words were calm and reassuring, her heart skipped a beat as he softly said her name.

“You have it in you to do it. I abused you. I have treated you worse then a dog. I raped you, stole your innocence and now I am responsible for all of this. Blame me. Do it. End it for me…”

Draco’s words fell confidently from his lips and the Deatheaters seemed riveted by the drama of what was unfolding. Ginny was staring in shock as was Luna. They were looking like they had never seen Draco before.

But Hermione had. She knew this side of him. This goodness that would keep those children safe. He had finally chosen a side and she was to be his Executioner.

Hermione gripped the wand resolutely. Tears blurred her eyes as she threw the first Hex… “Imperius!” Draco ran around the room blindly as Hermione instructed. He knocked over Goyle and picked up Ginny tossing her at Luna. The two tied up girls fell together against the wall with a cry of pain.

The Carrows looked annoyed at her. They spoke in unison. “CUT out the nonsense MS. Granger. You’re stalling now.”

Lestrange grinned slightly as he paced watching. “Fifteen minutes now… I think I like the idea of a Malfoy enjoying fifteen minutes of the Crucio.”

It was becoming obvious to Hermione that none of the Deatheaters believed that she would kill Draco.

Hermione cast another hex. This time she flipped the wand out and it arched with her hand. “Crucio!”

Draco fell to the floor screaming as every bone in his body felt as though it were on fire. Hermione gasped seeing him scream. He bravely bared under it, its teeth gritting as he fell to the floor at Hermione’s feet squirming.

“Keep it up…. Luv.” Draco panted and gasped almost biting his tongue as he stuttered out the encouragement. Hermione whimpered as she held the wand against him and then released it.

Draco rolled over, his hair mussed and his beautiful face more relaxed as the pain wave ended. He wet his dry lips and nodded to her.

Hermione bent down and wept against him, pressing her face to his. Her lips met his and his hand shook as he touched her hair.

Draco whispered hoarsely. “Do not be a cowardly lion… love… I know you can do this. I could not let them change you… Besides, it doesn’t hurt at all.” Draco tried to smile but it was a grimace.

“You damned Slytherin are such liars.” Hermione’s voice shook as Draco felt her tears spilling onto his face.

“Again…” Draco ground out, pushing himself up and pulling away from her lips. “Do it again, witch.”

Hermione closed her eyes and pointed at Draco. “I love you Draco…” Her broken words fluttered over him and he felt ready for what was coming... “Crucio!!!!!!”

Hermione screamed as Draco began to jerk in pain, he bit down, grinding his teeth to hold back his screams from releasing. Draco knew if he screamed, then Hermione may not be able to do what was necessary next.


Suddenly the doors burst open and Neville Longbottom and Blaise Zabini stood there, with their wands pointed out.




Harry Potter’s mouth dropped open in shock. Hermione was naked in a room full of Deatheaters, and using an Unforgivable Curse on Draco Malfoy.

The world as he knew was gone forever.



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