Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

Thank you Nicole for being a great beta and friend! Thanks again to my great translator somebodyinthedark.
Please read the warning below before reading this chapter! Emotionally,this was the hardest chapter to ever write
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**Warning: do not read this if you are offended at all by abuse, gore, torture or rape. I am warning you now, so you might just want to skip this chapter (even though it is a good chapter and you will be very confused if you don’t read it) and come back again for chapter 15. This wasn’t pleasant to write, but was vital for the storyline. I know that this is a horrible thing that happened, and I don’t take it lightly, but was necessary. **
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Chapter 14: Payback

Tom’s hand was burning as he looked down at his tattoo and noticed that his Eternal Flame was burning brightly. The pain was becoming more and more intense. Looking up at Abraxas he said one word, “Hermione.”

With concern, Abraxas asked, “What about Hermione? Didn’t she and Lucretia go to the loo about 15 minutes ago?”

With a wild look in his eyes Tom said, “I looked out in the hallway and I didn’t see them anywhere.” Tom stood there shaking his head. “I know that she wouldn’t leave without saying something to me; especially tonight when we have been having such a good time and have made up.”

As if someone had slugged Tom, he bent over grabbing his stomach. Alphard, moving quickly, grabbed Tom to help hold him up. “The connection between us has been getting stronger and stronger. When something happens to me she feels it. When something happens to her, I feel it.”

“Well whatever is happening to Hermione doesn’t look good right now,” commented Casper once again as Tom grabbed his throat and was struggling to breathe.

Tom reaching out for Abraxas’s arm in a strained whisper said, “Gather everyone to go and search for Hermione …now! We need to find her straight away!”

The fanatical look in Tom’s eyes was frightening, even to his men. “Yes, My Lord,” said Abraxas.

”Be ready to fight in the robes of The Knights,” Everyone scrambled away quickly as Tom sunk further onto the floor, trying to gather his strength. “Damn this connection!”

Speaking loudly, he called out to the Gods to send him the needed strength to fight his enemies who had Hermione. As he spoke the words, “Potentia et vis" Tom felt an energy surge within him and he was able to regain his normal breathing back and his power. He still was able to feel Hermione’s pain and fear, but only on an emotional, not a physical level.

Radbourne came rushing in holding a bleeding Lucretia. She was still unconscious and her head was swollen and bruised where it had slammed into the wall. As they tried to revive Lucretia, Tom was anxious, knowing that he was wasting time when they could be searching for Hermione.

Lucretia started moaning, “Hermione…where is she?” and she tried sitting up. “My head hurts…a lot…oh”

“Lucretia, darling,” Abraxas asked gently, “Did you see who abducted Hermione?” Abraxas heart skipped a beat as he saw what bad shape Lucretia was in.

Tom stepped forward and knelt down at Lucretia’s side, “We must know anything you saw,” Tom said softly, “She is in trouble; I can tell from our connection.”

With great effort Lucretia forced out, “I’m sorry, Tom, they hit me first and I didn’t see anything.” Lucretia felt the tears sliding down both sides of her face. “Please… go save her.”

Turning to Abraxas he shouted, “We need to find her now! I don’t like what Hermione is thinking or feeling right now.”
“Be ready for some bloodletting when we find who has taken her!”


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Hermione could hardly breathe as the dirty wool blanket had been shoved over her head. They finally stopped after running hard for 15 minutes. Hermione had tripped several times and had been forcefully dragged then pushed up. Her legs were bleeding in several places. They came to some caves in the side of the mountain.

As soon as they were in the caves, Hermione’s hood was snatched off her head, ripping out many hairs in the process. Standing around Hermione were ten boys; students that she recognized as Gryffindors. Most of them were leering at Hermione in her skimpy costume she had worn that night to the Ball.

As they all gathered around Hermione she had no way of controlling her fear. She was there for one reason: they wanted to hurt her.

“What a pretty present we have found! The Head Boy’s saucy little girlfriend,” the leader reached up to run his finger across her cheek.

Hermione reached out to bite his finger. As she bit down hard on his pointer finger he yelled out, “You bitch!” and he slapped her hard across the face whipping Hermione’s head.

“So you want to play rough do you? I should have known that Tom Riddle’s girlfriend would be used to “playing rough”. Let’s play shall we?”

Hermione felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she knew what kind of games most men liked to play. Two of the young men rushed forward and roughly grabbed her arms and legs and tied her spread eagle to the cave wall attaching the ropes to hooks already there. Hermione was sure that Tom would be able to feel her heart beating all the way back in the Great Hall.

"So does your boyfriend like to play rough with you, Hermione?” The leader of the group once again was right in her face and Hermione spit at him. Immediately he swung and slugged Hermione square in her stomach. She could not breathe as the pain on her bare stomach was intense.

“You should show your captors a little respect don’t you think?” he asked Hermione.
“I give respect to those who deserve it! You are a bastard!” She mouthed the words and as they fell from her lips the leader reached up with huge, strong hands and put them around Hermione‘s neck.

As he squeezed tightly, Hermione’s eyes locked with her captors. “Before this night is over you will learn a lot about being respectful to me!”

His grip became tighter and Hermione’s air was fully cut off. “She looks pretty with this beautiful red color doesn’t she? Should we try for blue?” The entire room of men all laughed until he let go and Hermione stood there gasping for air.

“We need to keep her alive; at least until Tom finds her...don’t you agree?” said another captor standing close by.

The leader, with a gross leer, stood once again in front of Hermione. I think that she has too much clothing on, are you of the same opinion?”

As a wave of pure sickness rushed over Hermione, she knew that these men were gathered here to harm her and were out for revenge against Tom. Hermione knew that she was just a pawn in this awful game.

Reaching to the top of Hermione’s costume he ripped downwards and her bra was torn and her breasts bounced free. Ripping downwards again, the rest of the costume fell to the floor in shreds. She now hung there in only her black g-string. Her breasts heaved up and down as she breathed rapidly.

Her captors all stood there with sick gleams in their eyes as they stared at Hermione.

Reaching up the leader cupped Hermione’s breasts, “Nice tits,” and he harshly ran he thumbs over her nipples that were pointed from the chilly mountain air. Bending forward he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard while the other captors drooled, watching their leader having his way with Hermione. He bit down hard, drawing blood and licking the blood off.

Reaching down, his hand ghosted over her pelvis and cupped her lower region, “Those are very tiny knickers, aren’t they? I bet they don’t stay on long when it’s just you and Tom together; do they?”

Hermione was trying desperately to push down her fears, but as time went on things were not looking good for her. They had only said they would not kill her before Tom got there, they did not say they wouldn’t do anything else to her.

Rubbing Hermione back and forth on her mons, she tried to control her body so it would not betray her as he stimulated her. As she closed her eyes trying to stifle a moan mixed with a groan, she heard, “She likes this, don’t you, whore?”

In her mind Hermione was calling out to Tom, “Please come quickly, love,” Pushing aside the flimsy g-string, he pinched her clit and Hermione jumped. “I told you the bitch liked to be man-handled. Does anyone else want to come handle her a bit?”

In a surge they all came forward wanting to touch Hermione and she closed her eyes not wanting to see the crazed looks on their faces. As hands reached out she felt them on her breasts, stomach and in the curly hair that were now slick with her betraying arousal. Teeth on her neck bit down hard, drawing blood, while the fingers down below entered her, pumping and bringing a whimper from her lips. Hermione had no control over her body and wondered why she couldn’t control her magic. She soon wanted to vomit when she felt hands spreading her bottom and fingers probing her anus, pumping in and out.

Hermione knew that she was being violated in almost every way a woman could, but still waited for more. She was no fool; she knew that her kidnappers were just getting started. Silently calling out to the gods for help, she wondered again why Tom wasn’t here yet.

“You think that you are special, Miss Know –it-All, look my boyfriend is the Head Boy; but guess what? You are not special to us! You are just another cunt waiting to be fucked! “He took a knife out of his pocket, held it up close to her face and Hermione flinched. What atrocities were in store for her next?


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Tom and his men were running quickly as they followed the trail the sloppy Gryffindors had left. The more they followed the more blood they spotted. Tom allowed the anger to take over as they neared the mountain side.

“Do you think they took her up there?” Abraxas asked. “I can’t imagine they traveled that fast with her being in such appalling condition.”

“We don’t know how long of a head start they had on us.” Tom yelled back. “I know they went this way…I can feel her.”

Stopping suddenly, Tom turned to his men, “I am going to warn you now; when we get there you will not interfere with my punishment towards Hermione’s offenders.”

The hard glint in his eyes showed the seriousness of his command. “This is my fight and my woman they have abducted.” As Tom looked each man in the eyes, he waited for a verbal yes from each man. A nod and a yes from each Knight, spurred Tom on, and they continued quickly up the mountain to the hidden caves.


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The light from the torches were reflected on the blade of the 12-inch knife. Hermione could see the glint from the reflection, as the leader twirled the knife closely around her face.

Taking the tip, he lightly ran it down Hermione’s cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. She tried not to shake as the madman wanted to play knife games with her body.

Gripping the knife in his fist he held the knife up high and swung quickly towards Hermione. She tried flinching backwards, but had nowhere to go, and all of the Gryffindors laughed at her terror. The knife stopped suddenly, at the tip of her chest. Chewing on his lip, he leered at Hermione and drew the blade across the front of her chest from the left shoulder, across her right breast and down to her right hip. Hermione could feel that he had stabbed deep enough to draw blood. Again, he raised the knife, this time starting at her right shoulder, drawing it across her left breast and down to her left hip. Now she had a big X marked into her skin drawn across the front of her body. Leaning back, he smirked at seeing his handiwork. Bending forward, his tongue ran along the lines of the X carved by the knife. His tongue was cold as he lapped up the blood trailing from the crossed lines.

Taking knife in hand again, he pressed hard against Hermione’s body. He sneered down at her, and lightly ran the knife across Hermione’s neck. She tried hard not to breathe as he brought the knife up high and cut the ropes that bound her hands. Then, he sliced the ropes that bound her feet. Hermione crumpled to the ground in a heap.

Quickly, hands reached out and laid her down, spread eagle on the ground. These same hands forcefully held down her hands and legs. The leader came and stood over her, straddling her. As she looked up into his face, she didn’t like what she saw; it was a mixture of lust and disgust.

With a shuddered breath, Hermione closed her eyes, and held back a sob, begging the Gods to stop what she knew what coming next. Reaching to his trousers, he slid the zipper down and let them fall down around his ankles; kicking them aside. Next he quickly disposed of his boxers, setting free his engorged cock. Looking down at the naked Hermione, he ran his hand up and down his shaft, never letting his eyes stray from hers.

“Are you scared yet?” he asked her. “If you’re not then you should be.” Hermione couldn’t answer him. “I am your worst nightmare ready to happen.” At that he dropped down hard onto Hermione’s pelvis and she gave a silent cry as he landed.

He really had been right about one thing, what was happening was one of her worst nightmares. During the final battle she had almost been raped by Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf. If it hadn’t been for Remus Lupin, and his quick actions, she not only would have been raped but bitten also.

Slapping her across the face he growled out, “Pay attention when I am getting ready to teach you and your high handed boyfriend a lesson!” Before she could see clearly again through the stars dancing across her eyes, he rose up and impaled her with his large cock.

Thrusting forcefully, he rode Hermione, laughing at each thrust, “Look at me, I am fucking the queen of Slytherin,” Hermione didn’t want to watch him as he used her. Each time she tried to look away she was slapped and forced to look up at him. She ached inside from all of the abuse she had been enduring that night; the kicks, the punches, the probing and now the rape. Soon the beast on top of her reached his climax and he spilled his seed inside of her. Hermione prayed that it would be over, until another boy took his place and started pushing inside of her, taking his turn with her.

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As Tom and his men arrived at the entrance to the cave, what he saw sickened him. Lying on the ground, naked and bound, was Hermione being raped by a stinking Gryffindor. It took his breath away to see her, in such a sad state, laying there being abused. He wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive until one of them slapped her hard and she opened her eyes and was made to look up at her rapist. Tom could feel the utter defeat and humiliation radiating off of Hermione.

“Get to Hermione and take her to the hospital wing as quickly as possible.” Tom gave the command as he rushed into the cave.
With no hesitation, Tom kicked the boy raping Hermione square in the face with his boot. Then the next second all heard loudly in the cave, “Avada Kedavra,” and the boy slumped over dead. Hermione tried to scream, but again, the “Silencio,” kept her quiet.

When Tom first appeared, wands were drawn on both sides and spells started shooting all around. Abraxas knew it was his duty to save Hermione and get her out of the caves. Running to her, he hexed a Gryffindor who was still holding her down and blocked another curse coming from the side of him.

Rolling to her side he leaned over her, “Hermione, can you hear me?” Abraxas was worried as he could see all of the blood covering her body. “Please open your eyes.”

Groggy, from abuse and loss of blood, Hermione opened her eyes to see Abraxas lying next to her. Trying to speak, she motioned to her throat, Abraxas quickly seeing the problem pointed to Hermione’s throat, “Finite Incantatem,” and Hermione croaked out a small, “Thank you.”

“I need to get you out of here,” Abraxas tried to keep Hermione’s focus on what he was trying to tell her, “In just a second I am going to lift you in my arms and run like hell out of here.”

Hermione gave a small nod. “Where is Tom?” her parched lips were cracked and bleeding, “He came to get me?” Abraxas nodded and she gave a weak smile.

With tears threatening to fall, Abraxas told her, “Yes, sweetheart, he knew that something was wrong,” and he wiped the tears falling down her cheeks, “You are fine, now that the Knights are here.”

Tom, in his abundant rage, was quickly cutting down Gryffindors left and right. It was astonishing to the Knights that their leader was almost single handedly picking off his enemies on his own. The Knights were giving support, but it was the Dark Lord, in his fury at the abuse of his woman, that fueled the fire within him.

Abraxas scooped Hermione up in his arms and ran to the mouth of the cave; with Radbourne providing cover for him. As the mountain air hit Hermione’s body she started shivering uncontrollably, and taking a handkerchief from his pocket, Abraxas transfigured it into a cloak for Hermione.

At the base of the mountain he was stopped as a wand was shoved in his face, held by a fanatical looking man. “You are not going anywhere with that whore!” he ordered. “I am not done with her or Tom Riddle yet.”

Abraxas holding Hermione in his arms could not get to his wand and the Gryffindor leader cast, “Petrificus Totalus,” and Hermione and Abraxas fell as the body bind locked up Abraxas’s body.

Grabbing Hermione, the leader of the disabled group of Gryffindors pulled Hermione towards the Forbidden Forest. Dragging her through the branches caused more damage to Hermione’s already battered body.

Flinging the cloak aside, the crazed young man screamed out, “I want Riddle to hurt,” and the tears started falling out of his eyes, “I want him to know what it is like to lose someone you love, like my younger brother whom he killed!”
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umping on top of Hermione once again, he wrapped his hands around her neck and started squeezing the life out of her. Hermione lay limp in his arms, with no struggle or magic left in her. “I took your magic away from you,” he screamed in her face, “He won’t want you now!”

With the world swirling around her, she closed her eyes waiting to die, not hearing or feeling anything around her.

Tom stepped into the clearing to hear the Gryffindor shout out his words to Hermione. Stomping over to him, with only one intention, he raised his arms and with a flick of his wrists he drove him off of Hermione. Landing flat on his back, his wand flew through the air, and he watched as Tom Riddle stalked towards him.

“You are a coward…and this coming from a Gryffindor.” Tom was almost upon him. “You had to attack a woman because you were afraid of me.”

Still on his back he tried to crawl away from Tom, until, “Incarcerous,” and Tom had him bound up so tightly he couldn’t move.

Laughing the laugh of the insane, the Gryffindor spat out, “I beat and fucked your woman, Tom,” and he sneered at him.”She is damaged goods; you and no one else will want her now”

Tom clenched his jaw and the anger bubbled to overflowing, “Deprimo!” Tom shouted and he blasted a large hole into the other man’s stomach and the blood started seeping out of the gaping hole.

Spitting blood out of his mouth, the Gryffindor continued his taunting, “I also forced her to take a very old potion…she is not a very powerful witch anymore…Shame.”

As Tom let out all of his anger that he had been trying to control he roared, “You are going to die right now…You dared to take something away from the Dark Lord and that was your biggest mistake.”

Standing over his enemy he demanded, “Now tell me what potion you gave to Hermione.”

With loud laughter the injured man shook his head, “I will never tell you…that you will have to find out on your own.”

Not wanting to waste any more time with this fool, Tom ended his life, “Diffindo,” and with that curse he sliced off the Gryffindor’s head and watched it roll away farther into the forest.

Running as fast as he could, he headed back to the castle fearing the worst for Hermione.



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Abraxas burst through the doors of the hospital wing, “Please help me…Hermione needs some help…quickly!” After being freed from the Gryffindor’s curse by Casper, Abraxas had continued on his journey to get Hermione help; leaving Tom to deal with his enemy on his own.

Looking at Hermione she looked lifeless with her bruised and lacerated body. Abraxas had also not failed to notice the large amount of blood that had been seeping from between her legs.

The school nurse came running as she saw the naked and wounded Hermione in Abraxas’s arms.

“What happened to her, Mr. Malfoy?” she was appalled at the extent of the obvious injuries.

Abraxas laid her down on a nearby bed, “She was abducted, beaten and raped.” Now looking at her inside the hospital, she looked even worse, more impaired than when they had first found her in the caves.

“Who did this to her?” the nurse inquired as she started doing several tests on Hermione’s body. “She has lost a lot of blood.” Running her wand over Hermione’s pelvic region she gasped, “Oh dear God… she is hemorrhaging.”

Tom and Headmaster Dippet came through the Hospital wing doors simultaneously.

“I heard what took place from Caspar, Tom,” Tom had never seen Headmaster Dippet look so serious the entire time since he had been at Hogwarts. “Did you find who did this to Hermione?”

Ignoring the Headmaster, Tom rushed to Hermione’s side. The nurse was busy performing many spells to stop the bleeding. Hermione looked pale and deathlike. Tom reaching down picked up her hand and started talking to her silently; trying to reach her through their mental connection. The connection almost felt like it was being blocked by a brick wall.

“Tom, I must know…do you know who did this?” Headmaster Dippet pressed Tom for an answer.

Tired of his questioning he barked back, “I took care of it!” and he rubbed Hermione’s hand back and forth and across her wrist where the rope had left a large burn on her skin.

“Mr. Riddle, what do you mean you took care of it?” the Headmaster’s voice beginning to rise. “It was not your place to take care of anything.”

Jerking his heads towards the Headmaster and giving him a glare, he bellowed out, “Hermione is my woman. She was abducted and raped…it was my place to dole out punishment in any way that I saw fit!”

At Tom’s outburst, Headmaster Dippet stepped back and mumbled, “We will discuss this later when Hermione is in better condition to tell us exactly what happened.” He left the hospital wing to start investigating things.
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ery softly, Tom turned to Abraxas, “Please gather everyone in our special meeting place in the dungeons.” Looking sadly back at Hermione, he sighed, “We need to step up our plans that have recently been discussed. I will be there shortly when I know Hermione is out of danger.”

Abraxas put his hand on Tom’s shoulder and Tom looked up and gave a small, dour smile, “Also send Lucretia up here to sit with Hermione.” He ordered, “I want someone with her at all times. There was a war started tonight and I want Hermione protected.”

Abraxas nodded, squeezed Tom‘s shoulder, and left the hospital wing.

The nurse came back, “I was able to get the bleeding to stop, Tom,” she informed him, “But I wasn’t able to save the baby. I am so sorry.”

Tom’s hands started shaking hard and his blood started boiling. How long had Hermione known she was pregnant? It couldn’t have been that long. Now his child was dead. There were many questions that needed to be answered as soon as Hermione woke up.

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Lucretia came through the doors and hugged Tom. “Go, Tom,” she whispered, “The Knights are waiting for you.”

Tom stood, and looked back at Lucretia miserably, “She lost the baby.” And Tom could tell by Lucretia’s face that she had known about Hermione’s pregnancy. “When did she find out about the baby?”

Starting to sob, Lucretia choked out, “She found out tonight, right before we were attacked.” Putting her hand on Tom’s arm she added, “She was scared, but I know that she was on her way to tell you.”

Feeling like he had been punched in the gut, Tom was overwhelmed by the sadness of what had happened tonight. It had though, made him more determined than ever, to stick with the plan Flamina had outlined for him. It was time, to take control of the wizarding world and pay back those mudbloods and pureblood traitors who had sought to best Tom Riddle.

With renewed angry energy, Tom swept from the hospital wing and headed to his waiting Knights in the dungeon.


Coming in Chapter 15: Things will soon be changing for the Knights and the emotional recovery for Hermione and Tom.
Potentia et vis: Power and Strength