Upside Down

A new chapter. I warn you...it's a bit heavy.

But enjoy....
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Harry appeared in an alley beside Hermione’s flat building. He stepped from the shadows of the alley just as an explosion of green appeared in the sky. He looked up, his eyes widening as the green morphed into the Dark Mark. The snake slithered into the eye socket of the skull, and then slid from between the skeletal teeth, coming to a halt when the tail of the snake was safely hidden inside the skull. Muggles began to look up, pointing and gasping.

“Fuck!” Harry cursed, and then sent up a specially coded signal to alert other Aurors that there was a Mark, and potentially Death Eaters. He rushed into the building, wand drawn, and ran to the elevator. He pressed the button for Hermione’s floor, and muttered a quiet spell to speed up the ascent. He rushed from the doorway just as the three Death Eaters ran from Hermione’s flat.

Harry immediately sent a stunner, and with the aide of surprise, caught one of the Death Eaters. The other two turned, and began sending hexes and curses at Harry, who deftly deflected them. Harry knew he was outnumbered, but he fought valiantly. The Death Eaters were wearing him down quickly, and one sent a repelling curse at Harry, knocking him hard into a wall. He slid to his bottom, the breath knocked out of him, and the Death Eaters were on top of him immediately, using close-range jinxes to cut at him like knives. He raised his arm to fire back, and his wand was neatly plucked from his hand, and his arm slammed against the wall, and a dagger thrust into his hand, pinning his arm to the wall.

He screeched in agony, and thrashed against his assailants. The Death Eaters only pulled away from him when they heard the ‘pops’ of Apparition, signaling the arrival of the Aurors.

He felt strong arms take hold of the dagger, and bit his lip when the searing pain hit from having the knife removed.

“Potter…you shouldn’t have gone after them on your own.” He heard one of his collegues say. Harry quickly got to his feet, thankful that the other Auror helped steady him.

“Hermione.” He said. He held his hand close to his body, and went towards Hermione’s open door. There were already three Aurors in the room, all staring at the wall beside the door. Harry turned when he got inside, and looked in a mixture of relief and horror and the message written there.

Mudblood

We have your cousin. She will make a pretty trophy for the Dark Lord. Tell R.L. to kiss himself goodbye.

“R.L? Remus Lupin, maybe? I know he's a werewolf...but why would the Death Eaters attack him personally. He's rather insignificant in the scheme of things...” one of the Aurors said. Harry knew immediately that the message meant Rodolphus Lestrange. But why would the Death Eaters only use his initials? Hmm…possibly because they didn’t want the Ministry to get to him before they did. Let them think it was Remus. Rodolphus was in deep shit if he was brought back before Voldemort.

Another Auror looked at Harry, whose hand was bleeding profusely and who was also covered in various-sized slashes from the small cutting spells.

“Potter! Yer bleedin’ on me crime scene!” One of the senior Aurors barked. Harry was ushered outside. He pulled away from one of the Aurors trying to heal him.

“Gotta find Mione.” He said. He disappeared before the Auror could take hold of him again.

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Harry Apparated directly to Grimmauld place. Since Hermione apparently had Draco with her, she would have most likely gone to a safe place. She was either somewhere in the muggle world, or here.

He landed in the living room at Grimmauld Place. He misjudged his landing, and appeared in the air above the coffee table. He smacked into the table, splintering it under his weight.

“Shite.” He cursed, and stood woozily. His hand was still bleeding profusely, and he was feeling a bit light-headed.

“Mione!” he called desperately. He grunted as Bellatrix appeared in the room, eating from a bag of crisps.

“What is it Potter….why are you bleeding?” she asked.

“Is Mione here?” Harry asked, his green eyes wide. Bellatrix’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah, why?” she asked. Harry visibly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Thank Merlin. Her flat was attacked by Death Eaters. They have Ruby!” Harry said. Bellatrix stood, looking at him in disbelief, for a moment before she put the bag of crisps down on a nearby table, and went running for Hermione. Last she had seen they were evading a very pissed-off Lucius Malfoy with pink hair.

She found Hermione and Draco in the library, giggling behind a sofa.

“Granger!” she called. She heard them shushing each other. “Granger I know you’re behind the sofa. Come out, it’s about your cousin!” she said. Hermione immediately appeared from behind the sofa, all laughter gone.

“Is Ruby all right?” she asked, concerned. Bellatrix took a breath.

“I don’t think so. Potter just arrived in the main room saying that Death Eaters were at your flat. He also said Ruby’s been taken.” She said. All color drained from Hermione’s face. Draco stood, looking up at her.

“Hermione?” he asked. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. “Hermione?” he asked, this time slightly worried. She suddenly took off towards the main room.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, nursing his bleeding hand and cursing every deity he knew because he sucked at healing spells. Hermione skidded to a halt in front of him, her eyes wide and her face pale.

“Harry…please…tell me you’re joking.” She begged.

“’Fraid not, Mione. Some Death Eaters broke into your flat. They ransacked the place, and left a little note on the wall. They also found this at a restaurant on Phoenix Lane.” he said, and pulled out the copy of the marred American flag.

“That’s Ruby’s ribbon.” She said softly. “I got it for her because it matched her eyes…” she said. She looked at Harry, and then back at the flag. Then, her eyes rolled back in her head and she hit the floor in a dead faint.
Harry grimaced.

“Well, at least she didn’t try to do something stupid…”

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Warning: Rape of a minor ahead. Don't like, don't read. Skip from the '****' to the '****' to avoid the rape scene.

Ruby felt the cold steel of the shackles digging into her wrist as she was chained over the freezing steel table. The whipping had almost been her undoing. The whip had shredded her back like paper, and she felt dizzy and weak from the loss of blood. But she had a strange feeling that the whipping had not been the end of her punishment. And she was right.

“Well, well, little Ruby.”

She shuddered at the sound of Voldemort’s voice. It chilled her deeper than the frigid metal below her naked body ever could. She shivered, however, at the frosty feel of the table beneath her breasts. She wasn’t flat-chested, either, and being pressed so tightly against the table was painful. But it was emotionally scarring to have her bottom thrust into the air like it was, and her legs shackled as far apart as they would go.

“Have you learned not to speak in such disrespectful manner? I think you’re a smart girl, and you won’t commit that particular offense….for a while, anyway. But for now, I’ve decided to have a few of my Death Eaters enjoy the bountiful harvest provided for them.” He said. She could feel him behind her, and gasped aloud when his hand touched her bottom. His hand, surprisingly, was warm. Not humanly warm, but the warmth of a reptile who had basked in warm climates. “You look so pretty...those stripes are simply stunning against your back. And look at you spread out here like the little American whore you are... You know…Americans are known for their promiscuity. I think we’ll just give you a little jump-start, shall we?” she gasped again when his hand spanked her bottom once, before he stepped to the front of the table, coming into Ruby’s line of sight.

“I think…Hawthorne, you may be the one to deflower this little beauty.” He said coldly.

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“Thank you, Master.” She heard a gruff voice behind her. Ruby began to cry silently. She knew begging wouldn’t work. He had no soul, and therefore no mercy. She never thought she would lose her virginity in this way. She thought it would be with a man she loved, preferably within the bonds of matrimony. Her mother had been a witch, and her father a muggle. A Christian muggle. Southern Baptist to be precise. She had been raised in the church until she found out she was a witch. Afterwards she found it rather sacrilegious to attend the services, but would do so for Holidays and special meetings. But her father, knowing his wife was a witch, had wanted to instill as many of the Christian teachings and ideologies into his little daughter as he could before she was turned over to the paganistic Magical world.

She let out a soft sob when she felt something hard rub against the dry lips of her pussy. She knew this was going to hurt. She knew the mechanics of sex enough to know a girl’s ‘maiden voyage’ was a painful experience, but to have her first time be rape? She wasn’t sure if even her sharp mind would stay intact.

“Master…she’s shaking like a leaf.” Hawthorne said, laughter evident in his voice. She looked up at Voldemort, who was watching her, his red eyes lit up with delight at the prospect of watching her torture. “And she’s dry…” Hawthorne added.

“Why don’t you show her how effective blood is as a lubricant?” Voldemort suggested, reaching forward to touch her face. Ruby, her judgement starting to cloud from terror, snapped at his hand. He pulled back quickly, and snapped his fingers.

Hawthorne pushed forward very suddenly, burying himself to the hilt and shredding Ruby’s virginity in the process. She shrieked in agony, and pulled hard against the chains, tears streaming in earnest down her face. Hawthorne withdrew, and shoved himself back in, tearing Ruby more.

After a few more strokes Ruby felt warmth running down her legs. She knew she was bleeding. It was probably a combination of having her virginity taken and being raped dry. But her logic quickly went out the window as Hawthorne increased his pace, slamming into the young witch in earnest. She screamed and sobbed, thrashing violently against her bonds. The cuffs were cutting into her wrists and ankles, and her fighting was pulling at her tender stripes.

It took a good ten minutes for Hawthorne to finish. His thrusts became erratic at best, and he suddenly stiffened up, coming inside of Ruby. She shuddered violently as he emptied himself inside her, before pulling out with a satisfied groan. Ruby rested her face against the cold table, her body wracked with sobs.

“Now, now, Ruby. This is far from over…” she looked up at Voldemort, who stood, a smile on his lipless mouth.

Ruby was taken four more times by four separate Death Eaters before Voldemort was satisfied with her punishment. After the last Death Eater had splattered her bottom with cum, she was unlocked from her cuffs. One of the Death Eaters picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder.

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“Come now, Hawthorne, and we’ll show our guest to her rooms.” Voldemort said. She watched the floor move as Hawthorne followed Voldemort. It hurt to have her body jarred like that. She felt as if her very insides were on fire, as well as the outsides. A few of the Death Eaters had decided to spank her bottom as they took her.

She heard a door open, and was taken into a small room, and sat on the floor. She gasped as the Death Eater held her upright. Gods…it hurt to stand!

“Welcome to your room, little Ruby. Do you like it?” Voldemort asked. Ruby looked around at the room. It was….rather nice looking, actually. There was a small, but soft looking bed in one corner, and off to the side she supposed was an en suite bathroom. She looked around, and frowned.

“There isn’t….isn’t a c-closet. Or….or a chest-of-drawers…” she said, her voice hoarse and shaky. Both Hawthorne and Voldemort laughed viciously.

“Dear Ruby…you have no need of clothes.” He taunted. Ruby’s face flamed up at the thought of walking around in the buff. Voldemort went over to the bed, and placed a wand on the small nightstand. “This is your wand, child. I have taken the liberty of casting a few dampening spells over it. You can only perform basic magic with it. Nothing that would give you any advantage. But you can scourgify, levitate, do basic transfigurations, and the like. I would never take magic from a witch…” he said. Ruby looked at him, almost making the mistake of locking eyes with him. But she remembered the burning fury in her back, and cast her eyes to the floor.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Other than being related to that Mudblood, your only crime against me is having a big mouth. But you, child, are a prisoner of war. Your tortures will break your mind and body. Your punishments will push the limit of your sanity, until you wish you would break. I figured you may as well have a nice place to sleep….” Voldemort said cruelly.

So it was a mockery. She was given a nice room to go crazy in….figures. Voldemort enjoyed the look of betrayal on her face.

He approached her, still smiling mirthlessly. He gave her a little push towards the bathroom. The pain of walking was horrible, and the step she took to catch herself was too much. She fell to her knees with a sob, pressing her legs tightly together to try and relieve the burning agony in her loins. Voldemort laughed coldly.

“Go take a bath, Ruby. You smell like a whore.”
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Voldemort say what about Americans? *Pulls out earrings* Them's fightin' words, boy!

Anyway....a bit of a heavy chapter here. Voldemort's a bastard, Harry's a rash retard, and Hermione's an overwhelmed prankster....

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