Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

Smut Warning! Oh, heck, ALL WARNINGs.


Severus Snape looked around at the other Death Eaters that were summoned. Lucius Malfoy was sitting regally on a chair awaiting the presence of the Dark Lord via the fireplace. This was the easiest communication method without drawing attention to their activities. Snape paced his robes billowed around him as he thought long and hard about why the Dark Lord contacted them so early this year.

A spark and a gasp came from the burning coals and a stench of burning sulfur seemed to linger for a moment. The Dark Lord’s visage appeared to them and they all turned to face him.

“Loyal followers, I have brought you here tonight because I have information that could lead to the downfall of the Ministry and I need to insure that all of my Death Eaters remain faithful to me.”

The voice hissed slightly. “It is said that among you, there are weaknesses. A certain mudblood who inspires sympathy.”

Severus’s heart stopped for a moment. He inhaled slowly, but he could feel his pulse beating in his neck. His eyes grew cold and flat. The look he reserved for his father. He could feel a probing in his mind and his mark slowly burned but he did not move. Perspiration slipped down his forehead icy to the touch. He felt as though he was on fire, black suffocating flames from inside of him. Severus stepped forward and looked to the fire.

“It’s true sir. Your knowledge of all things astounds and humbles me. It is true I am using the filthy, little Mudblood for my own means. The potion you have requested calls for the blood of an innocent. I intend to take her blood after she has submitted to me.”

Severus emphasized every insult with a cold drawl of indifference. A cruel smile played on his lips, and he left little room for doubt as to his true uses for her.

Lucius Malfoy’s eyes gleamed suddenly besides him in appreciation.

Voldemort paused to speak. “Very well, you won’t mind sacrificing her to my Death Eaters when the task is finished. What is a single toy, among brothers?”

Severus shrugged. “Of course. I simply need her first time to be with me. It is necessary to get as much blood in the potion you have requested of me. If I can obtain it from her without violence then I can get more of it. Gang rape is so… messy.” Severus looked distasteful for a second.

Voldemort cackled, a rusty sound like rusted nails. “Keep me updated Severus; I should so hate to be displeased by your progress. You show great promise.”

Severus bows and offers a silky smile. “All is for you, My Lord. It shall be done as you asked.”
Voldemort faded in the fire. Severus swallowed his anger and turned on the crowd with a lazy cold smile.

“Till next time?” Severus swept from the room, slamming the door on the way out of the Room of Requirement.

The Mudblood’s fate was sealed. A small part of Severus wondered if his fate was not likewise.

* * *

“Get up lazy!” Hermione felt the bedcovers being torn off her bed away from her. She gasped from the cold and stared across at Lily.

“You are so evil.” Hermione stuffed the pillow over her head. Lily clucked and walked back into the bathroom.

Hermione was normally an early riser but anxiety and late nights made that seem like a distance memory. Not to mention a certain Slytherin who occupied her thoughts all the time now. Hermione groaned shoving that thought away and she fell out of bed and jumped in the shower.

She dressed quickly in a mid-thigh length blue jean skirt, and a clingy yellow sweater that brought out the gold in her brown eyes. She applied a light makeup and lip-gloss that tasted of elderberry. Perfect. She brushed out her hair until it shone, and cast a de-frizzing charm to make the dry locks silken.

Lily popped her head in the bathroom and nodded her approval. “You look good in yellow. Surprising really, it’s not a very complimentary color.”

Hermione studied Lily for a moment. “You look beautiful.” Lily’s dark red hair shone and she was dressed in a simple black dress with a pale pink sweater that strangely enough did not clash with her titan hair.

Lily beamed slightly. “Let’s go already.”

Lily tugged Hermione by the hand down the hall, heading outdoors. Hermione felt flattered that she was included in Lily’s group. Obviously, Lily had a big heart, despite her reservations; she was waving the friendship flag. The prospect of Hogsmeade excited her. Something familiar in this strange time was tantalizing. Homesickness has struck occasionally but really, she just missed seeing her friends and family back home.

The road to Hogsmeade was wet from rain but the winter sunshine was killing the biting cold from the wind. It was a beautiful day. The chatter from the kids as they walked to Hogsmeade filled the air, and Hermione could not help feeling giddy from being out of Hogwarts.

A walk was just the thing to clear one’s head. Lily chattered on the arm of Frank Longbottom while Alice makes chitchat with Hermione. So far, a perfect day… well except for everything that was threatening to fall on her head currently.

The group explored Hogsmeade for a bit before Frank and Lily split up and headed for the Pub to get some get-to-know-you time alone. Hermione persuaded Alice to go with her to the Shrieking Shack. The girls walked together talking about the boys in the school and other aimless subjects. Hermione began to let her mind drift back to the problems at hand.

Alice sat down to rest by some rocks overlooking the Shrieking Shack from a distance. Hermione was so deep in her thoughts that she did not notice Alice calling her to come back. Hermione looked up and saw Alice staring at her fearfully from the other side of the property. She was roughly about fifteen feet from the property.

“Oh please, there’s nothing to be afraid of!” Hermione waved cheerfully to Alice, but her features had frozen with fear. Hermione felt her stomach drop and she turned around to face Lucius Malfoy’s glittering eyes.

“Not exactly Mudblood.” Lucius smiled unpleasantly. A tiny flicker of hatred echoed in his silver, no blue eyes.

Hermione backed up as elder Crabbe and Goyle, stepped out from behind a tree near her. Hermione moved fast as lighting to draw her wand. She darted her gaze to Alice, but Alice was gone. Alice had taken off running to get help, she assumed. All alone with the King Ferret and his two goons.

Hermione raised her wand with a snigger of triumph. “Not exactly helpless either, Malfoy.”

“How dare you say my name, filthy little Mudblood!” Lucius screamed at her in disgust.

Hermione recoiled in surprise from the hatred that seemed to emanate from his tone. Goyle took advantage of her distraction and pounced on her to hold her down.

She threw a Bat Boogey Hex at Goyle who dodged. Apparently, the Elder Crabbe and Goyle were not as inept as the one’s she knew.

She had underestimated them.

Crabbe threw a very Muggle Punch to her jaw and she felt it connect painfully. She grasped onto her wand tightly, still unable to aim it properly to hex, struggling against Goyle’s hold. She began scratching and biting them, hoping to catch them off guard.

Crabbe laughed. “Little Hellcat is fighting like a Muggle.”

Crabbe ran his hand over her waist, pulled her arms behind her back twisting her wrist until she cried out, and dropped her wand. Lucius reached down and plucked the wand off the ground.

Lucius sneers. “How would you know Crabbe?”

“I watch the Muggle boxing. It’s a laugh.” Crabbe smirked and jerked Hermione up as she kicked out trying to connect with Malfoy’s face with her boot heel.

Malfoy reared back with his nostrils flared.

“Bloody savage, isn’t she?” Lucius sounded disgusted.

Goyle punched her in the stomach trying to settle her down. Hermione yelped as all the air sucked out of her stomach. She felt nauseous suddenly and she fell to her knees. She coughed and tried to breath through the pain of being sucker-punched by an ape of a man. She swallowed hard staring at the ground, feeling very real fear for the first time in the fight.

Crabbe held her arms tightly from behind and she felt her legs spread to hold her in a praying position. Hermione was praying that Alice would hurry up.

These adult versions of her old nemeses are a lot rougher then from her time. Hermione could feel the mud from the ground seeping cold into her bare legs. WHY bloody hell did she wear a skirt today? Dumb, dumb and dumber.

She stared up at the boys circling her. Her blood ran cold as Lucius tickled the tip of his wand across her forehead. He could kill her here, but was he already that sick? She couldn’t think.. She could not recall if he had openly killed anyone as a Death Eater.

Crabbe leaned low and whispered in her ear. “We are going to have fun with you. Severus said we could… How do you like that Mudblood? Think you could handle all of us?”

Revulsion filled her at the pit of her stomach, although Crabbe could be lying, she was not sure. Severus WAS a Death Eater after all.

Goyle reached down and cupped her breasts through the silky material of her sweater. The nipple was hard from the wet cold mud that she was currently kneeling in and she felt ashamed from his delight.

Goyle grinned. “Severus was right, she is easy. Look, she IS aroused, the filthy mudblood.”

Crabbe and Goyle laughed, and Hermione’s cheeks flushed a deep red in humiliation. Hermione tried to break free from Crabbe’s arms, and her hands scratched up and down his arms as she tried to escape the painful and humiliating hold.

“Is because a real wizard is nearby?” Goyle moved in front of her and grabbed his now bulging cock vulgarly. He jumped back as she tried to bite him.

“You disgust me! Dementor’s arouse me more then you ever, will you pathetic cockroach!” She yelled and Lucius reached over and slapped her across her face.

“Show us the proper deference, mudblood. Otherwise, this could go very badly for you.” Lucius smiled at the girl kneeling in the mud at his feet.

Pretty, young and spirited. Severus was indeed lucky, soon though; Lucius will be able to taste for himself the pleasures of defiling a Mudblood. Lucius quirked an eyebrow slightly and turned to Crabbe.

Lucius sneered as he saw someone off in the distance. “The Marauders are coming this way with a particular Mudblood bitch.” Hermione almost sighed in relief.

Lucius smirked at Hermione’s expression. “Luckily we won’t be here by the time they get back. Crabbe, stop wasting time. Grab the Port Key.”

Lucius reached down, cupped her bottom on her skirt, and squeezed her between her legs, his fingers brushing her hot center covered by her panties. Lucius traced his fingertip over her folds through the soft silk. Hermione’s heart leapt and she shuddered at the touch. She closed her eyes hoping this would be over soon.

“Soon mudblood, soon.” His limpid smile and vague threat sent chills down her back. Lucius waved Hermione’s wand into her rage-filled eyes.

“Stupefy!” Hermione’s eyes glazed over as Crabbe released her, and she fell to the side in the mud, stiff from the Stupefy.

Lucius released the Stupefy, and touched the Port Key before disappearing.

Hermione felt the mud slick on the side of her face. She pulled herself up from the ground and wiped the tears that she was holding back as they fell. She stumbled back towards Hogsmeade rubbing her wrist. The buffoon probably sprained it.

Hermione saw Lily coming off in the distance and the Marauders were with her. She knew she had to think fast. She could not tell on Lucius and get him expelled. History would change too much. Hermione got the grim sensation that suffering in silence was going to become a habit in the near future.

Severus was such a bastard. An attractive, but evil bastard. Hermione knew that he had killed people as a Death Eater. She was nothing special so why is she not surprised that he would tell them anything. She felt sick inside.

Oh god, do not start caring. He is going to die anyway. Remember? What happened to brightest witch of my age?

Hermione sighed, mentally concocting a story to explain her appearance before meeting up with the other’s to go back to school.

Life was a lot tougher; Hermione would have to become stronger.