My Broken Girl
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,234
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2
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My Broken Girl
Chapter 1: Harry Potter is Dead
Hannah pulled her knees closer to her chest, as she sat in the hard wooden chair in the room that used to be the Great Hall, in the school that she loved. She let her eyes wander around the room, wondering what it was going to become now. It was completely covered in green and black now, as were most other rooms in Hogwarts. It was hard to tell them apart. Her eyes then strayed to the girl in the chair next to her, who was sniffling softly into her hand. Hannah recognized her as a first year Ravenclaw; she could see the fear in the little girl’s eyes, and her hand automatically went out to pat the girl on the back, but a loud voice boomed, before her hand could reach its destination.
“Hands to yourself, girl!”
Hannah pulled her hands back quickly and looked over towards the voice. It was one of the 10 masked men that were guarding the room with her and the 20 other muggle-born Hogwarts students, who were gathered in the room. Hannah turned her eyes towards her feet, and hoped that no more tears would spill out of her eyes. She had barely stopped crying in 10 days. She closed her eyes and thought back to that day.
Hannah had come back to school in her 7th year, still mourning the death of her mother, but happy to be back with her friends. It was a mostly joyous occasions, but every happy moment was still somewhat clouded with the impending war and each step the death eaters gained. Hogwarts was considered one of the last safe places in the wizarding world. That sentiment changed about 2 weeks into the school year. The castle was warded to its maximum and the students were told that the war was happening. The students stopped classes and were consumed with worrisome excitement for 3 days; many professors left to fight, and many did not return. Then to the surprise of the students, Harry Potter was taken from the school. He was never to be seen alive again. The school was invaded by masked men, and the students found out the truth: You-Know-Who was the new ruler of Wizarding World and Harry Potter was dead.
Hannah buried her head in her hands, feeling nausea at this thought. She remembered the terror she felt when the masked men dragged her into the Great Hall, along with the other students. She shivered at the thought of what was to happen to her. To this point, she had not been beaten or tortured in anyway. She was given disgusting food, but it was food all the same, and she only wished she could take a shower and put on a clean jumper. She shook her head slowly as she berated herself for worrying about clean clothes, when she was trapped in a room, unaware of where her father was, if he was safe, and the future of herself and the students in the room.
She jumped slightly as the door to the Great Hall opened and a man strode in the room. She recognized him as Draco Malfoy’s father. She cowered a little at the look of power in his eyes. She had heard that he was second in command to You-Know-Who. He came and stood in the center of students, and looked around with a disgusted look on his face, and then reached into his cloak and took out a piece of parchment. He looked at it and cleared his throat.
“Well, my little mudbloods, we are going to turn Hogwarts into the school it should have always been; a school for only the pure of blood. We can not have all you little, dirty, animals running around, so we bid you off,” he said in a casually eerie voice.
Hannah’s jaw dropped, and she heard gasps around the room. Was she to become some kind of slave?
“Quiet!” Lucius Malfoy bellowed, “You are now nothing but property,” he spat out, “on command of Lord Voldemort. You are not human to us anymore.” With that final statement he quickly left the room as a group of distinguished, but evil-looking men started filing in the room, and grabbing for different students. She recognized some of the men, and could not believe that they had actually bid on human beings. What kind of people would do that? She saw a tall, willowy man grab the girl next to her on the arm roughly. The girl let out a strangled cry, and she heard the man growl in her ear, “I paid good money for you mudblood, keep your screams to yourself!” Hannah could feel tears spring to her eyes as the girl got dragged away.
“Hannah Abbot.” She heard a voice behind her say gruffly. She looked around, dreading to see the voice of the man who would be dragging her out of the room. She was surprised to see Draco Malfoy’s friend Goyle standing beside her chair. He paid for her? He grabbed her arm, and laughed at the look on her face.
“No, no! I wouldn’t pay for the likes of you! Your master does not wish to come into the room, so I am bringing you to him. He grabbed her arm and quickly led her out of the room and down the stairs to the dungeons. She felt her fear rise in her throat. They stopped at a door that was buried in the depths of the Hogwarts. Crabbe knocked on the door loudly.
“Oy! I got the pet for you, sir.”
Hannah gasped as the door opened and she saw a familiar snarly face.
“Pro….Professor Snape?” she gasped.
Hannah pulled her knees closer to her chest, as she sat in the hard wooden chair in the room that used to be the Great Hall, in the school that she loved. She let her eyes wander around the room, wondering what it was going to become now. It was completely covered in green and black now, as were most other rooms in Hogwarts. It was hard to tell them apart. Her eyes then strayed to the girl in the chair next to her, who was sniffling softly into her hand. Hannah recognized her as a first year Ravenclaw; she could see the fear in the little girl’s eyes, and her hand automatically went out to pat the girl on the back, but a loud voice boomed, before her hand could reach its destination.
“Hands to yourself, girl!”
Hannah pulled her hands back quickly and looked over towards the voice. It was one of the 10 masked men that were guarding the room with her and the 20 other muggle-born Hogwarts students, who were gathered in the room. Hannah turned her eyes towards her feet, and hoped that no more tears would spill out of her eyes. She had barely stopped crying in 10 days. She closed her eyes and thought back to that day.
Hannah had come back to school in her 7th year, still mourning the death of her mother, but happy to be back with her friends. It was a mostly joyous occasions, but every happy moment was still somewhat clouded with the impending war and each step the death eaters gained. Hogwarts was considered one of the last safe places in the wizarding world. That sentiment changed about 2 weeks into the school year. The castle was warded to its maximum and the students were told that the war was happening. The students stopped classes and were consumed with worrisome excitement for 3 days; many professors left to fight, and many did not return. Then to the surprise of the students, Harry Potter was taken from the school. He was never to be seen alive again. The school was invaded by masked men, and the students found out the truth: You-Know-Who was the new ruler of Wizarding World and Harry Potter was dead.
Hannah buried her head in her hands, feeling nausea at this thought. She remembered the terror she felt when the masked men dragged her into the Great Hall, along with the other students. She shivered at the thought of what was to happen to her. To this point, she had not been beaten or tortured in anyway. She was given disgusting food, but it was food all the same, and she only wished she could take a shower and put on a clean jumper. She shook her head slowly as she berated herself for worrying about clean clothes, when she was trapped in a room, unaware of where her father was, if he was safe, and the future of herself and the students in the room.
She jumped slightly as the door to the Great Hall opened and a man strode in the room. She recognized him as Draco Malfoy’s father. She cowered a little at the look of power in his eyes. She had heard that he was second in command to You-Know-Who. He came and stood in the center of students, and looked around with a disgusted look on his face, and then reached into his cloak and took out a piece of parchment. He looked at it and cleared his throat.
“Well, my little mudbloods, we are going to turn Hogwarts into the school it should have always been; a school for only the pure of blood. We can not have all you little, dirty, animals running around, so we bid you off,” he said in a casually eerie voice.
Hannah’s jaw dropped, and she heard gasps around the room. Was she to become some kind of slave?
“Quiet!” Lucius Malfoy bellowed, “You are now nothing but property,” he spat out, “on command of Lord Voldemort. You are not human to us anymore.” With that final statement he quickly left the room as a group of distinguished, but evil-looking men started filing in the room, and grabbing for different students. She recognized some of the men, and could not believe that they had actually bid on human beings. What kind of people would do that? She saw a tall, willowy man grab the girl next to her on the arm roughly. The girl let out a strangled cry, and she heard the man growl in her ear, “I paid good money for you mudblood, keep your screams to yourself!” Hannah could feel tears spring to her eyes as the girl got dragged away.
“Hannah Abbot.” She heard a voice behind her say gruffly. She looked around, dreading to see the voice of the man who would be dragging her out of the room. She was surprised to see Draco Malfoy’s friend Goyle standing beside her chair. He paid for her? He grabbed her arm, and laughed at the look on her face.
“No, no! I wouldn’t pay for the likes of you! Your master does not wish to come into the room, so I am bringing you to him. He grabbed her arm and quickly led her out of the room and down the stairs to the dungeons. She felt her fear rise in her throat. They stopped at a door that was buried in the depths of the Hogwarts. Crabbe knocked on the door loudly.
“Oy! I got the pet for you, sir.”
Hannah gasped as the door opened and she saw a familiar snarly face.
“Pro….Professor Snape?” she gasped.