Another World {M.R}

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*Trigger Warning*- mention of rape and violence.

Hermione POV

"Bloody hell." I mutter and scramble to get up off of the ground as fast as possible.  In doing so, feet appear by my hands and I curse myself out for being idiotic.  What are seen as dress shoes, are my worst nightmare.   The person bends down and I slowly look up from the feet, to their crouched knees and up to their mask.  I smile sarcastically and slowly stand up and watch as they follow my lead. 

They stand taller than me and I start to slowly bring my wand out from behind my back.  In a fast moment I point the wand at them and they do they same matching my stance.  The cloaks we both still wear float around us as we start to circle one another.

"Hermione Granger." They finally speak "joining the dark side?" He laughs darkly and moves faster than I could have imagined. 

He goes to grab my wand but I twist my body dodging the hand and slamming into the wall beside me.  I groan but run towards the door that is easily a couple of steps away.  A pain strikes my shoulder and I look forwards to see a hole right through the wall beside the door. 

I twist back "Expelliarmus." I yell but he easily matches the cross fire.  I yelp feeling the pain in my arm increase.  I break off first and race forwards into the room closest, which happens to be the lounge. 

I crawl behind the couch and peak beside it to see his dark cloak flowing behind him as he stomps into the room.  I suck in a breath and hold it as the floorboards groan throughout the room.  I sit up with a jerk "impedimenta." I flick my wrist towards him.  As the light travels he dives behind the couch opposite of mine. 

I slouch again thinking over every possible way towards the door.  I peak over the couch and watch as he does the same.  He opens his mouth and I'm already stomach down on the ground before he can say anything. 

I crawl five feet and breath heavily behind an armchair situated beside one of the couches.  I turn my head both ways and crouch on my toes ready to make a run for it.  As I step something drops behind me and I turn my
head looking directly at a barricading body storming towards me. 

I stand abruptly and sprint already feeling the freedom beyond the lounge door.  A boot comes across the back of my calf and I stumble forward to the ground. 

My chest rises and falls as I look up the masked figure who stares down at me and tilts his head to the side.  I slide back little by little and he walks at the pace of my movement just in front of me. 

He raises his wand slowly "immobulus." He grunts and I quickly roll to my side as the spell hits air.  I hurry to get up but a hand catches my ankle sliding me back.  He groans as I try to knee him in his groin as he straddles me.  "Since you won't sit still, I feel a force is needed." He reaches for my wrists but I bring back my right hand and launch it forwards right at the side of his face.

A sting runs through my fist and his masks flies sideways revealing who it is.  Peter Pettigrew snarls down at me and he takes my wrists, slamming the beside my head and onto the ground.   "I said I wanted you to myself to enjoy this moment, relish what it would feel like the have the 'Witch of her Age' pleading for me to stop." he licks his nasty lips and releases a breath on my jaw.  He bends down and his mouth comes close to my ear.  "Would you like that mudblood? Maybe I should have a try on you and report to everyone back at the Manor how amazing it truly was." 

I cringe backwards and try to wiggle more.  He slams my wrists in the floors, then again, once more and a last time before I finally drop my wand.  I watch it roll away in sorrow, my only chance, slowly drifting away. 

He puts my hands to my sides and positions his knees overtop of them.  He lays his weight over them and I cry out at the weight slowly crushing the bones. 

He chuckles and his hands roam up and down my body.  His fingers twitch at the buttons of the cloak as he starts undoing them.  My breath escalates as he pushes the robe aside.  I feel the chain at my elbow and I grow frightened at how close he really is to finding it.  His hands goes up and down my one arms and I shiver in disgust by his touch. 

He tsk's and moves on to my next arm.  As he gets closer I stiffen and huge smile crosses his face as he roles the sleeve up past my elbow. 

"Ah.  There it is." He goes to unclip it but I buck my hips up fast.  I slide my leg forward and dig the toe of my boot into his arse. 

"How does it feel?" I snap.  He howls back and I take the time to release my hands.  I bring them backwards and push my right fisted hand forward hitting him in the nose.  He clutches it and falls back on his side.  When he's done getting himself together he stands and launches forwards sending me right into the wall beside us.  

I crouch before a punch can come into contact with my face and take a lead to the door.  A few steps forward my wrist is yanked backwards and a snap echos the room making all of my efforts pause.  I shakily look at my arm to see the necklace gone and gathered into his hand. 

I reach for it, desperately wanting it back and ready to do anything for it.  But as I go forward he moves his body to the side and kicks my back sending me straight to the floor.  I look up through clouded vision and a pain tangling through my roots.  I lift a hand and touch the spot only to find blood. 

I'm ready to stand, ready to fight, but Pettigrew is already out the door.  He's already disappeared with the necklace leaving me dumbstruck and confused. 

Ron enters the room and barricades through the furniture towards me.  "Jeez Hermione, what happened." He lightly brushes his fingers over my head and grimaces when he sees the blood on his fingers. 

"Peter Petti-, the necklace, it's gone." I stumble over my words pointing towards the door. 

"We'll worry about it later Hermione, look at you." He frowns. I don't know if I should be offended or relieved by his words.  "Can you stand?" He asks

I nod and slowly get up taking a final look at the destroyed room around us.  "That's what she said." I murmur and walk past Ron towards the door. 

"What?" Ron follows close behind.  I shake my head and dismiss the conversation.  The joke is engraved in my mind for how many times Draco has said it.  I believe it's his favourite. 

We walk into the kitchen area and see Harry standing above a Death Eater who sits at the kitchen table.  I pause and give Harry a look, he sighs "he can help us."

I cross my arms over my chest and wait for Harry to reveal this Death Eater. With a pull of the mask I focus in on his face.

"Regulus Black?" Ron asks surprised.

He smirks and stands up letting his fingers graze against the wall.  "I haven't been here for ages." He asks and looks at the room. As if he's inspecting it, recalling memories from not that long ago.  "Sirius and I would chase each other all over in this house while our parents were out." He chuckles lightly

"We need your help." I say softly getting him to look up at me, unspoken words cross between us and I know he wants to.  I also know there's this inner battle in him that wants to tell us no, that we shouldn't be battling at our age.  But I'm also sure he knows that would never work. 

"They're okay." He begins and relief flows through me, relaxing my shoulders.  "Ember is locked up and she's in the worst condition, Mattheo is a close second." He clears his throat in shame.

"We need to get in and we need to help them, do you know the best possible way to do so?" Harry asks grabbing a map from the table where we used to work. 

They quickly get to work while Ron and I sit down so he can stitch up my face.  He
Sterilizes them and puts a bandage on a few.  The whole time I think about Embers "condition" and I start to feel horrible that the tiny scratches I have are being stitched while her's are probably bleeding out.

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