Even though I said I wasn't going to do this in my Author Note... This is where the darker stuff will really start to be sprinkled throughout the story. And I think some trigger warnings might be appropriate for those who might want to jump ship now...
Descriptions of torture by use of magic, familial abuse and vomiting for this chapter.
I THINK those are the biggest ones...
Take care of yourself if you need to. No hard feelings.
Oh and next Friday's post will be over on "Anytime But Now"! If you'd like to see some extra memories then keep an eye out over there!
As Always...
Much love,
SlytherclawLuv
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A high-pitched scream reached her ears but the accompanying scene did not materialize in front of her. With her other senses deprived of stimuli the agonizing wail echoed inside of her head for an indeterminable stretch of eternity, until she had forgotten everything but the sound of unending pain.
It was animalistic. A primordial plea for mercy that went on for seconds? Hours? Days? Years? Centuries? Eons? She couldn't be sure, but eventually the realization that she could feel her extremities again registered. Relief was quickly replaced by a fresh wave of dread. The unnoticed comfort from her earlier romping was in stark contrast to the sudden frigidity that surrounded her. And even more concerning... The air had turned oddly viscous, impeding her breathing and preventing her from moving.
She had to get out!
Hermione fought against the thick gelatinous ether. Driven by panic-induced hysteria, she pushed forward against the all-too-familiar weight. Every inch of imagined progress taken was made more tortuous by the everpresent scream that continued to reverberate inside of her head.
Finally her version tunneled on the tiniest pinpoint of white light ahead of her. The smallest of life preservers in the abyss of inky gloom, it flared her dwindling will to fight against the waves of soul crushing despair she had somehow found herself in. With everything left in her, she struggled toward the shimmering promise of sweet relief...
Only to find herself wishing for the freezing hellscape as soon as she had fallen into the memory that was attached to the vocalized misery. The warmth that poured from the large marble fireplace, casting the lavish room in an inviting glow, was conflicting with the harrowing sight that froze her own distressed scream in her throat.
She could no longer tell if the withering body on the garishly expensive rug was male or female. Malnourishment and prolonged trauma had stripped any defining features from the living skeleton. Its resemblance to the pictures of famine victims from her muggle school years was jarring. Stringy dark hair hung limply over bloodied lips that were barely parted to allow gurgling shallow breaths to escape.
Her stomach lurched and she fell to her knees, clasping a hand to her mouth to keep the now thawed bile-filled scream from spilling out. She choked on the second round of fiery acid that was triggered by a voice calmly articulating one of the curses she had hoped she would never have to witness again.
"Crucio!"
Pathetic cries echoed tenfold within the wallpapered confines of the room, the sounds of utter despair unbearably sharper than in the void. There had been the cold to distract her and the blessing of blindness. Now, she couldn't look away as bones twisted into nightmarish angles by the strain of invisible muscles that were instinctually fighting to find solace from the vicious assault.
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Fanfiction"Would you like to play a game?" These were words that started Hermione on a journey she could never have imagined she'd take. Rated M for a REASON. Read the Author's Note before starting! Dark Themes & Explicit Content will be in later Chapters. Dr...
