The Revel takes place at Malfoy Manor and Hermione’s inheritance manifests.

DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains VERY DARK THEMES...NON/CON RAPE...TORTURE...and implied INCEST...please don’t read if these things are triggers for you...that being said it’s a Revel, and it’s meant to be Dark...

Later on that evening found Hermione staring at herself in front of the mirror in her room. Her mother had brought in a set of black robes that were form fitted and draped down to the floor. The cloak she brought for her to wear was also black, had silver thread embellishments—one in the form of a snake.

The hood on the cloak was large enough to cover the majority of her face, and for this she was grateful. She wasn’t sure how well she would do at keeping her emotions at bay, but she also knew this was a kind of test and one she had no intentions of failing.

When she was finally ready, Hermione grabbed her wand and beaded bag and headed for the floo in the library where she knew her mother would be waiting for her. When she entered, her eyes widened at how beautiful her mother looked. Her formal dress robes were cut very similarly as her own, but they were a dark forest green, almost the exact color of her Father’s eyes. Her mother’s cloak was the same style as her own, and Marlene’s smile was gentle as she came over and enveloped Hermione into a warm hug.

“Are you ready?”

Taking a fortifying breath and bracing herself, Hermione nodded. “Yes.”

“Alright then.”

Together they went through the floo, calling out for Malfoy Manor main drawing room. When Hermione entered the room, there were at least thirty Death Eaters surrounding the perimeter of the room, all dressed in black cloaks and all wearing Death Eater Masks. Hermione felt her heart rate increase at the site of the masks. She had heard about them of course, but seeing the effect up close and personal was quite daunting and oddly exhilarating at the same time.

Looking closely at the masks, Hermione couldn’t place any of the people before her. There were a few women present, which was easy to see by their formal robes but the majority of those present were men.

The Dark magic within the room was palpable.

Her mother led her over to a spot near the entrance, and Hermione stood there silently. After a few moments, her father walked in with Nagini at his heels—the snake hissing in warning. Once she’d slithered into the room, Nagini made her way straight for Hermione and wrapped herself around her mistress, clearly intending to remain there, and Hermione was grateful to her friend for her protection.

Nagini could clearly sense her unease, if the soft whispered words of comfort in Parseltongue were any indication.

The Dark Lord looked back at where his daughter was standing with Nagini wrapped around her, and smirked proudly. It was clear that Nagini could sense Hermione’s uneasiness, but outwardly at least, his daughter appeared calm and composed. Marlene looked beautiful and he could feel the darkness of her aura as it reached for his. He smiled inwardly as he sent a flow of magic back towards his mate. He knew that as much as Marlene thrived in her darker nature, there were still things about his nature she found disconcerting. When she’d been younger, and a bit more naive to the ways of the world, it had been easier to shelter her from his darker proclivities.

Not anymore.

That thought made him pleased.

When the Dark Lord had entered, the room became deathly quiet. The anticipation of what was to come was palpable within the room.

Voldemort nodded to his Death Eaters en masse, and stood proudly in the center of the room, commanding attention.

“My friends, welcome. Tonight I have a special treat planned for your amusement. A Muggle Family who have displeased me greatly, will be given to you all to do as you see fit. I fully expect you all to remember this boon that has been given you.”

All the heads in the perimeter bowed humbly before their Lord. Hermione glanced over each mask as they all stood at attention, wondering which one was Draco. He wasn’t a full-fledged Death Eater yet, but she imagined that her Father had given him a mask for this evening. As her eyes moved around the room, her gaze caught on one person who’s gaze was fixated on her.

The mask staring at her had darkened swirling embellishments surrounding the top of the mask, eyes and down the cheeks, but what gave it way was the Fleur de Lis sitting prominently on the forehead between the eyebrows. Hermione was convinced that it was Draco under that mask and she had to admit, the mask suited him very well, and she found herself smiling softly at how beautiful he was, even behind a mask.

Soon, the small group of Muggles were brought into the drawing room. There were eleven in all. Three older men with women who probably were their wives. Two men in their early twenties, a young girl no older than Hermione’s age, another teenage boy and the disgusting piece of filth that has attacked her back when she was seven.

She’d would’ve known him anywhere.

When they all were brought in, and forcibly brought to their knees—the women started whimpering in fear—all except the youngest girl who looked around the room with interest. One of the men seemed to be struggling to speak, and clearly had been bound with a silencing charm. All of the Muggles were kneeling on the floor naked and Hermione didn’t miss the deep chuckles and sneering comments of some of the Death Eaters within the room.

Walking over to the silenced man, the Dark Lord grinned manically.

“It would seem that these Muggles have felt it acceptable to allow their son to rape young girls at will. It would also seem that all within the room have had some knowledge of the boys proclivities. Aidan Connor,” Voldemort gestured to the perpetrator of Hermione’s early nightmares as a child, “took it upon himself to attempt to violate my daughter when she was only seven years old.”

The angry hisses within the room on Hermione’s behalf made her feel warm inside. She knew that the majority of her Father’s followers respected her and did not perceive her as being weak. She looked up again and saw Draco’s gaze locked on Aidan and she could feel his magic—it’s darkness swirling in anger and hate.

It was heady.

The Dark Lord grinned evilly. “Walden, my friend. Perhaps you might get the evenings festivities started. The parents, sister and Aidan here will be left to last, but feel free to choose another to begin with.”

The Muggles whimpering escalated as Walden chuckled deeply and came over, walking towards who looked to be the sister of Aidan’s mother. He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her towards the left side of the room, before he conjured what Hermione could only describe as some kind of wooden bench with cuffs and chains attached to it. The woman screamed in fear, while her husband and son looked on in anguish.

The son stood up to attack McNair, but the wizard waved his wand and slashed the boys chest open, causing his mother and father to scream and plead for the wizard to stop.

More laughter was heard around the room as McNair strapped the woman to the bench and before Hermione could say anything, McNair had unbuckled his pants and forced himself into the woman from behind—her screams of pained terror causing the other Death Eaters in the room to openly laugh out loud as McNair brutalized the woman while her son watched, crouched and bleeding out on the floor.

Hermione gazed over at Draco, whom to his credit, kept his eyes focused solely on her, and her alone. Holding his gaze, Hermione allowed herself to become lost in his eyes—she could barely make out the grey embers from this distance. But as she held onto his gaze, she tried to block out the deafening screams of the woman as well as her family, as they begged for mercy.

But there was no mercy to be found in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor that evening.

Both women had been brutalized, as well as both of the grown boys, who’d been tortured by several of the Death Eaters. The younger boy lay dead on the ground, bled out from his wounds. After several hours of non-stop punishment, the Dark Lord had the bodies of the extended family members removed and the only remaining Muggles in the room were Aidan, his father, mother and younger sister.

Hermione had watched the younger girl throughout most of the evening, and she had been the only one to not plead for her family. She sat there, stoic, unaffected—it was disturbing and it hadn’t taken long for her to understand why.

When the truth hit, she gasped out softly, her eyes connecting with the blue eyes of the girl—who looked unafraid but resigned.

When the Dark Lord addressed Aidan, his voice was downright deadly. “Aidan Conner, you have spent the better part of your life being protected by your parents. You tried to rape my daughter, and it was only due to her ability to protect herself magically that you weren’t successful.”

He then pointed his wand and cast a ‘crucio’ at the boy, who screamed in agony while Voldemort grinned manically. After an indeterminate amount of time, the Dark Lord looked up and gestured to Draco to come forward, which he did without hesitation.

“I believe you have your own form of retribution to administer, Draco?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

Draco bowed and then moved towards the Muggle who was twitching on the ground in pained aftershocks from the Dark Lord’s curse.

Draco waved his wand and after a few seconds the tremors stopped. The Dark Lord looked at Draco questioningly, and at this point, Draco had removed his mask so that the Muggle might see him clearly.

“You violated my witch, you Muggle piece of filth. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Draco then reached into his pocket and brought out a charmed snake. Casting the ‘gemino’ that his witch has taught him, the snakes multiplied and slithered across the floor towards the offender. Draco stood and whispered ‘irrita faceremus’ and suddenly the snakes started converging onto the boy, who was screaming in fright—the snakes started biting and penetrating everywhere they could. Soon, the Muggle Aidan was screaming on the floor as the snakes violated every part of his body, pushing their way inside as the Muggle writhed but just before he collapsed unconscious, Draco cancelled the spell, cast refreshing and healing charms, then watched as Aidan’s body calmed itself.

Once the Muggle was fairly recovered, Draco started all over again. This time he cast an Avis and then transfigured the crows into dragons before silently casting an ‘oppugnno’ and watching his dragons burn the Muggles flesh from his body and this went on for a while as Draco casted and recasted spells—healing and starting all over again.

Finally Aidan Conner begged for death.

It was what Draco had been waiting for.

He then took out a small metal box covered with runes from his robes and cast an ‘engorgio’ which made it the size of a coffin. He then levitated the Muggle into it and cast one final spell...conjuring flesh eating beetles, dermestids...and soon the coffin was filled with them. Draco watched in satisfaction as the beetles started eating away at the Muggles flesh, the screams were terrifying, and the Dark Lord watched in admiration at the young Malfoy’s creativity.

It would seem his other followers were suitably impressed and even his daughter had a small smirk on her face as the coffin closed and a permanent silencing charm was placed.

Draco then waved his wand and vanished the coffin from the room.

The Dark Lord considered the Malfoy Heir with amusement, and then smiled evilly. “Where did the coffin go, Draco?”

“To a site I prepared earlier today within the Malfoy woods. It is inaccessible by anyone other than myself. Based on the eating patterns of the dermestids, they will slowly eat him to death over the next month or so. I also cast a regenerating bubble head charm that will keep him alive during that time. I felt it was a fitting end, My Lord.”

The Dark Lord clapped his hands and laughed in glee. “Well done, Draco.”

Draco bowed humbly and took one last look as his witch before he took his place back within the Dark Lord’s ranks.

Moving to the daughter, the girl looked up at Voldemort completely unafraid.

Quirking an eyebrow at the young woman’s look, Voldemort grinned. “And you are Meghan Connor, if I understand correctly?”

The girl nodded, her face giving nothing away. “And what should we do with you, young Meghan.”

The girl laughed out loud to the shock of everyone within the room.

Hermione felt it was time to speak up about her suspicions.

“Father,” she hissed in Parseltongue, “there is something wrong with the girl.”

Voldemort turned towards his daughter and saw Marlene grab her daughter’s hand in solidarity.

So her mother had sensed it as well—that was—definitely something she’d have to talk to Marlene about later.

“What do you mean?” Tom hissed in warning.

Hermione took off the hood of her cloak, so her father could see her entire face.

“You have looked into her mind?” She hissed back softly.

Voldemort nodded and responded in kind. “Briefly. But enough to know she knew of what her brother was doing.”

“I believe she may have been a victim as well.” Hermione hissed out sadly, feeling Nagini squeeze her gently before the snake hissed out in agreement.

The look on the Dark Lord’s face was one of complete shock. He hadn’t spent much time in the girl’s mind, but he had seen enough to know of her complicity...

...but still.

Staring down at the girl, he raised his wand and silently cast a ‘legilimens’ as he made eye contact. He entered the girl’s mind and after a bit, found that she had managed to place rudimentary barriers on her thoughts—which he thought strange that a sixteen year old Muggle girl would have the ability to do such as thing.

It took a minute, but once he got passed the barriers, the memories came forward and what Voldemort saw made him very, very angry.

The girl had been violated not only by her own brother, but by her father as well.

The mother knew.

She had gone to her mother three years ago and begged her mother for help and the woman had done nothing. She’d allowed the abuse to continue and the girl had only survived by self learning a form of rudimentary Occlumency to keep herself from going insane.

When he’d seen enough he pulled back out of her mind and stood there as the girl, Meghan, stared at him with absolutely no fear, nor panic—but her eyes were dead...lifeless.

The Dark Lord’s magic swirled dangerously as he looked over at his witch and his daughter. Marlene could feel Tom’s anger as it hit everyone within the room, causing many to gasp with pain. He went over to the girl’s father and grabbed the man by the throat and hissed. “You violated your own child? Allowed your son to do the same?”

The man flinched when he heard the shocked yells of the Death Eaters within the room. Marlene glared at the Muggle and asked quietly, “The woman?”

Tom nodded, which told Marlene all she needed to know. Before anyone could stop her, she moved in a blur to the woman and grasped her head within her hands, sending out a shield to prevent anyone from stopping her.

“You have allowed your daughter to suffer by the hand of your husband and son—you aren’t worthy of mercy.”

In a flash, Marlene’s aura changed and her body darkened into her otherworldly form, causing the woman to scream out in terror as her essence was pulled from her body like a sieve. When it was done the woman’s body crumpled to the floor in a heap of bone, while all the Death Eaters watched on with awe.

The girl, Meghan laughed out joyously. “The bitch is dead! Well, that was something, I suppose. Are you going to kill my sorry excuse for a sperm donor now? I’d like to watch that before you kill me, if that’s alright.”

Everyone in the room was shocked silent before Voldemort chuckled. “And how would you wish for your father to suffer?”

Meghan shrugged. “Does it really matter? It can’t undo what’s been done to me—nothing can give me back my innocence. I just ask that when you kill me, you make it quick. I’d rather not be someone’s plaything anymore, if that’s alright with you.”

Hermione gazed sadly at the girl, who was stoic and resigned in equal measure. She watched as her father cast an ‘avada’ and Bentley Connor was no more. He then considered the young woman before him, but before he could move—Hermione walked over and knelt down in front the girl.

“If we could take your memories away so you don’t remember what has happened to you, would you wish to live?”

Meghan looked a bit perplexed but then shook her head. “Can you heal my body too? I may never be able to have children because of what was done to me.”

Hermione’s breath caught and she glanced up at Draco, who seemed to be unable to process this new information. He just looked pale and ashen.

Hermione turned to her Mum, and she smiled softly and nodded once, letting her know that she understood the unspoken question.

Hermione then glanced up at her father, who was watching her closely and hissed in Parseltongue. “I think I can heal her Father. Will you allow me to do this and spare her more pain?”

Voldemort’s eyes widened as he came over to his daughter and lifted her up to stand, looking into her eyes.

“You are sure?”

Hermione nodded again. “I want to try.”

Tom gazed over at Marlene, who was pale and shaking a bit from using her powers.

He sighed in resignation, understanding on some level that Marlene had permanently taxed her core and it would likely have deleterious consequences.

Facing his daughter once more, Voldemort nodded.

“You can try.”

Moving back down to her knees, Hermione faced Meghan and smiled gently. “I can possibly heal you, give you back what was taken.”

Meghan appeared dubious. “I’m not sure anyone has the power to do so, but you can try.” Hermione went to reach for the girl’s face, much like she’d seen her own mother do with the girl’s mother—but before she could place her hands, Meghan grabbed one of her wrists and said firmly. “If this doesn’t work—if you can’t heal me and make me forget—then kill me.”

Hermione nodded and placed her hands upon the Muggle girl’s face and closed her eyes—searching within her own magical essence to see if she could find what she needed. As she quieted her mind, she traced her magic to her core and felt her betrothal necklace hum with energy and life. Her whole body felt warm and comforted, which radiated out of her core and into the rest of her body.

Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t see what the rest of those within the room did.

Hermione’s aura, instead of darkening like her mother’s, started to glow like a bright golden light. It moved out from her chest and through the rest of her body, enveloping herself and the Muggle girl.

Draco gasped as he felt Hermione’s magic pulsate through his own body and felt his own magic respond in kind. His own aura began to glow, and Marlene smiled to see that her daughter and betrothed were fully soul bonded, as she knew they were destined to be.

The rest of the Death Eaters were astonished at the connection of their Lord’s daughter and the Malfoy Heir.

Voldemort took Marlene’s hand and squeezed it, knowing that their daughter had finally come into her full inheritance. The fact that she could access her powers at will, and had not suffered the same fate Marlene had, made Voldemort happy for his heir—but it also made him realize in that moment, what he’d denied his mate because of his choices.

Once the glow faded, Hermione’s eyes opened and Meghan drifted down to the ground asleep. Moving to stand, she felt Draco’s presence at her side immediately. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “You are amazing, my love.”

Hermione moved back and Voldemort motioned for Severus to come forward. “Check her, Severus. See if any physical damage remains.”

Severus moved forward and ran some scans with his wand. When he was finished he stood and conjured a blanket to cover the young woman’s body.

“She appears healed, My Lord. There are no physical manifestations of abuse that my scans could detect although it might be wise to bring in a more seasoned Healer to run some additional tests. I would be happy to remove her memories, My Lord.”

Voldemort nodded. “Take her with you back to Hogwarts and have Madam Pomfrey look her over. If she gives the girl a clean bill of health, remove those memories and come to me. We will determine how to best reintroduce her back into the Muggle World.”

“Of course, my Lord.” Severus bowed and then nodded to Hermione once before he levitated the girl and took her back to Hogwarts with him.

Tom then faced his daughter and her intended. “You’ve both done very well tonight. Return to Hogwarts and I will speak with both of you soon.”

“Yes, My Lord.” Both Hermione and Draco said in union, before they made their way to the floo, calling out for the Headmasters office.

When they were gone, Tom turned to his followers to address them. “You have all done well this evening. Let this night serve to remind you all what happens to those who try and hurt what is mine.”

All those present bowed in understanding and the Dark Lord took his leave with his witch.

He needed to get her back to McKinnon Manor before she collapsed.