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A/N: This is the prologue. And, hopefully, this is the only section of the story where-in... torture or such literary devices will be used. If, however, something comes up, you'll all be warned. The next chapters will be shorter than the usual chapters I write for "Irrational Revelations". Simply because it's part of the suspense, and I'm meing something new. In totality --as far as I can see it, if I might add-- this fic will be filled with romance and... sarcasm. So yes, the style and content you will be reading in this prologue isn't the actual style I'll be using for the whole fiction. Check it out.

People have told me this chapter is equally "disturbing" but "cool". I'm not sure I agree with the latter one as it definitely resides in personal opinion and the word is pretty vague, but I find the former true. See, there's this three italicized lines... Well, let me just remind you, this will be the only chapter (until chapter eight) , so far, that I could see having this kind of similar content. I would appreciate it if I would get some kind of feedback for this context (since it's my first time), and for the later chapters. :)

Hermione Granger dropped her throbbing forehead to her scarred hands. /Let me thank the Death Eaters for that/.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on something -/anything­-/but the sharp incessant thump she could feel on the back of her head.

Where the hell is it?

Drip.

/There/.

Trickle.

Run.

Drip. Drip.

Run. Trickle.

Drip. Trickle.

She managed to smile grimly, her lips cracked and bleeding. No matter how deep their Death Eater cells were situated underneath the earth, water was sure to be around. /Thank God for that/. It provided her a distraction-a distraction against the inevitable.

The truth was she didn't know why they have kept here this long. Eighteen days, eleven hours, forty-six minutes and ticking.

They only tortured her thrice. Pure torture. There was no negotiation, no demand. Just pure twisted torture accompanied by sadistic laughter. And when she thought everything was over, it suddenly became too personal for her to stomach. Too personal, too intimate. The Death Eaters were sordid, inhuman creatures. When she studied World History independently, she was shocked to believe that humans were actually capable of subjecting other humans to numerous atrocities. She threw up after. She knew they happened, but it was hard getting past the word 'history' and relating it to 'reality'. What happened to her was reliving history. Boy, was she lucky, she thought sarcastically. One of the great many reasons they happened was racism. The others, hell/, were just for the heck of it. The torture, the rape, was pretty much /just for the heck of it. They haven't done anything crucial to undermine or sabotage Harry's forces. What are they truly up to?

Oh God!

"Oh... ah-h. Swweet Merlin!"

"She's a good fuck. Suckle her nipples; you'll hear her moaning like an animal. Just the way she is."

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the images to go away.

"When I pound on her, I want her tight. Do something about it when I return. Understood?"

"Bitch, mudblood. You see now do you? Scream for me!"

The sounds to go away.

Please.

Drip.

/There/.

Trickle.

Run.

Drip. Drip.

Run. Trickle.

Drip. Trickle.

She was breathing harder and harder by each second. She flung her head back to the wall, hitting herself none too gently.

A silent hiss of pain; she welcomed it.

Maybe she could choose between the pain and the images. She'd choose pain instead. Maybe she can die from the pain. No. They wouldn't allow her to die; they made that perfectly obvious with the various examinations. They made sure that no matter how hurt she was, she would survive. She was alive for a reason, she thought despicably.

Maybe to lure Harry.

Oh, Merlin.

The heavy metal door opened, its hinges making a loud scraping sound against the floor. Hermione shied away from the light quickly, covering her already shut eyes. It was already a reflex. It was pathetic. She couldn't even stand light anymore. Was she even still human?

She felt hands grip her arms tightly; she was sure there were already numerous hand prints on what used to be unmarred skin. Great, now she was being vain. It was so unlike her at all. She was losing sanity.

"Bring her to the Conditioning Center." A snap of impatience. "Quick!"

She was shoved back to the brass chair which made her wince. "W-what d-do-..." she tried to rasp.

"Good afternoon, Miss Meredith Reynolds."

She tried to shoot the person her most quelling look. And failed. "H-Hermione Gra-nger's my name."

"Miss Meredith Reynolds, please repeat your given name."

"H-herm- ahh!" she screamed violently. The sound so raw, it hurt just listening to it.

Something was- no, it can't be an electric chair! It was- it was muggle! Oh right, lest she forget that Voldermort was half-blood.

A voice laughed, cold, cruel, calculating. "Ah, music to my ears," it whispered softly. "Miss Reynolds, please, as much as I love hearing your angelic screams," it paused, "I would appreciate it if you acknowledge your new identity." It purred, "Utter something intelligible. It's what you do best, I hear, besides, of course, relieving us of our sexual frustrations."

Hermione kicked viciously, struggling against the chains and binds. "Fuck you! Fuck all of you!"

"I believe we've surpassed that." The laughter continued, filling the entire room.

"/Nox." /And light was disengaged.

"Watch, Miss Reynolds. Your very life will be unfolding before you," it said pleasantly, a dagger on silk, ripping it. Treacherous.

A video was suddenly played. What the fuck were they playing at?

Oh.

It was her, her, her.

Hermione's eyes widened before she forced them shut. "Noo-/arghh/-/ahhhh/!"

"Well yes, this will be playing forever."

"Son of a---/biah!" /Convulsions claimed her.

Another voice whispered lowly, "This will take a while. Do everything here. /Everything. /Make her forget, then make her learn."

A/N::wince:: I hope you guys aren't disturbed. That's why I had the first A/N added-- as a caution to you guys. Review and tell me what you think.