Hermione's POV:

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~
"Aaahhhhhh! No! Stop! Please stop!" I screamed. I was in the Malfoy manner. We had just been captured. Bellatrix had just carved that dreaded word into my arm. A death eater was on top of me. His filthy hands roamed my body. I was unable to push him off dew to me being held down by another death eater that wore a twisted smile on his face.

"So beautiful for such filth. Don't worry, I'll make you feel what it's like to be with purity such as myself." Said the one on top of me. He squeezed my breasts harshly and kissed my neck with a low groan. I tried to squirm away from him in vain. One of his hands slid down my body and into my pants.

"S-stop! Please!" I sobbed. I couldn't do anything to fight him off. I felt him enter his fingers into me harshly and work them in and out of me. Tears slowly made their way down my face as he continued. Then he slowly pulled them out and licked them. I cringed slightly at the action. He then ripped off all of my clothing, leaving me in nothing on the floor. I tried to squirm away again but to no avail. The monster holding me downs grip was to tight. I continued to cry and beg for it to stop. The one on top of me then rammed himself into me. I let a scream escape my lips at the pain that flooded my body. He continued for what felt like an eternity until he unloaded himself into me with a loud moan.

Each death eater in the room, except the Malfoys, then took turns using me as some sex toy. My screams and sobs filled the room. When they were done, they re-dressed my broken form. That's when Bellatrix grabbed me up and the boys entered the room. Their wands pointed at her, ready to save me, but they were already to late in my mind.

~~~~~time skip~~~~~
I was in my bathroom, on the floor. The war had been over for a week. A pregnancy test was laying on my sink. It was positive. I was crying my eyes out. What was I going to do? I was pregnant with some death eater's baby. I didn't know what one. I didn't care who's it was. The were all filth to me. I didn't know what to do. Who to tell. What would Ron say? Would he leave me?

~~~~~time skip~~~~~
"I don't care your excuse, Ronald! This is completely unforgivable!" I screamed. I can't believe him! We haven't been together more than a month and he is already cheating on me with some bimbo! I was gathering my things from his room. My mind going a mile a minute. I pushed past him to grab my duffle bag so I could carry everything better.

He grabbed my wrist and turned me to look at him. "Damn it 'Mione! Stop! Listen to me!" I ripped my wrist from his grip and crossed my arms over my chest.

I gave him a look that said "speak" and he continued. "I don't know what happened. One minute I was going to visit you, and the next she was all over me and we were back here. Then you walked in. I swear I don't know what went on. You have to believe me."

My face softened and I cupped his cheek with my hand. He relaxed into my touch before I slapped him in the face as hard as I could. Leaving a stinging sensation on my palm. "I don't have to do anything Ronald. And I will never condone such idiocy." He stood there in shock as I walked out of his room with all of my belongings. As I reached the front door, I could hear him yell and glass shattering. I didn't look back though. I was going strait to my house to cool down.

When I reached my house, I broke down. Everything that had happened hit me all at once. The war had just ended a month prior, I had told him about the baby just 2 weeks ago. He had said that he would stay and help me through this. But now, the man I thought I loved, I caught cheating on me. All the deaths from the war were still fresh in my brain. Harry and Ginny had split up, Ginny was devastated. Draco never left his house. I couldn't bring back my parent's memories of me. It was like life was out to get me. I was all alone. I had no one to tell me it would be ok.

I sat on the floor of my living room, my head on the couch as I sobbed into the leather cushion. Soon enough, there was a sharp pain in my abdomen and I could feel blood soak through my jeans. I let out a scream of pain. Then I heard a *pop* noise and Mrs. Weasley was standing beside me. She looked at me for a moment with sorrow written on her face, that soon turned to concern when she saw the blood covering my jeans. "I need to go to the hospital." I said through tears as I cradled my stomach and stood up.

She helped me to St Mungo's and we were rushed into a room by a team of doctors and nurses. They ran a bunch of tests and found out that I had had a miscarriage. I cried for what felt like hours. They gave me some potions to clean my body of what was left of the baby and to manage the pain. I went home later that night. Molly helped me change and put me to bed, where I fell asleep immediately from exhaustion.

I awoke to the smell of rose tea being made. Slowly, I lifted my head and rubbed the spots out of my eyes. Once they were gone, I got up off my bed and made my way to the kitchen. Standing there, making tea, was none other than Molly Weasley. She hadn't left me that night. She had stayed to make sure I was ok.

She had a small, sad smile on her face when she noticed me. "Hello dear." She placed the cups of tea on the table and walked over to me. She pulled me into a tight hug causing me to let out a soft sigh and hug her back. Her smell was so comforting in that moment. After about a minute, she pulled away to look at me. "I know what happened darling. Ron told me when I asked him why he was so angry. That's why I came here yesterday. I'm so disappointed in him. And I'm sorry you had to go through everything you did yesterday. I can't imagine how it felt." She led me to the table and sat me down.

I couldn't hold back the tears as they streamed down my cheeks again. "Why? W-was I not good enough for him?" I said in a hoarse voice. I cringed slightly at the sound.

"That's not it dear. You know it's not. Ronald is just an idiot who doesn't know how to keep it in his pants." She stated firmly. I chuckled weakly at her words. She is right though. He is an idiot. She smiled at me.

We sat there just talking for a couple of hours. Before we knew it, it was dark out and she had to head back home. When she was finally gone, I slouched onto the couch with a sigh. I still felt bad. Just less bad than if she hadn't been here.

~~~time skip~~~

About 8 months after I caught Ron cheating on me, I was walking home from work. I loved the feel of the warm breeze blowing through my hair. I liked walking because it gave me a chance to be alone with my thoughts.

I turned down the same alley-way I take every day to get home. This time there was a small, silver kitten laying on the ground. It's soft mews of hunger, pulling me out of the trance I was in. I looked down at it and it trotted its way over to me excitedly. I picked it up with a smile and brought it back to my home.

Once we were inside I went strait to the kitchen and grabbed a small bowl and filled it with some cream. It drank it all greedily. I smiled, watching it. It's eyes we're a beautiful bright blue while it's fur was a silvery sort of white that shown in the sunlight. It was far to small for how old he appeared to be. I could tell it hadn't properly eaten in a while but that was about to change. I was going to take care of it. Make sure nothing ever happened to it.

Once it finished, it made its way over to me and rubbed against my leg. I could hear it's soft purrs in the quiet room. "I suppose you need a name now, don't you?" It mewed up at me in response. "How about Bellamy? That's what I had picked out for my baby if it had been a boy. What do you say?" His purrs only got louder in response so I took that as he like it. I then spread myself out on the couch with Bellamy on my lap. We were like that for hours. I just read a book and occasionally stroked his soft fur, earning a comforting purr in return.

I had made up with Ron about a month ago. Sort of anyway. I could be in the same room as him without punching him. Which means I can go over there to talk to Ginny and Molly now. He had apologized so many times. I told him it was fine and that we could still be friends. He was so relieved he picked me up in a hug. Of course I made him put me down but he still smiled and went on his marry way. I just went back home to drink some fire whiskey and go to bed.