Archive of Our Own beta

Harry Potter died. Later, Voldemort decided to solve it to strengthen the magical power. Hermione Granger has a secret order that has been lost but hidden in his heart, and as a result, she is sent to the supreme Liver as a slave until her intelligence is hacked. 。

Illustration: Andel

Notes:

• Medium-Bun-Translation to Normal Language available: 镣铐 Noshita by akanec.
• Bahas Indonesian translation available: Monshatten's "ManACLED by SenLinyu"
• Polish translation: wkajdanach by vera_verto
• Can be translated into German: German translation available: ManAcled Deutsch by Annelina97
• Italian translation: ManAcle d-Traduzione Italiana by Dramioannie
• Spanish translation available: ManACLED CREATOR ALEXAR2914
• Spanish translation is possible: ManACLED by SenLINYU (Español) by Blasemalfoyy
• Translation in French is possible: Manacled | Translation in French by cklays
• There is also a translation of Romanesque: Manacled (î ncătușat) by mary_ravenwood
• Brazilian translation available: ManAcled by Workbiss19
• Translated to Italian: Italian translation by ManACLE D-CHIARAFABBRI84
• French translation available: Manacle d-Translation NovaFrogster
• Brazilian translation with Manacle d-Garota_Domalfoy translation
• By shaking Jacqueline
• Magble d-NYX_CINDER MegBilincelt with Majar translation
• Spanish translation with manAcled de SenLINYU (Español de España, Castellano) by Larissa1281
• Can be translated with Belarus: Sky / MANACLED (by) by krystsina
• Translation to Czech is possible: Spoutanáále (Manacled) | Czech translation by goldenfox_and_and_emptines
• Translated to Indonesian: Manacled (Terjemahan) by Queenstoria
• Brazilian translation: ManAcled ｜ Traduoxo [Completo] by Moonters
• Chi m-Leg translation: ManAcled (Cymraeg/WELSH) by DWS265

Warning: This is a gloomy work. Rape and sex without consent are considered to be a nuance of necessary and immutable plots. There are still mentions on the death of the characters, the spiritual wounds, the description of violence and torture in the background of the battle. Please be careful when browsing.

Author Note: The character in this situation is not mine. I first came up with this plot when I was watching the first episode of "Handmade Story". To put it in a way, the components exist everywhere. The title High Reave was taken from the story of Lady_of_clunn's onOffined.

This situation spreads along with the Kanon at the end of the Harry Potter and the Knights of the Phoenix.

Jamethyl and Fagots Alpha/ beta work. All other mistakes are my personal work.

Update 5/20: AENDELL is created and donated in the photo "Manapode", please check with Tumblr and Instagram.

9/24 Update: ManACLED will be deleted from AO3 by the end of December 24. Pump up without shy and protect for personal use. However, the distribution by implementation is considered a violation of copyright law.

Chapter 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for annotations).

Chapter Text

Hermione has long lost hope to see the darkness.

For a while, she thought that if it was a rudimentary thing until my eyes got used to it, I would eventually think of something like an incomplete outline.

In the dungeon, for example, the moonlight did not insert into the back. There is no torch in the corridor outside the video camera. The haze became increasingly bigger, and occasionally she seemed to be invisible.

She observed every corner of the video camera. The doors sealed by mysticism did not have a castle that could be hacked, even if she had something. She smelled the air. I believed that something could be felt, such as the season, food and the distant scent of drinks. The air was old, damp and cold. I'm dead.

If you look carefully, you may be able to find a stunning stone in the wall. You may be able to find a secret branch, a spoon, or a cut end of the string. No doubt, there was no arrogant prisoner in this video camera. There is almost no wound that noticed time. There are almost no pebbles. there is nothing.

there is nothing.

There was no opportunity to speak out to release this inexhaustible silence. When she dragged her to the video camera and found the latter, it was a parting with the current Ambridge.

Ambridge dropped speed and whispered "quietly".

She said that the Hermione chin was melted with her wand and her eyes met.

Ambridge laughed and smiled, and her sweet breath, like her sugar, shook Hermione's face.

Hermione was in the dark and silence.

Did you forget her? No one came. There was almost no torture. There is almost no interrogation. Just black, silent loneliness.

The tableware was scattered. For example, she had no opportunity to observe that period, depending on the random.

She was reading the magic drug recipe in her head. Transformation. Rune evaluation. Nursery rhyme. Her finger was shining vividly, imitating how to use the cane and casting a spell. She calculated from several thousands and subtracted the normal amount.

I started sports. Nobody seemed to want to restrict her physically, and the video camera was quite large, so she could roll around it. She learned a handstand. He took a few hours of pus h-ups and did s o-s o-called "barpy" who loved cousin in summer. In addition, he discovered a crunching of his feet on the video camera's door and hanging his head down and hanging.

Thanks to you. dig. She hid in the corner and deeply asleep when the limbs that drove themselves into a new physical limit were jellyed.

This was the only way to forcibly end the performance in front of the war.

Sometimes she thought she was dead. Was it hell? Even if you don't count the darkness, loneliness, nothing, the most terrifying note, you'll always be hanging in front of you.

When it finally made a sound, it sounded loud. In the distance, the door that had been left for a long time opened. And light. Dazzling, dazzling light.

It seemed to be stabbed with a knife.

She retracted into the corner and closed her eyes.

Amber is still fine, "said Amber. Lift her and look at her, she is still conscious. "

A rough hand pulled Hermione from the corner and tried to release her hands. Even though the eyelids were closed firmly, the unexpected brightness felt that the knife was hit by the cornea. She knocked on her hand and her eyes covered her eyes again.

Oh, Merrina's fault, "Amber said in a sharp and impatient voice. I was beaten by the mud blood without a cane. Petolificus Taothrase "

Hermione's body was nervous. Fortunately, my eyes were still closed.

"I should have had a separation to die. It's important."

The curse pierced into the Hermione's stiff corpse. Amber was not the most powerful wizard while Hermione cursed, but she really cursed. The pain attacked Hermione like a flame. I couldn't move and I felt that Hermione was twisting the internal organs and being released from pain. My head was thrilled, the pain became even worse, and I had no time to rest.

The pain in her entire eyelid disappeared, but it did not subside. The curse was lifted, but the excruciating pain remained inside, like a pinched nerve.

Hermione felt her brain trying to separate herself from the pain of being suspended in mid-air. Get out. A first step to freedom. But she didn't have the chance.

Bring her in for a checkup. Tell me what the healers have to say, now.'

She floated away, but the universe remained a blur of sound and pain. Countless sounds, for example. Pulsations that seemed to pierce her skin. At one point, the air was blown away by the sound and light, so she must have been kept outside the barrier chamber.

She tried to hold back, concentrating only on the footsteps. Ten steps straight. Right. Thirty steps. Left. Fifteen steps. Stop. One of the guards who had lifted her off knocked on the door.

Come in, said a dull voice.

The door slammed open.

Leave it there.

Hermione felt her body being lowered into the examination room.

She felt the wand being thrust at her.

"The final spell?"

"Immobilization and a groin slap," a fresh voice replied. Hermione had dreamed that she truly understood it, but her intellect was overwhelmed by the pain and she couldn't understand what it was.

"Immobilization?" The doctor seemed annoyed. "How long?"

"Only for a moment. We can do more."

Irritated voice. "For example, we only have a few. Amber is trying to ruin them? Heal her, or we'll hurt her when we break the spell.

Hermione felt leather straps wrap around her wrists and ankles, and something was caught between her teeth. A wand was placed on her temple.

"Jo-ho-ho. Your intelligence may not be mush yet, but you're a little witch. This is going to hurt a lot at this rate. But," he continued brightly, "after this, you'll test yourself more than anyone else. Finite Incantatem!"

Hermione's world fell apart. It was like another cross. Irrevocably brought back to her senses, Hermione's body recoiled, screaming and thrashing. The straps holding her in place were barely keeping her from arching backwards as she writhed, swaying and screaming in pain. It seemed a full century passed before she stopped fighting. A full century passed before she stopped fighting, her muscles still trembling violently, her chest heaving with sobs.

"That's enough. You can go now," the Doctor said, poking Hermione again with his wand. "But tell Amber that if she comes back on her own in this state I'll report her for sabotage.

Hermione opened his eyes and forgotten the guards. The view was blurred. Everything nearby was painful, but there was a chance to distinguish the blurred contours, and there was no pain due to light. To be more precise, other luggage, not her eyes, was sick.

The doctor is back. He was a big man. She did not come to discover him. She hugged him tightly and tried to see him.

"Oh, great. I turned my wrist and checked the number of Manakuru's Cthuska." 273

He took out a thin folder from the shelf, frowned and looked through.

There is no doubt that Mad Blood. Hogwarts student. The grades are pretty good. Hmm ... when I was a fifth grade, an unknown curse on my belly. Not a very good news. So what is the issue?

He cast a complex diagnostic spell above her head. She saw a magical sign floating on her head.

The healer felt them and created an article. In addition, he was intrigued by the abdomen, especially the part painted with purple paint.

"What ..." She bruxed with a bite of a monkey.

"HM? Oh, there are a lot of things. The host is your body's property. You are surprisingly good. Where are you kept? But if you don't understand this ancient curse you are still holding. It doesn't make sense.

He was silent and smiled grinning. Hermione saw purple flames in the belly, along with the difficult movement of the cane and spells. The interior suddenly began to foam, and she felt something that would be a life between the internal organs wriggling. Something was crawling inside her.

Before she screamed, the healer sent a red spell to her. The rattle was over, and she felt something melted from the body.

"This spell is wrong." Someone tried to eat you alive, but fortunately the spell was incomplete. I corrected him and delayed him. 。

Hermione did not answer. Hermione did not reply.

"Good. You were allowed to enroll. You have a qualification. You will be useful for us, but to recover from this cross, you will probably need some treatment. "

The cane was ticked and the wrist and ankle strap was removed. Hermione stood up slowly. Her muscles were still drawn unconsciously.

The doctor opened the door and said: "She had surgery. Please plow. "

He headed to his table.

Everything looked abnormally round. She made her commit himself. The light was very catchy, and in fact she had a little opportunity to think about the people around him.

With a trembling hand, she took a monkey from the teeth. Here I started making a rattling noise. She posed. Very cold.

The guard approached her and pulled his hand and picked it up. She crawled down the table and tried to get up.

Was it her voice? She didn't remember what her voice was.

The words were meaningless, and all the shining objects in the room seemed to be stretched and distorted in her eyes, as if they were dropped into a goldfish aquarium. The healer was embarrassed.

I think I'm actually planning, "I'm actually crisp ...". There was no chance that the sentence would escape from the bruxism.

"

At one point, the darkness began to enter her limit. All the glowing objects disappeared, and only in front of her was a worried healer's personality. She fell with her eyes rounded.

No one could find her.

Her head hit the corner of the table. Strong.

"Damn!" - Squeezy cursed. The recording sound seemed to be distorted.

The last thing I remembered was that Hermione had a chance to be Marcus Flint.

It was all exactly the same as fixing it as drowning in an oatmeal. Hermione did not know why this comparison came to her heart first. Hermione fought with her, tried to appear on the cabin, listened to a muffled voice, and tried to understand the meaning.

"16 months in a single video camera with lack of light and sound! She must be completely reckless, no matter how quoted, but not dead. In fact, there is no record! A bottomless hole. See this file, how many psychology psychology is paralyzed! Her photos were given, but no one was given! There is no record of what happened!

There was a gap, and Hermione heard "KHM-KM".

For example, there are many prisoners here. Just like Miss Granger, once or twice, breaking through the earth and falling is not surprising.

"Miss Granger..."--the other's voice suddenly rang with fear and stuttering. The same Granger? You knew it was her! You tried to kill her.

"What? No! I never... I never thought the Dark Lord would decide their fate. I'm just a servant.

"You think our Lord would forget a prisoner like Hermione Granger? You think he would forgive you if he knew what you had done?"

"I didn't want to keep this up for long! It was only temporary. You don't know Hermione. You don't know her abilities. I had to make sure she couldn't escape, couldn't be contacted. The castle was still being rebuilt. And... when everything was ready, she flew out of my mind. I will never challenge my Lord. "

The success of the business entitled "Our Lord" rests on you and my head. If you find even the slightest sign that you have done something to ruin his plans, I will report you to him immediately. Granger is now completely under my jurisdiction. You must not approach her without my permission. If anything happens to her and anyone else does it, it will be your doing.

"But... but she has many enemies." Umbridge's voice trembled.

"Then I suggest you follow the prison carefully. The Dark Lord has specifically named her in his plans. If it is necessary to succeed, I will throw you before him today. I have worked longer and more stubbornly to earn my position than you, the boss. I will not let anyone get in my way. I leave the rest to you. The Dark Lord expects a report on the number of matches tonight. I have spent half a day correcting your mistakes."

A few steps were lost. This was Umbridge, Hermione thought, and hoped. Hermione opened her eyes and tried to look around silently.

It was not enough. Hermione opened her eyes fully and saw the healer standing over her. She saw a vague outline. The healer bent down to study Hermione, and against the bright light she could just make out her figure: an older woman, stiff, wearing the gown of medical experience.

"You're Hermione Granger, I see."

Hermione didn't know how to respond to this comment. From what she had overheard she hadn't gotten any sense of what they wanted from her. She was important to Voldemort's terrible deception. She couldn't be dead or mad. Maybe they'd stop torturing her so horribly.

She was silent, believing the doctor who kept talking even though the person did not reply. She waited for sympathy.

"You need to ask yourself, another, the same, not understanding. How are you still alive? How did you manage your mind?"

"I... I don't even think about it," Hermione answered. Her voice was deeper and shaky than she remembered. It was as if her vocal cords were atrophied, as if tension was needed to push out consonants. "I practiced mental arithmetic. I read potions. I tried hard not to slip up.

"Amazing," the doctor muttered, filling out the folder. But how did you survive? There is practically no entry about the fact that someone fed you, but you did not eat perfectly.

"I... I don't take into account. Food was born. There was no specific time. I even thought it was intentional.

What does "was intentional" mean?

"The irregularities.... I basically thought it was part of the sensory deprivation. So I don't know.... how long it's been.

With each sentence her voice got thinner and thinner.

"OVER. Right. Creative, right? How are you feeling? You've never been taken out of your room. And yet your muscle tone is not like 50 percent of my healer's. How is that possible?"

"When? I haven't had a chance to think, I was working out, until now, I could no longer.

"What are those exercises?"

"Every single one. Jumps. Push ups. Crunches. All basically reducing me. To avoid dreams

"What kind of dreams are you trying not to have?"

Hermione held her breath. The other problems were mundane. This was closer to reality.

"Dreams about the past.

"When we drove here." Hermione's voice was quiet. Angry. Hermione covered her eyes. "Indeed. Another Karakul." The sound made Hermione's muscles tremble. "You will be staying here, in the hospital, until the side effects of the torture have worn off. We need to get a specialist to find out what happened to your brain."

Hermione's eyes opened.

"There..." she was skeptical. "I wonder what's wrong with me?" The healer looked at Hermione thoughtfully and guided his wand over her head.

"You were isolated for 16 months by shutting down. It's basically an element magic that you are generally recognized. Especially in consideration of the situation before you arrive, such skills. I guess I wasn't able to avoid the results. "

"Yes," Hermione answered and looked down on the blanket laid on his knees. Hermione smelled a preservative, so that he wanted to cause pharyngeal reflexes.

"Imagine what a normal healthy magic brain is like. This is your brain.

Just moving the stick on the screen, Hermione's brain was magically projected.

Hermione narrowed his eyes. There were small light emissions scattered around the projected images. Everywhere in the brain. She had never seen her.

"I think these are in the development of magic," she said.

"At one point of isolated, mysticism began to protect you. I didn't have the opportunity to express magic outside, so I became inner. As you said, you are to slip. However, I did my best to do my best to take care of myself. In principle, Fugue gives an artistic setting, but it is almost like a surgical surgery. "

Hermione stared at him.

"Does it actually look like I have fallen apart?"

"It's like this. I've never seen a similar thing. It's probably a new magic disease

"Do I have many personalities?" Hermione was attacked by unexpected helplessness.

"No, you are separating a part of your intelligence. I think your mystery wants to protect them from mental attacks, but I end up you. I did not allow access to.

Hermione refused to grumpy.

"Do you really remember?

"Well, you'll definitely need to find what you have pinched. How to invite your parents?"

Hermione has been silent for a while and tried to understand whether the question is for diagnosis or to get information. I got blood from my face.

"I don't consider it," she said, at some point, and had no chance to hang up. "I remember that I was actually an escort. It was a mug, but I don't remember them."

She looked for a healer to suppress her vanity in her heart.

"Do you know something?

I'm sorry, but I don't know. Let's ask another question. Do you remember the junior high school you learned? Who was your best friend? "

Hogwarts. Harry and Ron," Hermione said, lowering her eyes. Her fingers twitched uncontrollably.

"Do you remember the Prefect?"

"Do you remember what actually happened to him?"

"He died," Hermione said, closing her eyes.

"Yes, do you remember the terms of his death?"

"No," in fact, I remember him being reinstated as Prefect after it was confirmed that the Wolf-Well-Know-Who had returned.

"Interesting," came the opening line again. "What do you remember about the war?"

"I was a doctor. I was in the hospital branch. We couldn't help many people. Something... something went wrong. Harry died. They hung him from the Astronomy Tower and we watched him rot. They hung Ron and his family nearby. Tonks and Lupin. They tortured them to death. Then they put me on this video camera and left me there."

Hermione said shakily. The hospital bed shook and made nervous creaks.

The healer made no sign of celebrating and made a new note.

"This is very unusual and interesting. I've never heard of a similar fugue state. I can't wait to hear the experts' thoughts."

"I'm glad it's like this," Hermione said, turning her lips and opening her eyes to look at the healer.

"I'm glad it's like this," Hermione said, turning her lips and opening her eyes to look at the healer. "Well, well, high. It's not cruel at all. Look at it from a medical point of view. For example, if there was something in the past where you needed to protect your intelligence, it was the result of a war that obviously injured you. But did you actually decide to protect it intuitively? Your guardian identity and the military personnel strategy of the Order. Your mysticism led you to protect not your mind, but everyone else's. This is very interesting.

Hermione agreed, this seemed like a big deal.

Getting the chance to reunite was elementally great. The chance to chat. The video camera footage. It all looked so big. It was so moist. It was so gripping.

She said nothing more. Then after a few minutes, the writer looked up again.

"If the experts don't disagree, we'll have you recuperate in the hospital for a week, and then we'll carry out the examination. This is to give you time to get used to the lights and sounds, and to receive important therapy instructions to help you recover from the torture and concussion you suffered during the examination."

The healer began to step back, but then slowed his pace.

"I hope I don't need my email, but if you take into account your family and the situation, you still have to explain it. You're standing in the crossroads. In fact, more things will happen to you. Is Vegis, but you have an option.

Is this parting word advice? Threat? caveat? Hermione did not understand well. The healer disappeared beyond the parting curtain.

Hermione carefully looked back on his life. She was still in Hogwarts. I was changing from prison uniforms to hospital pajamas. Hermione was disappointed that he pulled his sleeves and removed his belongings on his wrist.

She brought her wrist close to her face and looked around. As soon as they were put in a video camera, she was placed on her, and she had no chance to see what they looked.

In the world, it looked as simple as a bracelet on both wrists. It was shining like a new on e-yen coin. As she wanted, it was a ore.

In the darkness of his video camera, she tried to understand countless time and understand. The answer was easy. I had a lot of opportunity to think about how they do it, how to avoid them, blindly silent.

Eventually, when she confessed that they couldn't avoid them, she began to understand how they work.

At the same time, she hated and praised the people who invented the copper. No matter how much copper used magic, it was certain that there was a core of the dragon's heart, including what came out of her personal cane.

Mana Kles seemed intentionally matched her.

In the video camera, during the crawling, using a wandering magic from hand to brush, it became an elemental when reaching a sashimi. After confirming that they were enhanced, she worked as soon as she worked. < SPAN> "I hope I don't need my email, but I still have to explain it in consideration of your family and the situation. You're standing at the crossroads. Actually It is Vegis that happens, but you have the options.

Is this parting word advice? Threat? caveat? Hermione did not understand well. The healer disappeared beyond the parting curtain.

Hermione carefully looked back on his life. She was still in Hogwarts. I was changing from prison uniforms to hospital pajamas. Hermione was disappointed that he pulled his sleeves and removed his belongings on his wrist.

She brought her wrist close to her face and looked around. As soon as they were put in a video camera, she was placed on her, and she had no chance to see what they looked.

In the world, it looked as simple as a bracelet on both wrists. It was shining like a new on e-yen coin. As she wanted, it was a ore.

In the darkness of his video camera, she tried to understand countless time and understand. The answer was easy. I had a lot of opportunity to think about how they do it, how to avoid them, blindly silent.

Eventually, when she confessed that they couldn't avoid them, she began to understand how they work.

Notes:

• At the same time, she hated and praised the people who invented the copper. No matter how much copper used magic, it was certain that there was a core of the dragon's heart, including what came out of her personal cane.
• Mana Kles seemed intentionally matched her.
• In the video camera, during the crawling, using a wandering magic from hand to brush, it became an elemental when reaching a sashimi. After confirming that they were enhanced, she worked as soon as she worked. "I hope I don't need my email, but if you take into account your family and the situation, you still have to explain it. You're standing in the crossroads. In fact, more things will happen to you. Is Vegis, but you have an option.
• Is this parting word advice? Threat? caveat? Hermione did not understand well. The healer disappeared beyond the parting curtain.
• Hermione carefully looked back on his life. She was still in Hogwarts. I was changing from prison uniforms to hospital pajamas. Hermione was disappointed that he pulled his sleeves and removed his belongings on his wrist.
• She brought her wrist close to her face and looked around. As soon as they were put in a video camera, she was placed on her, and she had no chance to see what they looked.
• In the world, it looked as simple as a bracelet on both wrists. It was shining like a new on e-yen coin. As she wanted, it was a ore.
• In the darkness of his video camera, she tried to understand countless time and understand. The answer was easy. I had a lot of opportunity to think about how they do it, how to avoid them, blindly silent.