Manacled

by senlinyu

Summary

Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.

Illustrated by Avendell.

Notes

Warning: This work is dark. Rape and non-consensual sex are a significant and ongoing aspect of the plot. There are also character deaths, psychological trauma, descriptions of battlefield violence, and references to torture. Reader discretion is advised.

Author's Note: The characters in this story are not mine: they belong to JK Rowling, whom I happen to not be. The initial inspiration of this plot occurred when watching the first episode of The Handmaid's Tale. In homage there are elements of it maintained throughout the story. The title High Reeve was drawn from Lady_of_Clunn's use in her story Uncoffined.

This story diverges from canon following the conclusion of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Alpha/beta work by jamethiel and pidanka. All remaining errors are my own original work.

Update 5/20: Manacled illustrations were created and gifted by Avendell, follow her on tumblr and instagram.

UPDATE 9/24: Manacled will be removed from AO3 at the end of the year 12/31/24. Feel free to download and save it for private use, however any distribution by sale is a violation of copyright law.

See the end of the work for more notes

Translation into 中文-普通话 國語 available: 镣铐之下 by AkaneC

Translation into Bahasa Indonesia available: Manacled by SenLinYu by MondSchatten

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<p>Chapter 1</p>

Hermione had long given up hope of seeing in the darkness.

For a time, she thought maybe if she just let her eyes adjust, eventually some faint outline would become visible.

There were no glimmers of moonlight slipping through so deep in the dungeons. No torches in the hallways outside the cell. Just more and more darkness, until she wondered sometimes if she might be blind.

She had explored every inch of the cell with her fingertips. The door, sealed with magic, had no lock to pick, even if she had anything but straw and a chamber pot. She smelled the air in the hopes it might indicate something; the season, the distant scent of food or potions. The air was stale, wet, cold. Lifeless.

She had hoped if she just checked carefully enough, she'd find a loose slab-stone in the wall; some secret compartment hiding a nail, or a spoon, or even a bit of rope. Apparently the cell had never held an audacious prisoner. No scratches to mark time. No loose stones. Nothing.

Nothing but darkness.