I sat slumped on the cellar floor, or should say dungeon since I was trapped down here while the world changed drastically around me, I didn't know if they had caught Harry and Ron, or if both were still looking out for horcruxes, albeit without my knowledge on such things they might struggle.
A sigh escaped my lips, the world wouldn't be the same even if they managed to stay free and searching for horcruxs, even if they did complete this dangerous task Dumbledore had passed on to us and destroy Voldemort, my life still wouldn't be the same.
Being held captive by such a loone of a person did things to you, especially when so much torture was involved, mostly her favourite unforgivable curse but she used other.. more painful substitutes when she wanted, perhaps not for information like she said but just to satisfy her sadistic urges, as one knows a crazy bitch like Bellatrix Lestrange has.
Sometimes they hurt but I find myself numbing to their effects, Bellatrix doesn't seem to notice or maybe she does, I still scream to satisfy her though even if I want to rip her limb from limb but she would probably be the one ripping me limb from limb.
.. And it's not just physical abuse, it's mental abuse too, sometimes I slowly find myself losing it when she does.
She screams the words over again and they spiral in my head, fiĺling the void up since I don't think about much anymore, I learned to not think when she temporarily ceased the petty name calling of 'Mudblood' and other vulgar names she knew, (which I found is quite a lot for a supposed lady, but I wouldn't blame her if I had been in Azkaban that long, I would probably be like that.) The first time she tried it.
And then.. she shrieks out her spells that she loves oh so much, first torture so I weaken, otherwise she can't get in, after the sufficient amount of torturing she says with a smirk plastered on her face, her wand raises to my head and she whispers that spell oh so gently, 'Legimens' it's like it's not her for that moment before my mind is viscously attacked by her.
I still try to throw her out of my mind but she's too skilled and everytime I push her presence away and build up another wall, she breaks it down like it's insignificant, like me she says after she's finished violating my mind, of course she doesn't get much like aways and results to violence again but this time with her body instead of that cruel looking wand.
Punches rained down on my face and torso, she hits bruises formed from the previous times but doesn't stop as I groan in protest, she knows she won't get information but she just loves to do this.
Another blow to the stomach and I dry heave since I have nothing to throw up, she practically starves me down here but she says she loves my new look, covered in such a pretty crimson substance, my hair bushy and untamed, my eyes either black from bruises or no sleep, maybe even a combination of both, my body losing weight so fast that I looked skeletal from the first week onwards.
My ribs are pronounced the most now that it's been at least a month maybe, I lost count after she had started with the degradation of me, my clothes torn purposely of course by her, not enough skin showing apparently so jeans had become shorts, my top had become a vest, a very short vest stopping below my bra which she had allowed me to keep and I had lost my shoes and socks straight away, so barefoot was the only option.
That's how she expects me to look, oh and be obedient as well, like a dog she made sure of that the night they escaped, carving runes along my body before sealing the collar around my neck, at first it was humiliating and itchy but one learns to live with it as the cuts turned to scars and the collar made an imprint on my neck, her name in cursive blood red writing across it, showing everyone just who owns me now.
Sometimes others come down and stare at me through the bars for a while, casting a few torturous spells at me, I keep quiet and still as they do, for none of them can begin to touch the pain I'll feel if I do submit to them.
Though the faces of the people understand why I can't scream out or struggle on floor, they understand what she will do if I break down to one of them and pity almost lines their faces but each time they leave head down as if failing to help me, but their deatheaters and they should hate, leave me down her to rot just anything but pity me, pity a muggle-born.
Another visit and they leave, I can never really tell who is who anymore but it doesn't make a difference to me, instead of thinking about it, I move back from the bars and into the darkness. I don't accept this life but realise that I might never get out again.
A series of clicks echo down the stairs and I know exactly who it is, it's her.
My theory is proved correct when black curls come into view and her piercing gaze is looking for me.
"Mudblood get out here now... unless you don't wish for a bath!" She announced, it's suprises me and it's seems like a trap but the promise of a bath is too tempting, I haven't had one in so long I stink now and assume she can smell and that's why she might let me have one.
"Yes.. Bellatrix." I muttered as I appear in front of her, that crazed facade hanging on her face and I'm tempted to back away but that will make things worse.
"You like games right?" She pauses and I briefly nod before she continues. "Well if you can last a minute under the cruciatus curse then I'll allow you to bathe and perhaps a change of clothes!" Bellatrix chuckled as my face lit up at the possibility of new clothes and I nod in silent acceptance of her challenge.
The red light hits me in the chest and it's obvious she doesn't want me to succeed because she means it, the curse is like fire burning my body as millions of little creatures tear at my body with sharp teeth, like my lungs are being filled with water and I might drown, like someone is taking a hammer to break my bones, like my brain is turning to mush because I can't rationally think anymore.
I grit my teeth and see her smile in satisfaction as I refuse to cry out or let my body convulse, she knows it damaging me, that more pain than you could imagine is caused by more resistance, a stray tear runs down my cheek but I leave it as I count the seconds the curse is in place, right past sixty.
I should have know she was lying about that but then the curse haults and she walks up to me, grabbing my wrist with sharp nails digging into flesh. "Well done Mudblood, you passed!" Is all she says and pulls me along out of the dungeon and along many winding halls to the bathroom.
She flicks her wand and the bath is filled with water and bubbles before she ventures to the door, stopping in her stride and hissing orders at me. "Once you are finished you will get dressed and wait here! Do not try and escape, I will know straight away.. and if I decide to give you new clothes you will wear them without protest!"
I nodded before pratically jumping into the bath and scrubbing myself raw with soap, I look to the door and know she's probably out there or the door is locked but I don't plan on running, the manor is big and don't stand a chance of navigating it and escaping before she finds me.
I admit, I perhaps bathe with too much enthusiasm and some of the water pours out of the tub, I look around in search but find no towels. How am I supposed to dry myself then? I sigh and concentrate on the water that covers the floor, closing my eyes and moving my hands in a motion before pointing to the sink.
I open my eyes in time to see the water rise from the floor and run down the sink, the panic residing back to the depths again. After that incident I decide maybe it's time to get out, the dark tiles are cold as my feet connect with them and a shiver runs down my spine, a towel now appears on the top of a cabinet and I swiftly grab it wrapping it around myself, just time as an angry ravenette storms in.
"Madam Lestrange?" I question, why is she in here, I haven't tried to run away. "You little shit! You did wandless magic, don't lie I felt it. How?" Bellatrix shrieks out and I cower slightly as she advances, a palms collides with my cheek and I'm knocked to the floor, a very pissed of psycho leant over me.
"I just spilt some water and tried to clean it up." I answer her question, not daring to look into those abysses she calls eyes. A boney hand digs into my chin, yanking until I'm looking right into her eyes, fire is burning behind them like a demon, she is demon, it's the perfect word to describe this hellish woman.
"A house elf would have got that, now tell me how did you preform wandless magic, you filthy girl?" Bellatrix screeched out, her face inches from mine so her warm breath brushed against my face, her other hand stroked at my neck but that's her tactic, false sense of security and if I don't answer right she have that hand around my throat faster then you can say 'Avada Kedavra'.
"I just willed it to happen, I don't know it just happened like when I was a kid and found out about magic." I flinched as the nails scraped across my throat with her rotten teeth beared at me and then as soon as she had come into the room she was gone and pile of clothes now sit on the cabinet, where the towel once had.
Not one to lose my opportunity to wear new clothes, I swiftly dried putting them on and minutes later I stood in a hogwarts uniform and a slytherin one at that, now that had to be another blow to my pride.
"Is this your school uniform or something?" I asked, knowing she was right outside the door, silence stayed for a while so I started to style my hair, opting to try and straighten it. I looked at the door still no answer so I slowly bent down and opened the cabinet, soon finding a pair of scissors just what I wanted.
Bellatrix still hadn't answered and I was almost done with the scissors, hair lay in the sink as I continued to cut it till it was short, about the length of Harry's. Quickly washing the hair away quickly and shoving the scissors back in the spot I found them after it was a suitable length to me.
"I'll take that as a probably then... or it could be Narcissa's, I don't know, it's definitely not Draco's though, unless he's into that." I chuckled before opening the door.
Dark eyes glaring at first before they roamed my body, a small flicker of confusion and something else I couldn't quite figure out danced within her eyes. "Like what you see or something?" I snigger, a palm connecting with my cheek seconds later.
"Like a filthy Mudblood? I think I'd rather die then like such filth as you!" Bellatrix shrieked, taking another shot at me. "Sure whatever, but why the slytherin uniform, shouldn't it have changed since I was in Gryffindor? No?" I questioned.
"I enchanted it when I was younger so no one could change it and steal it.." Bellatrix started before I interupted. "Ahh so it yours, why make me wear it though? Surely you don't think I'm worthy enough!" I said, sarcasm dripping from my words before another slap brushed my cheek, my cheeks must be red raw by now.
"I shall put another enchantment on later but first we need to go visit a special someone.. And no I don't think you're worthy enough you sarcastic, little bitch!" Bellatrix growled, digging her nails into my arm before dragging me down the numerous corridors in a different direction this time.
This time we ended up at a set of double doors made of wood which looked to be shut solid but one tap of Bellatrix's crude wand, they flew open with little protest.
Lots of pairs of eyes settled on the two of us and she continued in, dragging me behind to her seat before throwing me harshly to floor and sitting down.
I groaned slightly as my face collided with the floor, a little blood trickled down my nose and lips, tettering on my chin. "I hope you don't mind blood on your uniform then, but you probably get off on that anyway, no matter what kind of blood was spilt!" I said under my breath but it seems she heard, her eyes blazing at me once again.
"Stand up filth!" Voldemort bellowed, his eyes flitted over me as I stood up, wiping the blood of my chin with the back of my hand. "Ahh look how much better we look in slytherin colours, hmm. If only you were a pureblood now." He smiled cruedly.
"What has she done to her hair?" Narcissa exclaimed, looking confused at my now short hair while looking at the floor as always. "Answer her girl before I make you choke on that filthy blood of yours!" Bellatrix commanded.
"Shorter hair is easier to look after plus it means less hair you can't fucking try and pull out!" I growled at the dark witch, glares that could steal your soul trained on me.
"Why you little..." Bellatrix started but Voldemort put his hand up and silenced her. "Dear Bella, please calm down, we wouldn't want to kill her yet. I mean we don't have Potter yet and haven't carried out our plans for her." He said calmly and panic seeped into my veins as all I felt. Plans. What plans? What do they plan to do? To me why?
"Oh you'll find out soon Muddy!" Bellatrix sneered. A red spell shot from her wand, hitting me in the chest and knocking me to the floor again in a series of convulsions.
The blood that had only trickled from my nose till this point, now started gushing down my face, coating the pristine uniform and the floor as it puddled underneath my currently convulsing body which was now spreading it about.
Finally after what felt like an hour but was probably a few minutes the spell stopped and Bellatrix stood up, towering over me and observing. "You already got your new clothes dirty, though I suppose that's what you do, make things dirty like you." Bellatrix hissed with obvious distain, her eyes looking into mine for a moment before a flick of her wand cleaned the floor and uniform, but leaving my face bloody.
"I don't think that worked!" I choked, knowing that it hadn't and she haulted, turning back to me about to ask what I was on about before Voldemort interupted. "Bella ask her later, the spell first if you please!"
Oh god what spell is she going to put on me now. I panicked jerking about on the floor as if the cruciatus curse was still present, then a freezing sensation flooded my body and I was pulled back to reality, realising that Bellatrix had paralysed me, hopefully temporarily.
The dark witch advanced more and started moving her wand in a series of complex gestures all the while reciting an ancient sounding spell. A warm sensation now replaced the cold one and my joints could move again but something else was different, I couldn't tell what, looking quizzically at the dark-haired witch for a moment.
She seemed to understand the confusion and pointed to her chest and me. I frowned, looking down at my chest to see the green and silver uniform was now red and gold, so it's in gryffindor colours now but how is that relevant to this situation.
"Gryffindor colours? Why would even bother with that? You should have left it as Slytherin!" I muttered, looking into her inky black eyes before to Voldemort's glowing red ones, another shiver ran down my spine at that look in his eyes.
"You'll see in due time Mudblood but first, what did you mean, you don't think it worked? Of course it fucking worked. Your nose isn't bleeding, no? And they said you were the smart one!" Bellatrix smirked deviously.
"It's not my nose that's bleeding dummy!" I laughed out, her face twisting to that of anger and another cruciatus was sent my way, more convulsing and blood pooled around my shaking again but not from my nose.
"What did you do? Tell me you filthy Mudblood. What the hell did you do?" Bellatrix snarled, black eyes glared at mine as they grew heavy, my eyes shut for.. maybe a split second before water jolted me up again.
"I'll ask once more. What the fuck did you do?" Bellatrix screeched, slamming her fist against my jaw.
Today I was more free then I had been in forever so I thought best not waste it just sitting around as my body reacted before I told it to, my fist slamming into the dark-haired woman's face, sending her back slightly.
The deatheater growled before pouncing back at me, nails digging into flesh and bearly pulling at hair, a smirk flashing across my face at that.
More punches and slaps assulted my already damaged figure, a knife now glinted in her hand, a shit-eating grin spread across her face as she went to pull up my sleeves, it quickly dropped from her face as did the knife from her grip.
"Shocked. I didn't think you'd care, you want me dead anyway why not let it happen before in a less agonising way. Don't pretend you care for a Mudblood's wellbeing because you want me as bait!" I screamed at her, swatting her away from my bleeding arms, where the cuts she had made bled and more cuts littered the normally pale skin, now irritated skin.
"Foolish girl!" Bellatrix shrieked, another slap to the face as her eyes trained on the various straight red lines along both arms and the now newly bloodied word 'Mudblood' that had been already carved there.
"Serverus, essence of dittany please!" Bellatrix asked with an almost pained expression, the Spy/Professor looking in our direction and striding over, a small bottle in his outstretched palm, a familiar orange liquid within.
I flinched away knowing it would hurt and probably leave scars as it did when Ron splinched. "Will someone hold her?" Bellatrix hissed and two of the deatheaters stumbled from the table to hold my legs down, really and what's that gonna stop? Nothing because I could punch you off.
To busy thinking within my head, I didn't notice the weight on my waist increase, some of the orange liquid dropped on to one of the cuts, making me pull away from the spot I had my hand and hiss loudly at the closest person.
The closest person was on top of my waist and unfortunately that person just happened to Bellatrix, in the exact same position as she was when she carved that 'Mudblood' into my arm.
Bellatrix smirked deviously at me before one of her hands held mine in vice-like grip while the other put the dittany on my cuts, more hisses of pain escaped and she never stopped grinning, even as Nagini slithered up to us.
"I'm not speaking parseltongue, please go away!" I whimpered quietly, a soft chuckle sounded from above and I looked up questioningly at the dark witch. "Are you of scared snakes Muddy?" I nod slightly before she continues. "Well you better be careful because you're stuck in a den full of snakes!" Bellatrix laughed out, some of the deatheaters joining in.
"Oh no, Nagini simply wants to say hello." Voldemort said calmly and suddenly I was the one laughing even as Bellatrix sat above me tending to the cuts with dittany. "I've seen the people that snake just says hello to. The most recent ones I assume being Charity Burbage and Bathilda Bagshot. Or am I wrong in that assumption Voldemort? That they end up dead." I dared to say his name and ravenette above, threw a punch at my jaw again.
"You dare say his name with your filthy mouth!" Bellatrix shrieked, the dittany abandoned to the floor as more punches joined the earlier ones that were just starting to bruise. "Bella you're going to kill her!" Narcissa exclaimed, trying to stop her sister from killing me.
"That's what I was counting on." I grinned slightly as another fist collided with my body, more bleeding left in Bella's wake.
One last hit and she stopped her assult, standing up and dragging me up to stand wobbly next to her, I felt faint and my legs wobbled again before I slumped to my knees as I collapsed under my own weight.
"Get up girl!" Voldemort ordered as I shakily stood up, glaring at Bellatrix who didn't seem to notice.
"Take her back to the dungeons until we are in need of her presence again." Voldemort ordered Bellatrix, her grip tightened and her wand suddenly dug into my neck before her heeled boot crashed into my back, pushing me forward with a groan in pain.