"I want to have a little conversation with this one; girl to girl!" Bellatrix screamed clearly furious. Hermione's face was at level with the witch's now as her brown eyes were glazed in fear. Bellatrix smirked, but an insane angry look was still swimming in her eyes. "Cissy," she hissed, "please see that Draco watches."
At this point, Cissy grew annoyed. Her sister did not have the right to make orders in her house nor did she have the right to control Draco, Narcissa's son.
"You do not order me in my house, Bella. I-"
"Perhaps you want me to tell the Dark Lord that-"
"Never mind!" cried Narcissa. Her voice was filled with rage, but was disguised with the tears in her eyes, "Draco, your aunty wants you."
Hermione gasped as Bellatrix once again met her eyes.
"Well, half blood," she whispered with her cruel voice. She then turned to Greyback and said in a quite normal tone, "Leave us." As Greyback walked away along with Lucius, Bellatrix showed off her repulsive teeth with a smile, "You may not have heard, but we are going to have a little chat." Hermione was silent in fear and so was Draco. He was terrified. He knew the girl and he also knew that his aunt was not going to be friendly with her.
After seconds of pure silence, Bellatrix grew impatient. Hermione shrieked as the evil witch's hand grasped Hermione's throat and then closed her red eyes as a silver blade crossed paths with the vulnerable skin on her neck.
"You may not know it, girl," spat Bellatrix, "but when we are spoken to, we speak."
Bellatrix looked at Draco still holding her dagger to Hermione's neck and shouted, "Draco!"
He gasped in fear and replied, "Yes, Aunty Bella?"
"Come," she whispered playing with her dagger. She let the blade brush against Hermione's face and grinned as the girl struggled terrified.
As her nephew approached, Bellatrix whispered, "Do you want to play with my toy?"
Draco was not sure how to answer nor did he know how Bellatrix wanted him to answer. He could hardly speak in the presence of his horrific aunt anyway. "Hmmm?" she said in haste smiling.
"N-no," he mumbled scared of what his reply might be.
Although Bellatrix lost her smirk, but only for a split second, she answered, "Fine. You take your coward father's side." Draco wanted to punch her face right there right then, but was paralyzed with fear, so he just walked out of the room. "Oh, and dear," she shouted, "I hope you know that you will miss the fun!" She yanked Hermione's brown hair and cruelly dragged her to the other side of the room. "Now, since my nephew will not join us," started Bellatrix. Hermione cried and Bellatrix smiled. "We will have our own fun."
Hermione was slammed to the ground by her hair. She could feel some hair pull out of her head as Bellatrix pulled it to face hers.
"Mudblood," hissed Bellatrix, "I have some questions to ask you." Hermione was silent, but her big eyes watered with every movement Bellatrix made. "How did you manage to break into my vault?" Hermione's torturer's pale hand smacked her fiercely across Hermione's now red face.
"Did we not talk about speaking when spoken to, you filth?" Bellatrix hissed. She positioned herself on top of Hermione as she clawed at her face again and shouted, "Well?"
"Yes, you did," cried Hermione; her control loosening with every second.
"Then answer me, you dirty girl!" Bellatrix hissed; her face close to Hermione's tear stained cheeks. "How did you get into my vault?"
"We… we never went into your vault!" cried Hermione trying not to look at Bellatrix's frightening crazed face.
"Liar!" Bellatrix shouted; her tangled hair in her face. "What else did you steal?"
"We didn't steal any- anything!" Hermione cried; her face red.
"Crucio!" Hermione screamed at feeling a sharp pain throughout her entire body.
"Please! Please!" she cried, whimpering in pain, "I didn't take anything!"
"I don't believe it," she whispered bending to Hermione's arm and scaring her with the most painful blade. Hermione screamed to Bellatrix's liking. Her toy was beginning to get fun.
"You didn't?" said Bellatrix in a mocking tone. "Well then that must not have been the sword!"
"I-it's… a copy…" whispered Hermione almost completely out of breath. Bellatrix got off of Hermione and examined her motionless body. "A copy? A very likely story! Filth, do you think I am that witless?"
Hermione shook her head and her lips said "no," but her voice was not participating in her struggle.
"Obviously Crucio is not getting me my answers," She turned away leaving Hermione with false relief and with haste, turned back and said, "But we could try again. Crucio!" Hermione's body squirmed in the hard cold floor in front of the cruelty which was Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Please! Please!" screamed the girl at the top of her lungs.
"Shut up!" shouted Bellatrix with the most awful voice you could ever hear. Every time Hermione screamed, Bellatrix mocked her.
At the end of all of the crucios, Hermione was too weak to move.
"Well, you are certainly not speaking, girl," said the witch, "Perhaps I need a less weakening game…" She smirked as her eye caught Hermione panting. "Don't worry, mudblood, you will still beg me to stop." Bellatrix bent over to meet Hermione and she hissed, "Unless, of course, you want to tell the truth." After a speechless mudblood did nothing, but sob, Bellatrix frowned and pouted, "Sure is a pity… such a pretty mudblood… so young… about to be broken."