Broken
"Dear, dear, dear... Mss Granger how careless you have become." Lusius purred softly into Hermione Granger's torn and bleeding ear. "Do you remember our little arraignment? Since you have been so good, so very, very good perhaps I should share with you a little secret you may enjoy."
At this Hermione's face rose slowly to her captor's voice unsure in which direction she should face for Hermione's once beautiful face had been destroyed. Her eyes, which once glowed amber, were now lifeless, blinded by the many torture curses that had been flung at her during her imprisonment. Her lips, the same lips that spoke so intelligently and most often in a prudish yet gentle way were cracked and stained with dry blood. She was dying yet, everyday although may have been her last the thought of seeing the ones she loved alive and safe kept her heart beating while her body was continually battered and bruised beyond repair. She wanted nothing more than the knowledge of the safety of her family and friends.
"I must admit mudblood that you were once, dare I say desirable." Lusius whispered while letting one cold finger stroke her tiny cloth covered breast, ceasing to stop only when Hermione's breath began to increase. "I definitely enjoyed our time together, wouldn't you agree?" He mocked as he watched her tortured expression struggle to overcome the sudden pleasure. "Though with your fire, passion and beauty gone I don't see much of a point of our little escapades anymore..."
"So, my little Hermione I suppose I should be the one to tell you that the wait is over, the torture is over... The world you had once known is now over fore you have led us right to the end and we are victorious. My little mudblood, we, I mean I would never do this but here", Lusius thrusted the key to her cell into her small, frozen hand. "You are free, go dig yourself a grave or better yet you may as well a dig grave for your family and friends as well." And with that Malfoy vanished, and true to his word Hermione was able to leave her cell only to discover a dark world outside, just as dark as the one in her prison.
Unable to move another step she fell to the ground, her heartbeat almost at a stop. Powerless to move even if she had wanted to she lay and waited for the inevitable. And as the night crept closer the sky cried shedding its tears along with another aching soul. Together their pain flowed onto the parched earth soaking it with new life, and although the night air stung the young woman's lungs and the freezing rain drenched her torn clothes she stayed and wept, her hair clinging to her pale face as droplets of pure water dripped down her forehead onto her little red nose. Alone, that was all she could register, so incredibly numb inside, broken... They had won.