Running into the darkness from my captor, was probably one of the scariest thing I had experienced. I had no idea where I was going. I used to know this area of London like the back of my hand; that's what being cooped up in a stuffy house for 7 months does to you.

"Hermione." Barty's taunting voice followed me down the alley I had just ran down. I increased my pace; there was no way I was going to let him catch me again.

I was too late. He had me. 1 simple backhanded slap to my freezing cheek was enough to knock me off balance. I scrambled back up again but his iron grip on my neck stopped me dead in my tracks.

His messy brown hair, splayed around the heart shaped face I once thought attractive stood above me once again, only this time, I didn't have the urge to kiss him, but to throw up. His eyes were the same soft musky brown but his facial expression wasn't his usual calm one but a sadistic grin. If one could have seen his face, one would think he had been possessed.

"The running ends here, Hermione." he whispered into my ear.

This was it. I knew it. He would take me back to his house and perform the same old routine. A seduction act that would turn into rape, an apologizing hug which would turn into a abusive wrestle. I sort of got used to it after 12 times of it.

He reached into his coat pocket for a small knife. This was different. He'd usually start touching me up, not stab me.

The glint of the knife in the haunting moonlight built up a scream at the base of my throat. I let it out but a cold hand over my mouth warned me not to repeat the same mistake I had just made.

He lifted his thumb from my mouth and made a small, painful incision in my lip. Blood trickled down my chin and onto my neck. Barty lapped it up, as if he was a cat with a bowl of milk. He looked deep into my eyes before kissing me.

His lips were vigorous on mine, but I wouldn't give. I tried my best to push him off but he wouldn't budge either. He sucked my lip; I felt him drink the blood that flowed. It scared me half to death. Maybe Barty was a vampire, like the rumours had said. But I daren't say anything. He'd kill me.

I had no choice but to let him carry on. His actions led him to once more touch me up in the alley. Tears streamed down my face and every time I let out a sob, he'd slap me.

"GET OFF MY DAUGHTER!" shouted a familiar voice, but I couldn't pinpoint who it was.

Barty's iron grip was released and I fell to the floor. I wrapped my arms around me as the cold hit me. His blurry figure behind my tears lay motionless. I scooted away from his figure until I could scoot no more. I couldn't stomach to be by him, dead or alive.

"She's not your daughter!" spat Barty, "I don't see her name printed as Hermione Black!"

Sirius!

"She's as good as, Barty." exclaimed Sirius before kicking him in the stomach. Yet again he lay motionless but I think he would stay there a lot longer than 10 minutes, the way Sirius had beaten him.

An inviting hug was waiting for me and without any doubt, I entered that embrace and let Sirius carry me, as I fell into a deep sleep.