'She could come into use. A new recruit don't you think.' The dark lord enlists Draco to train a fractured Hermione into a true death eater while hidden as Harry and Ron try to continue on without her. Dark, Angst, Eventual Romance. Will Draco crack Hermione, how is she supposed to come back from this?
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"The Brightest witch of her age"
"Top of her class for a muggle -born"
"What would the boggart have been for you Hermione? A nine out of ten in class?"
"...another idea to get us killed or worse expelled."
Voices in Hermione Granger's head were almost whispers, the last voice her own small eleven year old vunerable self. She had always been teased for her eagerness to learn and her ability to get the top of class marks in each year. All those late summer nights reading ahead of everyone so that she had more time to understand her school-work. Still stressing over her OWL's even though achieving the highest grades, she knew she was Professor McGonagall's favourite; she over heard a debate between the older witch and her charms professor on who they thought would do best academically in their houses.
Speaking of, as her mind wandered more. Weren't Gryffindor's supposed to be brave? She had always questioned the sorting hat on why it chose to sort her into the house of brave and strength instead of the house of wisdom and learning. She was barely holding it together as reality seeped through her distracting thoughts.
There was searing pain again, she felt the weight of the witch sitting on top of her shift as the last unforgivable curse stopped. There was wetness on her cheeks from when she had screamed until her lungs gave out and tears flowed down her face. Her vision obscured by Bellatrix Lestrange the psychopath pinning her down, her dark black curls dangling over Hermione.
"You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!"
Once more, Hermione's skin was on flames like someone was pressing on her with a white hot rod all over. She let out a blood curling scream as Bellatrix 'questioned' her. Somewhere, in a different part of the manor Ronald Weasley was screaming Hermione's name.
"What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife." Bellatrix screamed at her, the woman's coal black eyes filling with fury as Hermione couldn't reply she was in that much pain. She wondered would she ever regain her voice again as she'd never felt so much unimaginable pain in her body and lungs before.
"What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!"
The white hot flames had returned licking at her skin, almost sizzling her flesh, burning her from the inside out. Her body tried to move, to shake but the witch held her down becoming more impatient and furious. Hermione turned her head away from to see the Malfoy family stand more than a few feet away, Draco looking like death himself; pale as a ghost with dark circles under his eyes indicating little sleep, his body almost a skeleton as his clothes hung around his chest and legs.
Ron had been screaming her name again.
"How did you get into my vault?" She screamed into her face, "Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"
"We only met him tonight!" Hermione sobbed regaining some of her voice as she replied, almost begging her mercy. "We've never been inside your vault...it isn't the real sword! It's a copy, just a copy!"
"A copy?" screeched Bellatrix "Oh, a likely story!"
"But we can find out easily!" Lucius Malfoy interrupted, his voice sounded almost panicked. "Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not." And just like that Draco dashed down the corridor into what Hermione guessed to be a cellar.
Bellatrix had started to slice into Hermione's left forearm, sharp short lines. Her throat was dry and burning as she screamed once more, the blood trickling down her arm. Bellatrix let out a laugh as she made her work precise. Hermione had never wanted to see Draco Malfoy's face more as he came back with Griphook, whose eyes widened at the scene before him. It was then Bellatrix had finished and got up off the young witch.
Hermione let one last tear fall down her face as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Bellatrix moved towards the goblin who had been given the sword for inspection. Draco couldn't take his eyes off of his classmate on his drawing room floor, her arm glistening with blood and her body limp. Name calling and teasing was one thing but this?
"Well?" Bellatrix said to Griphook. "Is it the true sword?"
"No," said Griphook. "It is a fake."
"Are you sure?" panted Bellatrix. "Quite sure?"
"Yes," said the goblin.
"Good," she said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut into the goblin's face and he dropped with a yell at her feet. She kicked him aside. "And now," she said in a voice that burst with triumph. "we call the Dark Lord." She pushed her sleeve and touched her forefinger to the Dark Mark.
Almost instantly, there was a flourish of ebony smoke that clouded the drawing room and the crowd within it. Out of the clearing stepped the Dark Lord, his skin almost transparent with a greenish tinge to it. His blood red snake eyes scanned the room to reveal quite the scene that he was almost impressed.
"My lord, we have captured Potter, Weasley and the Mudblood." Bellatrix spoke, reminding Draco of a child begging their parents for a sweet for good behaviour. The Dark Lord glanced in the direction of Hermione and saw her tangled body and blood dripping into the floorboards.
"I see you have played with the girl, Bella." He said with a sneer, moving towards Lucius and his wife.
"Should I dispose of her my lord or Greyback was interested in her." Bellatrix pleaded, hoping to get her toy.
"Perhaps something else, Potter and his blood traitor are said to rely on the Mudblood. And young Draco here has told Lucius about her thirst for knowledge. She could come into use." He thought, now drifting towards her body. "A new recruit, don't you think? A proper initiation display to get to Potter will do. Her mind will take some time to stomp out the lion." He gave out a dark laugh about her place at Hogwarts."Draco. You will take her to a place where she can be trained properly to join us, somewhere quiet where no-one can hear her screams." He finished, making uncomfortable eye contact with the boy.
"Yes my lord." Was all he managed to get out. He drifted over to the girl's body and carefully picked it up. Her head immediately rolled into his chest and her arms clutched his clothes. Both of them disapparated with a pop.
"How ironic, if Weasley were to perish at the hands of his girlfriend." Bellatrix cackled already absorbed into the idea. As much as she wanted to play with the Mudblood and the fact she had dirty blood running through her veins, she obeyed the Dark Lord's wishes and would personally allow the witch to shadow her when she was initated.
Unknown to Hermione, Harry and Ron had just barged into the drawing room on a rescue mission with Dobby on their heels.
The two teenagers arrived at some sort of cottage, in the middle of no-where. Draco had thought where to go and came up with the idea of what would have been his home if he hadn't of joined the Dark Lord.
His family had visited Northern Ireland once, when Draco was seven. They stayed in the countryside, away from muggles. When asked who the cottage belonged to, his mother had responded with a distant relative. The garden which had once been trimmed to perfection that summer had overgrown into a sort of jungle, with weeds peeking up through the footpath. He carried an unconscious Hermione towards the small house in hope's she'd wake soon.
Inside was in no different condition to the outside, cobwebs everywhere, furniture coated with dust and a putrid smell coming from the kitchen. He waved his wand awkwardly trying not to drop the witch and the long grey fabric sofa had been cleaned of dust, he then gently set her down. Realising he'd be spending quite some time here, he decided to clean to his displeasure.
Starting in the living room, he cleared the dust and cobwebs and what he believed to be rat droppings before starting a fire in the cream brick fireplace. Then the kitchen to get rid of the smell which he discovered to be a dead rat, wonderful he thought sarcastically waving his wand and the rat disappeared along with the smell. About half an hour later he had returned the cottage to what it once was, a warm cosy hideaway.
He then went and sat opposite the sofa where she slept, tossing uncomfortably in her sleep. Most likely having a nightmare. He didn't let it bother him, running his fingers through his hair and sighing...he almost jumped a foot into the air as her scream pierced the silence.
A/N While re-reading through this, i hope it's not too similar to Isolation or CaBW...two of my favourites. I'd love for this to be a fanfiction people read if they enjoyed those. Anyway this will get very angsty and dark since Hermione will be being trained to become a death eater and her mind will falter as well as her memories.
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