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Chapter 1
Pain! Pain was all I had felt since they left. Knives ripped through my body every time they cast that god forsaken curse. Stringing thought together was becoming more and more difficult. The only respite I got is when Bellatrix switched from her wand to the knife. I almost relished the times when the knife was slicing my skin.
How much time had passed since Harry and Ron had left I couldn't comprehend. My time was marked by the switching of wand to knife and the small amount of time I had to my self when I was thrown into a cage and suspended above the entrance hall. During these times I had managed to glean some information from the passing deatheaters. I knew Voldemort was coming and soon. He planned to record my execution, some how, and send it to the Order. I knew there was little hope for me but I would be brave and not give in to the pain.
The day of his arrival it was obvious. I was not taken from my cage in the morning, house elves scurried to and fro through the many halls preparing. The aura of the mansion had changed, it was dark to begin with but the foreboding emanating from the walls was palpable. Deatheaters flowed into the mansion throughout the morning. The old grandfather clock in the hall way chimed twelve when my caged was not so gently lowered to the floor. I was yanked out and sent sprawling onto my hands and knees. Knowing not to rise from my knees now I slowly lifted myself into a more dignified position raising my head proudly as though I was on my feet.
I knelt waiting for his arrival. I didn't have to wait long before a cold wind blew through the mansion signalling his arrival, even though all the windows and curtains were closed. As the smoke descended from around him revealing the foul being that was Lord Voldemort. His snake slithered from around his shoulders clunking to the floor and moving its way down the hall before its master. The deatheaters parted for him, like the seas for Moses. I felt him sweep past me as he moved towards the dining room.
A hand thrust itself into my hair and dragged me to my feet, shoving me in the direction of the dining room. I dragged my feet as much as possible trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.
I was thrown to the floor on to my already bruised knees. His long disgusting toes curled the ground in front of me.
"CRUCIO!" rang through the hall. Knives pierced me over and over. Forcing air out of my lung and not letting me draw anymore in. everything crumpled on me forcing me to lay face down on the floor. I bit the inside of my mouth refusing to scream for them. A metallic taste passed across my tongue. When he lifted the curse the knives slowly withdrew themselves from me. When the last had finally left I could draw a much-needed breath. Each movement was agony. Every breath felt like I was drawing water into my lungs.
"Draco. Hold her." He commanded, this was quickly followed by a quiet,
"Yes my Lord." Footsteps came slowly towards me. One hand held my should pinning me in position. The other took hold of my left arm extending it towards Lord Voldemort. His voice slithered its way round the room, seeping into every ear.
"Hermione Granger. You have been Mr Malfoy's guest for over a week now, I do hope he has treated you appropriately." A ripple of laughter pulsed through the room "we are here today to see that you are shown the true meaning of your station… the dark mark can only be taken by those worthy of it. The rest…" he smirked "of lesser blood die the most painful, slow death." He lowered himself to my level on the floor. He slowly rolled up my sleeve revealing the soft skin of my forearm. He moved the pale wood of his wand over my arm tracing intricate patterns in the arm above it. Beginning small the pain soon began to explode into an inferno. I could see the blackness slowly expanding over my arm in elaborate swirls. A scream was ripped from me. I couldn't stop myself. It went on and on. My eyes were open I could see everything around me. Even through the pain I could see the twisted smiles on the surrounding deatheaters faces. I could see the black hair of Bellatrix as she skipped gleefully round and round. Finally I could see Draco. The usually cold eye held pity, sorrow and sadness; fear was etched into his face. He had no wish to be here or for me to be here either.
The world fuzzed around the edges as the pain climbed to its agonising peak and came crashing back down. My head swam and breath left me. Was this is it? After all that pain was this slow slipping feeling the final boundary? A hand slowly moved my hair away from my face. I blinked into the light that was let through.
"Hermione?"
Please let me know if this is a good start. I'm not fantastic at writing as I am dyslexic so any help is greatly appreciated.