Chapter 1 – Dungeon of Horror
Fifty times the whip hit her back…fifty times she bit her tongue to prevent herself from screaming, because otherwise he would start all over again.
Fifty hits…that was part of the daily ritual, but it was not the worst. What followed was not only painful but disgusting, after whipping her back until her blood oozed all over the floor he took her on a table, he took her as if she was his property, and his property she was.
His property, his slave, his toy, for two years now, since the day Harry Potter faced Voldemort in the final battle, since that very day.
He had captured her, without anybody noticing, and when they discovered that she was gone it was too late, he had reached his hiding place and hadn´t left it since.
Nobody knew who he was, nobody had a clue, and anyway, they all thought he was dead anyway.
He loved seeing her agony, her pain, the signs of abuse, neglect, torture and humiliation, she was paying for what that cursed Harry Potter had done, she would pay, every day of her life, and a long life it would be.
"Do you really think he would still remembers you" he shouted at her and laughed, "do you think he still would waste a thought about you, you little whore, do you really think so ? He is dead, dead any buried, like the rest of your family, except for you, my love, and you will live, you will live and suffer and…"
He never finished his sentence. The door to his "toy room" as he called it exploded, shedding him with wood and metal fragments. He leaped for his wand, but before he reached it he saw a figure in the clouds of dust and was thrown off his feet by a stupor spell. He crashed into the wall behind him, braking several bones, but amazingly he stayed conscious.
"Seize him and be careful, he is tricky and dangerous and won´t give up without a fight" he heard a female voice shout, a voice that sounded strangely familiar.
Strong arms hauled him upright, and then, despite his blurred view, he saw a face close to his, and recognized it instantly.
"Mudblood" he croaked and started to laugh "filthy mudblood".
"I found you at last…I…Hermione Granger…mudblood…filth…unworthy…finally found the great pureblood wizard in his hiding hole" she laughed back at him but her laughter died instantly when she heard one of the witches who tended the girl that was lying on the floor shout "OMG…look…I don´t believe it…"
She turned away and wanted to rush over, but her way was blocked by a witch with a face as white as freshly fallen snow that contrasted with her bright orange hair.
"What…Tonks…what are you doing" Hermione said and looked at the woman, confusion showing on her face.
"Hermione…don´t…she"
"Is she dead ?"
"She…she…is…we…"
Hermione pushed Tonks out of the way and when she reached the girl that had obviously been tortured repeatedly and saw her face…her blood froze…her brain was not able to process what she saw.
Laughter brought her back into reality, laughter from behind her, laughter from the prisoner they had taken.
"You bastard" Hermione yelled at the top of her voice, making the people around her jump, "Malfoy you bastard" she yelled and his laughter was instantly silenced when her boot made contact with his sex.
She stumbled back to the girl that had been lifted onto a stretcher and started to cry uncontrollably. She just fell on her knees and cried, cried and screamed until a young wizard just picked her up and carried her out of this horror, out of a dungeon that had been concealed so well that it remained hidden for two years, and was only found by pure coincidence.
"Take him to Phoenix headquarters and make sure he is guarded well" Tonks finally she said to the four men surrounding Draco Malfoy, "I´ll have to contact Arthur at once, OMG, how on earth will I explain that, how on earth can I tell him that now, after two years, we found Ginny…alive."