You are my saviour
This is my first time writing fanfiction, please go easy on me and this will be a Bellamione fanfiction
They thought today would be just the same as any other. It had been exactly the same for months except when they moved to another spot. But today was not like that. Today there were running, trying to escape her. Harry, Ron and Hermione were spotted by none other than the madwoman herself, Bellatrix Lestrange. A mad, twisted glint in her eye focused on the "Golden trio", chasing them down like they were wild animals, ready to be killed and presented in front of her lord. The teenagers ran desperately through the forest, pushing everything that could of slowed them down out of the way. But Bellatrix was just as fast as they were and she didn't plan on giving up on them easily. Hermione feared the most out of all of the three of them, Harry and Ron were further ahead than her, making her closest to the insane witch just a few feet behind her.
Hermione looked back over her shoulder for a moment, to see how close Bellatrix was. Her light hazel brown eyes locking with the perfectly black eyes for a brief second. But it was long enough to fill Hermione's body with fear. When she turned to look back towards Harry and Ron, she had lost her footing and stumbled towards the ground. The boys kept running, not noticing the fact their best friend was in serious danger. Bellatrix smirked mischievously as the young witch fell, seeing the perfect opportunity to capture her first prey. It would have been better if it was Harry but she wouldn't have time to catch up with the boys after takin Hermione. But she could use Hermione as bait, to lure them back to her. She pounced onto Hermione before she had the chance to realise what happened and pulled both arms behind her back, also pressing her knee ito her spine, to prevent her from escaping. She watched as the witch beneath her squirmed, screaming the boys names. To make them turn back and go back for her.
Bellatrix kept her tight grip on her wrists, leaning into Hermione's ear and whispered tauntingly."Too late now, mudblood. They are gone now".
Hermione shaked her head, refusing to believe the fact she had been caught. Shivers shot down her spine, feeling Bellatrix's breath in her ear, hearing her harsh words. But it was true. She had been caught and now , in the hands of the most loyal followers of Voldermort. And she had no idea how she was going to get out of this situatuion. Within seconds, the two were no longer in the Forest of Dean anymore. They were in the manor of Bellatrix Lestrange. She summoned some old rope, which flew straight into her hands and tied Hermione's hands together, preventing her from moving. Bellatrix also found her wand, sticking out of the back pocket of her jeans, and took it. Hermione was now unarmed and unable to escape the manor. The older witch rose to her feet and circled round Hermione with a look of disgust on her face. The sound of Bellatrix's boots clicking against the floor, echoing throughout the room. It was the only sound that could be heard. Hermione could hear more than that though. She heard her heavy breathing from the running, the sound of her heart pounding rapidly against her chest. But she looked up when the Bellatrix's voice invade her ears.
"Not so powerful now, are you mudblood?". Bellatrix hissed, kicking Hermione in the stomach. She wanted to have some fun, try to mess with her head. Hermione bit down on her lip, not showing any emotion on her face. She knew she need to stay strong, and not let the madwoman get to her.
"What's the matter filth? Don't feel like talking?". Hermione lifted her head up, glaring at Bellatrix as she looked down at her.
"What is it? What does the mudblood want to tell me?". Bellatrix said teasingly.
"I have nothing to say to you and nothing, you do will make me say otherwise".
Bellatrix's hand came straight down, and struck Hermione's cheek. Her nails, catching her skin and left scratchmarks. "You do not speak to me like that! You will speak with respect to a woman of high class and the purest of bloods like mine!. Not like you deserve the right to speak to me at all, with a blood like yours".
Hermione winced slighty, her cheek stinging from the slap. But she looked up at Bellatrix again and said confidently. "I don't have to speak to you any different from anyome else. My blood is exactly the same as yours and I am proud of who I am.
Bellatrix stared, madly down at her. Bewildered at the thought of someone being proud of being a mudblood. "Well you shouldn't be. You may think you are being brave and couragious. But you are just very stupid. Your blood is disgusting and it makes me sick to just be in the same room as you".
She smirked then kicked Hermione in the throat, to stop her from saying anymore. She cackled evilly before grabbing onto the rope, binding Hermione's hands together. Pulling her up to her feet, to drag her through the manor. Bellatrix couldn't risk her being seen or heard, incase someone came looking for her. Hermione struggled against her grip on her, trying her best to escape. But Bellatric wasn't letting up. She continued to walk through the manor, and down a set of stairs which led to Bellatrix's very own personal dungeon. Bellatrix took her wand out from her tight corset, and unlocked the door. The huge door swung open and Bellatrix threw Hermione into it, like she was just a useless paperweight. The young witch hit her head against the floor, causing her to groan loudly in pain. Her head started banging. As Bellatrix watched her writher on the stone, cold floor. She felt a burning sensation in her arm, she rolled the sleeve of her dress. She looked down to see the dark mark, moving on her pale skin. It was him. He was calling for her.
She looked up at Hermione, realising she needed to leave and says firmly. "I have something i need to attend to. I will be back soon and don't bother trying to escape" Hermione listened as she managed to sit herself up, and lean against the wall, blood dripping from the back of her head and trickled down her neck. She watched Bellatrix as she disapperated in front og her eyes.
"Evil bitch!." Hermione shouted in an outburst of pure anger. Her voice, echoing around the dungeon. Before closing her eyes, leaning against the wall and sighing deeply. "Someone please help me". She whispered to herself, hoping that someone soon would come to save her. She sat there in silence, the room offering nothing but absolute darkness and the cold draft as her own company. Hermione had come terms to with what had happened. She had been caught and she was Bellatrix's prisoner. She was really in trouble now.
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