The Mudblood Act

Prologue

The battle raged on behind her. Hermione's attention was on a particularly strong Death Eater.

"Crucio." The Death Eater screamed the spell and it hit Hermione directly in the chest.

It felt like a thousand hot knifes were piercing her body. Hermione fell to her knees trying to fight the pain in throughout her body. Hermione finally collapsed screaming in pain. The last thing she saw before her world became completely black was Bellatrix shooting the killing curse at Harry and Harry falling to the floor motionless.

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"Wake up Granger." Lucious Malfoy's harsh cruel voice violently woke Hermione from her dream. She sat up and looked at the four cold, hard, brick walls surrounding her. She felt for her wand but it was gone.

"Why am I here?" Hermione screamed.

"Simple really. The Dark Lord won. That Potter brat died. The Dark Lord is minister of magic and he passed the Mudblood Act." Lucious explained quickly.

"The what?" She asked confused.

"Basically it makes it possible for a pureblood wizard or witch to buy a Mudblood as a slave. We auction them of starting next week. Starting with you." Lucious laughed.

"What happened to Dumbledore, my parents, Lupin and the Weasley's?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"Dead. Every single last one of them." Lucious' laugh rang throughout the cell again as the door opened and he steeped out.

The rest of the week was horrible for Hermione. Her clothes were reduced to rags, she was feed once a day (one slice of stale bread and a glass of dirty water), and she was tortured no stop because of her weeping for the loss of her family and friends. Hermione lost all hope and was wishing that she had died along with the people she cared most about.