AN: Okay. So here is the first chapter of An Angel in Hell.
I know that I've been lacking in the updating department... A lot of stuff has happened in my life within the last year of me updating. But I'm going to try my damned hardest to keep this story going. Thanks to one particular reader Porrie13 who messaged me and begged me to not stop my story, it gave me that extra motivation to keep going, since I had been thinking about it since my last update a little over a year ago. I don't want to let down the people who read this and who would want it to continue.
The first four chapters that have been up for quite some time have been fixed and edited a slightly revamped. So I really hope you take the time to refresh yourselves and reread over these.

For those of you who are here for the first time, I really hope you enjoy it. Thank you all so much.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. That all belongs to the wonderful mind of JK Rowling.

CH. 1

Pain. Unbearable pain coursed throughout Hermione's body as Bellatrix Lestrange cut down the length of her arm. "How did you get into my vault! HOW DID YOU DO IT?" Bellatrix screamed at her, blood lust in her eyes.

"We were never in your vault..." Hermione whimpered and felt the dagger cut into her side.

"LIES! You filthy mud-blood!" Bellatrix spat at her and slapped her hard across the face. "TELL ME THE TRUTH! I KNOW YOU'RE LYING! Where did you get this sword? WHERE?" Bellatrix cut into her side, blood seeping from all over Hermione's body.

"We found it – we found it – PLEASE! Please stop!" She screamed as Bellatrix sliced into her wrist and Hermione sobbed. She could hear Ron screaming for her, but it was useless.

"I know you're lying! What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me or I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!" Her eyes were mad and Hermione sobbed again.

"We haven't got anything – Please. Sto-"

"STOP LYING MUDBLOOD! CRUCIO!" Hermione screamed out as her mind screeched and her eyes throbbed. She tried desperately to make the pain stop, but nothing would work. Finally, Bellatrix lifted the curse as she stood over Hermione's body. "NOW TELL ME!"

"I'm telling you, we found it! I-it's a fake… It's probably a fake."

"A fake?" Bellatrix stabbed into Hermione's leg, who let out another horrified scream and blacked out for few moments.

When she came to, a goblin was there with them inspecting the sword. He revealed that it was indeed a fake, and a look of relief swept across Bellatrix's face. She then attacked the goblin, striking him across the face with a harsh sneer. Slowly, she stood to full height as a twisted smile crept across her lips and proclaimed that it was time to call "The Dark Lord."

Hermione blacked out once again, the last thing she remembered was Ron bursting into the room…

She heard faint voices and then fighting, until it all blurred together. She heard a dark, haunting voice say, "I will take her… Go after those fools that dared escape." Hermione felt herself sort of float in the air, being carried away.

When Hermione awoke, she sat up from the hard bed that she had been laying on. Looking around the place, the Victorian furnishings added an austere feel to the room. However, the draperies had long since tattered, moth eaten holes gaping through. The wooden furnishings seemed nearly rotten, the dust settling on their flat surfaces. The spiders had long ago made their homes in the dark recesses of the wooden paneling on the walls.

Her wounds had been healed and she wondered who had done it. Panic flooded through her as she realized she did not recognize the room she was in and got up to ran to the door; it was locked. She reached for her wand, but it was no longer on her person.

Hermione tried to check her composure, but found that she could not calm herself. She heard a click on the other side of the door and watched as the doorknob turned. The person… No not person… The thing that came through that was the last person she ever expected to show up.

Voldemort.

He smiled cruelly at her as she backed away, taking pleasure from her fear of him. "Why am I here? What have you done to me?"

"Do not speak before given permisson, Mudblood!" He snapped and glided over to her. "You should be thanking The Dark Lord, for He has healed your wounds." Voldemort sniffed at her and turned away, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

She ran to it, but it had been locked again. Her body shook violently as the knowledge of where she was sank in. She slowly lowered onto the floor in front of the door, staring at the chipped wood. Why had he come in here? Where were Ronald and Harry? She hoped that they were safe.