I had intended to update this fic AFTER i had completed it. But i'm far too impatient for my own good. There for this is going to be really slow updates.

This fic is Cannon up until the Department of Mysteries in OOTP and from there becomes quite AU.

There will probably be some inconsistencies and what not, definitely some grammatical mistakes and what not but with any luck you can over look it. Maybe. Apart from the mistakes and the on going plot i don't own anything.

Reviews Encouraged.

[Trigger warning!Rape]


The stench of sweat and piss along, she wasn't sure what, greeted Hermione as she woke. She frowned slightly, the medical wing shouldn't smell like this. That is sure where they would have taken her, it was just a curse to the chest nothing more. So why was her entire body aching? Pain slicing though her chest and making her nerves fire, her muscles twitch. And what was in her mouth? Why was she not in the medical wing?

It slowly dawned on her that something was terribly wrong, along with the obvious bruising along her limbs there was a definite ache between her thighs. Curious, she remembered the curse hitting her across the chest, she felt like she had been torn in half and the pain... she fell and everything went dark. But she wasn't alone, surely her friends wouldn't have just left her for dead. Or left for... for something worse than death.

"You've done well, Dolohov. Now, let the others have her before sweet Bella kills her." Terror gripped Hermione as she heard the soft pleased voice and she realised, finally, just what must had happened.

As it turned out Hermione had been grabbed by Dolohov when his curse hit home and rendered her unconscious. The death eater had fled back to their main base of operations, which unfortunately was Malfoy Manor. More pressing though was the maniacal chuckle and the approaching footsteps, someone else was approaching too and suddenly Hermione felt herself being stepped on, she opened her eyes but she had been blind folded.

"Who said you get her next, Malfoy!" A growled voice, gravelly and deep.

"It's my home, Greyback! Besides, I want her before you ruin her, best to let Yaxley go next." Hermione knew the voice of Lucius and wanted to whimper but for the gag in her mouth.

"Fine." A voice snarled and someone else chuckled.

"Yaxely, go and get Severus, he should get a turn too." Lucius spoke up and Hermione felt him drop between her legs, it was only then that she realised she was naked. Yaxely mumbled an affirmation and left the room.

It started before she could brace herself, Lucius slipped roughly, she was not at all ready for him. She started to struggle harshly, or it might have been if she didn't have her hands tide behind her back and her arms tide to her body by a rope around her waist. She attempted using her legs to struggle but large hands curled just above her knees and thumbs dug painfully into her legs giving her no choice but to still or just hurt more. The cloth over her eyes began to dampen as she wept silently.

Hermione heard Yaxley and, undoubtedly Severus, return to... where ever they were and a moment later Lucius grunted and withdrew. She shuddered as she felt his essence seep from inside her and he seemed to wipe himself off on her thigh before standing. She might have thrown up except that seemed like it would be a mistake considering her gag, though maybe given the current situation chocking to death on her own vomit wouldn't be such a bad thing.

"How long has it been since you dipped your wick, Severus?" Lucius asked with a breathy laugh as he rose to his feet.

"Too long." Severus drawled and Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. This was so many levels of wrong.

Yaxely never said a word as he took Lucius' place between Hermiones thighs, he was so eager he fumble to get himself free of his robes before pushing into the young woman. She was barely 16 and this wasn't fair but it was so horrifyingly clear that the 'half-breed scum' that so terrified Umbridge had nothing on the monsters with her now. Almost thankfully Yaxely was smaller than Lucius had been and it was over quicker.

"Me next! I'm sick of waiting." Greyback moved from where he had been standing patiently.

"I think you can wait, Fenrir. I don't like the idea of shagging someone on deaths door and we all know you arent gentle." Severus drawled casually, he stepped between Hermione's legs.

"I'm tired of waiting!" Greyback snarled stepping closer to Severus.

There was the abrupt rustle of clothing and Hermione could feel Snape's robes brushing along her leg. Greyback had obviously stopped quickly in his stride and a deep snarl left his throat and rumbled in his chest. Collectively the others present held their breaths waiting for something, anything to happen. Snape shifted just slightly, Hermione could tell because of the edge of his robes.

"Then I suggest you go play with one of those tight little things you have tied up in your den." Severus all but snarled right back at the beefy werewolf.

The rumbling growl grew deeper and harsher for a moment before stopping suddenly. A growled 'fine' was heard before the wolf stalked off out of the room. Dungeon? Cellar? What ever, Fenrir was gone and now Severus was being goaded into shagging the little witch. Hermione had often time defended the man but now it seemed he was as bad as Harry had always claimed. Severus dropped to his knees between bruised thighs and reached down to pull himself free.

The touches to her skin might have seemed reluctant if Hermione wasn't being sexually assaulted, that is never an accident. She was so sore and banged up she hadn't felt the cleansing spell being cast on her body and specifically between her legs. Snape pushed in and Hermione held her breath as she hoped against hope that is would be over quickly. She wasn't expecting Severus to lean over her, press against her, a kiss on her cheek as he defiled her body.

"I'm so sorry. So so sorry." Was softly, shockingly, whispered in her ear and it made her want to cry, really cry.

It took too long, he was there too long and she was too sore and she wanted to go home or go... anywhere but here. She wanted to have known Harry's vision was a fake, she wanted Harry to know it. She... she hate him for not knowing it, he should have known Voldemort was in his head. They should have stayed at school where they were relatively safe but Harry with his stupid hero complex. When Severus was finally done he pulled out, wiped himself on his own robes before standing and breezing out of the room.

"Good, maybe I can have another go before-"

"Out!" It must have been Yaxley who was cut off by the shrill demanding tone of none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.

The men seemed to grumble something before they left the room filing out one after the other. Hermione held her breath again until she heard the door slam and then she was being rolled onto her stomach. She tried to make a sound but nothing came out past the gag in her mouth. Hermione expected pain, piercing, breath taking pain. Yet all she felt was the throbbing ache in her hands and arms as her bonds were released.

Surprisingly gently the blindfold was removed and she was rolled back onto her back. Bellatrix took that moment to straddle Hermiones waist and rubbed the little witches arms only after removing the gag. Hermione grimaced when she realised they had gagged her with her own knickers. Bellatrix looked down at her for a moment before producing a potion from her corset, it had been tucked down out of sight between her breasts.

"You're going to take this and i'm going to get you out of here some place safe. You have no reason to but it would be easier if you trusted me and just took the potion without fighting me." Bellatrix spoke clearly and Hermione regarded her for a moment.

"You won't take me back? Not to them." Hermione didn't really specify who 'them' were but it seemed Bellatrix knew.

"No. Severus isn't the only double agent here, just you;re the only one that knows that so keep it to yourself. I will take you somewhere secluded but you have to trust me." Bellatrix unstoppered the potion and looked expectantly at Hermione.

"All right." The little witch, feeling like she really had not much else to lose, nodded her head and accepted the tiny drop of potion that had been carefully dripped onto her tongue. She had barely swallowed the potion before darkness mercilessly encompassed her.

Bellatrix regarded the little witch for a long while and then sighed regretfully. She knew Hermione wouldn't be able to feel it, she wouldn't feel anything until the antidote was given to her. Still, she didn't want to have to do what she was about to have to do but she had a role to play and she would have to do this if she expected to get the little witch to freedom. Or well, to safety. It was with this in mind that she stepped back and drew her wand.

Replacing the vial of Living Death back between her breasts and out of sight she took aim at the seemingly lifeless body and cast several cutting hexes. Long but shallow lines opened up all over the young witches abdomen, chest and thighs. She let the little witch bleed for a while before scooping her up over her shoulder and heading upstairs with her. Bella was highly aware that the young witch was still stark naked and she might have held her a different way but that would have seemed too gentle and none of them here knew her as gentle. Even Narcissa had forgotten how gentle she once was.

The woman was walking through the foyer were too many of the men were milling about, she kept focused on the door hoping to get out relatively unnoticed, yet of course someone always noticed the dead around here. Not surprisingly it was Dolohov who had noticed her and he walked over with a grin on his face. Before even acknowledging Bellatrix the man slapped Hermione's bum hard, the resounding slap drawing more attention.

"Did she scream for you, Lestrange?" Dolohov laughed looking the young, presumably dead, witch over with greedy eyes.

Before Bella could speak, a snarky remark on the end of her tongue, Hermione was ripped from her shoulder and thrown to the ground. Fenrir had approached while Bellatrix was distracted by Dolohov and grabbed the little witch by the hair. Before the woman could even snarl at the werewolf he was on the little witch apparently not caring even a little bit that she was supposedly dead. Bellatrix had to actively work at stifling her disgust and fear as the crass wolf savagely raped the limp body beneath him. She didn't want to think of just which orifice the man had penetrated and she glanced at Severus who looked as ill as she felt.

Unlike Severus, how ever, Bellatrix was considerably better at playing her part. She was insanity on the outside and sanity where no one could see it, not even her eyes, the windows to the soul could show how much the woman really cared. She played her part perfectly for her 'master' who had no clue that she was doing all she could to thwart him. Always, she had known, that Voldemort would return. He wanted his goals to come to light more desperately than Tantalus wanted that fruit in Hades, not even death would stop him hungering.

It took too long and there was too much blood being lost now from fresh wounds that Bella didn't want to think about. Greyback was panting and grunting and completely ignoring the jeers and cheers from the men now watching avidly, except Severus, the coward had turned and quietly left the foyer. Bellatrix spied her sister at the top of the stair looking pale and furious but before Bellatrix could silently plead she do nothing her baby sister lost her cool.

Narcissa hit Greyback with a crucio so strong the wolf instantly got a nose bleed as he roared out his agony. The others looked startled looking from the werewolf to the woman stalking down into the foyer to stand over the seemingly deceased young woman. Bellatrix actually laughed, she felt the humor though the laughter sounded entirely mad, an unfortunate habit she wasn't quite able to kick. She cut the laughter off quickly and disarmed her baby sister who cast a furious glare at her.

Without a word, while the others were still trying to figure out what was happening, Bellatrix scooped Hermione back up over her shoulder and grabbed Narcissa's arm roughly dragging her from the foyer. Narcissa fought against her sister but the others inside were starting to laugh and jeer at the wolf who let out a roar of pure fury just and stepped out of the Manor snarling at them just as Bellatrix reached the apparition point outside the wards. He snarled and started after them at a charge but Bellatrix simply apparated away.

"What the fuck have you become! You never used to be a monster!" Narcissa was instantly raging not even paying attention to where they were.

Bellatrix ignored her, turning from where she had appeared facing vast forest and walking toward a tree just noticeably larger than the others. With the tip of her wand she stroked the bark of the tree and suddenly the brown coarse bark simply melted away to reveal a magically enlarged platform that was, on closer inspection, the top of a spiral stair case. Bellatrix started down it without looking at her sister, who was now silent and a half pace behind her looking around in wonder.

"What is this place?" Narcissa asked only to again be ignored.

Bella stepped off the bottom step and hurried through a door, it was obvious they were underground now, the lighting was rather artificial. Narcissa followed and watched as her big sister moved through what was obviously a small kitchen space and into a living area. There were three doors off the living area and Bellatrix moved through the left door into what was a bathroom complete with a locked potions cupboard. Continuing on through a second door on the other side of the bathroom Bellatrix moved into the single bedroom in this magically equipped bunker.

Narcissa watched in shocked wonder as her big sister gently lay the apparently dead young witch on top of the bed. Magically she healed the wounds she had inflicted along with the source of bleeding around Hermione's backside. Narcissa frowned when it seemed Bellatrix was simply leaving the girl there and went back through to the bathroom but before she could say anything Bella reappeared with a couple of potions in hand. Narcissa briefly thought to stop her sister when Bella gently lifted and cradled Hermione's head in her hand and carefully unstoppered a potion.

"Come here and make yourself useful." Bellatrix snarked finally acknowledging her sister.

Narcissa moved over and when instructed she gently massaged Hermione's throat to encouraging the young witch to swallow. Though to be fair Narcissa had hesitated to help her sister only to realise that Bellatrix wouldn't be doing this if Hermione wasn't still alive. With the first potion down they gave the barely breathing witch a moment before giving her the second potion, both vials containing Replenishing Potion.

"Bella I don't understand." Narcissa tried when the woman moved over to a door in the bedroom that opened up into a closet stocked with clothes.

"Of course you don't. You shouldn't damn well be here! You could have ruined everything and now you have to die." Bellatrix fairly screeched at her little sister when she had stepped back out of the closet with a long sleeve top and a pair of blue and white flannel pyjama pants.

"What?" Narcissa blanched at her sisters words and stepped back away from the woman.

"Not literally! I wouldn't kill my own sister if I didn't have too. But you could have ruined everything! What were you thinking!?" Bellatrix was clearly irate with her sister, that much was clear, but it also dawned on Narcissa that Bella was so upset because... well because she cared.

"I was thinking about stopping that monster from further defiling that poor child's body." Narcissa retorted defensively and Bellatrix heaved a sigh as she moved over and began to dress the sleeping girl.

"You've fancied her since the World Cup haven't you?" Bellatrix's sudden change in topic startled Narcissa and the youngest sister blanched yet again.

"Don't be ridiculous, she's... a mudblood." If she was honest, Narcissa was kind of terrified by this situation. Bellatrix was supposed to be insane not... lucid. Caring. And far to observant.

"Don't call her that. You don't have to call her that any more." Bellatrix had finished dressing the little witch at this point and managed to get Hermione under the blankets on the bed.

"I... Well, somewhat yes." Narcissa flushed with her mumbled admission but Bellatrix only offered a small genuine smile.

"Good, let's have some tea and I will explain this to you." Bellatrix spoke gently now and shut the door between the bedroom and bathroom before leading Narcissa out the door beside it.

This door opened into a short hall the length of the width of the bathroom before opening through a second door back into the living room. Narcissa followed her sister through and into the kitchen space and watched curiously as the eldest Black sister went about making tea manually. The surprise at this must have shown on her face because Bella looked at her and chuckled clearly amused.

"Bella please, what is going on?" Narcissa couldn't wait for the tea to be done, this was just all too strange.

"The is one other person who know's of this place, soon to be too I would imagine. Minerva McGonagall. This place was built decades ago because of a prophecy. We believe it is Hermione who the prophecy is about. I am not Voldemort's number one fan, i'm Minerva's right hand but I was asked to infiltrate his numbers before he even rose to power. Why do you really think I married Rod instead of just doing as Andy did and leaving. You know I hate men." Bellatrix could tell that Narcissa wasn't making much sense of things, it was all so confusing to her.

"You need to slow down." Narcissa said finally, she had been silent long enough that Bella was just getting done fixing two cups of camomile.

"Come on then." Bellatrix rolled her eyes and handed a tea cup over before leading them back into the den.

There was no fire place but there was three over stuffed armchairs in three points facing a small round table in the center. There were book shelves filled with books ranging from Muggle literature to spell books and everything in between. There were candles that had lit themselves when they had entered the first time, scattered around the room. A single shelf closest to the door held three soft tartan blankets. The two women settled in two of the chairs but Narcissa couldn't bring herself to relax.

"Right so. A long time ago, before I even left Hogwarts... well I was a trouble child. I had left the castle and stole off down to the village one night. Minerva found me talking to old Aberforth at the Hogs Head. Well turns out Trelawney had spoken a prophecy well before the one about Harry, a Prophecy only myself and Minerva were witness too." Bellatrix began her explanation back at the start of everything.

"Minerva and I had grown closer over the following months, plotting and schemeing together. The Prophecy was both frightening and exhilarating and we werent sure what to do, we kept it to ourselves but eventually ended up gathering a following. Closer friends of Min's, Poppy, Rolanda, Pamona, even Sinistra. While Minerva and I were... fooling around one night, I jokingly called our little Amazonian group of women the Queen's Militia but it caught fire and became code for those of us that follow Min and the Prophecy." Bellatrix smiled nostalgically but Narcissa's mouth hung open.

"You and Minerva McGonagall were in bed together?" Narcissa had been following intently until that point.

"Are. We are in bed together. Have been for decades." Bellatrix rolled here eyes at her sister.

"But, you're with Rod and she was with Elphinstone wasn't she?" Narcissa was trying to figure it out.

"Of course. Minerva and I haven't been able to be together very often at all over the years and no one has any idea at all about our relationship. The original 5 members of the Queen's Militia believe I defected, betrayed them, that is how Minerva wanted it. She needed someone on the inside." Bellatrix's face turned a little to the sad side of things.

"But what does Hermione have to do with any of this? She's just a child." Narcissa looked towards the doors that lead into the bedroom.

"That girl in there lost her childhood the moment she stepped on that bloody train. Everything was set into motion that day. Voldemort would finally begin to strength and attempt to return. It was prophecised he would succeed! Hermione lost her childhood the first time those idiot boys befriended her. She is not a child, she is a woman and she will lead all of us one day." Bellatrix spoke so passionately that it startled Narcissa.

"What are you talking about?" Narcissa was certain she would be developing frown lines this day.

"I'm talking about the Prophecy, Cissy. It's about Hermione, she will lead us one day." Bellatrix spoke like it was obvious and Narcissa was just a fool for not getting that.

"What? So we trade one tyrant for another?" Narcissa wrinkled her nose at this idea.

"No not all. Hermione will be a fair ruler, kind and just. It's written. But we have to get here their first which is where you come in." Bellatrix leaned back in her seat now and sipped her cooling tea.

"Where I come in?" Narcissa was so over being confused.

"You can't go back there. Fenrir will kill you for what you did. No... i'm going to tell them I killed you, i'm going to laugh about it and Voldemort will look at me with pride and Fenrir will be satisfied with that. Mean while you are going to stay here, officially inducted into the Queen's Militia and you and who ever Minerva brings, will be nursing Hermione back to health, teaching her and keeping her safe." Bellatrix explained seriously while watching for her sisters reaction.

Narcissa was thinking it through. On the one hand she could return to her son who she was sure needed her. What little boy didn't need his mother? But if she returned there was a very real chance of being killed, either by the wolf or by Voldemort for cursing one of his mercenaries. On the other hand though, she could stay and make nice with who ever this third person would end up being and they could nurse Hermione back to health. It was true after all, that Narcissa did hold an attraction towards the young witch.

Of course she had told herself that was wrong, Hermione was so young, only months older than her own son. Yet, in idle hours, Narcissa would catch herself thinking of the young witch and wondering what she was be doing. Embarrassingly a few times she wondered what she would be wearing. But mostly just hoping the little witch was safe, she knew Draco treated her bad, she had even encouraged him to do so just to make Lucius happy and keep the vile sloth of a man from questioning them. Still, she did realise she wanted this, wanted to be there for Hermione, be with Hermione in any capacity the little witch would allow.

"All right. I will stay with her. But I don;t know what is currently wrong with her." Narcissa pointed out and watched as Bellatrix withdrew the vial of Living Death from between her breasts.

"Its Draught of Living Death." Bellatrix explained getting up and stepping into the bathroom just briefly before returning with another vial.

"Wiggenweld Potion. I would suggest giving her a day or two to heal a little more. Wiggenweld has healing properties but I think it would be better if she were to heal naturally for a while." Bellatrix explained handing the potion to her little sister.

"You're... really not crazy?" Narcissa asked gently after several silent minutes.

"Nah, i'm just a really good actress. I do need to go though. I will be contacting Min this evening and letting her know what has happened, well sort of. I'll let you explain in full but she will be here within a couple of days. Don't be afraid to share the bed with Hermione, it's a large bed for a reason cause I hate to tell you but the three of you will have to use it. Just... she was abused, badly. Don't forget that." Bellatrix says gently taking her sister's hand.

"But... what exactly did happen to her?" Narcissa stood and sat down the vials before turning to her sister.

"Dolohov cursed her, i'm not sure how. It was like a slicing hex but... internally. He brought her back to the Manor and raped her while she was still unconscious. Sometime afterwards she woke up but Voldemort had shown up by them and given her to the other men. Lucius, Yaxely, Severus. I put her to sleep, hexed her and cursed her and made her look as tortured and dead as I could. You saw the rest." Bellatrix spoke with a mix or sadness and fury shining through in her eyes and tone.

"I'm so... I don't even know. She's just a girl." Narcissa had tears in her eyes at this point.

"She will only get stronger Cissy, she will be Strength, but she will need protection, comfort. Softness." Bellatrix pulled Narcissa into a gentle embrace as the youngest sister sniffled.

"We will give her that." Narcissa spoke confidentally, certain that she and who ever would arrive later would be able to give Hermione what she needs. Despite themselves.

"Andy would be so proud of you." Bellatrix smiled fondly at her little sister and kissed her on the head.

"Yeah. I hope so. Will I see you at all?" Narcissa looked at her sister with shining eyes.

"Eventually. Bye for now." Bellatrix just offered another smile and headed out of the bunker, she sat Narcissa's wand on the small table in the kitchen on her way. Narcissa watched her sister leave before going in to Hermione.

Narcissa spent the entire rest of the day sitting in the den with a book, she wasn't sure what the title was though, she hadn't read a single word. Instead she had been sitting there for hours trying to really grasp just what had happened. She went in and looked at Hermione on several occasions as if she expected the witch to wake from Living Death of her own accord. Unfortunately that wasn't how it worked and Narcissa, who had taken some interest in healing and restorative potion making, knew that the little witch needed time to heal, even with the Wiggenweld.

And so, just like that evening the next two and a half days fulfilled their promise of boredom for the woman who watched over the little witch between looking through potions text books and cooking herself basic meals. She was certain she would be losing her mind any minute now, or at least thats what she was thinking as she sat at the small table in the kitchen space. That's what she was thinking about when a faint magical ripple rolled through the bunker.

Narcissa startled and drew her wand immediately forgetting that Minerva was the only other person who knew of this place. Standing with bated breath she waited for who ever it was to enter the kitchen from the stairs. As the unknowns descended from the stairs Narcissa noticed their were two sets of footsteps. She was, embarrassingly, quite startled to see Minerva McGonagall even though she knew that was who it was going to be, or maybe she was startled because she found out the Professor was her eldest sister's lover. Pick one.

It was when the second person stepped into view that Narcissa felt less startled and yet more startled at the same time. Stepping from behind Minerva was Fleur Delacour in the flesh, which was probably why Narcissa was only now feeling strange sensation of heat coursing through her body to settle in two places. Her heart flipped in her chest and the warmth between her thighs was a level short of intense. Fleur how ever apparently felt the same way, or at the very least felt something as her stunning blue eyes darkened as she took in Narcissa's form.

"Narcissa. Good to see you're healthy in death." Minerva regarded the witch who was staring at the witch behind her. It took a moment for the woman to blink and look at the Professor.

"Hello, Minerva." Was Narcissa's less than elaborate response. Minerva had to stifle a chuckle.

"Where is Hermione?" Minerva asks after a moment.

"I haven't given her the Wiggenweld yet, she is healing slowly and..." Narcissa paled.

"Tell us." Fleur urged gently, finally speaking and Narcissa had to stifle a smile at hearing the pleasingly rich French accent.

"Yes please. Bella was only able to send a short missive that only had your name and Hermione's. What has happened?" Minerva moves then, Narcissa had sheathed her wand the moment she realised it was only Minerva and the Veela. The three moved to the table and sat down before Narcissa started to explain.

"She was captured by Dolohov, at the Ministry of Magic. He brought her back to the Manor, the Dark Lords base of operations and... and raped her. From what Bella said Voldemort gave her to the others when Antonin was finished and ordered Bella to kill her when they were finished." Narcissa was cut off by Fleur who shifted to get attention before speaking.

"Oo is 'zey'? She was assaulted by more zan one man?" Fleur looked a little anxious which Narcissa could relate to. She had felt the same after all.

"Um, specifically it was, Dolohov, Lucius, Yaxely and Severus and... and Fenrir Greyback." Narcissa paled as she remembered the wolf's attack on the supposedly dead Hermione.

"Greyback? Did he bite her?" Minerva asked seriously looking from Fleur to Narcissa.

"No he... he thought she was dead. She's most hurt... around her uh... anal. It was anal." Narcissa flushed and clenched her fists on the table.

"How is it that you ended up being the one here with her? Bella didn't trust anyone, she never tried to induct anyone into the Queen's Militia." Minerva changed the subject, it was clear that it made both Fleur and Narcissa uncomfortable and quite obviously furious.

"Well see, Fenrir had been promised Hermione also but from what I understand he is... brutal with his captives and too big for most people. The other's, I assume, didn't want Hermione ruined for them so he got angry and chased off because he is impatient. I didn't know what Bella had done but it didn't matter. She has a role to play and... couldn't stop him. She was walking through the foyer of the Manor. The death-eaters were gathering to go on a raid." Narcissa put her hands in her lap, she wasn't sure but she thought she was kind of green in the face. She hated thinking about what happened to that poor child.

"Dolohov stopped her and while Bella was distracted, Fenrir just... snatched her from Bella and took her right there in the foyer. He didn't care that there were people watching, or that she was seemingly dead. I couldn't stand there and watch and I guess the Gryffindor I could have been rose up a little and I cursed him. I used the unforgivable. Then Bella got me and Hermione out of there and brought us here." Narcissa brought them up to speed and fidget with the clothes she had on.

Since being in the bunker and far far away from the society she had been raised with in Narcissa had taken to dressing differently. She had found larger love sleeved shirts and skirts that hugged her hips and dropped to just above her knees. She had found other clothes too. Jeans and slacks and other such things, shorts which she had wrinkled her nose at. The shirts ranged from tank tops to tee shirts, long and short sleeve. Vest and button ups, blouses and ever a few corsets that were no doubt Bellatrix's personal touch.

Fleur for her part had watched the witch before her, she hadn't expected to see Narcissa Malfoy but even less so she hadn't expected to feel the innate pull toward her. She understood what it was perfectly, she had spoken to her grand-mere more than once about all manner of things. Fleur knew though, that it was a very fair chance that Narcissa had no idea so she planned to simply give it time, after all she had more than enough time now. It didn't stop of her from thinking that Narcissa looked quite adorable in the over size shirt and skirt.

"Well, what is your assessment now? Can we wake her?" Minerva asked looking appreciatively at Narcissa.

It made the older witch indescribably happy to hear that Narcissa had put her own life at risk just to save a seemingly dead young witch. A witch that everyone on the 'light' side knew was commonly referred to as a Mudblood. The fact that it was Bella's baby sister that did it was even better as Bella had agonised over the paths her sister seemed to take. It was rather interesting though that Narcissa would be one of the ones to see Hermione through to the completion of her prophecy. Very interesting.

"I think so. I was going to do it today whether you both came or not but I thought I would wait and see if you arrived today." Narcissa stood from her seat and the two other witches rose from their own.

Narcissa had planned to wake Hermione today, and she had wanted to try and wait for Minerva and who ever she would bring but she still hadn't decided whether it was a good idea to crowd Hermione or not. Though she also didn't want the little witch to wake up alone after what she had been through. She had even contemplated erasing those memories from Hermione's mind but the memory charm could be rather volatile and she didn't want to risk Hermione.

Narissa lead the way into the room, she had left the Wiggenweld on the bedside table in the room so there was no need to stop and get it there for she lead them through the hall instead of the bathroom like Bella had her. When they stepped into the bedroom Narcissa stepped aside to let first Minerva and then Fleur through. She was a little startled when Fleur, who had laid eyes on Hermione just as she was stepping past her, staggered and almost fell. Would have fell if not for Narcissa grabbing her and gently steadying her.

"Are you all right?" Narcissa asked gently as she and Minerva looked a little concerned at the Veela.

"Oui, I... Oui. Merci." Fleur was a little flushed but she looked ok, certainly not pale and only slightly unsteady.

Fleur how ever was not as fine as she was trying to sell, in fact she was more confused than ever. She recognised Narcissa, not personally, but as a future and she accepted that but when she saw Hermione... it was the same future but Hermione was part of it. And she didn't understand. And it was rattling. And she had no idea when she would be able to figure it out, she would need to speak with her maman.

"Well... all right. Will you help me get Hermione to swallow the potion?" Narcissa gently urges the blonde towards the bed and the sleeping witch upon it. Fleur nodded and offered a soft 'oui'.

Narcissa took up the potion and gently lifted Hermiones head and, when she took it from her, let Fleur unstopper the wiggenweld potion. Narcissa was pleased when she didn't need to ask Fleur to massage Hermione's throat to encourage the little witch to swallow and she held the vial to soft pink lips and tipped slowly. They got Hermione to swallow down the entire potion setting the vial aside and watching, waiting with bated breath, for the little witch to wake.

Hermione woke slowly yet, she refused to open her eyes as the memories flooded back. Enduring her brief capture, the things done to her. It wasn't torture, they hadn't crucio'd her to near insanity before killing her. They hadn't done what she had expected them too and now a large part of them wished that they had. She wasn't entirely convinced she was safe either. The last thing she remembered was Bellatrix Lestrange asking her to trust her. And she had... but what did that mean? What if she was just somewhere worse.

Fleur, Narcissa and Minerva watched curiously as the little which began to frown deeply. They watched the first tear slip free and it was at that moment that Fleur gently reached out and wiped the tear away with the tips of her fingers. They didn't really need to speak, didn't want to rush the young witch into opening up her eyes and letting them in a bit, but when Fleur's fingers were gently joined by Narcissa's the soft brown eyes snapped open and she looked first from Fleur and then at Narcissa. Minerva noticed that the little witch hadn't even seen her yet. Interesting.

Fleur and Narcissa for their part looked from one another to the little witch laying on the bed still. They had all felt it this time, Fleur was certain just by the look on Narcissa's face and the way Hermione regarded herself and Narcissa. Yet she still just had no idea what was going on, the mating bond has only ever occurred between two people before and yet Fleur had only felt complete after seeing Hermione laying on the bed. She suspected it was Narcissa that was the catalyst, and also the fact Hermione was 16 now, the age of consent that was also conveniently the age with which a veela can recognise a mate. But still... there had never been a mating bond between three people before. Like ever.

"Where am I?" Hermione asked, her voice barely above a whisper which wasnt exactly by choice.

"Underground in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. The castle is about a days walk that way but... you will be staying here for a while." Minerva explained and Hermione's eyes snapped over to look at her. The three older witches noticed the way the confused brow eyes turned a little harder. It made Minerva smile.

"Why am I here?" Hermione attempted to sit up but could only do with aide from Narcissa who had sat and pulled the little witch so she could lean against her.

"What do you remember?" Minerva asked in her usual stern tone that she used with students, her eyes though were far more gentle than Hermione had ever seen them.

"The Department of Mysteries. Dolohov cursed me I passed out. I was raped, a few times. Then... Bellatrix asked me to trust her and gave me... Draught of Living Death?" Hermione spoke plainly, a little hoarsely but plain enough.

"Oui. Bellatrix was attempting to get you out of ze Manor when Greyback... 'e didn't even care zat you were supposedly dead." Fleur added after a moment, her eyes were hard.

"Narcissa couldn't stand seeing that, beast, doing what he was doing so she cursed him and then Bellatrix brought you both here. Effectively, as far as the wizarding world is concerned, you and Narcissa both are dead." Minerva finished as she watched Hermione leaning into Narcissa but not minding Fleur's hand on her knee one little bit.

"Good. The wizarding world can go to hell." Hermione bit out after only a moment. The comment surprised her three companions.

"'Ermione, why do you say zis?" Fleur asked frowning a little.

"Because i'm tired of it. I thought it would be fun and exciting. I thought I would finally make some friends but really all I did was adopt to helpless idiots that don't realise how many times they would have died if not for me. Harry refuses to listen to reason with his stupid heroes complex and look at where that got me? Loyalty to Harry... to Dumbledor? It's landed me right here." Hermione didn't acknowledge how hoarse her voice was and instead spoke passionately, she was passionate about it. She was so tired of what her life had become.

"I agree. They are idiots and though he means well Harry is blind. And Dumbledor... You owe no one your loyalty Hermione. Dumbledor is a fool who likes playing games just a little too much and likes to think he knows everything. Well... he doesn't. He has no idea really and I don't like the idea of letting teenagers... hell, pre-teens fighting his wars for him. But you do not need to worry about that now. You get to stay here with Narcissa and Fleur for a while, they will teach you everything they know and you will all teach each other. Then, later, things will get a little more exciting." Minerva could see the shock on Hermione's face as clearly as if a sign was flashing above the little witch.

The other two witches were equally as shocked though it didnt show nearly as much on them. Hearing Minerva McGonagall speaking ill of Albus Dumbledor, well the three witches seated on the bed were new to this Queen's Militia and had never imagined the woman would speak this way. Of course Minerva didn't usually speak this way, even to the Militia, but she did to Bella. She stood and regarded the three on the bed as they gathered their thoughts.

"Can... I take a shower?" Hermione asked finally moving and attempting to get off the bed. Narcissa and Fleur moved in unison to help the little witch stand and she gave a small barely there smile. Barely there, but genuine.

"Course, maybe you will let Fleur help you and I will fetch you some clothes and start some tea?" Narcissa offered and Fleur didn't mind this one bit. It seemed odd, or it would if not for the bond, that they were on the same wave length.

"That would be nice." Hermione agreed easily enough.

"I'll go and boil the kettle." Minerva stated striding from the room.

The others nodded not bothering with a verbal response as Minerva didn't wait for one anyway. Fleur carefully lead the shaky little witch into the bathroom and rested the brunette against the hand basin before turning on the shower. Hermione watched her do it, the moment she had seen Fleur and Narcissa something changed and she realised despite everything that she would be very ok living exclusively with the two women. Though she wasn't sure why that was she still wasn't going to question it, this felt more right than anything else in her life ever had.

While Fleur was helping Hermione take off the pants and top that Bella had put her in days ago Narcissa walked in with a pair of black leggings and what looked like it would be a tight fitting vest. She didn't realise she was staring at the young witch, had no idea, and neither did Fleur who was doing the same thing. Hermione how ever, was well aware and oddly amused. She could feel the bruises and faint scars and was sure she looked a mess yet the way the two witches were looking at her...

"Maybe help me shower now and i'll let you stare later?" Was that flirting? Or sarcasm? It was flirting, and so worth it when the older women blushed.

"Right. Sorry." Narcissa cleared her throat and set the small pile of clothes beside the basin and headed for the door.

"Cissy? Might I have coffee instead of tea?" Hermione liked the way the moniker rolled off her tongue and by the way Narcissa smiled fondly she had a feeling the woman didn't mind it either.

"Of course. Fleur, tea or coffee?" Narcissa inquired standing with her hand on the door knob.

"Tea, s'il vous plait. Camomile, cherie?" Fleur asked politely as she helped Hermione step under the spray.

"Course." Narcissa smiled again and left the room clicking the door shut quietly behind herself.

Fleur stood out of the shower with her sleeves pulled up her arms, she was wearing a fine wool turtle neck. Hermione managed to stand mostly leaning against the wall and let Fleur hand her soap or shampoo. The Veela was certain Hermione wished she could be alone to shower, after what she had been through, but the French witch wouldn't leave the little brunette just in case. She watched with sad eyes, silent the entire time, as Hermione began to scrub her skin until she was red and almost raw. Still Fleur did nothing, Hermione wanted to be clean and the Veela wouldn't stop the witch from figuring out where that line was drawn.

Hermione though, as comfortable as the two witches, Narcissa and Fleur, as comfortable as she was with them, Minerva made her anxious and she wasn't stupid enough to think she would be fine in the presence of any man. But she was ok with Narcissa and Fleur, which she suspected was a good thing since she would be living in very close quarters with them for the next how ever long. She did feel dirty though, disgustingly so and reliving the memories, the feelings of being touched and violated, it turned her stomach.

"Fleur..." Hermione spoke softly, her slightly less hoarse voice was shaky for a different reason now.

"Oui?" Fleur tilted her head slightly as she looked at the little witch, it pained her to see tears shining in those chocolate eyes.

"Could I be pregnant?" Hermione's voice came out a little too high to be casual.

"Dieu, darling. I do not know. Narcissa 'as been looking after you ze last couple of days. We will ask 'er when you are done, d'accord?" Fleur spoke gently to the little witch who nodded.

"D'accord." Hermione mumbled before taking the shampoo.

The little witch washed her hair rather hastily, lathering and rinsing almost at the same time before doing so again just to be sure she was clean. When she was completely rinsed she let Fleur help her out of the shower and then towel her dry. She stepped into the knickers Fleur held out for and her tried to ignore just how good Fleur looked on her knees before her. It was an odd thought considering the last weeks events.

There wasn't a bar that would fit her so once she was in the slacks and the tight fitting vest was, really the vest was good enough support given how tight it is, she needed a moment though, she hadn't moved at all for at least two days so it was a little taxing to be walking around and not sitting or, better yet, laying. Fleur gave her a moment before smirking and, without really thinking about it, she scooped Hermione up like she weigh nothing. Hermione squeaked and instinctively wrapped her arms around the blondes neck.

When they stepped out into the den it was to see Minerva and Narcissa already occupying two of the three seats. The two older witches watched as Fleur took Hermione to the other seat and placed her in it gently before straightening and moving to sit on the arm of the chair Narcissa was seated in. Hermione was a little flushed but Narcissa just acted like it was the most natural thing to see and wasn't worth comment, instead the woman sat forward and handed Fleur the cup of camomile and Hermione the cup of coffee. Both were taken with soft thank you's.

"Hermione is a little worried she may be pregnant. Do you know anything, Narcissa?" Fleur was the first to break silence after sipping her tea.

"No, she wouldn't be." Minerva spoke up before Narcissa could.

"How do you know?" Narcissa frowned, the expression mirrored on the other two womens faces as well.

"When Bella was first married off to Rodolphus she developed a sterilising potion. She never wanted to be with him and certainly didn't want to produce heirs for him. She gave the potion to Rod, he had no idea, still doesn't. When she managed to get inducted into the Death-eaters inner circle she managed to spike all the Death-eaters drinks one evening the first time Voldemort rose to power. I'd wager she has done it again this time just to be sure." Minerva explained easily, she didn't mind one bit that all those men would never produce heirs. Those kind of people's blood lines needed to end.

"Is that why Lucius and I could never get pregnant again?" Narcissa was curious, she had never heard of such a potion. There were plenty of fertility potions though.

"Yes I would suspect though. Bella let you have Draco, for your sake, but once Lucius became a death eater she spiked his drink the first chance she got." Minerva nodded not sure whether to be apologetic or not.

"Oh thank Merlin. I adore Draco but I can't stand the idea of carrying Lucius' child again. I'm just relieved to know it was Lucius who was rendered sterile and not me." Narcissa actually sighed in relief and smiled when Fleur placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Of course. Bella would never do that to you. She adores children. She just doesn't think any children sired by those particular men would benefit from being born." Minerva stated sincerely and the others had to agree.

"Did you and Bella ever talk about having kids?" Narcissa asked after a moment of contemplative silence.

"Oh sure. We wanted two. I don't think we ever expected this to go on as long as it has though." Minerva explained with a touch of sadness shining briefly in her eyes.

"That's such bullshit!" Hermione shouted suddenly, obviously startling the other women.

"If you wanted to have children you should have! Why is she... what, undercover or what ever? Why isn't she with you?" Hermione seemed thoroughly annoyed.

Hermione was thoroughly annoyed, she had only just realised Minerva and Bellatrix were together but dammit she couldn't understand why they would separate themselves in such a way. What could be so important they would put their love aside for something else? War was not worth that kind of grief. Not when it was a given that there would be so much devastation caused in other ways.

"Because of you Hermione. Because of our need to find and protect you." Minerva watched the annoyance and frustration melt into complete confusion on the little witches face.

"I don't understand." Hermione sat up a little straighter.

"No I know. But you will. Just i'm afraid not today." Minerva stood at that point.

"You're leaving?" Narcissa frowned a little.

"I'm afraid so. You're welcome to tell Hermione what ever Bella told you. Fleur would likely appreciate that information as well. As for living here, i'm afraid you wont be able to leave the bunker how ever I will be sending an elf with stock every few weeks." Minerva explained setting down her tea cup and turning to Hermione as she withdrew a tiny vial and a small dagger that looked more like a letter opener.

"Could I have a little of your blood?" She asked regarding the little witch who tilted her head.

"I trust you Minerva but i'd like to know why you want my blood before I just hand it over." Hermione lifted an eyebrow a little stubbornly. It only made Minerva smile proudly.

"And a good thing too. It isn't foolish to question even those you trust. As for your blood, I believe your wand was destroyed by the death-eaters. I wish to have one made specifically for you and as you can't be there in person your blood will be needed. Just a drop." Minerva handed the little dagger and vial to Hermione. The little witch gladly surrendered not one but three drops of blood, obviously satisfied with Minerva's answer.

"Thank you. My elf will be here in roughly three weeks, if you have any letters you wish delivered for what ever reason, I suppose that would be odd seeing as Fleur is the only one of you who isn't dead... well just pass them to my elf and if you want anything specifically give her a list and I will see if I can make it happen." Minerva took the dagger and vial and placed it back in an inner pocket of her robes.

"This is nice and all but if you can send a bra or two or mine that would be great." Hermione looked down at her chest, she was 16 going on 17 and had developed well so it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra but at the same time still appealing to look at. At least as far and Narcissa and Fleur were concerned.

"Of course, darling. Oh and I would suspect that Bella is going to move your parents somewhere safe. We have several safe-houses across Europe." Minerva smiled and headed for the kitchen and ultimately the stairs out without further word.

Hermione looked after her Professor feeling decidedly relieved. She was incredibly confused and though she hadn't actually thought about her parents since this all started she was still relieved that someone had. Now she just needed to figure everything else late, of course she also had no idea how late it was until the small clock on one of the bookshelves chimed 11. She might have assumed it was 11 in the morning until she caught Fleur yawning from the corner of her eye.

Narcissa noticed as well and stood from her seat taking the cups and moving into the kitchen, Hermione watched her walk into the other room and listened for a few moments. Fleur gracelessly slid into the seat Narcissa had vacated and let out another yawn. Hermione smirked looking to the blonde witch. Fleur noticed the smirk after a moment and grinned before poking her tongue out, Hermione chuckled.

"What is ze sleeping situation?" Fleur inquired loud enough for Narcissa to hear.

"You've seen the bedroom." Narcissa called back and Hermione actually laughed.

"You're kidding. Do you think Minerva and Bellatrix planned these bunkers to be for their own use?" Hermione chuckled at the thought.

"I've slept beside you the last two nights, I really don't want to start thinking about whether my sister shagged Minerva on that bed." Narcissa walked back in with a sandwich and handed it to Hermione. Hermione didn't realise she was hungry but upon seeing food her stomach practically roared at the prospect of being filled.

"So we are all to share the bed? Do either of you snore?" Fleur asked seriously and Hermione swallowed the bite of her sandwich looking from Fleur to Narcissa.

"I say if she snores we kick her out of the bed, she can sleep in the corner on a pile of clothes." Hermione says seriously trying not to grin at the indignant, and entirely unlady like, snort from the French witch.

"You know, darling, that sounds like a wonderful idea." Narcissa smirked and looked at Fleur who just rolled her eyes at the two before chuckling.

"You still haven't answered my question." Fleur pointed out seriously.

"I plan on sleeping far too deeply to be worried by snoring, Fleur. Don't be such a princess." Hermione retorted and Fleur heaved a sigh and flopped back in the seat.

"Woe is me." Fleur huffed only to hear the laughter of the other two witches. It did dreadfully pleasant things to hear the two women laugh.

Hermione smiled feeling oddly content, it was nice to laugh but she knew if she let the silence in for too long she would think and thinking was only leading to remembering for her these days. Naturally when the laughter died down the silence encompassed them while she finished her sandwich. She could have eaten three more but new it would be better if she didn't, she wasn't sure she would be able to make herself to the bathroom if she needed to throw up.

"Well... I know i've been asleep for upwards of 48 hours but... i'm knackered." Hermione let out a yawn that wasn't fake even for a minute.

Fleur stood abruptly walked over and scooped Hermione out of the seat and headed for the bedroom. Narcissa watched Hermione squawk rather indignantly and then laughed when Fleur didn't miss a beat and carried the little witch straight to the bed. Narcissa glanced at the small dish on the table and then shrugged before following after the Veela and the little witch. It didn't take long for the three of them to change and get into bed.

"Will you tell me why i'm so important tomorrow?" Hermione was in the middle of the two women and now she was laying down and warm she was decidedly more tired that she had been a moment ago.

"Sure. We can talk over breakfast." Narcissa smiled and tucked the blanket up around the little witches chin.

"This could be the start of something beautiful." Hermione mumbled.

Before falling asleep Hermione felt a hand on her hip, Fleur's, soft and gentle and warm and not even a moment later it was joined by another. Narcissa had unerringly extended her own hand and found Fleur's, also just as soft and warm, and had thread her fingers with the willing Veela's before they settled their joined hands at Hermione's hip. They looked at one another over Hermione's head before simultaneously dropping their gaze to Hermione's face. The little witch fell asleep between them with a smile on her face and a feeling of being safe and content.

Perhaps she had no idea just how true her statement was, or maybe she knew full well that it was indeed the start of something beautiful. For three witches who hardly knew each other were bound to each other and a future they had no idea was already written for them. Yet there was an innate faith within them all that they would get through it, together, in any capacity be it friends or, as a Veela's mating bond was involved, as lovers. Companions regardless.