A/N-Hermione is younger than Harry in this story so that my plot works.

Disclaimer- No, I do not own harry potter. I am merely twisting the characters lives for my own amusement.

Chapter 1- Torture

Hermione's screams echoed across the cavernous halls of Malfoy manor as she pleaded with Bellatrix Lestrange.

'WE NEVER WENT TO YOUR VAULT! IT'S A FAKE!' Hermione screamed out, begging for the incessant torturing to stop, begging for the agony bestowed upon her to end and for Bellatrix to leave her alone. Needless to say, Bellatrix paid no heed.

'CRUCIO!' Bellatrix's favourite curse rolled of her tongue and Hermione could tell she relished in the pain she was causing. Hermione could still feel Greyback's hands upon her as he had shoved her away from Harry and Ron, that was possibly the last time she would ever see them and that thought made Hermione wish she was alone, able to cry in peace. To think that it was only hours ago that she had been sitting with Harry and Ron listening to Fred, George, Kingsley and Remus incite a rebellion against Voldemort. It seemed like a dream to her, the hours of seemingly endless torture preceded the thoughts of happier times. Hermione was almost certain she was never going to make it out alive, let alone safe. Hell, she had already been carved like a pumpkin, she had Mudblood etched onto her arm and Filth on her right thigh 'Not that anyone would want to see that one' Bellatrix had taunted her. Hermione had been crucioed a thousand times and been bitten by Fenrir Greyback. Hermione thought back to what Lupin had said after Bill got mauled the night Dumbledore died, I don't think Bill will be a true werewolf but that does not mean there won't be some contamination. Those are cursed wounds. And – Bill might have some wolfish characteristics from now on. Hermione calmed herself with these thoughts, she wouldn't be a true werewolf, besides, it wasn't the full moon that night anyway.

Hermione was dragged back to Bellatrix as she laid another curse upon her, a slashing hex that cut almost to the bone of her left calf. She yelped in pain, the gash now dripping on to the floor before developing into a steady stream of red liquid. Hermione trembled under the pain she now felt. Lucius Malfoy sent for the goblin to check whether the sword was fake as Bellatrix seemed to reach a conclusion.

'Right then, what to do with you my little mudblood.' Bellatrix paced around Hermione, as the latter panted, using the opportunity to regain her breath. 'Oh, I know! I'll send you to a place where you'll never know the half-blood and blood-traitor you call your friends. That way you're all in pain, Remittitis, do you think Fenrir?'

'Sounds perfect.' Greyback leered at Hermione.

'Remittitus!' cried Bellatrix, Hermione caught one last glimpse of Harry and Ron as they burst into the oak-floored drawing room through her half-lidded eyes before she was engulfed in white.

James Potter was strutting around Hogwarts proudly showing off the shiny badge on his chest proclaiming him Head Boy to the one person around. He was currently out patrolling with the Gryffindor seventh year prefect Remus Lupin, who happened to be one of his best friends and was currently rolling his eyes at the egotistical jerk his friend was. These two young men were part of the Marauders, a group of four male Gryffindor seventh years who played pranks, became Animagi (not that anyone knew about that) and flirted with girls. James was seen as the leader of the pack, his animagus form was a stag and he was very popular with the ladies. He, however had his sights set on the Head Girl, a certain Lily Evans and had been for many years. Remus was the studious one, although he went out with a few girls he always kept his distance. Many of the school thought he had a rabbit, as James referred to him being a werewolf as his 'Furry Little Problem'. The 3rd member of the group was one Sirius Black. A Ladies man who could be known as a player or user, and flirts with every girl imaginable, Sirius was the mastermind behind most of the marauders pranks and his animagus form was a dog. The final member of the group, Peter Pettigrew, spent most his time admiring James and Sirius, his animagus form was a rat and he was the most shy of the group. The quartets names were, in corresponding order, Prongs, Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail.

This current evening it was extremely quiet, an easy night for the two on patrol, Suddenly however, a great bang came from the Great Hall and the two young men ran as fast as they could towards the sound. Arriving upon the scene, James and Remus shared shocked glances. There, lying on top of the Gryffindor table was a girl who looked roughly the same age as them. She had blood matted into her hair clumping her curls together and a great gash upon her leg. Her clothes were torn and in a rip in her shirt they could see her ribs, as well as blood dripping down her chest and legs. She obviously hadn't eaten properly for a while. Her eyes were fluttering open and closed drawing their attention to the dark circles making her vaguely resemble a panda which was the same way Remus' eyes looked after a full moon. Her face was battered and bruised, each bit of skin varying shades of purple, blue and black. Remus and James were horrified at her appearance.

'James,' Remus immediately took charge. 'Go fetch Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore. I'll do my best to clean her up.'

James immediately ran, his Quidditch skills allowing him to run faster than Remus could have. Remus paused as he looked over the girl. Wondering where to start with the mass of bruises, cuts and gashes marking her body. He knew better than to siphon off the blood as that would merely increase blood loss, so he started work on her face. Healing her broken nose with a quick episkey and healing her bruises, he was only a quarter of the way through her face when Madam Pomfrey ran into the room, her dressing gown fluttering behind her and more flustered than Remus had ever seen her. She quickly conjured a stretcher and levitated the girl onto it. Remus followed her to the hospital wing where James and the headmaster were waiting, questions whirling through his brain. Where had that girl come from? What happened to her? Who could do that to little more than a child? What was she doing here? For Remus though, the questions would have to wait. The Headmaster had promptly sent them off to bed the minute the girl arrived in the hospital wing, much to James' disapproval. Despite James' casual chat about the girl, Remus knew that he was as worried as him, and they both lay awake long into the night thinking about her.

A/N- Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Please review so I know how you want this story to go an how to make you guys enjoy it! Virtual christmas present if you do!

Rusey x