He sees her, in her cell waiting for her death.
Nothing's left for her, everything, and everyone dead or missing.
He's sorry that she's been reduced to this.
Her hair matted with blood, clings to her neck.
Her face bruised and scars rand down her back like a fashion statement.
Cuts over her body from being beaten.
Clothes (or what's left of them) ripped stained and dirty.
He remembers what she was like in school:
A happy little know-it-all,
Smiling and laughing at the silly jokes,
Helping people around her, even those she never liked, like pansy.
Her once bushy hair turned into long and wavy ringlets, now matted.
Her once beautiful brown eyes full of life now held pain and sorrow.
Her smooth skin now dented with scars.
I stand here watching her hugging herself, I want to help, but I can't.
Sold: item being purchased, once sold the item now belongs to the buyer.
That's what she is, an item.
If I buy her I can help her, fix her, and use her mind.
I walk up to the her cell and crouch down.
"Miss Granger, I'll help you soon." She smiles "thank you, Lucius."
The end