Hello, so its been a while since i have written things (like couple of years and im trying to get back into it so im starting small one short chapter, it might be a bit choppy and i am sorry about that just trying to get the juices flowing again :)

I do not own harry potter all belongs to jkrowling,

Ever since I laid eyes on her, I fell – Hard. That bushy hair, her smile, her want to learn about this whole new world, eyes filled with wonder and joy. I was jealous, she was lucky to know nothing about the darkness in this world. I wanted to talk to her, make her laugh, protect her, but she's a muggle born and I'm a pure-blood. My father will not approve, he would kill me on spot before I could even think about explaining - I'm the Heir, I must keep the family pure.

It became easy to hate her, she was a Gryffindor and friends with harry potter of all people. The golden trio. Please. What a bunch of… ugh. Yet here she was in the middle of my living room on her knees her hair being held firmly by my aunt Bellatrix. "I will not ask again filthy little mudblood" she spat pulling harmonies hair a little more causing her to whimper "how did you get my sword."

I was terrified and for the first time in my life it wasn't for myself but for her, I managed these past years to hate her, but seeing the fear in her eyes made me realize this is not what I wanted, for anyone. Yet I couldn't do anything, not now, I already lied to my family about not being sure if harry potter was really in fact Potter.

"crucio" Bellatrix yelled, I watched as Hermione trashed around screaming with agony. Tears streamed down her face as my aunt did it over and over again. She looked at me for a moment pleading for help as she tried to crawl away from her torture. Bellatrix laugh just filled the room, "where do you think you are going?" she asked as she kicked Hermionie in the stomach "you need to learn your place." She dropped down to hermionies side pulling her arm straight out. The evil smile never left my aunts face as she used her wand to heat up her dagger and press it to hermionies arm, sizzling her skin.

"maybe this will remind you of your place Mudblood." She chucked. Once done she stood up pulling hermionies arm with her to show everyone in the room what she had done. The words mudblood written across her forearm as clear as day, "its an improvement if you ask me, now back to my questions, what is the name of the boy you hexed?"

Hermionie shook her head slightly before screaming in pain again as yet another crucio curse hit her. I automatically stepped forward but I felt my moms arm pull me back. "no Draco." Narcissa whispered "she will turn on you if you interrupt her."

Everything else happened in a flash, harry potter and that red headed prat came up from the cellar, our old house elf dropping a chandelier and disappearing with the prisoners and my aunts thrown dagger. All I remembered thinking was I hope to Merlin it did not hit hermionie.

"Elves!" my father shouted, in an instant two of our house elves appeared to his side

"y-yes master" the both muttered slightly covering their heads in fear of being stroked. My father lifted his cane and with all his force smacked the both of them in one clean shot "Clean this up!" he ordered before walking away. Bellatrix started her giggling once again as she walked off.

My mother stood next to me for a moment before following my father, her heels clicking on the marble floor slowly fading out, once I no longer was able to hear her I took in a deep breath, slick back my hair and proceeded towards my room, shut he door behind me and locked it.

"Creatch!" In a moment a small house elf appeared in front of me cowering to her knees "yes master" she muttered, "I need you to go find Hermionie now, make sure she's okay, don't let anyone see you and don't tell anyone what you are doing" I muttered quickly before waving my hand for her to go "oh one more thing" i gave the elf my coldest of glare "if you so utter a word to any living soul about this I will make end you." I threated, Creach nodded her head a few times muttering under her breath that she understood and left with a pop.