'What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!'
Hermione shrieked; the pain of the torture curse was overwhelming - it hurt even more than tearing herself away from her parents did, although they were two entirely different types of pain. Bellatrix laughed coldly, before her initial panic returned ... if the Master found out ...
'How did you get into my vault?' Bellatrix screamed. 'Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?'
'We only met him tonight!' Hermione sobbed, her body shaking. 'We've never been inside your vault ... it isn't the real sword! It's a copy, just a copy!'. Desperately, Hermione's brilliant mind was struggling through the excruciating pain, trying to hide the truth from Bellatrix.
'A copy?' screeched Bellatrix. 'Oh, a likely story!'. Desperately, Bellatrix hoped the Mudblood was telling the truth. If it was just a copy, then she had no need to fear the Dark Lord's wrath.
'But we can find out easily!' said Lucius from behind her. 'Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!'. It was here Hermione blacked out, pain and fear overwhelming her.