"How did you get into my vault?" Bellatrix screamed, so close she felt the heat of the woman's breath on her face.
"We didn't take anything," she could hardly get out the words with the weight of the woman on top of her.
"I have ways of getting what I want you know," the words slithered out of her mouth as a sadistic grin came upon her face. Standing up she points her wand at the already bleeding girl that lay on the ground. "Crucio!"
Screams echoed off the mansions walls. The young brunettes body tightened and started to convulse on the cold ground.
Pain, indescribable pain, as her eyes blurred with tears. Her muscles felt as if she was being electrocuted. After what felt like hours her body relaxed slightly and stopped thrashing on the ground. The room came back into focus as her blood pounded in her ears.
"Nothing to say, mudblood?" relishing in the fact her latest victim was still twitching slightly. She climbs back on top of the girl straddling the young girls waist.
"Maybe we'll trying something new," she said twirling her wand in her hand. Whispering a spell Hermione didn't recognize, she watched in fear as the tip of the wand turned into a sharp blade.
"Please, no. I swear we found it, we found it!" she said as she struggled under the weight of the older woman.
"Not good enough mudblood. Lets see what your blood really looks like…"
She could feel her skin being ripped open as the knife slashes up her arms. The warmth of the blood trickling down her arms in stark contrast of the cold marble floor she was lying on. All she could do was scream.
The woman above her laughed inhumanly. She brought the knife up to the girls shoulder and slashed again. Cutting through skin and fabric. The young girls shirt giving way revealing her bruised skin and her lace bra.
The older woman looks at the girl below her and licks her lips "Lace? Is this for your little weasel? No matter, after tonight he wont want anything to do with you." She slowly cut the top of the girls exposed left breast, blood seeping out of the wound immediately. Bellatrix then leaned down, close to the girls face, "Actually, nobody will want you," she seductively licked up the side of the young girls face.
Hermione tried to turn her head away from the woman. The raven-haired woman grabs her face roughly and squeezes. "This is going to be fun…" she lets go of the girls face and looks over her shoulder. This is when Hermione felt the multiple sets of eyes looking at her. She tries to pull into herself as to not let the group of onlookers see her.
Bellatrix turns back to the girl, with a wicked look in her eye and says happily, "Greyback? How would you like to have a taste of the mudblood?"
You could almost smell Fanrir salivating as he walked toward the girl on the floor.
"No, please." Hermione choked out over her tears. Bellatrix quickly got off the girl. Pointing her wand she vanishes the rest of the tattered clothing. Hermione felt the cold air on her skin as her body was relieved of her clothing. Fanrir licked his lips as he lowered himself on top of the brunette . He whispers, "There will be plenty of time to say please, mudblood."
She struggled harder, knowing exactly what was about to happen. In one violent motion her body felt as though it was being split in two.
"Hermione…"
"Hermione…"
"….Mione…"
Her vision started to clear.
She struggled hard against the arms pinning her down.
"Please, no."
"Shhhhhh...I got you…" she slowly recognized the voice.
"Its okay, Mione, shhhhh," red hair danced in her vision.
The edges of her world grew hazy. The hard hands of Fanir were replaced with the soft, pale ones of her best friend. Green eyes looked down into hers. She could now feel the fresh tears cascading down her face. She noticed her surroundings were not that of the Malfoy Manner but a homely shack much like that of the Weasleys.
The redhead climbed onto the bed and lay next to the still quivering girl, her back against the wooden headboard.
She opened her arms for the older girl. "Come here." She practically whispered.
The scared girl winced and grabbed her side. Pain ripped through her whole body with the movement.
"Slow. Mum and Fleur said it's going to take time for your body to heal." Ginny sighed while helping the girl get closer.
It only took seconds for Hermione to snuggle into the younger girls chest.
Spearmint. The smell invaded her nose.
She felt strange contentment in the way her head moved up and down with each of Ginny's breaths. Happiness in the steady heartbeat heard underneath.
"Shell Cottage." Ginny broke the silence.
Hermione brought her head up to look at Ginny with slight confusion.
"Shell Cottage. Its where we are." Ginny looked to the window where the sun could be seen diving into the ocean. A warm breeze flowed through the opening striking their faces with a slightly salty smell.
That's when it all hit Hermione. The pain, the calloused hands on her body, the blood. It was real. All of it. Tears silently streak down her bruised cheeks soaking the red heads jumper. She felt the younger girls arms pull her even closer.
"Shhh…," Ginny said as a tear made its way down her freckled face. "…I got you."