Typical disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of the things from his universe belong to the amazingly brilliant mind of JK Rowling. I am making no money off this story nor do I want any credit for anything Miss Rowling has created, only my own ideas inspired by her story. The song lyrics belong solely to the equally brilliant and perfectly dark minds of Jamie Madrox and Paul Monoxide of the group Twiztid.

Song: Nightmarez

Artist: Twiztid

Trigger Warning: Torture

In the dark of the night
In the midst of a dream or a nightmare
Where nobody can hear you scream
As you fight to awake from your sleep
And you shake in your bed
In the dream the evil is creepin', crawlin'
I keep callin'
Out for some help but I feel like I'm fallin'
Can I get up and shake off the nightmare
But when I look in the mirror it's in front of me
Right there
Starin' at me with those eyes again
Makin' it harder and harder to try to pretend
Everything is just okay, I'm sad and lonely
Alive with nothin' left to say

Hermione couldn't move as much as she fought, and she was fighting with every bit of energy she had. Still though, the invisible ropes pinned her to the floor. It was so cold, her whole body was covered in goose pimples and painful shivers racked through her body. That wasn't the worst of it though, the worst part of her situation was waiting to see what the obviously mad woman looming over her was going to do. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips as the woman kneeled down and straddled her, it was such an intimate thing and it made bile rise in Hermione's throat.

"How did you get that sword? You took it from my vault and I want to know how!" Bellatrix whispered quietly in Hermione's ear. "Tell me and this will be quick."

"I didn't take anything." Hermione cried struggling to move her face away from Bellatrix's, anything to get away from the feel of the woman's hot breath on her neck.

"LIAR." Bellatrix screamed in the girl's ear, sitting up and pulling something from her boot. Hermione felt the woman's cold hand press her wrist hard to the floor, pinning her arm down to the cold tile.

"Do you know what I like to do to disgusting girls who lie to me?" Bellatrix's face was so twisted and disturbed that it froze Hermione in terror. "I like to make sure the world knows what they are. In your case, disgusting mudblood filth." Then she leaned over Hermione's arm, and the girl was sure she'd been set alight. The pain was like nothing she'd ever felt, digging, clawing, SEARING at her arm. She screamed and screamed and begged for it to stop. Mentally she wished she was dead, that someone in this sick perverse universe would come and put her out of her misery. Then it dulled slightly, the pain subsided enough for Hermione to take a gasp of air and truly breathe.

Then it started all over again, the pain coming back to Hermione in full force and probably worse. Her vision began to fade in and out and her screams grew raspier. As she looked around for anything to take her mind off the pain she was caught by a pair of grey eyes, slightly shadowed by tufts of blonde hair. They looked so broken, like the scene the eyes had come upon was as physically causing them pain. At first, she refused to let herself pan out from the eyes, refused to see their owner, knowing full well who it was, then another round of the fire started and her arm felt wet and sticky, and the pain became unimaginable. Her mind forced her to say the words she'd been fighting down since she caught the grey eyes.

"Kill me, please Malfoy, kill me. If you have any mercy in you at all you'll just kill me." Her voice was no longer a scream, her throat feeling like sandpaper. The pain ebbed again as Bellatrix's shot up and turned to look at the boy standing there in horror.

"Did you hear that Draco? The mudblood wants you to have mercy on her." Bellatrix's voice came out in a cackle, spewing venom and spit in the young Malfoy's direction. "Maybe I should show her how we show mercy upon mudblood filth? Hmm?" Then Bellatrix's black eyes were back on Hermione's. "How dare you speak to him you disgusting creature. You want mercy? I'll show you mercy."

Bellatrix leapt up and stood cackling at Hermione and everything around the girl swayed for a moment as she tried to brace herself for whatever horror was to come. She didn't care if it was worse though, she fixated her eyes on the silver one's across the room, holding and taking any bit of solstice they might hold. Hermione never even heard the curse uttered, she only felt the pain. Knives stabbed into the center of her spine and dragged up paralyzing her. Pain, pure and horrible pain radiated throughout her entire body. Every twitch it sent through her was an electrical shock. She screamed and tried desperately to claw her way away from the pain but the binding around her was too tight. As her vision started to blur again and she prayed for unconsciousness to take her, then pain stopped, leaving only a low, dull ache through her whole body.

"You can end this easily mudblood. Just tell me how you got into my vault and it will all be over. I'll feed you to Greyback, he likes the throats. Your death will be quick, even if your disposal won't." Hermione barely had a chance to turn her head to the side as the contents of her stomach spilled from her mouth, on to her hair which was splayed across the floor near her.

"I swear I wasn't in your vau-"

"CRUCIO!"

The knives came back with a vengeance this time as Hermione thought her ears where ringing before she realized it was the sound of her screams, so high pitched they sounded foreign to her. She knew now what kind of madness this curse caused, it wasn't a madness that you were unaware of, you could actually feel this sort setting in. Your mind just giving up and trying to tell your body to give up as well. Hermione knew if this went on for much longer, she would surely be locked up drooling in St. Mungo's.

Then a small spark hit her side and in an instant Hermione saw black and felt nothing. It was all gone, and she had either passed out or died. In the end though, she didn't care which, as long as she didn't have to face the terror her body was facing. As she came too sometime later, she only saw a face, white as snow, unkempt curly black hair, and eyes black as night, cackling loudly.

Screams filled the air like a siren as she awoke from the horrid dream.

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The street was in complete chaos as the inhabitants screamed and cried, trying in vain to escape the terror. The only was calm where the men in hooded masks, shooting curses at random, turning the pavement red as blood soaked it. Draco ran through the streets hoping against all odds he could find somewhere to hide and wait this whole thing out. He couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't watch the things the men around him where doing any more. As he turned the corner he was in an alley, he ran down it halfway before realizing that he wasn't alone.

Fenier Greyback was in front of him and as their eyes met for a moment Draco couldn't help but take a step back. Then the werewolf lifted pulled something up into Draco's view and his stomach lurched. He was holding a head that surely at one point had belonged upon a body, blood still dripping from the neck as the werewolf smiled proudly like a hunter showing off his latest catch. Draco turned away unable to look any longer and ran, as fast as he could out of the alley way. As he rounded the corner he lost all control and vomited, spilling his lunch on to the sidewalk. Then everything shifted, a black cloud filling his vision.

He was sitting in his dining room surrounded by Death Eaters unable to even listen to his master's speech. Above him, suspended by invisible rope was a woman, her mouth open in a sickening way as she whimpered, pleading her case to his former potions professor? He saw the cuts and dirt that covered her body and knew that she had likely been a play thing for his fellow death eaters. He couldn't take his eyes off her until across the room a green light was shot at her, and she fell to the table in a sicken thud. Draco's stomach turned as he watched the remainder of her tears leak from her unseeing eyes. The black cloud returned, taking his sight and granting a moment of pleasure.

Draco was walking the hall of Hogwarts, wandering aimlessly, doing anything to stay away from the Slytherin common room. He couldn't handle being hero worshiped anymore, not when he knew what the life he was living was nothing more than a cruel, disgusting nightmare. He just wanted to run, get as far away from this life as possible, but in the end, there was nowhere to run. When The Dark Lord won, because in the end he had no hope that a 17 year old would be a match for him, there wouldn't be a place on this earth that Draco could hide. The only hope he had was that when this great battle everyone kept talking about happened, Draco could fight to death. He didn't want to die, but it was far better than continuing to watch the depravity around him.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the hall and could hear Crabbe and Goyle's voices coming towards him. He hurriedly entered a classroom closest to him, shutting the door quietly behind him. He stared at the wood for a moment, sighing thankfully that the two trolls had not seen him. He was tired of them constantly trying to put in word for them to get their own Dark Marks. They were idiots who would feel nothing about tearing up mudbloods, unlike Draco who couldn't get their horrified face's to leave his mind.

Then, like some sick ironic joke, a small moan came from behind him causing him to jump then wheel around, wand at the ready. Then he saw her, a small girl, couldn't be more than a third year, her tie indicating a she was a Hufflepuff's. She was chained to the wall on the far side of the room, barely conscious, blood was covering her face and a good amount was on the floor. She looked at Draco and he felt every ounce of pain she was in hit him like a wave. He ground his teeth together to bite back the scream that threated to escape his mouth. How the fuck could these people do this? Adults where one thing, but this girl before him was just a child. He knew by looking at the girl this was the obvious work of the Carrow's siblings. No one would have left her here to bleed out like this except them. He couldn't leave her there like this but he surely couldn't release her and he had no idea how to heal her. So he did the only thing he could think of. He stole his eyes away from her, and gathered every bit of hate he had for all the sickening things happening around him and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra"

The girls eyes wide but peaceful as the green jet hit her chest and her body went limp. Draco wanted to fall to the floor and let all of his emotions go right there, but he couldn't. It was likely someone would be coming back for this girl, at the very least to throw her body out. So Draco did the only thing he could to cover up his compassion and leave the girl a bit of dignity. He walked over to her and placed two fingers upon her eyelids and closed them, making it look to anyone else as though he body had succumbed to blood loss rather than the compassion of a boy who made all the wrong choices. He face would stay with him, the pale lifelessness of the single life he'd ever taken. The girl who would never return home, not even for a funeral. All because she was of the wrong parentage or she stood for those who were. He'd never know her name, and for some reason, that was the worst part of it all. The part that would likely drive him mad.

Draco awoke and fought back the bile threatening to rise in his throat. It took him a moment to get his bearings before he remembered where he was. Surrounded by brick walls and a door made of bars, the sound of waves crushing from somewhere, and the feeling of despair handing heavy in the air.

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THE DAILY PROPHET

HERMIONE GRANGER SPEAKS IN FAVOR OF RELEASE IN DRACO MALFOY DEATH EATER TRIAL

A/N: Just a quicky! Title is actually from the song of this chapter (this won't always happen, so my chapter title will always have song/artist listed as an author note)

Twiztid "Nightmarez"