Prologue
— Take the prisoners to the basement, Grayback.
— Wait — Bellatrix, said gruffly. — everyone, minus the Mudblood.
Grayback let out a growl of pleasure.
— No! — shouted Ron. — You can stay with me in her place!
Bellatrix gave him a slap in the face; the shot echoed through the room.
— If she dies during the interrogation, you will be next. In my notebook, blood traitor comes just below mudblood. Take them down, Grayback, and ensure they are securely fastened, but not do anything else with them... for a while.
She returned the wand to Grayback and took a small silver knife from the inside of the garments. Cut the cords that bound Hermione the other prisoners, then dragged her by the hair to the middle of the room, while Grayback pushed the other to another door that opened into a dark corridor, his wand raised ahead, designing an invisible force and irresistible.
— I think that she would give me a niece of girl when finished, doesn't it? — Hummed Grayback, while those forced to move down the hallway. — I would say that will be sufficient for a sprockets, don't you think, Ruço?
Harry could feel Ron shaking. They were forced to descend a ladder leaning too much, still tied back against back at the risk of slipping and breaking the neck at any moment. At the foot of the stairs, there was a heavy door. Grayback has unlocked it with a beat of wand, then pushed them to a wet room and musty and left in total darkness. The echo of the knock the door of the basement has not died when they heard a terrible scream and prolonged coming directly from the top floor.
Tears poured down her face from the girl as she cried. There was a time that the voices and sounds of the room could not be identified and images became smudges. His mind began to get confused and the only thing I could think was that I was dying. The air is not coming to your lungs and your body does not responded more to their orders. Completely sore and tired, Hermione Granger gave in silence to death while receiving the crucio.
But the pain stopped.
Waited for what would come next, but nothing happened. He tried to get up, but his mind ran without being able to process anything that was in front of her. Hermione only felt the cold touch of a hand holding her, and then... Everything went black.
