A/N; READ FIRST PLEASE! I've edited this chapter, so it's a little different; I didn't like it the last time I wrote it. I'm aiming to post a chapter a week, but I might not be able to because of school, and I am writing another novel just now. Please, no haters! I'm trying my best! EleanorWeasley x

Chapter 1

'NOO, PLEASE, IT'S A FAKE! IT'S A FAKE!'

Screams echoed through the dimly lit dining hall of Malfoy Manor, were around 20 figures in black cloaks were surrounded a short, bushy haired witch.

'I don't believe you.'

The drawling voice of Bellatrix Lestrange could hardly be heard over the girl's screams, as a knife was plunged into the younger witches arm.

'THAT SWORD WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN MY VAULT IN GRINGOTTS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? HMM? CRUCIO!'

Hermione Granger lay twitching uncontrollably on the ground, blood pouring from her arm and face. Her clothes were soaked with the red liquid, whilst her throat was hoarse from screaming.

'Please, we didn't steal anything. We found it! We foun- AAAAAHHH'

Her screams started again as the knife was once again wedged into her arm, leaving a cold hearted word were her skin was supposed to be.

Hermione's breath came out in ragged intervals as the knife was withdrawn from her arm, and a single tear trickled down her face as she lay on the floor, motionless.

'PETTIGREW!' Bellatrix cried, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and fear, 'Get the goblin. He shall determine the true status of the sword. But for now, Greyback? Am I right in thinking that you wanted to play with the girl?"

Hermione's blood ran cold and all the colour that was left in her face quickly drained as the werewolf grinned maniacally at her, and dragged her off into a secluded area and started ripping at her clothes. As her shirt was thrown off, a cold metal hit against her warm stomach. Her time turner was still intact, but as she reached up to hide it, her shoulder shot with pain. Her vision was clouded with black spots as the pain burned through her shoulder and travelled down to her lungs. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire, and gasped in as much air as she could. As the werewolf drew back, Hermione could see the fresh wound of a bite mark etched into her shoulder.

That wasn't the worst of it. Amidst the fact that she was aware that she had just been bitten by a werewolf, she didn't want to know what would happen next. Greyback scraped his long fingernails dug into her stomach, leaving large, deep wounds behind. Hermione almost wished she was still being tortured by Bellatrix, and didn't have to endure this pain and knowing what was going to happen to her.

'Stop!' a woman shrieked from the back of the room, 'I will not have this filth being practiced in my house!'

'Cissy, quiet!' Bellatrix hissed, 'The mudblood deserves it. Doesn't she Draco?'

Hermione turned her head slightly in the direction of the youngest Malfoy, and his silver eyes met her chocolate ones. His eyes were filled with unshed tears, and he looked like he wanted to do nothing more than get out of the drawing room. While his crazed aunt had her attention on the goblin, he mouthed to her two words.

I'm Sorry.

Hermione nodded her head ever so slightly, to show that she understood that her pain was not his fault. She noticed his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, looking at her sister with a mixture of disgust and fear, and she placed a hand on Draco's shoulder in a comforting gesture. Her piercing blue eyes stared into Hermione's, and in them she could see the fear and adrenaline. She nodded towards Hermione, and then sutly jerked her head towards the centre of the room, where Hermione could see a couple of feet from underneath an invisibility cloak.

Her relief was cut short; however, as she was brought back to reality with a low growl from her attacker, who she had momentarily forgotten was there. He grinned maliciously at her, and lowered his face onto hers.

The werewolf was suddenly thrown into her, as an explosion sounded behind them. Bellatrix was still torturing the goblin, but Hermione's vision started going blurry as she saw a chandelier fall from high above onto the ground. She screamed out in agony as metal and glass was pierced into her skin, blood trailing all down her stomach. She could faintly see 2 figures running towards her as Greyback was blasted to the side as large black spots threatened to cloud her vision. She could hardly hear the continuous shouts of her name, and then the crack of apparition as her world went black.

ooOOoo

Hermione landed with a thud on some soft, green grass as she clutched her arm in pain. The middle of her chest was sprouting a huge, red gash as she tried to sit up. Head still wringing, she tried to remember were she was before she apparently went unconscious. All her memories came flooding back as she saw the foul word etched into her forearm. Blood was smeared over the lettering, but the outlines of the letters could still be made out, and she realised what it said. Mudblood.

Taking in a sharp breath, Hermione stood up, leaning on a tree for support, and opened her eyes fully to take in her surroundings, only to be blinded by the sun. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as the pain rushed back through her body, and she turned her head round in an attempt to spot her two best friends.

She jerked her head to the right and there, standing tall in the distance, were the magnificent towers of Hogwarts. How was his possible? Her former school stood tall in the distance, and a rush of hope filled her body at the thought of seeing the familiar faces that would surely help her. The excitement quickly drained from her as she realised that her beloved headmaster was no longer here, but in a marble white tomb on an island in the middle of a lake. Wait, where were Ron and Harry? She frantically looked around, hoping to see them, only to be met by the empty fields of Hogwarts. How could this be happening? Why was she alone? She tried to walk, only to find a searing pain erupting in her left leg. She decided that she would have to endure this pain just a little while longer in order to reach the castle, were Ron and Harry may be looking for her. Clutching her leg in an attempt to numb it, she slowly made her way up to the castle.

After around an hour, she was standing in front of the large doors of the entrance hall. Soon, the pain in her leg became overwhelming, and as she attempted to climb the stone steps, her vision started to go black again and all she could do was lie down.

'Help,' she whimpered, let her head bang against the steps, and once again, she could see no more.

A/N: Okay, so I'm back! I'm not dead! If you think you've recognised this before then your right. I'm redoing my story; I didn't like it last time. I know it's a really short chapter; it was sort of a prologue. If you've not read the rest of the story, then all will be revealed soon! Any questions/comments are much appreciated!

EleanorWeasley

Word Count; 1,262