It was surreal that only one year ago he was miserably sitting at the slytherin table staring sullenly at his meal, and now look at him. He would laugh if he could just open his mouth, but unfortunately it was firmly jarred shut and swollen. Fucking dickhead death eaters couldn't even aim right, never knew how to follow simple instructions. They were meant to crucio his heart but no, the twats got his right shoulder instead. Now it's dangling there like a bloody pinata. He, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, was the most talented when it came to pain, he could torture a man right to the brink of insanity, never failing to get the information he needed. A Malfoy always has and always will get his own way. He was a trusted and very valuable servant to his Lord Voldermort, especially with the unfortunate passing of Severus.

But even Draco had to admit, this situation really was unpromising. He had severely pissed off the dark lord, and this time there didn't seem a way to slither out. His usual tidy and pulled back silver locks were a tangled heap, clinging to his forehead. Draco's prim and proper appearance had become a disheveled mess.

'Mummy and Daddy aren't here to rescue you this time Drakey poo, looks like Auntie Bella might have to send ickle Dwaco down to visit them' Bellatrix cackled insanely.

Draco rolled his eyes, he was well passed finding his Aunts threats terrifying. However her real undying love lay with The Dark Lord and if he gave her the thumbs up, Draco might as well dig his own grave. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Bound magically by chains he was in no position to negotiate, fuck he had to do it. Salazar forgive me. He had to beg.

'Bella. Bella, before you do something fucking impulsive and rash, can you just remember I am your last living relative who actually agrees with you. I am the last family member who wants purity among every Witch, Wizard and child. Mudbloods are a disgrace to our culture, they physically make me sick. Think about it, when I am gone, that's it! There will be no more Malfoys. One of the most famous supporters of The Dark Lords cause, gone forever. And we are fucking awesome when we go on raids, together we get all the information we need, and extra. I know I've stepped in deep shit this time, but I can be punished, I can. Think about what's already been achieved now He's in power. Mudbloods cower in the street, they only come into contact with us after scrubbing the shit from our loos. Most the order is on the run or in hiding. Come on Bella.'

Bellatrix stared at Draco for a considerable amount of time. And slowly the corners of her mouth turned up and she was full on grinning at him. With an unhinged glint in her eye she steadily began to lift up her wand arm.

Suddenly Draco was jerking on the floor. It was like all the blood pumping around his body immediately froze and began to desperately try and break free through the skin, hot sparks of fire slowly roasted Draco from within. Bellatrix's crucio was her master party trick. Half an hour of this and the average man would doubtlessly crack. But draco had been under the wrath of many of His Lords crucio's and could hold his composure for a few hours before his walls would begin to break.


'I said get off me! Did you hear? I asked if you would kindly take your hand out of my hair.' The birds nest was being roughly pulled by some grimy follower of Voldermorts.

'Cutie, I just looked at the record and there is no sign of a pureblood named Monica Wilkins.' The death eater stared at the sheet with doubt. You could tell he was not the brightest bulb in the box.

Hermione had done impressively well to be ignored this long, working humbly as a cleaner in a dingy cafe was not how she planned her future before, but serious times call for desperate measures. She had kept her head done this past year, only exchanging letters with the order, but no upfront meetings. Running the rebellions without actually taking part was a betrayal in her mind, but Mcgonagall insisted that she must stay safe as she was the brains to the operation. Her whole identity before the terrible night of the battle had to be flushed away, the only thing she kept was her love and fascination with books. It was all that kept her sane. She had not given up about winning the war, she was determined, and although it seemed an impossible fight it was one she must do. Not just for her but also for her parents, and for Harry.

Everyone was looking for Hermione Granger. She was undesirable No. 1 now harry was no longer there. She new everything, the key to officially winning. To the death eaters, once Hermione is captured, the war is lost to the other side. The rebels might as well give up. Hermione Jean Granger was a sign of hope to all those against the dark. She was a symbol of the light.

'That cannot be right! Are you sure? Well I must be going, can't be late for work.' She beamed up at him and swivelled around. As Hermione began to walk away, the death eater called her back over.

'Not so fast angel, If we let people go without a proper identity check we wouldn't have as clean streets as we do today, even if you are a pretty little thing. Shame if you were a mudblood.'

Shit. Her heart began to pick up pace. Why did she have to go out past curfew. That one book could of waited till morning. The slimy man called over to another guy across the street. As the man turned his head her heart plummeted. She desperately tried to cover her face with her matted hair. Crap.

'Dolohov, what d'ya think? Dirty or Clean?' He grabbed her head and pulled it in Dolohov's direction.

Dolohov openly gaped at Hermione. 'Crabbe you fucking retard! Do you not realise who that is!' He yelled, voice filled with excitement.

'No, Who is it?'

'That is only the brightest cunt of her age, Hermione Granger, you arsefuck!'

Oh Bugger.