The continuous dripping of water seemed soothing, at least in this place but any other time it would annoy the hell out of me. It had been some of my only company for however long I was thrown back down here, maybe a week or two. Not even a visit from the other deatheaters, never mind Bellatrix although I could always hear her moving about the manor.

I move slightly and a rattle and a grinding ensue, I look around confused for a moment before remembering that I'm chained to the floor, I have been since being put back down here, though it doesn't seem to very different from before.

It was dark here but now I can't tell the difference between it being light or dark, since I don't know the time of day.

I fiddle with chains again, they're rusted and weaker than they should be, it's another attempt at loosening them using the spoon I had been able to steal when someone didn't pay attention bringing food. I mean, I would've used a knife much more effectively but since that incident they don't let me near anything sharp.

I don't know how long it has really been down here, but dirt is caked on to my face like before my bath, it itchs but no matter how much I pick at it, none of it dissappears, in fact I just end up bleeding from one of the numerous cuts on my face and body.

The blood then cakes on and I look like she still beats me but she's not there and I find myself lonely. Lonely for pyschotic deatheater to become my company, just what hell is wrong with me, that's just sick and so fucked up, but at least she would keep me company, in fact she would say I looked beautiful covered in the dirt and blood, like I'm meant to be because of my blood status.

I whimper out the smallest of sentences and return back to my corner. "Please, Bellatrix!" And footsteps echoed down the stairs, my head shoots up and instead of my dark-haired beauty, wait what? Since when did I start calling her that, never. I see a pale-haired woman and I know who she is, I would know that glare anywhere. Narcissa Malfoy, who holds a few of the traits her sister does, including that ice cold glare.

"Narcissa?" I mumble and she paces across the dungeons to where I am, after moving through the door like smoke, maybe she is a deatheater then.

"You look like shit, but you're requested by him!" Narcissa refused to say his taboo name or call him the dark lord. "I haven't seen anyone for... how long? Two weeks maybe and now you want to fucking see me!" I shouted at the blonde who was now biting at her bottom lip.

"Yes we do. And don't push me Granger, I can be just a cruel as my sister!" The blonde gritted her teeth as she said this.

"Ooh two sadistic sisters, or is it three? Is Andy secretly sadistic too? And I doubt you're as bad a Bella is!" I smirked at the blonde whose fist collided with my face the next second and with a arrogant "humf" noise, she turned a walked to the door.

"The chains dumbass?" I sniggered before she waved her wand in my direction and I started unintentionally walking, the chain getting tighter on my arms every step I took, until I ended up in front of Narcissa who poked me violently with her wand, so the chains fell free from my arms.

"Ok maybe you're nearly as bad as Bella, but not quite Cissy!" I groan as I massage the reddening strips on my wirsts, possible even a red patch or two along my arm, since they had stretched to the furthest they could and more.

"Don't call me Cissy! Now follow me!" She ordered before advancing the stairs and going a different way to last time, pasting many rooms to get to where we needed to be, we even past what I assumed to be the door but I wasn't going try my luck and fail.

My gaze fixed back down on the floor again as we pasted the door and ascended more stairs before passing through the same set of doors as last time, the same pairs of eyes settling their gaze on me, but I dare not look up.

I can feel this strange feeling from my head leave as Narcissa crosses the room and sits next to Draco and Bellatrix, that's when I realised she was using Legimency along the way, reading my thoughts as I saw the door, she did it all on purpose.

"You may look up now, Mudblood!" A voice who I thought was Voldemort suggested, my gaze moving and settling on him. I guess I looked really bad because his eyes seemed to widen slightly.

"Well, why did you want me? To degrade me again because you already done that as much as you could?" I questioned, my gaze resting on Bellatrix who gave a little chuckle.

"There's always some else we can do, there's never not an option but we just wanted to check on you." Voldemort answered, at this I laughed out. "I'm doing absolutely spiffing in my five star resort... How does it look like I'm doing? I look like a zombie!"

"You shouldn't have annoyed us last time then you sarcastic little shit. And what in Merlin's beard is a zombie?" Bellatrix snarled out as I rolled my eyes at her clueless nature on muggle things.

"Wow, yeah I annoyed you by trying to get out of this place in another less painful way, I mean you would have killed me any way. And a zombie is a corpse that's reanimated, that wants to eat flesh or brains as a cliché the muggles just love. I suppose it's sort of like the inferi just more rotten and without a wizard or witch controlling them." I replied without sarcasm this time.

"I don't see how this relates to you looking like one, you're not rotten!" Voldemort accused, a rotten grin on his face.

"I'm covering in blood and Merlin knows what. Did you know there were snakes down there?" I said fairly quietly and I scratched at my stomach under the hogwarts uniform.

"Snakes in the dungeons, that's new? I didn't see any" Narcissa exclaimed confused, I smiled slightly and answer it simply. "They hide from people they don't know. You don't want to know them, unless you enjoy being bitten as a 'I'm just checking you're alright', though other than that they're actually quite nice!" I informed them, showing a two big holes that were now scabbed over on my forearm.

"Not scared of snakes anymore then? But you're still not rotten so how are you zombie-like?" Bellatrix asked, her heavily lidded gaze pinned on me as I shook my head.

"There's rats too, the snakes keep them away so I'm friends with them. And this is rotten!" I spoke softly, pulling up the jumper and shirt to reveal black patches all along my stomach and back, some resided on my legs under the skirt and arms under the jumper, others on my feet and hands.

"What the fuck?" Bellatrix shrieked out and everyone finally rested their eyes back on me. "The rats like to feast more then I do." I muttered, looking down at the patches again, running my fingers over the largest one, a red substance and a green and a yellow, a little black blending into them to make a nasty shade of what I suppose used to be blood.

There were a few of these decaying patches of skin scattered about my body, but cuts dominated most of the skin there, some of the cuts dripped red, others scarred a faded pink.

I hear a cough and my gaze shoots back up to the table of deatheaters, specifically on Voldemort. "Hmm I'm pretty sure that's not a normal colour." I cringe as I move my hand away from the patch, it's now covered in the gloopy substance and sticks to all my fingers, it feels like mushed up Jelly.

"Obviously that's not normal colour, neither are the green veins along your skin though." Voldemort stated, I look at him confused, what green veins? There are no green veins.

"What green veins? I don't see any green veins!" I panic slightly, looking at all the uncovered skin I have but finding no green veins.

"Do you not see them? Anyone else see them?" Voldemort questioned, looking to all his deatheaters sat at the table. "I see them my lord, but it's like they're fluctuating between being there and not being there." Bellatrix piped up as she stood and moved around the table.

She towered over me even when I stood up, her cruel - looking wand point towards me before a weird sensation washed over me and bright, glowing green veins stood out on my skins.

"Huh, did you reverse the spell on the uniform too?" I ask after noticing the tie had turned green and silver, at that all eyes snapped back to me from the table, a glint in Bellatrix's eye as they ran up and down my body observing the change.

"No, it does mean something good though dear Muddy!" Bellatrix cackled, a spine - chilling cackle at that and I felt cold again, the spell had worn off and the veins were gone and suprisingly the tie changed to a blue and silver instead of a red and gold.

"Ravenclaw colours? What is this? The sorting tie or some shit!" I exclaimed, looking bewildered at Bellatrix who looked confused as well.

"I suppose it's like that but for now you're going back to dungeons." Voldemort said calmly, I stared at him in disbelief. "What about this are you not going sort it? Or are just going to let me rot and get eaten by the rats down there?" I shouted, earning a slap from Bellatrix.

"You will be able to clean up again and that will be dealt with as best it can!" Voldemort said kindly, suprising me with the offer, I nod in thanks before Draco stands up and beckons me to follow, I look over to Narcissa then Bellatrix, neither reacting in the slightest, I had thought one of them would escort me again.

I take one last glance at the sisters before exiting the room and following Draco along corridors to one of the bathrooms, water and bubbles filled the bath once again as the door opened.

"The house elves will summon you clothes. And what you need to clean that up? I'll wait out here, once you're done just call and I shall get Mother or Aunt Bellatrix to come and heal those to some extent." Draco muttered looking at me with sorrow.

"Don't let any of those lot see you looking at me like that Draco! Feeling sorry for a Mudblood, they would torture you or worse." I whispered before closing the door, his face becoming more sorrowful.

"Even you don't deserve what they're doing? And what they're planning, it's just wrong, Hermione." Draco informed me through the door and then silence ensued.

"Thank you for caring Draco, but like I said, don't let them see you caring." I thanked the young pureblood, before moving to wash down in the bath, the warm water immediately taking away a layer of dirt, I took a sharp intake of air as the water lapped at the rotten parts of skin.

Soap, plenty of soap and water later and the bath was dyed a black colour, some lumps of dirt and what I assume is flesh and blood floated about, I feel cleaner straight away and as soon as I step out of the water, a towel appears and the water itself dissappears.

I dab at my skin, the skin covered in bruises, cuts, bite marks and missing pieces of flesh all together. Clothes appear this time they're like my old clothes, a pair of black jeans, a pristine, baggy t-shirt lay on the cabinet along with a black pair of socks and a grey hoodie.

I look into the mirror, my face is as bad as I thought, it's all cracked, cut and bruised, my skin now looks kind of pale. Faint green veins ran down my neck, a faint glow still there. I stare at my battered figure before my eyes move to meet in the mirror and I jump back, looking away from the mirror.

I quickly get dressed into the baggy clothes, rubbing my eyes before glancing in the mirror once again, the same pair of glowing crimson eyes staring back, but my eyes were never crimson always a 'muddy brown' as Bellatrix calls them, says they suit my blood.

"House elf, I need a little help." I whisper and a 'pop' echos through the bathroom, a little house elf stands there in what looks like a ragged pillow case bowing and squeaks out a "How can I help you miss?"

"Hello, What's your name?" I try being polite with the small creature, it looks at me terrified, but I think I would be if I saw me from that perspective, especially with the current glowing red eyes.

"My name's Linky, Miss. What do you need?" The house elf squeaked out, looking up at me with frightened eyes. "You can call me Hermione. I need a pair of sunglasses or shaded glasses to cover my eyes, please Linky!" I spoke softly to the creature.

A soft 'pop' signalled the elf had disapperated from the room, I move near the door, making sure the door is locked and I lean against the door to add weight so it wouldn't open easily. "Draco, I'm finished you can get your Aunt or Mother now." I call to the blonde who I assume is still stood outside.

"I'm already here Muddy! Draco had some business to attend to with his Mother, so you'll have to fun with me." Bellatrix chuckled, I could almost hear the smirk on her face, a hand rattled the handle and then I can imagine her face twisting into fury.

"Unlock the door Muddy! Let me in now, or I'll blast the door down!" Bellatrix shrieked, rattling the door again, I can feel her magic radiating and getting stronger through the door.

"You wouldn't want to blast down this lovely door now, would you?" I smile, hoping the elf would return before Bellatrix decided the door could be replaced. "I'm actually not ready yet, I called because I thought Draco might take a while to get you or Narcissa, so I could get ready in that time." I added after Bellatrix slammed her fist against the door.

"Liar, stop lying filth. I can see you're lying stupid girl.. And I was told you were the smart one." Bellatrix shouted, malice dripping from her words.

"Don't use Legimency on me! You or Narcissa." I shout back and hear her cackle slightly before talking again. "So you can figure out when someone is using Legimency on you without seeing or hearing them use the incantation, perhaps you are a clever girl then Muddy!"

Then silence permeated the air and a splitting sound echoed through the manor, she was casting a spell at the door. "Fine, calm down. I'll open the door." I yelled, sliding the lock open and moving away from the door along the floor, hood pulled over my head, looking down to the floor.

The door creaked open and the black clad woman swept in almost silently, her wand drawn and digging into to my head. "Up Mudblood, we're going elsewhere to deal with you.. And why do you have that thing over your head, take it off now!" Bellatrix ordered, pulling my arm, her fingernails piercing crescent moons into my already abused skin.

"I can't take it off." I muttered, following her out of the room and down the corridor. "Of course you can." Bellatrix growled, turning swiftly and ripping the hood down to it normal place before turning and walking once again.

Minutes past and a small 'pop' sounded again, Linky the elf standing next to me with a pair of sunglasses in his hand, passing them to me as I slow down and thank him before he dissappears and I hurry to catch up with Bellatrix, glasses now covering my eyes.

We arrived in a bedroom, painted in slytherin colours although it had dark shadows cast around the room almost swallowing it whole except for the little light created in the fireplace, as wood crackled and the flames licked at the stone walls.

The ravenette turned, throwing me to bed before yanking the shirt up, earning a moan of pain as it brushed against all the injuries. "You couldn't ask me to take it off for you?" I whined before her wand pointed into my cheek. "No, you deserve to feel the pain and I like that." She sneered before pushing her wand further into my cheek, whispering a spell.

Blood trickled down my cheek onto the shirt, it stopped quickly and she pulled her wand away. "I thought you were supposed to be healing me, not making it worse." I breathe out, my eyes feel heavy and I really hope Bellatrix doesn't take off the glasses.

My hope is dried up when she looks up, frowning as she reachs up. "Why are you wearing these?" Bellatrix snarls and I flinch away from her hand. "Because the light up here is intense after being down there for a while."

She frowns and pulls them off, turning her attention to my stomach. "Well you won't wear them in my presence. Now take off you top, I can't see them all. I'll do the rest after these parts." Bellatrix ordered before looking to the other side of the room while I stripped of my hoodie and t-shirt.

Her head turned back, black curls flung the other way, flowing down her back, her face looked bored before her black eyes examined the wounds and she gasped slightly.

I looked at her through my fingers, since covering my eyes with my hands is the only thing I can do for now, she bites at her lip in concentration as she rapidly casts incantations, her wand hovering over the rotten parts of flesh, a warm sensation tingled there.

I risk a peek at the skin and it's healed mostly but had left a jagged, black scar on the pale skin. The dark-haired witch continued casting different spells leaving black scars ingrained in the skin, I turn around as soon as she's done with my front and she begins to heal the cuts on my back, occasionally inflicting new ones and healing them soon after.

"Bellatrix, you don't like my hair like this do you?" I asked, looking at her over my shoulder, her hair spewed over her face as she leant over me to get at all the cuts. The pressure increases on my back as Bellatrix leans closer, her breath tickling my ear as her low voice sounded so close to my ear. "No, I don't like it. It being like that means I can't get a good grip, so I'll change it back"

I could feel her smirk against my ear before a sharp pain shoots through my ear, a wet feeling following and soothing the pain slightly. Of course Bellatrix bit me because of her sadistic ways, her wand now pressed forcefully against my skull, a electric shock connected with my head and the short hair slowly grew back into my normal untamed, long hair.

The dark witch's hand immediately yanked my head back causing a pained groan to escape, a cold cackle followed. "That's better, isn't it Muddy?" She questioned, stroking the hair.

I keep quiet and her attention turns to healing my back again, after a while, when she's done she coughs to get my attention, I look at her through my curtain of hair which I'm glad for since it's covering my eyes at the moment.

"Pants, I need to take them off to heal the rest." Bellatrix looks away, a little red covering her cheeks, but it has to be the light, Bellatrix Lestrange wouldn't blush. "Sure as long as it's just my jeans." I joke, knowing full well it was only my jeans she was talking about.

The dark-haired woman growled before yanking down my jeans to rest tightly around my ankles, her sharp wand trailing intricate patterns down my legs, stopping to heal any of the injuries along the way.

"Roll over." She comands, poking my side with the her wand and I roll onto my stomach. Her wand returns to trailing patterns down my legs, the magic buzzing on my skin as it passed.

"That's all, I think. That's all I'll being healing anyway." Bellatrix stated after a few minutes of her wand trailing my legs, still leaning over me with her wand in hand. "Ok, so.. can you get off me and you can lead me back to the dungeons?" I almost whisper, thinking she didn't hear when the weight on my back doesn't decrease.

"I saa.." I started but yelp when I feel a sharp pain in my neck and suddenly Bellatrix is pressed tight against my body, her leather corset digging into my back and sticking to the almost bare skin, her warm breath brushing against my ear. "Oh don't worry, I heard pet!" Bellatrix whispers huskily, her voice even lower then usual and it sends a shiver down my back.