Hermione had been captured less than a month ago. She had been on the run from Voldemort since the battle of Hogwarts ended. She had become the #1 most wanted witch.

She had spent almost a year surviving off of sparse meals she got here and there and polyjuice potion. Each day she was a different person, stealing a hair or two from every muggle that passed her.

She had stumbled across a house a week before her capture. It had begun to rain and the house looked exceptionally empty. She knocked on the door to make sure and an elderly woman came to it. She made up a convincing lie about being on vacation with her boyfriend. He had broken up with her and left her outside in the rain. She said she needed to find a place to hole up for the night and the elderly woman agreed to let her stay for as long as she needed.

She was fed and clothed and kept for a few days before the day the elderly woman didn't come home from the grocery store. Hermione went out to find her and found a corpse instead. She fled back to the woman's home and where the men were waiting for her.

She had been disarmed and attacked. They tied her up, and then they had their way with her. They sedated her and when she fought back they petrified her and used other charms that kept her from fighting back physically.

Even when her body was disabled, her mind raged against her captures.

After two days of rape and humiliation, the dingy basement became her new home. She was barely fed and the only company she received were the men who took advantage of her disabled state.

They had planned to turn her in for a reward thinking she was just some muggle. Then her polyjuice potion wore off completely. She had found a way to sustain her false appearance longer by adding dragon talon to the mixture but never had it lasted for longer than a few days.

When they learned her true identity they sold her. She had heard them say they didn't want to be the one caught with her if Voldemort found out. They left her alone completely for days, and the first person she saw after her stint in solitude was the man they had sold her to.

He was of enormous stature, but he was too cruel to be a giant. He was one of the most despicable wizards she had met.

That night he had taken her to a place. It looked destroyed and abandoned from the outside, but the inside was sustainable. on her first night, he had taken her into a room with a red door. He bathed her and gave her salves and potions to end her pain and heal her scars.

He had fed her and brought her to better health than she has been before the war. Then he had raped her.

Hermione fought back and when he tried to force himself into her mouth she clamped her teeth down around him. He'd beaten her for it and kept her chained up in a room. Her hands were cuffed together and attached to the rafters in her stony cell. Her legs were chained together, even though her feet couldn't even reach the ground. She had been gagged and collared.

The collar prevented her from using any form of magic and the gag kept her from the cruel words she so constantly spat at him.

She was only allowed to leave the room to use the toilet once every day, and she was only allowed a meal once every two days. Other than those brief moments, she solely existed in her cell.

She was chained up and treated like an animal, and like any caged animal, she was enraged.

This is how Bellatrix found her. Nearly unconscious and hanging from the ceiling.

She approached the younger witch with excitement. She pressed her wand against her left forearm. Pressing the wood into the marred flesh. Mudblood was etched into the pale skin. Bellatrix smiled at the mark she'd left. She'd been punished for letting her escape that last time. But now there was no one to save her.

The hazy pain from the wand woke Hermione up. Her eyes adjusted to see Bellatrix standing in front of her gleaming. The gag in her mouth prevented her from spitting at her the way she wanted.

"Hello, little Mudblood," Bellatrix said, using a patronizing tone reserved for small children in most cases. "You're going to come with me now."

Hermione shook her head. She swung her body and shook her head. She whipped her body back and forth. Hermione prayed for a bolt to loosen or a cuff to shatter so she'd have a fighting chance. No one in the world hated Hermione more than the mentally insane woman before her. No pain would ever be greater than being trapped alone with her in a room.

She had never been more afraid than the night she was in her grasp at Malfoy Manor.

"Stop moving!" Bellatrix shouted. She aimed her wand at her and let the magic rip from it.

Hermione screamed around her gag. The Cruciatus curse felt like her skin was tearing bit by bit from her muscle. She swung violently trying to escape the spell.

Bellatrix laughed and clapped her hands. The pain was absolutely excruciating and watching Hermione suffer had been worth the treatment of the gruesome man who had accosted her only minutes ago.

Bellatrix stopped and ripped the gag from Hermione's mouth.

"I want to hear your screams." She whispered cruelly before shooting another curse at her. A single scream ripped through Hermione before she snapped her mouth shut. She wasn't going to let Bellatrix have the satisfaction. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, ignoring the blood the filled her mouth. Bellatrix cursed her again and again, but Hermione bit down all sound.

"Scream!" Bellatrix yelled out enraged. She shot another blast of searing pain into Hermione. Hermione couldn't help but scream and Bellatrix danced around her in triumph. Her bare breasts bounced as she leaped around Hermione's writhing body.

When Hermione was released the pain still tore through her, burning at her flesh. Her arms stung from supporting her body for so long, and her head pounded from the mind-numbing pain. She spat up blood in a horrific attempt to speak.

"This is fun, what a shame I can't keep you." Bellatrix crooned. She ran her fingers through Hermione's hair, tugging it sharply when she got towards the back. "Let's get ready to go shall we?"

Hermione's eyes widened to saucers. There could be only one other person worse than ıellatrix, and that was her master. She raged harder against the magical restraints and was thrown to the floor when cuffs split from each other, and she fell before her legs could even think to move. Her legs were weak and each time she moved jolting pain shocked her nervous system. Bellatrix relished watching the young witch stumble again and again trying to her knees. Once powerful was now under her mercy, and she never planned to apply mercy.

While Hermione fumbled, trying to get to her knees, Bellatrix sized up her body. She was a small girl, petite, but her body showed nothing of her former childhood. She was very much the woman now.

Her hips were wide and appeared wider compared to the narrowness of her waist. Her breasts still maintained a perky stance despite just recovering from malnourishment.

Bella's black heel pressed into the pale skin covering her bony back. She didn't have to press too hard before the little girl's face was ground into the stone floor. A tiny groan escaped Hermione's lips, her eyes shut tight as her body quivered in the effort to get up.

"Weak whore." Bellatrix cackled lifting her foot and slamming it back down onto Hermione's spine. She fell deftly to the floor. Bella knotted her sinewy hand through Hermione's matted hair. Pulling her head up sharply.

She spat into the bruised face before the air sizzled and cracked and they were gone.