A/N: This chapter has torture. Much like the Malfoy Manor chapter in Deathly Hallows, except it is taken from Hermione's point of view rather than Harry's stuck in the dungeon. It is dark. It is detailed. It can be icky for some people. Much love :)

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Into the Black

Chapter 1: Malfoy Manor

Hermione was terrified.

They were exhausted and somewhat delirious due to their lack of nutrition for such an extended period of time. They'd slipped up. Forgotten that the name Voldemort was taboo. Snatchers were popping up outside the tent. They had nowhere to go, anti-apparition wards had been put in place as soon as the snatchers had all arrived.

Hermione hit Harry with a stinging hex to his face, and glamoured his hair to be longer. Less Potter trademark, less recognizable. Ron got a beard to his face to hide his Weasley freckles. Hermione glamoured her hair dirty blonde instead of her natural brown and changed the shape of her nose. She hoped it'd be enough to hide them in plain sight.

Greyback sauntered into their tent, followed by other snatchers. They were outnumbered. He smirked at his captives and ordered his colleagues to bring them to headquarters.

They were bound together and brought to Malfoy Manor, the Dark Lord's headquarters. It was Easter break. Draco was there. He was asked to identify who they were, just to be sure, as they appeared to be his age. Easy for him considering he'd been around them ten months out of the year since they were eleven. He knew exactly who they were. Hermione knew it. He hesitated, said he wasn't sure.

Then Bellatrix Lestrange walked in.

Fuck.

She quickly noticed the sword of Gryffindor, stunned the other snatchers and forced Greyback to his knees, held him at wand-point demanding to know where he got the sword.

"In the tent," he groaned. "We found it in their tent when we captured them."

The Malfoys were watching from a distance, afraid to get in the way of Bellatrix. Or maybe afraid of Greyback, Hermione couldn't be sure.

Bellatrix ordered the prisoners to be split up. "Leave the mudblood, we're going to be talking…girl to girl," she sneered.

Harry and Ron snapped. Harry was screaming obscenities at Bellatrix, trying to get her to choose him instead. Ron was begging for her to be spared.

Hermione heard the dungeon gate clamp shut. She stood alone staring at her interrogator.

Bellatrix smirked. "Crucio!" she shrieked.

Hermione dropped to the floor. Muscles contracting. Blood burning. Throat tearing as she screamed.

"Hermione!" Ron screamed from the dungeons below.

Narcissa looked at Hermione withering around on the floor. Shocked expression on her face.

"Where did you get the sword?" Bellatrix screamed. Her back to Narcissa.

"We found it…we just found it I swear!" Hermione pleaded.

"Liar! This was in my vault. What else did you take?" She bellowed.

"Nothing…we haven't been in your vault…we just found it for protection," cried Hermione. Narcissa slowly removed her wand from her sleeve. Her eyes on her sister.

"You lie, mudblood filth. Crucio!" Snarled Bellatrix.

Hermione twitched and convulsed on the floor. Choking sounds coming from her throat. Her wrists twisted in, her fists clenched. Her nails were cutting into the palms of her hands. Blood.

Narcissa had her wand in her hand, her husband watching the mudblood thrash around on the floor of their home. Her son pale, looking faint as his classmate was tortured in front of him.

"You lie!" Screamed Bellatrix. "You're full of lies," she climbed on top of Hermione. Her wand pointed at her face, looking her dead in the eyes. The deranged witch flicked her wand over Hermione's head. She could feel the trickle of her glamours being removed. Bellatrix flicked and flicked. Removing glamour after glamour. Her head was building up pressure. More and more pressure as Bellatrix flicked and flicked. She didn't understand. What was taking so long? How difficult was it to remove her glamours?

"Who are you?" Bellatrix muttered, suddenly curious. Like a child opening her presents on Christmas Day. She gasped. Jumped back onto her feet.

"Is this a sick joke? Are you tricking me?" She screamed.

"CRUCIO"

Hermione screamed. Throat ripping. Back arching. Bladder emptying. Never ending.

Suddenly it stopped. Bellatrix was unconscious on the floor. Narcissa standing behind her with her wand raised. Both Lucius and Draco were unconscious, toppled on the ground. Greyback was on his back, unmoving.

Narcissa grabbed Hermione's hand, stuck her scarf into it and muttered "portus." Hermione barely conscious.

She landed on her back with a thud. Heard quickened steps coming closer to her.

"Shit," the unknown male voice said.

Then darkness.