Authors Note: I do not own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters. I can only take claim to the plot. Warning, rated M for mature for a reason. This may contain scenes of non consensual sex and torture.

CHAPTER TWO

11 July 2001

Hermione could hear a buzzing noise as she woke. Her vision blurry at first began to focus, the buzzing stopped. Bellatrix really did a number on her this time, she was livid at someone or something. Lucky for Hermione she was still of use as a trap so she got to live another day. No one outside of this manor knew she was caught.

Her fear subsided when the sound of heels came down the stairs, Bellatrix didn't click like that. Hermione looked up when the steps halted at her cell door. "Come," Narcissa demanded. Her blonde hair at such a contrast with the dark dungeon walls and shadows from the torches. She wore emerald green robes with black lace adorning the ends. Hermione slowly pushed herself up and followed the older woman.

They went up the dungeon steps, through the doorway, across the hall and through a second doorway to a small bathroom. Narcissa flicked her wand and the water in the standup shower started up. "Well, get in." She gestured to Hermione.

Hermione hesitantly undressed slowly and climbed under the warm spray. She gasped at the sudden sensation of the water hitting against her body. The water scolded at first, fresh blood flowed from her recent cuts. Narcissa quickly waved her wand and the water became a softer trickle. Hermione raised her face toward the water allowing it to run down her face. She tried to run her shaky fingers through her hair, the tangled mess was out for vengeance though. Mere seconds and her hand snagged.

"Miss. Granger, I know you have probably given up hope since our last conversation, but I have done it. I got in touch with the order." Narcissa whispered excitement gleaming in her eyes. Hermione couldn't help but drop down and let out a large sob. "Shh, they can't hear you. The diversion starts soon. It will draw out most of the death eaters. You will have a very short window so no questions, they come and tell you to go, you go."

Narcissa handed her a bar a soap to use. As Hermione washed the blood and dirt from her body Narcissa began to notice fresh cuts along her shoulder blades. She quickly averted her eyes when she noticed the freshly inscribed 'MUDBLOOD' on the poor girls forearm.

Hermione stepped out from the water and began drying off slowly. The pain from her fresh wounds stung as she tried to pat them dry. After fully drying Narcissa handed Hermione a clean robe before she began to dry her hair.

Once fully dress with dry hair Narcissa went to open the door when Hermione frantically grabbed her wrist. Startled she looked at the poor girl. Her eyes shone with fear, "How?" Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke.

"There are quite a few of us double agents. I reached out through my contacts. You will soon find out who they are. Now come let's get you back. I'm sure you noticed my sisters anger, the order is playing off of that. I am not sure how but they are going to lure out the death eaters. Thus giving me time to send message of their departure and the order sending in the evacuation team. That is when I need you to not hesitate." Narcissa explained as they walked back into the dungeons.

Hermione nodded her understanding and sat back on the cold floor of her cell. Narcissa took one last look at the now clean brown haired girl before turning around and exiting the dungeon. Hermione didn't catch the silent tear that ran down her cheek as she quickly left.

Three months ago was the only other time Hermione saw Narcissa Malfoy. After two months went by she thought is had all been a dream. Now she had confirmation it was real, she was going to be saved. Her emotions got the best of her and she began to cry.

She cried tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of hope and tears of fear. She cried until she had nothing left to cry. Her eyes were sore and the sobs had worn her out. Quickly she began falling asleep. Thoughts of Narcissa and her promise running through her mind.

12 April 2001

Three months of torture. Three months of the crazy bitch Bellatrix becoming more creative in torture. She decided to cut her with a large curved dagger, not just any dagger, a dagger with a cursed blade. The pain she experienced was worse than the cruciatus, the scars will never leave her body.

Three months of death eaters taking turns sexually abusing her. Three months of disgusting pathetic excuses of men smacking her around and taking her over and over. Three months of Dolohov kicking her, Yaxley smacking her and Greyback full out beating the bloody shit out of her.

When it wasn't torture or rape she was alone. Alone to sit on the cold, stone floor. The first month she cried most nights. By the second she became numb. By the third she started blacking out. She still dreamed once in a while, but dreams can be taken. She shut her mind so her secrets would be kept.

Hermione jumped as the door at the top of the stairs opened. She was mentally preparing herself for the torture and pain to come. She never knew when they would come back for more. "How bloody long has she been here Lucius?" A woman shrieked. Hermione didn't recognize the voice. A new person to torture her maybe?

"Three months. Greyback found her lurking around. He brought her here. Don't give me that look I just found out myself. You know the Dark Lord won't trust me with knowledge anymore." Hermione could only assume Lucius was the one talking at this point.

The footsteps became louder as the two figures came to her cell. Hermione looked up with defiance. Trying not to show the fear she felt. Two blonde figures stood in front of her. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They both had slight gaunt faces, probably the stress of evil living in your home. Narcissa in her ever so perfect deep plum robes looked at Hermione with pity. While Lucius in solid black seemed to look anywhere but at the girl in his dungeon.

"Oh dear. What have they done to you?" Hermione was shocked to hear emotion in her words. Hermione just stood there starring at them.

"Isn't it obvious?" Lucius snapped. His nerves were wearing knowing the consequences of being caught. "We have to go now. If they find us we will have to participate one way or another." He turned to leave.

"Help me." The small plea escaping Hermione before she could stop herself seemed to have shocked the two occupants on the outside of the cell. Hermione was quite shocked she was actually asking the parents of her childhood tormentor for help. Deep down Hermione knew this was her only chance.

"We will dear. I promise." The look Narcissa gave Hermione told her she was being genuine. Not trusting her voice Hermione gave a simple nod and watched as the two figures retreated back up the stairs.

Hermione didn't know when she would be saved, but for some reason she trusted what she heard. She knew they weren't lying to her or giving her false hope. As long as she could withstand the torture and not break she would see daylight again. She would see her baby again.

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