A/N Continuing from the last chapter and all of the characters in Harry Potter are property of J.
Bellatrix was by her side and digging sharp nails into her shoulders before the dark lord called her back, Hermione observed the surroundings and figured it might be best if she left now, the locket had been corrupting her and now it was gone she felt better...
Hermione turned to leave the deatheaters and their lord to plan on how to destroy Harry but a sharp pain in her side made her stop and she realised Bellatrix had stabbed a knife into her hip, the crimson liquid dripping to the floor to join the rest of the blood pooled there, her legs buckled slightly and she struggled to stay stood up. "Not so fast Muddy." Bellatrix sing-songed.
Bellatrix was by her other side supporting her with a wicked smile spread across her face, Hermione looked up at her and croaked a few sentences before becoming numb in the other witches grip. "My blood is crimson, just like yours. There's no difference in it there, it's not muddy, just fucking look!" Bellatrix smirked and laughed.
"Just because it looks the same doesn't mean it's not different, you filthy mudblood! Make no mistake in thinking you are at the same level as us, you are filth and so is you blood." The dark witch hissed at the brunette who flinched at the action.
The dark witch looked to her master who nodded and she dragged the brunette out of the drawing room and into one of the empty rooms nearby. Nagini followed them into the room and lay on the bed Bellatrix had placed Hermione down on and the brunette resumed the petting of the snake from earlier but it opened it mouth for Bellatrix and she pulled out the locket and examined it closely.
In that moment Hermione realised what she was going to do and tried to push the older witch away from her, this time she wanted to keep her last remaining piece of sanity and the locket would take it away if it went around her neck again.
"No, Bellatrix.. you don't understand what's it's like, keep it away from me.. I can't, not again." Hermione pleaded with the other witch. "Please don't let them do it, I can't stand it anymore." Hermione cried out to the snake who just gazed at her with what looked like sympathy but turned the other way as she moved her hand and was desperately struggling with the suprisingly strong witch.
"No, myself and the dark lord decided we liked you as you were, go back to that emotionless mudblood. The one that just killed four people with no remorse. The one who could be on our side." Bellatrix tried to convince Hermione by acting innocent but Hermione still refused until she ran out of energy from the amount blood she was losing, she was feeling faint and the darkness claimed her once again as she clawed to stay in the light but she lost the battle, slumping unconscious on the bed.
The dark-haired witch swiftly hung the locket back around the unconscious girl's pale, bloody neck. "So very bloody for sure. Something other than this locket had to have affected you for you to come to us by choice, since it's obvious you used the imperius curse on them. And you used not just one but all of the unforgivable curses in one day Granger but why? Are you trying to prove something?" Bellatrix muttered as the red surrounding her on the bed, increased in diameter and shade.
Bellatrix sighed removing the hoodie and throwing it to the side before pulling up the now torn and bloodied shirt, carefully removing the knife she always kept with her for many different reasons this being one of them.
The wound bleed more now that the knife wasn't there and the bed covers were soaked in the warm, crimson liquid along with the dark witches hands as she tried to put pressure on the wound and heal her at the same time.
After a few muttered spells with her temporary wand, the wounds were closed up. It was all such a strange sight, the girl looked peaceful except from her face as she was covered in blood and the normally pyschotic witch looked almost sane and kind while sitting near the unconscious girl.
The elder said a few more incantations and the covers were clear of blood and the younger witch's body was wrapped in chains, binding her to the bed, even if she was injured and had the locket she would still be prisoner just not in dungeon, yet.
Bellatrix soon stood up to leave but haulted looking closer at the girl than she had before, now noticing she had left the word 'Mudblood' carved into her skin, only now more words were carved next to it and it spelt out a sentence, it now announced 'Mudbloods are people too' It had turned the derogatory word into a statement that was quite the opposite.
The dark witch had noticed that girl had been covered in all matter of scars, wondering where she got them all from since most clearly weren't inflicted by magic, maybe by that device she had used on that filthy mutt before, she wondered even more what that was but One: She hadn't the faintest idea how to use it, Two: It was probably a filthy muggle thing if she hadn't seen one before, a cool muggle thing at that but Bellatrix would never admit that out loud. And Three: Why use that device when magic was much more convenient?
Speaking of which, where was that thing, she had to take it so that the mudblood couldn't use it against her or anyone else in the manor, even her lowlife husband and Lucius, who are both just a useless as each other.
She had turned to leave the girl alone but now she wanted to find the weapon, she quickly grasped the blood soaked material of the girl's hoodie, or filthy muggle clothing to the pureblood, rummaging her boney hand through the pockets.
She didn't find anything that peaked her attention immediately, just a crushed packet of cigarettes, a bloodied knife which the dark witch couldn't imagine the witch using even with the early events, a folded up silver and green baseball cap, a scrap of paper with the bold words 'Robert Lawrence' the slightly browned paper didn't peak any interest until she unfolded the last part and read the word 'Terminated' it looked like it was written in blood and look scribbled and unruly but the last thing she pulled out interested her the most, it was the thing the girl had used to kill Greyback, how she didn't know but she wanted to find out.
The black object was heavier then she thought it would be and seem cold to the touch, so she guessed it was made from metal, little latches along the gun, she assumed did different things and it looked confusing with the amount of them.
The object felt rough in places but smooth in other and had a few holes on its front and writing engraved along its sides, she could just feel what the writing said if she concentrated hard enough a huge G wrapped around the word LOCK so it spelt out the word 'Glock' which meant nothing to her, moving her fingers down the object revealed more engraving '17C' followed by the word 'Austria' she was sure that was a country and not just a random word like the rest, the last part confused her the most, it was like unsolved mathematics to her as it read '9×19'.
This thing was more confusing then she thought it would be so the dark witch walked back to the drawing room, still examining the piece she had found, some of the others at table glancing at her like she was mad, well technically she was but it wasn't for touching muggle-made objects.
"What is it that your so interested in Bellatrix?" The dark lord's voice sounded and she snapped her attention to him as she sat in her usual place. "This! It's the thing that Granger used to take down Greyback. I can't seemed to understand it though, my lord" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"Hmm we'll check it out properly once the important information for tonights meeting is wrapped up." He announced and the meeting continued as the dark lord muttered on about information he had already told them in the last meeting and how he was sure he would find the potter boy soon.
After about an hour or so, Voldemort looked to Bellatrix again and held out his hand for her to place the object, she did so without hesitation and he now nimbly spun it around in his boney fingers, examining every feature of it before tapping it lightly with his wand, nothing happened and everyone looked confused.
"It's certainly intriguing Bellatrix!" The dark lord had unexpectedly spoke about the muggle weapon, which they would normally take no notice of, it was passed around the table and each of the deatheaters examined it before trying to figure it out, all eventually failing and passing it to the next person until it landed in Bellatrix's hands again. "Nobody could figure it out?" She mumbled as she stared at the object in deep thought.
"You wouldn't be able to, it's muggle-made. Far to filthy for purebloods to be handling" A sarcastic voice sounded from the door Bellatrix had dragged Hermione through into the hall before into the vaccant bedroom.
Immediately the dark witches eyes shot to the figure in the doorway, it was Hermione and she was wearing a smug smirk on her face, her clothes still the same and covered in blood except for the addition of a short black leather jacket and numerous belts on her waist and legs. "How.. How did you get out? I chained you to the bed!" Bellatrix shrieked as she glared at the girl who had now advanced from the door and was standing near the table, close enough to hear them properly but far enough to not be in the witch's immediate vicinity.
"I have my ways, one doesn't have to share everything, then where would I get the air of mystery I have now." Hermione replied to Bellatrix casually as if she wasn't in a room where at least 50 deatheaters could murder her right there and as if she were an old acquaintance with the witch who had tortured her, but she supposed in way they were at least acquainted with each other.
"What the fuck does all of this writing even mean Mudblood?" Bellatrix seethed at the brunette's answer to her early question, said brunette smiling before answering. "Well 'Glock' is the type of gun it is, as in its model, the '17C' is the model of Glock it is. 'Austria' is a country which I assume you know, that's where the the gun manufactured and the '9×19' isn't an equation if that's what you where thinking, it's the bullet caliber in the gun, like the type of bullet. Happy?"
"And what the hell is a gun and bullet?" Bellatrix growled at her, Hermione just gave the witch a dissaproving look, she nearly facepalmed but didn't think the witch would let her do that without jumping over the table and either A: Killing her, B: Torturing her or C: Both of the above.
"Well a gun is what that thing is.." Hermione paused pointing to the gun in hand as if trying to teach a group of toddlers a new word because that's basically what she was doing only the toddlers were a bunch of murderous deatheaters. ".. And bullets are what is shot from the gun through those holes at the front. The thing that went through Greyback and killed him, I would show you but you have the gun and they're inside of it.. for now." Hermione continued and Bellatrix's face seemed to contort into what could only be described as pure rage but it didn't phase the girl anymore.
"Are you trying to imply we're stupid by talking that? And was a threat Mudblood?" She scowled at the taller girl as she stood straight with the air of a pureblood 'how dare she' was all Bellatrix could think about it. "No, I was simply explaining the term like you asked.. And no, it wasn't a threat it's just that bullets don't stay in guns forever Madam Lestrange. It is us that decide when they will be used though." The brunette spoke calmly, ignoring the degrading name the pureblood had called her.
The pureblood looked about ready to pop a vein, glaring at the muggle-born as she stood just out of reach. "Miss Granger, Why are you here? And how?" Voldemort asked the girl, who replied the same as she had with the dark witch. "Like I said to Madam Lestrange, I have my ways and one doesn't have to share everything, I would like to keep the air of mystery I have for now."
"Very well." Was his short answer before Hermione had the gun pointed at her face, Bellatrix on the other end, her face twisted with fury as she aimed the muggle weapon at its owner. "Wouldn't you care to inform us Mudblood?" She more ordered then asked and Hermione tried to keep a stoic face but laughed, not a manic laugh like Bellatrix but like how you would laugh at something funny.
The rest looked at her like she was suicidal, basically it was suicidal to piss about with the pyschotic witch but Hermione couldn't help it. "What's so fun? I'm pointing your own weapon at you and threatening to pull the trigger!" Bellatrix stated.
"Let me see.. You don't know how to use a gun so it's kinda useless in your hands and I'm not scared you anymore. I don't feared death so even if you did know how to work it, I wouldn't care. Plus it's my gun after all, I know all of its tricks and you don't have a clue, Bellatrix!" Hermione smirked, her gaze on Bellatrix's face which began to soften and she wore a manic smile instead of a mask of rage.
A few clicks signalled the dark witch had figured out how to at least arm the gun, Hermione's head still her target. "Well done you figured it out, go ahead try it out, I know you would love to.. A new killing toy for you." The brunette concluded sounding bored, it was clear that her body language gave it away as she checked her wristwatch as if counting the time for something.
"You're not afraid at all?" The dark lord was the one to ask this and the brunette shook her head in response, the boney finger resting on the trigger tightened and the dark lord nodded that it was Bellatrix's decision to make, the force on the trigger increased and the gun clicked with a little 'bang' but still the brunette seemed chilled out, no new injuries were on her body just a small amount of white powder covered her clothes which she quickly brushed off.
"You done? One bullet was real, the rest decoy bullets. Nice try though Bellatrix." The girl smirked, as the deatheater's face turned to rage again and the gun clicked numerous times until its clip was empty before it was dropped, her hands reaching for the younger witch's throat, a click haulting her midway there.
"This however is fully loaded with real bullets Bellatrix!" Hermione grinned pyschotically and Bellatrix had to admit this even scared her. The girl's knuckles pressed into her ribcage as did the gun, a series of other clicks sounded and black eyes looked down as if pleading into darkened brown eyes, they looked almost black as well, Bellatrix seemed to be pleading for Hermione to stop but she would never say it out loud, especially not to a Mudblood in front of her precious master.
She looked at Narcissa out of the corner of her eye, shock and disbelief clear in the normally icy expression, Draco held the same look and Lucius was averting his eyes from the situation. The dark lord stared back at her as if daring her to do it, the gun pressed further into Bellatrix's ribcage and her breath started to hitch, her legs trembling slightly but Hermione was sure she was the only one close enough to notice it, sweat was forming on her brow and her face still held up the stoic facade but her eyes now reflected sadness and fear, as well as a understanding as if she understood she was going to die and accepted it but she could also pick up a hint of respect, maybe for the muggle-born sticking up to her since no one else dared to.
"You're fine. How would killing you benefit me? It would only make things troublesome!" Hermione smiled kindly before pulling the gun away and securing it back into its place in one of the holsters, breathing returned to normally and the atmosphere was less tense now.
A/N So normal Hermione shows her face a little but dark!Hermione is much better ^^ and she can be with Bellatrix easier that way.
