Draco Malfoy was frustrated and angry. It had been five days now. His father probably had her on the brink of death, just to hurt him. Draco didn't think he could hate himself anymore than in this moment right now. Everything his dad had ever done to him flashed in his head.

Draco was five and playing with a new toy his mother had brought for him. But his mother had told him to keep it hidden from his father. He had asked his house elf to keep look out for his dad while he played with it. Tibby came running into the room hitting herself with a lamp. "Sorry Master Draco, he ordered me!" She immediately flashed out of site. He heard his father into the room. "Where did you get this toy, you stupid boy!" "I found it, sir."His father hit him straight across the face. "Don't lie to me, boy!"He knew he couldn't tell his father what his mother did so he kept lying." "I am not lying, father." A punch was directed to his face and blood poured from his nose. "This is a MUGGLE toy."Draco was surprised, he now knew why his mother didn't want him to tell his father. "I did not know, sir."His father grabbed his toy, hit him one more time and left. That was when Draco learned that his father was not a good man.

Draco looked at Hermione's locket. Was she bleeding like he did that day. Would his father see that their blood looked that same? Where was he hiding her? The aurors has searched the manor, the shrieking shack, and a bunch of other places he didn't know of until they went into the meetings. The meetings were torture. They would sit there and listen on what they think is happening to her. Ransoms, that is what they thought he would use. No they were wrong. His father had enough money in the world, why would he need theirs? All the memories that Draco had buried were coming back to life. He couldn't sleep or eat. Where was she?

Oh Merlin! He remembered once how his father had taken him once for the worse beating of his life. He had to get a private healer to nurse him back to health to not raise suspensions. He started running to Dumbledore's office knowing that if she was there, she would be close to death because his father wasn't alone.

Hermione Granger knew that if she didn't get out soon she was going to die. She was cut, bruised, bloodied, tired, hungry, and hurt. At least she learned some new things this week, like how Bellatrix liked her toys. Her body was proof of that. She didn't want to admit it but she was losing hope.

She heard a commotion upstairs, great here he came. Hopefully it was just Lucius and not Bellatrix as well. Her head started to ache. What were they doing? It sounded like a war upstairs. The door opened and there he was. His head had a gash on his forehead and it gushed blood. Good, he deserved it. "Get up now, Mudblood." She looked at him like he was insane, and showed him her hands which were cuffed to the wall. He quickly moved forward and let her hands free. He skin was raw and red. He grabbed her quickly and started to move. Hermione who was in pain couldn't move as fast as he was and was punished while he still moved. He hit and punched her. She stumbled and fell. He was about to crucio her when she heard an angel's voice. "Don't you even dare, Malfoy." She looked into the eyes of the one and only Remus Lupin.