Author's note: You should be surprised I am that I have a story out this early. My husband's birthday was a success, but the dinner party was a bore. I was on this site reading some stories. I hope you enjoy the story and please don't forget to review and follow. :D!
The pain was unbearable. The feeling was of pure torture and anguish. How could anyone cause this much pain to an innocent human being? The pain was nothing like she had ever felt before. She could almost feel piercing hot knives slamming themselves into her skin, muscles, and even twisting in to her bones. She couldn't imagine some one ever going through this sensation without losing a little of themselves. Was this what the Longbottoms felt when they met their cruel fate?
Her muscles and bones felt like they were twisting against each other causing her muscles to tear. She could have sworn some of her muscles had disappeared from her body. She continued to convulse as Draco looked down in horror. His face tried to remain solid, but his eyes revealed his true feelings. He didn't want to be there. He didn't want to see the girl that tried so hard to change him get punished.
She tried to make him stand up against these types of situations and it never happened. He couldn't do it. He didn't want to suffer the consequences that she forced herself to deal with. How much longer would his aunt torture the woman? Draco knew Charlotte wasn't going to tell her anything. Once she was told to keep a secret, Charlotte kept it until the very end. Bellatrix smiled wickedly as she moved her wand so it was no longer pointing at the prisoner.
The pain suddenly stopped leaving the young witch panting on the ground. She moaned loudly in pain. Her sobs filled the large room causing it to echo a couple of times after the original noise. Small beads of sweat ran down her body causing her tears to become even saltier. Charlotte rolled on her stomach continuing to gasp and breathe for air. Charlotte couldn't explain it, but she started to crawl away from the deranged woman. Bellatrix continued to watch her with a smile. Her work of art seemed to now be groveling on the floor. She took a few steps following the auror for a bit.
"Where do you think you are going? No one here is going to protect you," she taunted and grabbed Charlotte's right foot. She slowly hoisted it higher up in to the air up to her waist. Bellatrix laughed and slowly dragged her back, so she was once again in front of Draco.
"Stop," she begged trying to move her leg to be back in her control. Bellatrix twisted her ankle roughly and she screamed once more. The ankle started to pound as she shook her head in pain. Charlotte had tears in her eyes as she looked at Draco. His beautiful grey eyes showed his emotions. His eyes were watery, yet his face tried to show a natural born death eater.
Her leg was forced down on the ground causing a loud thud to sound threw out the whole room. Charlotte slowly moved her leg and stopped thinking she would run into the locket. She didn't want Bellatrix to be reminded of the precious metal. The only life line she once had when she faced problems in life. When she told her parents that she wasn't a death eater, when she was first attacked by the people she used to call friends, and the time she went into hiding by herself. The locket always laid itself over her heart as if to remind her of the time she oncehad with Draco.
Charlotte gave a puzzled look. Where could the locket have gone? She didn't remember seeing Bellatrix grab the locket. Although, with how she was thrashing around, the elder witch could have picked it up. A light suddenly flashed in her eyes causing her to groan and close them. She groaned and slowly peered at the white haired teenager once more. A silver chain barely hung out of his pant's pocket. She smiled some knowing he must have picked it up once she was slowly crawling away.
"What are you smiling at? Don't you dare look at my darling nephew! He is not scum like you. We don't appreciate blood traitors," she screamed at her and Charlotte immediately looked at her. Charlotte wondered if Draco had ever told his parents about them. Was Draco going to get punished for her? The thought alone made her sick.
"Draco, come here darling," his mother cooed and Draco slowly walked over to his mother. He walked to her and she opened her arms wide taking him in a warm embrace. He slowly turned around and looked at his love. Charlotte wished she could have looked at him a little while longer. Bellatrix smiled and kneeled down staring at Charlotte. She grabbed her cheek roughly causing her to look at her. Bellatrix stared in her eyes as if trying to fish for information through her eyes. She tried to move from her grasp and Bellatrix slapped her across the face.
"You dare try to escape me? You filthy blood traitor!" the crazy woman's voice echoed throughout the whole house. She whimpered and shook her head as Bellatrix suddenly smiled coming up with a wicked idea. Bellatrix moved her dress around and suddenly appeared with her wand.
"Remember when you owned one of these? A pity that it is now going to be used against you," she shrugged and started to play with her wand. Charlotte gulped trying to keep down her anger. Her wand was still in her safe house lying useless on the floor. She still wondered how exactly they knew were she was. She never did anything to attract attention to herself.
She placed her wand between her fingers and smiled wider. Bright, crooked, and yellow teeth were shown to the witch on the floor. Charlotte remained on the ground slowly watching the woman's every move. Not knowing when she would finally be free from this torture. The wicked witch laughed and looked at her and then a column that hoisted the ceiling way up high.
Charlotte held her breath and waited to see what her next plan would be. She seemed to really be interested in the marble column. Bellatrix slowly walked towards the column and placed a hand against the cool marble. She tapped the marble with her wand a couple of times and nodded. A wicked sneer suddenly appeared and she turned around.
"I think I am going to give you a history lesson. My ancestors went through this and I am sure your ancestors did as well," Bellatrix smiled and suddenly pointed her wand at Charlotte. Her body tensed up wondering what was going to happen and suddenly became hoisted up in the air. Five feet or so separated her from the ground. The body was weak and Charlotte gave very little fight.
"I just want to make sure that you listen to my history lesson. I fear they didn't teach the students properly at Hogwarts. Quite a shame really. This could have saved you from a lot of pain and your family a lot of embarrassment," Bellatrix tried to ease the woman from being too scared. There was nothing she could do. She was going to die by her hands pretty soon and she knew it. A swift flick of the wand sent the girl crashing to the marble column. Her head hit against the marble causing a whiplash. Before she could register what happened, long brown ropes suddenly wrapped around her body. She screamed in fear and then all form of movement stopped.
The ropes bounded her to the column. A rope was around her mouth to serve as a gag so she couldn't speak . . . or scream. The rope wrapped around her neck and down to her chest. Her arms were forced apart revealing the insides of her arms. The ropes passed over her stomach and bound her legs and feet. Her feet could no longer touch the cold ground. She looked at her wondering what she was going to do to her.
"Now on to that history lesson," the death eater smiled and cleared her throat.
"Our people have always been . . . punished by the filthy muggles for being different. The worse time was during the dark ages. Many of my ancestors were branded when they were lucky enough to not be burned at the stake. Or maybe it was unlucky? Would you like to know what they were branded with?" she asked leaning towards the tied up girl. Charlotte didn't know where she was going with this, but knew it could not be good for her. What was she going to brand her with?
"They were branded with W for witch or wizard. Now we weren't the only people that would get branded of course. The gypsies would get a V since they were vagabonds. Brawlers would get a F for fighter. Now a slave that would run away would get an S on their little cheek," she smiled caressing Charlotte's face before slapping it causing her skin to burn softly. Charlotte moved suddenly feeling uncomfortable. What was she going to brand her with and with what letter?
"Prisoners back then had no rights, like in your current situation my dear," she smiled and Charlotte's stomach suddenly started to get heavy causing her to feel sick.
"Now, what I never understood is why didn't they use the whole word on the gypsies and slaves? They could have easily used a hot poker to just write out what they had done wrong. They were merely criminals and nothing else. It isn't like any one would honestly care if their skin were to become infected," Bellatrix shrugged and looked away as if deep in thought. Charlotte noticed her breaths were becoming shorter as she waited for her story to end.
Please don't let your story end . . .
"Now, we come back to this century, hundreds of years later from the time the savages roamed freely around the Earth. Now here we are and I wonder if we practice the same things," she smiled and Charlotte could see the Death Eater's mark on her forearm. The prisoner gulped, she was about to see what the woman had in store for her.
Bellatrix walked around the room as if in search for something. Green eyes followed the woman around the room. She wanted to make sure she could see where the deranged woman was heading. The woman started to curse as she looked for the object. Charlotte sighed and stopped when the woman opened a drawer and grabbed a dagger.
Bellatrix hoisted the dagger high and smiled at her reflection in the blade. She slowly started to walk towards her and Charlotte started to struggle with her binds.
"That won't do any good for you except anger me," she warned the young witch as she suddenly appeared in front of her. The knife was sharp and the hilt was black and green to show the Slytherin colors with pride. She grabbed the hilt and placed the blade against the tied up woman's face. Charlotte gulped and Bellatrix smiled liking her scared reaction.
"You will find out that life isn't so easy for such a pretty . . . little . . . girl," she smiled and slid the knife away from her body. A menacing look suddenly appeared on her face and she grabbed the knife causing a small cut in her upper fore arm close to her elbow. The woman laughed as Charlotte yelped not being aware of what she was going to write on her arm. She knew her actions had been no accident.
"And I think being branded a traitor would definitely fit," she smiled and suddenly the letters started to appear on her arm. Charlotte screamed in pain as the woman continued to make work on her arm. Tears poured down her cheeks as she tried to move once more. Bellatrix laughed loudly as Draco's face contorted to show his sadness. He suddenly pushed away from his mother and left the room. A sob was thought to be heard when he left.
"A traitor is what you are and a traitor is what you forever will be known to be!" she screamed over the woman's screams and cries. Too much had happened to Charlotte in one day. Charlotte slowly saw darkness starting to cloud her vision. She wasn't going to be awake much longer.
"Passing out already? How weak! Wormtail, toss her in the dungeon!" Bellatrix ordered and continued to watch Charlotte slip into a coma. The ropes suddenly disappeared causing Charlotte to fall on the floor. Wormtail squeaked and walked to the woman slowly hoisting her above his shoulder. Charlotte would be going on to join Mr. Ollivander inside the jail.
Wormtail walked down the stairs and muttered a spell for the door to open. Mr. Ollivander was already passed out in the jail. The male death eater walked to the side of the dungeon and dropped Charlotte's body on the bench without much care. He walked back to the door not even giving a second glance and closed the door.