Lucius Malfoy read out the paper laughing here and there. Making comments about the pathetic life Hermione Granger lead. Hermione lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Blood streaming out her nose and down her chin. Try as she could she couldn't hold back the tears, as they slipped silently down her dirt covered cheeks. Lucius moved over to Hermione and kicked her over with his foot. A hard kick here and there, then grabbing her by her hair and dragging her down the hall to his master.
Lord Voldemort sat in a thrown like chair in an elegantly decorated dungeon room. He watched hungrily as his loyal servant Malfoy Sr. dragged the girl into the room and dropping her at his feet. "The Mudblood, Hermione Granger, My Lord." Malfoy said with a bow.
"What do you know Mudblood?" Voldemort asked with a disgusted tone. When Hermione remained silent he rose his wand and uttered a curse. "Crucio."
Screams filled the room, and echoed down the hallway. "I... Don't... Know... Anything..." She cried out through her pain. Tears streaming down her cheeks and bones started to crack.
Voldemort let off the curse and wait for a response. "Tell me," he demanded, still no answer. "Crucio." More screams filled the room, blood curdling sickening screams. On it continued, till she was on the brink of death. With healing spells used to bring her back, only to be torched again. "You will tell me Mudblood." He looked to Malfoy and spoke, "See that the girl is in my chambers tonight. We'll try another approach."
Malfoy dragged Hermione down the hall to a dungeon cell. "There is no point keeping your secrets, the world believes you dead. No one will be looking for you. No one will rescue you."
That night Hermione was lead to a beautiful chamber and locked away inside. Her hands in shackles and the chain, chained to the bed. She sat quietly, trying to think of a way out. A way to get her freedom, without spilling her secrets.
The door to the room opens and in walks Lord Voldemort, with a flick of his wand Hermione stand's before him clean and naked. Her body curved in all the right places. "Well Mudblood you intrigue me. Most would have broken by now." Disrobing he stands before her and pushes her to the bed. Hermione kicks him earning her another jolt of pain. "Crucio."
Striped bear Hermione spent the night at Voldemort's mercy. Sore and weeping she was left in the bed chamber, only to have it continued the following night. On and on it went.
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