A/N: This is a really short one I'm sorry but I was focused on getting something out to you guys after the wait. This is as far as I've prewritten now so fortnightly updating is probably how it's going to be but without further ado I present Chapter 4...
After what seemed like hours later Bellatrix finally relented. Hermione lay sobbing on the floor yet still she resisted all of Bellatrix's attempts to get het to reveal where they got the sword from.
"Now, little girly. You will tell me where you got that sword. It was from my vault wasn't it? Don't make me have to ask again, little girly. Although… You know, I do like this dagger. I haven't had a chance to use it in a while but I think it would do just fine with you.", Bellatrix cooed whilst circling the curled up figure.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUM!", Bellatrix yelled, stopping Hermione's movements and sticking each of her limbs to the floor with a sticking charm. Bellatrix took her silver dagger to Granger's left arm and started to cut vicious lines into it. Sobbing and crying, Hermione lay motionless through the torture – the charms restraining her holding firm. Draco stood unable to talk, unable to watch yet also unable to look away. Suddenly, a creak sounded from above them. Dobby – their former House Elf – was sitting amidst the crystal chandelier slowly but surely loosening the bolt that holds it to the ceiling. The distraction allowed Potter and Weasley to somehow escape from the dungeons.
Bellatrix yelled, "As your master, I command you to stop whatever it is that you are doing!". This was accompanied by the continuous screech of the bolt against its fitting.
"Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf! Mistress Bellatrix commands Dobby no more.", squeaked Dobby, "Harry Potter will come with Dobby now."
As the chandelier fell, Dobby apparated firstly to Hermione leaving Bellatrix alone under it as it fell. Taking Hermione with him, he appeared between Harry and Ron, he grabbed both of their hands and apparated them all out to one of the Order safe houses.
Draco waited no longer before leaving, unable to bear the sight of his love's blood on his floor, and made his way to his wing of the Manor. Term could not begin quick enough for Draco.
