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And so the lessons begin.
The resemblance between the woman and her mistress was astonishing. The only differences were that the woman had blonde hair and blue eyes to Bellatrix's black.
"Mudblood," Hermione's gaze snapped to her mistress and she smiled brightly. "This is my sister. You may call her Miss Narcissa or Mrs. Malfoy."
"Mrs. Malfoy?" Hermione suddenly fell to her knees, clutching her head with a pained scream. Both Bellatrix and Narcissa leaped into her head to find that memories of Narcissa were fighting their way to the front of the thought process. Just as they were about to hit the boundary line of comprehension, a wall blocked them and pushed them back. Bellatrix pulled out of the girl's head and she and Narcissa exchanged glances of surprise.
"She's very good at compartmentalizing." the Dark Witch commented.
"Very good indeed, Bella. Teaching her is going to be quite a treat."
"What shall we teach her first, Cissy?"
"Perhaps some proper etiquette. She did not kneel to me when she entered."
"I'm thinking that she should only kneel to a select few so that the men don't get too cocky."
"Who do you have in mind?"
"Well, myself, obviously, since I own her. You, naturally, because you're a dear relative of her mistress."
"What about the Dark Lord?"
"Only if she is ever fortunate enough to be in his presence."
"Any of the other Death Eaters?"
"None aside from Severus, since he's second in command."
"Aright, now that that's sorted out, what about her duties as a Mudblood?"
"Cleaning, sex, serving food, carrying out errands-."
"How can she do that without being seen?" Narcissa demanded. "If she's spotted, someone will tell Potter and-."
"Not outside the gates." Bellatrix hissed. "Just around the Manor. You know, delivering notices, tending the garden, organizing the books in the library." Narcissa nodded and they glanced at the younger witch. Hermione was staring around in wonder at all of the different paintings on the walls.
"Mudblood."
Hermione's head snapped in their direction and her eyes immediately honed onto Bellatrix's form. Narcissa raised an eyebrow as Hermione scampered forward. "Yes Mistress Bellatrix?"
"Sit on the floor so we can get started." Hermione's legs folded and she sat where she was, looking up at Bellatrix intently. "First, we will start by explaining a few things. You are a Muggleborn witch, commonly known as a Mudblood, which is why I call you that."
Hermione's face fell and her eyes coated with tears. "So it's not my name, it's just a class status?"
Narcissa and Bellatrix shared lost looks and hesitantly nodded. Hermione sniffed unhappily and a few tears made their way down her cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" Narcissa demanded.
Hermione's watery brown eyes lifted and connected to her suddenly uncertain own and the younger witch murmured, "I just want to know who I am."
Bellatrix sighed and knelt next to her, lifting her hand. Hermione's breath caught and her eyes went wide as she cowered away, covering her face fearfully. She was surprised when Bellatrix drew her hand down her cheek. "Who you are is irrelevant now, pet. I own you. It does not matter what your name is. Look at your arm."
Hermione stared up at her before looking down at the arm her mistress was stroking. She gasped at the mark on her arm, clearly reading 'Mudblood'. "So I belong to you and no one else?" Bellatrix nodded. Hermione grinned and sat up straighter, looking at the Dark Witch expectantly. "Then I am ready to continue my lesson, Mistress Bellatrix."
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and stood as Narcissa continued. "We are purebloods. We come from the Black family." Hermione grimaced as a flashback came to her of a house elf preaching about the Noble House of Black.
"You're remembering?" Narcissa inquired.
"Yes. An elf... in an old dirty house. He said something about the 'Most Noble and Ancient House of Black'. Then a man with shoulder-length black hair kicked him. Poor elf. That must be an evil man." Hermione's eyes darkened in anger.
"Mudblood, the elves don't mind that we do that to them, but you are right; that is an evil man." Bellatrix turned to Narcissa. "Order headquarters must be Grimmauld Place."
"Cousin Sirius?"
Bellatrix nodded. "Alright then, Mudblood. Purebloods-."
"Only marry other purebloods unless they are disowned, which indicates that they did something to taint the family name. Muggles call it inbreeding and most Mudbloods and halfbloods compare it to the rednecks in the Eastern United States."
Bellatrix was slightly impressed. "Very good, Mudblood. What pureblood families do you know?"
"Black, Malfoy, Dolohov-." Hermione suddenly screamed out in fear and pain.
Narcissa jumped into her head and saw Dolohov raping Hermione, pulling out hair and scratching bloody trails along pale skin. "Antonin's rape." the blonde whispered to her sister.
Bellatrix suppressed a snarl and lifted Hermione from the floor. The younger witch clung to Bellatrix, shaking and sobbing. Narcissa saw uncertainty flash across her sister's face and wondered what the problem could be. She surveyed the two for a moment and realized the problem. Hermione was clinging to Bellatrix like a child would and Bellatrix didn't know whether to solve this by acting like a mother or an owner. Catching her sister's eye, Narcissa softened her gaze to signal that she should act like a mother. Bellatrix looked to panic for a moment before taking a breath and rubbing circles in Hermione's back. The lighter brunette slowly calmed and climbed down from Bellatrix's arms, looking up at her with red eyes.
"M-men are h-hurtful." she sniffed.
"Yes, they are, dearie. Shall we continue?" Hermione nodded hesitantly and Bellatrix took up the lesson. "Narcissa and I work for the most powerful wizard in the world. The Dark Lord."
Hermione cocked her had. "Is he... is he bad? I... I remember that he wanted to kill Mudbloods, people like me."
"He won't kill you, Pet. And he isn't a bad man, just... a revolutionary one."
Hermione nodded and Bellatrix continued. "I am a Death Eater, the Dark Lord's second in command. We call ourselves Death Eaters because we face it every day and still escape. Narcissa is not a Death Eater. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded eagerly and Narcissa stepped forward. "Do you know the Order of the Phoenix?"
Hermione's face twisted slightly before her eyes brightened. "It's led by Professor Dumbledore, right?"
"Good girl." Bellatrix nodded. "The Order wants to stop the Dark Lord from cleansing the world of filth. They want to kill him. And they're going to use Halfblood Potter to do it."
"Halfblood Potter?" Hermione inquired.
"His name is Harry, but because he's a halfblood..."
Hermione nodded again in understanding. "How could Halfblood Potter kill the most powerful wizard in the world?" Hermione fought away the incoming memories, unwilling to feel the pain again.
"He can't, Dumbeldore just believes he can." Bellatrix sneered.
"Alright Mudblood," Narcissa sighed. "Since house elves do most of the cleaning already, you will only clean Bella's quarters."
"I will show you where they are when your lesson is finished."
"You will also tend the gardens. Are you more or less adequate at wandless magic?" Hermione looked up at the ceiling before nodding. "Good. Using the auguamenti charm, you will water the garden and we will give you scissors to cut weeds. Clear?"
"Yes Miss Narcissa." Hermione agreed.
Just then, Bellatrix stiffened and took Hermione's arm. "Come along, Mudblood, Let's get you back to your chamber."
Hermione pouted as she followed Bellatrix back to the cellar. Bellatrix cast a Scourgify to clean the room and remove the stench. Hermione looked at the room before hugging the Dark Witch goodbye.
Bellatrix hid a smile as she shut the door and hurried up to the drawing room to join the Dark Lord.
"Ah, Bella, nice of you to join us. May I ask what kept you?"
"I was with the Mudblood again, My Lord." Bellatrix responded, taking her seat next to him. Nagini slithered to her and Bellatrix stroked the boa lovingly.
"Have you gotten information from her?"
"So far, the only information I've gotten was that Order Headquarters is at Grimmauld Place. My blood traitor cousin let them in."
Voldemort nodded and stared at the ceiling. "Eight months and even your best torture methods didn't work on her."
"She is very strong for a Mudblood, My Lord."
"Oh, but it wasn't just you, Bella. Each Death Eater had a chance to get information and all failed to do so. She isn't just strong; somehow, her mind is near invincible to normal torture methods."
Bellatrix thought on how the Mudblood's mind had blocked off so much of her past and she had to agree with her Lord on that point. The girl's mind was even stronger than the magic she possessed. "Perhaps, My Lord, I can get her to crack with a bit more time. I have a new plan."
"Oh?" The Dark Lord glanced to her, his crimson eyes boring into hers. Bellatrix opened her mind to him so that he could see what she was thinking. She showed him how she broke the girl and what she and Narcissa planned to do with her. "Very interesting indeed. Alright then, Bella. I want to see her in two days' time. Understood?"
Bellatrix gave a twisted smile and a head nod. "Yes My Lord."
"NO!"
Luna rushed to her friend's aid as the entire Great Hall watched Ginny Weasley writhe on the floor. "Ginny, what's wrong?"
Ginny shook her head, unable to speak through the pain shooting through her chest. Professor McGonagall swept down with Professor Snape. Both teachers watched as Ginny twisted and wriggled, clutching her chest as tears poured from her eyes.
"Severus, what do you think it could be?"
"I'm not sure, Minerva." Snape replied, kneeling to try and calm the poor redhead, but the pain was too great to stay still. "Something's wrong with her emotional state."
"Would a Calming Drought do?"
"No. The feeling is too intense. A Calming Drought may end up making it worse."
McGonagall turned to the petrified Luna and wondered why the girl also wasn't crying. Any other person would be crying and begging the teachers to do something to save their lover. Why was Luna simply frightened?
"Miss Lovegood. Please escort Miss Weasley to the Hospital Wing."
The blonde glanced up at her teacher and McGonagall nodded. Luna gently but swiftly lifted her friend and carried her out of the Hall. Before she could make it to the door, some of the Slytherins began snickering at the display, much to the rage of the Gryffindors and the two tables—despite being on opposite sides of the Great Hall—began one large argument, older Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs ushering the younger students of their Houses out of the way in case of a fight.
More of the teachers came down from the dais to make certain that a fight wouldn't break out, but McGonagall was more focused on the fact that, despite Luna's lack of reaction to Ginny being in pain, she had lifted the girl gently, as someone in love would. What is going on between those two girls?
Meanwhile, Luna carried the no-longer-flailing Ginny toward the Hospital Wing, keeping her close.
"Don't take me to the Hospital Wing." Ginny murmured.
"Why not?"
"Because it isn't something that can be cured by Madame Pomphrey. It had to do with Hermione."
Luna stopped in her tracks and looked down at her friend. "Is she…?"
"No." Ginny shook her head, her brown eyes worried. "She's not dead. I can feel it. Something's wrong with her though. It feels almost like… she's not Hermione anymore."
Hm, I need to think of chapter endings like that way more often. All mysterious and such. I like it. Review. Tell me, do you like the way I ended the chapter?
