Hi! Sorry this took so long to get off the ground. Finals and stuff got the better of me. Anyway, here's Chapter 11. Hope you enjoy!

Junko tried to make a run for it, but Lucius grabbed her before she could go far. He yanked her back to him and threw her on the ground. She landed with a thud on the hard floor. Narcissa leaned over the girl and pointed her wand at Junko's throat.

"Who did you tell?" She hissed.

"No one! I didn't say anything!"

"Liar!" Lucius said as he grabbed Junko's hair, "Tell us now, and maybe we'll be merciful to you."

"Please. I said nothing!" Junko said, her voice pleading with them to believe her, "Even when the Weasleys asked about it, I told them everything was fine. Really, I did. They would never have let me come back here if I didn't."

"The Weasleys. Those damn mud-blood lovers." Lucius sneered. "It must have been them who tipped off the Ministry."

"What did you do to make them suspicious of us, hm?" Narcissa asked as she pressed her wand on Junko's neck.

"Nothing! Really! Please, believe me!" Junko begged.

"You must have done something, or else they wouldn't have told the Ministry anything. So, what was it that you did?" Narcissa said, malice emanating from her voice like a bitter perfume.

"They…they happened to notice the bruises I had. That's what made them nervous. I told them not to worry about it. I told them they were my fault."

"Well, you didn't do it well enough, did you?" Lucius snarled, as he yanked her hair, causing her head to jerk up.

"Now, what should we do with you?" Narcissa said as she placed her wand upon Junko's temple. "What's the best way to make you disappear?"

"Darling, if she goes away suddenly, the Weasleys will be even more suspicious."

Narcissa stood up, "Are you saying we keep her around? After all the trouble she's put us through?"

"I know, I know, my love, she's more trouble than she's worth, but if she disappears now we'll be under investigation, and we can't put Draco under that kind of stress. Or ourselves, for that matter."

"Well, then what do you suggest we do with her, hm? We can't just let her get away with this."

"Of course not love. Don't worry, I have a plan." He said as he withdrew his wand. "Would you like to do the honors together?"

Narcissa gave her husband a horrible grin which chilled Junko to the bone. She pointed her wand back towards Junko. "On my count?"

"Absolutely, love."

"One…two…"

Together, they hissed, "Crucio."

Junko crumpled into a fetal position. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. The lines on her face deepened. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. She was in so much pain, she could barely hear the cackling of Lucius and Narcissa who loomed over her.

"What shall we do next, Lucius darling?" Narcissa asked as she looked at her husband.

"Follow me." Lucius said, as he bent over. He picked Junko up and slung her over his shoulder. Her limbs were limp and swayed as he walked. He made his way to the dungeon, with Narcissa following behind closely.

Lucius dropped Junko onto the dusty floor of the dungeon.

"Get up!" He ordered. Junko, too weak to obey, lay on the floor, inhaling the dust off the ground.

"Get. Up!" Lucius said, as he kicked Junko in the stomach, causing her to roll over to shield herself from further harm.

"Do it or I'll curse you again!" Lucius said, positioning his wand for another attack.

Junko lay there. Motionless. She tried to move, but her limbs would not obey. She was in too much pain. Too much excruciating pain.

Narcissa's voice pieced the silence, "Do it, you worthless girl, or I will join in." She pointed her wand at Junko.

Junko once again tried to obey. Miraculously, she was able to move slightly. She tried to prop herself up, but her limbs were like jelly, and she quickly fell, kicking up dust into the air as she did.

"Hurry up! We don't have all day." Lucius demanded.

Junko, for the third time, attempted to stand. Finally, her limbs were strong enough to support her. Perhaps it was just the fear from being hit with the Crucio curses again, but she was able to do it. She slowly got to her feet and lifted her head. She saw Lucius and Narcissa with their wands still pointed at her. Junko glared at them with her tired eyes with all the malice she could muster.

Lucius and Narcissa lowered their wands. Lucius smirked and gave his wife a look before pointing his wand at Junko's feet. A blue streak of light shot out from his wand, hitting Junko's feet and causing her to fall down. Once again dust flew into the air as she hit the floor. The shrill laughter of the Malfoys filled the room.

"Get up!" Narcissa ordered, "Now!"

But Junko remained on the ground. She knew the game they were playing. Like cats playing with a wounded mouse. She was tired. Tired of being treated like an object, a thing. Something to use and abuse at will. She could not avoid the daily humiliation she endured at the hands of Lucius, but she could avoid this. All she had to do was endure the pain.

"We're waiting Junko."

But she did nothing. Narcissa raised her wand, and pointed it at Junko with a poised hand.

"Last chance."

Junko turned her back to the Malfoys, preparing herself for the pain.

"What an insolent girl."

"She really is quite insubordinate." Lucius agreed. "Are you ready?"

"Whenever you are."

Lucius and Narcissa tortured Junko for quite some time, performing Crucio after Crucio on the girl. Junko screamed at first, but as the pain worsened, all she could muster was a muffled moan. Eventually the Malfoys grew bored, as they were not getting the reaction they desired, and locked her in a cell.

"There." Lucius said as he slid the cell door closed. "And here you will remain until you've learnt your lesson."

Junko did not respond. She remained on the floor, eyes glazed over.

"Come, love. Let's go upstairs. Draco will be returning from school soon."

Lucius took Narcissa's hand, and the two headed up the stairs, leaving Junko on the dusty floor.

Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco sat at the table, eating dinner which Dobby had served them alone. He was placing the last plate on the table when Draco asked,

"Where is the Muggle Mum?"

"Junko?" Narcissa asked, "She misbehaved so she is spending the night downstairs."

"Oh." Draco said as he looked at his plate. "Can she come up just a little bit? So stupid Dobby can clear the table faster."

"Why are you worried about Dobby, Draco?" Lucius asked.

"No reason." Draco said, moving his eyes back to his plate.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Draco. Having Junko here would help Dobby a great deal."

Lucius and Narcissa shot a look at Dobby.

Dobby shirked, "But Dobby will be ok without her for today."

"That will be all for now Dobby." Narcissa said as she placed her napkin on her lap.

"Yes, ma'am." Dobby said as he bowed slightly, then scurried out of the room. From there, he ran down to the kitchen. He had saved some food for Junko and he could be sure the Malfoys wouldn't see him give it to her if he went down there while they were eating. Dobby grabbed the plate and headed towards the dungeons. He scurried as fast as he could without dropping the food. He was anxious to find out how Junko was doing. He hadn't seen what had happened, but if it ended up with Junko in the dungeons he knew it must have been bad. The Malfoys only put him in the dungeon if he did something real bad, like when he accidently broke one of Master Draco's toys or when he burned one of Lady Malfoy's dresses while he was ironing it.

When he finally arrived at the cell Junko was in, she was lying on a metal solid bedframe with no mattress on it. She was facing away from the bars, and Dobby could only see her long raven hair flowing down to the floor. Dobby set down the plate.

"Miss Junko?"

Junko's head lifted, and she slowly sat up. She turned her head to see who was there.

"Oh. Mr. Dobby. Hello."

"Dobby brought Miss Junko some dinner. Dobby thought that might help cheer Miss Junko up"

Junko gave a weak smile. "Thank you, Mr. Dobby."

As Junko stepped off the bed, Dobby pushed the plate underneath the small opening between the bars and the floor, which just barely allowed the food to slide in. Junko approached the food and sat in front of it. Dobby handed Junko a set of silver utensils through the bar.

"Thank you." Junko said as she gently took them from Dobby.

Junko put her fork into the mashed potatoes and swirled it inside. She watched as the waves of pureed potato crashed into one another. The buttery mush spread across her plate as she did so.

"Miss Junko…"

Junko looked up from her plate. She saw Dobby kneeling by the cell with his head down. He had his hands on his knees. And he was shaking. Junko noticed small droplets coming falling from his eyes and landing on the dusty floor, creating an ever-growing puddle of mud.

"Dobby…" He stammered, "Dobby is so sorry he didn't come help Miss Junko. Dobby was afraid. Afraid if he intervened he would get hurt too. Dobby is a coward. A filthy coward."

Dobby began to hit himself on the head, calling himself a coward as he slammed his fist against himself.

"Stop! Mr. Dobby, please stop!"

Junko reached out her hands and grabbed Dobby's. She pulled him in and hugged him as best as she could despite the bars in the way. Dobby, stunned for a moment, remained frozen, even the tear forming in his eye held still. Then, Dobby's tear broke and slid down his cheek. He hugged Junko back, squeezing his only friend close to him.

"Please don't blame yourself, Mr. Dobby. There's nothing you could have done that would have helped. It was only a matter of time before they turned back on me."

"Miss Junko…Thank you." Dobby said, as he smiled.

"Dobby!" A deep voice called. "Where are you, you swine?"

"That must be Master Malfoy. I have to go Miss Junko, I'll come back in the morning to give you breakfast. That is, if they haven't let you out by then."

Dobby got up to go. He had almost made it up the first step before Junko called his name.

"Mr. Dobby?"

Dobby turned to look at Junko. "Yes, Miss Junko?"

Junko looked Dobby in the eyes and said the kindest words Dobby had ever heard so far. "Thank you."

Dobby's eyes welled up. He wiped them before they could break and run down his cheek. "You're welcome, Miss Junko. Very welcome." With that, Dobby ran up the stairs, towards the calls of 'Dobby', 'pig', 'lazy bugger', and so on. But it didn't matter to him. He knew he had a friend. The first friend he had in the world. The smile on Dobby's face didn't leave him, even when it was time to go to sleep.

Lucius, clad in his silken robe and night clothes, headed down the stairs to the dungeon. His lust was building up inside of him, pent up like steam in a closed pipe. He needed to release it or he was going to burst. Narcissa, once again, had spurred his advances, despite the thrilling afternoon they had torturing their insolent maid. He didn't understand his wife sometimes. Seeing a girl so frail and so weak. It makes a man want to ravage her even further. At least, that's what he felt.

He was making his way down the steps when he heard a small voice coming from the cellar. He stopped dead in his tracks and listened in.

"You were supposed to help me today." The voice said.

"I'm sorry Master Draco, but your parents decided to put me in here." Another voice, that clearly of a woman, said.

"The test is tomorrow! If I don't pass it, father and mother will be angry at me!"

"You'll be ok, Master Draco. We've worked on this all week. You're ready."

"Go over it again once more. Please Miss Junko."

There was a pause in the conversation. Lucius used this to continue his way down the steps. He walked down just enough to see his son, his Draco, sitting with legs crossed in the dust in front of the cell which housed Junko. He had his math workbook out, laying across his lap, and his black backpack lay next to him.

"Ok," Junko said finally, "but only for five minutes. Then you need to go straight back to bed."

"Thank you, Miss Junko!" Draco said. He took out a pencil from his bag and began writing in his workbook. "Ok, what's twelve times three?"

Lucius had seen enough. He stepped off the stairs and called out his son's name.

"Draco?"

Draco and Junko jumped. They turned quickly to look at Lucius. Their eyes widened at the sight of Lucius. Junko quickly stood up, trying to create some distance between her and Draco. Draco remained in place, but tears were forming in his eyes.

"What's going on here?" Lucius asked, turning to Junko.

"Master Malfoy… I…"

"Daddy, I'm sorry." Draco said as tears rolled down his face.

Lucius quickly ran to Draco. He knelt down beside his son and wiped the tears from his face.

"You did nothing wrong, Draco my boy."

"I was just worried that if I didn't know how to do my work that I would get in trouble. But Junko was able to help me, but I didn't want you to think I was stupid because she was helping me so I didn't tell you about it. I'm really sorry. Please don't tell Mama I was getting help from the maid."

Lucius looked at Junko in surprise. She was helping his son with math homework? She was a peasant girl from the Sound Village. Where did she learn math? He would ask her this later, he thought. He turned his attention back to Draco, who still had tears coming down his face.

"Come, Draco. Let me take you back to bed, ok?"

"Am I in trouble, father?"

Lucius shook his head, "Of course not, Draco. But why didn't you ask Mr. Irving for help? That's what we pay him for."

"Mr. Irving didn't really help me. I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. I just pretended I did so he wouldn't think I was stupid." Draco said as he looked down.

Lucius lifted Draco's head up with his thumb under his chin. "Then we'll find you a better tutor. One who can help you properly."

"I like Miss Junko, Daddy. She makes everything easy to understand. Including science, English, and history."

"She's been helping you with those too?" Lucius asked, astonished.

"Sure, she's been helping me with all my classes."

Lucius' eyes widened. Draco saw this and sheepishly replied, "But not that much. I can do most of it on my own. Just every now and then she helps."

"I see." Lucius said, glancing at Junko as he did. "Come, let's go to bed."

Lucius took his son's hand. He helped him up off the ground, and the two went up the two flights of stairs back to Draco's bedroom. Lucius tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and shut the door behind him.