AN: I'll be trying to update more since I'll be home for the next two weeks. Once again I am not JK Rowling.

"Mrs Weasley?" Healer Stromwell called walking into the room. She smiled at the smile on my face. "Are you ready to try walking?"

"Yes." I said quickly nodding.

"Healer Alan grab the wheelchair!" Healer Stromwell yelled making us all jump. A younger handsome man in healer garbs walked in rolling a wheelchair. He smiled and pushed down the locks so it wouldn't move.

"Okay Mrs Weasley I'm going to need you to into your regular clothes then we'll get you into the wheelchair." Healer Stromwell said. "We will be waiting outside Mr and Mrs Weasley."

And a moment later the room was empty.

Fred moved out from behind me and kneeled in front of me. "I know this is hard for you."

"You have no idea." I whispered rubbing my hands against my eyes.

"I'll help you as fast as I can and make it as painless as possible." He said pulling some clothes out of an old school bag.

"Okay." I said nodding. Fred quietly told me about his and George's joke shop as he changed me. He explained about Harry giving them the money and all the tricks they had pulled their last year because of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was horrid. The scar on my hand was proof.

"She made me write with a cursed quill?" I asked looking down at my hand that had my cursive writing scratched out on the back. I must follow rules.

"She did the same to me." Fred said pushing back his sleeve. I must not cause trouble.

"Merlin she sounds absolutely barmy, what happened to her?" I asked as Fred pulled off my nightdress.

"Azkaban for crimes against humanity." I shivered as Fred dressed me as fast as he could. He seemed nervous and twitchy as he slipped on a white button up shirt over a blue tank top. Something caught my eye and I pushed my sleeve up. MUDBLOOD was carved into my arm. The wound looked barely healed and my stomach swam horribly.

"Fred." My voice was shaky and I swallowed thickly.

He groaned and deftly slipped my jeans up my hips. "I was hoping you wouldn't see that."

"What happened?" I asked touching the barely healed words. It would be a scar. I could tell from how deep it was.

"Well it was believed you had stolen the sword of Gryffindor from this woman's vault. She tortured you for information on it. You were put under the cruciatus curse for an hour and had that carved into your arm." He muttered slipping socks onto my feet.

"Did I break?" I whispered sniffling softly.

"No. You told her it was a fake and the Goblin agreed." Fred said carefully putting my converse shoes onto my feet.

"Was it?" I asked tracing the letters on my arm.

"Nope." He quickly tied the laces and sat back on his heals smiling at me. "Bloody Goblin wanted the sword for himself."

"Figures." I muttered rolling my eyes. Fred laughed then nervously ran a hand through his hair. "So who was it that tortured me?"

Fred sobered at once and blew out a heavy breath. "It was Bellatrix Lestrange."

I was dragged by my hair and thrown onto the pristine floor of Malfoy Manor. My knees screamed in agony but I made no sound.

"Why if it isn't the little Mudblood Weasley." Bellatrix hissed her eyes wide and mad. Her curly black hair was matted and just as crazy as her personality."How did you get in my vault?"

"We didn't." I said slowly.

"CRUCIO!" I screamed as liquid fire moved through my body. My body was burning the fire growing crescendoing to new heights. "LIES! Snape put the sword in my vault and this is that sword!"

I sobbed brokenly on the floor. "We've never been in your vault!"

"CRUCIO!" My head threw back of its own accord as a long blood curdling scream was ripped from my body. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I sobbed as the fire burned through my body.

"I'm going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?" She shrieked her eyes mad hair flying around her head.

"We found it – we found it – PLEASE!" I begged as she pointed her wand at me again.

"CRUCIO!" My screams echoed around the room. Something caught my attention in the midst of the torture. My name. Ron and Harry were desperately screaming my name.

"We found it!" I yelled as loudly as I could but my voice was starting to give out.

"You're lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!" More liquid fire burned through my body making it curl unnaturally. A loud break reverberated through my body and another scream ripped out of me. My bones were breaking.

"HERMIONE!" My vision was fading in and out. Something sharp pressed into my skin and another scream tore out of me as Bellatrix carved into my arm. The blade was enchanted to be dull and painful. One letter after another was carved into my skin. I sobbed and tried to pull away from her.

"You deserve this for lying Mudblood Weasley!" Bellatrix cackled loudly. She sliced letter after letter throwing hunks of skin onto the floor as I sobbed brokenly.

"HERMIONE!"

I was pressing my hands against my head as sobs shook my body. "I'm here Hermione."

"I remembered!" I sobbed wiping at my eyes. "Oh Godric I remember her!"

"Shh I'm here... its okay I'm here." Fred said pulling me into his arms.

"No its not she's still out there!" I shrieked my voice echoing loudly.

"No she's not. I killed her in the final battle." At my shocked look he continued slowly after a moment. "She tried to kill McGonagall and something in me snapped. I killed her without blinking an eyelash." Fred said rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"Do you ever regret killing her?" I asked my voice hushed.

"Am I glad I killed someone? Of course not. Do I wish she was still alive wrecking havoc on our lives? Not once."

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