Bellatrix wobbled on her feet, sweat beaded down her forehead she trembled against her youngest sister.
"I told you this was a stupid idea" Narcissa snapped, pushing the pale woman on to the couch.
Andromeda suddenly appeared with Hermione, both clearly distressed.
"Bella my love" she knelt down beside her newly bound mate, feeling the pain Bellatrix was going through. "What happened?" She demanded of Narcissa her eyes flashing in anger.
Narcissa slumped on the floor, her back against the wall as she tiredly looked on. Hermione sat pressed up against her, her head resting on the older woman's shoulder, her arm snaked around her aunt's waist, relishing in the warmth.
"Given the fact Bella has only just woken up she shouldn't be out of bed Andromeda. Maria believes while the injuries are gone the pain may reside along with a fever for the next few days".
A dissatisfied groan was heard from the couch followed by the damp curls propping up, grey eyes met blue.
"I am fine Cissy stop mothering me" Bellatrix growled
"Yes because you're the face of perfection sister..." Narcissa sniped back, flicking her blonde strands over her shoulder.
Rodolphus came through the open doorway a bright smile lighting up his haggard face followed by Lucius and Severus.
"Glad to know not even the dark lord can finish you off my dear wife or dare I say ex wife". His tone light but something deep down caught his daughter's attention.
Hermione glanced up at her father, concern filled her chest at his disheartened tone. It was clear that he loved her mother but she didn't exactly return the sentiment.
"Minerva has been trying to keep the mob from finding us but
Of all a sudden the wards around the house was screeching out an alarm. Severus and Lucius had their wands out backing out the room. Rodolphus whipped the curtains aside the sun streaming through the lounge, his back ramrod straight.
The occupants winced under the ear splitting noise vibrating through the small hide out.
"Turn it off!" Hermione shrieked, burying her head in her aunt's chest.
The floo suddenly ignited itself as Molly and Minerva stepped through the green flames brushing soot off their robes. Their hands flying to their ears as the screeching reached their hearing.
"Intruders and a bloody lot of them" Draco came running in, bright red in the face.
All three of the sisters automatically stood, their wands in hand
"Someone betrayed us" Andromeda seethed crossing the small distance and peering out the window. "Fuck! I would say half the bloody british wizarding world is on our doorstep".
The alarm went silent much to everyone's relief.
Hermione joined the two by the window. She perched on the small seat, pressing her palms against the glass, her eyes widening in horror at the livid and blood thirsty crowd spread out across the lawn and to her utter surprise Augusta Longbottom was standing at the forefront riling up the already boisterous folk.
She also saw Neville standing nervously behind his grandmother. Gryffindors and the supposed members of the light stood rallied around the elderly harpy cheering on with whatever the furious witch was spewing forth.
"We're buggered..". A slap to the back of her head by her mother who was leaning over her shut her up.
"Don't swear little girl" she tutted in disapproval.
Hermione bit her lip to muffle the excited strangled moan from reaching her mother's ear.
She could feel her mother's full soft chest pressing deliciously in her back, she was enjoying the moment of Bellatrix without her corset donned. No hard scratchy material in the way of Hermione feeling the pleasure.
"Well I enjoyed the freedom while it lasted" Bellatrix suddenly intoned.
Hermione grimaced, creeping out the room while the adults were arguing, she grabbed her outer robes and with once last glance behind her she went straight for the front door.
Shutting the door firmly behind her she bolted down the path and shot up red sparks into the sky. Catching everyone's attention Hermione glared angrily at the gathered crowd.
Augusta hobbled forward, the walking stick tapping on the stone path. "Give us the witch girlie".
"You are trespassing on private property madam. I suggest you and your" her grey eyes scanning over the group "friends leave immediately". Her voice cold, even to her own ears Hermione realised she had spent far to much time absorbing her families public mask.
"Bellatrix Lestrange is an escaped convict Miss Granger" the dark skinned auror stepped towards her, no wand drawn.
"No lady Lestrange here Mr Shacklebolt and it's Miss Lestrange not Granger". Hermione grinned after all she was telling the truth there was no Bellatrix Lestrange here only Black.
"You lie girlie but then again what do we exact from a daughter of an immoral whore".
Hermione pulled her wand on the older woman. "Say that again witch and I will gladly show you why I am the daughter of Bellatrix" she sneered.
"Hermione I'm sorry I didn't want to be here" Neville's weak voice broke through her anger.
Stashing away her wand she held up hands up in peace.
"My mother killed Voldemort surely that
"She drove my son and daughter in law in to insanity. No good deed will ever make up for that"
Hermione turned to Kingsley "if it wasn't for my mother the war would still be going on right this minute with Voldemort still alive if you can not see reason to pardon her then take this as a slight against our families" taking a menacing step forward "and the war shall continue with another taking the fools place. Let's see how long you can last then".
Spinning on her heel she made to step back towards to house but the strong commanding voice of Shacklebolt stopped her, turning around.
"Are you threatening us Miss Lestrange?".
She threw back her head and laughed, she laughed so hard that tears slipped down her cheeks.
"No it's a promise and don't worry it won't be some half blood hell bent on unnecessary chaos" the mad glint in her eyes forced the crowd back. "The power of three". She whispered to Augusta and Kingsley, both confused by her words.
Turning her eye on the crowd behind them.
"Are you really going to follow this woman that has a personal vendetta to your deaths and that of your families, your loved ones? Or are you going to see sense and realise that without Voldemort without a strong leader to force them upon their knees and do the thinking for them, the death eaters will disband if only in self preservation or in plain cowardice" Hermione spoke clearly eyeing each of those closest to her. "You will only cause more harm than good".
She meant every word if they couldn't let the past go and leave her mother alone she would do everything in her power to protect her and her family even if it meant another war broke out.
The front door creaked open hushing the mumbling crowd into silence.
Draco and Tonks stood by her side, their wands out but not at the intruders, at her. Hermione then realised the sharp clicks of a boot behind them meant only one thing.
"No! No! No! I won't lose you again" Hermione cried throwing herself in front of her mother.
Bellatrix was now dressed in her usual gothic get up of her tight black corset, pushing her breasts up and out and leather pants, her curls once more wild and uncontrollable. She knelt in front of her sobbing daughter clutching the girl's set cheeks with both hands, her thumbs swiping the tears away.
"Hush little girl you will be safe with Cissy and Andy. You don't need me not know, you're fourteen no longer a babe" Bellatrix softly cooed. "I have never been prouder of you Hermione". She briefly kissed the corner of Hermione's mouth.
Standing back up, smoothing down her pants she turned to the head of auror department. Her face neutral, her voice cold as her future.
"Well you win itsy bitsy auror, now let's get this party started". Throwing her wand between them, her hands held up in mock surrender. A wide smirk plastered on devilish red lips.
Hermione watched with tears in her eyes as the mob disapparated away with her mother. Her heart broke into two as the woman she came to love was gone.
Strong familiar arms circled her from behind, rocking their body with hers, as she screamed her pain into the bitter cold morning.