CPOV

I felt sick to my stomach. After 20 minutes of me crying and pounding the floor in rage I eventually made my way over holding her still warm hand and continuing to cry. She was dead because of me. Bellatrix had killed her but I was the reason, I hated myself. I sat up most of the night holding her hand until sleep eventually took over. When I woke up the next day she was gone, I spent most of that day crying.

They kept me in the room for god knows how long, after a few days it just seemed like a blur. Being confined there was driving me nuts. Bellatrix didn't come back but Greyback did. He would stand outside and talk to me through the door taunting me, telling me what he would do to me when he got his hands on me. I just sat in the furthest possible spot away from the door and covered my ears.

Bellatrix eventually showed up, but she kept asking me questions about harry. I told her I knew nothing but she screamed and called me a liar proceeding to torture me. It must of only been for 20 minutes but it seemed like hours. The next day she came back asking me more questions that I didn't know the answers too, torturing me some more.

The questions turned into threats, she would come into the room asking me to join or this would continue. Whenever I refused she would torture me until she got bored or got called off. Yesterday she placed long gashes along my body with her knife. Bellatrix made what Carrow did to me seem nice.

"Crucio!"

We had been going at this for what seemed like forever, I felt like every single one of my nerves was on fire, being ripped out of my skin.

"Give up yet my pet?"

I stayed still on the floor but shook my head. "N….n…no…."

Bellatrix huffed leaving the room slamming the door behind her. I curled into a ball shutting my eyes tight wishing I was dead, anything was better than this.

When I next opened my eyes I was greeted by a pair of big black boots standing right next to my head. I looked up and Greyback was starring down at me. I started laughing gaining an odd look from him. "Your turn today?" I asked.

"Yes." He said dragging it out. "I think you've finally lost your mind."

I raised an arm pointing a finger at him shaking it. "Not…quite…there yet."

He chuckled and took off his long leather jacket discarding it on the floor. "Now you know the question I have to ask."

"Well…then I guess...you know the answer."

Out of the no where he kicked me square in the face causing me to scream. The pain was immense but wasn't as bad as what I had become accustomed too. I felt my nose crack and I immediately grabbed it as I felt the blood start to pour.

"Now…I'm not allowed to have…certain ways with you. But that doesn't mean I can't have any fun."

He lent down reaching under my skirt and I started to kick against him.

"geb awab frem meh!"

I felt his hand slip under my underwear I started to gag.

"stup ib!"

He ripped at my top exposing my collarbone which he trailed with his fingers. "Oh I did miss how you taste."

Before I knew it he sunk his teeth into my flesh causing a blood curdling scream to come from me. The pain wasn't even the reason I was screaming, all I could think was I going to become like him?

He started lapping up the blood pouring from the open wound running down my chest as I lay there crying feeling helpless.

He grabbed m face roughly forcing me to look at him while he licked the traces of my blood from lips.

"What's wrong? Worried Neville will find out?"

"Who is Neville?"

Greyback shot up as Bellatrix strolled into the room. With a flick of her wand I felt my nose fix and I started to wipe the blood from my face and chin, even though the wound of my shoulder remained wide continuing to ooze blood. She walked around me occasionally glancing at Greyback who looked pissed he had been interrupted.

"Neville?" she asked a little confused then a gleam caught her eye. "Longbottom?"

I said nothing trying not to show any emotion but apparently she could read me like a book.

"You…are with Neville Longbottom?" she started laughing manically but abruptly stopped. "Your boyfriend has been causing us some trouble at Hogwarts."

"Good."

"We even sent people after his grandmother, and she sent them straight to mungos." Bellatrix said this in a low voice, she was obviously pissed that an old woman like Neville's grandmother had done that, I couldn't help but smile.

"But...seeing…as we have you." She said turning to me. "Perhaps we have more leverage."

I had to think fast. "Don't you think it's pathetic that one boy is causing so much trouble for you?"

"He's an annoyance." She spat. "But, you obviously….care," she said the word like it was pure venom. "For him."

She looked down at me catching my eyeline. "How about this? You...you will become one of us. Or I will kill him." She whispered.

My eyes went wide in terror. "So you're…just going to stroll into Hogwarts? And kill him?"

"No. that would be silly. I'll bring him here, and I'll do to him exactly what I did to his parents, and your aunt. She leant down her lips inches away from my ear. "I'll make you watch, and you'll know it's your fault." She whispered.

She turned walking out of the room Greybacks followed close behind who gave me a final glance locking the door.

I was sat on the floor for hours, I could feel myself becoming weaker, the blood was still steadily pouring from my shoulder. I sat there pressing against the wound as hard as I could but it was useless, I didn't have enough energy. The front of my shirt was now Red and soaked sticking to my skin; I kept thinking any minute I would pass out or throw up, probably both.

The door suddenly flew open and I fell backwards out of shock. Greyback was stood there looming over me starring at my Collarbone. "Someone looks a little pale."

He kneeled down next to me still smirking like he always did. One day I was going to wipe that bloody smirk off his face.

"I don't think you have that long left." He moved my hand running his fingers off the wound. "I didn't realise I cut you so deep." He laughed.

"You took….a fucking….chunk out of me. You…..bastard." I was taking deep breathes between the words. It was hard just saying that sentence.

He grabbed my arm pulling me off the floor and out of the room dragging me alone the halls of the mansion. I collapsed several time too weak too even move or be bothered at this point. He huffed grabbing my off the floor and placing me on his shoulder. When we reached our destination he finally dropped me to his side and I clung onto him for support.

I slowly looked up and my eyes went wide at what I saw.

Voldermort sat there with Bellatrix by his side.

"Well…if it isn't….our newest recruit."

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