Warning: This work is dark! Psychological trauma, (battlefield) violence, coarse language and character death are ongoing aspects of the story, as well as references to torture and non-consensual sex. Please just read if you feel prepared and okay.

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Day 101 since Zabinis arrival

Theodore Nott brought her food once a day. That's all the food he had. Hermione had not seen anyone except Theodore Nott for over two hundred days. No one. Not even Zabini, who has been coming and going for several weeks now. He spoke to Nott sometimes. Hermione could hear them when she pressed her ear firmly against the door. She didn't know if Nott knew this and would intentionally let her listen when he and Zabini were talking. Hermione suspected it. They never talked about important things, mostly about trivial things like the weather, the trade agreement with Romania and the last concert of the Weird Sisters.

Before Zabini came, Nott had sometimes tortured her with the Crutiatus. Hermione didn't know if it was Zabini's fault that he had stopped. Whether Zabini had asked Nott to stop. Hermione didn't know many things.

She didn't know what day it was. She had counted the days but had lost track when Nott had tortured her to fainting with the Crutiatus on the fiftieth day, and she did not know how long she had slept. Then she started counting again.

It was day one hundred and three since her fainting when Zabini first appeared. Hermione wouldn't have known it was Zabini if Nott hadn't addressed him by his name. Hermione could hardly remember Zabini. When she tried to gather her thoughts, she noticed that she had never heard him speak before. His voice was rough, as if he had a bad cold. Hermione had been asleep when Zabini first entered the room in front of the door. She was angry because she didn't know what Zabini and Nott had discussed. She had missed the first conversation between them. From the following conversations Hermione had been able to hear that the two former Slytherins had not seen each other for a long time. Since the battle at the Ministry.

Hermione didn't know where she was. The room she was in was small and dark. Hermione seldom saw the light. Only when Nott opened the door to place a tray of food in the room did the dim light of the lamp shine in from the room in front of her door. Her room didn't have a lamp or a window. Hermione didn't know if there were any other rooms besides hers and the one in front of the door. Probably not. Nott and Zabini usually stayed in front of her door day and night, spoke very little and when someone spoke, it was usually Nott who cursed because of the food. They spoke quietly when they spoke.

At first, Nott had told her about the outside world. He didn't want to tell her but was careless with his words and cursed a lot. That was before Zabini came. Hermione learned that Dean Thomas had died in the Battle of the Ministry. It was the only name that meant anything to Hermione. She had cried for a day. She had wanted to scream, but she couldn't because Nott had silenced her.

Hermione couldn't remember her voice or how it felt to speak. When she woke up in the dark room over two hundred days ago, her wand had been missing and she had been silently bewitched. She had banged on the door, but no one had come. Not for two days. Then Nott appeared with water and a bread. Hermione remembered that he had bled heavily. She had tried to grab him, beat him, bite him. That was the first time she experienced the pain of Crutiatus.

On day 50 she had learned that Bill Weasley had died at the Battle of Edinburgh. She had been banging against the door for so long that Nott's nerves were ripped, and he had tried to quietly witch her with the body-bind curse. Her will had been too strong and the curse had not been able to keep her still. As a result, he tortured her to fainting. Hermione had been crying for a week when she woke up.

On day fifty-seven since Zabini's arrival – Hermione had started counting again on his arrival – she had overheard one of the few interesting conversations between Zabini and Nott and learned that Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet had been hanged in Gringotts and that their decaying bodies were displayed to all visitors. Hermione had vomited and had not eaten for two days. Every night she cried. A few days later, Hermione learned from the headline of the Daily Prophet, whom Nott sometimes carried with him when he looked for her and brought her food, that the whole Clearwater family had been cruelly murdered. She couldn't cry anymore; her eyes were dry.

It was day one hundred and one since Zabini's arrival, when she first saw Zabini.

"Do you know how to fix bones?" Nott asked as he placed a tray of food on the floor. She had no furniture, not even a bed. The room was bare, the walls smooth. Hermione had spent hours searching the walls for a possible way out. She didn't find anything.

Hermione stared at Nott.

"Fucking shit, do you know how to fix bones?" Hermione couldn't speak. "Have you forgotten how to speak?" Hermione pointed to her mouth and Nott muttered something incomprehensible. Then he pulled his wand out of his belt, and when he pointed it at Hermione, she shuddered. Nott laughed. The laughter sounded hollow and empty.

"I don't kn-," she cleared herself. Her voice sounded faint, unlike what she had remembered.

"Damn, just answer! Do you know how to heal bones?"

"It depends on how badly the bone is damaged." Breathe, Hermione, breathe. Her throat was burning, she felt the bile coming up. "And where the bone is. If the bone is on the arm or leg, then it is simp-"

"It's the arm. Broken. At least twice." Hermione nodded as if she understood. She looked at Nott's arm, he seemed healthy. "How do you cure something like that?"

"You need skele-gro. skele-gro helps," she said. It was burning, it was burning so much.

"We don't have potions. What about a spell? Which spell helps?" Nott asked and his eyes glowed dangerously. Hermione knew the glow and collapsed a little. He wouldn't torture her; he hadn't tortured her since Zabini was here.

"I don't know."

"Fucking mudblood! How did you survive the ministry?" A smile crept on Nott's face. "Oh, yeah, because I pulled you out of there." Hermine's mouth corner pulled down and her eyes narrowed to slits. Nott was only too happy to remind her of how he had pulled her body covered with a strong body-bind curse to one of the still open chimneys and then vanished by floo. Then she passed out.

"Theo, where the hell are you?" Zabini. Zabini had a broken arm. Hermione had not heard him arrive; she had been absorbed in her thoughts.

"I'm coming," Nott shouted. "Get up." He grabbed Hermione by the collar of her sweater and pulled her off the floor. She stumbled after him and through the door into the room behind the door. The bright light was burning in her eyes. She looked around the room. Her pupils only slowly got used to the light and she could only make out Zabini, who was lying on the floor in the middle of the room. Then a table just behind him and four wooden chairs, one of them with only three legs. The ceiling was low, the walls bare. On the left wall was a sofa. There was no other door. Hermione wondered where there was an exit.

The floor creaked as Nott ran to Zabini and squatted next to him. "Shit, you're bleeding."

"That's his bone," Hermione said weakly. "It stabbed through the muscles and the skin."

"Shit, damn it."

"Stop cursing, Theo."

"Shut the fuck up," Nott hissed. "Granger move over here. Heal his arm." Zabini was pale on his face, he must have been in severe pain. Hermione hesitantly glanced at his arm. The bone was protruding from the arm at an unhealthy angle. Nott was right, the arm must have been broken at least twice. He didn't say it was that bad. Hermione felt ill.

"I can't," said Hermione hollowly. "I don't know how."

"You have to know," Nott said with a creepy determination in his voice. "You have to."

"I-I don't know. I need dittany to heal the wound around the bone and – and I don't know how to put the bone back in place."

"Pushing in, Granger, just push it in," Zabini breathed and laughed faintly. Hermione turned pale.

"That-that might help. If the bone grows together quickly with skele-gro, then-then pushing it in might help."

"We have no skele-gro or dittany," Nott said. "We have murtlap-essence."

"Murtlap-essence only helps with magical injuries," Hermione remembered. "I could make him a bandage." But Nott would never give her her wand. Hermione didn't even know if he had it or if she had lost it in the Ministry.

"Why doesn't murtlap-essence help, damn it?" Nott cursed and then hit the table.

"You can try murtlap-essence . . .," Hermione said quietly. "But I don't know how much it will work." Nott rushed to the sofa and pushed it aside. Then he tore one of the planks off the floor and pulled out a bag. Hermione could hear glass rubbing against each other. She noticed which floorboard Nott had torn off the floor and then took a closer look at Zabini's arm. She got nauseous again. Zabinis bleeding didn't stop. "You have to stop the bleeding."

"What, Granger? How?" Zabini was getting pale.

"Prohiberecruenti," Hermione remembered. She had had to use the spell several times when she was traveling with Harry and Ron. She had also used it to save Luna from bleeding when she was injured at the Ministry. According to Nott, she survived. Hermine hoped so.

With the bag in one hand and his wand in the other, Nott ran to Zabini and dropped to the ground next to him.

"What movement?" he asked panicky. Hermione had never seen him panic before. He was only cursing, he was angry, but he was never afraid, at least it seemed like that to Hermione. "What fucking move?"

"A-A circle. A simple circle," Hermione said, staring at Zabini's arm.

It was her chance to run, to run away. Her head shook and she had her gaze scanned over the room again. She had got used to the light from the lamp above her heads, it was not even bright. She didn't see a door nowhere. It must have been magically hidden. So, she couldn't find it anyway. Hermione didn't have a wand. The only spell she could perform without it was lumos. The spell had done her nothing for the past few months, she didn't even have a lamp in her room.

Nott stopped the bleeding on Zabini's arm. Hermione had turned her gaze back to the two former Slytherins. Nott's hands were shaking. His spell was done uncleanly, but the bleeding stopped anyway.

"What now?"

"The bone – you have to push it in." Zabini wriggled his face. He only meant it for fun, but now was no time for jokes. Hermine's lower lip trembled as Nott put his wand next to him and rubbed his hands. She could take it now, the wand. But she didn't move. Images of Luna in her own pool of blood floated in front of her field of vision. She felt her eyes burning and she wanted to cry, but there were no tears. There have been no tears for so long. Luna had screamed when Hermione had pulled her into a niche, she had screamed so loudly.

"Granger, how do I have to-"

"Squeeze, squeeze. After that, you must dip a bandage in murtlap-essence and press around the arm. Can you – can you conjure up a bandage?" Hermione couldn't see Nott; all she saw was Luna and a lot of blood. There was blood on the floor, Merlin. She'd fall over. Hermione did not hear Nott's answer. She didn't even know if he had answered. Since nothing happened, she assumed he knew how to conjure a bandage.

Breathe, Hermione, breathe. She calmed down; the picture of Luna disappeared from her eyes.

Nott soaked a bandage in murtlap-essence, which he kept in the bag. Zabini screamed in pain. Hermione had not heard it before, but now it was dragging her. It hurt her mentally and physically. Her knees wobbled and her lower lip did not stop shaking. She bit it. She was always biting her lip. It was already bleeding.

"From the heart," she said. Everything was numb.

"What?"

"The bandage – you have to tie it away from the heart," Hermione said. Nott stared at her and then returned to his injured friend. Zabini was about to faint. It wouldn't be good for his recovery.

"Stun him!" Hermione said. "You-you have to stun him." Why couldn't she stop stuttering? She bit her lip again. She wasn't a healer; she was a fighter. She had only the most necessary spells and methods in her mind that could save a person's life from the basic injuries, magical and non-magical. A stupefy would prevent the system from shutting down. The body behaved in the stunned state just like in the woke state, only that you were stunned. Hermione didn't understand the principle behind all this.

Hermione took a deep breath and then everything was clear again. Luna was completely gone.

"Shit, damn it!" Nott cursed again. "Damn it! He's been grabbed, Granger! Just before he could apparate." Hermione just stood there and said nothing. She didn't know what to say. "Go! Go back to your room." And Hermione turned around and went back to her room. When the door closed behind her, she heard Nott lock it with a spell. The darkness enveloped her. She almost thought she was more comfortable here. Nothing happened here, here she was – safe.

Where was the door that led to freedom?

It was so dark; Hermione couldn't see the hand in front of her face. It would get better soon, she knew it. Soon she would become accustomed to the little light that came through the gap under the door and be able to see the outlines of her limbs. And then she'd lay there, do some sit-ups and sleep. She'd sleep a lot.

"Shit wake up!" she heard Nott screaming. Zabini was still unconscious. "Wake up, you bastard!" He stepped against a chair, it crashed. Hermione wondered if a leg had fallen off.

She painted the room in front of her door in her head. The table, the chairs, the sofa on which Nott and Zabini slept for sure. The hallway. The floorboard, in which there were few potions and pastes. Hermione stored this information as important. That might help her. She didn't know when or why, but it was good to know.

"Blaise!"

Zabini said something Hermione couldn't understand. He was awake. Hermione wondered how well his arm would heal. If he didn't strain it for a long time, there's a good chance the bone could grow back together.

"Don't do that, man!" Zabini. He was in pain, of course. Hermione crawled in her head for a spell that healed bones. There must have been one, but she didn't know him. Skele-gro, she knew that.

"You have to keep your arm still, damn it."

"Be quiet!" Zabini snapped. "Help me up. Not that arm – fuck! Take the other one."

Then it was quiet. Hermione crawled to the door to press her ear to the wood. Nothing, no sound. Nott had probably put Zabini on the sofa. Hermione dropped the door and collapsed on the floor. She already missed the room outside the door.

When would she leave her dark room the next time? If she had never seen the room outside the door, she would not have wanted to go back there. She had got used to her room, but now she wanted to get out of here. Hermione felt the anger rising in her. Desperation. She punched the door and the dull bang echoed in her ears for a long time. She only punched once and then dropped her fist. She punched the air, screamed silently, and stretched out on her back. Her eyes burned unbearably, but she could not cry.

After she sat down, she crawled to one of the walls and stared at the crack of the door until she got used to the darkness and could see the tiny cracks in the concrete. Tired, she followed the cracks with her fingertips. Day one hundred and one after Zabini's arrival. She's been here almost a year. And now she felt lonely as never before.

Nott had forgotten to silencio her.

a/n: Hello and welcome to my very first fanfiction on this webside! I'm thrilled to present you "Days", a story that is manly inspired by "Manacled" by SenLinYu and "Isolation" by Bex-chan. Both of these stories are truly amazing and if one of the authors wanted my soul, I would give it to them without asking or charging any money. I left my soul with "Manacled" anyways. So if you read "Manacled", you'll probably know where this is going and if you didn't, please read the warning above. If there was a scene that needs extra warning, I'll put a warning at the beginning of the chapter.

I'm really bad with updates and I tend to have writers blocks a lot, but I decided, that I'll try to post once a week, preferably sundays.

Please note that English isn't my native language and if you have any remarks about my writing, grammar etc. please tell me! I want to improve myself.

Lots of love,

Emma