"My son, what is wrong?"

I stood at my mother's mercy, looking at her delicate eyes that loved me to no end. She was sat at her vanity, looking over to me as she put down her perfume bottle.

"...he...took her...from me."

My words, they had to force their way out of my throat as I struggled to speak. I was in a state of depression mixed in with heated shock. Pains were invading my chest around my heart; my hands were clammy as I kept my gaze low.

It was hard to look her in the eyes, knowing all the trauma we both severely suffered. Our relationship was, riddled with pain and suffering from my father. The years of abuse he put my mother and I through, there was no salvaging any kind of compromise between any of us.

I tolerated my father and loved my mother.

Her footsteps approached me as I dropped to my knees on to the antique carpet. My mother's knees met mine in her black silk robe, her scent of Chanel No.9 took over my nose comforting me. The only perfume she genuinely loved; the last Christmas present I ever gifted her back in my first year of Hogwarts.

After that, my father canceled Christmas as him becoming a Death Eater once more took his time up.

My mother pulled me into her, wrapping me in her warm arms as she kissed the top of my head.

"My love, you have to get her back."

I stayed silent, gripping on to her as I nodded in agreement. Till it hit me, why would she tell me something like this?

I pulled from her hug, I looked her in the face seeing her eyes stream with tears.

"Wh-Why would tell me to do that?"

She froze up, trying to clear her throat.

"Be...because if you do not get her back and something happens to her. You'll be harmed or worse."

She lied.

She did not care about that, she wanted me to get Granger back. I knew they had grown close, and she was trying to hide that.

"Stop lying to me."

I stood up, looking down to her as ran my fingers over my face trying to get a grip. She refused to speak as tears delicately streamed down her cheeks.

"Draco, I know the Dark Lord is punishing you for saving her and just everything for the past few years."

Closing my eyes, I extended my hand to my mother as she took it, forcing me to open my eyes once more. I towered over her a few inches as her watery eyes looked me over.

"Please just save her. I do not want to know what you will do to get her back. As long as she comes back here, with you is all I care about."

Her warm hand caressed my wet cheek, my emotions were a wreck as I pulled my mother into a hug. Words were not my friend, as I had nothing more to say, my actions were doing what I wanted to say. That was giving my mother desired affection from her son after so many years of not having it.

"I've never seen you...care so much for another human being. Do not be like your father, save that poor girl Draco. She needs you and you need her more than you realize."

My mother held on to me with everything she could muster. I kissed her head once more, taking in her scent to keep me calm.

"I'm going to get her back. No matter the cost."

Day 1

She was gone.

When I saw those chocolate eyes of fear stare me down knowing how much she was truly terrified of him, I froze. I promised to protect her, especially from him and I could not even uphold that promise for no longer than a few hours.

He stole her virginity, he raped her against her will with false promises and then I failed her. I was not even sad about my failure, more than anything I was undeniably furious as my hands begin shaking.

Hearing those sadistic last words Viktor said, mad me fucking loose it. They kept repeating in my head like a broken record as images of scenarios of what he could be doing to her took over my mind.

Red.

I saw red, not just the color red, it was blood. His blood will be on my hands knowing he is harming her.

My anger took over me like a wild animal as I grabbed the glass of orange juice and threw it across the room. It went flying as I watched it shatter on the painting of my parent's and me.

"What the hell, Malfoy!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up Theo!"

I stormed off, seeing Theo trying to swallow some scrambled egg. We had all sat down to eat breakfast, including my mother and Dolohov. I caught out of the corner of my eye, my mother jump as she cupped her mouth at my reaction. It just fueled my fire more, even though I hated that I had scared her so much. I stormed off, hearing none of their pathetic protests as I took off.

I shoved my sleeves from my dress shirt up, shoving my wand into my tattoo. He would give what I needed; I did not give a fuck what the payment would be.

My dark mark slithered under my skin, as the whispers entered my mind. The commanded me to go to the ballroom as he was there.

I rushed into our dungeon of our ballroom, shoving the doors open with force. As I stepped in, trying to peer around the doors forcibly slammed behind me. It was incredibly dark; I barley saw our large black oak table until my eyes adjusted to the dim environment. The fireplace began to glow a shade of green brightly, revealing my aunt and the Dark Lord sitting at the end of the table.

"Draco, my boy. I had a feeling you were looking for me."

His menacing voice echoed throughout the empty room, as my aunt eyed me with joy. She was rubbing the Dark Lords shoulders as she bites on her tongue watching me. I inhaled a long breath, holding it for a moment as I exhaled taking in the musky air of the poor ventilated room. I proceeded with caution approaching them until I saw Nagini resting around his legs.

"Yes, my lord. I require your assistance in avenging the havoc that Viktor Krum caused on my Manor."

He smiled, showing off his fangs as he slid his tongue among them. My eyes caught the shadowy figure appearing to the left of me, it was Professor Snape.

"You are not telling me everything Draco. I can feel that you are seeking more, now tell me exactly what you want."

He knew, of course he would know as she was all his fault for being brought into this world. As soon as he embedded this forsaken mark on my skin, he could feel everything that I was feeling at any moment. I tried to keep myself calm looking to Snape and then back up to him.

"Krum took Granger from me, I want her back. I'll do whatever it takes, no matter the cost."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, as the Dark Lord smirked at me and said one simple word. One simple word flew out of his mouth. A choice of hurt and a foolish boy that wanted some light in his life. What do they all have in common?

Regret.

"You'll do anything?"

I gulped loudly watching his eye lights up, swatting away my aunt while I felt Snape gaze down to me. I began to sweat profusely, biting at the dry skin off my lip till it bled. The air shifted in the room; I was being suffocated as I knew he was going to ask the worst of me. I closed my eyes for a moment and all I could see was her face. Those beautiful delicate red lips that tasted of the sweetest sugar known to man. Every kiss made you desire her increasingly, causing one to go mad for them. Feeling her soft, honey toned skin gliding under my fingertips as I watched her in all her beauty.

Knowing how much bullshit I put her through, eats me alive every day, especially now. Never getting the chance to honestly apologize to her, made me want to die for her. To do the decent thing like she asked me to, this was my chance to redeem myself in her eyes. To save her, even if that meant I had to kill for her or even myself.

"Anything."

The word flew out of my mouth with a low desperate growl. The Dark Lord was pleased as he stood up, walking over Nagini, and approaching Snape and me.

"I will lend Severus control of our best Death Eaters. I want you to locate Viktor Krum and Igor Karkaroff, kill them and bring me their heads as proof on this table by the next full moon. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord."

Snape and I replied in unison.

"That's not all. You want my help to get your mud blood back then you will do something personal for me when you return. Show me you are better than your failure of a father as I will be watching your every move."

"You have my word."

Snape and I bowed our heads, leaving the room swiftly to leave the Dark Lord and my aunt as far behind as possible.

Day 5

Serotonin.

Without Hermione, serotonin did not exist anymore in my body, forcing me to crave for it and her. With each passing hour and every day, I was becoming a human husk of nothingness without her presence.

My body was being fueled by nicotine, adrenaline, and fire whiskey. I refused to eat, nothing tasted good because I only wanted to taste her. I was craving for her lips in every way physically possible like a rabid beast hungry to rip his prey apart. I needed her, wanted her and it was making me go insane as the days dragged out.

Masking my pain with alcohol and tobacco was forcing me to appear unwell. I hated this, simply because another human being was not present by me made me question everything I knew in my life. I was going to extreme lengths to find her; tracking her bracelet, scouring Northern Scandavia, Occuemlucy, torturing people whose name I never even bothered to ask for, literally everything. Viktor was smarter than he had led on, as he knew I would try to track them down. He was hiding her well from me, but not well enough as my tenth victim finally cracked.

Five days.

Five fucking days it took me to find where that insufferable asshole was hiding her.

Snape, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise had each spread out with their own band of Death Eaters ripping apart cities and villages with sheer pleasure. We ravaged Northern Europe as soon as Snape took control of the Death Eaters, making known our true strength. Snape helped me command them to torment anyone with any ties to Viktor, Igor and Durmstrang. He was more helpful than I thought he would be, always giving me other options that were usually smarter than others.

The Daily Prophet was having a field day with our actions as Dark Marks were sparking up across the skies every single night. It was comical seeing them try to report what we were doing as they were never even close. They claimed that we were killing muggles and mud bloods to try and gain followers to our cause. As well as killing people at will and doing it for pure enjoyment, they were such a joke it was ridiculous.

Whatever, it kept them going from knowing the actual truth of our rampage. A rampage that almost came to end when we were invaded by Aurors on our third night. They tried to attack our camps, only to be defeated by our overwhelming numbers. Since then, we still ran into Aurors from time to time, it was pathetic. We would fight them, only for them to run or be killed viciously.

Through all the madness we were going through, Theo stayed at my side every second of it. We were never apart as we fought, tortured, and murdered together. It was easy to tell that he wanted Hermione back as much as I did. It just had me surprised me how much we both enjoyed what we were truly doing to get her back.

My blood was boiling, I could feel the heat as my face was dripping from the sweat under my mask. Knowing his hands were touching her soft and honey toned skin; this made me become instantly triggered. That is when the bones snap within in my black leathered gloved hands as I heard the scream from the pathetic Durmstrang prisoner.

"What a bitch."

Blaise came to my side, getting on his knees and eyeing him carefully through his mask tapping his wand on the prisoner's knee. I let go of his limp arm, watching him fall to the side as he whimpered. He was crying out like a little bitch, expect he let some delirious laughs escape him.

"I hope Krum is fucking your little mud blood hard!"

My fists were clenched, shoving Blaise out of the way as they went flying across the prisoner's face. Feeling my rings collide with his teeth under my gloves, watching as blood went flying from his mouth made me grin. I hit him so hard that her spun around in his chair, landing on the ground face down.

He was out cold.

That did not stop me.

I pounced on him like a feral beast, flipping him over, seeing Krum's face on his, I griped his shirt and let my punches collide with his face repeatedly. It was like I blacked out for a few minutes until I sat on top his limp bloody body, while Blaise was bear hugging me to stop.

"Arrêter! Arrêter!"

Blaise's calming voice took over my ears, speaking brief French which always sent me back into reality. I leaned back into him, relaxing my body as I took a long deep breath while he released me. We stared at the mutilated face that was once a man before us, letting the silence increase. I saw his chest rise a few times and I was honestly shocked he was still alive.

Blaise patted my back, handing me a handkerchief as I wiped my hands of the mess I caused. He gave us the information we needed, nothing more. To me, his life was meaningless, and I was fine if he rotted away right there.

We left the cellar, walking past all the chained-up prisoners that we had rounded up. We were dressed in our Death Eater attire with our newly made masks that Snape had help fit us with.

"Did you get what you needed?"

Theo was talking to Ashlin and Pansy in the foyer, as we entered the old abandon foyer. Crabbe and Goyle were sipping on stolen Dragon Barrel bourbon while giving us a nod. Everyone was donned in their Death Eater attire, wands sheathed as I knew they were ready for what was about to go down.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you think this is wise?"

Snape's voice annoyingly bellowed behind me. I looked up to him as I swiped my face watching my mask dissipate before my eyes.

"Of course, when something of yours is stolen. You do whatever you can to get it back, don't you?"

He gave me a quick smirk as I questioned him then nodded to me. Dolohov and Greyback entered the room with leather bags in hand. They threw them on to the table with pleased expressions as they looked over to us.

"You can thank the herbalist here. She put together some devastating bombs for your disposal."

We all looked to Ashlin, she smiled and bowed her head.

"Thank you Ashlin, you have no idea how much this is going to help us."

She nodded her head, looking around at us with a sweet smile. She was fiddling with something in her hands as she motioned for me to come to her.

"We are leaving in the next fifteen minutes for Ulriken. Get your things together, Dolohov and Greyback will be outside with the worgs waiting for us to depart."

Greyback vanished outside as everyone else followed him. Theo gave Ashlin a hug, grabbing the leather bags as he walked with Dolohov outside. Crabbe and Goyle patted my shoulders as they walked off, downing their drinks.

Everyone was gone, as I slowly approached Ashlin. She looked upset, as she grabbed my hand and placed something in it.

"Draco, I know what you are going to do. I know you want blood as payment for Krum taking Hermione. Just please, please try to remember you are human too."

Her words sounded sincere, I tried to Indy her meaning behind them. I looked from her worried face down to my gloved palm. In it was a dried orange slice, wrapped around a cinnamon broom with lavender intwined. She closed it, pushing my hand and hers up to my chest and over my heart.

"Ash, I am the furthest thing from a human being right now. Without her, I am ruthless, cold and do not give a damn about anyone's life. I will be this monster I have become till I have her back in my arms."

She was squeezing my hand as my words increase. Her tears slid down her cheeks as she forcefully tucked the herbs in my jacket.

"I know, I know...just be careful. That's all I ask."

Day 7

The pain woke me up as I jolted forward. Looking around I saw Theo was passed out next to me.

"Theo! THEO!"

My words ached as I yelled out to him. He jumped up fast from his bed, grabbing his wand as I obviously startled him. He looked around to me see gripping my forearm arm, while I was gasping out for air. My wrist was on fire, feeling the bracelet spin uncontrollably as I fell to my knees on the ground and trying to force myself from not screaming.

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

Theo dashed towards me, grabbing my arm, twisting it around to him as I fell into his back. My head was digging into his shoulder while he began to scream out spells to soothe the pain. I was holding on to him with my free arm as I reached for my leather gloves on the nightstand and shoved them in my mouth for something to bite down. My tears and sweat streamed down my face as my body was overheating from what it was going through.

"I know mate! I am trying everything I can, it should not last much longer. Just get through this!"

I nodded into his shoulder as the bracelet continued to burn into me. My eyes stayed shut as I struggled to adjust to the torturous burning on my wrist.

"Just hug me, okay?! Just hold on!"

Theo spun around, grabbing my face as I bite harder into the glove tasting the leather. I looked into his eyes, seeing him try to be strong from me. When we both knew why this was happening, it was breaking us at the thought.

Theo gripped me, while pressing my arm into a bucket full of ice water that he conjured up. We watched as the water was spinning with the force of my bracelet till a few more drawn-out minutes passed.

It suddenly stopped; my body became limp as I collapsed to Theo'a arms.

He caught me while I tried to catch my breath and relax. Theo held on to me as I stayed as my breathing settled, fighting back the wandering tears that wanted to flood my eyes.

'I am so sorry he is doing to you. I am so fucking sorry that he is touching you in these ways. I swore I would not let him touch you.'

"I'm..I'm going to kill h... him."

My words struggled; I could feel him nodding in agreement as the tears fell from my pained eyes.

"As long as I get to play a part in his torture. Grant me that Draco, I want him to suffer so much damn pain."

Theo was shaking, I knew he was struggling with being strong for me and trying to hold back his own pain of the situation.

"We will torture him, together."

Theo pulled my hand out of the water, we looked at my arm seeing my wrist bright red under the bracelet. The skin was not open, just brazed from it.

I grabbed Theo's hand, he looked at me as we sat on the ground in the bedroom. We were in another abandoned house, that was hidden in the woods of the Seven Mountains. The worgs were howling outside as we heard the icy wind howling like crazy, making the old house creak.

"You know, I'm not good at this kind of thing. But...thank you."

He squeezed my hand, grabbing the bottle next to us and taking a swig. He offered it to me, I took it willingly as I let go of his hand.

"Stop being a wuss. You know I am always here for you. You're practically my brother, I would die for you mate."

A small laugh lingered on my lips as I drank the fire whiskey feeling it burn my throat. It was warming me up as I stared at Theo with nothing platonic love.

"I know that, same goes for you. What I mean is, thank you for...being there for Granger."

His shifted his stance on the floor, being his knees to his chest as he pulled a smoke from the nightstand. He then took the bottle as I offered it to him, taking a long drink of it.

"You know I was always there as a friend for her. She needed that more than anything...she was going through a lot then. But-um-you're welcome."

I nodded to him, grabbing a cigarette out of the pack of cigarettes as well. Theo put the cigarette to lips, snapping his fingers as it instantly lit up.

"I honestly could give two shits if you did or didn't fuck her. She deserves someone to treat her well, I am the furthest things from that. Sadly, that does not matter since the Dark Lord forced this shit on us. Making her stuck with me regardless."

I paused, smoking my cigarette, and watching Theo's face change. I could tell he was becoming upset; it was clear as day that he honestly cared a lot for Hermione.

"Just...try to show her some compassion Draco. I know that's hard for you."

I leaned my head back against the bed, knowing he was a hundred precent right.

" I'm just...I'm so...ugh! I want her back! I want her in my arms so I can tell her sorry for everything I put her through!"

I shot up to my feet as my anger increased, pacing the room as my voice raised with every word. My hands were shaking, as I struggled to put the cigarette up to my mouth once more. The tears were refusing to stay idle as they began to flood over.

"Theo... I hate...this. All of it."

He looked over to me. I was staring out the shredded curtains as the sun was starting to trickle the through the trees.

"What part?"

"Everything that deals with her. Once the Dark Lord forced these bracelets upon our wrists, I knew he was doing it as the worst punishment he could think of."

I sighed heavily, feeling my lip quiver.

"I just, can't believe I care this much for her."

Theo got up and walked over to me, letting out a sigh as well as he gripped my shoulder.

"It's not your fault, stop beating yourself up for it."

I stared at his dotting eyes.

"I'm not beating myself up for it, my father did enough of that already."

Day 9

The days were dragging too much for my liking. I was on the verge of chopping off my own hand as I grew tired of the pain I went through twice a day. Knowing every single time, it went crazy, he was hurting her in some way, or I should say...raping her.

We were in the Seven Mountains, harassing any villages that had Durmstrang banners around to help lead us in the right direction. We knew how where it was centrally located; we just needed the exact location of where the school was.

"Draco!"

My name was being called out while I was locked in a battle with Durmstrang student. He threw expelliarmus my direction, I dodge it with protego. I was over his tricks, so I became aggressive and knew out to end it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green spell went flying, I closed my eyes not wanting to see it hit him. I heard his loud groan and a thud followed, as I opened my eyes to his body lying in the snow. My hot breath took over my mask, as I gripped my wand with so tight, I was crackling my knuckles. I walked over to his twitching body, as I looked him over watching his last breath leave his body.

"Draco! I been calling your name!"

I turned around to see Blaise with a white furred worg by his side. Her mouth was tinted red as they were coming my direction. I heard screams from the burning surroundings behind him which he completely ignored. His mask was littered with blood, as he approached me clasped his hands in front of him.

"What is it?!"

"Dolohov, he found someone willing to take us to the location."

My head cocked to the side with irritation, as I walked towards him. The worg next to him was Tala, he had taken a great liking to her since we had left home. She was eyeing my kill, letting out a growl to Blaise who caught on to her need. He snapped his fingers at her, causing her to approached the body in a predator snap, letting out a howl and diving in to her meal.

Blaise and I walked off, looking at the village that was burning down with satisfaction till we came to the middle of the town square. Most of the villagers that went peacefully were rounded up around the large water well. Then to the right of them was a large fire, that Greyback was tossing the dead bodies in.

"Why does he have to burn the bodies? That smell is something you do not get used to."

Even my mask could not hide the scent as I looked at the terrified faces starting at us. I heard Blaise chuckle to me as we continued down the cobblestone street.

"Because that crazy son of a bitch loves it. He told me that he loves burning the bodies because it helps mask his hunger for human flesh. Isn't that fucked up?"

"Indeed, it is."

I was nodding to Blaise, sheathing my wand as we approached Theo. His arms were crossed, as he watched over the Death Eaters tying up some villagers. He turned around to our footsteps nodding his head in acknowledgment of us.

"What do you want us to do with them?"

They both looked to me at Theo's words. I could tell beneath their masks they were eyeing me cautiously. They both knew I had become incredibly ruthless and was taking my pent-up anger out on innocent souls.

Neither of them dared to stop me, as we knew the Dark Lord was watching every move.

After getting our Dark Marks, we were taken away to be conditioned for our new livelihood.

That long week of torment and breaking us to the will of the snake forcefully buried the words, 'No mercy' in our brains. Death Eaters do not believe in mercy or second chances. We need to live up to our fathers and those before us, more so we need to be better than them.

Be ruthless and cunning.

Be Death Eaters that show what we are truly made of. By dominating and kill everyone who stands against us, even the innocent.

"Do whatever you see fit Theo. You've been best at handling these situations, have fun. I just want to see who Dolohov captured."

Theo clasped his hands and cracked them as he turned back to the situation before us. Watching him turn into a killing machine was something else.

We pulled his wand out and began screaming, 'Incendio!' at the top of his lungs, burning down more villages. The villagers cried out as other Death Eaters were tying them, till Theo demanded them to brought up one by one.

He had this hidden murderous side in him that was fully being released. He loved it, every fucking second he hurt someone made him laugh out psychotically.

This was completely against his true nature, but he so fucking good at it. Even under his mask, I knew he was enjoying it regardless how much this was messing with our heads.

"Let's go Malfoy."

Blaise started walking off as Theo let another laugh roar from his mouth as he started interrogating a villager. More like he was messing with them so he could torture them in more unbearable ways.

Breaking my gaze from watching my best friend construct his symphony of torment, I followed Blaise. We walked through the bloody abandon streets looking at the mess of havoc we caused. We passed our worgs eating dead bodies that Greyback yet had grabbed and other Death Eaters roaming the streets to make sure they found everyone.

We eventually came to the location which was a large run down home. Two Death Eaters stood guard, they looked to us and asked for the password.

"Mors Comedentis."

Blaise and I said in unison, they nodded to us as we approached into the dark building. We heard screaming coming for a room upstairs, we quickly rushed up to find the commotion. Rough voices and laughing were overheard, as I pushed open a door to the master bedroom.

The scene before me made me lose my shit to the point I was grinding my teeth so hard it hurt. Travers was having sex with a woman who was clearly fighting him off as she wailed out. She was hysterical, her clothes were ripped and crying out to the surrounding Death Eaters around the room.

I noticed Crabbe and Goyle keeping their backs turned to the situation. They were clearly uncomfortable as they stayed by the prisoner whose mouth was completely missing from his face.

I rushed over to the Travers, grabbing him by his hair and ripping him off her. He let a loud groan as he hands went up to my arms, scratching at my grip.

Blaise watched in amusement letting me have my way with the piece of filth. Travers fought me off, but my adrenaline was skyrocket forcing my strength to overpower him.

I forced him on to the ground, kicking him hard in the gut as his trousers stayed around his knees.

"What the bloody fuck Malfoy?!"

He spit at me as he laid on his back coughing at the air.

"Crabbe! Get your sorry ass over here and drag this pathetic waste of air out of here!"

Crabbe came over with a sigh, trying to help Travers up. I was fuming but I could not help it as I saw his wicked eyes stare up at me.

"You're just a fucking child, you have no idea what you're doing."

I held my hand up to Crabbe as Travers was on his knees, buttoning his trousers. I knelt to his level, swiping my hand over my mask to make it dissipate. Feeling the cool air brush my face with ease, turning my sweat to cold droplets.

"I may be sixteen years old, but I am more of a man then you're sorry ass. Raping woman is one of the most disgusting acts we as men could ever preform."

He smiled at me, revealing his blackened rotten teeth.

"Raping is more of a thrill then you'll ever know. Ask your father for instance, I've watched that man do it countless times."

I ignored his bold words, pulling my glove off with my teeth seeing my rings glint in the light of the fireplace. I formed a fist and upper cut him as hard as I could. Feeling my rings dig under his jaw and feeling his neck crack with my movements.

After a moment, Travers laughed at me, spitting blood out as he opened his mouth to readjust his jaw.

"Blaise, get her out of here."

Blaise went to the crying woman on the bed, trying to console her as he spoke multiple languages to find her true dialect. He spoke fluently to her in French, which was odd for the location we were in. He then wrapped her in a blanket and escorted out of the room.

"What are you going to do with me Malfoy? Hm? Beat me to an endless pulp like the rest of your victims?"

Blood dripped from his nose, down his mouth as he licked his lips with a smile. His wild eyes watched me as Crabbe was gripping his arms behind his back.

"I was thinking the worgs could have fun with you. Taking turns ripping you to shreds or how about I torture you for my pure enjoyment?"

He let lose a psychotic laugh, spitting blood at me. His spit landed on my cheek, which I wiped off and let another punch glide across his face.

He hung his head in defeat, as I watched the blood drip on to the floor. I gripped his hair, seeing more blood rush down his face as my wand went to his stomach.

"Crucio."

He squealed like a pig, which is exactly what he was. I held his hair tight as I said it once more with sheer enjoyment while Crabbe kept a tight hold on his shoulders. I did not care for his life at all, as I let the curse leave my lips five more times.

I watched him suffer.

His suffering was pure enjoyment to me as the noises leaving his mouth made me laugh a bit. My eyes studied him with each curse, as the sweat mixed with his snot and blood that was pouring down his face. The veins on his forehead were protruding while skin was turning a dark shade of red.

I finally sheathed my wand, letting go of his hair seeing a clump of it lingered in between my fingers. Crabbe dragged his exhausted body out of the room as Blaise held the door for him. He came back in, seeing me kneeled on the ground sparkling what was left of Travers hair over the puddle of blood.

I put my glove back on, standing back up remembering our prisoner was present for what I had just done.

"Forgive me, that had to be handled."

Goyle nodded to me as the mouth less man was in a serve state of shock. Blaise removed his mask, we shared a glance and looked over the situation. Before anything could be said, Dolohov and Snape came walking in access the mess.

"Boys, I saw you took care of some trash and finally joined me. Let me restore his mouth, I did not want him talking to anyone else."

Snape silenced the door, then locked it as they both approached us. We all surrounded the terrified man, he stared up at me while Dolohov waved his wand over the man's face.

His head began shaking back and forth as his lips surfaced with great pain. He let out a scream, taking many breaths as he started cursing every single one of us.

"Godforsaken Death Eaters! I swear!"

I crossed my arms, leaning into Blaise's shoulder who smirked at me. The man spoke with a French accent, as fought his invisible bonds to the chair.

"Can we get this over with, I need a damn pint after this bullshit."

Goyle waved his hand over his face, his face was dripping sweat as his came to my side. I patted his shoulder; everyone became quiet as we focused in on the man before us.

"I appreciate you trying to save my wife from those grotesque men. That still does not forgive what you are doing to those innocent souls in this once peaceful town."

Snape and Dolohov looked to me, I could not tell if they approved or were angry with me.

"I know. We just want to know where Durmstrang is, that's all."

He shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"Fine, as long as it ends your devastating crusade."

Day 10

Lord Jamie Chasteen, that was our prisoner's name.

His wife was Lady Colette Marie was the woman I saved from Travers. They were old Aurors that went into hiding once The Dark Lord returned.

We left his wife behind; she was in no condition to be enduring the trek through the Seven Mountains. Jamie was not as hostile towards us as he became more talkative with Snape and especially Dolohov. I had a sense that he and Dolohov had some kind of past together, with the way they were talking together.

Theo managed to round up some Thestrals from a good friend of his which he refused to say who. I did not question it, as I wanted to get Hermione as quick as we could.

By flight, it took us a day to search the mountains till we managed to spot the location. We set up in a small hideaway camp, located in some old ruins a few miles away. Lord Jamie, Theo, and I snuck to his said location which was a large cliff that was hugged between the mountains and barren trees.

We watched the area for a few hours as night began to blanket the area. We were ready to give up, till voices were heard in the distance. That is all we heard, just hidden voices as we were trying so hard to see through the darkness that dominated the dense forest. Till I saw the torches flicker between the branches above us. It was evident that a few students were returning from somewhere, they were riding in a large, studded horse carriage dragged by silver brute stallions.

The carriage approached a few feet away from us till it came to an abrupt stop. One of the boys got out, walking about a foot in front of them and began to whip his wand in the air above. He did this a few times till black smoke left the tip of his wand which started to attack the air. It was hitting an invisible was, causing lightning to hit it till the image before them cracked like glass. It suddenly evaporated displaying a large opening to a huge haunting castle with a long draw bridge that was lowering for them.

The student got back in the carriage, the stallions jerked forward and as soon as they fully crossed over the doorway vanished.

Day 11

They fell one by one.

They fought well, but my Death Eaters and Asshlin's bombs were no match for mere selfish students.

It was comical to me seeing them lose to us, since Durmsturng is so well known for teaching The Dark Arts.

We were intrigued as some dropped to their knees, turned their wands over and asked to join our cause. Theo thought it was the funniest shit and wanted to take some of the younger ones 'under his damaged wings.' Dolohov and Snape urged me to let this happen, the more Death Eaters the more powerful our ranks. Especially those willing to turn on their own people, it amused me so much that I watched in pure enjoyment. I would allow only the ones that turned and killed their own in fronts of us in the name of The Dark Lord. This showed their willingness, their devotion and true allegiance to us.

It satisfied me watching half of them do so. They wanted nothing more than to be a Death Eater and I was willingly to give them that.

As the battle ensued, I kept my eyes wide open searching the war torn school grounds for Krum. Which of course, he was nowhere in sight as we rained hell upon his school. Bombing it, torching it and causing his own to turn on each other while he stayed hidden. After a long while of curses and destruction, I needed to find Granger. The entire time we were there my bracelet was going wild, forcing the pain to take over my tormented wrist.

Through the battle, I looked for Theo and started making a break towards the large courtyard. It was filled with status of previous headmasters, expect flying spells and bombs had begun to destroy them.

"Malfoy! Wait!"

I refused to stop, knowing it was Theo and he would follow me regardless. I let my bracelet guide me to her, knowing if I turned a wrong way the pulsation would die down. The castle was dark, littered with old Scandivan tapestries and large cast iron chandeliers were roaring with fire. Scared students were running in every direction, someone tried to fight me, paying for it in the end as I threw the killing curse like it was nothing. I was on a mission; nothing was going to stop me till I found her.

As I made my way to the third flight of stairs, that led towards some abandon classrooms, screams started to echo in the distance. My heart was racing, my adrenaline was taking over me as the screams and my bracelet increased in pain. Theo was now beside me as we came to another staircase, we trudged our way up as we approached a large wooden door. Painted on it was the Bulgarian mascot of the Qudditch team Krum played on.

We both stopped, my grip around my wand tighten as I could feel the sweat form in my gloves. Theo and I looked at each other through our Death Eater masks till the screams were heard once more followed by a shatter of glass. We took off, thrusting out wands to the air and screaming out.

"Bombarda!"

The door blew up, splinting in pieces before off as the dust cloud settled down. We walked into the candle lit room till our feet were met with a large pool of blood, our eyes followed it to see Krum gasping out as his half naked body was covered in blood. He was gripping his neck, as blood was shooting from it as well as the many deep cuts that covered his chest. It was clear that he had been stabbed multiple times. He tried to gasp out, his free hand reaching out to us and we both pointed our wands in unison.

"Curcio!"

His body was convulsing, blood was flowing out of him as his mouth bubbled with spit and blood. Even though he was half dead, we both needed the satisfaction of being part of his kill some how. Watching his life slowly leaving his mutilated body was so worth it as our wands stayed glued to his direction. Within minutes he was finally dead and our wands went to our side, scanning the room to find her.

We looked around seeing the room was a disaster like a fight had broken out in it. The roaring fireplace showed us why we were there as we heard the rattle of chains move by the large four post bed.

We quickly dissipated our masks and sheathed our wands.

"Draco? Theo?"

My hand flew to my mouth, hearing her delicate voice speak our names with hope. Hermione was covered in blood, head to toe and was dressed in a red see through night gown. She had a chain collar wrapped around her neck, that gave her enough length to roam around the room. Her right hand was dripping in blood as she still was clenching a large piece of shattered glass, it was slicing her hand which she was unphased. Hermione's adrenaline was as up, she was shaking till Theo approached her and tried to take the glass from her.

"Please, let go of the glass so I can heal you."

Theo was holding his hands up and reaching one of his hands towards her bloody hand as we slowly walked towards her. I followed behind him, studying her head to toe as she fought to get up from the bed. We paused as she held her hand up and threw the glass to the side of the room. She was shaking so bad, barefoot and obviously abused as her purple face came into the light. It was evident he had beat her, as her face was covered with bruises and the imprints on her arms made me hold my breath.

Theo ripped the fur lined blankets from the bed, carefully wrapping her fragile body in them. I held out my hands, she looked up to me for a moment as I then brushed her matted hair from her face.

"...Please, let me hold you."

She nodded to me. Letting me reach down, swiping her up in my arms as I held her carefully into my chest. I held her tight, as Theo began to unmend her collar while I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I left my lips there, until Theo leaned his head into my mine as he kissed the top of Hermione's head as well. We stayed like that, holding her between us with no words but soft kisses on her bruised face.

Present Day

Theo and I refused to leave her side.

We had been home for three days, which in that time Hermione slept and refused to speak since she said our names. It was clear, Krum had abused her in ways that made me sick and angry to think about. On the third day, she finally awoken from her deep slumber and motioned she wanted to be cleaned up. Theo ran a nice bath, putting in as many bubbles he could manger while I cautiously escorted Hermione to the bathroom. She was so weak, that she let me undress her and did not mind if Theo saw her naked one bit. Before I started to unbutton my silk top that I had put on her, I noticed something on her thighs that made me grip her hands with a deep breath.

"Please, Hermione tell me what these are."

I was on my knees, holding her hands as I looked up to her. She closed her eyes, tears quietly started to escape her eyes. She shook her head, refusing to tell me as a sob left her mouth.

"Please...The scars, there's... eleven of them. Why?"

Her tears continued to fall, landing on my arms as she shook her head no. She was in pain, I felt like she was scared to tell me. Theo walked over to us, to see what I was looking at as a hand went to his mouth. He kneeled down, looking at the scars on her thighs and walked away.

"Eleven days."

I stared at the inch long scars that were in prefect lines among her thighs; five on one and six on the other. Seeing the first few healed from day one to now, eleven days of him keeping track how long it would take us to capture her. That is all Theo and I could think of, how fucking cruel and painful.

What a sick twisted fuck.

My thumb rubbed the top of her hand, brining it to my lips and kissing it delicately. I then stood up, swiping her up and taking a few steps to marbled tub. I kissed her forehead as she nudged her head into my chest. I then lowered her into the bathtub watching wince and whimpering at the hot water.

"I'm sorry love. Is that too hot?!"

She shook her head no as I finally let her go she pointed to her rats' nest of a hair. Theo dashed over to the counter, grabbing my hairbrush as she turned around and booked it to the tub. I sat on the edge, watching her as Theo grabbed a glass and poured the hot water over her head. Red flowed from her hair and began to stain the water. I sighed, looking her over as I saw the scars and bruises riddling her body.

"Are you ready to talk to us?"

Theo was scrubbing her hair gently as he poured more shampoo into it. She turned her head towards me, I could tell she was biting her cheek as the beautiful chocolate eyes looked me over.

"Yes."

Her voice was hoarse, but I was content hearing it again. Something overcame me as I watched her hand rise from the water and reach up towards me. I quickly took it, seeing her small hand in my mine with her bruised knuckles and her large healing scars in her palm. Theo tried to heal up as many cuts as he could, but he grew tired with how deep the one in her palm was.

"I'm sorry. So, fucking sorry that I could not save you sooner. Theo, I and the rest of the boys had a hoard of Death Eaters at our command as we scavenged Northern Europe for you."

I paused; tears were leaving my eyes as my mouth was becoming heated.

"We looked everywhere, and I was not going to stop. We murdered people left and right, I-we had to have you back at all costs."

I pulled her hand to my forehead, letting it rest as it was helping eep me calm.

"Forgive me, I can obliviate the memories of what he did to you."

After a moment of silence, I stared up to her, seeing the tears mix in with water on her face.

"No, I want the memories of me murdering that sick twisted bastard. Memories forge who we become Draco."

I stayed silent, knowing she was right. She technically killed Viktor Krum, we just ushered him further to death door. She was right though, I know she needed to have that vindication.

"Thank you both for coming for me. When I saw you both standing there, even with your masks on, I knew it was you."

Theo and I stared at each other, turning our eyes to her with ease.

"As soon as you left us, we were becoming numb. Nothing mattered but having you back here before our eyes."

Theo spoke poetically as he reached up and brushed back some of her natural curls. He continued brushing out her knotted hair trying to not tug too hard. We stayed silent for awhile as theo washed and brushed her hair out. I grabbed a wash cloth, soaking it and pouring body soap on to it. I carefully washed her arms, legs and back allowing her to do the rest.

"...I wish I could have gotten you back sooner."

I rubbed her hand with he wash cloth. I then brought her hand up to my lips and kissing every single bruised knuckle softly. She turned her hand over, her bracelet sliding down her tiny wrist as she reached up to my cheek.

"I want you to do something for me."

Our eyes met with longing, as her eyes were glazed over with tears.

"Anything for you, Granger"

She spoke with a demanding tone as the words left her lips with no hesitation.

"I want you to make me a Death Eater, Draco."