Hope you are liking the story so far. Harry Potter characters do not belong to me. Trigger warning for violence, torture, and gore.
"The ghost prisoner, a murderer,
wishes he was invisible, sheer air,
already dead."
Ghost Prisoner/ Heid E. Erdrich
Fourth Year
Hermione was taken against her will to be a prized possession to collect in the tournament's second task. She supposses she was the only logical choice, as Viktor hasn't come close to anyone else in Hogwarts. But that doesn't take away the fact that she is mad. When will Dumbledore stop using them as pawns?
She hates the attention. She hates the stares. She hates the Triwizard Tournament. Harry is in danger, and everybody just seems to be going wild about the celebrations. Including Ronald. Especially Ronald. He has been an arsed all this time, and yet she forgives him over and over.
She hates this tournament. But she likes Viktor. He is kind. He makes her laugh. He makes her feel.
The last thing Hermione sees is marble, then she closes her eyes. This is it.
Suddenly, Bellarix and the death eater begin to chant a spell. She does not recognize the language. The wall begins to shift. It sounds like glass breaking. It cracks and moves. It looks like the eye of a hurricane. Hermione can begin to distinguish something on the other side. Water. Wind. They are making a portal. Hermione stands mesmerized. The magic that is coming out of them is intoxicating. The spell is captivating.
Bellatrix pushes her into it, and she drowns. She gasps for air, but there is something tugging her legs and trying to sink her. Everything is black.
She fights and kicks. Hermione gasps for air, and oxygen finally enters her lungs. Her vision is no longer blurry, and her surroundings become clearer. There's an island a few meters straight ahead. The sky is grey, almost black. There are no stars in the sky, nor a moon that shines above the land. Hermione knows where she is. This is Azkaban
Circling above the tower, there are dozens of dementors. Hermione feels like her soul has been sucked out of her body. A black mist comes flying through the sky. Her dear captors. A brute force pushes her forward. Water enters her mouth several times. She coughs endlessly.
"Won't you like to see some friends, mudblood?" Bellatrix is looking at her. She is taunting Hermione. It is impossible. Who could they have?
"Come now, we wouldn't like to miss all the fun"
The death eater grabs her hair and takes her out of the water. Hermione is still coughing, but he forces her to stand up. He is dragging her. Bellatrix puts her hand on the stone wall and it opens. While Hermione crosses, she can feel wards surrounding the tower. They are mostly offensive, which is strange because one would think prisoners would be the ones trying to escape ,instead of people wanting to attack the compound. The atmosphere is grim. It smells like mold. The stone in the ceiling and floor actually has green tinted fungus. Everything feels like it is permanently wet.
Hermione can hear faint weeping.
"Come on Gibbon. We must hurry. They are waiting" Bellatrix commands the death eater. He squeezes Hermione's arm, and they walk at a fast pace.
Bellatrix's heels resonated all the way. She is skipping through the stairs.
They come to a stop when they are in front of cell 7010.
Bellatrix turns around and looks at Hermione. "Now my mudblood, behave, would you? The Dark Lord has a surprise for you." Hermione raises her eyebrows at this point. "Yes, even he is so kind as to give something to someone like you"
She smirks at Hermione."This is an interrogation, but he allowed your presence. He said you wouldn't like to miss it anyways"
Bellatrix opens the door slowly. The smell is pungent. It is dark. Hermione hears the death eater behind her cast lumos. At the beginning, the light is blinding, but when her eyes adjust to the brightness, there in the far corner stands Ginny. No. No, no, no. Not her please. How? When was she captured?
Pain is such a strange emotion. It is strong. It is dreaded. And it is unforgettable. Happiness can be forgotten. Sadness can become one with the heart but pain is never forgotten.
Pain can come in so many shapes and sizes.
A burn when touching the pretty colors behind the fire. A misstep that leads to the bottom of the stairs. A pinch in the arm to wake up in a boring class. A smack across the face from a parent. A fall when learning to ride a bicycle. A heartbreak. Even loving is painful.
Pain is so diverse. Pain is everywhere. But pain only seems to grow in degree when one grows up.
Pain remains with Hermione since she has memory, but she doesn't seem to be able to hold more pain in her soul.
Hermione is dreaming of a spell. An incantation in a foreign tongue that escapes her mouth in the middle of the night.
When you run like a dove
And hunters are on the loose
When blood is smeared on your hands
And it won't wash away
When fire and water won't fight anymore
And the sky is full of ashes
When rage fuels your magic
And madness has overcome your mind
Murder is the key
By your hand shall it be
A sacrifice
A price must be pay
Blood for blood
And the animal shall be let free
When war is shooting on your backyard
And death is the smell of the day
You must decide
If you stand to look or if you act
Blood for blood
A price must be pay
Cell 7010
Hermione can't forget the screams. She can't forget the spells either. They are stuck in her head.
Interrogations are an abomination.
Death Eaters don't do it for the answers, that the least in their minds, the pain they can create is the main goal. Hermione wonders if maybe interrogations are practice. A practice to inflict all the torture they want. Maybe it is.
But Hermione is certain a human being should never cause that much pain. It shouldn't be possible. It is not right, but in war there is no right or wrong. Only death and abominations.
By the second hour, Ginny's eyes were vacant. They were a void of no return. So lost and so dark Hermione could see there was no soul there in Ginny's body anymore. Ginny wouldn't give anything away. So they became harsher. Far more brutal. They became physical. Not so magical in the end. Punches here and there. Ginny's jaw breaking in the midst of it all. Her arms and fingers bent and broken. And suddenly, Bellatrix did one spell and it was all over.
corpus conteret
Ginny began to suffocate. She began coughing blood. And her eyes were bloodshot. She began twisting her legs. Bellatrix was laughing. Hermione was terrified. Ginny's limbs became numb and she began moving towards the ceiling in strange ways that resemble a possession. Then a crackling sound began resonating inside cell 7010. Ginny was completely laid down in the ceiling and her stomach was being ripped open and the blood was cascading down in the faces of the death eaters and Hermione.
Her intestines were slopping in the ground, and a sack covered in red liquid fell to the floor.
"It appears our blood traitor was pregnant" Bellatrix proclaimed. At this point she was bent over laughing. "A blood traitor child dead on the dirt"
Hermione couldn't stand to watch anymore, she vomited and tried to run but Bellatrix cast an inmobilus her way.
"My sweet darling mudblood you must watch. The best part doesn't even begin yet"
Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the chapter. I am trying to make each chapter darker and more interesting.