I have been really struggling with my mental health. I hope I have loyal readers who will see how this turns out. Truth be told, I started writing again because I kept getting notifications that people were favoriting and following this story. So… Thank you.

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Draco's dress pants and t-shirt were soaked. His loafers were ruined. He was sat fully clothed on the bottom of shower. His hair was flopping into his face. His shirt had blossoming blood stains. Though she had ceased tearing into his arms, the cascading water could not remove the blood from under her nails. He had burns covering his body that were beginning to blister. He had no doubt that they would soon start to bleed. Yet all of those things held no meaning to him. The witch he loved was curled in his lap, and he could not get her mind to come back to him. She was lost in her mind and in her terror. Her magic flaring out at everything around her.

"Please. Please stop. I can't take anymore."

Hermione's tears continued to flow as Dolohov laughed manically.

"I don't care what you can take, you mudblood slut. For the brightest witch of her age," Dolohov brought the whip down across her back. "You don't seem to understand," Again, the whip slashed through Hermione's already abused flesh, "I don't care," Another lash of the whip, "What you can take."

Dolohov brought the whip down across her back again, then dropped it to the floor. He strode up to Hermione's body and ran a finger through one of the bleeding lashes.

"Do you remember the chili oil, slut?"

The only answer from Hermione was a shudder and a whimper.

"Well, if you thought pouring it up your ass was bad… you don't know the term."

Dolohov leaned into her and bit her neck, causing blood to slowly prick out. He then walked away and retrieved a bottle of chili oil, one that he had collected specifically to torture someone's open wounds with. The chili oil held such heat, that undiluted contact with the skin would cause chemical burns. He couldn't wait to hear the mudblood's screams when he put it into her bleeding whip marks.

He donned rough dragonhide gloves and waltzed up to his newest toy's back. He yanked her head back by her hair and whispered in her ear.

"I hope you enjoy this, slut. I know I will enjoy listening to your screams." Dolohov levitated the bottle next to him as he dragged a dragonhide-covered finger through one of the bleeding lines. Hermione tried to bite her lip to keep from screaming, but it was impossible at the angle Dolohov held her head. Against her will, a strangled scream was released from her throat.

"Ah… music to my ears, pet. Should I call you pet, hm? I think even I would hold more affection for a pet than I hold for you. Maybe I shall call you "hole," or should I stay with mudblood slut?" Dolohov waited, and when he got no answer, he grabbed the bottle out of the air, dipped a finger in it, and spread the chili oil across her lips. "I asked a question, slut. Which would you prefer?"

He knew that she would be unable to answer as her screams began filling the room. She automatically licked her lips, trying to sooth them, but all that did was burn her tongue and begin to burn her throat.

"I think I will only use "hole" on special occasions. Otherwise, you are mudblood slut."

With that, Dolohov began dragging his rough-gloved fingers dipped in chili oil through the bleeding lashes on her back. Hermione screamed herself hoarse, and whenever she would lose conscious, Dolohov would pour a pepper-up potion down her throat. He did this five times, until he became bored with the game. When she lost conscious the sixth time, he left her hanging and bleeding with chemical burns sizzling on her back. He only healed her lips because he wanted her to be able to open her mouth wide to take his cock.

Narcissa swirled into being in the Manor's fireplace. The first thing Narcissa was aware of was the wild magic coursing through the air. There was so much of it, that it was almost suffocating. Then, Narcissa heard the screams. Without a second thought, Narcissa was running through the Manor towards The Sanctuary Suite.

Narcissa arrived and flung open the door. The first thing she saw was the blood on the floor. Even though Narcissa knew that there was no way Dolohov could have gotten through the rebuilt wards, her heart dropped through her stomach. The blood accompanied with the screams had Narcissa's magic sizzling and her wand dropping into her hand to be at the ready.

"Mistress Malfoy!" Maggie yelled over the scream. "Miss Hermione is hurting! Master Draco is trying to help, but nothing is helping!"

Narcissa stared at Maggie and then slowly turned to look at the door. The wards on Hermione's room required Hermione give permission to everyone else besides herself, Maggie, and Tilly. Hermione had to have given permission to enter to Draco, which was interesting. Narcissa shook her head as she was pulled out of her thoughts by another burst of wild magic. This was not the time to think about the questions this generated.

"Maggie, did you say Draco is with her?" Maggie nodded her head and pointed to the bathroom. "You mean he's with her in the shower!?" Again, Maggie nodded.

Narcissa stared at Maggie, trying to fully comprehend her words. It was only when she felt a wild burst of magic in the form of heat, Hermione's yell, and Draco's stifled groan did she fully understand. Without a further moment of hesitation, Narcissa was flinging open the suite's bathroom door. Years of living in fear during the war and knowing the atrocities that the war led to could not have prepared her for what she saw.

Hermione was shaking in Draco's arms. Her eyes were open, but they weren't seeing the bathroom around. Her fingers were tipped with blood, not all her own. Her curls hung limp down her back, sticking to her and Draco. If she was crying, her face was so wet that Narcissa couldn't make out the individual tears.

Narcissa was frozen in place. Very rarely was she the kind of witch who did not know what to do to correct a situation or make it work for her, but as the wild magic thrummed against her skin and made all the hair on her body stand up, her brain appeared to stop all conscious thought.

Hermione was whimpering and shaking. Occasionally, her back would arch, her head would tip back, and a scream worse than a banshee's would tear through her vocal cords. Every time this happened, Draco would whimper as the heat in Hermione's magic would spike and burn through his skin. Narcissa could smell flesh burning, and she was thrown back to revels that the Death Eaters would burn Muggles at the stake. She knew she should be doing something. Knew that Hermione's wild magic could likely cause the girl's heart to stop. Knew that if the magic didn't kill Hermione first, it would kill all who were in the Manor. Knew that her son was getting burned. Yet, Narcissa was frozen in place.

"Mistress Narcissa?" Maggie's fearful voice came from behind Narcissa. "Misses Hermione is nearing the edge. I can feel her magic fighting… Can I… Maggie can stop this. Please Mistress.'

Narcissa nodded dumbly as she watched Hermione writhe on the shower floor yet again. She could hear Maggie murmuring to Tilly to gather all the female elves who were willing to help. She could hear Maggie start to walk into the room. She saw Maggie approach Draco and Hermione. She heard Maggie murmur something to Draco, which caused Draco to grip Hermione tighter, despite the burns, and yell at Maggie that he wouldn't do it. It was only at the sound of Draco screaming no that Narcissa's brain began making sense of the stimulus around her.

"You can, Draco. Hermione will burn out her core. She will die. Let Maggie do… let her do what needs to be done."

Draco stared at his mother in disbelief.

"Do you even know what she wants to do!? Did you even hear it!? She wants to bind Hermione's magic. I won't allow it! We are no better than heathens if we bind her magic."

Narcissa started. Binding Hermione's magic was not a solution. She turned her stare onto Maggie.

"Maggie explained poorly," the old house elf murmured. "Yes. Maggie will bind Hermione's magic. But it will make her stronger. She will be able to withstand the wild magic when her magic is bound. Maggie is not trapping the magic inside Misses Hermione. Maggie is binding Hermione's magic to the Goddess. Magic bound to the Goddess cannot become too much."

Narcissa stared at Maggie. What she was explaining was old ritual magic. Magic that was not practiced anymore… Magic that hadn't been practiced in centuries.

"Maggie…" Narcissa slowly began, "Why do you know this? No. Nevermind" Narcissa's hand waived through the air. "Why are the other elves needed and what do you need."

Maggie sighed in relief as Draco began his outburst again.

"Draco! You will be silent, or I will personally remove you." Narcissa stared her son down until he quieted. "Maggie. Your answers."

"Maggie needs the other females because the range of ages will call to the Goddess, and only then will she grant Maggie permission to bind Misses Hermione's magic to her own. The Goddess… she is all powerful. Maggie knows because Maggie's family served the Goddess long, long, long ago. All Maggie's family just knows. Maggie just knows."

Narcissa stared at Maggie as she heard the cracks of the other elves appearing in the room. She saw Tilly holding a jar that the elves never allowed her to touch. When Maggie took the jar from Tilly, she felt the magic in the air spike around them. Maggie herself momentarily became rigid.

"Master Draco. I need you to release the misses. The ritual will not work with men in the symbol."

Draco protested loudly, but when Hermione released a blood curling scream and then went limp with unconsciousness, he slowly placed Hermione on her side in the middle of the bathroom. He hesitantly backed away and went to stand with his mother. Narcissa immediately wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into her. They both stood in silence as Maggie directed the elves into a circle and stepped to Hermione.

Maggie took the lid off the jar and began sprinkling black soil in a circle around Hermione. Once the first circle was done, Maggie made a crescent on each side of the circle. Narcissa gasped as she realized the goddess being called upon was the Triple Moon Goddess. What Maggie said about the ages clicked into place.

Maggie stepped up to be right beside Hermione on the outside of the circle.

"Lady of the morning,

Maiden full of grace,

Remind her of her courage,

Hail and bind with thee.

Lady of the Moon,

Mother round an full,

Remind her of her power,

Hail and bind with thee.

Lady of the dark,

Crone the teacher still,

Remind her of her wisdom,

Hail and bind with thee."

Maggie bowed her head and then threw the remaining of the black soil over Hermione's unconscious form. Narcissa and Draco watched on as the rest of their elves bowed low to the ground and whispered their own prayers to the Goddess.

Narcissa gasped as she felt the wild magic around them pause, as if waiting to see if it should destroy or rekindle life. She had to hold Draco back as the Triple Moon Goddess symbol burst into flames around Hermione. When the soil on top of Hermione turned to water and put on the flames, Draco sagged into his mother. When the ashes began to swirl around Hermione and the elves with such force that it sent Narcissa and Draco staggering back, both of them stopped breathing momentarily.

Without warning, the ashes dropped to the ground and revealed the elves still bowing and murmuring prayers, but Narcissa gasped at what she saw and heard. The prayers were not wishes for strength. They were whispers of thanks and gratitude. They were whispers of honor and awe. Her elves were praying to the Goddess that was bowing over Hermione.

I did not know this is where this was going to end up, but here we are. I hope this was a turn that you guys can get on board with. Don't worry. Binding with the Goddess does not mean that Hermione is better. I would never treat trauma so trivially.

I personally pray to the Triple Moon Goddess in my practice. Whether she is real in this world or not, her symbol and her archetype speak and resonate with my soul. She has helped me through this past year by being there to listen.