Title: The Beginning of the End (19)

Author: Procella Nox noctis

Category: Horror

Sub Category: Drama

Keywords: Hermione, Blaise, pain

Summary: Summer brake had been his favourite time of year. Until he had to spend it with Hermione Granger. And that was just the beginning of the story.

Sneak-peek: "It was hoping in vain. Deep down I knew it wouldn't be her. That this wasn't a dream. It's not. It's a fucking nightmare."

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and unfortunately never will. No money is being made out of this story, which is a pity, it's really good. Modesty isn't my forte.

!!!!!!!!!!!!Warning!!!!!!!!!!!! This chapter contains severe and brutal violence, in the form of torture, please read at own risk. The story's rating will go up to R by next time.

A/N: thank you so very much for understanding me when I tell you I've been on writer's block. You understand, right? I don't think it's writer's block, but fear for what I'm going to do to all my beloved characters. As I said, the next chapters will be different. It will focus in the pairs of the fic, and at the end of each chapter there will be a part of Hermione's situation. Hope you understand. Well, now that that is said, please enjoy. If you can. And don't kill me.

Nineteen: The Lone Wolf

Blaise sat on the ground of his room and looked at his work. The part of that room that was his he had torn to pieces. Every last bit of furniture was torn and broken into thousands of shreds. Soft tears blinded his sight. He stayed there, in a foetal position and cried.

Millicent had decided to keep Neville company tonight, the boy looked awfully shaken. Everybody had looked shaken by the news. Hermione gone was just like a part of them was gone. A part of Hogwarts.

The teachers didn't teach with that much eagerness, now that they knew one hand would be missing from the crowd. The students still refused to believe that they had lost a dear colleague and their Arithmancy professor, who was found strangled in his chambers.

Many teachers would even break down in class and dismiss the students, feeling incapable of teaching anymore. No one would've expected that Hermione would be so severely missed. Especially by four Slytherins.

People now feared Blaise more than no one. The school knew of the boy's sorcerer powers, and were terrified that he'd blow up. The Slytherin went to classes a feral look on his face, his eyes glowing amber, threatening. No, daring the ones who had death wishes to come near him. He glared even at his friends, and stared for hours at the spot where Hermione used to sit, study and eat.

The boy sighed, knocking his head against the floor. It was of no use. Teachers said that no one escaped Voldemort once they were kidnapped. But this was Hermione! She was a sorcerer! Powerful!

"Beautiful." He whispered looking at his hands. He had ripped every fabric in his room, while in his Animagus form. The he tried to break the windows with his fists. Blood now dripped from his hands. Two days had passed since his beloved had been taken away from him. Two days of anguish, restrictions, shouting and destroying. He felt the blood leave him entirely. Two bloody days, and Hermione wasn't back. "Gone."

A knock on the door. The door being opened. A shriek of panic. A call for help. His body being lifted. And black.

He opened his eyes, hoping Hermione was at his side, and it had all been a dream. He looked at his side, right into the worried brown eyes of Millicent.

"I'm sorry, Blaise." She whispered, taking his hand into hers. "I know you wanted it to be her."

"It was hoping in vain. Deep down I knew it wouldn't be her. That this wasn't a dream. It's not. It's a fucking nightmare."

"Still, that doesn't give you the right to try and kill yourself. Do you think Hermione would want you to do that? Of course she wouldn't! I want you to promise me you'll never do that again. It's enough with loosing one. Don't add to the number."

He nodded gloomily at her and she left the Infirmary. Blaise knocked his head into the bedpost. Tears came freely this time. And he let them come. He wanted them to come. He dared them to come. And they came. Unlike Hermione, they came when he called for them.

Dumbledore said they did whatever they could to track Hermione down, but that it was near to impossible. It was as if they had erased her powers and her scent. How close to the reality they were.

Somewhere

Hermione opened her eyes slowly this time. And she saw bright light. She stood up taking in her surroundings. Around her bars of the same bright light were forming a circle. That was strange. Who on fucking hell would be crazy enough as to lock her away in a cage of light bars? Oh, right, Voldemort was.

She stood up from her crouched position and tried to pass through the bars. And was blasted backwards with an immense force.

"Those are lighting bars, they isolate your power making it impossible for Dumbledore to find you. You wouldn't think I'd lock you in a light cage would you?" Voldemort's voice came from a part of the room.

"Well actually yes, I would've hoped you'd have an ounce of stupidity as to lock me away in a simple cage or so, but you were always the dramatic, weren't you?" Hermione sneered at him in an impulse of braveness.

"Dester? She is all yours. Do what you please, but heal her afterwards. I'll teach you to fear me, girl. And have no doubt that you will. One more thing. Those dreams I sent you, did you enjoy them?"

Hermione's eyes widened, all her dreams had been induced by him? They were so similar to what Harry had gotten in his fifth year. How could she not realise it? Why on Earth had she stayed upset with Blaise if she knew they couldn't be true?

Before she could rethink it, the cage's door opened and a Death Eater stepped inside. She could almost see the sneer behind the white mask. The man muttered a spell and a table appeared inside the cage. Another spell and she was strapped on it. Chains tied her arms and legs, and her mouth was taped. She gave the Death Eater a strange and confused look.

"The tape is to muffle your screams. Wouldn't want to get deafened by them, now would I?" the man said laughing cynically.

Few other spell were said and another table appeared. What was on the table scared Hermione more than anything. Strange devices, knives, torches and needles sat on it. They looked every bit like torturing devices.

"Let's start with my personal favourite, shall we? What do you say of fire? My son tried to burn down your chambers with you inside them. For his failure, Voldemort killed him. Now, I'll make you wish you'd have died then by the end of this trip. No one messes with a Dester."

The man took a knife in his hand. Slowly and painfully he slashed the upper arm of Hermione. The girl flinched a bit. Next, the man took out a stick and lit it on fire. Slowly dragged the stick where he had slashed her skin, burning her. A scream and a whimper escaped her mouth.

He did the same thing all over her body, each slash going deeper and each burn hurting more and more, until she couldn't stop screaming and crying. Hermione was no coward, but the pain was insufferable. No normal person could've bared it. Not even a sorcerer.

When her body was cut in several places, the man shouted out a cruel "Crucio!" and removed the tape from her mouth, taking delight in Hermione's screams, shrills and cries.

He took out another knife, and dragged it from her neck to her stomach. Taking off his mask, he sneered down at her.

"I could hurt you now so badly that you'd be unable to procreate for the rest of your life. Wouldn't like that would you?" he asked.

The girl gathered whatever force she had left and looked him in the face. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. The man came closer to her mouth. She whispered out a faint: "Fuck you."

She saw him lift the knife ready to strike her, and hurt her so badly, leave her sterile.

A little girl with curly black hair and hazel eyes ran into the arms of her father, a tall man with black hair and turquoise eyes. Blaise hugged his daughter and turned to smile at his wife, while the tiny girl laughed joyously waving at Hermione.

Hermione screamed with a force so big, felt some spark of power in her, and directed it at Dester whose hand was inches from her skin. The man was blasted backwards. Hermione breathed in and out. If that was a possible future she had just seen, no bastard Death Eater would hurt that part of her body.

She felt the pain of another Crucio overcome her, but this time instead of screaming she thought about the little girl in Blaise's arms, and of herself hugging them both. And smiled. Dester, in a rage of fury, threw several more Crucio at Hermione, but the girl just kept smiling in a sad way, her eyes shinning from tears. Perhaps she was crying from the pain, of from the joy of a possible future beside Blaise, no one knew for sure, but the girl did not scream one bit after that.

Dester tried some of the devices he had summoned on Hermione. He tried everything, hoping to get another one of those shrills from her, but the girl only smiled. Never screamed. As if she was already unconscious. Feeling nothing anymore.

Disappointed, Dester untied her from the table, and healed some of her bigger and deeper wounds. He didn't want her to die at the next torturing session. Perhaps he should ask for Lucius' help, he was an expert at torturing.

The man left the cage Hermione was in. The girl sat in a foetal position and breathed. Tried to focus, remembering what Flamel had told her during her Initiation.

"Hermione Granger, I give you the power of the mind. A mind so bright as yours should not be wasted. When and if you concentrate enough you'll be able to communicate to another person through your mind. Use it wisely."

Blaise, she thought, I have to talk to Blaise. She focused, imagining his face, his eyes, his smile, the wonderful lips he had. Remembering his kisses, and embraces. It wasn't working. She couldn't get to him.

"Even if would, what could I tell him that wouldn't make him feel worse? I don't even know where I am." She whispered to herself.

Feeling the urge to cry, she summoned the memory of the little girl. Was that true? Had that been a vision of her future? Was that girl her and Blaise's daughter? If it was true, it meant that she'd be rescued from that place. Al she had to do was wait. Keep smiling during the torturing sessions. Never scream. Death Eaters got bored when the victims didn't scream, and soon left them in peace. All she'd have to do was wait and smile. Yes, perhaps there was still hope for her.

At Hogwarts

In his dreams, Blaise heard a faint calling of his name. The voice sounded like Hermione's. Still asleep, he smiled for the first time in two days, dreaming of a little girl who was jumping into his arms, and smiling at Hermione.

E/N: I know, I know, it's too damn short, but I honestly couldn't make it any longer. I mean not even I am that sadistic as to torture Hermione that long. More will come, the next pair that will suffer the loss of Hermione will be...I'm not saying. I'm really sorry this took me so long, but was near exasperation because I didn't have enough ideas. From the next chapter, this is going to be R-rated. I am not very happy with how this got out though, please tell me if it's okay, leaving aside the torturing.

Thank you to:

Shimerring Evil. OMG, I hope you won't kill me for this chapter, and keep interesting yourself in my story. Thank you.

Sw33t Vi3t. yeah, of course I'm going to take over the world. This is a bit of the conversation I had with my cousin: My cuz: "What are we going to do tonight, Paula? Me: The same thing we do everynight, I'm going to TAKE OVER THE WORLD. OST: It's Paula 'nd her big brain, brain, brain, brain, brain. Lol. Voldemort will always be a pest, even when he'll die. He doesn't want to take a time out, because he's a whiny man and needs his portion of torture each chapter to be able to sleep. Well, yeah, I think this answers the question about evilness. Now before you slaughter me down, remember I said there's going to be a happy ending!!! Thanks. You always send the coolest reviews.

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Lady Zymurgy. Wow, I'm on your fav list! Cool! Ok, thanks!

MissDramatic. Didn't want to make you nervous, I don't know if that's a word, really. Let's just say it is. Can't wait for your review!

Romm. Yep, very sad. Ah well, there will be at least one happy thing in each chapter to compensate. I hope so.

Ehlonna. Well here you have it! Thanks.

Sweet Kori. I finally got over that writer's block I told you about. What do you think? More D/G to come, promise! Yeah, prophecies are confusing and mine took a lot of time to write. And it's going to be crucial. Extra point of you discover somethings I left out! Don't worry about your fics, they'll be reviewed soon.

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Enjoy, and become a shipper, mate. Arrgh! And long live Longbottom Silver!