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On with the fic…
It was late at night in the Gryffindor tower. All the slaves were asleep, most of them huddling together to get warm. Occasionally, you could hear the odd sniffle from one of the girls, or a quiet sound of someone crying. Hermione lay on a cold stone floor, tossing and turning in an effort to get comfortable.
"Hermione?"
"Yes Daisy?"
"D-did the Dark Lord always b-b-beat you?" Hermione twisted her body to look at Daisy. She was trembling, her bottom lip quivering and her fingers were blue.
"Shit, what happened to you?" Hermione asked, concerned. She grabbed Daisy's fingers and rubbed them together with her own, trying to get some warmth into her friends body.
"I-It was so s-scary, mum." Daisy stuttered. A small tear slid down Daisy's cheek, and Hermione pulled her young friend into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly in an effort to get Daisy to calm down.
"Hush, don't worry, I'm here for you." Hermione comforted.
"I d-don't know how y-you could stand it." Daisy choked through sobs.
"It takes time Daisy, you'll get through it." Now Sarah and Parvati were awake, huddling around the pair.
"Is she ok, mum?" Sarah asked, her hand grasping Daisy's.
Hermione shook her head. "What did that bastard do to you today?"
Sarah winced, and unconsciously touched her elbow. She had been Lucius Malfoy's slave previously, so she was used to beatings, but Daisy had only been a kitchen slave in the past, so she was not used to frequent torture. "Daisy dropped a cup of tea and it broke. That bastard beat her and then beat me too."
"I didn't mean to, mum." Daisy pleaded, her terrified watery blue eyes locking onto Hermione's. "I didn't mean to." She repeated. Hermione nodded and squeezed her tighter, the girls huddling around each other and eventually falling asleep, their faces lined with worry.
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"How is your new slave?" Voldemort hissed, sitting on a golden throne in his office.
"Fine, master." Draco replied, his tone cold and emotionless, a tone that he normally took when speaking to other Death Eaters and the Dark Lord.
There was a knock at the door, and Voldemort called for the visitor to come in. Avery swept in and bowed to Voldemort.
"What do you want?" Voldemort demanded.
"The prisoner is trying to escape, master." Avery responded, his head bowed.
Voldemort growled and gripped the arm of his throne. He took his wand from the table next to him and stood. "Come Malfoy. It is time for you to meet our most important prisoner." Voldemort swept out of the room, followed closely by Draco and Avery. "How far has he gotten?"
"I believe he has not made it out of the dungeons yet, master."
Voldemort laughed, and evil, hollow laugh that chilled Draco to the bone. "Fool." Voldemort growled. The three made their way down to the dungeons, and sure enough, when they arrived, the prisoner was being held by Death Eaters. The prisoner was thin; Draco could see his bones through the dirt and bloodstained shirt and shorts he was wearing. The prisoner looked up at Draco, and he was surprised to find that he looked about the same age as himself. Floppy brown hair hung below his shoulders, matted and dirty. His hazel eyes were lifeless, and Draco found himself looking away.
"Shall we kill him?" Flint asked, casting a grin at Malfoy. Malfoy felt sick.
"No you fool. You cannot kill him even if you tried." Voldemort snarled. This piece of information caused Malfoy to look up at Voldemort, who was watching him curiously.
"What do you mean?"
Voldemort's face twisted into a disgusting smile, and he cast a look back to the prisoner. "There is a prophecy, Malfoy, that says only I can kill him and only he can kill me."
"So why don't you kill him master?"
Voldemort smiled even more, and Malfoy shuddered. "Where's the fun in that?"
He turned away from Malfoy and left, the Death Eater's following him after they had returned the prisoner to his cell. Now the only people here were the prisoner and Malfoy. A guard was outside. Malfoy walked cautiously up to the cell occupied by the prisoner and placed his hands around the strong iron bars. The prisoner was on the floor, his hair hanging over his head so Malfoy could not see his face, a large purple bruise surrounding blood visible on his back.
Draco immediately felt sorry for the prisoner. He had not done anything and he was here, wasting away in a dark and damp prison cell.
"What's your name?" Draco asked, trying to sound as nice as possible.
The boys head rose and Draco inhaled sharply. There was a large cut on his face and his whole cheek was stained with blood.
"Neville Longbottom."
Thank you goes out to everyone who told me what kind of ending they wanted…I've decided to do a sad ending, because I think that will work out better for this story.
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