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Hermione had never been tortured, beaten, or generally abused so much as she was right now. Her head was bleeding onto the stone floor, wrists bleeding from the chains that held her there. Her back was surely broken Lucius' cane coming down hard once again, snake head piercing an already open wound. Hermione screamed in pain. Lucius just laughed, he did, he waited until she screamed, before he would ever stop… and he did. He just walked away, leaving Hermione to scream in agony. HOW could this happen to her! Letting out one last cry "DRACO!" Hermione's body sagged, tears and blood staining the stones.
Draco sat at the head table, People he had known in school, some teachers still teaching. Potter had been made Headmaster after killing Voldemort, but not before Voldemort had killed Dumbledore, the world's greatest wizard.
Watching eagerly as the first years came in, Draco leaned forward fingers steepled as Laela Jade Stepped forward to put the on. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted triumphantly. Laela Jade sat down happily with some boys and girls from her compartment on the train. Loralai Xavier was last, that Satan child he had thought was Laela Jade steped forwards, her Bleach blonde hair shining, nose ring glinting in the starry ceiling.
Sauntering forward she picked up the hat and sat down…"MMMMMM WHERE TO PUT YOU? YOU HAVE TH BLOOD OF BOTH SLYTHERIN AND GRYFFINDOR, A CUNNING AND BRILLIANT MIND NO DOUBT, BUT THE COURAGE….GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. The girl looked positively astounded as she sat down next to a boy with flaming red hair, obviously a Weasley. Draco was sure that as the girl barely touched her food that a look of terror was etched in the cold mask she thought would fool people—It was the mask he had worn for years…