Bruises Tell All

by glitterati13

Hermione is sick of being abused and controlled. When she finally takes a stand, is she brave enough to remain out of her exlover's clutches? The war has begun and Hermione fears for her life, and the safety of her friends. R&R

9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – " And just like he had done…"

Harry's mouth fell wide-open when she said this, he did not believe it. He kept his mouth shut and shot Voldemort a menacing look as he walked closer to them. "Okay Potter, now you will see why I used this serum." Voldemort explained as he removed his wand. "I figured, if I torture the one who loves you before I kill you, it might be a little more, entertaining." He cackled and turned to face Hermione. "Crucio." He shouted, pointing his wand at Hermione.

"AH!" she screamed out in agony. She hit her head against the stone, causing more pain. She twitched on the ground, feeling unbearable pain. Then all of a sudden it stopped and she fainted.

She awoke with a start, feeling sore all over. Voldemort was standing over her so she must have been knocked out for just a minute. "Crucio." He cried out again. She once again was tortured, she screamed and sobbed. Harry couldn't bear to see it.

"Enjoying this, eh Potter?" Voldemort laughed as he gestured his hands at Hermione. Hermione again passed out, praying that this time she would be left alone. "Isn't it sad to see your best friend tortured?" Voldemort asked and, just as he had done to Cedric, he stepped on her face, leaving a trail of dirt.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the voice shouted. A flash of green light escaped from a wand. Hermione woke to this and gasped, she felt like fainting again. She slowly sat up, still very numb and weak. That torture had been unbearable, and she never wanted to be subjected to it again.

She had not opened her eyes yet; the gasp had come from hearing the words. She was too scared to open them, to scared of what she might see. She felt a pair of hands scoop her up. Please do not let it be Malfoy; I will die if it is him. She slowly opened her eyes to see Harry Potter looking down at her.

"Harry…" Hermione croaked. Harry nodded and she studied his face. It was a little bloody, and there was dirt, with a mixture of tears in there. She smiled feebly up at him. She was glad he was holding her up; she might have fallen over if he hadn't been.

"You did it!" she squealed softly. "Oh Harry, they would be so proud of you…" she sighed falling back into his shoulder. "Let's get you back to the burrow." Harry said and began to carry her. She fell asleep though and for the first time in what seemed like years, had a good dream.