A/N: Hi guys! Here is the second chapter of the story. Just for your info: it is not going to be a joyful fanfiction so if you are under 16, I advise you not to read it, as it contains graphic contents.

Let me know your thoughts about it.

Thanks to my beta.

Disclaimer: All the characters are owned by our Queen JK Rowlings.

WARNING: Graphic contents and Torture scenes are present in this chapter along with some rape scenes.

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She could smell the metallic, peculiar fragrance of the blood been mixed in with the smell of the rain. She was sure that Greyback if he could, would use that fragrance as a daily perfume. She could sense that Lee was probably in a great deal of pain at the moment, nothing prepared her to see anything like that.

Apparently, you could think with the war that she had dealt with a lot of nightmarish things and seen her fair share of mangled bodies, but she never thought that she would see her last friend dying in front of her, like a doll in Greyback's hands.

Lee was supposed to have left from England by boat three days ago for France. She thought he would be safe travelling on a ship. Lee had managed to get tickets for them, but at the last minute, she had refused to leave again. England was her home, and she wanted to die there if need be.

Greyback could sense the bitch, but he wasn't sure of where she was, probably behind the wards she had cast. The wards started to move in front of him, meaning the bitch was getting closer to the edge.

They were going to have fun.

Beating the shit under him, Greyback smelled more blood coming from the now reopened wounds, the smell of the putrid flesh starting to attacked his nose. He threw the body away, exciting the Snatchers that had begun to swarm around him.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the disapproving look Antonin Dolohov was giving him. Antonin—the truthful right arm of the Dark Lord had tagged along to make sure that they wouldn't try and take advantage of the situation and try to turn the Mudblood into a meal.

Hermione spotted Dolohov in the corner of her eyes and knew she had to act quickly. Two Death Eaters were here to catch her, and one of them had almost killed her before. She had to think fast, Dolohov could break her wards anytime soon. She had to step away quickly and disapparate, or fight and stand the risk of being caught.

Checking her beaded bag, she found some remains of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder that she had stashed in there from her trip to the Weasley's joke shop many years ago, but she wondered if the powder would still be safe and or even usable for that matter. Not having time to worry about it though, she took one step after the other, her wand in her right hand and the powder in the left, checking the surrounding places for any movements, she could feel the adrenaline growing inside her brain sensing her to be smarter than that.

Stepping outside of the wards, she dropped the powder first, and the world around her went pitch black, seemingly consumed by darkness from hell itself.

Antonin looked at the edge of the gate when he thought he caught a glimpse of a foot before he was blinded. The Mudblood was smart, she had used Peruvian powder, which was a bitch to see through and near impossible to get rid of.

He could hear Greyback shouting orders at the same time the clock of the local church bells beginning to chime, signaling that it was midnight. The bitch was in trouble now; the wolves were out of the woods and coming for her.

Hermione never thought they would be that quick, but she could hear the growl of the wolf and Greyback screaming his orders to his pack of Snatchers. She stepped into the smoke to leave the street and disapparate into a new place, taking her last chance to escape.

As she started to move, she felt someone grabbing her arm and pulling her to the side. She could feel his claws scratching her skin, leaving deep scratches that were slowly beginning to bleed her dark blood that was as red as any humans.

The smell of the blood excited the pack, and she could hear Greyback coming closer, the heavy footfalls of his boots had her trembling with fear. The wolves were growling their content of the tonight's prize falling for their trapped and captured.

Her wand still in her hand and she barely had time to cast a Cutting Spell on the hand that was clamped down on her arm. Leaving her free, she started to run down the road causing excitement to ripple through the Pack at the idea of chasing prey.

Feeling like a deer stuck in headlights, she ran as fast as she could, throwing all of the spells she could think of over her shoulder, trying to stop the pack chasing her, but she was not fast enough. Leaving her to fall on the floor, Greyback swooping in to catch her.

In the next moment, all she could think about was the blood running down her legs and face and the feeling of the bones been crushed in her chest, her breath shortening.

Hermione could sense the Pack's excitement at the sight of her in such pain. She was sure that Dolohov would also find delight in the view.

Greyback flipped her onto her back, while Antonin placed a charm on her to bind her wrists. She was done for, at that very moment, and she knew it. There would be no escaping those bindings.

In the next moment, all she could think about was the blood running down her legs and face, the feeling of the bones in her chest being crashed, her breath shortening.

Hermione could sense the Pack's excitement at the sight of her in such pain. She was sure that Dolohov would also be finding delight in the display.

Greyback left them for a minute to grab the dismembered body of Lee, and she could see the Pack was starting to fall into disarray as they got closer of Lee's body. Knowing what would follow she began to scream, "Leave him, leave him you beast."

The result of that action made Greyback dropping Lee's Body in front her, she could the infected cut, the fever making him pale, the pus freshly crusting on his skin, the discharge marbling his black coat and his bone piercing his skin in different places in his legs and arms. That vision would be one she remembered for the rest of her days.

She hoped that Lee had passed away already, as much as she tried to contain her urge to throw up. Every time she moved her hand the magical tie, got tighter and tighter and the point that her wrist was all bloodiest.

At the moment she looked at Dolohov, she understood why they hadn't killed her yet. She was going to assist to the Pack's feast on her friends and after that whatever remained of her would be brought to Voldemort.

At the exact moment Greyback unleashed his pack, she heard Lee last breath and all she could she was Greyback eating her friend's heart and liver. And for the rest, it was all a red mist of pieces of flesh and blood as the pack was feeding themselves. She could feel tears running on her face, and her breath became erratic, she hoped she would pass away before the end of the macabre feast she encountered tonight.

The last sounds she heard before being unconscious was bones crashing, wolves growling and Dolohov whispering in her ear, "I told you I was going to catch you."

When the Pack finished their meal, he ordered them to clean up after themselves, otherwise, there would be issues with the muggles. When he went to pick up the Mudblood, Dolohov stopped him.

"I am taking her," Antonin said, leaning over to scoop up the girl. "Make sure the mess is cleaned and you will receive your reward from the Lord for assisting in her capture."

And with that final word and a spell Dolohov disappeared into the night with his prize.

One way or the other I will get her, Greyback thought to himself. The Mudblood had been his mudblood ever since Bellatrix had promised her to him all those years ago. He had been waiting patiently since then and to be denied the chance to have her again near drove him mad.

x-x-x

Near the gate of Malfoy Manor, Antonin Dolohov was stood waiting for Thorfinn Rowle to join him. He needed the other Death Eater there before he could take the bitch to his master.

Thorfinn was well known in the circle of Death Eaters to have unfinished business with the bitch laying at his feet.

While waiting for his friend, Antonin rolled himself a cigarette. The smell of it would probably wake up Potter's friend. If there was one thing he could not deny was that the Mudblood was truly a firecracker. He still wondered after all of these years how she had managed to survive his curse. He would figure it out once he started his planned experiments on her and after that, she would be the next feast for Greyback.

For as long as he could remember over the last six years, he had often heard about her from Draco Malfoy. He would be sure to let the young Malfoy have some fun with her once he had had his share.

He heard his friend's arrival in the usual pop that came from someone apparating in.. Turning to look at his friend, he could see the surprise written across his friend's face. He knew it was due to the Mudblood lying at his feet.

"Where did you catch her?" asked Thorfinn.

"Near Croydon, in a small house. Why?" answered Antonin with a question of his own.

"Thought that the Half-blood, the Jordans boy, said she was already in France," murmured Thorfinn, before asking in afterthought, "What happened there to the boy?"

"You know how much Greyback loves to play with his food," Antonin pronounced in a cold tone.

That particular sentence made Thorfinn have some pity for the boy. Even for a Half-blood traitor, Greyback was not a good end for anyone. But his master enjoyed giving pain to people, especially the traitors and it was also a way to keep Greyback's Pack content. Before he could lay a hand on the Mudblood, he was stopped by Lucius Malfoy, who had come to open the gate for them. He had to lower the wards to permit the passage of the Mudblood onto the grounds. Stepping into the well known Malfoy Garden, Antonin was always stunned by the beauty of the place.

Making their way to the entrance, Lucius and Thorfinn left Antonin in the hall, so he could bring the Mudblood to their the office that the Lord made himself from an old salon of Narcissa's. Antonin was surprised to see the Lord's pet on the floor near the fireplace. Unusual, since he was always near their Master's feet. Quickly closing the doors, he left the package on the floor before kneeling to salute his Master.

"My Lord, I have brought you the Mudblood, as requested," said Antonin while bowing.

"Very well done, Antonin. You did not disappoint me, as usual. You will be rewarded, you shall have the mudblood at your disposal after my interrogatory," proclaimed Voldemort

"Thank you Master," answered Antonin.

"Where is Greyback?" asked Voldemort curious to know where is men were.

"I ordered him to clean the mess he has done Master," was the last sentence pronounced by Antonin

Without any more words spoken, his Master sent him away with a wave of his hand. Opening the door he heard the Mudblood gasping at the sight of their master's pet. He knew for sure their Master would have some fun with her.

Joining Thorfinn and Lucius in the dining room, he ordered a firewhisky glasses from closest elf he saw. It was almost breakfast time but he didn't care.

Sitting in the chair near Thorfinn, they listened to Lucius fill them in on the daily news of what was happening in the Wizarding World of Great Britain. When Lucius left the room, it was the signal for Thorfinn and Antonin to finish their previous conversation.

"What happened when you caught her?" asked Thorfinn

"Greyback and his Pack had a feast with the putrid flesh of her friend in front of her and after that, she collapsed," answered Antonin.

"Was the Master happy?" questioned Thorfinn

"You know he has never truly been happy since Nagini's death," murmured Antonin more to himself than to answer his friend.

"I thought he loved his new pet," said Thorfinn

"Not very much but I am sure once he won't be of any use he will transform him into an Inferi," replied Antonin

"Sure. What do you think is going to happen to Granger?" demanded Thorfinn.

"Not sure," answered Antonin with a shrug.

Going back to his thoughts, it was time for him to go home and sleep. Tomorrow they have to start looking for the remaining sections of the resistance in Wales, and he hoped the Mudblood was willing to give them information on them or that would mean he would never be able to experiment on her.

Leaving his friend there, he went back home.

On Thorfinn behalf he wondered what was the Lord doing with the Mudblood, leaving the dining room, he joined Lucius in the cupboard near the Lord's office, to watch through the mirror in the wall.

The Mudblood was maintaining on the floor by the Lord curse as her wrist was cut open, he could see the lust in the Lord pet eyes, he was sure that the following moment we're not going to be pleasant for her.

He could see her clothes getting shred apart, her skin cut in multiple places, the blood running down her skin. But she never spoke about the resistance, he was sure she didn't know anything about them which was going to upset the Lord, condemning her to the worst fate possible, she was going to be locked in with the Lord's pet for days.

On that note, he could hear her scream of agony, which made him smile. The Lord's pet was going to have some fun today.

Leaving the cupboard, he made his way back to the garden, where he encountered Draco.

He had just enough time to let Draco knows that the bitch was there.

x-x-x

Hermione could not feel anything but pain, her lungs were so sore from screaming that she could not breathe properly anymore. Leading her to cry more from that pain. She could see Voldemort turning around her and getting upset cause she did not know anything about the resistance, she presumed that the only person that knew something was Lee.

As Voldemort left the room, she suddenly felt something licking her blood and her wound, she felt his urge against her stomach making her sick, before she could move to stop him. She felt him penetrating her, leaving pain and blood behind him in her cunt, making her cry more, and begging the creature to leave her.

Her supplication made the creature more excited, want more cry and begging from her, more blood, suddenly she felt him biting her shoulder, to get more blood and at the same time ripping apart some skin and flesh, leaving a fresh open wound.

That was just the beginning of her sentence, which was going to be for three days, but that was not known by Hermione yet.

A/ N: This chapter is slightly longer than the other one. Just so you know, I don't have a plan of posting a chapter every day. So far, it would be approximately one/two chapter per week as they are small chapters. We will probably have some flashback next week and some more details on Antonin's experiments.

I hoped I have not lost anyone along the way. What do you want to see in the next chapter?

Lenhan