Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. One can wish though.

AN: Revised.

Immoral Light

Sweet Sacrifice

Hermione laid the bed, thoughts of Bellatrix flooding her. They had been hiding their "relationship" for quite some time. She smirked at the thought; relationship. She would not quite call it that. Bellatrix may not be her "Mistress" and she may not be Bellatrix's "slave" but their relations would not classify as a stable relationship. No, not one bit.

"Hermione, can I come in?"

Harry's voice from outside of the door, broke her thoughts.

She sat up, taking a breath. "Come in Harry." She already knew what he wanted. As Harry sat next to her on the bed, he confirmed her speculations.

"Hermione, are...are you OK."

"Harry, I'm fine honest."

"You don't look fine." Harry countered.

"I could say the same for you. Harry, we all are going through a lot right now. Some things take a toll on me but I'm not going to give in." Hermione assured him, throwing in a forced smile.

He didn't press on. "OK. Well, I'm going to go down for dinner you should join us."

"I'm a little tired I think I'm going to head to sleep, but save me some food OK."

He nodded than stood up, placing his hand on Hermione's shoulder. "If you need me-"

"I know Harry, and thanks."

He gave a small smile than went down stairs closing the door behind him.

Hermione let out a small sigh s she leaned back on the bed. She knew everyone was worried about her, especially now. The Order had finally "rescued" her from Bellatrix two weeks prior to today. Since then, she had kept in contact with Bellatrix still keeping up with their plan. Midnight was when they usually were together. She had some time to wait. She wondered what Bellatrix was doing at this point. Knowing her she was probably torturing an innocent person or graveling at Voldemort's feet. She could only imagine. That was all she could do; imagine. Lately Bellatrix was always on the move. She was now so distant and indirect. Even at their safe house she was on edge. But what did she expect? She was not dealing with any witch. No, she was in the clutch of Bellatrix Lestrange. Clutch? No, she could easily walk away. She could tell the Order. With everything Bellatrix has taught her in the time she was captured she could have defied Bellatrix but she knew that she wouldn't. It's funny how things play out, isn't it? For years Hermione has fought along side of Harry, but now she is against him. She is plotting against the very people she owed her life to. Why? Why is it that Bellatrix has this hold on her? During her captivity the dark witch had filled her head up with what Bellatrix pegged as logic. Her logic of course was not typical nor rational. Hermione was smart yet Bellatrix "logic" made sense to her. With Bellatrix guidance she is now more powerful. She is such a different person. Her hands, once caring and innocent are now stained with blood. Her first kill was none other than Rodolphus Lestrange. She of course was egged on by Bellatrix to kill him, but what could you expect, she had after all killed her own cousin. Yes, so much has changed since she met Bellatrix Lestrange. She is no longer the bookworm or the sidekick. She now has knowledge and power; Absolute power…

"Night Hermione," Ron's voice sounded. Hermione quickly sat up. "Hermione!"

"Leave her alone Ron, she is probably sleep." She heard Ginny say outside the door. "After all its after midnight."

Their voices grew faint as they went their separate ways. Hermione glanced at the clock beside her, it was half pass two. Half passed two and she had not received anything from Bellatrix. Hermione decided to go to her. She got up and clutched her wand and cloak and disaparated.

As soon as she touched ground she felt a glooming feeling. She moved her feet toward the safe house. Nothing could prepare herself for the sight she laid eyes upon.

"Oh my…" Words escaped her as she saw the very place she and Bellatrix stayed burn down.

She froze in shock at the site before her. Too shock to realize arms around her that was until she felt a familiar tug in her stomach. As soon as her knees hit the cold floor she grabbed her wand.

"Put your wand away." Bellatrix voice echoed thru her ears behind her.

Hermione quickly turned around and gasp as she saw Bellatrix beaten and bloody body. "Bella?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." She said as she tried to get up.

"What happen?"

"I had to get this" Bellatrix replied showing Hermione a locket.

"A locket, you risked your life for a locket." Hermione said in disbelief.

"This is the key, this is the way. This locket decides the fate of us all."

"What happen?" I asked looking around. "Where are we?"

"A muggle's place, far from the safe house and far from your friends."

"Bella, what is going on."

"Show me your arm." The dark witch quickly said grabbing Hermione's arm and pulling it to her. "Why did you leave? If I was not there you would have been killed."

"I was worried about you, and I had good reason to be, Bellatrix what happen to you, who did this?"

"I betrayed him Hermione and now he is after me."

"Voldemort-."

"Don't, don't say his name. Hermione, this may be the last time I get to see you."

Hermione shook her head, taking a step forward.

"Yes, Hermione you know what you have to do."

"I know."

"Trust no one Hermione, no one-."

She was cut off by a loud noise followed by a gust of hot air that filled the room.

Everything was happening so fast. She didn't know what was happening until her mark began to burn.

"You got to get out of here, he doesn't know about you but if you stay, you will die with me." She said placing the locket in Hermione's trembling hands.

"I'm not leaving you Bella-."

Bellatrix pushed the young girl away. "Go!"

"Take my wand Bella."

"No, Hermione just leave!"

It seemed like all the air was being sucked from her lungs. In the corner of the room, a figure appeared and began to take shape. She was going to die here if she did not leave. Voldemort finally appeared along with three death eaters Bellatrix pushed Hermione back into a cupboard shielding her from view.

"You have betrayed me." He raised his arm, his wand pointed at Bellatrix. "Where is the locket?"

Bellatrix did not answer. She was devising a plan in her head, hoping to get out of here with Hermione alive.

"Answer me!"

Hermione heart was racing as she too was trying to plan their escape. She tried to get closer but accidently knocked over a vase.

"Who else is here?" Voldemort hissed.

Bellatrix mentally cursed Hermione.

A death eater locked eyes on Hermione as she kneeled to conceil her where a bouts. He raised his wand but Hermione swiftly sent out the deadly curse square in the chest.

Voldemort, full of rage, sent a curse in Hermione's direction but she quickly dodged it, giving up her position. Her mind was racing as she tried to gather her thoughts but it was too late…

"Avada Kedavra!"

"No!"

It happen in an instant. As the venomous curse flew Hermione's way, Bellatrix jolted in her direction. With a cry, she shielded Hermione. Her eyes met the young witch as the curse hit her in the back. Within seconds Bellatrix body grew rigid.

The ultimate sacrifice…

Hermione shook as she felt Bellatrix slip away. It was not until Voldemort yelled another curse in their direction did she apparate with Bellatrix lifeless body in her frail arms.