The room was dark, damp. A woman with dark, curly, uncontrollable hair was laying on top of me, shouting at me.

"WHAT ELSE DID YOU TAKE!" she screeched.

"Nothing," I whimpered in fear. "Please-please-"

"Lies! Crucio!" She shouted.

I screamed, convulsing violantly. She cackled.

"WHAT ELSE DID YOU STEAL FROM MY VAULT!"

"Nothing, I swear," I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. "I didn't take anything-"

She hissed, not satisfied and attacked yet again. I braced myself for the wand to assault my body with the Cruciatus Curse, but was shocked when an intense pain went shooting up my arm. I opened my eyes quickly to see Bellatrix concentrating on digging her dagger - which showed up out of nowhere - into my arm, carving something.

"TELL ME MUDBLOOD!" she demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" I whimpered as she dug her nails into the fresh wound.

"THE SWORD! WHERE DID YOU GET IT!"

"It's a fake!" I cried suddenly, desperate. "The swords a fake, I swear. I swear," I felt my breath come out in gasps as she stood suddenly.

"Fetch the Goblin! NOW!" She shrieked at someone out of my eyesight.

I felt tears stream from my eyes as she released her hand from my arm and stared up at the chandelier above me.

"If I find out you're lying, Mudblood," Bellatrix whispered to me, menacingly, and getting in my face again, "Then you are so dead. And if you're telling the truth, I'm going to kill you even more painfully than you can imagi-"

"Hermione, wake up!" George's voice called. I looked around and Bellatrix's eyes flashed as she kept talking, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I didn't know if I wanted to. "HERMIONE!"

I woke with a start. I could tell my skin was clammy and my nightgown clung to me due to the sweat. I was breathing deeply, and my limbs ached. I hadn't taken my potions lately.

"Hermione?"

I jumped and grabbed my wand, pressing it under the intruder's throat. My eyes adjusted to the light and I noticed the red hair. I lowered the wand, "Oh." I sighed, "I'm so sorry. I-"

"What happened? A bad dream?"

I nodded slowly, "Yeah..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" George asked quietly.

I shook my head, avoiding his eyes, "No. I, uh, I haven't had a bad dream in ages. It's... nothing."

"What was it?"

"Memories," I replied evasively.

"Of Bellatrix."

My eyes flickered to his in surprise, "How did you-" I quickly shook my head, "No."

His fingers closed around my left arm and I flinched. I still felt the pain if it was pressed on. He had squeezed it lightly. "She did this."

I avoided his gaze, "No, of course no-"

"Stop lying," George said harshly.

I flinched slightly, but hid it well. "Yes."

"When?"

"At Malfoy Manor," I whispered, tears briming my eyes.

"How could you stand to even be near Malfoy?"

"He didn't do this to me, George," I insisted. "It was Bellatrix. If anything, Draco Malfoy saved Harry's life."

"Saved Potter's life?" George asked quietly.

I bit my lip, knowing I had said to much, "We were captured. Malfoy had to identify us. He didn't. He stalled for us. Giving us more time to think of an escape. I was questioned first, and last," I told him. "Bellatrix was the investigator."

"How did you escape her?" George asked, squeezing my arm. I winced again. "She leaves no survivors."

"I got lucky," I murmured. "Ron, Harry, and Dobby distracted her. They apparated away and we landed at Bill and Fleur's. I was in shock, really."

"How did she get you in the first place?"

I swallowed, "Snatchers," I muttered.

His eyes bulged, "Bloody hell! Your name could have been announced on the radio! Ron! And Harry's!"

"And Luna's," I continued. "And Olivander's..."

"You were with them?" George gasped. "Bloody hell!'

"Language," I scolded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't need to know," I stressed. "I-I want to go back to bed."

He nodded, and I fell back onto the pillows, "Are you sure you're okay? Your arm is shaking."

I nodded, "I'm positive." It wasn't convincing, but George didn't push it. He placed a kiss to my temple as I turned and rested on my side. "Goodnight, George."

"Night, Hermy."

I just smirked, not commenting. Hermy...nice. And sleep came yet again.

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-Nastya