I just wanna state now obviously this story isn't 100% cannon in main and background events. We'll talk a little more next chapter about whats happening elsewhere in the wizarding world.

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This was the second time she woke up alone in her new little room of concrete, or what she now discovered was just very worn down stone. Someone had laid her down on the bed and covered her with fresh cotton sheets. The blanket around her was unusually warm and soft but she wasn't complaining. Hermione was relived to find that she wasn't dead. Or, at least not yet.

She placed a palm over her stomach, feeling the around through the open cut of cloth. All that seemed to be left was a faded scar around her torso which she trailed her finger on. How was it not still fresh or even scabbed over? She didn't feel any pain at all, how could this be possible? It was almost if it had existed for years, maybe from a traumatic childhood accident. But how could she forget all the blood and flowed out of her…

Much like the first time she woke up here, her clothes were untouched. In a way she wished they weren't because now she had to deal with cleaning out the thick crusted blood off of her work dress. This was a very unfortunate situation. If she were to wash her clothes right now she'd have nothing to wear expect those thin school clothes. It was better just to keep them on for tonight until she could ask for a new dress in the morning. She was sure if she did, he'd just blame her for the mess and probably would make her walk around for the next few days in them.

Hermione rolled her eyes whenever she thought of Lucius scolding her or trying to sound cocky. He was truly a blemish on god's green earth. He took things to far; to slice her open till she passed out was a great case of over reacting. But she supposed he's done far worse and would consider this "taking it easy" on her. She thought about the other people, or rather other women that might have had to endure this too. She was sure there were other women before her, but what if she was a special case…

Light tears gently streamed down her warm cheeks and down her nape. She was finally feeling acceptance to her fate that no one would come for her now. Mr. & Mrs. Granger weren't looking for the daughter they didn't realize they had. Even if someone did notice she was missing they couldn't help her now. Everyone she knew was a non-magic human, so even if they reported Lucius, they'd never find him. Never in her life had she felt so alone. The two beating she received and the discovery of magic was a lot to handle in one day.

Deep within her chest she tried to wail but all that came out was a silent scream that strained her throat. Hermione had finally lost hope and all self-control, beating her anger into a pillow.

"That slimy bastard! How could he? How could he?! How could he…" Her head was pounding from the strain of crying all day. It hurt too much to continue her outburst of tears.

God she hated him so much, like no one else before. She wanted to claw his face of and yank all his hair out. In just a matter of moments he took away her life and freedom. If she had no friends or family that what was she now? A hopeless being forced to slave the rest of their days away?

She almost didn't feel like life was worth living anymore, that she should just give up. But no, she would not let herself die until she knew that he would suffer the rest of his life. "An eye for an eye, a life for a life", the same concept she figured. Once she figured out his weak point she'd tear away that malevolent shell and rip away everything inside.

She was cut away from her thoughts when she heard a bump.

In the outcry of anger against her captor, she didn't notice she wasn't alone in the room. There was something in the corner watching her, but it was hard to see in the dark.

"W-Whos there?"

The only sound made was the sound of little pattering feet on the floor. The figure walked out from the side of the vanity, into the moonlight let through from the window.

"I-It's me Miss."

"Thank goodness, I thought you were that Malfoy man. ...How did you get in?"

"I'm sorry Miss! I-I've only come to leave you a night gown and this b-bag. Ditzy didn't mean to startle you, Ditzy even made sure to apparate so he would not wake you."

She squinted her eyes at Ditzy who was only more than a dark silhouette. He lit up an old candle on that vanity that hadn't been there before. The light didn't entirely fill the room but she could finally see.

"See Miss?" He snapped his small boney fingers and in a blink of an eye he was gone. Not but a second later he was in the bathroom peering out at her.

"Amazing…" she whispered. Her words made his pale skin blush a rose tint.

He waddled up the side of her bed and placed the items on top the sheets. "Here you go Miss." There was a deep green nightgown made of satin and an old bag made of thick recycled cheesecloth wrapped with twine. She unknotted the tie and poured out the contents of the bag in front of her. Inside had been a small boar hair brush, two small bottles labeled "shampoo" and "soap", and a hair tie.

She furrowed her brow looking at these gifts. "I suppose these are from him?" She fiddled with the brush, twisting the handle and tapping it against her palm. Why would he try to give her stuff after being the one to nearly kill her on purpose?

"Yes Miss.-"

"Why? Why is he giving me this stuff?"

"I d-don't know, Miss."

"Well did he say anything at all?" Hermione leaned forward towards Ditzy, making sure he saw deep into her serious yet miserable eyes. "Did he?"

"M-Master said something about how you c-couldn't stay in those bloody clothes, y-you'd get sick. Master also told Ditzy to change the Miss if she was still asleep. He s-said he would have changed you himself, after h-healing you. But Master did not wish to disturb you…"

She cupped her hand over the scar remembering the pain she felt while lying on the floor. "Healed me?" For a moment she thought it was a true act of kindness and regret on his part but no, he probably didn't want to lose his new "toy" so quickly. Someone like him couldn't be stupid enough to just let her die within a few days.

"I-I must go now Miss. Master e-expects me to wait on him."

"Wait."

Hermione popped out of bed and bent down next to him. She gripped her fingers on his clammy thin shoulders, making sure to look him in the eye. His shoulders adjusted shielding himself with his arms. "Please Ditzy, Could you help me get out of here?"

"Wah? No, No, No Miss! Ditzy has strict orders not to let the Misses out!"

"Please, just help me get out from the top of the stairs at least. He'll never know I'm gone, I can make my escape then."

"Ditzy want's to help the Miss, but Ditzy c-cannot. Please forgive Ditzy.."

The light in her eyes died, but quickly reappeared once more as she just hatched a plan. Hopefully it would work and she could get out.

"P-Please let go Miss, Master is calling for D-Ditzy."

"I'm sorry." Her hands slowly came off his shoulders and she backed away gently. "I don't know what I was expecting, thank you anyways." She looked down at him, giving him a weak smile of gratitude. Ditzy gave a guilty smile back to her and nodded.

"I will see you later, Miss" He bowed and lifted his hand to start. As his fingers met, time slowed down all around Hermione. This was her only chance and she must take it. Before the last motion of his fingerers clicked she was already on him.

They both apporated into thin air.

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Lucius took a long gulp of wine from his silver goblet while starring over all these disgusting, uncivilized death eaters. They called themselves purebloods? He expected better from them, yet here they were shoving chicken pie and chocolate cake into their mouths in one bite. Most of all he loathed the way people would howl with drunken laughter with half chewed food spewing onto his dining table. In fact he wondered how some of them could get drunk so quickly in the first place.

But none the less, they were still his company. He had to make do with what he had, being in such high power as himself didn't get him old wizarding war mates that would smoke tobacco and enjoy some whiskey. All Lucius really wanted was a companion as smart and clever as he believed he was, and now he did. She was locked up down below.

The whole night he could not stop thinking about her. How could a Muggle girl be so delicate looking on the outside but filled with such fire on the inside? Lucius would never be able get straight to that smart insightful girl if he didn't tear away her shell. With his guidance he could give her a whole new life of knowledge unattained by any Muggle. The two of them could become powerful.

"Earth to Luciusssss," Bellatrix sang while waving a half-eaten biscuit in Lucius' face.

He recoiled quickly, snapped out of his thoughts. He didn't realize he was staring into space. But now he was brought back into the reality he wished he wasn't in.

"Good god Bellatrix! Manners."

"Sorry, you look like were caught in the gaze of a dementor!" She shoved the rest of the biscuit into her face like an animal. "No need to thank me for saving you!" she laughed a toothy smile of her disgusting rotted teeth. He didn't understand why she showed up to these parties when she was never invited. But there was never stopping Bellatrix from getting what she wanted.

As she filled more ham and chicken onto her plate, he just looked over at where his son should have been. Narcissa hadn't let Draco attend any more dinner parties with the Death Eaters, she didn't trust her sister around him. She would have prevented him from being a Death Eater altogether too, but she wasn't brave enough to stand up to the dark lord. It was true that Lucius felt guilt for bring his son into the word of dark magic but he couldn't change what he had done.

"Don't worry about him, Lucy," said Dolohov as he patted Lucius hard on the back. "You'll see Draco soon, he's coming in a few days for Christmas!" Dolohov was clearly as drunk as Bellatrix. Lucius could smell the pungent scent of alcohol wrapped around every word he spoke. Dolohov pulled his hand back away from Lucius but had dropped his goblet onto the floor. Now the Carpet was stained a deep puce.

Lucius shot him a look of indignant anger but held it back with a sigh. "Ditzy," he called out.

"It was just a mistake," Dolohov said which his head hung low. Lucius ignored him, trying his hardest not to slam Antonin's face into the table. How much more he could take of these unmannerly slobs, he could not tell. But both men noticed something just then. That the rest of the Death Eaters were silent.

Everyone was now staring at the other side of the room where Hermione and Ditzy had apparated. They hit hard with a thump and stumble across the stone and onto the carpet. Ditzy squeezed out from Hermione's grip and reapporated, leaving her all alone in the Lion's den.

She shot her head up to gaze at the people in the room. Just from the look of their drab black clothes and the disheveled state they were in she could tell they weren't going to help. They all looked grotesque, except for Lucius who looked at her with consternation.

Hermione wanted to run, but she was stuck there, glued to the carpet in fear. Everyone waited for Lucius to do or say something but from the silence a shrill voice cried out.

"Well, Well, Well. What do we have hear? A little Hogwarts cretin?" Bellatrix stepped away from the table and slid out her wand. Dolohov joined her while everyone else watched from the table.

"You look a little dirty to be a student don't you?" She pouted her lips, being as sarcastic and flamboyant in her strides closer.

Hermione couldn't look away from her; even if she could run it was too late now. She had to stand her ground.

"Enough, Bellatrix." Lucius got up from the table, "She is my new maid." He looked to her, that face from before was gone and she was welcomed with a familiar look. A look of annoyance, "What are you doing out of your room, Muggle?"

"Muggle? Oh joy, a Muggle!" Bellatrix clapped her hands together and laughed. "You got a Muggle maid!"

Each time Bellatrix spoke he increasingly got angrier. He started toward Hermione but Dolohov stopped him. As he pushed Lucius back he walked forward and crouched down in front of the shivering young girl.

"Well Lucius, I can see we are having some fun here aren't we?" He was examining the large tare in the dress. "And with a Muggle? Scandalous." Dolohov used the tip of his wand into the opening in her dress and moved it around. He slid the wand upwards, making the rip in her dress wider. "I didn't think you'd stoop so low as to fuck a Muggle."

"Don't be so vulgar Antonin, I would never copulate with the likes of a Muggle. The little creature tried killing herself, but I thought I should make her suffer longer." Lucius was ready to rip Dolohov's head right off his shoulders but kept cool.

Dolohov looked at Hermione who was still silent. Looking her up and down, undressing her with his eyes. "Shame she's a Muggel, her body looks ripe…" She couldn't handle it anymore and clawed at Dolohovs face, uncut nails ripping hard into his cheek. She kicked him hard in the gut and scooted back. "You filthy creep!"

Bellatrix shriek loud with laughter, "I like this Muggle, shes courageous for someone with no magic. Where did you find her?" As she jokingly admired Hermione's act of defense, Dolohov drew backwards clenching his cheek, wiping away little droplets of blood. "You little Muggle bitch! C-Crucio!"

Preparing herself from the oncoming spell was a waste of him. It hurt just as badly as the first time. A sea of fire blades tearing through her muscles like butter. Burning hot pain. She cried and screamed loudly, trying to look at Lucius for him to do something. But he did nothing and just watched her flail again. She wasn't in the hands of someone who wanted her alive anymore, but in the hands of a pissed stranger.

Dolohov and Bellatrix laughed their drunk laughter, enjoying her suffering.

"Enough Dolohov, I need her alive." Lucius pushed his hand down on Dolohov's.

Dolohov lifted the curse, "Alright, Alright" Ah what relief for the poor girl. She could have stayed counties and fought it but she didn't want to be awake anymore. She'd rather not know what happened next. So she laid very still, letting their bickering voices fade into nothing.

The last thing she saw that night was Lucius hard face fading away from her.