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Fred's POV
I raced through the great halls and corridors, the cloak floating around me as I ran. My feet weren't covered as the cloak was too small for me, but no one seemed to notice a pair of feet running around. I dodged the death eaters as I ran, listening for cries or shouts from Hermione. The manor seemed never ending and Hermione's named appeared nowhere on the map. With every door I passed, I heard no shouts or pleas. Where was Hermione? She had to be in the manor. I could feel it! Finally, I heard a shout, but it was a shout of pain. Without a moment's hesitation I ran there checking the new map every so often as her name had finally appeared.
Hermione's POV
"Draco Malfoy?" I whispered.
In front of me stood a tall, blonde Slytherin. But he looked different, he looked scared and unsure.
"I never allowed you to talk, Mudblood!" he spat a look of disgust on his face.
I was locked in a small cage, no room for my legs and with my back bent double. As he approached I reached for my wand, only to be remembered that I didn't have it anymore. My clothes were ripped and stained and my hair and face had cuts and dry blood lingered here and there.
From under his robes, Malfoy took a knife out, a knife I knew only too well. It was full of dark magic and he'd already used it on me before. The blade was designed to cut through the flesh and leave an ever-lasting pain. I had a scar in the shape of an M on my collarbone, which Draco had carved in me using the same knife he was holding. Every time I felt a strong emotion, whether good or bad, I would feel the scar open up and a stabbing pain would race through me.
So when I saw him take the knife out I whimpered and covered my scar as best I could. He just laughed and with a small swish of his wand, he bound my feet and hands together.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
I felt my body go rigid, but I was still very much awake. The cage vanished and Draco was now so close that I could feel his breath on my neck. He passed the blade over the M and carved a U right next to it. The pain became so unbearable that I felt like I could pass out. My bones were aching and, even after he released me from the spell, I couldn't move. I cried out in pain as yet another letter was carved in my flesh. MUD was now inscribed in me.
"No need to put "blood" there, the knife has been modified so that your wound will always bleed. Want to see Granger?"
So he waved the bit of wood that he had in his hand and the wounds seemed to open and a hot sticky substance trickled down from them. This was even worse than the cruciatus curse and after a few minutes, I passed out.
Fred's POV
There, on the map, was Hermione's name. Next to her, Draco Malfoy, this couldn't be good. Another cry of pain and I started getting dizzy. At last, I reached the door that would lead me into the room where Hermione was being held captive. In this part of the manor there wasn't anyone so I took the cape off and got my wand ready.
"Alohomora." I whispered and the door opened gently without making a sound.
From where I was standing, I could see Draco's back and Hermione was lying unconscious on the floor, her face showing nothing but fatigue and strength at the same time. Seeing her like this gave me a feeling of fury.
"Stupefy!"
Draco didn't even have the time to turn around and he fell to the floor. I rushed to Hermione's side, grabbed her in my arms and disapparated to the Burrow. We were both safe for now.