I am thinking the first year is going to be wrapped up in the next three chapters. Then the summer time, and then we'll see if I wanna go to 2nd year, or maybe skip ahead. What do you all think? Year by year, or maybe skip some more?
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Boot and Corner had left the common room early to welcome back Goldstein from the train before dinner while Malfoy and Granger sat at their House tables-back to the old way, Hermione didn't really like the idea of having to sit with her House now, because she didn't really have any close friends like she did with the Ravenclaw trio she had gotten to know very well over the two weeks. Also; the idea of sitting close to Ronald Wealsey was enough to put her off her appetite. Hermione sighed, dejectedly, and decided she would petition the Headmaster about dividing the tables up by year, if the tables needed to be divided at all. Her primary school didn't have this sort of segregation. It was ridiculous!
The quiet peace in the Great Hall that Hermione had gotten used to was devoured once the Great Hall doors opened and all of the returning students paraded inside. Hermione forced herself to read the lines of her book, but the noise was quite the distraction. When she gave up on her book, she glanced over her shoulder to see Draco in a similar state of unrest, he had a scowl on his face but as she followed his gaze, she spotted her fellow Gryffindors making a bee line for her general vicinity. Potter sat on her left, Neville directly across from her, and Weasley sat to Neville's right, putting him at a diagonal to her. She pressed her lips together, waiting for him to say something scathing, but he simply forced a smile in her direction and turned his body to the side, clearly ignoring her. She hardly considered that an improvement of behavior, but it was something. Hermione arched a questioning eyebrow towards Harry, who gave her a small smile.
"He is under direct orders to be civil, to everyone. If any one of us reports something different to his parents, then he doesn't get to go to the Quidditch World Cup this summer." Potter explained his behavior to her with a grin. Hermione scowled faintly and he looked questioningly at her.
"You guys aren't the only ones going is all. Waste of time, really. And dangerous! It is not sensible to fly around so high in the air with buggers flying at you!" Hermione ranted Harry, Neville, and-despite his attempt to be silent-Ron all laughed.
"They are called Bludgers, Granger. Bludgers," Harry informed her. She rolled her eyes in exasperation, she couldn't care less, really.
"How was your Christmas?" She asked, not completely interested, but she was faintly surprised they were being so nice to her, so she didn't want to do anything nasty to ruin it. She glanced over her shoulder (having to move some hair out of the way first) to see Draco in a very animated conversation with Goldstein, Boot, and Corner about Quidditch. She rolled her eyes again, she was never going to escape it.
"Fantastic, we all spent it at my uncle's house and played in the snow and everything. It was super fun," Harry smiled lightly. Neville nodded and he took an orb out of his pocket and showed Hermione.
"I got this Rememberall. It turns red when I've forgotten something," just as he explained it, a cloud of red filled inside the glass device and Hermione watched curiously. He furrowed his eyebrows at her as he thought and then grinned like a fool.
"I was going to ask you how your Christmas was! Silly me," Neville touched his forehead and waved his hand as a gesture of his frazzled thoughts. Hermione grinned kindheartedly. As much as she missed her parents, she had a splendid time.
She simply said, "brilliant." Neville was obviously going to ask her to explain further, yet Dumbledore called attention for silence, with the use of the Sonorus charm-Hermione had researched the spell the first chance she had gotten after the welcoming feast and had yet to try it out, yet it seemed very simple. Then again...so did the Oppungo spell.
"I wish to welcome everyone back to Hogwarts School after the Christmas Break, and I hope everyone had a respectful amount of candy," he paused for the slight wave of laughter, "I have a few announcements before we begin the feast. As everyone is aware of the tragedy that struck the people of Hogsmeade over the break, there has been security measures put in place, in both the village and in these walls. As a precautionary measure, all trips to Hogsmeade for the rest of the year are cancelled." The groan that erupted from the older students was heart breaking. Hermione noticed a few upset professors as well. "It is only a temporary measure and as soon as the Ministry, and the faculty at Hogwarts, are absolutely certain of your safety, the trips will be reinstated. Furthermore, Hogwarts Grounds will be home to a few guards from Azkaban-" the upset sounds filled the hall once again, and Dumbledore held his hands up to try and calm everyone down. "The Dementors will not be permitted inside the castle grounds, unless any dangerous characters somehow make their way inside. They are here for our protection. If all goes well, we shouldn't be aware of their presence at all." Dumbledore gestured, then, to his left where Severus Snape was seated. He glanced around the room, his eyes lingering on Hermione, and Draco, before they scoped the room again.
"Over the break, a brilliant idea occurred to me-" Dumbledore's twinkling eyes were looking at Hermione as he said this, "a Dueling Club has been started by our very own Severus Snape. Signups are open to all students. Posters are dispensed outside most classrooms, where more information is found. On another note, any students found dueling or exchanging in spells, curses, jinxes, hexes, or charms with other students will face severe punishment. It is a time we face, that we must come together, and share in our strengths and weaknesses. Where we must be able to depend on each other for support, and for safety." Dumbledore drew in a breath and smiled to everyone.
"I would now like to welcome someone most of you should know," he gestured to a woman with bright purple hair in a strange crimson cloak. She got to her feet and waved meekly at everyone. The oldest students let out raucous laughter. "This is Nymphadora Tonks, and she will be Professor Alastor Moody's teacher assistant for the rest of the term. I am aware that the seventh and sixth years know Miss Tonks very well, but she is not longer your classmate, but one of your instructors now. She has the power to add and remove house points, assign detentions, and will fill in class for Alastor, if he is unable to attend." She waved at everyone and sat down. Hermione noticed a few students wave back at her; Harry, Neville, and Ron included.
"Without further ado, left the feast begin!" With a clap of his hands the food filled the tables and Hermione hungrily filled her plate.
"It seems like you know Miss Tonks?" Hermione asked looking between them. Harry nodded faintly as he had just bit into a turkey leg. Neville's mouth was full as well. She had to wait until one of them emptied their mouth, because it seemed like Ron wasn't going to say anything at all.
"She is my uncle's niece, and came to visit over the break as well," Harry said.
"Then wouldn't you just be her cousin?" Hermione asked, confused. Harry grinned knowingly, and shook his head.
"Well, I suppose I am related to her very distantly-all pureblood families are if you go back far enough and my dad is one-but I call Sirius Black my uncle, but really he is just my godfather, but my dad and him are really close, like brothers. My father was an only child and my mother was muggle born, but her sister and parents never wanted anything to do with my mother after she got out of Hogwarts." That was upsetting to hear, but as far as Hermione knew, her parents were very accepting of her. "But Tonks is really the niece of Sirius. Well, his cousin's daughter. Is that a niece, or second cousin?" Harry asked her, curiously, because he still wasn't sure. Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
"Both of my parents are only children," Hermione never had to learn the family tree mess.
"Do you think you are going to join the Dueling Club, Granger?" Neville asked her. She smiled in his direction, she wasn't sure if they would think she was being conceited if she told them it was her idea. It was, but she didn't want to boast.
"Professor Snape started it over the break, as a sort of trial, and I was the first one to sign up," she bent the truth a little. Neville nodded.
"See, I am not surprised by that one bit. I was almost expecting for you to say it was your idea!" Neville grinned, and Hermione couldn't help a little laugh. Ron rudely snorted at the idea, but no scathing remark followed it. Hermione eyed him, almost challenging him to say something. She could confidently threaten him with six different hexes he had never heard of (well probably never heard of, she knew how big his family was).
"It has been really fun. Malfoy, Boot, and Corner and I have been working at it nonstop-well we had these last two days off, and Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I think the three of you should join." She looked between the three Gryffindors around her, and also noticed Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, and Lavender Brown were also listening.
"Professor Snape is a very good Dueling teacher," Hermione continued when no one moved to speak, "we've gone over the Stunning Spell, and the Shield Charm mainly, but he encourages us to try ones we learn on our own-within reason." She flushed a little at her embarrassing run in with the Oppungo spell.
"Do you think he will separate everyone by year, after everyone signs up? I mean everyone is, no doubt there. So it wouldn't make sense if everyone met at the same time. That's just not safe," Harry asked and Hermione had to admit that she hadn't thought of that. She gave a small shrug.
"So far, we have just been meeting in the Potions classroom, but now I think we'll meet somewhere else. The information should be on the posters. So, why is Miss Tonk's hair purple?" Hermione changed gears, in that way she always did. It took a moment for Harry and Neville to realize she had asked a question at all.
"She is a metamorphagus." Hermione's eyes widened at the word she had never heard before, "it's a born magical ability that she can change her appearance at will, her hair, face, height...anything." Harry was really impressed, and Hermione was only bothered that she hadn't read anything about it yet. Harry seemed to sense the origin of her distress, "it's really rare, like really rare. Like, almost as rare as being a Parselmouth."
"That's the ability to talk to snakes, right? Salazar Slytherin was one, and so were his descendants, who theoretically no longer exist, except Lord Voldemort could talk to snakes, right?" Hermione had first come across the Parselmouth ability in Hogwarts; A History, and then in later came across it again in the Pureblood Directory that Cantankerus Nott had put together in the 1930s. Oddly enough, the Hogwarts Library only has one and it is hard to find it still on the shelf-many students seem to trouble themselves with 'blood purity.' She didn't really understand why, honestly.
"Yeah, but that's just because he is an evil bastard," Ron spoke up for the first time. Hermione cast a look at him, her noise pointed up slightly at his use of language, but she didn't say anything.
"There isn't any history of him, before he started his blood war, you know. No mention of Voldemort, anywhere. Not even in the Hogwarts juvenile records," Neville said conspiratorially. Hermione didn't believe that for a moment, there is always a trace of record, somewhere, right? They just didn't know the library like she did.
"Can we talk about something else, please?" Harry said, looking between his friends, "He is over and done with, and we shouldn't bother ourselves with the past like that. It's not like he can rise from the dead, now is it?" Hermione and Neville exchanged a look, which to others could seem like a cursory glance, but Hermione and Neville both knew they were going to find out where Lord Voldemort came from.
The rest of the feast was full of the boys rabbiting on about Quidditch, and Hermione periodically rolling her eyes while she read from one of her Christmas books, she had already finished reading two of them. When they were well stuffed and had nothing left to talk about, they left for the Gryffindor tower. Hermione held herself back in the Great Hall, to speak to her friends before they left for bed.
Yet when she turned around to talk to them, they had already left for the night. Hermione glanced around, seeing how empty the Hall was. She shook the sinking feeling in her stomach-they probably tried to get her attention and she didn't hear them or something like that. They didn't just leave without talking to her.
She walked back to Gryffindor Tower alone, with her chin resting on the book she held fast to her chest, her eyes were downcast so she didn't see the person that just rounded the corner until she smacked into them. She had been taken by surprise-as was the person she bumped into-that she fell flat onto her bottom. She gasped at the pain that shot up from her tailbone, but it was either drop the book to catch herself or take the full impact. Her book was still safely clutched into her hands. She looked up at the person she walked into; a tall and hulking Slytherin with horrid teeth.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking," she said through the pain in her bottom and lower back, as she got to her feet. The Slytherin was by himself, but he still laughed and pushed her back down.
"You need to stay in your place, you filth mudblood," he ground out as he spat at her feet and then walked around her. She stared at the glob of mucus and tears came to her eyes, unbidden. She bit into her lip to stop herself from crying even more, but the unexplained hurt she felt by being left behind by her Ravenclaw friends, and that Slytherin's hurtful words were too much for the eleven year old, and she started to cry in the middle of the corridor.
Someone sat down next to her and put their arm around her. She flinched and looked to see who it was, for she had hidden her face behind her book that was clenched almost painfully to her chest. "It's okay, Granger." It was one of the Weasley twins. He gave her a sideways smile and noticed the mucus on the floor. He was clever enough to know it wasn't hers. He sighed a little and then helped her to her feet. "Need to go to the hospital wing?" He asked with an arched eyebrow, she couldn't find her voice so she just shook her head.
"Alright. Let's go get something sweet to eat." The twin, whichever it was, said with a smile. Hermione didn't have it in her to deny this nice treatment from him and allowed him to steer her through the corridors and stairs, they took such a twisting route that she lost her bearings.
"Wh-where are we going?" Her voice faltered at first, but she set her jaw and refused to cry anymore. It helped slightly.
"The kitchens, of course," he said, like it was obvious. Hermione didn't think students were allowed in the Kitchen, or knew where it was. Her bible, Hogwarts; A History didn't mention much about it, only that it existed and was run completely without wizard interference. What did that even mean? If wizards didn't prepare the meals, then who did?
They came to a portrait of fruit. Hermione recognized it, and believed that put them on the fifth floor, but she wasn't certain. He reached forward and tickled the pair and the portrait swung open, much like the Pink Lady does for the Gryffindor common room. Inside, Hermione wasn't prepared for what she saw.
Little tan creatures with big eyes and even bigger ears wandered around the huge room-with five tables just like the Great Hall-taking plates full of food to bins, and sinks, and then taking clean dishes and stowing them away. Her eyes widened considerably as they drank in the scene.
"Who are they?" The little Gryffindor girl asked. Fred smiled down at her with a slight laugh. The fact she asked who, and not what was not missed by him.
"We call them House Elves, and they serve wizarding family's, though of course they help out here at Hogwarts as well, they make the food, clean the clothes, and tidy up everything." One seemed to recognize the Weasley twin and waved happily at him, then dashed away. When she? Maybe? Hermione couldn't tell gender, really-came back, she had a small plate piled high with a lot of different desserts, some were from dinner, others Hermione had never seen before. She smiled and thanked the House Elf, so sincerely, that the little thing squeaked and stammered out a ,"you're ever so welcome Miss." The elf waved at Fred and then disappeared again amidst all the other busy elves. He then put his arm around her again and then steered her back out into the corridor, balancing the plate on his palm.
Amazingly, they made it back to Gryffindor Tower without meeting a teacher, or even taking the Grand Staircase-she hadn't thought there were other stairwells, but he informed her they were the stairs that the elves took sometimes, discreetly hidden from the traffic flow of the students. Inside the common room, it was empty. The two sat on the floor in front of the fire and nibbled on the snacks.
"Wanna talk about it?" He finally said. Hermione sighed and shrugged.
"It was...well it was just the way he said what he said that bothered me so bad. He wasn't just saying the insult, he meant every word of it. He is so full of hatred, for no reason." Tears threatened her eyes and she let out a deep sigh and refused to cry again.
"People are like that, Granger. The Pureblood families-I mean not all of them, like the Longbottom's and the Weasley's- believe that only those of 'pure blood' deserve the magic they are born with."
"That's ridiculous," she spluttered. She had heard it before, but she had believed-well hoped-that it wasn't as bad as it wounded. She realized now how bad it was. She had bumped into him and apologized, but he had such a mindset about it, he had to be nasty. It was cruel and unfair. The Wealsey twin patted her head and pushed the plate toward her.
"Do you know who it was?" He asked curiously. Granger shrugged.
"A Slytherin boy, really tall, dark hair and bad teeth."
"How bad?" He asked, the way he tilted his head led her to believe he knew who it was.
"Really really bad." He nodded and then patted her on the head again.
"Have a good night," he said and then he just went up to bed. Hermione watched him go, a little puzzled. She shrugged eventually and went back to looking into the fire, with her feet tucked around her. She decreased the pile of delicious treats as the night went on, and somehow managed to fall asleep in her position, her back to the couch with her head drooped slightly to the left, resting on the couch.
She barely moved. Her objective wasn't to get done quickly, it was to not be discovered. She had time, she just needed to keep her head. She barely breathed, barely moved. She knew that she was completely invisible, but she didn't want to even stir the air. She took ten minutes to move down a hallway she had walked ten thousand times in seconds. The hallway was silent. It was the middle of the day. She knew this would be the time to do it, despite the arguments from the others.
But they didn't know their habits like she did. Most would be passed out drunk, or off somewhere causing problems to muggles. At the open archway to the sitting room, she gave pause. Lucious was sitting in the arm chair, his eyes were staring through the crest on the wall, though his mind was elsewhere. This was her first look at him in over ten years.
He was half the person he was before. His hair was not blond anymore, but a dead white with gray riddled throughout. It was shaggy and unkempt. His once handsome face was sallow and sunken in. Patches of his face were yellowed, and his lips were thin and cracked. She saw scars all about him, on his face neck and arms, but he still held himself like he owned the world. Not even Azkaban could take away his arrogance. She tried to picture him as the person she fell in love with during their time at Hogwarts. He always stood tall and looked down his nose at everyone. By his fifth year, he was taller than their professors and he looked down at them as well. He taught her the importance of self-image, and the two of them would walk about the school as they owned the place, giving people insults like others did smiles.
Looking back, she wasn't proud of it. She had been so stupid. She should have seen what his heart was really like-black and rotten. He wasn't just putting up an image to intimidate people, he really believed all those things about subjugation. A lot of their fellow classmates-her own sister-believed along with him and after they graduated, they got the Dark Mark for their Lord. Narcissa was able to avoid getting the Dark Mark when she discovered her pregnancy with Draco, and was able to get out of doing anything she didn't want to do by pretending she was sick to her stomach, or something was swollen and painful. Lucius gave her a wide berth, and continued doing his silly Death Eater things. Once Draco was born, Lucius held him twice. The day he was born, and the day of the Last Battle, where Voldemort was killed. Draco had been only a year old, when he died. Narcissa swore to herself, as she sat in the Wizengamot of Lucius' trial, that Draco would never be where his father was. He was never going to be so twisted by evil he couldn't see reason, or so blindly devoted to someone with no real emotion-no passion. Lord Voldemort only had a fondness of killing muggles and half bloods because of his own blood status-Tom Riddle was a half-blood.
She raised Draco differently. He wouldn't believe in the blood supremacy that she was raised with, or married into. He would marry for love, not for a need to stay 'pure.' He would have a family who loved him, and he would never go to Azkaban. He was good. When he had sent her the letter that he had been put in Ravenclaw, she had cried for three days.
It was proof. Proof that she did something right. Draco would be what she gave to the world. Not her stupid choices during her school days, not being married to Lucius. She felt a tear slip down her cheek at the pride she had welling inside, as she always did for her boy, but she had to remain calm or her breathing could change, and then Lucius would hear it.
Narcissa had told herself before she apparated that if Lucius was the one to stand between her and finishing this, then she was going to kill him. She would ease his suffering. Looking at the state he was in didn't make the decision even easier. She did feel sorry for him, though. She pitied him. He was not better than anyone after spending Draco's life in prison, slowly rotting away until it is decided for him to receive the Kiss. She slowly-painfully slowly-slipped her hand inside her cloak and withdrew her wand, ready to finish the mission. The vials of blood were in her other pocket and all she had to do was drip them onto the crest and then she could leave. She didn't have to stay for the battle if she didn't want to.
She had the killing curse ready, when her past stopped her. This man-no matter how pitiful and decrepid-didn't deserve to die without a chance to defend himself. She couldn't risk him discovering her here, but...well once the Aurors arrive it would be a different story. Instead, she prepared to cast the bewitched sleeping spell. She raised her wand, no long being covered by the cloak but she was behind him, so it didn't matter.
The sleeping spell left her wand without a word passing through her lips. The spell hit him in the back of the head, which lulled to the side. A surprised laugh escaped his lips before the spell took him and faint snores filled the room. With a few flicks of her wand and different spells, the vials of blood moved through the air from her pocket and deposited their contents upon the Malfoy Crest above the fireplace. As soon as the blood contacted the surface, the crest flickered, as if waking up, and the blood was soaked into the metal as if water and paper. She took back the vials and disapparated.
Back at Grimmuald Place, she drew off the cloak and walked through the dark and solemn first hallway, to find the Order adults in the kitchen. She set the folded cloak onto the table, her eyes glancing at Potter, wondering where he procured such a thing, but only said, "it is done."
"Do you know how many are in the house?" Remus Lupin asked her, she glanced at him with a dark look.
"Excuse me for not taking a tour and opening all the doors. Lucius is the only one I saw, who is asleep in the sitting room. The house is ready to infiltrate at any time." She placed all the vials of blood onto the table top. "Is that everything?"
Andromeda and Sirius were next to her, then, a pleading look in her eyes. "You want me to go as well." She wasn't stupid, she had a feeling they would want her there to lead them through the manse. Andromeda had been there before, but she didn't know the place like Narcissa did. At first, Andromeda had refused to participate, but damn Potter only had to mention her daughter once, and Andromeda was ready to be sworn into the Order. Narcissa hadn't been prepared for this. She had already put herself in danger's way once. Her chances of coming out again were not the same. She had been a key witness to a lot of the Death Eater's prosecutions, and they would not let her off easy. She clenched her jaw, and thought of Draco.
If she didn't help, the Death Eaters—Lucius—might go after him. Might try to claim him.
She could not let that happen. With a clenched jaw, she nodded faintly. In vivid detail, she explained the layout of the house to everyone, all levels, and then drew a map with her wand in the air. If they managed to get in quietly, they would be able to find many sleeping at this time and could take them out with no collateral damage.
Narcissa was still worried about the fall out. What would happen after this nest of Death Eaters is poked? The kidnapping of the Honeyduke shop owners was pretty forward for them, for not even being at full strength after Azkaban. How reckless were they willing to be with slighter numbers? Narcissa didn't like having these questions with no answers, but there were lots of things about this world that she didn't like.
"Very well. Narcissa, please, lead the way." She disapparated silently, and the others followed with varying volumes of crackling.
It had begun.
The Aurors arrived in teams inside the Malfoy manor. James, Sirius, Frank, and Alice were in the first team and headed for the bedrooms on the second and third floors. Remus, Kingsley, Lily, and Andromeda were second, and would be in charge of the ground floor. Then the Aurors from the ministry were in charge of the basement and dungeon levels. Narcissa led this team; their main goal was to get anyone taken hostage out of the dungeon, and then work back up to the other teams, if they were needed.
James and Sirius entered each bedroom with their backs to one another, Frank and Alice also worked in a similar fashion, though they also held hands. The first few bedrooms held sleeping Death Eaters, some were with their wives. The Aurors were not there to kill, but to take back into custody, so they stunned them, bound them, and took their wands from them. By the time they reached the end of the hallway of the second floor, they had twelve wands. The third floor did not go so easily.
Bellatrix Lestrange was standing in the hallway, on her way to the lavatory, when she caught sign of Potter. She let out a shrill scream that lasted until Sirius knocked her unconscious, but it did its job. Death Eaters poured into the hallways, wands raised. The four Aurors spread abreast and slowly gained ground in the hallway. Alice used defensive spells only, to protect them from the killing curses being sent their way, while the other three kept up a steady stream of stunning spells. Green and red light were nearly constantly dancing from one end of the hallway to the next.
With four Death eaters stunned, and one dead (one of the killing curses that Alice reflected hit the caster), the other five disapparated. James collected the wands of the four they managed to stun, and the dead one's. After they stowed the wands away, they searched through each of the rooms quickly, and found no one else there. They descended the steps then, to rejoin the others.
On the bottom floor, Remus and Lily were fighting Lucius in the foyer, Kingsley and Andromeda were up against Alecto and Amycus Carrow. James and Sirius left to assist Lily and Remus, and Frank and Alice went to assist Andromeda and Kingsley with the Carrow siblings.
In the basement, the three ministry aurors and Narcissa were battling Avery Sr., Avery Jr, Antonin Dolohov, and Gibbon. The two men had been torturing Mr. Flume for information, and instead of ignoring him once Narcissa and the others entered, they killed him and started in on the others. When the battle first began, the Avery men were at a disadvantage, but then Antonin and Gibbon arrived from further inside the dungeons.
Narcissa stayed strong during the first stretch of battle, yet she was tiring quickly as it stretched on. She wasn't a trained auror; she wasn't used to holding her own this long—and against killing curses. She was trying her best, but her blocks and retaliations were getting sloppy and her opponent, Antonin, was beginning to notice. He doubled in his attack as Dawlish, Proudfoot, and Savage kept strong in their dueling. Dawlish subdued Avery Jr. That effectively distracted Avery Sr. for a moment which allowed for Savage to knock him unconscious as well. Savage joined Narcissa and Dawlish assisted Proudfoot without missing a second.
Narcissa was still having problems keeping up, but this allowed for her to rest slightly, as she defended and Savage attacked Dolohov.
Proudfoot and Dawlish easily over took Gibbon, and with the four of them against Dolohov, he finally fell. Narcissa urged the three men to go back upstairs while she took care of the death eaters that lay strewn about. She took their wands and wrapped them up with magical rope she sent from her wand.
As she was finished and turned to leave, Rabastan Lestrange her sister's brother-in-law, stepped out of the shadows with his wand raised. She took up her wand and dueled him, but she could see from the start of it that he was playing with her. He had watched the earlier fight. He knew she was tired and she began to lose ground, as he got closer to her, she retreated, her back then came against the wall. He disarmed her and she watched as her wand flew in an arch away from her and into his waiting hand.
He sneered at her, much like his brother, and hit her with a Cruciatus curse. She collapsed to the ground as the powerful spell hit her, causing her to twitch and writhe in pain on the floor. She managed not to scream, but the second time he hit her, she let out a tortured scream. He closed the distance between them and stood over her. She noticed he was using her own wand now. She tried to get up, but he kicked her back against the wall harshly. Her head rebounded off the wall and spots blossomed across her vision. He hit her with the curse again and she screamed again in pain. She lay on the floor then, panting, with her fingers faintly twitching when the green light flashed from the end of his wand.