Note: honestly this fic has me motivated to am extent I haven't been in a long time and I am just going with it, I don't know how long the motivation will last but I'll enjoy it while I can. So that's chapter 7 written, edited and posted for your viewing pleasure. I honestly don't know what it is about this fic but I am enjoying writing it so much.

Oh and for all you reviewers wanting some Hermione/Bellatrix mother/daughter cuteness it'll come don't worry. Not this chapter but soon though as a token of my gratitude to all you that continuously show much such love and support I hope you enjoy our Bella going all murdery on Hermione's behalf, coz our mama is emotionally stunted but we all know she wouldn't stand for Hermione being harmed.

And that leads to the TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains description of torture and blood letting using a blade, if this is something you don't want to read, skip Bellatrix's POV, it's clearly marked please take care of you.

All my love Nell xoxo

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~ Location: Malfoy Manor ~

~ March 19th 1996 ~

~ Bellatrix's PV ~

Bellatrix had never been so livid in her entire life as she stormed through the doors to the throne like room that was home to their dark lord when he called meetings here at the Manor. It was where they were all to meet when they returned from their mission.

"Out, everyone, GET OUT!!!!" She screamed as she stormed into the centre of the room, her magic crackling in the air around them angrily as she moved. She had enough sense left in her anger muddled brain to spare her Lord a bow of her head, her eyes snapping to Lucius Malfoy and Rudulphus Lestrange as they tried to scurry out with everyone else. Her friend Alecto shooting her a questioning look as she left the room, a look that she ignored.

"Not you two!!" She hissed, her wand snapping out, the wordless incarcerous flying from its tip and splitting in two. Hitting the two rats in the chest as they cast her a fearful glance.

"Explain Bella" her Lord questioned softly, knowing that any other reaction when she was in this state would only result in her turning her anger upon him. Something that even he wished to avoid.

She whirled round, beginning to pace as she tried to sort her thoughts out before voicing them. Though without an outlet for her anger it was fruitless she knew.

"I have a daughter" she started, her tone much more awed than she wished it to be, she didn't have room for such emotion right now. She shook her head, her eyes locking with her lords and she saw him blink in shock at not only his words but the turmoil of emotions present in her eyes.

"Marlene is alive, Dumbledore has her. She gave birth to a baby girl, September 1979. Dumbledore stole her away, gave her to muggles. She thought she was a mudblood" she spat, continuing to pace, her strides long and quick in her agitation. "She found out though who she was, managed to connect her mind with her mother, clever little witch she is. Angered me, made me need to catch her. Told me the truth. On our side it seems. Showed me her memories, in her mind" she rambled, half sentences the best she could do at this point. Though she was thankful her Lord hadn't interrupted. Merely sat and listened as he always had. Letting her vent and do what she needed to tether herself back to reality.

"Didn't hide from me, let me in. I saw. I seen. Everything. Filthy muggles aren't her parents. She's mine, my daughter. My Heir. Showed me the prophecy" she continued coming to an abrupt halt in front of the two bound men that lay where they had fallen, she had almost forgotten about them in her absolute whirl of thoughts and emotions. All battling for centre stage.

"They hurt her!!!!" She hissed, her eyes again flashing with the fury she felt. "They hurt my baby" she said again, looking over to her Lord, pleading that he understood she needed to make them suffer now because regardless of the fact she didn't raise her child, that she didn't find out about her until today she was Bella's, Bella's and her witches baby girl and no one was allowed to hurt her. Especially not those filthy little men that lay there pathetically at her feet.

"Do with them as you must Bella but please leave at least one of them alive, they may be of some use as of yet. We shall discuss the prophecy and your witch and child when you are calm" he replied, offering her a small smirk, he wasn't one for emotion but Bella knew he understood, felt for her even, was granting her the vengeance she desired.

She nodded quickly, snapping her wand again, banishing the bound vermin to her own personal little dungeon where she could take out her anger without fear of upsetting her sister or damaging anything. Turning in a hurry she left the room, storming down toward the dungeon knowing she wouldn't be able to restrain her magic much longer.

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"CRUCIO!!" The dark witch hissed, watching in satisfaction as the man she was supposed to marry had she not found her soulmate writhed in agony on the dirty, blood stained floor at her feet.

Lucius had passed out long ago and as he wasn't the one to cast the curse on her baby, he was just the idiot that cause the fighting to escalate when he failed to get the prophecy from the Potter boy, she had decided to show him the mercy not many thought her capable of. He would get to live.

Lestrange however wouldn't be so lucky.

She had watched him cast the curse, only managing to silence him before he could finish it, meaning that the curse wasn't as powerful as it should have been. She had seen her baby's eyes widen in fear when she realised what was happening, seen the spell connect with her baby, her baby's teary pain filled eyes as she collapsed onto her knees, those brown orbs so like her own moving wildly as she tried to spot her mama.

It had taken everything in her not to rush forward and kill the despicable man in front of everyone. Her anger flaring so quickly she barely had time to cast the spell that put her baby into a healing sleep. A speciality of her mothers side of the family. A Rosier family spell, past from generation to generation. She had darted as quickly as she could behind her baby. Casting the spell and guiding her to the ground as safely as possible without being seen.

So he had to pay, and pay he would, with his life.

"Crucio, crucio, crucio" she cackled, casting the spell back to back, revelling in his pleading screams. How voice hoarse and broken as he scratched and clawed at himself and the ground. Trying in vain to escape her. It was fruitless trying but it sure was fun watching that realisation dawn on her victims faces. The inevitability of their demise creeping up on them like an unwanted aunt at Christmas.

She giggled, withdrawing the curse to let the pitiful little thing breath, it wouldn't do for him to lose consciousness too quickly. She kicked him, smiling jovial like at the snapping sound his ribs made on impact.

This was so much fun, just the therapy she needed to get herself grounded again, so she could talk to her Lord properly, plan how they were getting her witch back and how they would make that disgusting excuse for a man Albus Dumbledore pay for what he had done to what was hers.

The thought added to her anger a little, prompting her to kick the quivering man again, her foot connecting with his neck. Before she pushed him on to his back. Waving her hand this time, having forgone the use of her wand. To raise him up, shacking him to the wall. Stripping him of all his clothes except his boxer shorts, the white fabric stained with his own urine based on the yellowish stain she could see. It was revolting. But she really couldn't expect anything more from a spineless fool like Rudulphus. His swine of a brother was the same.

"Oh Roddy boy, quite the predicament you've got yourself in no?" She giggled childishly, enjoying the flinch the sound brought out on the man's face.

"I... I... swear.. I didn't know Bella...please" he pleaded but he may as well be speaking an entirely foreign language. His pleading would do him no good.

"I. DONT. CARE!!! SHE IS MINE!!!" She hissed, dropping the childlike act. Taking her adored family dagger from her thigh strap, trailing the sharp point down his cheek, nicking the skin lightly, smiling at the thin line of blood that began to pool on his cheek.

"I am going to enjoy every scream, every whimper, every ounce of your begging and when I am bored of that I will end you for ever daring to even think about harming MY baby" she whispered menacingly into his ear, punctuating her statement by slicing the blade of her dagger down his torso quickly, shredding the skin like butter. Such was the joys of using a cursed blade. She thought wickedly as she got to work, allowing the meticulously placed cuts, the piercing screams and the writhing body in front of her soothe the madness that had flared as a result of so many conflicting feelings.

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~Location: Hogwarts Medical Ward~

~March 29th 1996~

~Hermione's POV~

Consciousness came to the brunette haired girl in bursts and starts. At first the fluorescent white lights were startlingly painful for her, her eyes closing automatically against the intrusive light, her vision blurry, her mind foggy, barely processing the sparse amount of conversation she could hear around her bed.

She could tell she was in the hospital the second time she woke, Madame Pomfrey hanging over her, murmuring diagnostic spells under her breath. She had caught words like "unknown healing spells" and "lucky to be alive" but hadn't caught the context or anything else. Not that she had been able to get her eyes to open at that point. She had been to exhausted to do much but lie there in the dark of her own mind, analysing all she had learned and experienced in the last year. Her thoughts lingering on her parents.

Both sets of parents.

Because Merlin knew she had no idea what to do with her muggle parents, nor how she felt about them. She didn't even know what they knew. Though she knew they knew more than they let on, in her gut she believed it wholeheartedly. Her mind flashing back to wary looks and muttered words when she was nowt but a child, hushed conversations and hastily locked doors as she grew. They were always hiding something, never fully transparent with her despite how much she had wanted them to be. Especially before this last year.

Before she began questioning everything, before she found out she was a pureblood, kidnapped and forced to lead a life that wasn't hers.

At some point in her semi conscious state she registered a soothing presence, the individuals magic reaching out to cocoon hers gently in greeting, as if whoever it was could sense she knew they were there. Their magic felt heavenly against her aching body, soothing in a way she had never experienced it before and it quickly worked to lull her back into the darkness of sleep. Her body too exhausted to connect with her mothers mind in Morpheus. When she awoke however briefly from that moment on she could sense that the individual hadn't left, their magic resting against hers protectively.

It wasn't until the eleventh day after their trip to the ministry that she regained conscious fully, her eyes and mind slow to start working properly. Blinking against the dull hospital lights, she lay staring upwards as the ceiling cane into focus, the stone every bit as dull and grey as she remembered it.

She could hear voices behind the curtain that concealed her from the rest of the room. Harsh, angry voices barely kept low enough as to not draw attention, but she doubted they knew she could hear them. Her being their topic of discussion and all.

"I do not care Albus' she iz a childe, zo vhat 'er maman protected her, eet does not mean she is a traitor. Eet means that regardless of 'er allegiance her maman didn't vant 'er to die." The French accent was heavy with barely restrained anger and Hermione inhaled sharply when she realised whose voice it was, who the presence had been at her bedside all this time.

"I understand where you are coming from Miss Delacour. But the fact of the matter is that we must be vigilant. She is Black's child and we cannot be certain that regardless of her upbringing Miss Black will not try and come for her daughter." Her headmasters voice was even and emotionless, the sound of it causing fury to course through her veins without warning. Her loathing for the man increasing each time she heard his manipulative voice.

Before she could act on that anger, the dark lure of the magic in her fingertips pulsing, itching to do something, anything to defend herself and her family she felt Fleurs magic, encompass her entire body, soothing her. Putting out the fires of her fury before they had a chance to catch as the blonde still behind the curtain but now having a hand around it that the brunette could see replied, her tone just as emotionless and flat as the headmasters.

"Very vell, I zee your point. I vill keep vatch of all three students as asked of me"

"I warn you miss Delacour, it is Ms Granger we need watched the most. The other two would never even consider delving from the light. The same cannot be said for Hermione. She may be innocent now but do not let her deranged mother get a hold of her. I fear if that happens we will have lost this war irrevocably" his words were followed by his brisk footsteps as he left the room and Hermione drew in a deep breath to centre herself. Feeling a mixture of hurt and anger at his statement. He thought so little of her that he already considered her enough of a liability to have her every action watched. He distrusted her despite her never giving him any reason to do so. The only thing she had ever done was be born to the wrong people in his eyes and that? That made her untrustworthy.

As far as he was aware she had never met her biological parents for Morgana's sake!!! It made her furious but also hurt more than she wanted to admit.

All her young life she had done everything asked of her, bent over backwards to please everyone else. She had risked her life to save Harry God damn Potter more than once for goodness sake and had never once failed to be their for both boys, making sure they succeeded. Yet none of it mattered to Albus, clearly. He condemned her for some being their child. As if that was shameful.

As if she would ever let herself be ashamed of either of her birth parents. They were incredible in her eyes, the strongest people she knew and she couldn't wait for the day she could join her mama and her mother. She swiped her eyes angrily, refusing to give his words anymore thought. He'd pay. She'd make sure of it.

A soft clearing of a throat drew her attention, Fleur standing a little awkwardly at the entrance to her cubical. Her long golden hair tied up in a high ponytail at the top of her head, still falling halfway down her back. Her eyes shone with curiosity and something Hermione couldn't quite decipher. Her cheeks were rosy and her well toned arms on display in her white blouse. Blue dress slacks completing the look. It made the veela look powerful but elegant and it made Hermione's heart stutter as she blushed and looked away. Refusing to acknowledge the effect the vela's mere presence had on her body, mind and seemingly magic, if you considered how soothing it felt when it brushed her own.

The brunette turned onto her side, wincing at the shooting pain in her chest before Fleur forced her back onto her back. Holding her down by the shoulders to keep her in place, waiting for her to stop trying to move before releasing her and taking a seat in the chair beside her bed.

"What so you're my shadow now?" The brunette retorted sarcastically. Looking away again. Not wanting to admit that having Fleur so close felt so good.

"Oui, zo it vould seem. I 'ave been tasked with your protection" the blonde replied lightly and Hermione blanched, hating that the blonde felt the need to lie to her, regardless if it were a lie meant to soothe her rather than anger her.

"I don't like liars Delacour, I heard you out their remember" she spat in response closing her eyes as she felt a headache begin to build at the back of her skull.

"I am sorry 'ermione, I only wanted to soothe you, I do not like zee 'eadmasters assump..."

"No, save it, I know what he thinks and I do not care Fleur. I do not want to discuss it I'm tired" she cut the blonde off, her patience long gone and her bone deep exhaustion setting in again, she always felt like this when she began feeling too much and as much as she didn't like the anger and exhaustion it was the only way she coped. She kept her eyes closed, refusing to meet Fleurs burning gaze as the blonde scrutinised her. Possibly looking for a lie or some sort of clue as to what she was feeling from her body language and words. Not that the brunette would willingly give her anything.

She heard the veela sigh, before she felt her covered rustling, being returned around her, a light kiss pressed to her head. A hand stroking the hair back from her face and Hermione wanted to turn away from the comforting gesture though she was simply to tired to care, or at least that's what she would tell the blonde if questioned later.

"Very vell, my feisty little witch, I shall speak to you in zee morning"

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~ Location: Hermione's mindscape ~

~ March 28th 1996 ~

~Hermione's Pov ~

Hermione stood up slowly, looking around her mindscape in awe, they're in a meadow this time. One filled with gorgeous wildflowers, all blowing gently in the breeze and she can smell the floral fragrance of the air.

Her mother sits in the middle, her back to Hermione. Her long blonde, wavy locks brushed out and left hanging loose for the first time since Hermione had met her mother. The blondes head was tipped back, basking in the sunlight, the warmth caressing her skin and Hermione couldn't help but run to her. Desperate to be in the only place she felt safe right now. Her mothers arms.

"Mum!!" She called loudly, unable to conceal her joy at seeing her mother after so long of not being able to access this place in her mind due to her exhaustion. She watched as her mother spun to face her, her pale face filling with relief as she sprinted towards Hermione.

Wrapping her tightly in her arms as they collided and Hermione couldn't get close enough to her mother. Pressing her nose against her mothers shoulder to breath in her mothers perfume. She felt herself relaxing, the tension seeping from her as she collapsed into her mother. Tears streaming down her face without conscious thought and all the young brunette could do was cling to her mother tightly, feeling her mother hold her just as tight as she guided them down onto the soft grass below.

"Oh darling, what happened? I was so worried, its been days since you last visited me, what has you so upset?" Her mother questioned, grasping her chin and seeking eye contact. The look in her mothers eye was so filled with concern and love it seemed to break the angry front to her emotions, everything tumbling out without thought or filter as she told her mother about all that had happened.

Their flight to the ministry, meeting Bellatrix, her being hurt, her mama casting the spell to help her heal, the conversation she overheard with Dumbledore and Fleur. The way her magic reacted to the veela, how soothed she was by her presence. Their disagreement before she fell back asleep. The anger and urge to act that she fought so desperately. The way her magic reacted to the death eaters, how intoxicating it felt to be close to them.

She let it all out as she cried and raged. Sobbing, half whispering half screaming as Marlene just held her close, whispering words of understanding and encouragement and Hermione knew her mother wouldn't stop until she was ready to gather her emotions together again. She felt unhurried, un judged as she cried and cursed about the unfairness of everything, how she just wanted her family, how she wished Albus Dumbledore would simply die and leave her be. Let her live without his interference or judgements.

"And mama hates me" she finished, looking down at her mothers shoulder, the admission admittedly the thing that hurt most out of all she had experienced the last several days. She could remember Bella's cold demeanour, how she had been short and distant with her throughout their entire interaction and she could still feel just how much that had hurt, coiling in her heart, restricting it's beating as if it meant to simply rip her heart from her chest.

"Your mama is a complicated woman darling, she doesn't process emotion the same as everyone else. A little like you it would seem but I can promise you baby, your mama already loves you unconditionally, she would have the moment she realised you were truly hers" her mother soothed, tucking Hermione's head back into her neck, playing with her hair gently as she rocked them slightly.

"She just doesn't always know how to express herself. Cruel and cold are her way of saying she's overwhelmed" and Hermione wanted to believe her mothers words, wanted to so desperately cling to the reassurance that her mama excepted her. That she didn't need to worry about her mama's reaction to her but she couldn't. The recollection of her mama's cold, fierce eyes was burned into her mind. Tormenting her even as she tried to offer her mother a reassuring smile. Not wanting the blonde to worry about her and her mama.

"It all feels so overwhelming right now doesn't it baby?" And Hermione nodded in agreement, resting her cheek against her mothers shoulder as her hand went over her mothers heart. Taking comfort in the steady heartbeat underneath her palm. Even if it was just all in her mind and her mother wasn't hear physically. Just a meeting of their minds. It was still the most comfort she had felt in a long time. Her mothers steady presence and gentle words a life raft to her in the madness that was her life.

She could feel her mother soothing her, humming quietly as she played with Hermione's hair, the brunette felt her body relaxing further as her mind grew hazy. True sleep beginning to seep through as her body finally relaxed after days of torment, injury and strain.

"It won't always be like this my darling, I'll be free soon and you'll be home with your mama and I, where you belong. Safe and loved and oh so needed baby, now rest my darling girl, I'll be here tomorrow"