Bellatrix Lestrange captured Hermonie Granger during the battle of the Department of Mystery's. She is taken to Malfoy Manor to be held hostage for the summer, forcefully becoming one of their servants.
Before she knows it, things begin to start tak...
⚠️*Trigger Warning*-This chapter contains sexual assault.*
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Silence.
That is all there was.
I laid there for what seemed days in my own filth, slipping in and out of sleep against my will. I had no way to track the days, as I was in complete solitude with no windows. No one came to check on me or even bring me any kind or food or drink, I was almost coming to terms that I was left here to rot.
I laid in complete silence, staring at the bright green runes on my shackles that illuminated around my wrists trying to study them and understand what they meant. My left cheek hugged the icy ground as my tears drifted off slowly down my face, as I could not tell if I was cold or not anymore. My body had become so numb due to the fighting and the previous curses that were inflicted on it, that moving meant I would be in agonizing pain. I knew I needed rest more than ever, but my eyes were trying to fight sleep that was haunting my eyelids. Every now and again I found myself drifting off, not knowing how long I was asleep for but would awake in a cold sweat from the nightmares trying not to think about what was going to become of me.
Any sound that happened, made me jump and be hopeful that it was Ron or Harry, breaking in to get me out of here. Thinking of both of them surrounding me in laughter, holding their hands in my mine was the only thing getting me through this hell. I tried to pretend that I was at The Burrow with the boys, sitting with the Weasleys indulging in Molly's cooking.
Cinnamon always filled the air of The Burrow, Molly loved hanging fresh cinnamon brooms around the house to keep the scent fresh all the time. She would occasionally thread together small pocket size cinnamon brooms in our trunks before we left for school. It warmed my heart every time the scent made its way to my nostrils, as I would open my trunk lid and find them softly sewn into the corner of my trunk.
Cinnamon became my comfort word and scent that I started to cling too as I laid there in my endless limbo. It were the only word getting me through the horror I was enduring at this moment as I whispered it to myself, over and over again. I tried to ignore the negative thoughts that kept trying to break through my mind, even though I knew it was true. The boys were not coming for me, no matter how much I wish they were.
My mind was racing at the clues and trying to remember every detail of the manor I was being held in; Death eaters, the symbol 'M', the strange woman on the staircase, Professor Snape, the snakes that adorned the fountain. Everything pointed in only one direction that seemed to make sense.
The only name that came to my mind was, Malfoy.
Why? None of this made sense to me. Why did Bellatrix capture me and take me here, for what gain? To try and lure Harry here, he has no idea where I am and he not in a state to come find me after...Sirius. I closed my eyes as a soft sob escaped my mouth, seeing Harry lose his godfather in my mind hurt me so bad. Literally the last of his family was gone by the evil woman who brough me here. Bellatrix caused Harry's pain, she captured me and cursed me. I wanted nothing more then to kill her.
