𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

90

For what felt like the one thousandth time that week, Johnny was once again being tortured and mocked by the Death Eater's surrounding him. Johnny had been hung by a low hanging chandelier over a long table at Malfoy Manor. Each Death Eater would take turns in torturing the boy until he bent to their way. Of course, you had the few who were reluctant to do it, Narcissa, Draco and Bellatrix for example, but then you had the really sadistic ones who took so much joy and satisfaction out of it.

"Jooohnnnnnyyyyyyy," said Rabastan Lestrange, Jakob's best friend in a sing-song voice. He gripped a silver dagger in his hands and sliced Johnny's already beaten and torn stomach. Johnny had been hung up in nothing but his underwear, it gave the Death Eaters more joy. "Will you bend yet?"

Johnny weakly looked up, a weak, sarcastic grin on his beaten and bruised face.

"F-Fuck off," the Death Eaters cackled in amusement as Johnny gathered the strength to spit in Rabastan's face.

"Severus, our slippery friend," said the high, cold voice of Lord Voldemort. He glanced at Rabastan who was stood on the table and motioned for him to get down, before casting his eyes back to Severus Snape, who hadn't looked at Johnny since he arrived. "Severus, why don't you take part in our fun? I'm sure it will give you a great release from all the stress. Maybe, just maybe, it will help you crack a smile."

Snape looked like he wanted to refuse on the spot, but thought better of it, as it would only lead to his death. Snape climbed up onto the table and withdrew his wand from his black robes. "I'm sorry," said Snape to Johnny, using Legilimency. Snape aimed his wand at Johnny and muttered the Cruciatus Curse for the first time in several years. Johnny's cries filled the air once more, echoing along the grey, stone walls of Malfoy Manor.

"You are a tough one, Johnathan," said Voldemort, his right hand stroking Nagini's head softly. He looked deep in thought for a moment, before he motioned for Pettigrew. They had a hushed conversation, before Pettigrew came running back out with the projector Snape used in Third Year. Pettigrew set it up with sipped and stepped back, waiting for Voldemort's orders.

"Using Muggle devices," said Voldemort, a cold laugh escaping from his lips as he watched Johnny thrash about. "This was filmed yesterday. It shows a Mudblood girl girl, conversing with her Muggle parents in their back garden. Now Jakob, Johnny's father, was kind enough to film this for us."

He motioned for Pettigrew to press play and Johnny's head snapped up in horror as he heard Hermione's giggle fill the air. The video had been taken from a tree, aimed directly at the Granger's back garden. It showed Wendell and Monica, sat either side of a sad looking Hermione, all with lemonade in their hands as the sun beats down on them.

"I know you miss him, but I'm sure he's okay, wherever he is," said the video version of Monica, rubbing her daughters back softly. Hermione was even more beautiful than Johnny remembered. In the video, her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was wearing a white tank top with denim shorts. She looked like an Angel, in Johnny's opinion.

"Did you hear what the mother said?" Voldemort asked his followers, as confused chuckles left the lips of those who sat around the table. It was clear they didn't know who this family was, except for Draco and Bellatrix, who sat with their eyes down at the table. "I'm sure he's okay, wherever he is."

Voldemort's followers chuckled once more.

"I can tell your all very confused by the video," said Voldemort. "Which is, of course, completely understandable. You see, the girl in that video, was none other than young Johnathan's Queen."

Gasps of pure joy and excitement filled the air as the Death Eater's began talking amongst themselves, until they all fell silent in unison by Voldemort's raised hand. Voldemort went to speak once more, but Johnny cut him off.