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 some dark and triggering themes for those who are sensitive. Read with caution, as this is a Dark Fic and contains themes that are unsettling for some.
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My worst battle yet is between what I know & what I feel.
I could not decide which was worse for myself.
They both became so clouded that I was growing accustomed to feeling through the endless fog. My mind was not of my own anymore as my judgment felt like it had been stripped from me.
I slowly was bottling up my feelings one by one, forcing myself to obliviate each emotion from my mind.
It was safer that way.
Knowing I was going to give Ginny over a like prized trophy, I felt numb to it. I had no remorse for anyone anymore, even when I hugged her. My reaction was to rush to Theo to tell him what I had learned. I knew what I was going to be doing by telling him this incredibly valuable information. I was giving us, The Dark Lord the upper hand to win this coming war.
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I was gripping tightly on to Draco's and Professor Snape's hands as we landed on the wet grass. They were taking me back to Malfoy Manor and it was making me feel faint. It was not what we were witnessing, it was the fact that I was coming with them because I had no choice.
Not by birth right or by blood, but by being used as one their pawns for a win. Expect I did not feel like a pawn anymore, I felt like I was doing something more in this. Feeling Malfoy's hand in my mine, closing my eyes for a brief second as the moment me shared was felt once more.
My mouth became heated, the butterflies took over my stomach while my palms were calmly.
I hated myself.
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Blood.
So much blood.
The lawn was running red as the rain began to down pour over us. It was clear that the Death Eaters had clearly won the battle that had taken place moments before hand.
Scabior and his snatchers were cleaning up the yard. Well, I should say they were scavenging the bodies of Aurors and people, for whatever they saw fit to be there's. They then began to burn the bodies, which was the most rancid scent my nose ever had the displeasure of smelling.
While Greyback, his pack of werewolves and worgs were patrolling the area to make sure none the bodies were still moving. By that I mean ripping them limb by limb till nothing was left but bones.
The Death Eaters were watching over the situation before them. While some of the others were slapping rune collars on to captured Auroa's that were sitting along the edge of the white snaked fountain. The snakes' mouths were no longer spitting out crystal clear water, instead their mouths were bleeding red.
