Draco Malfoy wins Hermione Granger from a lottery during the celebration of the Dark Lord's victory. Secrets and lies eventually unfold along with horror the sooner Hermione arrives at her 'new home' as a war prisoner and a weapon against the formin...
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The old Quidditch pitch that was once filled with cheerful encouragement and sport-related rage now echoed hushed cries of grief and drenched with the blood of the fallen. Death Eaters were everywhere, doing their respective tasks. Others gathered the bodies of the dead and tossed them to the fire at the centre of the grounds. The ones still bearing a hint of life were held captive inside a cage, and those who could walk were chained up, lining up in a parade towards the higher-ranking Death Eaters that awaited them at the end of the sports grounds. The same heavy and rusty chain dragged the parade participants; one must be careful with his or her steps to avoid a domino effect of injured captives bumping against each other.
Hermione lifted her gaze, silently scanning her surroundings when she caught sight of Neville Longbottom a few steps from her, dragged by a different chain from the others. Her eyes dropped on his bleeding ankles and his uneven steps then glanced at hers. No one appeared different, excluding the victors of the war at least.
She let out a misty shuddered breath and finally regained track of time and a clearer vision of her surroundings. Black and blue hues fought in the sky, gradually bringing dawn to daylight. Waves of panic brought abnormal flutters in her chest while she looked around searching for Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the others. Catching the sight of blonde hair somehow eased a bit of her longing. Luna Lovegood gave her a faint smile. It wasn't reassuring at all, but the attempt mattered to her.
Everything was on track. Everything was under the Order's control until the vampires appeared unsought, slaughtering hundreds of whoever stood in their way, feeding on the blood of the Order's army and devouring blood out of desperation as though starved for a devastatingly long time.
The vampires were vicious - not allowing anyone a chance, though Hermione observed how they spared anyone with a dark mark The alliance between the vampires and the Death Eaters wasn't very subtle.
"Please don't hurt me!"
Hermione snapped out of her thoughts at the squeal of a high-pitched voice that echoed throughout the open space. She turned sharply, colliding with Romilda Vane behind her due to the sudden pause.
A girl between the ages of twelve and thirteen collapsed on the ground, writhing as the red light from a Death Eater's wand hit her straight in the chest.
"What do you think you're doing?" another Death Eater yelled from the back of the line.
"Hermione, don't," Romilda Vane whispered firmly, sounding more like a warning.
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and did nothing but clench her bruised fists on her sides. When she thought she had controlled herself, she found Neville dropping onto the ground, writhing and groaning in pain from the same Unforgivable.
"Neville!" her foot instinctively ran to the nearest Death Eater on sight.
The unsuspecting Death Eater let out a choked grunt as she threw her fist on his neck, losing his wand to Hermione. However, her swift victory ended as she felt the moist ground and prickly grass on her back.
