August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter 118

hi yall this is bad of me but basically there was a little section i totally forgot to write. i've now added it to chapter 114 - just after ron returns. it's not THAT important but it's important enough that some people would've been like "but what about..." so yeah feel free to read that it's only 400 words or so

cheers my dears onto the chapter - which is the NEW ~longest chapter yet~

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A scream. It belonged to Hermione.

Hermione and Harry and Ron. Tied together. Bellatrix circling them.

Robyn was excited.

Crucio.

Dark Magic coursed through her veins, materialising in the form of the Cruciatus Curse spewing forth from her wand, wicked and immoral and evil incarnate.

She felt corrupted. She felt depraved. She wanted more. She never wanted to stop. But–

A scream. It belonged not to Hermione, but herself.

She was on the other end of the wand now. The Elder Wand. Gazing down at her was Voldemort, fire in his eyes. She'd never seen him like this.

Crucio.

A scream. It belonged to Lloyd. It belonged to Draco. Her father. Bellatrix. The Malfoys. Pettigrew. Greyback. All of them. Screaming. A choir from Hell.

Crucio.

Pain. Unbearable pain. The worst she'd ever felt, which was quite the feat. He wasn't the Dark Lord for no reason.

Crucio.

She prayed for death.

Crucio.

But her prayers would remain unanswered.

For now.

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Olivia was shaking the bars of the cellar, screaming and crying.

Luna's pale face watched on. She looked like a ghost. She had no mouth to scream with, but that was okay - Olivia was wailing enough for the both of them.

'I can't stay here. I want to go home. I want my mum.'

Robyn tripped up the stairs in her haste to get away. Her father picked her up by her collar and suddenly she was being thrown down to land in front of–

Hermione.

'They say they've got Potter.'

The three of them were being taken to the cellar.

'All except... except for the Mudblood.'

A scream. It belonged to Hermione. Robyn was standing by as Bellatrix tortured her girlfriend right in front of her, and she wasn't doing anything but watch. And–

'Tell me the truth or I swear, I shall run you through with this knife.'

The knife. But the chandelier- and Hermione was at the other side of the room suddenly with Harry and Ron. They spun to Disapparate. Bellatrix threw the knife.

Harry and Ron. Gone.

Hermione. Bleeding out on the stone cold floor of Malfoy Manor.

Dead.