THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter: One Terrors

Hermione
"It's a copy! Its not the real sword!" My pleas fall on deaf ears, as Bellatrix continues to shriek and torture me. No relief or end within sight.

"Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real of not!" Bellatrix demands of her nephew.

I close my eyes, preparing for the inevitable, knowing there's little to no luck that Griphook will dare lie to save their skins. He only has eyes for the sword and will sell out us all to have it. A tear rolls down my cheek as I clench my eyes shut, determined to try and shut out the impending doom.

I wish I would have gotten to see my parents one more time, even if they had no idea who I am.. I just miss them.. knowing they won't even mourn me.. its something I didn't think about fully when I obviated their memories of me. Though to be fair, that was kind of the point.
"NO! Enough!"

My eyes snap open in shock, immediately landing on Draco. His wand is surprisingly steady and pointed at his aunt, ready to attack, determination etched across his handsome face.

Bellatrix laughs maniacally at her nephew, throwing her head back with an evil bellow. Her wild black curls bouncing crazily and covering her face as her body shakes.

"And what is it you would do about it little nephew? Do you wish to take the mudblood's place?"

Before Draco can even answer, his wand is knocked from his hand and Bellatrix is gone from my side standing over him, hitting him repeatedly with he cruciatus curse. Draco is on the floor, trying to keep himself from going into a fetal position, keeping his pain filled face trained on his cackling aunt.

"Greyback, time for you to have your fun with the mudblood. Seems I have a quick lesson to teach the poor baby dragon."

"NO! Don't fucking touch her!" Draco bellows, as he attempts to stand, attempts at Fighting through the pain of the curse she keeps hitting him with. The sheer amount of willpower to even mildly overpower that curse, is unheard of. In fact I don't think there has been a single wizard in our histories to have done so.

Straightening to his full height of 6'4' he towers over Bellatrix, who seems to have realized just how badly she fucked up. She looks like a small child next to Malfoy's broad shoulders and tall frame.

My head is ripped backwards by my hair, lifting me roughly from the ground, causing a whimper to escape. I'm now pressed against Greybacks horrid face, his rancid scent filling my nostrils. He runs his teeth over my ear and down my neck, making me cry out in fear.

A deep growl comes from behind Bellatrix, no.. comes from Draco. Locking my eyes with his, I can see they have now turned into a glowing silver as opposed to his usual grey.

My breath hitches in my throat, as my body begins to almost tingle and grow warm under his fierce gaze. I couldn't take my eyes off him if I tried. Somewhere deep down I know, without a doubt he's going to save me. Its something I can't explain, its just something I feel, something I know with absolute certainty.

Bellatrix raises her wand at him right as I cry out in warning. Malfoy, just picks her up by her throat and snaps her neck. Doing so as if she were nothing. No effort whatsoever. He flings her dead body to floor on the right, her lifeless corpse hitting the marbled floors with a sickening thud.

"Greyback, release her. Now." Malfoy says, sounding more like a half growl than actual words.
The werewolf says nothing, but releases my hair and slams me forward, making my head crack against the black and white floor of Malfoy manor. The last thing I hear is a roar before it all goes black.