Summer of Change (GxG) - A Hermione Fanfic

Chapter 9

With Ginny gone, the house was even quieter than before. Too quiet. I couldn't sleep like this. I tossed and turned in my bed. I tried to get comfortable but to no avail. I knew Molly was in the house, but my nerves and anxiety were starting to heighten.

The quiet reminded me of my time in Malfoy Manor.

I lay in my bed and my eyes finally drifted closed, but the memory was already coming to the forefront of my mind.

I was going back.

Whether I wanted to or not...

I was left behind.

Harry and Ron somehow escaped the clutches of evil, and I was to be the sacrifice.

Me...

I was paraded through Malfoy Manor like a trophy. Some disgusting smelling sod gripped my hair tight and dragged me through the main hall as if I were an animal. While I was in pain, I listened. I listened to the horrendous things they said. They sneered, called me names, and said vile things that had me shivering in fear. I didn't want to let it get to me, but the things they said... I knew they were evil by the words that came out of their mouths. I could also feel the evil pulsing in the Manor. It seemed to have a mind of its own which made me believe that Voldemort had frequently gone there. I worried this place might actually be haunted with the people they've killed. The people who resided here were psychotic and deranged wouldn't put it past them to chain their kills here.

What better way to get your sick rocks off than to hear the wails and plee's of the people you killed?

If I had the power, I would make sure everyone in this Manor paid for what they had done...

We had reached a door which opened to a set of stairs.

Down.

We went down.

And down.

And down...

Until we couldn't go down any further.

We had reached the dungeons. The dungeons smell of piss, shit, and blood. My nose scrunched up in disgust. I could hear cries of anguish from the other cells. They already had people there and were carrying out their despicable acts upon them.

The man who had brought me there stopped abruptly, opened one of the cells, threw me in, and locked the cell door. Without another word, the man left. I wondered what was going on.

Why did he leave?

Were they not going to do anything to me?

Sadly, I was mistaken. My reprieve was short-lived. I could hear cackling in the distance, and it was coming closer. This cackling wasn't normal. It sounded... completely mad. The person who was cackling was bonkers.

I remember seeing her for the first time.

The woman who haunts me even though she's dead.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

That vile woman was ruthless.

When Bellatrix Lestrange stepped into my cell, she immediately cast out the Cruciatus Curse, which had me writing in pain. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. White hot torment coursed through my body. It was like I was being flayed alive, and someone was pouring alcohol on the exposed skin. My mind was bland and only filled with thoughts of what was happening to me.