Butterbeer, Broomsticks & Nargles

Hostages..

Malfoy Manor 

***Hermione Granger *** 

Her hot sticky breath warms my face, with each word she speaks spit drenches my cheeks. I shudder. I am so frightened but I won't tell them anything about Harry or the Horcruxes. 

I might die. Who will tell my parents? What about Harry? What about Ron?

Pain, the pain is unbearable, I scream out I scream from the pain and in hope that someone will help me, why can't someone help make this stop. 

"Tell me YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD.' The wild curly haired face snarls at me. Bellatrix. I hate her with every fibre of my being. She spits on me and twists my blood stained arm. 

'I have. Nothing. to say." I gasp, the pain, it's too much but I have to be strong, I yell out another curse. Another hit to my skin. Darkness. 

*** Draco Malfoy ***

They brought Potter to me a few nights ago, his face was puffed and red but I knew it was him. "Well Draco... is it him?" He looked into my eyes full of hatred from all the years I had bullied him. "No I am not sure it is." I shook with fear I heard Potter mutter his thanks and then he was dragged away with Weasley to the dungeons along with the Muggle boy and the loony one. As much as I hate the Mudblood, the things they do to her and Potter and his friends scares me. My auntie is mad -- she's obessed, for hours on end she tourtured Granger, giggling and shouting out in excitement with every curse she cast. 

It's insane. The enjoyment they all get from causing pain. I used to think I would love the attention, the power that being a Death eater gives. But something changed within me that night -- the evening Dumbledore was killed. I was meant to do it but I couldnt I was scared but my old head teacher was right It's not in me to be a killer. 

I lie awake in bed most nights. The only thing that gets me through is the thought of protecting my family I am only doing this to keep them safe. 

*** Luna Lovegood *** 

When Harry and Ron first arrived I was so happy I could barely speak. I wrapped my arms around them tight. "Where's Herm--" Then the screams started it was unbearable to here your friend being tourtured but not being able to do anything about it. 

It carried on like this for days, screams filling our dungeon. Ron and Harry paced up and down searching for a plan to help rescue Hermione. Dean stayed by my side most days reassuringly comforting me. Now Harry was here I thought that things would get better but I worried about Hermione and I worried about my father, I worried about Neville and Ginny back at Hogwarts. In fact a lot of my time was spent worrying which was very unlike me. 

I drew paintings on the wallls of our cell, to cheer us up Mr Olivander said they were marvelous and Dean claimed they were the best he'd ever seen. I smiled and patted Dean on the shoulder, it was nice to spread some happiness in such sad times. Harry looked at us and muttered about Poor Neville. Whatever that meant but he soon returned to pacing up and down with Ron trying to rescue Hermione. 

A loud crack filled the room. Instintively I searched my pocket for my wand. But it wasn't there. Dean had jumped in front of me. 

"Dobby means no harm. Dobby has come to save Mr Potter and his friends.'

Relief fills my heart, Dobby has come to rescue us all.