Slave To The Moon

'And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one

Cause most of us are bitter over someone

Setting fire to our insides for fun

To distract our hearts from ever missing them'

Youth – Daughter

Late March 1998, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire,

Shrill piercing screams echoed around the spacious great hall of Malfoy Manor. A handsome young man with sharp pointed features, platinum blonde hair and porcelain skin visibly flinched, his elegant hands worrying the fine material of his robes. Besides him stood a slender female with blonde curls and haughty blue eyes. She, too, looked as though she wished she was anywhere but here, her eyes rapidly moving around the room, looking at everything but the source of the noise.

"Now, tell me where you found my sword!" screeched a thin witch with wild black hair, kneeling over the twitching figure. Her dark eyes shone with excitement, unmoved by the shrieks, and perhaps, a little delighted by the quiet sobs from the teenager beneath her.

"I…I…We found it" whimpered the girl, new tears springing to her caramel eyes, anticipating the pain that was to come. The dark-haired witch cackled hysterically, whether it was with pleasure at being able to torture the muggleborn some more or desperation at how they found the sword, leading to hysterics, was unknown. The witch grinned, rotten teeth making her gaunt face look even more skeletal as she hunched over with her silver blade and began to carve.

Screams filled the room once again, dying down to quivering sobs as Bellatrix finished her torture, the blade falling to the floor with a clang.

"Go ahead, girly, look at my handiwork" taunted Bellatrix, her dirty nails prodding the searing wound. Red-rimmed caramel eyes drifted down before settling upon the mangled forearm that had been butchered by the knife.

Mudblood. The foul word oozed blood, dripping scarlet onto the marbled floors. Hermione's breath hitched, caught in her throat, at the disgusting slur etched onto the limb…her limb. Tears rolled down her face once more before her eyes flickered to the male in the room.

"Help me" she whispered, begging him to look at her. His grey eyes glanced at her, the sunken darkness under his eyes drawing her attention. He bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood and the scarlet bloomed under his pearly white teeth.

"Don't you dare talk to him, Mudblood. He is above you" hissed Bellatrix, mania dancing in her eyes, her hands fisted a clump of Hermione's dirty hair.

"Draco, darling, go and fetch the Mutt. Apparently the Mudblood needs more persuasion" purred Bellatrix, her hands delicately stroking over the bloody wound before digging her nails into the sore lesion, drawing a scream from Hermione's chapped lips.

Draco's grey eyes clouded with, what Hermione could only describe as guilt, as he scurried from the room.

"Looks like girl time is over" laughed Bellatrix, before stomping on Hermione's hand, a joyful expression falling onto her face as she felt the bones in Hermione's hand shatter. She pressed the silver blade against Hermione's throat, eliciting a whimper. Bellatrix smirked, pressing the cursed silver down hard, relishing in the blood that began to spill before her dark eyes fell upon a golden chain tucked into Hermione's sweater. Bellatrix pulled the chain out quickly, her eyes widening in horror as the delicate necklace shattered beneath her fingers, covering her victim in shimmering gold dust and then the girl disappeared.

XX

September 2nd, 1977, Hogwarts Grounds, Scotland,

A large crack filled the air, loud and sudden like the thunder that was so often heard in the dreary highlands. A group of teenage boys stopped their discussion of pranks, the mirth of their faces dying.

"Prongs, what was that?" murmured a dark-haired youth with high cheekbones and piercing grey eyes. He looked at his friend that he saw as a brother.

Hazel eyes met with blue, and the messy haired boy with glasses shrugged before laying out more cards for their game of exploding snap. The shortest of the four settled back, comfortably, opening a large box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.

"Hey Padfoot, Moony, settle down then. We've only got a short time till nightfall and I plan on beating you all" chortled the boy in the glasses, gulping down the last of his pumpkin juice.

Moony sighed, stretching out, his green flecked eyes scanning the distance before falling upon a heap of rags. He sighed heavily once more, running a hand through his light brown hair. Sometimes being a prefect was a boring job and this was one of those times. Why on earth did people have to leave out rubbish, he thought to himself in irritation as he strode towards the bundle.

As the prefect got closer, he was suddenly assaulted by the metallic scent of blood and apprehension made his stomach coil uncomfortably.

"Guys, guys, quickly" he shouted, his voice quivering as they fell upon a body. An unmoving body.

Oh Merlin's beard, thought Moony, bitter bile rising steadily in his throat. He knew his friends would rely on him being the quick-thinker in this situation. His worried eyes scanned the female, noting the horrific angle of her limbs. He wasn't sure if they could risk moving her. Within seconds, his friends were by his side.

"Oh fuck. Fucking fuck" moaned Padfoot, fisting his dark hair in stress.

"Moony, is she even breathing?" murmured Prongs, anxiously, fixing the way his glasses sat on his face. A trait that Moony knew was due to nervousness.

Moony nodded abruptly, his hands worrying the wood of his wand. Padfoot scooped the girl up into his arms with relative ease, despite Moony's concerns that it would damage the girl further. The marauders, with the frail girl cradled in Padfoot's arms, made their way back to the grand castle of Hogwarts.

XX

2nd September 1977, Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Scotland,

"Headmaster, I am very concerned. This child has so many injuries…From my diagnostic spells, all I have gleamed is that she is only seventeen and is muggleborn", Madame Pomfrey's voice dropped to a mere whisper with the last word.

Dumbledore nodded, his mouth downturned, the twinkle in his bright blue eyes missing.

"And the injuries include?" he inquired, gently.

"Headmaster, there were so many. Although I have managed to heal most of them. Excluding the minor cuts and bruises, she had four broken ribs, a fractured left wrist and concussion. There is an odd injury around the base of her throat, almost like shattered glass. I tried to heal it, but it won't heal. She also severely underweight and malnourished. She has an older injury that has left a gruesome scar. I've never seen anything like it. It's like purple lightening across her torso…", the mediwitch trailed off with a sigh.

"What is more important though is she appears to have been attacked by a dark magic, pureblood supremist. There is a wound on her neck as though a knife was held to it. I've healed it but as you know cursed objects always leave scars."

Poppy Pomfrey paused, her kind brown eyes flittering to the door of the hospital ward where she could see the group of boys trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. Pulling Dumbledore away from the entrance, she continued in hushed tones.

"She is covered in bite marks…They do not appear to be healing. The other thing…she has something on her left arm. A brand. It won't heal".

Dumbledore nodded sadly at the nurse, before walking to the girl's bedside. He pulled back the curtains, expecting to see the girl sleeping, only to be met by curious red-rimmed eyes.

XX

Notes:

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter in any way, all rights belong to J.K Rowling and The Warner Brothers.

I know this story has been done many a time, but I thought I would write a little preview and see if I got any interest. If there is interest, then I will continue. Hopefully adding my own little spin to the story. I will offer opportunities for my readers to inject themselves into the story if so inclined too.

*Pairings: Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger, James Potter/Lily Evans, Sirius Black/OC.

Fan cast (when introducing new characters to the story, I will add this at the bottom, except for OCs):

1. Hermione Granger - Emma Watson

2. Older Bellatrix Lestrange - Helena Boham Carter

3. Draco Malfoy - Tom Felton

4. Older Narcissa Malfoy - Cate Blanchett

5. Albus Dumbledore - Michael Gambon

6. Poppy Pomfrey - Troian Bellisario

7. Remus Lupin - David Oakes

8. Sirius Black - Ezra Miller

9. James Potter - Aaron Johnson

10. Peter Pettigrew - Jamie Bell