The pain was unbearable. She didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain, every muscle felt as if it were being attacked by thousands of bolts of electricity with every move that she made. She could feel hot tears racing down her cheeks as she writhed around on the floor, doused in her own sweat, blood, and tears.

The Gryffindor could barely hear anything going on around her; the only sound resonating was that of her captors maniacal laughter, along with the few hushed voices that filled the room. As soon as it had begun, it was over. The relief from the pain caused strangled sobs to escape her throat, and Hermione didn't have the courage to even open her eyes.

It had been hours since the battle had ended. It was a victory and a loss all in the same time. The image of Alecto Carrow taking the life out of Ron as he attempted to cast his first Avada Kedavra replayed in Hermione's head over and over again, as if she didn't believe that it had actually happened. As if she could bring him back to life. Harry and Voldemort had battled it out, and eventually Voldemort did fall. But so did Harry. Hermione wasn't sure where they had taken him; or even if he was still alive.

Her insides felt numb-it wasn't fair that she was alive. She suddenly found herself feeling guilty about it all, as if it were her fault Ron had died, or that Harry had collapsed a moment after Voldemort. And then suddenly she had been grabbed, and all within a few minutes, had been under the Cruciatus Curse of Bellatrix Lestrange. And it went on for hours.

"Is she dead?" A voice asked, but it was so far off that she could barely register it.

"Of course not, you nit." Another voice snapped, and this one Hermione recognized. It sent a jolt of fear down her spine, and her eyes snapped open to be greeted with the wide, onyx eyes of none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.

The woman hung over her body, blood smeared down her cheek, her hot breath clouding Hermione's lungs. The younger woman couldn't move a muscle, paralyzed by fear or physical limitation, she didn't know.

She wanted to spit in her face.

She wanted to curse her, to send her far, far away, to just punch her in her beautiful, marble face.

What?

"She's not movin', Lestrange." The same voice from before stated, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Would you shut up!" Bellatrix barked, turning away from Hermione, her wand pointed at the man in question. Hermione followed the direction of the wand, and saw that it was Travers, a snatcher whom Hermione recognized.

In a split second, Bellatrix had turned back to Hermione, her nose pressed up against the girls cheek. Her eyes were wild with rage, and her body shook with an insanity that far surpassed any previous outbursts the witch had had.

"Where is he?" Bellatrix hissed, her wand sticking into Hermione's other cheek threateningly. A whimper escaped the girl, who shut her eyes tightly, as if it would make the entire situation go away. Bellatrix chuckled darkly, jutting out her full bottom lip in a faux pout. "Oh, don't cry, mudblood." She cooed, petting Hermione's hair down roughly. "Where is he?!" She bellowed, this time grabbing a handful of Hermione's light hair and giving it a harsh tug, causing Hermione to cry out in pain. She felt as if she might pass out at any moment, but at this point, she was hoping she would.

"I d-don't know!" Hermione sobbed, ripples of pain surging through her body at the contact. Bellatrix slammed the girls head back down on the concrete, pulling herself off of her in one swift motion. Her wand was at the ready, an unforgivable ready to fall from her lips, before a soft voice interrupted her.

"Bella…" This seemed to cause Bellatrix to hesitate, though she didn't lower her wand. "You're going to kill her."

"And why shouldn't I, Cissy?" Bellatrix huffed at her sister, not moving her gaze from Hermione's shaking body. Bellatrix's arm shook with fury; so much pent up anger that she could not release, all because the stupid little mudblood may have had information they needed. Narcissa came up behind her older sister, placing a gently hand on her forearm so that the witch lowered her wand. Had anybody else attempted to do such a thing, they would have lost their own arm. But Narcissa seemed to be able to calm Bellatrix in a way nobody else could, and for this, Hermione was grateful.

"Because then you'll never find out where he is." Narcissa pointed out, her voice soft and calming on Bellatrix's ear. The eldest Black took a shaky breath, knowing her sister was right. The only thing she had wanted in the whole world right now was to find Harry Potter, and to kill him. Yes, for hours, she had taken out her fury on the Gryffindor at her feet, so much so that the poor girl was drenched in her own blood, either from throwing it up, or from the open wound on her abdomen. But she needed more than that.

"Get out." Her voice was barely above a whisper. When nobody moved, Bellatrix howled, a sense of authority in her voice. "Get out!" She ordered, and the whole house shook with the intensity of her scream. Several 'pops' were heard throughout the room, and soon, it was just Bellatrix, Narcissa, and a sobbing Hermione, who was falling in and out of conscientious.

For a moment, there was silence.

Hermione was quite sure the pair had forgotten about her, as Bellatrix stared her sister down, an emotion Hermione didn't recognize in her eyes. Then, all too soon, Bellatrix had turned her attention back to the bleeding girl, her face stoic. Hermione braced herself for another curse, a kick, a snide comment, anything. But nothing came.

"Lucius!" The dark haired woman barked, causing Hermione to jump, followed by a small cry of pain. Through her tears, Hermione watched as the man entered the room. He looked so old. His once young, jesting face was replaced with that of a man who has seen too much. He looked tired; and it was as if his platinum blonde hair was graying. The man Hermione had perhaps found attractive once upon a time had become a man of great burdens, it looked like. He was broken. "Pick her up. Bring her upstairs." Bellatrix ordered, but the man didn't move.

Enraged at not being obeyed, Bellatrix glared at him, her eyes full of painful promises. Instead, Narcissa placed a loving hand on her husband's arm, a look of pleading in her eyes that begged him to appease Bellatrix for the time being. Defeated, the man stood above Hermione, looking down at her with empty eyes.

As soon as Lucius had enveloped Hermione in his strong arms, pain ripped through her body. She cried out loudly, sobs scratching at her throat as her stomach began to convulse, spilling blood out onto Lucius's robes. In another moment, she had black out, the last thing she heard being, "Goddamn mudblood."

A/N: Hey there! This is the first chapter of my new (eventual) Bellamione fic, and I hope you all liked it! I will try to do updates every week. For those of you who are confused about what's going on, I will recap for you.

The battle of Hogwarts is over-Voldemort is defeated. The only reason Bellatrix is not flipping a shit is because of her determination to find Harry and kill him, that's keeping her going for the time being. Yes; Ron is dead. I'm not too torn up about it. Harry is MIA, I mean, in regards to Hermione and the Death Eaters. Everyone else knows where he is. That's about it so far; and I'll see you guys next week. :)