A/N: This story is a Hermione/Bucky (The Winter Soldier) pairing, there is torture and swearing and possibly some raunchy scenes. You have been warned.

Also this is AU, I believe that stands for Authors Universe? So same characters but events are different.

Chapter 1: Torture

Hermione breathed in, the thick, musty air of the cave filling her lungs. Everything hurt, she knew her adopted brothers would find her soon, but by god, why couldn't they hurry the fuck up! It had been a week since The Final Battle, Hermione had been searching the grounds of Hogwarts for survivors and bodies when Bellatrix and a few lower ranked Death Eaters had come upon her. Weak with exhaustion and bleeding quite heavily from the many wounds she had obtained during The Final Battle, they managed to spirit her away before Harry and Ron could reach her.

Exactly what happened after her spiriting away is a blur, the only thing she knew, pain, extraordinary pain. Hermione could remember the first strike. Bellatrix was a foul bitch. She'd already carved MUDBLOOD into her left arm, in huge blocky letters when she tortured Hermione, when the trio were hunting horcruxes. Now, once again she was gleefully carving her skin, like it was a block of wood. 'She must have a weird fetish for torturing me…' Hermione thought, wincing ever so slightly as one of Bellatrix's cursed blades cut into the skin of her right arm, in the mimic of the dark mark. When her boys came to rescue her, she knew that she'd be able to out scar them for eternity. After all, not only did she have a carved dark mark and the word MUDBLOOD, her back is also an intense artwork of bloodied skin, from the whipping she endured when Bellatrix went to eat or sleep, the bitch had decreed that; 'the bitch has had it easy her whole life, whip her whenever I'm not in the room.' Not that, that was ever very often. Hermione inhaled sharply, as pain shot through her arms. She was currently laid out on the stone floor, in her underwear, with Bellatrix sliding the knife over her body. Two death eaters were holding her wrists above her head. One of the idiots had squeezed and twisted her wrist, causing the blooded burns, caused by her shackles, when she was held up for her whippings, to flair in pain.

As far as Hermione could guess, it had been maybe 3 or 4 days since Bellatrix had started torturing her. She'd managed to retreat into her mind, seeking refuge, barely letting out a noise, this had infuriated the dark witch, until finally she'd found a way to make the curly haired witch scream. All it took was a procedure. Hermione's right leg had been mangled, one of the shackles around her ankle hadn't been unlocked properly, causing her leg to twist, and the skin to rip, not to mention the numerous knife wounds inflicted by Bellatrix. Hermione's leg was bloodied, torn and damaged beyond repair. Within minutes of her injury a man had appeared taking her away to a room deep within the cave. Hermione's screams echoed around the cave for hours, Bellatrix laughing gleefully the whole time.

The young tortured witch was then dragged back to Bellatrix, her torture to begin once more, the only difference? Hermione was now sporting a silver adamantium leg, from hip to toe. The limb had been fused into her nerves, muscles and bones, enabling her to move, walk and feel. 'It would have been nice to ask the bastard how it was possible…' Hermione mused, soon after waking. Of course, Bellatrix had quickly disposed of the man, just for fun.

So, there she was, the smartest witch of her age, laying splayed out on the cold ground, her body exposed, bloodied and damaged. Refusing to make a sound, refusing to answer Bellatrix's never ending questions.

Hermione stilled her body as the deranged witch once more leaned over her, holding her carving knife loosely in her hand. Bellatrix placed her blade against the top of her temple, dragging it down towards her chin, nicking the end of her lip, Hermione could feel the blood overflow, flowing in little streams down her face and onto the floor, some spilt into her eye, forcing her to close her eye. Her ears rang as once again Bellatrix opened her fucking mouth, spilling more nonsense.

"YOU DISGUSTING, LITTLE BITCH. YOUR NOTHING BUT A LITTLE MUDBLOOD! DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM ME. I'LL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN, DO YOU REALLY THINK YOUR DUMB LITTLE FRIENDS WILL COME RESCUE YOU, EVEN IF THEY DID, THEY WOULD TAKE ONE LOOK AT YOU, AT YOUR FACE, YOUR LEG AND THROW YOU RIGHT BACK WHERE YOU BELONG. TO THE DOGS. HOW DID YOU DO IT? HOW DID YOU KILL MY MASTER, TELL ME HOW TO BRING HIM BACK!"

Hermione opened her eyes, ignoring the burn as the blood spilled into her eye socked and once more refused to speak, move or make a noise.

"Fine, you don't want to talk, then never talk again!" Bellatrix hissed,

Hermione watched as Bellatrix pointed her wand at her mouth and hissed a strange garbled word.

Shock, followed quickly by pain, a strange tanging liquid filled her mouth and finally a huge surge of energy. Hermione through her body forward, hand coming up to clasp her neck as she threw up again and again, blood pouring from her mouth onto the floor. Without looking she knew they were dead, she could feel it, she could HEAR it. No noise, besides the soft moaning of Bellatrix, raising her head, Hermione looked in front of her, her eyes over flowing with tears, she watched as Bellatrix advanced on her, spitting out some more blood, Hermione rose. If she was going to die, she was going to die standing. Fuck staying down, she wasn't an animal, she wouldn't let anyone treat her like one.

Hermione met Bellatrix's gaze, she watched as the cold, mad eyes turned to furious rage and she took in the dead bodies of her comrades and the destroyed cavern. She watched as the wild witch dropped her wand and pulled out her blade. Hermione watched as the deranged witch ran towards her, and finally she watched as the Sword of Gryffindor split open her skull, piercing through the back of her skull and appearing through her mouth. Hermione watched as Ron withdrew the blade from Bellatrix's dead body, she felt arms wrap around her body as she fell, exhaustion and pain breaking through the walls she had constructed, Hermione felt Harry's magic flow around her, cleaning the wounds and healing them. Opening her mind Hermione let her two brother, Harry and Ron, and her adopted father Sirius into her mind, her memories flowing over them like a river, before finally leaving them with only one more thought. 'I'm safe.'

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The first thing that alerted Hermione to the fact she was alive was the noise, there was shouting, no, screaming. It sounded like Molly Weasley, Hermione moaned, 'Honestly, that woman, yes she was a mother and had lived through 2 wars, but the bossy, plump, nosey beak was under the impression that she ran the god damn show.' Not wanting to alert anyone to her no longer unconsciousness, Hermione continued to listen. The second thing she noticed was her missing tongue. She knew that Harry was one of the best healers in all of England, she also knew that Sirius was even better, and that if neither of those two had restored her tongue, then she would be tongueless for the rest of her life. Rather than dwelling on the loss of her voice, Hermione just sighed softly. 'No point crying about it.' She thought, 'at least the sign language the twins taught me will make thing's easier.' Molly's voice soon cut through her thoughts.

"Now, now Sirius, I really do think I should be looking after Hermione, come on then, you can put her in Ginny's room."

'Ah, yes, Molly once more taking control, why on earth would I expect her to let my father look after me, so very stupid of me to think such a thing.' Hermione thought sarcastically to herself. She felt Sirius move back a step. Sirius had adopted Hermione during the war when they found her parent's tortured and slaughtered in Australia. So, absorbed in her sarcastic musing's Hermione missed her dad's reply to Molly. She did catch the nick name he used instead of her name, Mya, and she also heard the deep growling of Remus is Sirius's defence though.

"HOW DARE YOU! I KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR THAT GIRL, SHE'S GOING TO BE MY DAUGHTER IN LAW AFTER ALL, A DRUNK AND WEREWOLF CAN'T LOOK AFTER HER. DON'T BE STUPID. GIVE ME THE GIRL FOR FUCKS SAKE SIRIUS, I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE STUP..."

'That's enough of that.' Mya growled in her mind. Opening her eyes, Mya soon found herself looking into the silvery grey of her dad, Sirius, she could see the worry in his eyes, not to mention he looked like he'd aged 10 years or so. Winking and grinning cheekily up at her dad, she nodded. Sirius gently lowered her to the ground, holding her waist until he was sure she wouldn't fall over.

Mya noticed that Molly had shut up, lifting her head, she chuckled softly. So that's why, Hermione stood by the window of the kitchen, in what must be one of Harry's manors. Looking at her reflection she saw the scar down her face, her skin stained red from the blood. She was dressed in what looked to be Ron's quidditch jersey, he was the tallest and so it covered her body as much as possible. Her silver leg was on display for everyone to see, not to mention the severe scaring on both arms and her remaining leg. Cocking her head to the side, Mya almost laughed at the thought that flew through her mind. 'I look pretty badass.' Once again Molly Weasley distracted Mya from her thoughts.

"Hermione dear, good your awake, well, come on girl. We'll get you up to Ginny's room and I'll help you change into some more reasonable clothing. Heal you up a little more too, doesn't look like those boys have done enough, they're men though, so honestly what did I expect, now come along."

Mya watched as Molly prattled on before shaking her head softly,

"What do you mean girl? Use your voice, don't shake your head like a child." Molly spoke quickly,

Sighing, Mya turned to Fred and George, lifting her hands she proceeded to move her hands in intricate patterns.

"What on earth are you doing child, stop ignoring me. Goodness, always thought you were better than authority, didn't you Hermione?"

Mya giggled as the twins yelped and then rounded on their mother, speaking in unison, "Oi, mum, she's not replying 'cause Bellatrix ripped her tongue out, she said, you aint looking after her, Sirius, Harry, Ron and Remus are, with help from Tonks when she needs it. She said that there aint any point arguing with her, cause she'll win."

After watching Molly's mouth open and shut a few times, Hermione walked away, Ron and Harry holding her hands, helping her up the stair to the room all three along with Ginny shared, it only had 2 bed's but Harry and Ginny had started dating in their 6th year and just hadn't stopped. Ron was dating Krum, but still share, a bed with Mya, during the hunt they realised that it helped with the nightmares.

It was that moment, as Hermione walked away that she knew, once again she would be walking away again, not just from Molly and the order, but from Harry, Ron and her dad too. She could feel it, a small burning flame deep within herself, a flame yearning to start again, in a new life, she would never leave her family behind, but England would never again be her home.