Author's Note:

This story, Unbroken takes place before the Battle of Hogwarts. The Golden Trio is comprised of Harry, Ginny, and Ron. This story is very different than the original, I want to make clear. Everyone is much darker and more evil. I know that I am writing one other story at the moment but I thought that I would at least post this one.

I had posted it before then took it down. Now it's up again. This story is also on my AO3 account: Irishgurl15 where I already have two chapters posted. You go there and read ahead if you'd like. I do want to warn that this story is rated Mature due to the graphic violence, explicit language, and reference to rape. If you are uncomfortable with this than I suggest you don't read. I will try to put warnings before each chapter to warn everyone. I should update again in three days and then I'll begin to update every week or sooner. Lastly, I really do appreciate comments and constructive criticism! They are what motivates me to keep writing and the more comments I get, the more frequently I'll update!

Chapter 1:

1 day earlier

"Sectumsempra." the wizard above her growled.

With a flick of his wand, deep cuts marred the young witch. Her once pale skin was now covered in a deep scarlet liquid. Ragged breathes escaped her lips yet she did not scream. Her chest heaved up and down and her eyes widened in horror as a pool of blood poured from her abdomen. She didn't want to die this way. This was not how she was going to go. Her death would be on her own terms.

She cowered away from the monster, hoping he would get tired of the games and let her be. Except he didn't- he never did. As long as she was alive and suffering, then it was all that mattered.

"Very good technique," the older man observed. "You've been taking notes."

The young wizard grumbled in response, displeased at his slave's lack of reaction. It was obvious that she was in pain, yet she still had that fiery courage in her gut, telling her not to give in.

"I want to make it scream." he calmly said. "Why won't it scream?"

She didn't even give a reaction. It was what she was used to. She wasn't a witch to them. She wasn't a girl. She wasn't even a person. She was the lowest of the low- below the animals. All because of who her parents were- who she was born to.

"Because it's a stubborn little piece of filth, that's why." the man drawled. "It doesn't yet understand it's place."

She could see their feet moving in circles around her. They were the hunters and she was the prey. She didn't dare look up, knowing that could earn her an even worse punishment. She was just a filthy little inbred, below everyone and everything. She had no rights, owned nothing to her name. She was property to be used and abused, only being kept alive all these years to be tortured.

Her bushy brown hair was coated in blood and her once defined high cheekbones and milky white skin were gaunt and hollow from the years of starvation. The light may have left her brown eyes but she still had hope in her heart.

Hope that she would die from the hunger or perhaps a curse would backfire killing her instantly. Her parents were dead and she knew that nobody was looking for her. Purebloods were no better than dead in the wizarding world. If she ever escaped, she would end up right back in captivity. She didn't think she could survive a second time.

"What shall we do about this, Professor Snape?" she could hear the smile in his voice.

"You know, Harry."

"Crucio?" his voice raised in excitement.

"Crucio."

She didn't have time to react. The wand raised and a red stream of light hit her body. The girl couldn't hold it in any longer. She screamed as loud as her vocal cords would allow her too. She had entered the pits of hell.

I awoke with a startled gasp. I clutched my chest, feeling the remnants of the cruciatus curse. I couldn't count the number of times that I've felt the mind- numbing, heart- stopping pain. I manage to push myself up but a sudden crushing pain radiated throughout my entire arm. I immediately slumped back down.

A stick poked me in the side and the dirt crumbled between my index and middle finger. An inchworm crawled along in front of my face and the sound of rushing water echoed throughout the trees.

I can't remember how I ended up here. A feeling of dread made my stomach lurch and my heart spiked, knowing what would happen when they found me. How could I escape when I can't even stand up? I had no shoes, wand, or any magical ability and was stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Anybody could take me now. They could be worse than them.

I don't remember the last time I was outside, the feeling of the sun on my face, seeping through my skin. The sun was brighter than I thought and everything was quieter… and then it wasn't. I inclined my head to the side, hearing voices- several- coming nearer. There was nowhere for me to hide. My heart pounded against my chest and my body began to shake, they couldn't take me back.

I wouldn't let them.

My master wouldn't be kind to me. He'd lock me away in the dungeon for hours, messing with my mind. He'd curse and break me over and over again until all my sanity was lost. He would make me want to die but he wouldn't kill me.

He wanted me to suffer.

I was just a filthy inbred and Harry Potter didn't give a crap about us.

My gaze focused on the slave bond carved into my left arm. It was a dead giveaway. If slaves escaped their owners than whoever found them was required to turn them in. I knew that I didn't have a chance. All I could do was hope they spared me some mercy but I knew that was unlikely.

It's too late to run now.

The men have stopped talking. They stood three feet away, staring at me with a vicious gleam in their eyes. I bite my tongue stopping myself from screaming out when they charged forward, dragging me up to my feet, and pressing me against a tree. A large boy with a smushed in face smirks. He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to stare at the two of them. A skinnier guy stood further away to the side, eyeing me up and down, his wand being held in his hand. Both had short buzzed hair and were clad in black boots and robes,

The boy's nails dug into my cheeks and unable to help it, I cried out. He pressed his wand against my neck, choking me as I struggled for air.

"What are you doing here?" the boy behind hissed.

Gasping for air, I manage to weakly say, "I… don't... know."

It was the truth! Honest to Merlin! If only they would see it that way.

"You don't know?" he scoffs. "Hear that Goyle? The filth doesn't know!"

The chubby one cackles, spitting slobber all over my face. The wand cuts into my skin the harder he presses. I clawed at my neck, desperate to be free. I was drowning and dying and fighting for air. My vision became blurred and head began to ache. The adrenaline slowed and right when I was about to give up, he pulled his wand back… just a little bit.

"Let me ask you again, girly… " the skinny one- Goyle steps forward. "What are you doing outside Malfoy Manor?"

"I-I-I don't know." I whimpered. "I- I was put here."

"You were put here?" Goyle echoed in disbelief.

"Yes." my voice croaked.

He stares at me for a few moments with a look of contemplation on his face. He was probably thinking of all the ways to kill me. My mind thought bitterly.

I didn't know what he was talking about. I didn't know anything about the Malfoys' or the manors. I didn't even know where I was.

"Wha' should we do?" he turned to Goyle. The two of them stared at me in disdain. I hung my head, knowing what was coming.

Death would be more merciful.

But then he showed up. My unknown saviour. Nobody was ever just kind, there were always an ulterior motive. A shiver went down my spine.

"You can start by putting her down." his voice was eerily calm.

The two of them jerk away from the fast approaching man, dropping me to the ground in the process. I descended into a coughing fit, clawing at my chest. I curled up into a ball, my head hiding in my knees as faint tremors went through my body.

"Apparate back to the manor." the new man spit at the two boys. "Tell my father that I'm dealing with this girl."

"But Malfoy-"

"Now!" his voice raises an octave. "Do I have to ask again?"

There's no more argument. Authority and dominance oozed off him, making everyone cower in fear. They mutter a meek, "yes sir," before disappearing. My eyes were tightly shut closed, not daring to look up at him.

He was the boss. He was in charge.

I bit through my bottom lip- there was blood in my mouth. I waited… several long agonizing seconds for him to do something.

For him to kill me.

Why else would he have forced them away?

"State your blood status," his voice was cold, showing no emotion, it's like I had been dunked in a cold ice bath.

"P-p-pure-bl-bl-ood." I stammer in a quiet voice. I expect him to lash out, to hurt me, to do something! But I can feel his gaze burning into my skin and says nothing.

"Pureblood." he whispers to himself with amusement in his voice. He gripped his wand in his hand and crouched down beside me. I could feel his hot breathe on my skin. His hand ran through my bushy hair, pulling a twig out.

"What is your name?" his voice was nonchalant, asking a seamlessly enough innocent question. I knew what it meant. I knew what he was trying to do. He pet my hair in a calming gesture, momentarily distracting me.

"I-I-I'm just a sl-slave." my voice was just above a whisper. Hot tears ran down my cheeks at a steady pace.

His hand froze and I heard a tiny gasp. Something sharp was stabbing into my leg, I fidgeted uncomfortably. From the corner of my eye, he placed his wand in his black boot and his hand hung by his side.

"Sit up." he ordered in a firm yet soft voice. I quickly complied, knowing the consequences for misbehavior. I sat on the back of my heels, feeling the familiar ache in my knees, I had become all to used to. My head hung low, my hair covering my face.

Startling me, he grabbed my right arm, flipping it over. My heart dropped to my stomach as his thumb ran over the brand on my arm, symbolizing my enslavement. A crude, HP had been marked onto my arm several years ago. The pain and smell of burning flesh was still fresh in my mind.

Now you would always know who you belonged to.

"Everybody has a name." his voice was just above a whisper. "Your parents had to have given you one."

My parents are dead.

I'm silent, opting not to respond. He was just trying to trick me, he wanted me to mess up, he wanted to have a reason to punish me.

"Look at me." he sighed. His thumb softly stroked my cheek. I tried not to breathe but it was impossible.

What was he doing?

"Look at me." he repeated again. He tilted my chin up until my neck was no longer bent. He brushed my hair behind my ears, clearing my face. I kept my eyes pointed down at my lap. The rules were beaten into my head. I was not about to break the biggest one.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"I-I- I can't."

"Yes you can. Your master is no longer here. You are not going back to him." he said with complete and total conviction that I almost believed him. A few tears leaked from my eyes, I couldn't stop them.

"You can trust me." his voice broke just a little. "Please."

Everything inside me screamed, NO!

Don't do it! It's a trap!
Was it really, though? The fear crippled me, freezing every muscle inside my body, as I made up my mind and ever so slowly, looked up at him.

A boy with striking blue eyes and platinum blonde hair stared back at me. His mouth was partially open and etched in his face is what looked to be years of stress and pain. My heart pounded in my ears, I was unable to look away.

"Thank you." he breathed.

I blinked and swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. I was going to puke.

"You are safe now." he was serious. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

I look away and clench my jaw. "Y-you ca-can't promise that, si-sir."

"Yes I can." he squeezed my arm almost as if he were afraid to let go. "You claim that you are pureblood so tell me your name."

I want to say it. I want to scream it for the world to hear but then I remember… I remember what will happen. What he said if I muttered that name again. That girl didn't exist anymore. She was dead.

"My name is Draco Malfoy. My father is Lucius Malfoy and my mum is Narcissa Malfoy." he stated with a new fire in his voice. "Everybody has a name."

"He-he'll hurt me. H-he'll know. I-I'm no longer that girl." I lowered my head in submission with my eyes downcast. None of this made sense. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"I-" he gulps. "I won't let him touch you. He'll have to get through me first."

Don't do it.

I opened my mouth.

He'll know. He'll find you.

Maybe he wasn't a snatcher. Maybe I was safe.

"Her-" my lips trembled. "Her-mi-one."

I let out a sob, feeling all of the fear drip away from my body. "M-my name is Hermione Lestrange."

I collapse in his arms. My eyes drip with tears and all the walls that held me up- that protected me just… collapsed. Drops fell down my cheeks, wetting his shirt but he didn't care. For so long… for so long I was in the dark. I was his slave, his pet… but maybe now- maybe I could finally find some peace. Maybe now he would finally kill me.