Author's Note: As stated in the description, this fic contains various mature and dark themes. These include, but are not limited to, slavery, non-consensual sex, femmeslash, and violence.

This is my first time writing anything remotely dark. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Enjoy!

"Give me the mudblood, my Lord! Oh, please! Just think of the fun I can have with her!" Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting on Voldemort's right hand side, her icy eyes fixed upon the muggleborn witch in front of her.

It had been two months since Voldemort's followers had overthrown the Order of the Pheonix during the battle of Hogwarts, leaving the wizarding world under the darkest regime it had ever seen. Yet despite the dystopian that Lord Voldemort and his followers created, many found hope in hiding. Only hours after the news of the final battle spread, hundreds of wizarding families went into hiding, leaving what appeared to be an indestructible regime with a paranoid leader with a strong fear of revolution.

After spending weeks facilitating a vicious hunt for blood traitors, Potter loyalists, and mudbloods, Lucius Malfoy had managed to kill over two dozen pieces of filth. The scum his small band of Death Eaters had found tonight were different, however. Two young women; one, a known blood traitor, the other, a mudblood. Both members of the Order of the Pheoinx, and both friends with Harry Potter.

"What do you propose to do with her, Bella?" Lord Voldemort's eyes failed to waver from the younger witch as he spoke. "Surely you don't wish to keep someone of her blood status alive?"

"Killing her would be too easy, My Lord. Keeping her alive would bring me so much joy. Imagine how splendidly horrid I could make her life! She'll beg me for death soon enough, should I be permitted to keep her." Bellatrix crooned.

"She did manage to cause trouble for us during the great battle, didn't she? One of Potter's faithful friends, if I recall correctly. You regret that now, don't you Mudblood?" Voldemort mused, watching as tears filled the young witch's eyes. "If only you had refrained from stealing magic, perhaps you could've simply served as a worker like the rest of your muggle kin."

"Harry Potter is more of a wizard than you will ever be! And I am more of a witch than half of the people in this room. My blood doesn't have to be pure for my magic to be strong." Hermione Granger made her Gryffindor courage known as she spoke for the first time since her capture.

Voldemort let out a low laugh while Bellatrix looked on in astonishment. "How dare it speak to the Dark Lord like that!" the raven haired witch bellowed before raising her wand towards Hermione. "Bad mudblood! Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!"

As Hermione's body withered in pain, Bellatrix pouted.

"My lord, please let me keep her. I'd love another woman to have some girl time with."

As Voldemort watched Hermione twitch on the hard stone floor he nodded in agreement. "For as long as you maintain your faithful service, Bella, you may keep the mudblood as your own."

Bellatrix clapped her hands excitedly at Voldemort's decree, letting out a squeal as she lowered herself from her position beside her master to crawl towards Hermione.

"Hear that, precious?" Bellatrix's voice rang with an evil sing-song tone as she reached her captive. "You belong to me! All mine, you are!"

Voldemort chuckled, allowing himself to take in the scene before him, only shifting his eyes as the figure to Hermione's right made a small coughing noise.

"And what do you propose for this one, Bella? She is, after all, family."

Nymphadora Tonks made no movement as the eyes in the room made their way to her. Like Hermione, she lay in the center of the great room, invisible chains making it difficult for her to move.

"She's no family of mine. Although her blood is half pure, of course. Half Black, at that. I could torture her before you give her away to breed, perhaps?" Once again, Bellatrix's face lit up at the thought of bringing misery to someone lesser than herself.

Nymphadora Tonks lacked her friend's Gryffindor courage. Nevertheless she was not one to sit by quietly.

"I will not 'breed' with anyone." Tonks muttered, adverting her eyes from her captors.

"I believe many of my faithful servants will disagree with you," Voldemort said with a laugh. "particularly Severus."

Bellatrix's face dropped – she had wished to be the sole follower to receive such a valuable award from this event.

"Forgive me, my Lord, but Severus has no us for her. He has lost all interest in such frivolous things since the death of that dreaded mudblood years ago." Bellatrix unnecessarily reminded her Lord of Snape's wrong doing of falling for a mudblood.

"The thing morphs, does it not? If he so wishes he can have her change into that dreaded girl he lusted for. Much like yourself, Severus has proved most useful, Bella. He too shall be rewarded." Voldemort said as he rose out of his chair.

"Bellatrix," the cruel voice directed, as the creature behind it made its way out of the room. "you're to see to it that Severus receives his toy. After that you are free to take your ...thing... and depart."

"Of course, my Lorrd, of course." Bellatrix answered, bowing low to the ground. "And thank you! I promise I shall not let you down when it comes to the handling of the mudblood."

"Oh, I trust that you won't." And with that, Lord Voldemort disappeared through the dark doorway.