Hello melove :) Right, i realised my first chapter was on the brief side so i decided to write more in the chapters to come!
Okay chapter 2 is more plot..plot..plot so i how you enjoy the story! A final note: Thank you kindly to those individuals who reviews, seriously: You amaze me!
allons y! - Lestrangex

Chapter 2

The cold, lustful laugh tore through Malfoy Manor, clung to the corridors and embraced the dark dungeons, almost snuffed out by the cries of the red headed boy.

"HERMIONE! NOOO!" his ragged voice strained through the darkness, followed by the pounding of his white knuckled fists. Tired eyes, a blistering hue of red frantically darting around the room in a search for escape. A small hand rested on his shoulder calmed his motions. The comfort was gentle, a reminder of the missing tenderness in Ron Weasley's life.

"It will be okay, Ron. I sense a change in what is to come." She mused

"Luna's right Ron, we can't give up hop! Let's keep strong, for Hermione's sake."

"But she's up there with that psycho BITCH! Did you not forget, Bellatrix killed Sirius! FUCKING MURDERER! AND SHE'LL KILL HER TOO!"

"I KNOW RON! I know.." the chosen one looked defeated as he joined his friend slumped on the floor. Time stood still at that given moment; frozen and fixed in a tableau of apathy, neither of the friends acknowledging each other, nor the young girl in their company. Another surge of laughter rattled through the bleak dungeons, which emitted a heartfelt scream from the red-haired boy. So lost in his own thoughts, Harry didn't notice the tug of his distressed jeans. "Dobby?"

"Harry Potter, Dobby has come to rescue you!" Squeaked the house elf – in delight, Harry dropped to his knees and cradled the creature before him.

"Dobby? But how?" questioned the boy. "You can apparate in and out of here?" Dobby frantically nodded before flashing his large twinkling eyes. "Please Dobby, take Luna and Mr Olivander to safety!" As he gestured to the unconscious elder man leant against the damp brick wall. Dobby flashed his approval and disapparated in a 'pop'.

"Bloody brilliant" sighed Ron.

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She could feel the saline streams that graced her already damp cheeks. She didn't care if she seemed pathetic in front of Deatheater nor that all traces of her Gryffindor courage had left – the only thing she could focus on was the dark witch sat above her eye line. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't control her own thoughts. Lazily, Bellatrix trailed her crimson nails down the frightened girl's jaw, forcing their eyes to meet again.

"What's wrong pet? Afraid of the Big… Bad… Deatheater?" she purred through pouted lips. Hermione struggled against the older woman, who resorted to pinning the witch's arms above her head. "Answer me…" The Deatheater edged closer. Hermione couldn't breathe, her judgement clouded by the intoxication that was Bellatrix Lestrange. The dark witch slowly moved a damp curl from the girl's heated face and tucked it effortlessly behind her ear. "Answer me, Muddy…" then continuing to trail down Hermione's neck. Something stirred in the young witch's stomach, was it fear? Was it anger or humiliation? Hermione simply didn't know but it didn't stop her from whimpering her name.

"Bella…"

Bellatrix moved away to survey the girl beneath her, resting her own hands on the slight hips of the younger woman. A million thoughts flashed before her: lust, hunger, need, disgust. But all were suddenly burst by the crash of an ornate door. Stood in all her brilliance was Narcissa Malfoy.

"Bella?" First a deadly sneer at the sight before her. Her own sister, Bellatrix Lestrange in the presence of a 'Mudblood!' It sickened her, disgusted her that someone as high calibre was given the task of torturing 'filth'. "Bella!" echoed through the empty room, to which the witch sighed and glared at her baby sister – in her frustration digging her nails into Hermione's waist causing her to wince in pain. "The boys have escaped the dungeon, their looking for the Mudblood!" hissed the blonde witch.

"Hear that, pet? The Weasel and Potter are coming to get you-" that sing song voice brought no comfort to the already terrified Gryffindor. "But you're not going, anywhere." She whispered seductively. Suddenly crash and malevolent sounds of curses and spells filled the empty corridors of Malfoy Manor. It was Harry and Ron, fighting their way through Deatheaters – Wormtail, Greyback and even Draco.

"HERMIONE!"

At the sight of the ginger school boy, Bellatrix forced Hermione to stand; wrapping an arm around her waist in support for the fragile girl but also to show her dominance.

"Cissy, dispose of this.. FILTH!" followed by a sinister cackle. Then, the flourish of reds and greens, hexes and curse, spells spiralling, hitting, disarming.

"STUPEFY" Cried Ron

"EXPULSO" Interjected Draco

"REDUCIO"

"CRUCIO" Narcissa cursed

"EXPELLIARMUS" screamed a very breathless Harry, leaving the blonde witch in utter shock. Whilst Bellatrix reached for the blood smeared knife she whispered to the girl before her.

"Shhh pet, that Weasel won't get his hands on you…" Somehow the dark witch's comment seemed to lessen the movement from the worried Hermione Grainger. What was she thinking, letting her guard down whilst enclosed in the most dangerous dark witch in the magical world – someone who hated essence, every fibre she was made up of and yet, she found a form of dysfunctional comfort in the Deatheater's touch. And almost in a complete contrast, she quickly positioned the knife across the girl's pulse point. "DROP YOUR WANDS!" The boy's reluctantly followed orders.
"Well well well… Harry Potter. All shiny and new…" her eyesight trailed to Hermione in her arms and then to the sudden appearance of her brother-in-law, Lucius Malfoy who dominantly wrapped an arm around her baby sister. "Call him." Bellatrix ordered coldly in her disgrace.

The soft timberal texture of the crystal could be heard over head to which Hermione and Bellatrix both simultaneously glanced up to see the small house elf present on the elegant chandelier. The dark witch moved a hand up the Gryffindor's body followed by an instant mutter.

"Move.."

The crystal light fitting hurtled towards the floor as the Deatheater pushed Hermione into the arms of the young boys and skilfully avoided the mass of fragmented glass. In that second, Narcissa noticed something different in her elder sister; in her eyes. Before it flashed into the all too familiar sadistic fury!

"Stupid house elf! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!"

"Dobby only intended to seriously harm.."

With that the elf turned to disapparate from the manor, to which Hermione could only look back at her captivator.

"FUCKING HOUSE ELF!" In all her frustration, the female Deatheater threw her treasured silver blade at the apparating party, to which she was successful. Hermione felt at the pit of her stomach the ever familiar feeling of the magical departure.

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On arrival of the deserted beach, Hermione froze at the horror before her. Harry cradling the limp and lifeless elf, rocking his fragile form in the damp sand…

…Dobby the elf was dead.

The numerous tears shed on that one beach could not be washed away by the transcending messy raindrops from the murky, colourless sky. The boys silently left the makeshift grave of their once loved elf; whilst Hermione took her time to reflect on the events that happened only moments ago. And so the young girl sat alone in the damp grass with the only two reminders of Bellatrix Lestrange: the everlasting scar left on her now imperfect skin, and the newly found silver blade which she held in her palm, remembering its significance to the elder witch.

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