I've been delving into a lot of Bellamione fanfic's and even some Andromeda/Hermione fics, so i figured I should get my act together and finish this chapter. I'm working now on a very brief script since chapter 1 was all of what I'd written up of this story with a little extra. I hope you all enjoy it however!

"Hu hu hu hu" A strange laugh echoed in the darkness, a hand muffled the sound as to not disturb the girl on the cold stone floor. She watched over her, waiting for her to awake, she looked around but the area was so dark yet even she daren't cast some light, people would be looking for the girl before too long. It was risky even just to kidnap her.

The death eater didn't care, ever since she marked her, the young witch had plagued her mind and she knew just as well she'd been plaguing hers. She was the one who enchanted the scar to cause her to slowly bend to her will.

Bellatrix crouched over the girl and looked at her scar, it glowed a faint green colour to her touch. The death eater smirked as she dropped the arm to the floor noticing Hermione waking up.

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Hermione's eyes flickered open instantly registering that she was in a dark place, she could feel the cold almost right away and tried to sit up but for some reason her limbs wouldn't move.

"G'morning Muddy, try not to struggle the ropes will only get tighter, or on second thoughts feel free to struggle all you want" Bellatrix chuckled, the younger witches heart sank as she realised she was pinned to the floor by tight ropes around her ankles and her wrists. Panic set in, as she struggled the ropes did indeed get tighter so she tried to stay calm but the quiver in her voice gave her away.

"W-What do you want with me?"

Bellatrix crouched beside Hermione and smirked at her; she ran pale slender fingers along a muddy cheek and cackled when the younger witch flinched away from her touch.

"Why would I want anything to do with such a dirty, disgusting creature like you?" Bellatrix spat in reply, Hermione's heart sank, she was used to been called things because of her blood status but for some reason when this Death eater spoke them, it was so much worse.

Hermione struggled but the ropes bound her tight, almost cutting off her blood circulation, she couldn't think straight; the fear was alert as if it was its own person but it wasn't.

Bellatrix watched the younger witch struggle with dark eyes, no words or sounds escaped past her lips but that didn't stop Hermione from been able to hear very faint breathing.

Hours later a single word was uttered and all of Hermione's nightmares came to life, the pain flooded through her cells as they screamed for redemption but salvation was a stone's throw away, her fate wasn't her own and the dark witch whose wand was outdrawn cackled as the tears streamed down the younger girls cheeks. Saviour was not here and it wasn't coming.

What must have been an eternity later the pain stopped and the world slowly came back into focus, the tears dried on Hermione's cheeks and the ropes were gone, when had that happened?

Bellatrix could see the girl was close to breaking, she saw the breaking point in the girl's eyes, it excited her. The breaking point was different for everyone but when she broke the strong people it was most rewarding, once the girl snapped she'd be hers for the taking.

The Longbottom's were so easy to break, Bellatrix had grown so bored soon after she tortured them, she'd broken many people in her life but she had a feeling this one would be much more rewarding and yet a hand gripped her own and drew the wand away, she turned to look into the eyes of her younger sister, Andromeda, the blood traitor.

"Bella, let the girl rest, you can have your way soon but... Well look at her, she isn't going anywhere" Andromeda spoke with a voice of silk laced with cyanide, the hazel eyes met dark ones, waves of light brown contrasting against the almost black curves of insanity.

Bellatrix lowered her wand and turned away, she knew she'd get the chance to break the girl but her sister wouldn't let her have it now. Not yet, she knew she could just take Hermione's spirit now but she also knew that luring the pray into a false sense of security would make that moment all the sweeter.

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As her eyes slowly opened she could sense she wasn't ion the floor anymore, instead she was in a black four post bed with green silk curtains and a woman with light brown hair was sat watching her from the end of the bed, she looked so much like Bellatrix that Hermione flinched away. The woman saw her and smiled.

"No need to be scared Hermione, I'm not going to hurt you, in fact I plan to keep my sister from hurting you" The hazel eyed woman spoke, Hermione had heard of the 3rd black sister a blood traitor they called her, the kindest of the three and the most like Bellatrix for her looks but this woman couldn't be her, she was so much more striking than she'd heard, a faint blush spread across her cheeks and she confirmed she was fine.

"I'm Andromeda, if you need me, just call; I'm going to go have words with my sister about how we treat our guests"

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Sorry about the wait, I've kinda had stuff on and I've recently burn some bridges with people who for a long time have made me feel worthless, so I've used those emotions to get something out of me. It seems that I can only write when I'm in a negative mindset and I'm hurt in whatever way, since I'm on happy pills that's becoming less and less.

I am off to London on Monday so I'll be bringing a notepad to write some stuff in, with a bit of luck I'll have produced an ember of an idea for the next chapter.

Oh and I'm also adding a little bit of Andromeda into the story since I've really grown to love her character lately.