I should’ve seen this coming; I knew he would hurt me. That b*****d! I trusted him to. But its Draco, what do you expect from the Malfoy bloodline. I should’ve seen his plan to use me. Of course, I always asked myself, why did I date a Slytherin? I’m a Gryffindor, dating my rivaling house, which has a personality of a pig. It’s preposterous, clearly insane. I don’t know what I was thinking, why is that I date men who are utter bitches? Maybe I’m just lucky I guess. You should never date your mortal enemy. I’m so stupid, I’m a complete idiot. Draco took advantage of my kindness and used it to destroy everything that I loved, the death-eaters had succeeded and now I’m lying here alone, in a cold murky dungeon in beetle position, naked from being raped, naked from being mocked and beaten. They stripped my pride and my womanhood, I just want to scream. When I do get back to Hogwarts, my fellow members are probably irritated. I would be to, I gave Voldemort vile information; Information that would destroy everything that he seems fits. Everybody would think that I’m a traitor, and now I have failed. I failed to protect my friends, my family, and innocent bystanders. I let everyone down, worst of all I let myself down. All of this is tearing me apart, limb from limb. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feet shuffling, my eyes quickly opened. I wanted to move but my body didn’t comply, so I just laid there listening for voices, hoping I could hear a familiar voice. I couldn’t, I closed my eyes, but then I felt a disturbing presence near me. I opened my eyes again and squinted upwards, only seeing a shadowy figure leaning over me, until his appearance was visible. I choked on air; it was Lucious Malfoy, his eyes so cold, so distant. His hair like snow with a tint of sun, I just want to yank his hair and hear him wince in pain. Lucious bared his serpent like teeth, he was truly a demon sent from hell. He took his hand and placed it around my neck, his long nails digging through my skin, I winced.
“What do we have here? Oh I know, the lone Gryffindor,” he hissed as he spoke. His nails dug deeper into my skin, I don’t know if it was my imagination or I wasn’t wrong, I could feel blood easily sliding down my neck. As he kept on choking, my eyes began to swell up; intense pain was now filling my whole body. I couldn’t breathe, it was like death was already here, ready to take my life away. I don’t want to die in this place, hopefully in my lover’s arms. “Where are your little friends?” He asked, only this time he had me pinned against the wall, with my legs dangling downwards. I quickly placed my hands on his wrists, hoping to get him to release me. But, yet I am still not strong enough. The man was too strong. I choked on my words for a few seconds.
“I…I’m not telling you!” I spat in his face, he roared with anger and grasped tighter. I gasped for air and started to kick, my legs were restrained against his chest.
“Don’t think you’re getting away from this dungeon, matter of fact, you might not live.” He laughed as he dropped me to the floor. “I’m done have fun, Bellatrix, darling.” He called out; a ghostly looking woman came trotting in happily. I couldn’t forget her face, she looked like death, and her hair strung everywhere. Her eyes were grey and her skin was as pale as the moon. I was now truly afraid, afraid on what may happen to me. Tears still fell from my face as I crawled up into a corner, trying to escape the torture. I covered my face with my bruised hands. “Darling, you can have fun now. Now don’t hesitate to use any spell,” Lucious said sweetly. Bellatrix smirked and looked at me; she walked towards me, grasped my wrist, and tried to force me to my feet. I struggled and fought, trying to keep control, but alas I failed and landed on the floor with a hard thud, landing hard on my face. Bellatrix laughed and pulled me up by the hair, she raised me so I could be face to face. I closed my eyes, not wanting to stare her straight in the face.
“You don’t want to look me in the face?!” She bellowed out as she threw me to the wall, I winced and clutched myself. I felt horrible, my body was in excruciating pain, my head was throbbing, and I wanted to see the love of my life, at least for the very last time. I cocked my head to the side and started to crawl over, I found a small hole and I could easily fit through. It was now or never, I wanted to live for Harry’s sake, for my parents’ sake. I ignored the pain that I was in and kept on crawling, I could hear Bellatrix shouting. “Sectumsempra” I landed on my side and I screamed in pain, I felt like was slashed with a sword. I laid there motionless for a few seconds and then I struggled to continue. I managed to balance myself and I kept on going, ignoring the bleeding. I got to the whole and crawled through. Cobwebs, Dirt, and No light. Great, now how am I going to get through this? I hesitated and then realized that I still had my wand, hidden in a special place that no one would know. I reached down to my stockings and took out my slender black wand and whispered out a spell.
“Lumos!” the entire place light up instantly and all ready I felt safe, at least safer at the moment. As I crawled I continued to clear my path from cobwebs, this place was probably an escape route for runaway slaves. I stopped and looked at the ground; I felt my hand on something hard, a skull. I picked up the now broken skull and looked at it with saddened eyes; who ever this was didn’t make it through alive, probably by starvation. I wouldn’t blame them; the Malfoys are horrible people, treating slaves and other people like crap. What would you expect from the Malfoy family, manners? Yeah right, they don’t care about other’s feelings. They need to be taught a lesson. Reality crept back into focus and I found myself at the end of the tunnel, I could see a small hole which led a small amount of light to peek through. I immediately started digging, my hand was bruised, scratched, and bleeding when I got done, no progress had been made. Tears fell from my eyes; I have to get out of here. I backed up couple of feet and ran into the dirt wall, my body shifted downwards and all I could tell that I was falling head first. I don’t know where. I closed my eyes not knowing what to land in or on. I landed on a hard thud. I slowly opened my eyes and scanned the area around me, I was finally outside. Oh how I missed it. I sat up and rubbed my forehead. The wind was blowing, it was sunny, and no sounds what so ever. I found it very peaceful, yet so lonely. Since I didn’t have to be back at the castle, I just sat there in Indian style, my hands here cupping my face. The next thing I knew, I was crying, hard. I was crying for several reasons. One, I miss Harry, My family, friends, and the school ground. Two, I was in excruciating pain from all the torture that had happened and third, I was finally free from the death-eaters clutches. This was the worst thing that I felt in my entire life, all the physical, mental, and emotional pain.
I woke up to another sleepless night, too many thoughts in my head. Thoughts that are making me lose my mind; thoughts are going to make me lose control of my emotions. These thoughts are driving me mad; I want them to end so I can be happy. Don’t get me wrong I am happy but these thoughts are suicide. If I comply to them, all the hard work that I done will go to waste and worst of all it would make my family seriously upset, more upset now since Fred, my dearly beloved brother died in the hands of the death-eaters. My body shook with fear and sadness, my world is finally ending. I hugged myself in beetle position and tried to get back to sleep, but I got interrupted by voices that sounded familiar. My eyes widened and I laid there motionless, my breathing went slower and my heartbeat was faster. I waited for a few seconds and then the voices faded away, I blinked and sighed heavily. I was hoping to find someone familiar, someone to take me home because I don’t know where I am. I sat up slowly and hugged myself, even though it was still dark I couldn’t fall back asleep. When I was about to lose hope, the voices came back to my surprise, it sounded like my parents. My eyes widened and I suddenly started crying, again. The sounds of my cry lured the voices to me and I was right, it was my parents and Bill. I looked at them with the most saddened eyes; I could see their face, expression of relief and disappointment. I stopped crying and wiped my eyes, and then Bill picked me up and hugged me. It felt so nice just to be in someone’s arms, holding me, protecting me.
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