Empty souls

Chapter 10. The secret room.

When the third group enterd from the front doors, they were welcomed with at least twenty death-eaters, and the fight begun with a rain of lights. From the dark side were mostly killing curses, stunners and severing charms and another nasty curses, and the firsts taht fell dead on the floor were two aurors and a fellow of the Order.

Between the death-eaters, alerted other of their companins and via portkey, appeared just there in the hall. Now, instead of the twenty, were more than forty foes battling in the front of Malfoy Manor.

The twins were still under the desillusionment charm, threw in the center of the death-eaters a sphere made like it seemed to be glass pulsing a red light. It dropped in the marbel floor and pulsed faster. Three death-eaters saw it and one of them aimed at it. Fred, saw this and shouted.

“¡Get down!” at the same moment that the stupid foe shoot a severing charm at the sphere and it made an explosion that thrown waves of energy that knocked out at least fifteen of the people in black robes.

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Meanwhile, Harry and Bill were about to open the back doors when the older Weasley heard faintly the voice of Fred and turned to the rest of the second group, shouting an instant later than his brother did.

“¡Get down!”

instantly, all of them dove to the ground and the waves of energy blew the doors from the inside out.

They recovered seconds later and entered the Manor with their wands raised, sending stunners to the people in black.

‘I’m coming, Hermione’ thought Harry, his heart leapting furiously.

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In the kitchens, just below the fight, the first team felt more than heard. The shivering of the ceiling and the torches were hangling and balancing precariously from it’s chains above them.

Mad-eye was survying the hall with his magical eye in silence. They’d been there since they got through the passage.

“They’re fighting.” Said Moody, never wavering his glance from the ceiling. “Second and third group just get in. The twins did it again...” Moody frowned and Remus shook his head. Then, the old auror broke the supervision to look at the whole kitchen, but the only way to get out of there were the tunnel and the door of the place that lead them into the corridor. Mad-eye spoke again “Dobby, ¿Where do you think Lucius has Hermione? This place seems to be too big to look at it’s lenght. ¿Are dungeons in here?”

“No, sir.” Replied Dobby, still trembling by the whole operation. “There’s just a little basement full of bottles of wine and bags of flour, sir.”

“Quickly, then. Ennumerate the halls and rooms.”

“It has four floors, including the one that it’s above us, sir... thirty-eight rooms counting the library, the dinning room, the lavatories and the attic, sir...”

“¡That’s too much!” exclaimed Remus worried. “By the time we catch up Lucius, he...” but Remus stopped his next words. He was afraid to say them, but his mind repeated silently: ‘He already would kill Hermione’.

“Sir...” said Dobby doubtely “They may be in the secret room, sir.”

“¿How do we get there?” asked Mad-eye, straight to the point.

“¿What’s that place?” asked Remus.

“There´s no time for that, Remus.” Said Mad-eye, cutting any other word of the marauder. “Focus, Remus. First, we need to get there... Dobby, guide us quickly.”

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While the first group was leaving the kitchens, the second and third group were dueling the death-eaters. Another of the order and aurors fell dead along with their foes.

Harry was tempted to go to the upper floors to look for Hermione, but two things stopped him; the first, was that the group leadered by Mad-eye, Remus and Dobby were there just for that reason, and secondly, because a silver light almost strucked him on the chest if he hadn’t dove to the floor a second before and they heard a shout that surpassed any other sound.

“¡Hey, Potty!” and Harry knew who it was and turned in the direction of the shout. “¡Crucio!”

“¡Protego!” yelled Harry shielding from the attack just in time, but the intensity of the curse was not deflected at all. Harry felt a jolt of pain throughout his body, making him shake.

“I see... you finally grew up, don’t ya?” said with a false girlish voice the tall woman that was at the feet of the stairs. Harry saw her in disgusting when Bellatrix licked her lips, ready to do anything. “Baby Potty don’t have any more night mares... but you’ll have, that of course if you make it alive, ¡Avada kedavra!”

A green light was aimed at Harry but he dove to the floor again, taking with him other two allies that were behind him, and the green light struck in the head of a death-eater. But Harry didn’t stop there, because he was faster than before he touched the ground and he aimed at the fucked-up woman with a severing charm getting through her stomach, and with great satisfaction, Harry saw and heard Bellatrix sceam in pain, holding her abdomen, bleeding immediatly and falling on the cold marbel floor. Then, Harry stood up and, sorting a series of beams coming to his way, closed the distance and reached the body of the witch that took his godfather away from him.

With the confidence that someone of his team was covering him, he kneeled in front of Bellatrix and took her wand, and with his own, wordlessly burned her wand. She saw everything while panting in pain, below her, the marbel floor turning red by the pool of her own blood. Harry pointed at her left temple, whom was lying curled, buring his wand painfully on her skin.

“I should kill you right now” said Harry in a harsh whisper, looking straight at bellatrix’s eyes.

“Then, do it.” Challenged the dying witch.

“No... not yet. Tell me where’s Hermione.”

“¡Ugh! Your... friend” replied Bellatrix with difficult through her teeth. “She’s dead.” At this, Harry’s eyes widened in horror and Bellatrix smirked. Even in her own pain, she found delight in his reaction. “That mudblood was... a bit of fun, you know?” panted hard. “You should had heard her cry... and moan.”

“¡Liar!” yelled Harry in her face, and before he registered what he was doing, punched her in the jaw so hard, that the blow knocked her off. Now it was Harry who was panting. Thousand of fears crossed his mind and got even madder at the images he was trying in vain to supress.

Harry was about to get on his feet to run in the direction of the stairs, but was surrounded by death-eaters and, once again, began to battling them. Tears were attempting to leak out from his now red eyes, but contained them while shooting to his foes.


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Mad-eye and his team reached the first floor unnoticed because they had used a hide-way connecting one of the corridors below. Thanks to Dobby, they were now in front of the portrait of Lucius that, as soon as he saw them, began to yell sworns and the like to them and, hastily, a enraged Remus pointed his wand ready to blow up the portrait while the others made a shield to cover from the blast. The image of Lucius ran from there to protect in any other portrait, desappearing fron the frame and once again, an explosion was heard, though this brought the attention of the nearest death-eaters.

The group heard dozens and dozens of footsteps coming their way and the fight began while Mad-eye and Remus tried to stick out the remains of the now blasted portrait, only to find solid stone. Dobby then, using his magic, tried to help.

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Lucius and Avery sealed the door when they reached the secret room. Once they went inside the narrow passage. Walked between the wals and found stairs. In short, they were in a secret floor between the third and the athic. This room was the biggest of all the rooms in the Manor. Usually, in other houses, their owners has that kind of room in basements or even below them. That’s why Lucius has it between the floors, because no one would suspect that a room meant for torture would be so reguarded and restricted. Of course, the place was enchanted with the biggest of silencing charms to prevent the victim could be heard... whatever sound was made, no matter what.

Avery dropped Hermione on a bed and removed her cloak and sweater, leaving her only in her black skirt. This last one was just below her hips. Initially, her skirt reached her knees, but at the moment Avery let her fall on the bed, the skirt stoop. This scenary; the girl on the bed unconcious, chained by her wrists and ankles, items hanging on the walls meant for torture, the kind that the muggles used in the century of the holy inquisition, turned Avery on.

“Enervate” incantated Lucius, pointing his wand to Hermione’s body and she awoke slowly. Her eyes fluttered open, trying to locate in the darkness where she was, until the voice of Avery reached her ears.

“About time, sweety.” Leared Avery looking down to her. He was on his knees on the bed and Hermione stared at the face of the sick death-eater, licking his own lips thinking on what to do first. Then, he extended a hand until it touched one of her thighs, caressing her up and down. Hermione flinched at the contact.

“¡No!” yelled Hermione in fear. “¡Don’t touch me!”

“Now, now little bitch.” Reprimanded Lucius confidently. “If you behave, you’ll enjoy our... how to say it?... ministrations.” Both men chuckled in satisfaction when Hermione’s eyes widened at their concept of ‘ministrations’, and her breath was shallow trying to move her arms and legs just to found herself tightly chained on a bed that sent different kind of odors: blood, foul and cum.

“¡No!” shouted Hermione with venom, but inside was crying desperatly. She recieced for replay a slap on one cheek, so hard that she began to bleed and behind her eyelids saw white little dots.

“You should be grateful. Little mudblood.” Comented Acery seductively in one of her ears and licked it. Hermione hissed in disgust but couldn’t move away from the nasty sensation because Avery’s hands gripped her head to prevent it. “Not everyday has someone the chance with us... and it’ll get better once Bella get here.” Whispered Avery. “So...” one of his hands let go her head and unbuttoned the first button from below her shirt. Hermione was trembling. ‘At least the time turner is secure in the cloak’ thought morosely. Before the death-eaters enterd the room she was locked, stuffed the time-turner in a pockedt, hide in the sheating of the cloak. It made a little bulge, but you just detected if you gave it a closer glance. This didn’t supressed the fear of what was about to come. They’ll rape her and she knows it. What really was scaring her was what she was hiding... carring... she begged to the heavens for mercy. Though, she didn’t regret her actions. Her relief was placed in the back of her mind and heart. Her primary concern was for Ginny’s sake... and Harry’s.

The unbuttoning of her shirt was slow and Avery’s face was glancing her feared eyes every now and then. Her breaths came elaboured feeling the presure of his hands. Once it was done, Avery opened the shirt to reveal her covered breasts and the sick man couldn’t help but caress her silky skin from her throath to her chest... to the hem of her skirt, barely touching her. Avery, placed a finger down the hem and Hermione flinched at the close touch of her belly. Her breaths were now erratical and her forehead was covered by a sheet of sweat.

“Delicious” said Avery licking his lips. Lucius was standing there, watching the scene before him with maniac eyes. He was determinated to not touch the body of the mudblood, but the scenary was turning him on. Hermione tried in vain to get free of the bondage, because the chains were tightly securing her limbs. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” Avery’s eyes full of lust. He began to unbutton her skirt, unzipping it and... slided it down her legs to reveal now her black panties and creamy legs.

Hermione’s pulse raced and turned her head to see Lucius’ hands at his sides, closing and opening them as though he was deciding or not to act on his impulse. At the end, Lucius smirked at her fearing face.

“¿Who would say that a mudblood like you was hidding a body like this. No one will knows...” Lucius kneeled on the bed and leaned down his face to Hermione’s ear breathing hot. “... that I fucked you” he whispered. Her eyes opened in fear and shock. Her chest heaving in every intake of air to her lungs. Lucius hands began to wander her body slowly.

“No” whispered Hermione in horror. “Don’t.”

“To late now.” Replied Avery while his hands where caressing her legs up and dpown, but then, he slowed his pace and reached her ankles and the presure of his hands tightened when they were back up to her thighs, sending her a hot sensation to her core. Unfortunately, even if she was fighting the rough pleasure in her brain, her body was reacting, making her feel like a whore. She was helpless and dark thoughts flooded her mind.

‘Do I deserve this?... maybe. It’s my punishment for Ron’s death... I’m the cause he’s dead now... at least Harry and Ginny are ok... nothing else matter any more’ thought Hermione dreadfully. ‘God, please... let it be fast.’

Then, Hermione felt her bra open... her breasts now were uncovered. Lucius ripped up her bra with force. She closed her eyes tightly when she felt not two but four rough hands caressing her both breast, and pinching softly her nipples . instinctively, she tried again to get free from the chains.

“That’s good, little bitch.” Said Avery in a raspy voice. “I like girls that aren’t easy to dominate” with this, he bent down and licked one nipple and Hermione bit down a moan. “Mmmhh... so soft” and licked it again, but taking the whole breast in his mouth sucking it as if were a lolly pop, while Lucius pinched the other nipple, kissing the throbing pulse on Hermione’s neck, ascending until he reached her ear again.

“¿Don’t you like it?” said in a harsh whisper. “I bet you do.”

Hermione refused to cry, but her tears were about to leak out any minute now. She felt disgusted with herself, helpless, hopeless... and completly alone. ‘God’

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Below them, the first group was fighting frantically against death-eaters. Remus and Dobby were trying to open the fake wall to get into the secret room while Mad-eye was shooting different curses to their foes along with his team. Then, Remus’ mirror emitted sounds and hastily pulled it from his pocket.

“Remus” breathed a dishelved Tonks. “¿Did you find her?”

“Yes and no.”

“¿How’s that?”

“I have no time to explain. ¿Why?”

“Because Bellatrix told Harry... that Hermione is...” Tonks couldn’t finish the sentence and all the blood in Remus’ face dropped to his stomach immediatly making him feel nauseous.

“No...” whispered Remus. “¡No! ¡I don’t believe it!” yelled in rage.

“Please, find her” said Tonks. The tone in her voice cracking.

“I’ll do” then, the image of Tonks in the mirror blackened and Remus plunge it in his pocket and turned to Dobby. “¿Can you do it faster?”

“Dobby is trying, sir. I is making his best, sir.” Replied a trembling Dobby while his bony hands checked closely the magic weak points of the entrance. “The place is cursed, sir.” Said Dobby and a tear rolled down from his eyes.

“¿What do you mean ‘is cursed’?”

“That I is not able to open it, sir. Only the inhabitants can, sir.”

Remus felt like the force of his legs left him and his pulse slowed in fear of that statement.

“When you said ‘only the inhabitants’, you mean Malfoy family?”

“Yes, sir”

“¡But the only one alive it’s inside!” In an instant, a yellow light was shoot above his head blasting a bit of stone. Remus fell on his knees. ‘Only the family... but they’re all dead!... Bellatrix... no, she isn’t a Malfoy, unless...’ “¡Dobby! ¿Do you think that the house-elves can?”

Dobby looked to be startled but thought about it.

“Ma-maybe, sir.”

“Fine” Remus began to think in other ways to open it and a plan was formulated. He pulled out again the mirror. “Bill!” he called to the thing, it’s surface was black and called again. “¡Bill! ¡Bill Weasley!” and then, the face of Bill appeared.

“¿What?” Bill seemed to be battling. “¿Do you found her?”

“Paid attention, Bill.” Said Remus ignoring the question. “Dobby is going down there with you. He’ll lead you where we are now. Bring the twins and Bellatrix with you.”

“But_”

“¡Don’t argue with me!” cried Remus getting angrier by the minute. “Just do it.” He stuffed again the mirror in his pocket and gave instructions to Dobby.

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“I heard two explosions already” sadi Neville unnerved and helpless. It has passed forty-five minutes sice the other groups raid within the fortress and they herad not only faint cries and yells, but detonations too. “They need us.” Neville turned to Seagam’s face contorting in a frown by the statement.

“I know, boy.”

“I’m not a boy.”

Seagam turned to Neville. The always shy Neville was scared, but this did not make him regret his presence in the battle ahead. Fear is natural. Everyone was already afraid, but this fear can break barriers too, when your loved ones are in danger. So, from this point of view, Seagam agreed: Neville now was a man.

Without a word, he took the two-side mirror and begun to shout instructions to it and to the people at his sides.

Slowly began the strode to the manor in a big circle around on the ground. The death-eaters aren’t going to find escape from there alive... not tonight.

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(Enjoy the silence – Depeche Mode)

Remus was fighting the death-eaters in the first floor, waiting for Dobby, Bill, Fred, Geroge, Bellatrix and any other elf. He was going to do anything in his power to save Hermione... even if that means ‘convince’ Bellatrix Lestrange to do it.

Dobby left the place five minutes ago and Remus was thinking that maybe they got caught in the trying, when he saw... Dobby was coming out fron the hide passage and behind him, bill dragging an unconcius Bellatrix by the arms. Trailing behind, were the twins and a house-elf floating and tied. They all were breathing hard and sweating.

“I did it, sir. I is here with Harry Potter’s friend, sir.”

“Well done, Dobby.”

“¿What is go_”

“No time” interrupted Remus Bill’s question. They glanced at the body of Bellatrix. “¿What happened to her?” asked at the woman’s state. Her body covered in dried blood.

“Harry.” replied Bill and Remus understood.

“No matter. Wake her up.”

And with that, bill said ‘enervate’ pointing to Bellatrix’s face. She opened her eyes slowly and screech in pain and sudden fear; she was surrounded and tied... and the wound, even that it was healed, was painful too. Remus, extremely impatient, gripped Bellatrix’s troath in a quick motion and everyone gasped in surprise, well... only those that were looking, because the rest of the team were still duelling the amount of death-eaters still in the corridor. With his wand, pointed Bellatrix’s chest.

“I am not going to play with you, so you’re going to do as I say.” Said Remus tightening his grip on her neck. “You’re going to open this fucking wall or else you’ll regret to even been born, ¿Is that clear?” to his atonishment, Bellatrix laughed, but was cut when the grip on her tightened even more, making her chock and gag. “I’m not laughing stupid bitch. ¡Open that entrance!” yelled rems two inches from Bellatrix face. Though, even that she was treatened, wasn’t afraid.

“¿What if I don’t do it...?” choked Bellatrix. “¿Are you going to kill me?”

“I don’t stoop that low.” Smirked Remus. “But I’m sure a good bunch of Dementors would have a great feast with you... and in a few days we’ll have full moon... I’m sure You’re aware that I’am a warewolf, aren’t you?” his smirk widened, adrenaline running through his veins.

The only sounds heard, were the constants shouts of curses and jinxes. There were already fellows on the floor, maybe injured, maybe dead, and Remus was still there.

“I won’t” replied Bellatrix in a harsh whisper and , Remus enfuriated, pointed the tip of his wand in her ofrehead and began incantate the curse:

“Avada_”

“¡NO!” yelled Bill, snatching Remus’ wand. They looked at each other, blue eyes against brown eyes, the first were shocked and the second were furious. Bill turned to Dobby: “Dobby, please, tell us how to open it.”

The house-elf tied, awoke by Dobby’s magic when he flicked his fingers. The creature began to scream and Fred put on a silencing charm.

“This creature, sir, can open it.”

“¡No! ¡Don’t_” Bellatrix couldn’t finish what she was about to say, sounding suspiciously like an order to not do it, but Bill was faster and he silencied her before the witch did it, and her foul mouth was opening and closing, but no sound came out of her.

“I’ll deal with you later.” Said Remus poiting his wand to her once Bill gave it back to it’s owner. “¡Stupfy!” and the witch was stunned again. They all turned to see the house-elf trembling. They would open the door at last. Remus look into Dobby’s eyes and he sighed. With a new flick, lifted the charm.

“Dobby need to go there, Belbo.” Dobby was talking confidently, even when he was shaking. “Belbo, open the entrance, or I is going to force you.”

“I... I... I-I can’t, Dobby. Master is angry if Belbo don’t do as master says, Dobby. ¡I is betraying master already!” the house-elf was really terrified and shooking his head furiously.

“Belbo, we haven’t time for this” said Remus crouching to his knees in front of the house-elf. “Please, we have a friend trapped there... and your master is going to kill her if we don’t help her, please...”

“I-I can’t, sir. Belbo is forbid to do anything, sir.”

“Please, Belbo, I beg you.” Pleaded Bill desperatly.

“Wait” interrupted Dobby. “¿What Belbo said?”

“Belbo is forbid to do anything.” At this reply, Dobby jumped in delight. Bill, Fred, George and Remus looked at him as though Dobby had lost his marbles.

“¿What the hell...?”

“Dobby, could you please explain what_”

“Belbo can’t DO anything, sir” interrupted Donny. “But he can SAY how to do it. Master Malfoy never said that Belbo couldn’t reveal how to open the entrance, sir”

“¡Then, do it, damn it!” exclaimed Mad-eye, his magical eye was white, which means his gaze was directed to the back of his head... or to the ceiling. “I located them... Hermione is alive, but... she’s tied... and...” Mad-eye gulped hard, leaving the sentence in half. The rest were looking at him with widened eyes. They figured immediatly the meaning and paled.

“Fred, George” called Remus and the twins looked at him. “¿Do you still have that toys of yours?”

Fred and George smirked and nodded once.

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Hermione was covered in cold sweat. Her skin tingling at the horribles sensations of the hands of Avery and Malfoy. The only gargement in her was her panties but Avery’s fingers were touching there and she struggled in vain to get off his hand.

“Now it’s time, my sweet little mudblood.” said Lucius sliding his hand grazing her skni from her breasts to her panties and he was just about curried the hand under it, when a third detonation was heard and the floor shook with force. Hermione gasped and Avery and Lucius were startled.

“That sound too close.” Said Lucius in a low tone.

“They found us.” Panicked Avery.

“Don’t be stupid. No one knows this place or how to get in.”

“Bella does.”

“She’ll be damn. She could kill herself before saying it.” Lucius frowned, and turned under him to see the body chained. “They’re fighting to no avail, little mudblood. Don’t get your hopes up.” He slide a hand under her panties, caressing softly, and Hermione let out a muffled cry while her tears flooded from her eyes unwillingly. Avery laid beside her and was kissing her neck and chest. In one hand had his wand, and the other had a whip.

Hermione struggled to get free again while yelling when a finger stroked her entrance and Avery slapped her with the whip in her face, leaving a large cut across her beautiful skin and her blood flooed instantly. She was begging silently, thinking in her little secret. ‘I love you, Harry’ thought Hermione and winced in when the fingers enered her.

¡BOOM!

The explosion made Avery and Lucius stood up from the bed, instantly forgetting the tender body of Hermione.

¡BOOM!

The fifth detonation made the sealed door blow up from it’s hinges, magic crackling around the frame and a thick cloud of dust rose in the room at once. Without warning, shoots of red and silver light crossed the room. The silver slashed through Avery’s throat and the red missed it’s target because Lucius dropped to the floor and blindly looked for his wand.

“¡Stop!” yelled Remus and Hermione recognized the voice. She heard few coughs and she tried to call for them, she took a breath and the dust found her nostrils flooding her lungs and started to cough. A tall figure ran to her but she couldn’t see who it was.

“Granger” said the voice and a robe covered her body. It was Mad-eye. While someone else was cleaning the air from the dust, Moody cut the chains with his wand and wrapped her body with the black cloak, helping her to sit on the bed. Hermione was stil coughing.

When Remus saw her wrapped by Moody’s cloak and arms and coughing, he felt relief beyond words. Unfortunately, he was so absorved by this, that Lucius took advantage to shoot him a severing charm and got through Remus’ wand-hand, dropping it instantly.

“¡Remus!” yelled Moody and with a flick of Lucius’ wand, disarmed the old auror.

Now Remus was on his knees, nursing his hand and Mad-eye was speechless stepping in front of Hermione to protect her.

“You’re not going to get me.”

“We’ll see that, Malfoy.” Barked Mad-eye while giving signs to Hermione to get under the bed behind him. She obeyed. Moody was distracting Lucius, that way she could escape.

“¡Crucio!” the curse flew from Lucius’ wand, hitting mad-eye’s chest. The old auror was screaming in pain. Malfoy lifted the curse and shoot it too to Remus when the werewolf made a movement.

Hermione heard the two men screaming while she was on her stomach on the floor. Glancing for something to help, she found two things close to the now dead body of Avery. She gulped but had already mad her decision and took them.

Lucius was so absorbed in what he was doing, that never registered a figure sliding out from under the nasty bed. The screams of Remus prevented any other sound to be heard. And suddenly, something struck his stomach and Lucius immediatly lost the grip on his wand, letting it fell on the floor and rolling under the bed. He dropped his gaze to look his stomach... a hand was gripping a knife that was lost inside him... the arm was coming from behind him, and his blood was leaking from his abdomen, to his waist and legs. The hand twisted the knife viciously and thrusted deeply with a rough motion. Lucius let out a painful groan and the hand pulled out the knife. Lucius, panting, fell on his knees gaping, spurting blood from the wound. He turned his head a bit and saw Hermione’s face; her eyes full of hatred overflowing tears, and each tear was burning away all she had suffered.

Hermione bent down until her mouth was in Lucius’ ear-height, and spoke in a strong whisper.

“That was for Ron.”

Remus and Mad-eye couldn’t believed it. They were looking at the inocent Hermione Granger seeking revenge.

“I can be a mudblood” whispered again. “But I am not a piece of shit like you, Lucius Malfoy.” Hermione gripped his platinum hair and roughly pulled it back so Lucius was looking at the ceiling. “And this is for Harry and me... and my unborn baby.” With this last whisper, Hermione sliced the knife through the throat of the last Malfoy on earth, spurting a big amount of of blood. Lucius was fighting to get air, but it was useless, and his energy left his body, making him fell on the floor. He laid there, below him a pool of his own awful blood. His lungs were fighting seeking their function until they stopped. Lucius’ eyes widened, his body was still... at last, he was dead.


A/N: So... how was it? Well, I hope you all liked it. Slowly I'll be editing my chapters, be patient. The rest is yet to come. I'm writing other story and I'll post it as soon as SnapesSweetheart has it ready. It'll be Draco/Hermione story.

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