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At Malfoy Manor	By : brasilkat Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 21340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series belongs to J.K. Rowling. I stand to make no profit from this work. I quote extensively from her book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." Anything you recognize is hers.

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Ron woke up early on the day they were to go to Gringotts. He stayed in bed and gazed the inside of the cottage, lit in the purple shadows of the pre-dawn morning. The peaceful clutter of the small house reminded him of the Burrow and he felt a pang of sadness as he thought of home. It was months since the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding – the last time he has seen his family.

Before sunrise, he heard Bill and Fleur moving around their bedroom upstairs. A few minutes later, Bill stumbled down, still yawning as the sleep left his eyes. He noticed Ron's watchful gaze and grinned the trademark Weasley smile. "You're up early."

"Yeah," Ron replied simply; he said nothing else.

"Dean and Luna are leaving today." Bill's voice made it clear that there was a further question he was not asking. Why are you and Harry and Hermione not going with them?

"Mm-hum."

Seeing that he would not get any information out of his younger brother, Bill turned toward the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for the household. Fleur descended the stairs just as the bacon was beginning to pop in the frying pan. "Meester Olivander says 'ee is feeling well. 'ee should be able to travel in ano'zer week."

Ron nodded, not really paying attention. His thoughts were fixed on the day's events. Hermione and Luna came downstairs right in time for breakfast and Ron rolled out of bed to shake Dean and Harry awake. They grumbled initially but then caught the scent of food wafting from the kitchen and jumped out of bed.

After breakfast, Dean and Luna clasped onto a worn whelk shell that Fleur had found on the beach. The Portkey spun them out of Shell Cottage and off to Auntie Muriel's safe haven. Harry shot Ron and Hermione a meaningful look. It was time to go. Hermione excused herself to run upstairs and get something while Ron and Harry offered to clean the kitchen so that Bill and Fleur could go for a walk on the beach.

Hermione closed the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. Bellatrix was taller than she was, and larger in the chest. After the Polyjuice transformation was complete, she would transform something into more suitable robes that would fit properly. Hermione gingerly picked up the phial of Polyjuice potion and the glass container that held Bellatrix's hair. Her hand brushed against the walnut want and she knew that it was trembling with desire to be used as its former mistress would have used it. Hermione added the hair to the potion and watched it bubble. I don't want to do this, she though rebelliously as she tossed her head back and drank down the potion.

The familiar burning and bubbling sensation washed over her body as her features twisted and morphed to take on Bellatrix's form. Hermione grit her teeth and waited. Curly black hair fell forward across her face and heavy eye-lids pressed down, obscuring her vision. Her mouth was dry and as her tongue flicked out to brush over-full lips, she felt a chill run through her. She didn't like this body, didn't want to be in this body.

Hermione's hand reached out to take the walnut wand and she turned it toward a throw blanket, ready to manufacture for herself suitable clothes. The wand pulsed fiercely in her hand and Hermione let out a soft cry as she fell to the ground.

The gigantic stone room in Malfoy Manor was empty, save for three figures and a wooden table. Hermione walked to the table slowly, hesitantly. None of the other three figures saw her or gave any notice.

Hermione watched as Bellatrix flicked her wand and the memory-Hermione's limp body was flung over the table. The green ropes twined around her and she whimpered softly. It was hard to believe that the naked blood-streaked figure on the table was her. Hermione choked back a scream as she watched Greyback approach, as she saw Bellatrix's mad, lust-filled stare.

The figure on the table screamed as Greyback ripped into her and then the memory twisted and changed.

Hermione was in a small, square cell. The stone walls were just far enough apart that she could touch two opposite sides when she extended her arms out fully. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet above her and Hermione felt dwarfed by the height. Luna was wrapped in a thin and tattered robe and crouched in one of the corners. Her face and wrists were bruised and her thick blond hair was matted and dirty. She stared emptily at the wall.

Bellatrix Apparated into the room, but Luna gave no indication of even seeing her. Hermione remembered how detached Luna had always seemed when other students at Hogwarts had mocked her for her strangeness. That same apparent disinterest was present here.

Bellatrix pulled Luna to her feet. The Ravenclaw turned her face to the side, refusing to even acknowledge the Death Eater's presence. "More students are disappearing at Hogwarts," Bellatrix hissed, "Members of Dumbledore's Army. Where are they hiding?"

Luna smiled calmly and shook her head. "I haven't the faintest idea."

Bellatrix snarled and her free hand dug into one of her robe pockets to pull out the silver knife that Hermione knew too well.

Ron dashed upstairs as soon as he heard Hermione cry out. A crash told him that the dish he had been washing had fallen to the ground and broken. Harry started after him, but Ron waved him back. He didn't know why he did this, only that he felt like somehow it was his job to check on Hermione and make sure she was alright – it was his job to protect her.

Ron froze as soon as he burst through the doorway. Bellatrix Lestrange was curled up naked on the floor in the middle of the room. Her hand clutched her wand and trembled. Tears streaked down her face. Ron forced himself to remember that, despite the physical appearance, this was not a psychopathic murderess. This was Hermione. He approached her slowly and knelt down beside her. He eased the wand out of her grip and she shuddered and relaxed her tense muscles.

Bellatrix ripped the robe away from Luna's thin frame. She spun the young girl around and shoved her against the wall. Luna caught herself with her hands braced against the wall at shoulder height. Hermione could see a dozen thin, parallel lines that streaked across her back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade.

"You're a blood-traitor," Bellatrix whispered. "You and your family – consorting with mudbloods and opposing the Dark Lord…" She dug the knife in just beneath the last and freshest line; blood welled up and trickled down over the too-visible bones of the back of her ribcage. Luna said nothing, but leaned her forehead against the stones. "Do you know what I do to blood-traitors?" Bellatrix drug the knife, cutting through the thin flesh.

Luna sucked in a sudden gasp and bit her lip. The fingers of her right hand traced an endless pattern on the stone beneath her palm.

Bellatrix tucked the knife away again and leaned in, wrapping her arms around Luna's frame. Her tongue flicked out to catch one of the drops of blood flowing down. She licked upward, leaving a red smear over the ridges that marked past knife-wounds. Luna shivered involuntarily.

The shrill cackle of Bellatrix's laugh reverberated off the wall. She pushed Luna down to the cold floor. "Crucio!" Luna writhed soundlessly on the floor as the pain coursed through her. When the spell lifted, Bellatrix aimed a well-placed kick between her legs. Luna curled in on herself. She closed her eyes but still said nothing.

Bellatrix pounced on her prey. Her fingers slid down between Luna's legs and pierced into the dry entrance. Luna arched back and tried to pull away, but Bellatrix grabbed her by the throat and held her down. Bellatrix's fingers curled inside her.

Hermione was in agony as she watched her friend being violated. There was nothing she could do in this memory. She tried to pull Bellatrix away, but her hands slipped right through the memory. She wanted to scream with frustration. Luna was silent as Bellatrix punished her, digging her fingers into tender flesh and whispering cruelties in her ear.

When she finished with her young victim, Bellatrix stood up. She aimed a lazy kick at Luna's thin ribs. "You disgust me, Blood-traitor. I don't know why I bother with you. I should just give you away. Maybe Dolohov would like you." She regarded Luna pitilessly. "No, you're too old for him. MacNair, then? Or how about Snape?" She laughed at the tremor that went through Luna's frame. "You like that idea? How would you like to warm your professor's bed? I imagine he'd have some potions that could render you a bit more… lively."

Luna sat up slowly; she was in obvious pain but tried not to show it. "We're going to defeat you," she said softly in her usual still, calm voice, "you and all of Voldemort's followers. The Order of the Phoenix lives. Dumbledore's Army lives."

Bellatrix's features contorted with rage. "Crucio," she hissed.

Hermione gasped for air as she came out of the memory. She was sweating and her thick hair clung to her naked back. Ron was holding her, cradling her in his arms.

"Hermione. Hermione, Hermione," he repeated over and over again, whispering her name against her hair.

She stirred and that was his first recognition that she had returned. "Mione, what happened? Are you alright?"

"Memory," Hermione cleared her throat hoarsely. She felt as though she had been screaming for hours. "Just a memory."

Ron looked around in confusion. "There's no Pensieve here."

"No, it was… something else." Hermione stood up carefully, her legs trembling slightly. She realized that she was naked and spun around, covering herself from Ron's sight. "Ron! What are you doing in here?"

Ron flushed as red as his hair. "'m sorry," he mumbled. "Thought you were in trouble. 'sides, it's not like it's your body."

Hermione looked around and spotted her reflection in the mirror. Bellatrix. Ohgod-Ohgod-Ohgod! She swallowed hard and remembered taking the polyjuice potion and picking up the wand.

Ron stood up behind her and set to work transfiguring clothes for her. He handed them to her. "Here," he said gruffly, his ears still burning.

She reached out and took them, her hand brushing his. "Thanks."

Ron nodded abruptly.

"Hey, erm, Ron?" Hermione's voice was tentative. "Could you… not say anything about this?"

"Sure." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll, er… just wait outside then."

When Hermione picked up the wand again, it behaved itself. But she regarded it distrustfully as she slipped it into her robe. She dipped into the other room to find Griphook and the two of them strode out to the lawn behind the house in search of Harry and Ron. She tucked the small, beaded bag inside her robes. When she looked up, she could see a shiver of loathing run through Harry as it took him a moment to remember that it was, in fact, her and not Bellatrix.

"She tasted disgusting, worse than Gurdyroots!" Hermione quipped. She still felt wrong, being in Bellatrix's skin. She had used Polyjuice plenty of times, but had never felt like her skin was crawling as it did now. "Okay, Ron, come here so I can do you…"

It took them several minutes to finish getting ready, but finally they started to walk out under the fading stars toward the Disapparation point.

Griphook climbed up on Harry piggy-back style, and Hermione flung the Cloak over them. "Perfect," she said. "I can't see a thing. Let's go." She listened as they apparated and then took a brief second to compose herself. She straightened her back and squared her jaw. I can do this, she said to herself. I can be Bellatrix Lestrange for a while… if I have to. I can do this.

Hermione closed her eyes as she turned on the spot and vanished.
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