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Obscura	By : Lanoreen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Motto:

The only way to release the
feeling of captivity within the
Unknown
is to walk through the
Unknown.

Segovia Amil- The Unknown

Everything is dark, I’m cold and in pain. I'm trying to open my eyes, I have no idea what happened or where am I and this thought scares me, yet they are too heavy for me to accomplish this task. I might be dreaming, I’m not sure yet so I try to acknowledge my limbs. I twitch my index finger and this helps me get out of my numb unconsciousness, making me able to finally flutter my eyes. I cannot recall anything at first. A light. I see a dim light. Cold, I am very cold. I feel no heavy, long dress, the one I was last wearing and this realization makes me wide open my eyes, the state of panic helping my eyes adjust to the new source of light faster than expected. I sit up but with this sudden movement, the whole room is spinning around now so I am forced to take my head in hands and calm down. It's too much of a change. I, at a point, dare open my eyes and look around. I'm in a cell? The room is small and everything is made of stone, carved with dried out blood probably left from the previous prisoners. The bars are so rusty and dirty, I dare not touch them. It would be no use. I'm panicking. I try to recall what happened but last thing I remember are Death Eaters attacking the Burrow and me fighting with.. Lucius! The sudden realisation that I most likely be Death Eaters’ prisoner gives me a panic attack that makes me get up and look out for a way to escape. I look down, I am dressed with a simple, grey and dirty cloth dress and my feet are bare. This means someone undressed me. No! I turn around, my back to the cell bars and lift up the cloth, notice I still have my panties and no sign of blood as well as I feel no soreness or anything so I feel relieved. But I am here locked and I see no way out. There is a small window up there on the wall and if I climb on the stone block, I can reach it. I do so and I clench my fingers around the metal bars as I look out the window. Crashing waves hit the fortress’ walls but luckily I am on a superior level and they do not reach up to where I am located. The smell of fresh air fills my nostrils and lungs with hope. I dare not make any sound, I do not want to draw any attention on myself and I’m not even sure there is anybody to talk with, everything is deadly silent around here.
I climb off from the stone block and look around, checking the stone walls with my hands but there are no secret escape holes. I then inspect the rusty bars without touching them, there is something sacred and horrific that they inspire. If at first they got not my attention, now I see, looking up at the ceiling a pair of long, heavy chains on the opposite walls of the room, facing each other. Two possibilities cross my mind at the very moment I see them. I'll either use them to free myself or kill myself, no middle way. I step back and try to regain my strength. How long have I been here? Could be same night or several days later, everything is unclear to me. I've never been a religious person as in go to church or pray as much as my parents wanted me to but they made me believe there is Someone out there looking out for me. My mother teaching me how to pray is a dear memory that I cling on and this time, as much as I would like to gain my strength and ask for help, the emotional state of my mind forbids me. I know not what to expect but I am terrified of the unknown that is to come. I go into the far corner of the room and sit down, knees up to my chest and start crying like a helpless child, asking myself What have I ever done wrong to deserve this?

I fell asleep at some point and woke up day time the next day I suppose. I am most thankful nobody came yesterday after me. Maybe they forgot I am here and left me rot. That's a happy thought. Issue is I badly need to go to bathroom and I cannot hold it any longer. I don’t know if I should call for someone. I could make it worse. I look around the small cell but I see nothing that I could improvise for a toilet. This won't be good. I retreat to the closest corner from the left side of the cell bars and I squat down, pull down my panties and let the flow free. Luckily for me, most of it went rather on the prison’s hall rather than my cell due to slightly inclined floor. I know this is risky, someone might notice, but I cannot afford transforming my own cell room into bathroom. I can perfectly hear the silence other than the few seconds when a wave hits the fortress’ walls. For this need of fresh air I climb up the stone wall and look out the small window, wondering if anyone knows where am I or if someone is searching for me. I am no fool, I've seen this before in the newspapers, I am aware of the place I am being imprisoned in. I hoped we’d never meet, Azkaban.

Time passed and all I am doing is look out through the window. I never thought I'd say this, but the wait is killing me. I know not when they will come, if they will come or what they will do to me. I am not ready for anything that is to happen. I am afraid. Oh, Lord, I know I've never been too much of a prayer and ask You for help but now I truly need it. I know not how I should talk to You, I should of listened to my mother and pray as she asked me to. Please take care of them and let them feel that someone out there loves them greatly even though they know not of my existence any longer. Please help me. Help me endure what is to follow my imprisonment and help me somehow escape. I see you, God, in the sky and the sea that surrounds my cell and hope this prayer will reach up to You. I beg You, help me... Tears follow my prayer and I honestly don’t believe anything will change for the good but the feeling of Someone watching over me gives me a slight sense of hope. It all fades away after the waited moment finally arrives. Laughter in the far background and voices that gradually get closer. Footsteps, possibly heels and creaking sounds from the opening of the halls’ locked entrance. I won't turn away. I'll sit with my back on them and face towards freedom. My body cannot control itself as tremor takes over it. They are getting closer. Will I be beaten, tortured, killed? Will I be saved? The footsteps stopped. Probably are behind me. A sudden cold breeze veils up my body. Silence. I dare not make any movement.
‘Cat cut your tongue, mudblood?’ Bellatrix's mocking voice.
‘Good day to you too.’ I don’t know how this escaped off of my lips but I instantly regret it. My voice was unusually calm when I said it. Great start, Hermione, way good for you to enrage them more against you.
Laughter but only men’s one. The bars can be heard being lifted up. Two steps, most likely Bellatrix. Then a ‘Crucio’.
My spine is breaking, flesh is burning and eyes are bleeding. Every bone of my body creaks as I fall off of the stone block, face up and all I do is moan out of pain. My neck is twisting, an invisible force suffocating me and leaving me theoretically breathless. The pain is too much, it reverberates through my brain through countless screaming voices as I feel my flesh being ripped apart by these imagined demonic creatures. As sudden as it came, so it leaves. The excruciating pain, the raucous voices, everything stops. All that linger are my memories of an inexistent physical torture. I look up and she's looking back at me, folds of her dress touching slightly my head. And then I notice she is not wearing her old, dirty one. She's wearing mine! The bitch is wearing MY dress! I force myself to get up and stand in front of her with a hate feeling I've never experienced before.
‘Such a beautiful dress on such an ugly body. You look ridiculous.’ I wasn't able to hold it anymore. I won't be anybody's mocking toy. I know I'll suffer because of my attitude but it's everything I have against them. I know they will torture me no matter what, at least I can make it difficult for them. If Harry and the others don’t find me in time, I'll be dead by the moment the Death Eaters gather all the information they need or until they decide to dispose of me which could happen anytime. I won't be missed by many.
Bellatrix's fingers wrapped around my neck bring me back to reality. She's furious, her eyes shooting me great amount of rage. I cannot breathe! Help! But I’m only asking my mind to help as reality shows I’m actually stunned and unable to move or make a sound. I only can struggle internally for air, preparing myself for one last breath when I hear Lucius’ voice saying ‘Enough, we have no use of her dead’ with his hand resting on Bellatrix's shoulder. She unwraps her fingers, letting me breathe and with a flick of a wand I can move once again. I am gulping for air, looking away when I feel a heavy kick in my ribs that makes me lose my balance for a moment but luckily I hit the stone wall with my back and regain my posture. She's insane! Only now I look to my left and see, at the entrance of the cell, the others that accompanied these two monsters. Five other men but I recognize neither of them. They are exceptionally quiet and seem to not even acknowledge my existence as I represent as much importance as a dust particle on a pile of old, broken trash. Typical. Only one of them seems to be looking at me and he's smirking, a devilish one that scares me. I move my head away, looking instead at Lucius who, obviously, doesn't bother to move his eyes on mine or anywhere closer. Insufferable purebloods! Only now I realize nobody spoke a word anymore after Bellatrix was stopped. They are standing still, not moving at all. They are not petrified but they act so. This is getting creepy and I expected anything to happen but not this. I look back to that man who kept watching me and he's still doing the same. I shift to the right side, towards the stone block, nobody moves and that man’s sight is fixed on the old spot that I was standing a few moments ago. I look behind me, at the window and decide to go back on my newly formed habit of watching the beautiful waves crashing down the walls of Azkaban. I get back on the stone block and wrap my fingers around the bars, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. I am not…
My spine is breaking, flesh is burning and eyes are bleeding. Every bone of my body creaks as I fall off of the stone block, face up and all I do is moan out of pain. My neck is twisting, an invisible force suffocating me and leaving me theoretically breathless. The pain is too much, it reverberates through my brain through countless screaming voices as I feel my flesh being ripped apart by these imagined demonic creatures. As sudden as it came, so it leaves. The raucous voices stop, all I'm left with is an excruciating pain that lingers through my body, haunting every bone of mine. I might be crying, I’m not sure, my sight is blurred. I look up and she's looking back at me, folds of her dress touching slightly my head. And then I notice she is not wearing her old, dirty one. She's wearing mine! The bitch is wearing MY dress! Wait, something's wrong. I saw and thought exactly the same earlier. Only now, even though I knew theoretically that she's dressed up with my ball gown, I was still surprised by this fact. What is going on?
‘Dare you embarrass me one more time in front of the others, I will make sure for you not to be able to speak ever again!’ She's so furious she's pressing her heel against my throat, letting me struggle internally for air as I prepare for one last breath when I hear Lucius’ voice saying ‘Enough, we have no use of her dead’. She removes her sharp heel and I’m gulping for air, coughing and turning my back on her when as I roll on my right side when I feel a strong kick on my back, probably from her. This is bloody hell insane, I'm confused, am I dreaming, am I hallucinating? It feels so real…
Laughter. They are all madly laughing at me now but I care not. I just want them to go away.
‘Are we done playing and getting to the torture part?’ A beasty, low voice that irritates my brain. It doesn't sound human or maybe I am just making up things. I don’t care. No, wait, it does sound familiar.
‘Patience, Greyback, we should give a chance to our guest to prove she is indeed smart as her friends claim.’ Lucius’ voice is feline like, the opposite of the werewolf that I've now recognized.
They are all talking behind me. Tears run down my cheeks, I am so afraid and I wish they could just come rescue me, Harry and the others. They are searching for me, they will save me, I just have to endure a few more days. I'm also confused, it's killing me inside what happened earlier. Was it a vision? It wasn't accurate completely, technically I was kicked and strangled both times, but different ways. Lucius said the same thing, but Bellatrix spoke as well this time. And I didn’t know Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf, is among them. In my short vision, I wasn't able to recognize any of them. Something doesn't add. I am suddenly being dragged up, on my knees, facing Lucius as some else is holding me by my hair but is standing behind so I cannot see who it is, certainly not the mad witch who went back among the other Death Eaters. For the first time I look on their direction, they are smirking and waiting for the show to start. Five I count and I now see Fenrir and the other man who I saw in my vision looking at me. He's doing the same in reality, only he doesn’t seem to be waiting for the torture to happen. He's not smirking, he's seductively smiling instead which creeps me out that much I turn my eyes back on Lucius, who is majestically standing in front of me, his black robes and cane giving him an imposing posture.
‘Tell me, Miss Granger, would you like a truce? Forgive the lack of manners of my comrades, they are quite savage when it comes to interacting with other than a pureblood but I am a generous man.’ He's looking down at me, face emotionless and his voice indicates he is no more than formal. I admit I was not ready for this kind of attitude so I just stare at him, not making any sound. Bellatrix interferes, saying ‘Are you out of your…?’ but is interrupted by Lucius who turns his eyes on her and shouts with authoritarianism ‘Silence when I talk!’. He's frowning, giving her a look that sends me chills as well. He is furious but regains his cold, formal posture, eyes back on mine and rises his eyebrow then adds: ‘I would suggest you answering me otherwise you do nothing more than waste my time which I assure is more precious than your life.’ Everybody is silent, no one dares speak over him again and my heart is racing, mouth dry, thinking ‘No wonder he is a Death Eater’.
‘What does it involve?’ I manage to say in the end, voice cracked and barely audible. I am scared.
‘You probably know already what or more precisely who we want. Do not dare play dumb, I have no patience for childish games, Miss Granger. I am aware you will not be talking this soon about your friend, Potter, so my truce consists of seven days of thinking without any form of torture being applied on you. After the time expires, if we gain no valuable information about your precious friend, I will make sure the others to take care of you. I assure you, if you value your mind or body's integrity, you will not enjoy it. Think of it, nobody is as generous as I.’
He stunned me. Not physically but mentally. What he's offering me is atrocious and unacceptable but the time range of Seven days is long enough for me to plan my escape. Wait, it cannot be that easy. They are probably going to guard me which will be to no use. There has to be a catch.
‘Betraying him? No, I will not. To what use? I will be dead in the end regardless the outcome. Dying with muddy consciousness doesn't sound appealing to me. No, I will not accept your offer.’ And here go all your possible chances of escape. I know not why but I feel I did the right thing. The grip on my pony tail tightens and I reach up with my hands to those who are holding me, trying to free my hair
‘Stop right there, who allowed you to move or touch any of us without my permission?’ His tone indicates anger so I let down my arms, slightly pressing my lips against each other. He then adds: ‘If you are to deny my offer, well then. I am not bringing it up again, you had a chance which you’ve just lost. Now, when the others will reap your mind and soul apart, don’t blame them. Remember it was your own choosing. Farewell, Miss Granger.’ He turns around and with a hand gesture, my hair is free once again as the man who kept his grip on it left together with Lucius. He's gone, but the others are still here. Oh, no!
I get up and run in the far corner of the room, back on the wall. They are watching me. Standing still. Am I hallucinating again? Unfortunately no, they are real. ‘Who's the lucky one today?’ Fenrir asks and Bellatrix answers ‘Well, aren't you rude? Were you never taught that ladies are first?’ They are laughing and he answers. ‘By all means’ and then grabs her arse, squeezing it lightly. Talking about chivalry. They are leaving. Only I and Bellatrix are left. She enters the cell and the bars close behind her. Her face grimace changes. She's far from amused, I can sense her hate flowing through her veins.
‘What have I told you about not embarrassing me! Crucio!’
My flesh! They are ripping it apart again, my teeth are taken out one by one, my skull is breaking and they make me vomit my soul, it's black and bloody. From the pile of mess I just made, a skeletal and dirty looking hand rises, grabbing me by my neck and bringing me on my knees with face down on my own vomit. It smells like rotten bodies and the composition feels like mucus. A choir of dead voices tell me to eat it but I’m struggling and they force me to open my mouth, forcing it to get it in and swallow. The unbearable taste of acidic partially decomposed food combined with iron from the blood, makes me vomit again, drowning in it, it got on my eyes and nose, making me disgusted by my own being. I'm being whipped by something so sharp I scream instantly, begging for it to stop. With every noise I make, my mouth refills itself with blood, making me choke on it and forcing me to stop making any sounds. It all disappeared. I am laying on the cell's floor, face down and I see a man standing outside, behind the bars.
‘We are called on a meeting, urgent matter. Your presence is required.’ I recognize him, it is Lucius. I'm breathing heavily, although it was all just the effect of the curse, the memory of the smell and taste makes me gag so badly I am afraid I will make a mess for real. I look up at him and I don't know what I’m expecting but I thank him in my mind for he came in time to save me of the misery I was in.
‘Miss Granger, don’t look at me like that. You opted to follow this path. You must deal with the consequences of your own choices.’
He's right. They left. It was my fault. Look at me. I'm miserable. I'm left here with thousands of questions but an incapable mind. What will be tomorrow? I'm cold. And sleepy. I could close my eyes for a bit. I hear the waves outside. They are here to protect me. I get up and go lay on the stone block in a curling position. Every bone of my body hurts but here I feel the safest. I leave every question for tomorrow. I need some sleep, a fluff blanket and my teddy bear. I yawn and close my eyes. If there is a tomorrow.

End of Day One
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