No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Status Based Prejudice

But Bellatrix's knife did not hit Hermione's skin. Instead, as Hermione closed her eyes to brace the pain, she heard a loud chopping sound. When her eyes opened, layers of her long brain hair, was splattered along the black floorboards.

"No..." Hermione swallowed. "No!"

She put the pieces together as a hand went up to feel her head of hair. A huge chunk of it had been cut right along the lines of her jaw. The left side of her was relatively normal, but more was cut than not. She could feel uneven pieces sticking out, and fraying. She didn't even need to look in the mirror to see what she looked like.

"What did you do?!" Hermione screamed, looking into Bellatrix's wild eyes for the first time. They were deranged.

Bellatrix's knife sliced Hermione's arm, in a long vertical line. Hermione's voice barely let her scream, more like loud distorted groan, that was so hoarse, it barely sounded like her anymore.

For just a swift moment, she thought that she faintly heard someone screaming her name, but it was once again drowned out by Bellatrix's sharp orders.

"I will give you one more chance, to tell me how you really found my sword. Be very very sure before you answer, or I might just pay a visit to your blood traitor, or the ugly scar head." Her sharp blade was once again pressed to Hermione's shoulder.

      "I promise you," Hermione pleaded. "we found it - we found it..I would not lie to you.. It's only a copy! I swear it.."

Bellatrix had a hint of belief in her eyes but hid it with a hideous scowl.

     "Lucius!" She howled in Hermione's fearful face. "Get the goblin. And hurry,"

Silvery white hair dashed away in a blur. Hermione wanted anything but someone else to experience that pain that she was feeling. But anything to get her out of this...

     "What, you think you're free now? I don't think so," And with that, Bellatrix Lestrange was on top of Hermione, holding her face down with one hand and grabbing her dagger with the other.

"Just remember, you did this to yourself, stupid girl." With no hesitation, Bellatrix's blade was digging into Hermione's forearm. A loud, blood curdling scream was emitted from her mouth. Tears sprang from her eyes as the undeniable pain struck her from everywhere, but stood out especially on her arm. A mixture of screams, whimpers, pleads and cries spilled out of Hermione's mouth like a song of unforgiving mercy. Cackles escaped Bellatrix's lips as she laughed. Bellatrix was engraving something on her arm, but Hermione was in too much pain to even open her eyes. They were tightly screwed together as she yelled, hoping that it would soon be over.

Screaming Harry's name would be idiotic. Screaming Ron's name, preferable, but also extremely risky. Bellatrix suddenly stopped cutting in all different directions on her arm and sat up, admiring her work.

     "Crucio!" Bellatrix yelled again. She wasn't torturing Hermione for answers anymore. She was torturing her, because it she could, and Hermione would never fight back. Crying and roaring in pain was tiring her, so she quieted her cries as she drifted away, into a well awaited unconsciousness. 

Harry POV

I had never seen Hermione so scared in my entire life. I wish I hadn't though. She looked so helpless. So fragile. I stared into her large brown eyes as if I never would again. I only caught her glance for a second before I was yanked behind a wall, and she was gone.