Bellatrix view
I descended the stairs to the dungeon. I opened the door downstairs and entered.
The Weasley sat on the blanket with her eyes open, staring straight ahead and resting her chin on her knees.
I approached her. I knew she heard me.
"Look at me!"
I hissed, harder than I intended. Slowly she turned her gaze to me and looked at me with empty and glassy eyes. She was shaking all over, but from the cold.
"What did he do to you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it again.
"I won't ask again," I growled.
"I'm.. I'm... not- not- all- allowed t-to t-talk," she croaked and swallowed. She actually didn't seem to have needed her voice for a long time.
"He sexually abused me" Her voice sounded more cracked than before and a tremor could be heard in it.
I turned to leave, then made up my mind. I turned back and sat next to her. She remained seated, but her shaking increased.
"I won't hurt you for now. I owe that to Granger." She seemed to perk up and her gaze regained some color. "Mione is still alive?" She asked and looked at me hopefully. Irritated, I nodded.
"You saw her today when she was lying on the stool." She shook her head and closed her eyes.
"I didn't recognize her," she whispered, seeming ashamed of herself. I grabbed her wrist, fairly gently for my standards.
The familiar hiss, however, did not occur. I pulled her out of the dungeon and up to Cissa. I knocked there.
An annoyed Cissa opened the door. When she saw me she stepped aside suspiciously. I pulled Ginny to me and pushed her through the door in front of me. When I released her, she stumbled forward a few steps into Hermione's arms.
"Ginny!" The named was wrapped in a tight hug which she returned. I sat down on a chair and slid next to my sister.
"Why did you bring her here?" she whispered to me. I shrugged and watched them chatter in whispers. I had to grin as Hermione's face turned chalk white. She looked at me scared. I raised an eyebrow.
The girl looked away. Both sat down on the bed. Suddenly Granger addressed me. "Don't think I'll submit! If you..."
I knew what she was implying. ,,Are you crazy? I won't touch a mudblood like you." I said. At the surprised and offended look, I gave her a smile. It seemed to upset her, so she probably preferred to look at her friend.
Point of view Hermione
,,Are you crazy? I won't touch a Mudblood like you."
She laughed. Mudblood?
I looked at her indignantly, unable to hide my surprise. She smiled when she saw the look.
This really upset me, she rarely smiled without scaring me. Should I be afraid? I unconsciously looked at Ginny.
What she told me about her experiences made my blood run cold. Fearful that Lestrange might do the same to me, I kept glancing at her and Ginny in turn.