Harry Potter - Fanfiction

Year 7 - Turning of Tides

As the days stretch into weeks, Bellatrix continues her harrowing interrogations; some days she doesn't even question me, and instead just throws me around the room until she's had enough. On other days, she leaves me alone to lick my wounds in the cellar.

Draco's secretive visits are few and far between, as most nights it's too risky for him to come down to see me, and I don't blame him, however if it were up to me, I'd ensure he completely stays away to ensure he stays out of trouble.

Natural mist now hangs low over the ground in the mornings, followed by wind and rain, which suggests that Autumn is rolling over the countryside; the drawing room windows being my only glimpse to the outside world and the time that lapses.

None of this compensates for the continuing torment I endure; the total ignorance of what is going on in the war against Voldemort apart from what Draco tells me (Which isn't much, as he prefers to escape away from that all when he's with me), also I don't know if my sister is succeeding in their secretive task against Voldemort or not (the fact that the Death Eaters are still looking for them brings hope to me that they are still alive), or the fact that I don't know where the twins are and if they're even alive still...

Who knows how long I'm to survive all this before I am driven mad or killed, and it only gets worse one afternoon when I get pulled upstairs and brought to my knees in front of Bellatrix and two other Death Eaters.

I stare down at the floor in surrender, not having the strength on this day for any snarky retaliation.

Cold fingers wrap around my cheeks, squashing my face and forcing me to look upwards. "It has come to my attention that one of our own has been killed by a very unique spell that only one person we know uses, and now two," she says, roughly letting go of my face and shoving it sideways.

I don't move and remain to stare at the floor. This doesn't impress Bellatrix. Before I can even blink again her hand smacks me through the face, heat prickling at my skin where she had hit me.

I glare up at her. Not saying a word.

"We know Snape loves using Sectumsempra, and one of our Death Eaters have been found dead from that very spell," she spits.

"Maybe he did it," I say with little effort.

Bellatrix smacks me again, even harder this time.

"I don't know how you came to know that spell, but we know it was you!" she barks. "Maybe I should deliver you the same fate!"

"You don't know the counter spell for it," I retort.

She grabs me by the throat, lifting me up onto my feet. "It doesn't matter."

"The – The Dark L-Lord won't be h-happy with you," I struggle to breathe through her constricting hold, I claw at her hands.

Letting go of my throat, she delivers a kick to my stomach, sending me reeling backwards onto the floor.

"I told you to never call him that!" she yells. "You are not deserving to say that name!"

Bellatrix pulls out her wand, however, a strong hand grips around her wrist; the one Death Eater standing by her side. "She's right, we need to keep her alive for the Dark Lord as per Lucius' instructions."

Bellatrix yanks her wrist free, her face constricted with anger. "I know! I'm just tired of her arrogance."

Bellatrix flicks her wand in a slashing motion and without delay a searing deep cut forms on the front of my shin, blood oozing out from the fresh wound. She doesn't just stop at one, as my skin splits open, like a sun-dried fruit that's skin had begun to shrink from the blistering heat, my blood flowing from the newly opened wounds marking the several places she cuts as she thrashes her wand with each one.