Unmitigated - HP Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-Five - Demolished

  [Third POV] (A/N well, and attempt at third POV)

Harry's head was pulled back harshly by Bellatrix Lestrange, so that Draco Malfoy could get a close look. Draco wasn't stupid, he knew it was Harry, he just didn't know if he should tell his fellow Death-Eaters. The war was exhausting him, and it was taking a toll on his appearance. Harry noticed this.

"Well?" Bellatrix asked impatiently.

Draco shook his head. "I-I can't be sure." Draco refused to lie and say it wasn't Harry, because if the Dark Lord found out there was a chance he could've killed Harry sooner than planned, and Draco ruined it, he would kill him for sure.

But he knew the outcome if he told them it was Harry, and it was that specific outcome Draco feared.

"Draco," Lucius Malfoy slurred into Draco's ear. Grabbing his neck in a rough fashion and the disgusting scent of fire-whisky made its way into Draco's nostrils. "Look closely son." Draco was repulsed by what his father had become. "If we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was. Understand." Draco nodded quickly so he didn't have breathe in his father's scent any longer. Lucius sounded desperate.

"Now we wouldn't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope Mr Malfoy?" Scabior sneered from behind Draco.

Lucius was furious by the way the pathetic snatcher spoke him. "You dare to talk to me like that in my own HOUSE!?"

Narcissa frightfully ran over to her husband in hopes to calm him down. "Lucius!" She hissed, pulling him away from her clearly uncomfortable son.
Lucius shamefully allowed Narcissa to drag him away.

Bellatrix grabbed Draco's hand. "Don't be shy sweetie, come over." She summoned him. "Now, if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure." Bellatrix informed the boy. "If you can't identify him, I know a certain girl that can. And I don't want to disturb her either during her duties, for she will not be pleased also."

Draco panicked at the mentioning of her. He quickly changed the subject. "What's wrong with his face?" He asked.

"Yes, what is wrong with his face?" Bella questioned the snatchers.

"He came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon." Scabior answered.

Draco continued to look into Harry's all too familiar eyes. Not answering the one dangerous question he had been asked yet, considering they were pre-occupied.

"Or ran into a singing jinx." Bellatrix suggested. "Was it you, dear?" She asked pointing to a struggling Hermione.

Hermione didn't answer. She kept her mouth closed, avoiding letting even a whimper escape her lips.

Bellatrix slowly walked towards the young girl. Draco visibly relaxed, and this confused Harry. With each step Bella took towards her, Hermione felt her chest tighten in fear. "Giver me her wand. Let's see what her last spell was."

Narcissa tapped Draco's shoulder, as if she was telling him he was allowed to stop pretending to figure out if it's Harry or not. Draco stood, and walked away from 'the boy who lived'.

When Hermione realised Bellatrix walked passed he instead of taking her wand, she calmed her ragged breathing. Bellatrix laughed. "Got you." She smiled and kept walking but stopped short, an alarmed expression taking over her features.

"What is that?" She asked, referring to the sword of Gryffindor and the hands of an unimportant snatcher. "Where did you get that from?" She whispered in distress.

"It was in her bag when we searched her." The snatcher replied lazily. "Reckon it's mine now." A smile etching on his features.

Before the snatcher could react, or before anyone could react, Lestrange threw a curse at the snatcher, throwing him backwards. She turned around quickly and threw another curse at the two snatchers holding Hermione and Ron captive in their grip. She faced Fenrir and conjured a snake to wrap around his neck like a rope and choked him.

"Are you mad!?" Scabior yelled in fright. Bellatrix turned to him lassoed a leather rope around his neck and pulled him forward, making him fall on his face.

"GO! GOOO!" She screamed at the Snatchers that were rolling on the ground in pain.

Once the group of thieves ran out of the room, Bella grabbed Ron and Harry. "Put the boys in the cellar!" She pushed them towards Narcissa. "I'm going to have a little conversation with this one." She stood infront of Hermione. "Girl to girl." She spat.
Hermione caught her breath and felt fear consume her.

When Pettigrew threw the Harry and Ron in the cell, Ron jumped and ran to the cell door seconds before Harry and feared for his childhood friend. "What are we gonna do? We can't leave Hermione alone with her." He looked at Harry in panic.

"Ron?" A voice from the shadows spoke. "Harry?" The voice was familiar to the boys.

Ron opened his deluminator allowing the room to light up, Luna's features showing in the light. "Luna?" Harry asked, confusion set on his face. One by one, more faces appeared from behind the columns.

Hermione's screams were heard.

And Ron wasn't happy.
"We have to do something!"

"There's no way out of here, we've tried everything!" Ollivander yelled, clearly a lot weaker than his original self. "It's enchanted." He whispered. Griphook nodded in agreement.

Ron heard someone coming down the steps so quickly rid the lights. Once Pettigrew opened the cell door, Ron grabbed it forcefully and looked at his old 'pet' angrily. "Let her go." He sneered.

Pettigrew pulled up his wand. "Get back!" He demanded. Peter then pointed his wand at Griphook. "You, Goblin, come with me." He commanded and Griphook waddled forward, not arguing.

Once the cell door was closed, and Pettigrew had left with Griphook, Ron lit up the room again.

And now to escape.

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Bellatrix had face right infront of Griphook's, while Hermione lay still on the ground in pain after being tortured by Bella. "I'll ask you one last time, goblin. Think very, very carefully before you answer."

"I don't... know." Griphook answered bravely.

"You don't know? Why weren't you doing your job?" Bellatrix asked in a sickly sweet voice. "Who got into my vault!?" She asked angrily. "Who's done it? Who stole it!?" She continued to question Griphook. All while Harry and Ron snuck up the stairs from the cellar after escaping-All thanks to Dobby, the house elf Harry saved from the Malfoy's, second year.

"Well!?"

"Last time I saw the vault, the sword was there." The goblin spoke calmly.

"Well perhaps it walked out on it's own then?" Bellatrix said sarcastically.

"There is no place safe in Gringott's."

"LIAR!" Lestrange swiped Griphook's face with and small pin, leaving a scratch.

"I guess you're lucky, Goblin." She stood and walked over to Hermione, who remained on the floor, motionless. "The same won't be said about this one." said Bellatrix.

"Like hell." Ron jumped up and ran at Bella. "Expelliarmus!" Harry caught the wand that flew from the woman's hand.

Lucius tried to pull out his wand. "Stupify!" But was unsuccessful.

Ron and Harry battled Narcissa and Draco continuously. Neither teams hitting their enemies. "Stop!" Bellatrix yelled. Everyone halted. "Drop your wands." She told Harry and Ron, holding a knife to Hermione's throat.
"I said drop them!" The boys did as they were told and Draco grabbed them.

The boys stood their ground, worried about their best friend.

"What's with all the noise down here?" A familiar voice entered the room. Draco visibly stiffened. "How can I concentrate with all this noise?" Ron and Harry whipped their heads around to face the person speaking. Both of them froze in shock. "No one needs to make that much noise. It's ridiculous."

"Our apologies, Randella." Lucius apologised. "But we have company."

Ron looked at his sister in bewilderment. Falling to his knees, he didn't recognise her at first, she looked so different. Her original orange/strawberry blonde hair was now a deep orange/red colour. Her skin was lighter; the colour that was usually always stuck to her cheeks seemed to have washed away. Not only had she lost colour, she was also skinnier. Like in all the weeks she was gone she hadn't eaten a thing. She had dark circles under her eyes-her eyes... they weren't their usual chocolate brown, they were black. Pure black.

"I can see that." Ella looked at Ron and smiled a crooked smile. "Hello brother."

Ron shook his head in disbelief. Even her voice sounded wrong. "Ella..." He got up slowly and moved towards his twin. He needed to hug her, to see if she was real. She was gone so long. Once he was about arms length away, her crooked smiled disappeared. And just as his fingertips reached her shoulder, she pulled out her wand and shot a curse that pushed him across the room and away from her.

Ella growled. "Don't. Touch. Me." Harry looked at what was once his best friend. Not moving as she still growled. "You are prisoners here, not guests. You do not get to touch me." Harry realised it wasn't Ella growling anymore. The wolf Ella called Fillin, appeared from behind her. Bearing his teeth at Ron. And then realisation hit Harry. With Ella, he has a whole army of wolves and werewolves at her every command. And no one can stop them but her.

"Well well well." Bellatrix smiled at Harry. "Look what we have here. It's Harry Potter. He's all shiny and new, just in time for the dark lord." She watched as the last of the stinging jinx disappeared from Harry's face.

Ella faced Lucius. "Call him." She he demanded.

Lucius moved forward and raised his sleeve, holding his hand over the dark mark printed into his skin. But, there was a slight squeaking noise that paused his actions. Hermione looked at the ceiling in admiration as Dobby sat on the large chandelier, unscrewing a bolt that kept in to the roof. The rest of the people in the room moving their eyes to the ceiling. And then the chandelier started to fall.

Bellatrix let go of Hermione and screamed. Hermione fell into Ron arms and whimpered. Glass fell and broke on the floor like water splashing into a puddle. Draco dropped the wands and Harry picked them up.
"Stupify!" Harry yelled. Blowing Lucius Malfoy backwards and onto his arse.

Randella was angry.

Ron, Harry and Hermione watched in horror as Ella growled. Shifting, slowly and painfully. "Ella NO!" Draco yelled.
She switched from human to wolf. And her wolf wasn't a pure white anymore. It was almost completely black, aside from her stomach and down her snout. Draco stood watching helplessly. He couldn't believe what she had become.
Fillin stood by her side growling the same growl, only deeper.

"Stupid elf!" Bellatrix yelled. Taking the attention away from Ella. "You could have killed me!"

"Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to maim or... seriously injure." Ella cut him short with a deep howl. She was calling more wolves.

Narcissa Malfoy raised her wand, but Dobby snatched away with just a click of his fingers before the witch could do anything. "How dare you take her wand!? How dare you defy your Master!?" Bellatrix yelled.

"Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf." More growls were heard. And Dobby quickly grabbed everyone's hands. Ron looked at Ella in the last second. Wondering how much she went through to become what she is now.
He didn't get to see her for much longer, because they apparated out of the manor, and avoided the wrath from his 'sister'.

Ron felt ill.