A/N: This is my first big fic so I really hope I carry on with it. I have a plan for how it will go and am banking on a lot of free time in quarantine to propel me forward. This takes place during the fight at Malfoy Manor. I didn't have my Deathly Hallows copy with me and haven't read it in some time, so I'm relying on those events as they take place in the movie. The rest of the story, however, will be reliant mostly on the books' telling of the story. Characters are not mine.

Chapter One

All Hermione felt was pain. She lay on the cold stone floor of Malfoy Manor, unable to move. Her body still shook with tremors, a leftover of the Cruciatus Curse that Bellatrix had inflicted on her body. She tried to focus on something, anything but the pain. She heard voices to her left and slowly turned her head. Her eyes roamed over the blood dripping from her forearm, the word "mudblood" forever etched on her body. Finally, her eyes latched onto the source of the voices she'd heard. Bellatrix, the source of her torture, conversing with the Malfoys.

"No, Bella! The boy is his!" Lucius' voice hissed, echoing off the barren stone walls.

"I will do whatever must be done for my Master. The war will surely be won this way. And he will have me to thank!"

Hermione flinched at the sound of Bellatrix's maniacal voice.

"You be sure to tell him he has you, and only you, to blame! We will not be party to this." Lucius motioned to his family huddled behind him. He said this with a ferocity that didn't seem to match his appearance, disheveled from the stress the war had put on his family.

Before Hermione could wonder any longer as to what this conversation was about, a commotion broke out at the dungeon steps.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry's voice rang out through the room as his and Ron's wands flew out of Draco's hands. Hermione had never heard a sweeter sound.

As Harry and Ron took on the Malfoys, Hermione pooled all her strength, fighting to stand up. Before she could muster the energy, a pair of cold hands gripped her by her jumper and pulled her to her feet.

"Ah-ah-ah," Bellatrix taunted. "Drop them." Hermione was flush against Bellatrix, the cold blade of a knife pressed against her neck.

Before, Harry and Ron could drop their wands to the floor, a sound drew their attention directly above where Hermione and Bellatrix were standing. It was Dobby, Hermione could barely believe, sitting atop a brilliant chandelier.

Before Hermione could comprehend what it was he was unscrewing, she launched herself towards Harry and Ron, the latter of which caught her in his strong arms as the chandelier crashed to the floor. She latched herself onto Ron, feeling as if she alone did not have the strength to stand.

Hermione ignored the shouts around her, as she had never felt safer sandwiched between her two best friends. That's the last thought she had before she felt the strong pull at her navel, indicating that they had apparated, and she lost consciousness.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for more. And please let me know what you think and what you hope may happen!