Hermione shook her head, fighting against the magical bindings that pinned her helpless like a bug to the floor of the Malfoys’ Manor. She screamed as Bellatrix crucioed her, again and again, but it didn’t help. It didn’t stop it from hurting; it didn’t bring anyone running to save her. Oh god she couldn’t take this agony. She wanted to die. Bellatrix loomed over her; face twisted with sick pleasure as she drew her silver blade and pierced Hermione’s skin with the point.