The Blowers Daughter

“Lucius, you don’t hate Snape and Hermione as much as you hate me,” Lupin said, his head resting against the chair, “torture me all you want, but free them.”

“Au contraire,” Lucius sneered, “You think too much of yourself.” He ran the edge of his wand down Hermione’s throat, and resting it over her heart. He lowered his head, so his lips were behind her left ear.

“I may however, keep you alive, we have been having such fun, haven’t we?” he purred softly, jabbing her breast threateningly as a warning.

“Yes,” she whispered tearfully. Lucius smirked and his eyes travelled to Severus’s.

“Do tell them of the fun then,” he purred, his eyes flickering between Severus’s and Lupins. Hermione froze, she didn’t know what to say. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

“Come now Hermione,” he purred, before grabbing her hair and yanking her head back, her voice becoming more aggressive, “tell them.” She nodded tearfully.

“He….he showed me his house,” she stuttered, but Lucius pulled her hair more tightly,

“Who did?” he hissed, “my title Hermione,”

“Lord Malfoy,” she quickly corrected herself, “Lord Malfoy showed me his house. We saw his dining room, where Narcissa died, and Draco’s room, where he died.” Lucius’s eyes narrowed and he jerked her head again.

“Died?” he hissed.

“Was murdered,” she replied, just as quickly, “by Lupin.” Her watery eyes fell on Lupin, “and then we went to the dungeon,.” She shuddered and her eyes moved to Severus, “and Lord Malfoy……” she trailed off, but Malfoy merely smirked widely.

“She was very accommodating,” he drawled, his hand moving to her breast as his other hand held his wand to her throat. He traced circles over her concealed nipple, and she shivered.

“Lord Malfoy…” she pleaded softly, but he merely jabbed her throat.

“And then I washed her beautiful skin,” he whispered, his eyes glazing over as he seemed consumed by memories, “as beautiful as Cissy’s.” His lips moved to her throat and he kissed her softly, tenderly, “my beautiful Narcissa.” Hermione’s cried out softy, and looked at Severus desperately.

“Lucius, that isn’t Narcissa,” Severus said softly, recognising that Lucius was clearly growing unstable. Lucius looked up at Severus,

“Narcissa?” he asked softly, before looking down at Hermione, “Narcissa, what have you done to your hair, it was blonde.” He pressed his wand to her hair and a stream of blonde, with the consistency of treacle, poured from his wand and over Hermione’s hair, dying it blonde. She cried out in shock and looked up at Severus, who’s eyes widened,

“That’s better my love,” Lucius purred, stroking Hermione’s now blonde locks, “quite as beautiful as I remember.”

“That isn’t Narcissa Lucius!” Lupin’s voice suddenly rose. Hermione, Severus and Lucius all turned to look at Lupin, whose presence they had almost forgotten. Severus shook his head. The last thing he wanted to do was provoke Lucius.

“Of course it is Lupin!” Severus said, in a tone that told him to play along, “but why have you tied her up Lucius? Her wrists are getting sore.” Lucius looked down and knitted his eyebrows,

“They are red,” he whispered softly, running a finger over the skin of her wrist, “but if I undo her, she shall run away, disappear, hang herself again,” he whispered sadly.

“I won’t Lucius,” Hermione said, her voice trembling, “I’ll stay here, with you.” She looked up at him and smiled weakly, “I…I…I love you Lucius.” Lucius’s eyes widened and he smiled at her. His hands reached for her wrists and quickly he undid the ropes. She moved to stand up, and for a moment, it looked as though she would run for Snape, but he shook his head, and she understood what she must do. Trembling, she moved to Lucius, her eyes wide as though she was expecting something. Lucius looked at her for a moment, before running a finger down her cheek, as if he wanted to be sure she was real. She smiled weakly, and he ran his hand over her now-blonde hair.

“Cissy?” he asked softly, before moving forward to kiss her. Hermione froze, her eyes fixed on Snape, as she felt his lips against her own. He simply nodded sadly, and she wrapped her arms around Lucius’s shoulders, cooperating with his lips. He drew away and kissed her forehead, pulling her into his arms. Hermione stiffened, but Lucius appeared not to notice.

“A dress,” he whispered, “you must wear a dress, your favourite.” Lucius drew away and ran his wand over her torn shirt, transforming it into a long, silk gown, with a slit running from her hip to the floor. She shivered and looked down at herself. She had to admit, she looked like the portrait of Narcissa, which hung behind her.

“Perfect,” Lucius whispered, “Now let us take our guests to dinner.” Hermione’s eyes travelled to Snape and Lupin, who were looking at horror and confusion at Hermione. She nodded and slowly took Lucius’s hand, and moved with him into the adjacent dining room followed by Snape and Lupin. It was as eerie and unpleasant as the other rooms, with candlelight reflecting off uneven objects and casting awful shadows around the room. Lucius moved to the head of the long table and sat down, signalling to Hermione to sit on his immediate left, whilst Remus sat opposite her, and Snape next to her. Lucius’s eyes now settled on Lupin, but his gaze was almost fractured. He was clearly operating in his own world.

“We shall eat soon, when Draco comes down,” he said, staring down the table blankly. Hermione quickly looked to Snape, who reached under the table to squeeze her hand, which was resting on her leg.

“Draco is dead Lucius,” Snape said soothingly, “remember?” Hermione looked to Lucius, whom was still staring into nothing.

“No,” Lucius replied softly, “he is upstairs.” Hermione’s hand began to shake as she began to realise that leaving was going to be harder than any had imagined. Snape squeezed her hand again, trying to quell the shaking, before leaning towards her,

“Pretend to faint,” he whispered softly. Hermione looked to him with confusion, before nodding. She looked back to Lucius and rested her hand on his,

“My love,” she said, with forced airiness, “I feel unwell.” Lucius turned to her with concern in his eyes.

“What is wrong?” he said softly, but before Hermione could think of a reason, she pretended to faint. She fell forward onto the table with a sigh, her eyes closed. Snape stood quickly,

“We need to get her to St. Mungo’s,” Snape said, attempting to lift Hermione into his arms. Lucius narrowed his eyes and grabbed his wand, levelling it at Snape.

“Get away from her,” he hissed, his eyes blazing with anger. He scooped Hermione into his arms and glared at Snape and Lupin, “she simply needs some air.” He carried her onto the balcony and began to rock her in his arms. Lupin and Snape appeared at the doorway.

“Lucius, enough is enough, we need to take Hermione, and we need to leave,” Remus said sternly, reaching to draw his wand. Lucius looked as though he had come out of a come, and looked down at Hermione. Severus sighed loudly at Remus’s comment. He had been terrified that if he had tried to bring Lucius back into the real world, Lucius would kill Hermione. Lucius looked down a Hermione, who was still pretending to be unconscious. He sneered and dropped Hermione to the floor. Her head hit the marble of the balcony and began bleeding instantly. He kicked her in the ribs and her eyes opened immedietly as she moaned in pain.

“You filthy little Jezebel!” he yelled, before levelling his wand and Snape, who was preparing to lunge forward, “manipulating whore!” he yelled at Hermione. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him fearfully.

“You brought us here because we all have wronged you Lucius,” Severus said softly, approaching Hermione slowly and kneeling down beside her, his hand on her forehead. Lucius looked down, his wand pointed at Snape, who looked up at him, “so do your worst.” Remus slowly approached Snape and knelt down beside him, his hand behind Hermione’s bloody skull. Lucius nodded, his eyes narrowed.

“Crucio,” he whispered, the spell hitting Hermione, “she will be less attractive without a mind, won’t she?” Snape reacted quickly, pulling Hermione into his arms. He had foolishly assumed that the punishment would be meant for Lupin or himself, not her. She was shaking violently from the spell until Lupin drew his wand quickly and cast finite incantatum. She fell limp in Snape’s arms, unconscious.

“I won’t kill her, that is far too easy for a soul destined for the light,” Lucius said darkly, “no, I’ll do the worst, I’ll confine her to her body, a broken mind trapped in a lifeless shell.” He looked down at the limp body and smiled coldly. Snape looked up at him, his eyes red.

“You have removed the minds of one of the greatest witches ever born.” Snape and Lucius turned to see Remus looking down at Hermione, his voice trembling, “because she beat you in a duel.” Slowly, Remus stood up and looked at Lucius, who was almost a foot taller than him. Lucius smirked widely.

“Yes, I suppose I did,” he said coldly, “one down, two to go.”

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