(y/n) - your name

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"We got here as soon as you called!" Hermione gasps, her and Ron hugging Harry as soon as he opened the door.

"Where is she?" Ron whispers, trying not to scare off the girl as his friend takes them to the living room to find the one person they thought they lost forever.

"(y/n)...?" Hermione gasps, tearing up as she saw how broken her best friend was as she was curled up in a ball against the wall, black ink rising up around her in drippy blobs like they were shielding around her.

"What happened to her?" Ron asks and Harry shakes his head as the boys frown deeply at the blood and dirt covering their friend.

"She wouldn't tell me. She showed up on my front porch. Almost attacked me when I tried to pull her into the house to hide."

"She attacked you?" Hermione asks Harry who nods, the girl pursing her lips as she kneeled down in front of (y/n) who hadn't raised her head or moved from the cacoon she encased herself with the cloak. "(y/n)... It's me..." she moves forward to be in front of the dark blobs, wary of how they spiked up when she was near. "Your best friend... Hermione..." there was a sudden flinch from the girl before she slowly raised her head from the cloak, dry tears on her cheek as she looks at her friend in front of her.

"Hermione?" (y/n) mumbles out, tearing up again when she saw a familiar face.

"It's ok, I'm here. You don't have to worry anymore." Hermione cries softly, raising her arms when the blobs don't attack her to hold her friend's cheeks to wipe her tears away. (y/n) holds her arms gently, the boys going cold at the wounds on her wrists before she was held up by Hermione to get her on her feet.

"We thought we lost you..." Ron mumbles out sadly, moving to hug her but she harshly flinches away from him. He was hurt by her rejection, Harry noticing how (y/n) clung to Hermione for dear life and steered clear from him and Ron. 

Hermione noticed this too and her face pales. "(y/n)... what happened? Where did you go?" she tries to ask her but she shakes her head, trying not to let her mind wander back to those nightmarish nights. "Let's get you cleaned up." Hermione sighs, gently holding (y/n)'s arms to help her up the stairs. She stayed clear from touching her any further than where the cloak covered her, being gentle when she struggled to walk up the stairs like she had no energy at all. "Almost there..." she frowns, looking over the bruises on her skin, the blood and dirt smearing her dress or the stains that made her blood run cold. The girls entered the bathroom and Hermione quickly plugged up the bath before filling it with hot water, grabbing hold of the soap that was left behind and pouring it into the bath. "I have to take the dress off-" Hermione's breath hitches with worry as (y/n) steps away from her, holding her cloak tightly around her. "I won't do anything, I promise (y/n). You can trust me." she holds out her hand, the terrified girl looking at her palm for a few seconds before hesitantly holding her hand. The cloak falls behind (y/n), Hermione leaning down to grab the hem of her dress. "Arms up. I'm closing my eyes. I'll pull the dress up and you can get into the tub." She closes her eyes and shifts the dress off, standing still and dropping the dirty garment as she hears water sloshing. 

Hermione waits for (y/n), waiting for her to give her the signal to open her eyes and she does when she holds her hand. She frowns at how terrified her friend looked, holding her knees to her chest to make her seem smaller like she was trying to hide. The Gryffindor moves to grab the shampoo, telling the Hufflepuff every single step she takes so as to not scare her. She washes her hair carefully, making sure not to touch her skin before washing off the soap. She cast a spell to clean up her friend's body without laying a hand on her, changing the mucky water that washed away her blood and those sickening stains with clean water before leaving the bathroom.

Ron and Harry were waiting outside silently, looking at Hermione anxiously as she closed the bathroom door behind her. "Well?" Harry whispers and Hermione didn't know how to say it.

"(y/n)... she's been... she..." she couldn't help but tear up at the awful things her friend was forced to go through. "She was forced to-men used her to-" she couldn't even say it, breaking down in tears and the boys went cold when they figured it out. Ron comforted Hermione who cried in his arms, looking over at Harry who was shaking in rage. He grinds his teeth, screaming at himself for being so useless.

You couldn't save her!

It's all your fault!

"Who." Harry seethes.

"(y/n) hasn't talked to me. Not once." Hermione gasps out, trying to calm her crying.

"We need to tell The Order." Ron says and the trio nods.

"I'll let them know." Harry says.

"I'll look after (y/n). She won't go near anyone at this point. I'll see if I can get her to talk to me." Hermione says softly, walking back into the bathroom. She drops her bag on the floor and sifts through it to grab some extra clothes, taking them up and standing straight. She notices her friend playing with the snake necklace around her neck, a new ring-the band being silver with a black diamond-and a silver bracelet with initial charms. She knew they were from Draco Malfoy and she thought about how he could do all this to hurt her friend, to be on the side of Death Eaters. 

How could he do this to her?

"(y/n)..." Hermione whispers, setting the clothes down on the sink. "Who... who did this?" There was silence until a single answer mumbled behind the Gryffindor. 

"Death Eaters."

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Hermione sat next to (y/n), the two of them leaning against the wall while the former was holding a plate of untouched food. She sighs sadly at her friend who had turned invisible, only knowing she was there since she had the cloak around her. The Gryffindor didn't know who the cloak belonged to but knew it was someone of a higher class with the expensive applique. 

The Hufflepuff breathed in the familiar smell of expensive cologne and green apple, tearing up at why he had to leave her. Her mind was quiet but fear consumed her as she stared pensively at the closed bedroom door, believing that those men would be back for her. She ignored the pain in her wrists, quickly shuffling back when she heard a sound and it was Hermione gently setting down the plate on the floor.

"You have to eat (y/n)..."

She knew better than to eat the food. It could be laced with a sleeping draught.

But it wasn't.

"Please." Hermione begs but her friend scuttled away from her and she sighs in defeat, getting up to leave the bedroom. 

As she closes the door, Harry walks up the stairs. "Not eating?" he asks, a deep frown forming on his face when his friend shakes her head.

"Not a single bite."

"They did so many terrible things to her..." Harry sighs out, his head in his hands in guilt. "I could've stopped her-stopped them from taking her..."

How am I supposed to be the Chosen One when I can't keep my friends safe...?

"Guys, they're here." Ron says from downstairs, Harry and Hermione quickly going down the stairs to be greeted by The Order

"Hello Harry!" Hagrid beams at the boy, engulfed in a hug by him. "You're looking fit!" the huggable giant lets the boy go, moving to the side for Moody while he hugs Hermione and Ron.

"Yeah, he's ruddy gorgeous. Whatsay we get undercover beforesomeone murders him." Moody says, Ron and Hermione stumbling back into the house while the others pile in. Arthur, Shacklebolt, Mundungus, Bill Weasley, Fleur, the twins, Tonks, Lupin and finally Sirius.

"My boy." Sirius smiles, hugging his grandson tightly. "How's (y/n)?" the godfather notices the grimace on the trio's face and so do the twins.

"We heard your message." George says.

"But we thought..." Fred sighs in relief that their princess was ok.

"But you said she's not ok." George says, looking up the stairs and Hermione nods.

"Death Eaters... they..." she didn't know if she should tell everyone.

"What happened." Tonks says firmly and Hermione takes her up the stairs.

"I can't bring her down. Too many... men..." the older girl pales, standing before the bedroom door. She quietly opens it, revealing the dark room and the quiet sobs.

"Draco...?" Tonks ignored the name, walking towards (y/n) who frowned when it wasn't her love. Hermione's heart broke hearing her friend call for the one person she felt safe with.

"Hey, poppet. It's Tonks. Do you remember me?" the older woman kneels before her, seeing a cloak moving but no visible person until (y/n) reveals herself while pointing to her nose. "Yes, it's me." Tonks chuckles lowly, morphing a pig nose on her face to amuse the girl and snorting to entertain her before going back to normal. She pushes away the floating inky blobs, following where they were trailing from to see the girl's wrists sawed at and she grimaces. "Can I?" Tonks points to her own wrist and (y/n) lowers them to show her. The older woman carefully pinches the girl's finger. "Can you feel that?" her fingers twitch but (y/n) shakes her head. "Shit..." Tonks covers her mouth. "What about this." she pats her arm below her wrist and she nods. "Ok, just the hands... Would you like me to mend this for you?" She asks the girl pointing to her broken wrist as her hand flopped back. 

(y/n) nods and Tonks summons some equipment, asking Hermione to help her hold her friend's hand up to reattach her hand before she ties the area up securely. Wrapping the material around the girl's hand like boxing gloves, securing it tight for both her hands. The bandages turn black from the ink but doesn't seep anymore, the colour simply changing.

"How does that feel?" Tonks asks (y/n) as she looks at her hands silently, fingers twitching as she tried to stretch them out. There was only a tiny bit of feeling but it was there. Tonks stands up, taking Hermione to talk to her.

"Will her hands heal?"

"I-" she wasn't sure what to tell the younger girl. "No. It's been severed far enough to not reattach. She won't be able to use her hands." Hermione pales, tearing up behind her hands. "We need to go. We can't stay here and she can't either."

"But the others downstairs-"

"-we have to Hermione."

"Ok..." the Gryffindor turns to the Hufflepuff who wrapped herself in the cloak, walking up to her to pull it tighter around her. "(y/n), we have to go downstairs."