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Harry Potter NR.1

... __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 44 – Losing It They kept her in the dungeon. Yes, Lestrange Manor had a dungeon meant specifically for the purpose of keeping prisoners, and a very well armored one at that. Bars were unnecessary. Instead, invisible walls had been formed around the dark, windowless room. Ginny had touched it once and the pain of it had been so severe that her hand lay paralyzed and motionless for several days afterward. The room had one door that led to the rest of the manor and was only opened when they dragged her out for more interrogating. Ginny had never been so bruised and cut in her life. She was sure her arm was broken and her abdomen, bare from the amount of times a cutting curse had been set at her clothing, was raw. Fortunately, her left eye was swollen shut, otherwise the heavy bleeding from her hairline above it would be dripping into her eye. So far, however, Ginny had restrained herself from saying a word about the prophecy or the Order and felt a strange sense of pride arise from her ability to keep mum. Her loyalty to Harry proved to be what drove her. Though she could not think of him when being tortured, she welcomed the memories of his warmth and love from years ago. How could she let him die? It seemed silly. Any attempt of escape had resulted in being recaptured and punished. Her first moment of freedom had lasted only twenty seconds when ...

... Rosier had accidentally dropped her wrists as he brought her down stairs. She'd retaliated instantly but without a wand it'd been impossible for her to get very far. She was dragged back upstairs by her hair and tortured simply for the fun of it. "If you believe you can escape than I have not inspired enough fear in you," Bellatrix had said menacingly. "You don't scare me. Anyone who can love such an ugly reptile as Voldemort can hardly inspire much fear as she does embarrassment." Ginny definitely got a whipping for that one. But taunting Bellatrix seemed a much better use of her verbal abilities than anything else. She was pleased that insulting Bellatrix between screams seemed to entertain the other Death Eaters as much as it pushed Ginny along herself. "You little swine," she said once as she carved words into Ginny's arm. She brought her face right up next to Ginny's and she got a full inhalation of Bellatrix's breath. She cringed quite visibly and Bellatrix pressed harder with her knife. "Ugh. I've smelt rotting corpses that are less offensive than your breath. Purebloods have to use toothpaste too, you know." So far, the girl had been employing strong use of Occlumency to fight against the near dozens of vials of Veritaserum Bellatrix had been serving her like candy, all while taunting those torturing her. Snape was well beyond impressed. But he knew she would not be able to hold on forever. The Cruciatus Curse was, as so named, unforgiving, and soon Ginny's mind would be ...