Lizzie's POV:

It was Harry Potter.

Sure he looked like he had been hit by a nasty stinging hex and was missing his glasses.

Sure he looked haggard, his hair longer than I had ever seen it, his face and arms covered in dirt, his clothes torn as if he had fallen into a pit of thorns.

But there was no doubt about it.

It was Harry Potter.

"Miss Samuels," Lucius called smugly from beside me. "Would you happen to know who these people are?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked, still in shock of seeing the three Gryffindors in front of me.

"Is this not Harry Potter?" he clarified, stepping forward and putting his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it too tightly. I hissed from the sudden pressure and noticed how Draco stepped forward.

"Take your hand off of her," he commanded, facing his father.

"Look again, Miss Samuels," he snapped, grabbing my chin and turning my head roughly to face Harry.

Instead of looking to Harry, I studied the room. There were four snatchers, two Death Eaters, Lucius, Bellatrix, Mrs. Malfoy, me, Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Harry, Hermione, and Ron's wands were in the hands of one of the snatchers, who handed them to Draco and drew his own wand, glaring at me with menace.

"I said take your hand off of her," Draco growled, his tone sounding dangerous.

Lucius swivelled his head towards his son, bringing a hand up and slapping his son across the face.

"How dare you?" I snarled, ripping out of Lucius' grip. "He's your son and you just hit him. You monst-" He lifted a hand and brought it down on my face. So hard that I felt my nose break, feeling the sticky warmth of blood run down my face.

The room fell silent after I heard a small gasp, and then Draco roared and launched himself at his father, his face red with rage. He knocked Lucius to the floor and then began to pound his fists down onto the man's face, making blood appear.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN OR I SWEAR I'll KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed, even as one of the snatchers came over and heaved him off of Lucius, who stood up and wiped the blood off of his face.

"You make sure he doesn't move," he snapped to the snatcher who was holding Draco. "I want him to see this." He then walked towards me and grabbed me by my hair, dragging me forward and forcing me down onto my knees in front of Harry. I cried out in pain as Draco continued to scream threats at his father. "Look at him. I said LOOK AT HIM!" he yelled when I refused to look towards Harry. He once again grabbed my chin and turned my head towards Harry. "Is this Harry Potter?"

I opened my eyes and looked at the man looking back at me.

His face was horribly disfigured, obviously having been hit directly in the face by a stinging hex. I applauded Hermione. It was utterly brilliant to make him unrecognizable when they had been captured. This could only have been her.

His green eyes stared back into mine. Completely blank. He wasn't pleading with me to lie and tell everyone that it wasn't him. He was staring back at me with blank eyes.

I stared back with eyes that showed pain, horror, happiness, sadness, anger, and every other expression that existed.

"Is this Harry Potter?" he hissed, tightening his grip on my hair and my chin, making me squeak.

I could feel the blood running down my neck now.

I could hear Draco still yelling and struggling with the man who was holding him hostage.

I could hear Hermione shifting slightly from the way the wand was digging into her neck.

I could hear Harry's breathing.

I could see the stinging hex wearing off.

I could feel Lucius' nails digging into my cheeks.

"No," I whispered.

"What?" the man hissed.

"I said no," I snapped, pulling my face out of Lucius' grip. "Harry has blue eyes. He has green eyes." I pointed at Harry, looking at him and hoping that he understood what I was doing. And then looking to Hermione and hoping that she would catch on.

"Blue- are you sure?" Lucius growled, stepping towards me.

"Positive," I replied with vehemence. "Harry Potter was my friend. He has blue eyes. This man has green eyes."

He turned his head away from me, his nose crinkled and lip curled. Figuring that he was done with me, I backed away, going towards Draco.

He wrenched himself from the snatcher and ran to me, holding my face in his hands and wiping the blood off.

"I'm fine, Draco," I muttered, inspecting his own face where his father had hit him. "Really, I am."

We backed away, trying to blend in as Bellatrix, who had remained close to silent until now, saw something that one of the snatchers was holding.

"Where did you get that?" she whispered, petrified.

"Found it with them," he responded, nodding his head towards the three kneeling in front of him. "Reckon it's mine now." He gave her a toothy grin, showing it off.

Suddenly, the man is on the floor, dead, and Hermione's face was whiter than white from the curse that had flew past her head. Bellatrix whirled around, throwing the Unforgivable Curse around and nailing all of the snatchers in the chest until they were all on the floor. She had slaughtered four people without blinking an eye. With a flick of her wrist, the Sword of Gryffindor was in her hand.

"This sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts. These children are thieves." The tendons in her neck were twitching with absolute fury.

"We- we found it," Hermione whimpered, eyeing the man who was lying dead by her knees. "It's a fake."

I realized that I had been holding Draco's hand so tightly that his fingers were turning purple and I loosened my grip.

"Found it?" she repeated. "It seems we need to have a little chat. Girl to girl. Put the boys in the cellar." She grabbed Hermione by the wrist and pulled her into the center of the room, as the two Death Eaters that I didn't know grabbed Harry and Ron, dragging them out of the room towards the dungeon. Ron was screaming his bloody brains out, trying to get back to Hermione.

"Where did you get the sword," Bellatrix demanded psychotically, holding her wand under Hermione's chin.

"I- I told you," she whimpered. "We found it. In the Forest of Dean."

"LIES!" Bellatrix screeched, throwing Hermione onto the ground, where she landed with a grunt. "Crucio!"

Hermione screamed as if her body were on fire, reminding of Jamie's screams.

I turned and buried my face into Draco's chest and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me closely.

I could hear the girl thrashing around on the floor as if she were a fish out of water, her screams reverberating around the room.

Then they stopped.

Fearing that Bellatrix had lost all patience and put Hermione out of her misery, I snapped my head up and saw Hermione heaving on the floor, her tears streaming down her face.

"I'll ask you one more time. Where did you get the sword?" Bellatrix seethed through her teeth.

"It's not real!" Hermione sobbed. "It's a fake!"

The crazy woman reached into her robes and brought out a gleaming dagger. Pinning Hermione to the ground and forcing one arm out, she brought the dagger down to her forearm, dragging it across the pale skin as she screamed and kicked her legs in pain. At the first sight of Hermione's blood spilling from her body. I felt my eyes water and I once again buried my face into Draco's chest.

When the sound of Hermione's thrashing stopped, I once again feared that she had expired, so I pulled my face from Draco's chest, to see her lying there, silent and eyes open as tears leaked from her eyes. She was staring at her wound, which I couldn't tear my eyes away from.

MUDBLOOD.

"Bring the goblin!" Bellatrix screeched. I only faintly heard her over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears.

Bellatrix had carved a foul, foul word into the arm of a girl I had once considered a friend, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

She would live with that word on her skin forever. A constant reminder of what happened in this room.

I heard Bellatrix yelling once again, and this time, I pulled my eyes away from the pool of blood that was collecting beside Hermione.

One of the Death Eaters that I didn't know, a man with large teeth and a rather rat-like face, began to move towards the dungeon, his wand drawn. I listened faintly as his footsteps faded, wondering who he was going to retrieve this time.

A few moments after he disappeared, Harry and Ron barged into the room, Harry brandishing the Death Eater's wand. Ron's eyes land on Hermione and he roars, running forward, dodging the spells that were being launched at him. Harry followed, deflecting the spells and firing back at the attackers.

When Harry's eyes find Draco and me, he notices the wands that were still in Draco's hands and he rushes towards us, wrestling the wands from Draco before he disapparates with Hermione, Ron, and the goblin.

The room was silent.

And then Lucius turns his head towards me.