Lucius sneered at her and pulled his wand. He flicked it to the ceiling, sending a jet of light that arced into four beams, hurtling down at the four prisoners. They fell over with silent screams as the Cruciatus Curses hit them, their eyes rolling back and their bodies twitching.

Draco shivered once before his eyes clouded.

Lucius pocketed his wand. Bellatrix frowned and released her hold on Draco.

"If we're quite done," Lucius hissed, "my son is needed upstairs."

Bellatrix smirked, strolling lazily toward Lucius. "He could have been our son," she hummed. She stood in front of him and let her fingers trail across Lucius's chest. "Think of how much stronger he would have been then."

"Stronger, perhaps. Certainly less sane."

Bellatrix tilted her head back to the ceiling and cackled. "We could have had such fun together, Lucius."

She waltzed out the door.

Hermione stared down at the tortured men, then to Draco. He was as immovable as a stone wall.

"Draco," Lucius said softly. He flicked his wand and released the curse.

Draco turned to him, and as he opened his mouth, the room began to shiver again. The word "Father" was screamed from his mouth.

Bright sunlight burst before Hermione's eyes. Everywhere she looked there was white.

She blinked, her ears ringing with the hiss of wandwork, the sharp explosions of battle, and a crash of waves.

When her eyes could focus, she found Draco and Lucius next to her, fighting back to back — Draco casting defense while Lucius took offense.

They were on a shore. A white cliffside rose up high like a tower to her right, to her left, a clear blue ocean, the waves crashing against a stone beach.

A spell whizzed past her face. She whipped around and saw Draco jump out of the way at the last possible moment, stumbling several yards to the right. When he adjusted, he looked up — almost directly at her — and his eyes blew wide.

A bolt of light burst through her chest, slamming into him. She screamed as he fell back on the rocky beach, yelling and thrashing. Hermione spun to see his attacker and found Charlie Weasley staring down at him with a hard jaw.

She had less than a moment to take him in before "Avada Kedavra!" was hissed across the ocean spray. Charlie Weasley died with the ghost of a smile on his face, just like his younger brother. Hermione turned to see Lucius already lowering his wand and running for his son.

Hermione stumbled, her legs buckling. This was Dover. The battle at Dover Castle that led to the escape of much of the resistance within the U.K. The battle that resulted in Charlie Weasley's death after hitting Draco with an Acid Hex.

She ran to Draco's screaming body and dropped to his side, her eyes stinging as Lucius cast a series of healing charms. His face grew paler as he tried spell after spell.

"It's an Acid Hex," Hermione wheezed, knowing he couldn't hear her.