**The Dark Lord's Wrath**

The air was thick with tension as Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger, his gaze fixed on Hermione. "You're a blood traitor, Hermione Granger," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "A Muggle-born, pretending to be one of the pure. How...amusing." Hermione's face paled, but she refused to show fear. She knew that she was a target, and she would have to endure the worst that Voldemort and his followers could inflict. Voldemort's attention turned to the others, his eyes lingering on Harry, Ron, and Sirius. "And now, it's time for your friends to suffer," he sneered, his wand raised. The torture began, with Voldemort and the Death Eaters taking turns to inflict pain and suffering on the boys. Ron cried out, his body arched in agony, as a spell ripped through his chest. Sirius gritted his teeth, his eyes clenched shut, as he tried to withstand the pain. Harry's face was set in a determined mask, his eyes flashing with defiance, but even he couldn't hide the fear that crept into his voice. As the torture intensified, Bellatrix Lestrange stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's see if they know where the little traitor's...friend is," she suggested, her voice dripping with malice. Voldemort's eyes narrowed, his face twisted with curiosity. "Ah, yes. Mia. The one they call ' Moonlight'. Where is she?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing. The boys exchanged fearful glances, but Hermione's eyes flashed with warning. She knew that she had to protect Mia, no matter what. "I...I don't know," Harry stammered, his body trembling with pain. Ron and Sirius were similarly interrogated, but none of them would reveal Mia's whereabouts. Voldemort's anger grew, his face twisting with rage, as he realized that they would not break easily. The torture continued, with no end in sight. Hermione's spirit remained unbroken, but she knew that she couldn't withstand the pain for much longer. She had to think of a way to protect Mia, and her friends, before it was too late. As the night wore on, the darkness seemed to close in around them, and Hermione wondered if they would ever escape the clutches of the Dark Lord. But she refused to give up, her heart and mind locked in a fierce determination to resist, no matter the cost.