Let Lucius Malfoy know Hermione is in the dungeons

Hermione, confined in the dank basement of Voldemort's lair, struggled against the magical restraints that bound her. The air was thick with an oppressive darkness, and the cold stone walls seemed to close in around her. In her captivity, she overheard hushed conversations and sinister whispers echoing through the corridors.

One day, as Hermione's acute senses picked up on a conversation beyond her cell, she recognized the voice of Bellatrix in heated discussion with Lucius Malfoy. Their words floated through the air like malevolent specters, and Hermione strained to catch every fragment of information.

"Heard we've got a little Gryffindor in the basement, Bellatrix," Lucius drawled, his tone dripping with a mix of curiosity and malice.

Bellatrix's laughter cut through the air like shards of ice. "Oh, Lucius, dear, we have a prize indeed. A certain know-it-all who thought she could dance with the Dark Lord's secrets."

Hermione's heart raced as she realized the gravity of her situation. The knowledge that Bellatrix intended to inform Lucius of her capture sent a chill down her spine. Would Lucius exploit this information, or could it be an opportunity to sow discord among the **** Eaters?

The next moment, Bellatrix, reveling in the drama, unlocked the cell door and escorted Hermione into a dimly lit chamber where Lucius awaited. His silver hair gleamed in the muted light, and his sharp features betrayed a calculating expression.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Lucius remarked, his cold gaze locking onto Hermione.

Bellatrix, with a wicked grin, delivered the news of Hermione's capture, relishing in the tension that hung in the air. The interaction between the three figures set the stage for a complex dance of intrigue within the dark corridors of Voldemort's lair.