Disclaimer: I'm only going to put this in the first chapter for the whole story. I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it. J.K. Rowling does, I only own the plot.
Chapter One
Hermione groaned. Her head was killing her. She tried to open her eyes and finally succeeded in opening them a little.
"Where am I?" She thought. She opened her eyes all the way, and found she was laying on the floor of a darkened room. She tried to get up, feeling aches and pains all over. She was stopped, however, by-
"Chains!" Hermione thought, frantically sitting up. Her hands were chained behind her back.
Hermione tugged and pulled as hard as she could until she thought her arms were going to come out of their sockets.
All sluggishness was now gone as Hermione tried to remember what had happened. And then flashes started to come back to her.
Harry, in his dress robes covered in blood, fighting Death Eaters.
Ginny, with her sky blue dress, trying to get everyone together.
Dumbledore, looking scared, yelling for them to retreat.
And Ron, oh God no, Ron. Laying there on the ground, his glassy eyes not seeing anymore, blood running down his face.
And she, Hermione, was also fighting Death Eaters, yelling curse after curse, her face streaked with tears for what they had done to her Ron. And then she remembered now…she had been hit with a full body bind.
"I guess that's how I ended up here." Hermione thought, more than afraid, because she was sure she was in a Death Eater's lair.
She tried to remember more of what had happened…
There had been a ball in the Great Hall. She and Ron had been dancing together, his midnight blue robes looking just right. And Hermione, in her light pink robes, feeling happier than she could remember ever being.
Harry in his dark green robes, and Ginny in her sky blue robes, were there too, dancing next to them.
What happened next was all a blur. All Hermione could remember was one moment she was laughing at Ron's silly dance moves, and the next, someone screaming and then it spread until everyone started screaming and running.
As the students scattered like ants, Hermione had a clearer view of the doors and saw Death Eaters pouring in.
She remembered thinking, "There's was too many of them. We can never beat them." And then Ron was there, pulling her, telling her they had to go, they had to move.
And now here she was, a Death Eater's prisoner, chained to a wall, with no clue on where she was. Hermione looked around, looking for a door. She saw faint light coming from underneath what she assumed was a door.
Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness and saw there was a chair in the corner, although it was unoccupied at the moment.
She heard footsteps approaching, and could feel her heart rate increasing. Shadows started to pool in the dim light, and the door swung open, revealing a large black shape towering in the doorway.
"So it's true then," A cruel voice said. "The mudblood has been captured for the Dark Lord."
The person entered the room, the light from the hallway slowly revealing the features of Bellatrix LeStrange.
Hermione's heart plummeted. "No." She thought. "No no no no no! Not her, anyone but her!" Hermione scuttled sideways, away from the door, only to be jerked hard by the chains.
The cold cruel laugh that issued from Bellatrix was what finally broke through Hermione's blind panic, as she kept trying to pull on her chains. She looked up at Bellatrix, who moved to the chair in the corner and placed it in the center, in front of Hermione.
"So. Hermione Granger is it? Well, I prefer mudblood. At first I didn't believe we had been so lucky as to capture Potter's whore, but here I am, looking at her myself." Bellatrix leaned forward, a gleam in her eye. "So mudblood, tell me what you know. Tell me of the Order's plans, what's Potter planning to do next?"
Hermione shook her head and finally seemed to find her voice. "I'm not telling you anything! I don't even know anything! Nobody tells me anything, I'm never included, I -" Hermione gasped and looked at Bellatrix, afraid she had said too much, but hoping it wasn't heard anyways.
But she had. Bellatrix looked like Christmas had come early. She stood up and pointed her wand at Hermione. "Well mudblood, this might please the Dark Lord, but either way…" She trailed off.
Hermione gasped. "Oh gods I'm going to die." She shut her eyes tight waiting for the end to come. But all she got was a well placed "Crucio", causing her to shriek and then scream as the white-hot pain, that blinding pain, engulfed her entire body. She felt like fireplace pokers were being shoved into her body, her arms, her legs, stomach, face. Hermione had never felt pain like this.
Bellatrix lifted the curse and looked at the girl laying on the floor, painting, not able to move. "Pathetic." She muttered, placing the curse back on her, causing Hermione to start screaming even more. Bellatrix did this again and again until Hermione passed out. Her head was bleeding where it had hit the wall. Her hands and legs scraped up from rolling on the floor.
Bellatrix smirked at the unconscious girl and started walking towards the door uttering another "Pathetic." She walked out the door and shut it hard, making a loud ring echo throughout the hall. But inside, Hermione didn't move a muscle.
Okay, so that was the end of my first chapter. What did you guys think? Sorry if it's not long enough. I promise, my other chapters are all longer than this! Please review, it's my first fanfic to write, so I'm grateful for any kind of constructive criticism or just an all around good job! lol.
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