Hermione struggled in the high-backed chair. The chair was very elegant, with an air of superiority and arrogance of a Malfoy. The hand-rails were carved rosewood, a rich almost molasses-colored wood. Shards of swirled marble, agate and sliver were embedded in the wood, creating a multicolored and many-petal rose painstakingly carved into the wood. It was an uncomfortable chair, with no cushions, the wood cold against her bare shoulders.
Hermione, however, paid no attention to the chair, her captor that kept her from escaping the Malfoy's house. Her wand was confiscated days ago, or was it weeks? Time ebbed away from her as she was tried, beaten and hit, all under the eyes of the Death Eaters. Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at her, awaiting her trial. It was bound to be a very short one.
The chair was bound in curses, hexes, jinxes, and any other spell that could be attempted to restrain all of the innocents from escaping. Chains and ropes were wound about the chair for extra protection in case the spells backfired.
Bellatrix Lestrange seemed to dance across the stage as she walked over to where her captor was awaiting.
"It is a pity we will have to kill you; we have heard of so many wonderful things about your power and ability," Bellatrix Lestrange whispered into the struggling Hermione's ear.
"The Death Eaters, like I and the Malfoys, have half a mind to spare your miserable life in exchange for you to join us, even if you are a Mudblood," Bellatrix laughed out loud for all of the watching Death Eaters to hear, a cruel laugh following as she dug the tip of her wand into the tender skin behind her victim's ear.
"Never," Hermione muttered through clenched teeth.
Bellatrix shrugged and paused for the quickest second, then looked at Hermione and grinned, revealing a mouth full of pointed and yellowing teeth. She pressed the wand even harder against the tender skin, making Hermione cringe in pain.
"Very well! We shall have to go back to our original plan. Sleep well Granger, for your hanging is tomorrow. Moses Yaxley, take her back to her cell."
With a flick of her wand, Lestrange undid all the spells affixed to the chair and the chains and ropes were severed. Hermione sat dumbly in the chair, knowing if she made any move to flee, every Death Eater would unleash the unforgiving killing curse.
Moses Yaxley, a hulking giant of a man, shuffled forward and gathered her bound hands in his giant one and shoved the tip of his wand into the middle of Hermione's back. He escorted the girl into the hallway that led off of the massive "testing" hall.
Clambering up and down countless staircases, they reached the Hermione's cell. Yaxley opened the bars with a brush of his wand and shoved Hermione into the cell, the bars shutting with a clang behind her.
Yaxley turned to leave, but then turned back and peered at her from under his bushy eyebrows. Hermione stared back with anger burning in her brown eyes. He opened his mouth as if the say something, but then closed it. He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her alone to contemplate over her own planned death.
Hermione sat down on the army pad and covered her face with her hands. She wept for a brief moment, and brushed the tears away, a new layer of hatred and anger wrapped around her heart.
She reached under the mattress and pulled out her Time-Turner, carefully caressing the tool. Bellatrix, who had paraded around the "cells" of the captives (which actually were small individual cellars used to pickle dragon liver) making sure no one had anything that could be used to get away, and had been careless enough not to check under mattresses.
Hermione hadn't used one since her third year when they had rescued Buckbeak from a nasty death. She then put her Time-Turner away with her valuables.
The golden finish on the tiny trinket had been tarnished from ill-packing, but it still worked. Hermione intended it to be used to go backward to avoid being captured, but then she had gotten a crazy thought- what if she was to go back to 1945, Voldemort's, then Tom Riddle's seventh year in school, acting as a transfer from Beauxbâtons Academy of Magic, the French version of Hogwarts. Then she would kill him and make her escape before they knew what happened.
Harry would have his parents, countless Muggles, witches and wizards, no matter what blood-status would have their lives. The Ministry of Magic wouldn't have to cover up the deeds of Voldemort from the Muggles.
She took a deep breath, and started turn the instrument.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, decades…
The Time-Turner started to glow a sickly green, to a lime-color, and then a brilliant bright emerald.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, decades…
The instrument burned with unbearable heat, adrenaline rushed through Hermione's veins, making her stiff with excruciating fear.
Seconds, minutes, hours-
The jab socked her in the stomach as the instrument shattered into millions of pieces, falling onto the floor. Time held her breath as the force seemed to suck her into a portal entering another time.
Then she was falling… tunneling through the air at an insane speed…the rain pelted against her skin…f a l l i n g……
Author's Note
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