New story guys! This story has been on my mind. and my muse was just going crazy. Yes, i'm still finishing twenty years later.
and thank you to my lovely beta and bestfriend emily for just being so amazing
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Hermione looked around her room one more time. She didn't see anything else of importance that she would need on her journey. With a sigh and one last remorseful look she took a deep breath and descended down the stairs. The only thing she held in her hands was her wand a small clutch that contained an excessive amount of camping and survival supplies. Which was only possible with the help of charms, of course.
It was her last year in Hogwarts. Well, it would have been her last year, if she actually intended on going to school. Instead, she would be traveling with Harry and Ron to look for Horcruxes in order to defeat Voldemort.
Hermione's train of thought was broken by her mother's sweet voice yelling to her. The very same, sweet voice that she may never be able to hear again. "Hermione! Tea is ready!"
"Coming!" Hermione yelled back, with an obvious strain in her voice. She was on the verge of tears, scared for what she about to do.
Hermione continued down the stairs, her eyes falling upon family photos. Each picture a sad reminder of what she would be leaving behind. Finally, she made it to the last step to see her parents sitting on the couch, their backs facing her, as they conversed quietly about the dental business. Hermione slowly lifted up her wand to point to the back of their heads. She knew what she was doing and she knew that this is what she had to do to keep them both safe.
"Obl-" Hermione began to whisper the spell but was cut off by a window being smashed and a swirl of black entered through the window, accompanied by a chorus of screams. It was followed by at least 3 more but Hermione lost count as they circled around her and blocked her vision. Hermione waved her arms around her in an attempt to keep away the death eaters. She did not dare cast any spells in case she hit her parents. As the black smoke ceased to swirl around her she opened her eyes to see her mom being held by a man that looked like Crabbe, and her dad being held by a man who resembled Goyle.
She noticed two forms, whom she had seen before. "Scabior, let them go! They have nothing to do with the war!"
"What war?" Hermione's father asked, which only resulted in the group casting a silencing charm over both her parents.
An evil grin spread across Scabior's face, as he slowly strolled over to her. He circled around her eying her up, making the girl extremely uneasy. "You see I could," he whispered in her ear, "but then I would be disobeying the Dark Lord's wishes. And I would most likely die… So I think I'll hold onto them for a while."
"You evil bastard," Hermione snarled as she extended her wand with every intention of hexing him senseless, when it flew into the hand of Greyback.
"She is a feisty one, isn't she boys?" Scabior replied, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "Crabbe, Goyle, have a bit of fun with the muggles before we kill them. Think of it as..no not a sign of gratitude, but...my treat, rather."
Hermione tried to run and stop them from whatever they planned on doing to her parents, but Greyback restrained her. Hermione yelled out "NO!" as she watched her dad fall to the ground, writhing in pain. "Crucio!" Goyle yelled again, a smile curling on his lips.
"STOP! STOP IT!" she yelled as Crabbe cast "Imperio" on her mother. She watched in horror as her mother's eyes went blank, giving Crabbe a sexy smile and started to rub her hands down his chest.
"NO! STOP! YOU CAN HAVE ME! TAKE ME! JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Hermione yelled, struggling against Greybacks arms.
"But we were suppose to kill your parents, Voldemort figured that you would be with that stupid Weasel friend of yours. However, the death of two muggles is nothing compared to the capture of Hermione Granger." He sauntered over to Hermione, and lifted his hand to caress her face. Hermione tried to turn away in disgust. "Stop!" Scabior yelled. "Your wish is my command, love. But, you should be careful what you wish for," he face was only inches from hers and she could feel the heat of his breath on her ear. "Death Eaters, let's move out."
"WAIT!" Hermione yelled. "We have to oblivate them before we leave. They'll call the police, we can't let them expose the wizarding world." She hoped that there was enough pleading in her eyes to make Scabior let her oblivate her parents.
"You know, you can make a man do anything by looking at him like that, little one. Hurry up." Scabior said as Greyback released her.
"My wand." Hermione said with narrowed eyes as she held her hand out to Greyback. He pressed her wand in her hand and said, "Don't get used to having it." Hermione turned back around and walked towards her parents. Her mother was thrashing about the carpet, screaming despite the spell that was on her. Her mother was knelt near her dad who was unconscious. Hermione stood and gazed down at her parents and stooped low to give her mother a kiss on the head. Her mother grabbed Hermione and tried to pull her down, to protect her only daughter. However, Hermione resisted and backed up. "I love you both so much." Hermione said, as she finally started to cry. The tears were rolling down hard as she raised her hand and whispered "Oblivate" She watched as a blank expression crossed her mothers face. Then her mom slowly became unconscious and layed down next to her father. Hermione lowered her wand as she replaced their current memories with false ones. Through her tears she watched as she faded out of all the family pictures.
She stood there unmoving, just crying for what felt like a century until finally one of the death eaters grabbed her and she felt the pull of apparation.
When Hermione felt the sensation of apparation stop, she opened her eyes, only to be greeted with a very majestic looking room. The ceilings were high and came to points. The walls were white, with long windows around the room. The room was long and there was a long table in the middle. At the end of the room there was a fireplace. Only after Hermione had fully examined her surroundings, did she finally notice the people sitting around the table. There sat Bellatrix, and the Malfoy family, along with the rest the rest of the Lestrange family. She watched Crabbe and Goyle take their seats towards the end near the fire place.
"My Lord." Scabior said, bowing. Only then did Hermione look up to see the cruel face of Voldemort looking at her with curious eyes. He was looking as menacing as ever, with his pale face and red eyes. He ignored the snatcher and walked over to Hermione.
"Scabior, I sent you out with 3 other death eaters to kill two muggles, a simple enough task I should think. But here you stand, presumably leaving no dead, presenting me with a mudblood." His tone was apathetic. He turned toward Scabior, and Hermione saw a glimpse of fear in the snatcher's eye.
"My lord I-"
"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled. "Did I say for you to talk?"
Hermione was scared. She knew there was a likelihood that she was going to die and all of her life goals flashed through her eyes. She couldn't believe she was going to die a virgin. Then Harry and Ron flashed through her mind. Her best friends in the whole world. She knew they would be enraged once they heard that she was murdered by Voldemort. They would seek out revenge she just hoped they wouldn't act recklessly.
She watched as Voldemort looked at her, she was still quivering in the doorway. He was staring at her when a movement behind Hermione caught his eye.
"Ah, Severus!" Voldemort said, a rare smile twisting at his lips. "We have been waiting. Come, I have saved you a seat." Voldemort walked back over to his seat at the head of the table, and Hermione saw the billowing robes of Severus Snape walk past her.
A hatred so fierce surged through out her body at seeing the man. He killed Dumbledore. He had betrayed them all.
He looked tired, and skinny as ever. There were deep bags under his eyes as though he spent many of his nights awake. He was pale and his oily hair hung limp around his face. He looked at Hermione, and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. His cool black eyes remained impassive as he at her quickly.
Scabior did not know whether or not to move, and figured it was best, if he wanted to live, to just stay where he was.
"Scabior, please come take a seat." Voldemort beckoned after Severus and himself were seated. "Despite my previous accusations, I am pleased with you. In fact, I feel that this is a much more rewarding feat than the death of two muggles." Hermione noticed that none of the four death eaters told him that they did not kill her parents. For that she was grateful, however she knew they were keeping quite so they were not killed.
"However," Voldemort continued. "This leaves the problem of what to do with her." Hermione closed her eyes and tried to apparate, except nothing happened. She heard cruel laughter ring out she opened her eyes. She looked at Voldemort, sitting in throne.
"Silly girl, you can not apparate out of here." He lifted his wand and before she knew it, she was floating in the air, however she could not move. It was if there were invisible shackles on her wrists and feet. With another flick of his wand, Hermione's body started floating towards him.
"As I was saying, we are presented with the problem of what to do with her."
"My Lord." A voice said, which Hermione identified was Bellatrix Lestrange, "May I suggest that you give her to me to torture? I could show her the only thing mudbloods are useful for."
"My Lord, if I could interject," a deep voice filled the room.
"Be my guest, Severus," the snake-like man turned his attention to the deatheater beside him.
"The girl be held as a hostage."
"A birilliant mind you have, Severus. Yes, the mudblood shall be held and perhaps be intended as a slave. However, that leaves me with the problem of who to give this mudblood to."
"My Lord, may I suggest that I receive it since I was the one who captured her?" Scabior asked.
"How dare you be so selfish." Voldemort hissed and Hermione could see a spark of some curse as it hit Scabior and he fell backwards in his chair and withered in pain.
"I was thinking of someone else. Someone who has been the most faithful servant out of all of you, except perhaps you Bella." Hermione noticed with mild disgust that he had said Bella's name as if it was a delicacy. "Perhaps she would bring some joy into your life Severus. I know that you have a thing for mudbloods."
"Of course my lord, if you wish for me to have her, I will." She heard Snape replied in his low baritone voice.
"Use her as you wish. And please do enjoy her." Voldemort said, his voice sounding excited at the mention of torture.
"My Lord, am I allowed to take her now?" Snape asked.
"No, we have much to discuss, leave her there." Voldemort motioned his wand to the body hanging from the ceiling and dismissed the subject.
"Yes my Lord." Snape replied. Hermione's muscles ached and she dropped in and out of consciousness. She heard of the plans of how to capture and kill Harry the night that they had plan to bring him to the burrow. She cringed as Snape betrayed the Order again by giving Voldemort the correct date and time of Harry's departure. The minutes ticked by, and she was day dreaming about being with Ron and Harry when she felt herself being moved, and then when she opened her eyes she found herself standing in front of Severus Snape.
People were moving around them but Hermione was captured in Severus' intense gaze. She heard people directing remarks at Snape like 'I hope you're willing to share, just floo me!' and 'have fun with that minx.' When Severus stepped closer Hermione was overcome by a mixture of emotions. Her head told her to run away, but her gut told her everything would be okay. Hermione wanted to leave this cold place and was grateful when Severus wrapped an arm around her and she felt the pull of apparation as the room disappeared away from her.