Fifth year should have been enjoyable. But the second the
students stumbled through the doors they were roughly separated by house.
They knew something wasn't right. The hooded wizards should not have been
there and the students of three particular houses not locked in the
dungeons. But Life didn't always turn the right direction.
"Harry, you have to find a way out, if this is Voldemort's doing, which we all know it is, then you have to get as far away as possible," Hermione said trembling.
It had barely been a few hours, yet their lives had been changed forever. All fifth year Gryffindors sat in the dingiest of cells in the dungeons. It seemed strange that Voldemort had yet to summon Harry. Actually, it seemed Harry was being completely ignored, thankfully. There had not been much conversation after the first hour or so until suddenly the door jolted open and they all scurried to the back wall, as far away from the door as possible. Standing in the doorway were five tall and burly figures cloaked in black.
"Harry stay behind us," Ron whispered stepping in front of him. Hermione moved over to cover Harry from view also.
But the men did not seem to be looking for Harry. They spread out throughout the room and began to strip the students of their wands. Cries were heard as precious wands were broken in half. When one of the men came to take Hermione's wand, he sneered at her. He looked sharply down at her prefect badge.
"Hermione Granger," he smirked. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.
With a quick sweep of his hand he had grabbed Hermione's wand and badge and thrown them in the enlarging pile. She bit back tears as she looked at her beloved wand and pin thrown away like meaningless trash.
"All of you scum, line up against the wall," the man's voice echoed in the small room.
They all scattered quickly pressing up against the wall. The men stood in front of them, surveying them uncomfortably. Finally one of the men pulled a scroll from his pocket and walked to the beginning of the row. Poor Neville happened to be the first person. He trembling as the man asked him his name. Mumbling it out the man checked something off his scroll.
"Kitchens," the man said aloud pushing Neville toward another of the men.
The man continued down the line. Some were sent to "Office" but most were sent to the kitchens. Then he reached Hermione.
"Name?" he asked.
"Hermione Granger," she said lip trembling.
"Well, well, and let me guess, this is Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter," he sneered.
Harry and Ron nodded.
"Tsk, tsk, a Mudblood, a sorry excuse for a Pureblood, and a well known good-doer," the man said with malice.
"Don't call her that!" Ron said harshly.
He was rewarded with a slap across the face. The man grabbed Hermione roughly by the shoulder.
"You'll be working in the Slytherin common room," he said, pushing her to the large man that had taken her wand and badge.
Hermione began to cry as Harry and Ron were assigned to the kitchens. By the time they were done only Seamus had joined Hermione. The man led Hermione and Seamus out first and pulled them roughly down the hall. When he reached the portrait of a cobra wrapped around a emerald encrusted sword he muttered a password and the picture swung open. The Slytherin common room seemed to have the leftovers of a joyous party.
"Once you finish cleaning up, you will go and clean out that closet as a place to sleep," he ordered. "You will begin work tomorrow morning at dawn."
Even after he left, all Hermione and Seamus could do was stand there. Seamus was the first to speak.
"How did this happen?" he asked.
"I.I don't know," Hermione answered. "But I am terrified."
There were so many questions that needed answers but they knew they wouldn't be getting them tonight. So they silently began to clean. Tears were dripping from Hermione's eyes. Seamus was nice, but Harry and Ron were her life. How would she be able to survive without them? And the teachers, where were they? And all the other students. This shouldn't have happened. She finally collapsed onto the couch in a mess of tears. Seamus sighed and walked over to her. Kneeling in front of her he put his hands on her shaking shoulders.
"Come on Hermione," he said gently. "Everything is going to be okay. We're Gryffindors remember. We can get through this."
Hermione sniffled and hugged him.
"Thank you Seamus," she whispered.
"Why don't you rest," he said, "and I'll go fix the closet."
"Oh but," she began to disagree but Seamus cut in.
"No, I insist," he said.
She nodded and lay down. Awhile later she felt Seamus pick her and lay her down in the closet. This would be a long, tough experience. for everyone.
A/N: I hope you all like it. Please review, so I know if I should continue.
Preview of Chapter II :
"Let me go Malfoy," Hermione shouted.
"Oh, Mudblood you see, I have the right to do anything with you I want," Malfoy grinned evilly.
Hermione's eyes grew wide as Draco pulled her through the common room toward the stairs.
"Hey Malfoy!" someone shouted.
When Malfoy turned around the last thing he saw was Seamus's fist.
"Harry, you have to find a way out, if this is Voldemort's doing, which we all know it is, then you have to get as far away as possible," Hermione said trembling.
It had barely been a few hours, yet their lives had been changed forever. All fifth year Gryffindors sat in the dingiest of cells in the dungeons. It seemed strange that Voldemort had yet to summon Harry. Actually, it seemed Harry was being completely ignored, thankfully. There had not been much conversation after the first hour or so until suddenly the door jolted open and they all scurried to the back wall, as far away from the door as possible. Standing in the doorway were five tall and burly figures cloaked in black.
"Harry stay behind us," Ron whispered stepping in front of him. Hermione moved over to cover Harry from view also.
But the men did not seem to be looking for Harry. They spread out throughout the room and began to strip the students of their wands. Cries were heard as precious wands were broken in half. When one of the men came to take Hermione's wand, he sneered at her. He looked sharply down at her prefect badge.
"Hermione Granger," he smirked. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.
With a quick sweep of his hand he had grabbed Hermione's wand and badge and thrown them in the enlarging pile. She bit back tears as she looked at her beloved wand and pin thrown away like meaningless trash.
"All of you scum, line up against the wall," the man's voice echoed in the small room.
They all scattered quickly pressing up against the wall. The men stood in front of them, surveying them uncomfortably. Finally one of the men pulled a scroll from his pocket and walked to the beginning of the row. Poor Neville happened to be the first person. He trembling as the man asked him his name. Mumbling it out the man checked something off his scroll.
"Kitchens," the man said aloud pushing Neville toward another of the men.
The man continued down the line. Some were sent to "Office" but most were sent to the kitchens. Then he reached Hermione.
"Name?" he asked.
"Hermione Granger," she said lip trembling.
"Well, well, and let me guess, this is Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter," he sneered.
Harry and Ron nodded.
"Tsk, tsk, a Mudblood, a sorry excuse for a Pureblood, and a well known good-doer," the man said with malice.
"Don't call her that!" Ron said harshly.
He was rewarded with a slap across the face. The man grabbed Hermione roughly by the shoulder.
"You'll be working in the Slytherin common room," he said, pushing her to the large man that had taken her wand and badge.
Hermione began to cry as Harry and Ron were assigned to the kitchens. By the time they were done only Seamus had joined Hermione. The man led Hermione and Seamus out first and pulled them roughly down the hall. When he reached the portrait of a cobra wrapped around a emerald encrusted sword he muttered a password and the picture swung open. The Slytherin common room seemed to have the leftovers of a joyous party.
"Once you finish cleaning up, you will go and clean out that closet as a place to sleep," he ordered. "You will begin work tomorrow morning at dawn."
Even after he left, all Hermione and Seamus could do was stand there. Seamus was the first to speak.
"How did this happen?" he asked.
"I.I don't know," Hermione answered. "But I am terrified."
There were so many questions that needed answers but they knew they wouldn't be getting them tonight. So they silently began to clean. Tears were dripping from Hermione's eyes. Seamus was nice, but Harry and Ron were her life. How would she be able to survive without them? And the teachers, where were they? And all the other students. This shouldn't have happened. She finally collapsed onto the couch in a mess of tears. Seamus sighed and walked over to her. Kneeling in front of her he put his hands on her shaking shoulders.
"Come on Hermione," he said gently. "Everything is going to be okay. We're Gryffindors remember. We can get through this."
Hermione sniffled and hugged him.
"Thank you Seamus," she whispered.
"Why don't you rest," he said, "and I'll go fix the closet."
"Oh but," she began to disagree but Seamus cut in.
"No, I insist," he said.
She nodded and lay down. Awhile later she felt Seamus pick her and lay her down in the closet. This would be a long, tough experience. for everyone.
A/N: I hope you all like it. Please review, so I know if I should continue.
Preview of Chapter II :
"Let me go Malfoy," Hermione shouted.
"Oh, Mudblood you see, I have the right to do anything with you I want," Malfoy grinned evilly.
Hermione's eyes grew wide as Draco pulled her through the common room toward the stairs.
"Hey Malfoy!" someone shouted.
When Malfoy turned around the last thing he saw was Seamus's fist.