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AN: I'm just trying to churn out these plot bunnies at the moment. Somethings may be messy but please bear with me. I just have to get these stories out before I go insane. They are keeping me from my uni work. Read and Review. Oh and if you aren't a Remus/Hermione fan or are tolerant of such pairings then you should just turn around right now. Oh there is the possibility of Ron/Harry comfort…nothing too graphic. No flames ok, I'll just use them to heat my cauldron when making Wolfsbane. Please forgive me for not naming places but I don't know England ok.

Everything's So Wrong and That Is Real

Hermione cracked open her eyelids just slightly and immediately shut them again and groaned in pain. She wasn't dreaming. She was Voldemort's prisoner. How could she have let her guard down? It was one year after her graduation from Hogwarts. The Wizarding World was in the throes of their darkest times. Everyday was a battle now. That's how she ended up here, in a cold, dark, dingy dungeon. She was aching all over and could feel numerous bruises, cuts and burns all over her body. Her robes were ripped, she was covered in mud and dirt and her hair was all over the place. The battle was supposed to be a quick one. It wasn't a full fledged assault but Hermione had now realised that it was a trap however she was confused as to why they had taken her instead of killing her on the spot. She figured it was so Voldemort could lure Harry and the other members of the Order of the Phoenix to his home turf, where Voldemort believed he was more powerful.

Hermione forced herself to open her eyes and slowly sit up. She didn't have to check that her wand was gone, she knew that the Deatheaters were not that stupid. She tried to remember what exactly had happened at the battle.

FLASHBACK

"We have received word that Deatheaters are planning an attack in a small muggle town not far from London," Mr Weasley told the gathering of Phoenix members, "It isn't anticipated to be a full assault so we will send out a skeleton team of volunteers."

Hermione, Harry, Ron, Remus and Tonks had all volunteered and had apparated to a safe spot close to where their informant had told them the attack was going to be launched. What none of them realised was that the small group of Deatheaters they were watching were not the only one's in the area.

'Those curses were just a little too close for comfort,' thought Remus as he dodged and threw his own curses. He turned to help Tonks with a few Deatheaters that seemed to be getting the better of her. She mouthed her appreciation and continued to throw curses.

'There is something not right,' thought Harry, 'these Deatheaters are being too sloppy.'

But before he could expand on his thoughts a scream cut through his thoughts. He turned to see Hermione flung through the air and into a tree trunk, hitting it with a sickening crack. However it didn't end there, Hermione was writhing in pain from the numerous curses that had hit her. Before Harry or anyone else of the Order could react there was a blinding light and the smell of smoke filled the air. When the smoke had cleared, there was no sign of any Deatheater and even more alarmingly no Hermione.

Hermione had no idea how long had passed since that battle. She figured it had been a little while though as she could see moonlight shining through the barred window. It was the day before a full moon. All she knew was that she was trapped within Voldemort's lair, defenceless and with no way of communicating to her friends. Hermione sat in the corner of the dungeon with her feet tucked up against her and her head resting on her knees. She heard footsteps approaching and looked up fearfully but obstinately.

"Alohamora," said a voice Hermione recognised but couldn't quite guess who it was. A tall man walked into the cell and looked down at Hermione distastefully. She recognised him as Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was followed by another man she didn't recognise. He had a solid build, with black hair and silver eyes. He had a dangerous aura around him and Hermione didn't feel safe. The man pulled Hermione to her feet roughly and looked her up and down. Hermione tried to pull away but the man was much stronger. Then he suddenly just dropped her and walked out of the cell. Lucius followed. But before he left he sneered and spat out,

"Tomorrow you get yours Mudblood."

He then slammed the door shut and muttered a locking spell. Hermione was very confused to say the least. She lay down and willed herself to sleep, so that for at least a little while she could escape reality.

Hermione woke with a jolt of pain. She slowly opened her eyes to see Wormtail peering down at her. He had kicked her awake. Hermione noticed that she had been sleeping for a while as it seemed to be late afternoon. She glared at Wormtail who merely sneered and kicked her again. In the back of her mind, Hermione thought this absurd, a wizard inflicting pain without the use of a wand. But she thought that too soon for it was only a few seconds later that she heard the dreadful word, "Crucio,". After that Hermione only remembered pain and mercifully blacked out after a few minutes.

When Hermione awoke she noticed that it was night and someone was coming down the hallway. She pulled herself to her feet the best she could, she wouldn't allow these scum to see her as weak no matter how much it hurt her. The door opened to the most terrifying sight she could think of.

I was gonna leave it here…I have the next part in my head but then I remembered how much I hate cliffhangers and I just couldn't do it to you people who actually are reading this and giving it a go.

A massive black warewolf was standing in the doorway. Hermione had barely a second to draw a breath before it charged her. She screamed as she felt the sharp teeth rip into her thigh. Hermione's mind raced, she was helpless and could only hope that she would pass out soon and wouldn't stay awake. In that moment she said goodbye to those she cared for and closed her eyes ready to die. Then the warewolf pulled away and stalked out the door, which clanged shut behind him. Hermione crumpled to the floor, she refused to shed any tears. She hoped that if anyone was out to rescue her that they wouldn't come across her on a full moon. Even though that was a month away, Hermione knew that it wouldn't be likely that she could be rescued before then. A rescue mission was a big operation and unfortunately everyone in the Order of the Phoenix knew that it would take time to organise such an operation. Everyone was told that when they joined, if you couldn't accept that then you wouldn't be able to join. It wasn't worth jeopardising the whole Order on an unorganised mission no matter what. Hermione just hoped that Ron and Harry wouldn't be stupid enough to try even though they knew the rules.

The next month went by in a blur of pain for Hermione. It was a ritual basically. She'd be woken up, fed a measly meal and tortured until she passed out. The ritual changed the day of the full moon. Hermione felt exhausted and somehow she knew that this was how Remus must feel before the full moon. The door to her cell opened and two people were thrown in. Hermione looked up wearily and then realised that the two people were her parents. Mr and Mrs Granger looked around, holding each other frightful of what was going to happen to them.

"Mum, Dad," croaked Hermione.

The Grangers ran over to their only daughter and hugged her. Hermione hugged them back, ignoring the pain shooting through her body. Then something clicked in Hermione's mind and she pulled back.

"They wouldn't," she whispered.

Finding a reserve of strength Hermione flew to the door and banged on it screaming, "YOU BASTARDS! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY FAMILY! YOU WILL ALL PAY DEARLY FOR THIS!"

Lucius came to the door and using magic forced Hermione away from the door. She stood in front of her parents defiantly protecting them even without magic.

"Crucio," Lucius said simply and watched disinterested as Hermione thrashed about in pain. Just before she passed out he lifted the spell and stalked out of the cell, locking the door behind him. Hermione let a single tear run down her face and looked at the terrified faces of her parents.

"I'm so sorry Mum and Dad," she whispered.

"What for dear?" her mother asked gently.

"For what is about to happen."

Hermione noticed that the light outside was fading.

"I love you both so much."

Hermione frantically looked for a way to restrain herself so she wouldn't hurt her parents when she transformed. She found nothing, Voldemort had planned it so. The first rays of the moon streamed through the bars on the window and Hermione felt a new bolt of pain streak through her body and screamed out in pain. Her nails lengthened and hardened and she felt she had to rip off her outer skin. Hermione was barely conscious of the fact that her parents were edging away from her scared and confused. Her last conscious thought was, 'I wish I had told them. I'm sorry.'

AN: What did you guys think? Want me to continue? Then review please! I need the warm fuzzies. Thanks for reading!