Disclaimer: All rights belong to JK Rowling, I have never, and unfortunately will never own Harry Potter.

I opened my eyes and I was in a chair, obviously i did the first thing i could think of, i tried to get up. Without realizing that I was surrounded by quite a few death eaters. Ah this would be fun.

"Well, well, well. Look at little Miss mudblood, all alone. Scared are you? You're love will die you do know that? You do realize that right? But he may not have to die if you give us what we want. Just tell us, one tiny, little thing. Where's Potter?" Draco Malfoy drawled out.

"I have a love? Who is it? I always wanted one!" I was completely bewildered but I wasn't one that took kidnap lightly. They would sooo regret this.

They stared at me probably not expecting that reaction.

"You mean to say that you and that redheaded brat aren't in a relationship?" Malfoy Sr was obviously a little put out by this.

"Nope, we shagged a couple times but that's about it." Not even that. The closest we ever got was his hand down my shirt when i got so freaked out that I may have hexed him.

They sort of were kinda stunned but quickly composed themselves. "Well they are your best friends anyway, you must care much for them right?" Awww it was cute, a bunch of big and scary death eaters were panicking all around me.

"Sorry to burst your bubble pal but I haven't talked to them in years. I normally spend most of my time to Hannah Abbot. We're not really close but oh well, after the war I was tired of being close with people, they drag you down. Look at Harry and Ron I was nearly killed by their stupidity almost every day in Hogwarts. I have nothing against them but we all changed. And you're little group is now a bunch of overgrown men all fighting for the attention of some creepy snake guy without a nose. What's with that anyway? Like if you reach pure evil do you just lose your nose? If so whats Sevvy doing wrong? He might wanna take a few pointers... Do any of you got any orange juice and maybe a doughnut? I could kill for a doughnut."

I looked around tiredly looking to see where I may be directed to the nearest kitchen. I really was thirsty hmm. Oh! Severus was looking at me in curiosity, not angry at my earlier comment, I suddenly realized what he was doing. He was trying to read my mind to check if I was lying. I had read a book on occlumency and had studied it before the war for years. So instead I just made a wall on the things that mattered to me and let him have some look on my thoughts. While I made them as dirty as possible.

You really are sexy you know? I can just imagine what it would be like just touching you, my hands gliding up, taking off your robes, unbuttoning your shirt, slipping my hands into your's.

He then cleared his throat and looked very uncomfortable. She laughed to herself as the rest of the rooms occupants looked at her insanely.

"Well. Orange juice? I'm thirsty. Wormtail go get me some orange juice." I demanded.

He actually got up and preceded to do so when Severus gave him a look and while his face was turned I'm sure it was frightening.

Severus stood up and and sat in front of me along with Malfoy one and two, and Zackery Selwyn.

"Dont you get it, you insufferable know it all? You make one move and we can kill you. It'll be over. Just like that." He was scary I guess. But I wasn't one to back down.

"Death doesn't scare me Sev, I have experienced so much that he's an old friend. I did read the book Dumbledore left for me. You do remember him don't you, I mean do you remember the look in his eyes as he fell? When he begged? Do you remember? Turns out you were a double spy. For the other side, Coward." I snarled.

"I am not a coward." I could have sworn i saw a look of hurt but that one sentence sent chills through my body. It was very. . . Certain. Not like he was proud of it but that he just simply was not. It scared me.

"Well, Granger, are you meaning to say you don't care much for the safety of their lives?" Said Yaxley from the back trying to steer the conversation from that awkward turn.

I composed myself and replaced the smirk that was on my face.

"I care about them like I care about anyone's life, but enough to give up my own? Not so much. Plus I couldn't tell you anything even if I wanted to. Not that I do of course." It was true I didn't know anything about where they were what they were doing. I only knew from bits and pieces in The Daily Prophet, though most of these were written by Rita Skeeter, so I wouldn't put much stock in them.

"He's going to kill us." Stated a terrified Yaxley.

"She can be of use, I could take her off your hands gentlemen. Yes she could definitely be of use." Leered Lucius as he inched towards my face in a menacing way.

"No. I will have her, I'm sure the Dark Lord will agree with me when I tell him of your failure with the Ministry." Said Yaxley.

"Boys, boys, it's nice that you're fighting over me but I swear to god if anyone puts a dick in front of my face I'll bite it. Now. Orange juice?" Hermione said sweetly.

"Listen Sweetheart," growled Fenrir, "You do what we say when we say, or that pretty little face might have a few scratches." He brushed my face with the back of his hand and

Hermione nodded but in truth she wasn't terrified. She was scared of course but her sense of terror had been fucked up since she had to leave her parents. She couldn't go back to them even if she wanted to, now terror was waking up in the middle of the night crying, screaming, this was when Sirius would hug her while she cried on his shoulder. Her dreams were clouded with images of burning, burning skies, red as far as the eye can see. Then there was a mark upon the sky, the dark mark. Then people were dying and begging, screaming, people asking to be killed, and there was a wave of men in masks, laughing at them. I was scared of failing them, my death and my pain was the opposite. It meant that I was saving them, if it hadn't of been me then it would've been them. I couldn't fail them.

"Good," He crooned. "Keep that attitude and maybe I'll be nice when you're mine."

I almost gagged. That's disgusting. Imagine him slobbering on me at night. Not sexy. Ughhh.

Snape suddenly smirked a little as if someone had said something funny. I waited for anyone else to notice and apparently I was the only one.

"Something funny Snape?" I pushed into his mind

"Miss Granger, I am not the only one trained in Occlumency here although I am the most adept. If you insist on not taking this seriously then I would put a shield up, otherwise the Cruciatus may be used and it wouldn't be the most pleasant" he said

"I'll let you in on a secret, I. Don't. Care."

He shrugged, again evidently I was the only one who noticed.

"Where's your esteemed leader anyway? Going out trying to kill Harry for like the 10th time? He should try something else, maybe he should try cooking? I heard it can be really soothing, and that guy is a whole load of grump I mean really." I rolled my eyes, "The genocide obviously didn't work and there's not really a point anymore." I looked around, this room was superbly dark. Like there were some candles being held in the jaws of skulls on the walls.

"You might wanna cast Lumos, I mean really. It's like a bunch of goths are trying to resurrect a dead man or something. Oh wait you did that already. You little hipster emo's these days with your world annihilation and what not."

Suddenly a death eater burst through the room and walked up to the death eater, they huddled around, and talked in hoarse whispers, unable to hear anything I waited, this bunch seemed like the kind of people that would tell the plan to anybody. Typical Slytherins, patience wasn't known to be in their vocabulary all too often.

"He wasn't dead," Seethed Malfoy Sr, "But you might be in a few hours, he's coming you know. Be scared little girl, he's worse than anyone of us. You will be in awe of his talents and if he does let you live and he gives you to me then you will suffer for those words."

"The Dark Lord! Oh no! Not me, I'm too young to die, please take pity on a poor girl like me Mr Malfoy etc. etc. etc..." I said in a high pitched falsetto voice.

"Don't you see? I'm not scared. The war made me face every possible fear you could think of. I'm not that wide-eyed girl who thought she knew all the answers. I'm a snarky, little sarcastic bitch, who doesn't give two fucks about what you think. I'm my own person and I'm not following anyone into trouble anymore. I changed." I told to the group in front of me.

"You say that, but everyone has a fear. They're buried deep within us and when you think you've guarded up every possible fear you could have we find one, the surprise actually makes it more enjoyable, we exploit what they didn't even know could harm them." Fenrir Greyback announced as his glowed amber.

"You may not think it but we will find yours. And it'll be so sweet to finally see you crumble." Continued Greyback.

I felt a poke into my mind and turned at Snape,

"If you value your sanity you will not go looking in there, it will make you jump at shadows and hear whispers in the wind." I warned him.

"You seem to think that I don't know exactly what you went through. I watched you grow up Granger, I know about everything you could have possibly went through already, trolls in dungeons, giant snakes, swarms of dementors, the pain you heard in prophecy's not meant for your ears, and how you watched as one of the greatest wizards of our time fell and with so your childlike innocence. I should know. I caused it remember."

His head jerked towards the side as he refused to look at me, feeling remorse now was he? He was too late. He was dead and buried and there was nothing anyone could do.

"There are worse things in life, and when you face something that causes true fear you wouldn't speak of it to your own mother. I know I didn't."

He looked at me with peaked curiosity, then turned as the very little light was extinguished and a man in dark robes entered while a green glow circled around him like a candle, it highlighted certain pieces of his face, his narrow eyes, or his extremely thin lips, and the nose that curved in instead of out.

It was Voldemort.

Authors Note:
Hiya! If you got this far then yay I guess, :3 this will become mature later on though, so while I would love you guys to keep reading if you aren't comfortable with intimate situations then you should probably stop reading, don't let me stop you though :P

Please, feel free to review, :D ~ Rachel Xx