"No! I don't want to go! PLEASE!" hermione tries to struggle from the death eaters grip.
"Thats to bad! The Dark Lord requested to seek out all you filthy mudbloods and bring them
to him so he can kill you himself," a cold dark voice comes from the dark hood. The hands
are cold and clamy and the voice pierces her ears. But if she only she knew the person be-
hind the hood.
They already killed her parents and now she has to die. Oh where is Harry? Oh thats right, he's dead. Volodmort killed him, and since then the world has been HELL!
At least three people a day die, and today is her day. She thought this day would never come, but it has. She never thought she would be crying for her mom either but she is.
She'd been so distant from her latlyand jus last night she told her she hated her and never wanted to see her again. Now, she's dead, not knowing her daughter loves her with all her heart.
Suddenly the crisp fall air hit her face sending chill thrugh her body. The Death-
eater took an even tighter grip on her arm and apparated her to a HUGE mansion. It was white brick all four stories. The poles that held up the balconies were white with silver snakes wrapped aroung them. The doors were a dark green color with silver snake handles adn a knocker. the Deatheater dragged her inside the house. When they walked in, it had a marble sprial staircase and marble flooring. The decor wqas wall to wall with nothing but green, silver, and snakes. And somehow she got a homey feeling.
But then the deatheater started to ddrag her down a hallway to a solid oak door. He opened it to a dark, damp basement. It reeked of rust and mildew. The deatheater pushed her in and shut the door to pure darkness, except for a small window in the far corner of the cold bas-
ment. She walked down the steep steps, onto the craked concrete and huddled into the corner crying herself to sleep.
hind the hood.
They already killed her parents and now she has to die. Oh where is Harry? Oh thats right, he's dead. Volodmort killed him, and since then the world has been HELL!
At least three people a day die, and today is her day. She thought this day would never come, but it has. She never thought she would be crying for her mom either but she is.
She'd been so distant from her latlyand jus last night she told her she hated her and never wanted to see her again. Now, she's dead, not knowing her daughter loves her with all her heart.
Suddenly the crisp fall air hit her face sending chill thrugh her body. The Death-
eater took an even tighter grip on her arm and apparated her to a HUGE mansion. It was white brick all four stories. The poles that held up the balconies were white with silver snakes wrapped aroung them. The doors were a dark green color with silver snake handles adn a knocker. the Deatheater dragged her inside the house. When they walked in, it had a marble sprial staircase and marble flooring. The decor wqas wall to wall with nothing but green, silver, and snakes. And somehow she got a homey feeling.
But then the deatheater started to ddrag her down a hallway to a solid oak door. He opened it to a dark, damp basement. It reeked of rust and mildew. The deatheater pushed her in and shut the door to pure darkness, except for a small window in the far corner of the cold bas-
ment. She walked down the steep steps, onto the craked concrete and huddled into the corner crying herself to sleep.
T.B.C.