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Dumbledore was dead, Hermione could not believe it but it was true, the funeral was over, it had been for over a week. Who was going to lead the Order against Voldemort now? How could they win without him, how would she go on with out him, he had been her confidante, her adopted grandfather. What was worse was that, after Dumbledore's death, the deatheaters had attacked the families of Order members, most were ok, but Hermione's parents, not being magical, could not defend themselves, and were tortured til they died.
Now, Hermione just sat alone in her parents house, she didn't sleep, didn't eat just saw staring off in to space. Even her friend, who were grieving for Dumbledore were worried about her, but they didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, there was a pop, and a figure in a mask and black robes appeared. The figure started laughing when it saw her, "Like taking candy from a baby", it said and grabbed her, apprating her to a dirty cell in a dungeon. It threw her in to one of the corners locked shackles around her wrists and left.