AN: I just had this idea but please tell me if you don't like it or if I need to improve on something. I haven't written anything like this before.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
There was a girl running. She was running away as fast as her legs could carry her from the burning ruble of the houses. Her lungs begging for air and her legs screaming in protest. She could hear the screams of the innocent as she ran. The hungry flames were everywhere closing in on her. She looked around trying to find a way where the fire wasn't burning.
But she could feel the men closing in on her to have her fate become like the rest of her village. Men in dark black cloaks. They were attacking and killing and now chasing her.
She tried to run away in vain but she kept tripping over her long dress. She ran into the forest away from the field. She looked around for a place to find. She saw a big tree and ran with all of might towards it.
She screamed as she tripped over a root and her dress got caught on the root. She desperately tried to free dress her as the men closed in. They walked in powerful strides towards the girl.
She finally got her dress off the root and managed to stand up again and tried to run. But she had sprained her ankle and was limping as fast as she could. She hissed in pain as she stepped the wrong way.
She then made a right and started to limp but the men were getting closer. As she went farther she saw a thick wall of trees and bushes. There was no way she could enter there with her ankle.
She desperately looked around for another way out. The men now mere feet away from her. One grabbed her arm. But she wasn't going to let that happen and she bit him. Then the man got really angry, his eyes full of rage. He raised his hand.
Then everything went black...
Hermione Granger woke up with a start as the events played in her mind. She shakily stood up only to fall to the ground as her ankle was screaming with pain. She was thinking that it was all just a dream she tried to stand up again but fell. She then limped over to where her window would be at her house, thinking that she merely slept the wrong way on her foot and this was all a dream. But to her horror there was no window there.
Her eyes then began to focus more and she clutched the wall as she saw that she was in a small dark room with a small cot in the corner and there was a small water pitcher and a chamber pot under the bed. The walls were made out of stone and there was a dirt floor. She quickly looked down at her clothes and sighed in relief when she was still wearing her own dress.
She saw a door and quickly limped over to it and tried to open it but it was locked. Since there was no way to escape the room she made her way over to the cot and laid back down and went to sleep.
Hermione then woke up again when she heard heavy foot steps approaching her door. Then she heard the door unlock and a man walked in.
"Well, if it isn't the little wench," the man spat, "Stand up and I might spare your life." He then pointed a sword at her throat.
Hermione shakily stood up, being careful to not put too much weight on her ankle and looked down at the ground.
"Well at least she can obey simple instructions," the man said gruffly, "Do you know why you are here?"
"No." She said fearfully.
"Of course you don't know, you daff peasant," the man scoffed, "Do you even know where here is."
"No," she whispered.
"Well luckily for you, I know where you are. Unfortunately, I have to tell you." The man said and then took a deep breath like this was the last thing he wanted to do in the world, "You are in the almighty King's dungeon. King Lucius Malfoy of all of England. Consider yourself lucky, you filthy peasant."
"Oh," she said.
"Why you ungrateful, filth!" The man screamed and slapped her and she fell to the ground trying to block out the pain of the ankle, "You will put these on and begin your duties tomorrow. And...no dinner for you tonight." He sneered and threw clothes in Hermione's face and walked out of the room slamming the door. Hermione caught the clothes and flinched as the door closed and stood up with the help of her cot to get dressed.
He had given her a simple maid's outfit. She found that getting dressed was quiet hard with a sprained ankle and tripped several times. After she put on the plain brown dress with the white apron she laid back down to get some more rest and ignore her grumbling stomach.
AN: Please review. Thanks!