Two men, one taller than the other, walked side by side down a stone corridor. Azkaban was cold. Really cold. Everywhere they looked, people were pulling their hair, curled into a ball or screaming out their victims names. A soft sigh came from the shorter man.
"It's horrible in here. I'm surprised she's lasted this long…" he said, looking down at his feet.
"I know what you mean. She must feel terrible too. Hopefully she'll be better when she leaves this place." The taller man said, nodding in agreement.
"I don't think she'll be the same. She hasn't seen the light of day for almost twelve years. You don't change when you've been in here. Sirius told me to be understanding about this whole thing but…I can't see past any of it."
"I feel like an idiot. We should have believed her the first time she said it. She'd never hurt a fly…except if she was in defense mode."
"But mate, she's Dangerous. She lost control before she was sentenced. You seen the look in her eyes that night…she was mortified that her friends would believe such a thing."
Silence carried them to the end of the corridor, where they were stopped. They looked into the opposite cell. A woman, with long, mangy brown locks sat in the corner, staring at the wall. Her eye sockets were sucked in, her cheekbones high and was as thin as a whippet dog.
"Mione?" Harry Potter whispered.
She didn't move.
"Hermione it's us. We've come to take you home." Ron Weasley said, trying to sound soft and comforting.
"I am home." Came the scratchy and hollow voice of Hermione Granger.
Harry looked up at Ron. Ron frowned and bent down.
"This isn't your home Hermione. You're free." Said Ron.
"I'm free?" she asked, her voice still unfamiliar to it's sound.
"Yes. You can come back with us. Start over." Harry said, feeling this small.
"Start over?" she asked in an almost mocking voice. "You have some nerve coming here." She hissed.
"Look, we realize now that we were wrong but-" Ron began.
"Now you realize? Now? Twelve years, three months, two weeks and six days later you realize?" she interrupted acidly.
"Well…" Harry's voice trailed off.
"Well what? You thought you could just come in here and take me out, thinking that everything will be all better again? That's one thing I always hated about you two…always thought that I'd forgive just because we were friends. This time, things have changed. We're not friends. I don't even know you…I'm staying here." Her maniacal laughter rang out through the prison.
A thin strip of moonlight came upon her eyes. They directed to their faces, "Thanks for dropping by…" she said, glaring at them.
They stood up and walked back the way they came, "Time for plan B." Harry said.
"What's plan B?" Ron asked.
"Malfoy." He replied simply.
Hermione turned her attention back to the wall when they were completely out of sight. A single tear, trickled down her cheek. She tried to remember her last days, when they were all together…before she was convicted a murderer.
A/N So I know it was a short chapter, but it will be a nice long and detailed story. I hope you all enjoy it! R&R please!