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It had been years since she had seen the light. Years since she had smelled the fresh air.

But she was used to the chains and shackles that she had to wear.

Hermione walked down the dark damp hallway.

She looked at the sad faces of the young witches as she passed them. Their eyes were empty. Empty of hope and trust.

The two men threw her into one of the hundreds of prisons that were in the hall.

Three girls stared back at her from the shadows.

"Hello", Hermione said lowly.

They nodded their head in recognition. Probably trying to save energy from a day of labor.

Hermione sat down on the wet floor and stared at the wall.

Yes, she was back to the hell hole where her life went down hill.

About six years ago Hermione was apprenticed by Dumbledore. He gratefully took her under his wing and started teaching her all he knew. Hermione knew she would never be as wise as he but she wanted to come close. She had her whole life planned out. After her apprenticeship she would work at Hogwarts and be a Transfiguration teacher. Then find her prince charming and start her family and have her happy ending.

But that was all interrupted in her 2nd year of apprenticeship to Dumbledore. She had been sleeping in her bed at Hogwarts when there was suddenly a huge explosion and she went to look out her door and the place was crawling with Death Eaters. She made a dash to her desk and grabbed her wand and ran out to battle the Death Eaters. She killed a few and stunned many and made her way to the Great Hall where she found Dumbledore along with several teachers battling. Good had been winning until He came.

Voldemort came striding in and used some black magic to make Hermione and other staff members freeze suddenly. He dismissed all the death eaters and all their was left was Him and Dumbledore. Hermione tried mind, body, and soul to move but she just couldn't. She just watched on as the two stared at each other. Kind of like those old western movies. Your just waiting for one of them to make a move. They each had their wand at their side.

Almost suddenly both their wand shot up in a blink of an eye. Dumbledore tried to stun him but Voldemort dogged it.

Voldemort shot the Cruciatus curse at him and Dumbledore blocked it.

It went on like this someone throwing an unforgivable curse or a stunning curse. Hermione the whole time stared at Dumbledore eyes. They were filled with hate and determination. Hermione blinked and it all suddenly went away. Dumbledore stood their for a moment with a blank stare and suddenly dropped.

After that Hermione heard a loud scream throughout the hall. She looked around for a second to see who it was but came to realize it was her.

She was released and she fell to the floor. She put a finger to her cheek and noticed the flood of tears on her face.

Hermione looked around for her wand and couldn't find it. She looked next to her and saw one of her favorite teachers Professor McGonagall being dragged away unconscious. Snape was still battling but was finally defeated and killed. Hermione wasn't sure what happened after that. She must have been knocked out by a spell. When she woke up she was in a cell. Two women were asleep next to her.

Hermione tried to talk to a girl across from her in a cell the girl just told her to shut up and turned away. Hermione stared at the wall trying to register what just happened.

Trying to register how her Hero had died.

Hermione began to cry again.

She tried to suck it up. She was always a strong women. But right now she just couldn't do it.

She had no idea where she was.

Finally one of the witches woke up and looked at Hermione. She read on Hermione's face confusion and fear.

"Your in a slave pound.", said the women who had to be at least 30.

Hermione looked at her in shock.

The older witch came over and embraced her and Hermione couldn't help the new tears coming down her face.

"Shh Don't worry you'll be alright honey.", the older witch tried to sooth her.

Hermione knew she wouldn't. Hermione had heard news about these when Voldemort came back in power. He was slowly taking witches as slaves. There they would be sold off or kept their for labor on near by farms. Who knew what torture she might go through.

Hermione cried herself to sleep that night. She was awoken by the same women in the morning.

"Honey you must get up", she said and got up.

Hermione stood up and felt all the bones in her body ache. A tall Death Eater pushed a button to let all the women in her cell out. Hermione not sure what to do followed the crowd but was stopped by the Death Eater. He then stopped another women that was sharing Hermione's cell.

"You are to show her your routine and show her around.", He directed to the other witch.

"You learn from her and eventually do everything on your own.", he said to me.

"Okay", Hermione said to him.

Suddenly his hand came out of no where and he slapped her in the face. And he walked away.

Hermione's hand shot to her face. She looked confused and choked back the tears.

The other girl just looked at her.

"You get used to it.", she said and went into the cell to get clothes that were folded and handed them to Hermione.

"Don't talk to them unless they ask you.", she said, "Put those on. If you're seen without them on you'll get an unforgivable curse."

Hermione looked at her so she would turn around.

The girl gave her an annoyed look and turned around.

"You should get used to stuff like this. We have to shower together.", she said.

Hermione looked at herself. She was wearing a thin grey dress that was a little below her knees. She noticed now that the girl was wearing one exactly like hers along with every other witch.

The girl turned around to see if she was done and started walking and Hermione followed.

"That number on your dress will be your knew identity as long as you're here. Get to know it. If you're ever needed by a Death Eater you will be called by your number all the time.", she said turning a hall.

"Now just a heads up never look them in the eye, never step out of line, and call them Lord. If you follow those basic rules you won't get beaten to much. Any questions?", she said and kept walking down a hall.

"Yes. Um, where are we going and what's your name?", Hermione asked.

This girl was just being horrible you would have thought she would have some compassion.

"I'm showing you your daily chores and my name is Cassidy.", she said.

Cassidy showed Hermione her daily hell chores.

She had to work in the kitchen and prepare meals for the Death Eaters. Then work on a farm and do things from plow dirt to milking a cow all day. Finally go to another building and package the food and whatnot that came from the farm. Hermione was done by 11. This was her life for the next year. She never really made contact with too many people because if she was caught she would be put under the Crucio curse for what seemed like forever. The only person she ever relied on was that kind women she met the first day who's name was Mary.

Whenever Hermione needed to talk she went to her sweet Mary. They talked in their cell for hours about how to escape and what they would if they did. Mary had 4 children who she was ripped apart from and had been put in the slave pound for at least 4 years. Mary was their for Hermione and Hermione their for Mary. When Hermione came back bruised and cut up Mary would tend to her as Hermione would do if Mary was hurt.

One day came when Hermione was in the kitchen and the loudspeaker came on and number 205 was called to her cell. This had turned out to be Hermione's number. She walked to her cell and a men and Death Eater were standing their.

"You have been sold off.", Said the Death Eater and walked away. She was left with a tall and masculine man with brown hair.

"I'm your new Lord. Gather your possessions.", he said looking at her.

Hermione didn't have anything to call her own and she looked down. He got the point and walked and she followed. As she walked behind him she saw Mary and a tear came down her face and she mouthed "Goodbye". Mary looked back at her sadly.

Hermione felt horrible leaving her only friend she made in that place.

But Hermione wondered what her knew place would be like. Her knew Lord seemed well not horrible.

She was wrong though.

Hermione got to know his place she did kitchen work and house work. She slept in a cot in the basement with 60 other slaves. Hermione thought it was actually better working here than the slave pound. Until one day Hermione was asked to start doing personal jobs for her Lord.

Hermione brought him his dinner once in his chambers. He was sitting their doing some kind of work and Hermione turned to leave until he said "Wait".

She stopped and turned and asked him if he needed anything else. He got up and walked towards her. She could tell form the redness of his eyes he had been drinking. He inched closer to her and she could strongly smell alcohol on his breath.

"I've never seen you before?", he said putting his hand to her cheek.

"I've been here for a month.", Hermione said shyly.

He slapped her across the face making her fall to the ground.

"Don't give me that tone as if I'm stupid!", he yelled at her.

He kicked her hard in the stomach.

"Get up!", He said stepping up "You're pathetic! You're nothing more than scum! I'm your superior I expect to be treated like it!"

Hermione stood up and looked at the floor.

She just wanted to leave.

He stepped closer to her. He put his hand under her chin and looked into her eyes.

"How can you live with yourself. Knowing your worthless and a mudblood?", he said, "Speak!"

What was she to say? Sorry? Because she wasn't!

"I had a life before this. A wonderful one. I never needed to kill the innocent to feel powerful. The question is how can you live with yourself? Taking people away from happiness and love and imprisoning them like animals!", Hermione said fiercely.

"Done", he asked.

Hermione stared at him for a moment and replied 'yes'.

He looked at her and punched her in the face. Hermione fell to the floor and tried to crawl away. He put his foot on her back and pushed her to the floor. He turned her around and sat on her.

"If you're gonna act like a whore I'll treat you like one.", he said.

That night he took away a part of Hermione. She had been ripped apart for his pleasure. She had to go through this repeatedly for 5 years. A day of justice came when he was killed by someone in the Order. All the slaves he owned were sent back to the slave pound and that's where Hermione found herself now.

She got dressed into her grey dress with a different number now. 2568. She supposed that was how many were at the pound now.

Immediately when Hermione got their she looked for Mary. Still no sight. Life went on and Hermione did her chores. Got her beatings.

Everyday a depressing memory.

First chapter done. So tell me was it Good or Bad? If I don't get to many reviews I don't think I'll continue. But this chapter was just a little history of Hermione's past. Now just leave me a little review. Please! It means a lot.