N/A: This is my newest story. Invented half in bed, half during chemistry class. It's one of the first stories, in which I already know the whole plot and the end, so the writing could be more fluent than it is at the other stories, where I mainly don't know, what's gonna happen the next chapter. Reviews and ideas much appreciated, though. I can still change my mind :)
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except my laptop and my head, which invented this plot and my fingers, which wrote this. Other things owned by the Queen Joanne Rowling.
'It looks like Miss Granger has woken up.' Laughter followed. Hermione blinked several times, trapped in-between mere dizziness. The last thing she remembered was seeing Harry, Ron and the others apparating with Dobby to a place of safety. She also remembered running towards them. Her target, however, has never been reached. At the instant she moved forwards, she fainted. Due to the pounding on the back of her head, she's probably been hit. Someone supported her from behind, because she didn't have to develop any form of concentration on standing upright. There were somebody's arms over her stomach, slowly rising and falling again in a rhythm of Hermione's breath. They were covered in leather sleeves and held her firmly, but very gently. It struck her, who might that be. Scabior. Hermione thrashed herself about, but all that happened was an another sound of a distinct, but loud laughter. 'I'm sorry,' a voice whispered right into her ear, 'I couldn't help. Please, try not to lose your senses. You know how they are.' The voice confessed that it really was him. But where was she? What did all that mean? And who were the laughing people?
She focused her sight. It was already dark and considering the chilly sensation all over her body, they were outside and it was cold. The only heat she could receive was the warmth of Scabior's body, because her woolen coat remained unbuttoned. She recognised several dark figures, not many feet away from her. 'Get her,' said a cold voice that sent shivers down Hermione's spine. One of the persons walked towards her and seized her by the shoulders. She had to walk unceremoniously in front of him. Finally, he shoved her forwards and she fell on her knees on the hard dirt surface.
'I have a very important task for you,' Hermione looked down at the ground disrespectfully. Voldemort raised his wand: 'It's very unpolite to not look at the person we speak to.' Hermione suddenly felt something strong and unmercifull grabbing her chin, forcing its way up to face the pale figure in a black cloak above her. He smiled victoriously at Hermione's frightened expression, which formed on her face. 'You,' he exclaimed with his wand pointed at her, 'will kill Severus Snape.' Deadly silence fell upon the open area. Even the Death Eaters looked desperately at each other, while Hermione looked shocked. Voldemort smiled to his own delight. 'What...if I won't?' a silent whisper asked. 'You will be punished. And let's just say, that we will not make it easier for you just by killing you. That would mean no fun.' He circled her trembling frame on the ground and then stopped in front of her. 'Did I make that clear? You aren't allowed to speak about it, not only to mention anything. Because,' he waved his wand right at her face, 'we will know,' he said before she could even flinch. 'B-but how-' 'That's your problem, mudblood,' he said coldly and returned back to his sick imitaion of a throne. Then, he waved his wand once more and Hermione disappeared on the spot.
Reviews and ideas much appreciated, though. I can still change my mind :)
P.S. This was just a short prologue. I'd really like to know your opinion. Like REALLY. Because I want to continue this one :)