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Author's Note: At first it will seem that Hermione and Draco are not together in the story, don't panic, they are here, just wait. You will notice that the story is a flashback and this is the present, and the point of view is Aure, you will see Hermione next chapter I promise. Hope you enjoy my story, please review, it would be very much appreciated.

Also the chapters will get longer just the first will be a little shorter.

Chapter One

Vacuus Refero

Aure

The war was over jolting us along with it, the misery that engulfed everyone had a very profound effect on my sisters and me; more so than others. Knowing that it was over and no one had a chance to change it left an empty feeling in the air; a whole in my gut that longed to be filled. Shrieks emerged from outside and ricocheted of the cold gray walls, but one scream in particular echoed in my mind, growing much more piercing as time went on, devastating.

It sent pain throughout my entire body, that remarkably paralyzing scream. One unexpected tear broke away from my closed eye, stretching across my cheek and finally collected in the corner of my chapped lips stinging intensely. It eventually rolled off my lips and down my jaw appearing instantly on my tattered gray shirt. My arms, which were limp from the lack of blood flow, were chained above my head, and throbbed with each passing second.

If I had known, if I had only paid attention to the signs my fate, our fates, would not be as surprising as they were. Light snuck in where the door did not completely meet its frame. The eerie strikes illuminated the depression the swept all around it.

The empty spot on the other side of the room was a horrifying reminder of what had happened. One of my sister's frail sobs leaked out from her corner; her gasps for air had become much more frequent. From the other side of this four-walled room, chains clanged against the wall, as my other sister relentlessly fought to break away. Her screams were not of pain, but of trying and failing; the despairing screams of disappointment intertwined with her screams frustration of her domination.

A spider right above me completed its web; how magnificent this tiny creature is for producing something so much greater then itself with an unquestionable determination. We were all plunged into these new forms, without a choice; a tiny whisper that lived in the back of my mind, from the shadows of my mind, continued to taunt me. No doubt, a result of my continual captive state it this solitary room; god only knows how much time I have wasted here.

How foolish I must be, letting this happen. The pit formed at the bottom of my stomach. The thing that never ceased to bother my life, reminding me that the past was and is as real today as it ever was before. I could usually restrain this undesirable feeling but today, no matter how hard I pushed it away, it would not accept defeat.

Examining the floor, lit only in bands, I realized that it was littered with rat dropping waiting for someone to misstep and be rewarded with an unexpected surprise. The floor was once tiled with different stone blocks cemented together but recently my mind has joined the tiles of this floor so it became one complete stone floor. Unfortunately, the rat dropping were not the worst part of this floor; it also happened to hold the precipitation making me tremble at the extreme cold.

The clanking coming from my sister's area suddenly stopped. I could only presume she grew tired, she had been at it for hours; without making any progress. Pushing herself because she was better and not meant to meet the same fate that was destined for us. I think the pain was the only way she survived now; her wrists were pouring blood. I could see those crimson tears streaking down her bare arms. Her washed out face held not a single shed of emotion that has also coincided in those amazing silver eyes.

The sobs stopped, as suddenly as the clanking of the chains had. Her face was just as pale as my other sister's but it was pale over something completely different, she was scared. Insecurities had always affected her more than most. Her once smooth black hair was matted; seeing that we were looking at her, she hid behind it avoiding eye contact.

An irritating silence surrounded us, daring one of us to break. Either we were not brave enough to kill the silence, or we just couldn't bring up the strength to do it. The gray walls seemed to be separating, growing farther and farther apart, dragging my sisters with them.

I heard deep chuckling coming from the rooms above. This chuckle mocked our very existence, pushing me through all of the emotions that were always held at bay. Damn them.

A soft breeze lightly moved the strand of hair that was dangling in my face. This breeze sent chills that soared down my spin.

"Someone is here." said a soft broken voice whispering through her broken breathing pattern. "Do you think she is here?" she said remorsefully.

"Do you think that she would bother to be with us? After all of the things we put her through, after all that ridicule, all of that pain? Why would she waste her time comforting us? After it happened and we did nothing, nothing to prevent it." A snarling voice harsher then I had ever heard it plowed through the room.

"Stop it, both of you, I would like to believe she is her, but we are all entitled to our own opinion." It sounded like something she would say, all I could do was hope that she would never leave any of us. She provided us with strength, unfortunately, we never told her this though we had several opportunities.

I have been trying to justify what has happened for the past week as we have sat her in this cell; nothing seems to be an acceptable excuse. Years from now, I will still be sitting here in the shadows for the rest of my life, trying to answer the question that torments all of our minds.

"Lets not do this, it could be---" I could not finish what I was going to say because I didn't want to cause them any more grief, all I wanted was to sit here together, in peace, for the last time. Any minuet could be out last when nothing would be the same ever again. This was it.

My sister was muttering something from her corner, no doubt trying to convince herself to calm down but no one will ever really know.

I heard stomping emitting from somewhere above, warning us that it was over, our time was up, and it had really just begun. I heard metal doors opening and people joyously laughing. I took them in for the last time, hoping that I would never be far from their thoughts.

"Goodbye." I whispered.

All she did was nod, knowing that her voice wouldn't last.

"I will find both of you again I swear it, or I will die trying, we will be together again I refuse to let this to be the end." A spark lit in her eyes, from false hope and pain. She was close to tears now knowing those were empty promises.

The metal bars disappeared and in stepped three bodies. It was over.

Sorry about the length but the next chapter shall be longer then this one I promise and hopefully things will begin to make more sense to you, please review if you do not I will not be happy, I would rather have a bad review then none at all…

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