A/N:This story is kindda like the other one...I cant decide which one to write, so obviously u'll hav to decide.happy reading guyz!!

Chapter 1:Uh oh..

She blinked her eyes trying to see where exactly she was

She blinked her eyes trying to see where exactly she was. A bedroom? She didn't remember being in a bedroom and whose bedroom was this, certainly this bedroom wasn't hers. She tried to remember what had happened, her memory was still blur.

Who am I?

Her head pounded. Who was she? Who was she?

Oh yeah, Hermione Granger. What am I doing here? I need to remember where I was. Ummm…yes, graduation ceremony…it's all coming back. I excused myself from Harry and Ron, to go to the ladies, then someone smacked me from the back and so now I am here.

"Phewh!" she smiled, "I knew I could figure it out." Okay then, what was she doing here? She looked around. Nope, nothing familiar. Suddenly fear gripped her, she wasn't supposed to be here, she was supposed to be at the ceremony. She tried to get up but her head hurt like hell.

Who? Who was it? Who hit me from the back? What do they want from me? Maybe…maybe it was the death eaters…maybe they wanted revenge on Harry through me…no, no, no…please no.

She was as good as dead, she thought, until…Why would they be kind enough to put her in a bedroom? No, she thought with relief, it couldn't be them. She winced as she raised herself painfully from the bed.

Where's my wand? Ah, of course not…Am I in danger? Am I in danger? Am I in dan…

There was a movement by the door. An elf? House elf?

"Come here." she said hoarsely, "Where am I?" The elf quaked and walked unsteadily towards her.

"Master…master…he said not to tell." The elf bowed in apology, "Me…Nibby, Master said to serve Mistress."

"Why am I here?" Hermione prayed for an answer.

"Master says he needs Miss for something…Nibby beg your pardon, she doesn't know."

"Can you give me a drink, then?" Hermione asked, whoever this 'Master' was, he is going to pay with hell for jailing her without a 'Please, may I?'

"Of course miss…Nibby get you something to eat also." with that the little creature hurried out. Hermione got up slowly and tried the door as she expected it was locked. Damn it all, if only she had her wand, someone would pay. She looked around the room. It was luxurious and had been done up for her. There was a dressing table on the far corner of the room, a mahogany wardrobe, the bed and on the other side a door most probably leading to the bathroom. She stood uncertainly in front if all this.

How long am I going to stay here? What does 'he' want me for? What do I do? Questions, questions, questions with no answer. if I am still the girl I was, I can answer it. I can…I know I can. You want me to play Sherlock Homer, fine…let's see. This guy is rich, he scares his House elfs…sooo….who is it?

There was a knocking on the door. Hermione turned around. Nibby came in with a tray.

"Nibby apologize…Nibby didn't mean to make Miss wait" she stammered, her legs shaking.

"It's all right, Nibby" Hermione said to calm it down. Nibby stared at her in disbelief. Her eyes welled up she looked down.

"Pardon Nibby…she have never ever been treated good." Nibby said tears running down. Hermione looked at her pityingly.

"Nibby, my head hurts. Can you do something?" Hermione asked and just as she thought the elf forgot her tears.

"Yes, yes…Nibby know how to heal." Nibby said and with a snap of her of her fingers, Hermione's head stopped throbbing.

"Thank you, Nibby." Hermione said sipping the water, "Nibby, I wish you could tell me who brought me here and why."

"If Nibby tell Miss, then Master beat Nibby bad," Nibby told her fearfully, "Nibby afraid…Nibby afraid of Master."

"Then tell me, Nibby, am I in danger?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"No, I don't think so Miss" Nibby said, "Master said not to let Miss get hurt."

Then what in the world does he want with me…Is he a psycho who has fun in kidnapping girls and watching them and their parents suffer.

For the first time Hermione thought about what state her parents must be in right now and Harry and Ron must be looking in every mouse hole. God, what was she doing here. Suddenly a tear slipped before she could stop. Goddammit, she was a gryffindor, she was supposed to be brave…stop, stop, no tears for gryffindors.

"Does Miss head still hurt?" Nibby asked concerned, "Nibby try to not hit hard. Nibby doesn't know it hurt so much."

"You…you hit me on my head!" Hermione asked astounded.

"Nibby…she had to do what Master asked or …Nibby will get punished." Nibby said backing against the door.

This little bitch had the guts to hit her on her head and drag her away from the rest of the world into this hell hole. Suddenly her head cleared of all concession from the fall. Her mind reeled, what the heck was she doing here? She needed to get out this minute. This very minute.

"You little…."Hermione screamed reaching out for the trembling elf but too late Nibby had bolted out of the door.

"Stop this…let me out!" Hermione screamed, "Let me out…let me out…let me out..."

She pounded the door till she fell to the floor, too tired to get up. Her hair curtained her face as her tears fell unheeded. What doom did she meet and what was to come?

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A/N: Heh Heh...kindda obvious isnt it...But wait n see. There's more to the surprise!!

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