This is a new story, longer than my the one shots I have been posting previously, and multi fic, so i will be uploading new chapters every Friday.

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Chapter One:

They ran fast, the woodland track was swiftly becoming less of a path and more of the middle of nowhere. But they have bigger thoughts playing on their minds. The order had fallen months ago a few weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry had come back to life after the incident in the woods. However, was killed less than an hour later at the wand of Voldemort. In front of everyone. Once Harry had passed away, destruction had overcome. Death Eaters ambushed the school and killed, cursed, tortured or took prisoner of as many as they could. The order had been reduced to less than 20 members, and after the murder of Shacklebolt and the disappearance of McGonagall, they had disbanded. Hermione and Ron ran, knowing full well that they were not going to win the war and it appeared that failure was inevitable. Some members had changed sides But a few dedicated should remained and despite their already written fate, the few still around fought vigilantly. Hoping that in the end their efforts would not prove worthless. The world is crumbling at their feet, like the opposite of any fairy tale. There is no happy ending, just keep fighting to hope you die by a quick curse instead of torture for information. Ron and Hermione had survived this far. After the overthrow of the Order may didn't make it, but they managed to escape, by the skin of their teeth. They haven't given up yet, and were roaming the globe, hunting and destroying horcruxes, however after the breakout from Gringotts a few months back, Voldemort had grown stronger, and was fighting back with more force than before.

They know that they too would soon perish, they had Come to terms with it. But that didn't stop them wanting to go down with a fight, taking as many Death Eaters with them as they could. And that's currently where they are. They were spotted in London, and had apparated to a forest in the south, somewhere they wouldn't have been expected to have been followed, but somehow, they must have joined in with the apparition. They had been followed by 3 Death Eaters. Hermione was fighting off two, while Ron took one. Spells were flying everywhere. Hermione cast a number of jinxes and hexes towards her attackers narrowly avoiding their quick responses and curses. That was until she heard a shriek, which distracted them all. She took advantage of their distraction, she was able to freeze both her attackers and turn to see Rons body, laying on the floor. Convulsing.

"Ron" She yelled. Her shout distracting his attacker long enough for her to quickly stun him and sending the spell fired from the third, back at him, killing him instantly. Hermione felt a strong surge through her. Anger, pain, grief, she flicked her wand and a powerful curse broke through her, knocking the Death Eaters who had awoken from their stun, flying, she barely noticed the dull thuds as they fell to the floor, unconscious. Hermione let the tears flow down her cheeks, her body dropping to her knees in front of Ron, rolling him over, she outstretched her arm, desperate for him to have a pulse, to be breathing. She began CPR, anything that could work. She didn't hold back the tears that fell down her cheeks.

"Please! Please" screaming into the darkness of the night sky, nothingness greeted her. Like sad music to her ears. She heard a dark chuckle and she threw her head toward the source of the noise, her hands never stopping their robotic movements, trying so hard to bring him back.

"Over here sweetheart" The voice called out, she turned around, the voice was now the other side of her. "Begging won't bring I'm back" She turned around, the two death eaters have woken up, and now surrounded her, two more had appeared as well, joining her doom.

"She's a pretty one isn't she" One sneered as he walked up to her. He traced his finger over her jawline. She clenched her jaw tightly together, she knew she was done for, but she wanted to go painlessly. Talking back would only increase the pain they gave her.

"Ruddy Gorgeous" Another replied, a hiss in his voice sent a chill down her spine.

"Hmm. What say we take our 'prize' before bringing their bodies to the Dark Lord" another voice said. In the corner of Hermione's eye, she watched two more death eaters walk unto them. They cackled as they talked about her, their deep voices held a sinister tone that shot through Hermione in a flash of white-hot anger. They cackled a horrific laugh as they closed in on her, she suddenly felt very claustrophobic, holding back. a scream as they leant down, picking her up and throwing her to the ground. She lay on her back, winded, looking up at her attackers. Wanting to hard to fight them off, but feeling herself tied down. She noticed one had a wand in his hand.

"Please. Just kill me" She begged, unable to hold back her tears now. She had lost the only person in the world she had now. She was on her own. She knew whatever they were planning would be worse than death. She willed for nothing more than the darkness to close around her, swallowing her up into oblivion, taking her back to the peace she had, take her back to her friends. She sighed. She was a fighter, and she would fight to her death. But it was implausible to even conceive the idea that she would survive this. She supposed they may take her hostage and torture her for information, if they did there would be a slim chance of survival, and escape. But it was more likely that Harry and Ron would come back to life. The drone of their voices shook her out of her inner monologue.

"Hmm...Guess we could have our fun after...I mean crying isn't my style" One commented. The others nodded in agreement and pulled out their wands.

"Avada-" She heard and she closed her eyes. But the curse never finished. She felt a swoosh of air. Cautiously she opened her eyes and saw a fifth Death Eater, Standing before her, the other four dead around her. With a click of the fifth's fingers she was able to move again. He held his hand out to her. But she didn't take it. Too shocked to move. He knelt down next to her and his fingers tucked some of her lose hair behind her ear.

"Still so beautiful" He whispered, his voice deep and raspy. She looked into his eyes, a steely grey. Somewhat familiar, somewhat haunted. She knew these eyes well but she couldn't for the life of he thinks where from. He picked her up with ease and apparated away. She took the opportunity to admire her kidnapper. She gasped, however when she saw his wrist. In bold, Black writing were the letters H.G. Realisation hit her like a ton of bricks, as her reality crumbled around her. He chuckled lightly at her realisation before muttering softly in her ear

"You're safe now, love"

He never took off his mask, but she believed him. She stood up, and let him take her hand, guiding her, as they apparated away.

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