Breaking Free
prologue
Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, the entire Weasley family, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin were all trying to relaxing at Number 12, Grimmauld Place over the break. Trying would be the main word, as all were extremely busy with different tasks to help with the war.
Hermione, as always, was locked away in the library, ready with a quick harsh word to reprimand anyone who tried to disturb her from her beloved books. She came down only for meals, stopping now and then to sleep. She was so focused on assisting with the war that both Harry, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley were worried about her; but she refused for anyone to take her away from what she so dearly loved.
Ron, Harry, Fred, and George were all constantly trying out and creating new Weasleys' merchandise. Sirius was known to chip in now and then with an idea or two, causing even more madness and mayhem with his crazy ideas. After only a few days of this, Mrs. Weasley was ready to throttle the twins with her bare hands. Not only was she ready to do that, but she was also going through the Black house, room by room, cleaning everything in reach along the way.
Lupin, similarly to Hermione, was also mainly found in the library finding new spells and curses for the battle they all knew would come eventually. Sirius was a huge fan of this, but he was mainly found looking around the house for items which could be used to help defeat the Death Eaters and evil man himself- Voldemort, along with Hermione and Lupin's research.
Around three weeks after ariving at the Black house there was an Order of the Phoenix meeting. Things had just began to die down when suddenly , there was a loud bang and a sudden flurry of activity downstairs. Nearly everyone in the house was downstairs, but Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George weren't. As they came scrambling down the stairs to see what the commotion was about, they were greeted with the sight of Severus Snape- Potions Master, Order spy, and most hated teacher at Hogwarts.
The normally calm, composed man was yelling at the top of his voice, the sily smooth quality it usually had gone. "There are Death Eaters on the way! Fletcher betrayed us!" Leaving the house in an uproar of panic, the man Disapparated. Whether he was leaving for his own safety or going to get help, no one could tell.
Everyone seemed to be frozen in time when a bang came from the front door. Mrs. Weasley was the first to come out of it; she began to yell as loud as she could, "Everyone you know what to do! Get out of here!"
Ron and Ginny were the first out, holding a Portkey in the form of a teacup. Fred and Harry were next, with Mrs. Weasley and George following in quick succesion. The last three to go were Lupin, Sirius, and Hermione holding a teacup shaped Portkey, Fred and Harry were next. The next two to follow them was Mrs weasley and George. The last three were Lupin, Sirius and Hermione, but Hermione was nowhere to found as they were preparing to leave with the last Portkey. She came down the stairs, wand at the ready, as she heard the bangs at the door. She scrambled into the living room just in time to see the front door blow open. The new view revealed a large number of Death Eaters, their masks scaring the living daylights out of Hermione as she threw her hands up, squealing, as hexes were immediately shot full-speed at her. She saw Remus and Sirius, holding the now-blue portkey. She cried out to them and was about to reach it just in the nick of time when someone grabbed her arms, preventing her from moving and reaching the two men she looked up to. She screamed and screamed, but she couldn't break free of her captor and as they sped off to their destination the last thing they heard was her heart-wrenching scream.
Hermione began to kick, fight and struggle as the two Death Eaters held her. She was gradually turned around to see a man with startling blond hair making his way towards her. He put out his hand and grabbed hold of her chin. She tried to wrench out of his grasp but was unable to.
"Hello, my dear mudblood. Long time no see," came the mocking voice, the last thing she heard before falling unconscious.
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I adopted this story from jasmine-leigh. Please review.