Hermione?

A.N I do not own any rights to these characters or anything to do with harry potter :)

Okay so here's a knew story, first chapter. What do you think?

Review please :)

Over and out Katie

What if?

Hermione sat up against the cold stone wall, dragging her ragged piece of cloth, that resembled a blanket close to her body. The air was cold and she was covered in goosebumps, they raised the bruises painfully to the surface of her mind. In one year so many things had changed, Voldermort and the death eaters had taken over hogwarts, students who hadn't escaped or been killed in the fight were kept to work as slaves.

Hermione belonged to no-one, not that anyone would have her, she didn't listen or take orders, due to this she was often beaten or hit with curses that would plaige her for days. Was this her life? Was it a dream? Would she one day wake up and find harry alive, Ron smiling and herself laughing? No, all signs of her life before were gone, she couldn't even recognise herself any-more. What had they all become?

Suddenly the door to the cupboard hermione was sat in slammed open flooding in light from the outside world. Hermione covered her eyes and cowered further back into the wall if that was even possible. After a moment a tall shadow came straight over to her and pulled her upright by her hair.

"Stand up you filthy mudblood." Rockwood yelled at her, hermione stood only because he was yanking her up by her hair. Rockwood had been one of the main people who had beaten her through the year so far he had scared her both physically and mentally. Before she knew it she was being pulled out of the cupboard and down the corridor by her hair.

"It's your lucky day mudblood, your going to see your lord." Rockwood laughed menacingly, hermione knew that people who entered the room in which Voldermort stayed never usually returned. Hermione knew all to well today was the day she was going to die, today was the day she would see harry again. Rockwood steered her down the steps and the main hall were slaves were dispersing from their late supper. These were her friends and they had to watch her be dragged to her death, near the back of a group dressed in brown itchy cloths was Ron. His eyes filled with tears as he watched her head held high walk towards her impending doom. He could do nothing to help and he hated it, he hated all of this. Hermione stared at Ron and Ginny and simply smiled. 'I must be going crazy' She thought to herself I just smiled, im about to freaking die and I smiled. Rockwood stopped in the middle of the crowd, he was going to use her as a demonstration 'Great' she thought.

"Hah! See what has become of you all," he spat at those gathered by the doors."This is the girl you all pinned your hopes on and know she like your beloved potter will die, but first I will show you all what happens to dirty scum who don't do as their told." He yelled this across the room and drew his wand. Suddenly hermione was on the floor looking up at him her eyes pleading for him to not do this but she knew it was no good, he would torture her then take her to her death. 'Please don't watch' she pleaded in her mind for Ron and Ginny to look the other way, she couldn't let them watch this. As he raised his wand Hermione's hand went to her neck were her one possession lay, a silver chain with a ring attached, the ring had a silver diamond and an emerald either side. Her mother had given her it to her on her 16th birthday, she had told her how hermione had been left on some church steps and they had taken her in, the one thing that had been left with hermione was an envelope inside was a single piece of paper saying 'Hermione Jane' and the necklace. Clutching it she looked to Ron and with her eyes begged for him to look away as Rockwood said a single word. "Crucio!" Immediately she was writhing in pain on the floor folding and unfolding as she screamed the most awful scream. After what seemed a forever Rockwood pulled her back up by her hair and dragged her away, this was her final walk, and she would not let him make her look weak. So even though she felt as if her body would break she stood tall shoulders back and walked to her fate.

One door. One door between her dying and living, one door between her and the dead, just one door and then the door was open and she was pushed through into a dingy room. At the far end sat Dumbledore old chair, but sitting in it was Voldermort. He stared at her she looked so .... blanc as if she didn't care he was going to kill her.

Voldermort raised his wand and pointed it at her chest immediately her hand went for the necklace."Avada...." But the rest never came, hermione thought that maybe she was dead that maybe their was no pain coming, but then she opened her eyes.

Voldermort was still standing their with his wand raised but his eyes looked frightened and they were fixed on her hand, wait in her hand was the necklace, what was going on why wasn't she dead.

"Get out!" Voldermort whispered to his death eaters, at first they just stood dumbfounded. "Get out!" he screamed and so they all did rather quickly leaving herself and the most feared wizard alone in a room where she was completely defenceless.

"Where did you get that?!" he demanded whilst pointing straight at the ring on the chain, suddenly hermione felt no fear.

"It was my mothers, she left it with me on some church steps when I was born." hermione answered quite mater of factly. Voldermort stumbled back and fell into the chair behind him, this couldn't be happening. She couldn't be. But then again now that he thought about it he could see the resemblance, but not completely. Wait a glamour of course she had a glamour on, he had to know, he needed to know.

So what do you think so far ?

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Katie over and out.