Prologue: It is five years after Hogwarts, and the gang is fighting the war against Voldemort in full force, and many have already been taken. Hogwarts is unstable and the ministry is a mess. The death eater headquarters are at the Malfoy mansion and who knows what will happen next….
Draco's POV
"Come Draco! We've captured someone!" Said a scruffy death eater, who was running up the stairs. Draco Malfoy, an aspiring death eater, aged 23 years; looked up from the flames of the fireplace he had been staring into. Capturing someone was an everyday thing, but from the look of the old man, it must be someone important. He followed him down into the dungeons, which were hidden in the very bowels of the manor.
Good Lord, he's moving fast, thought Draco, who followed the man through secret passages, down stairs and up corridors, nearly bowling over Crabbe and Goyle seniors near the kitchens. This must really be important, thought Draco as they arrived in front the dungeon door. With great excitement, Draco stepped over the threshold.
At first, all Draco could see was the torches on the walls. But as his eyes adjusted, he saw a cluster of death eaters crowded around a set of wall chains. As He approached, her saw who ever it was strain against the chain, and catcalls and jeers the person struggled.
As Draco pushed himself to the front, he her the person say, "Get back get back you filthy heathens". It was Hermione Granger, a person he had known all through his school years. They had hated each other excruciatingly all the way. Now, she was chained to the wall, and he felt enormous satisfaction.
"Now then little girl, tell us were your little band of rebels are, and were they are planning to attack next.", drawled Lucius Malfoy, who was Draco's father and master of the manor. Hermione gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes to the question. Lucius' eyes flashed angrily. He reached out and grabbed her chin to force her eyes upward.
"Tell me now!" He exploded. She choked out her answer.
"Y-you'll have to kill me." She replied spitefully.
"We can do this easily, or we can do this hard." Said Lucius in a warning tone.
"I like a challenge." She tossed back.
"So be it," he spat. "Draco, come here." Draco stepped away from the crowd. "You've been waiting for a servant. Mudblood Granger will be yours." Lucius snapped his fingers, and Hermione's chains unlashed from the wall. "I trust you have taken her wand, McNair?" A death eater who stood beside him nodded. "Give it to Draco. He can keep it as a souvenir." He smiled a wicked smile. "Take her to Draco's private compartments. Lord Voldemort wishes to speak with her soon. This time, be careful." Fred and George Weasley had escaped earlier that year, and they were taking no chances.
