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A.N;

Well, This is my first fan fiction EVER. I have no idea how it'll turn out but I hope everything goes well, i have a little idea for this story in my head ;PP SO Enjoy, please let me know what you think and I will try to update as often as possible. THANKS ;D

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Inevitable

Life as she knew it.

Hermione stared up into the cold face of Jinkins,

''What's that love?''

He asked as he grabbed her chin and stared right into her eyes. Hermione returned the cold look and kept her mouth shut.

She had been caught, they had been running from the deatheaters. Ducking and rushing through the thick forest, full speed because their lives depended on it.

They couldn't hesitate for a minute or they would be done for. They could hear the deatheaters catching up on them. It was her, Ginny, Draco, Neville, Lavender, Ron all on the run and they thought they were safe, but they should have known better, you can only run from Lord Voldemort for so long before you're caught, and this was no different.

They heard a groan and turned to see Lavender had tripped and fell, they had all run to help her but the deatheaters were all too fast and each an every one of them were caught, tortured and either killed or kept.

Those who were kept, wished they had died and those who were killed were missed like crazy. By the end of 2 months, none of those who survived knew if one another were alive, they had to presume they were dead but keep hoping they were alive. The last year had passed with great sorrow, with the fall of Harry nothing went right, everything was wrong and they couldn't do anything about it, the wizarding world belonged to Lord Voldemort now.

And Hermione knew nothing of her friends, whether or not they were alive or dead, she only knew of those who had passed on infront of her, those who had fought and fallen before her very eyes, those who had been amongst the fight if not running from it, she knew nothing of any of her friends since she had been locked inside Azkaban, Alive or Dead, She couldn't be sure, however she knew of one death, the death of Ronald Weasley. Ron had been tortured and killed before her very eyes. she had killed many, she was no longer herself. She was as cold as voldemorts many souls, but she still felt the pain, each death of a friend broke her further but what destroyed her most was seeing Ron. She could still remember the pain in his eyes as he stared into hers, the screams and shouts. ''Hermione'' He screamed ''I love you, i'll always love you Hermione, I always have. Don't forget me beautiful,'' They were the last words he said to her, and she would never forget them, not the slight pause between each word, nor would she forget the amused face of the deatheater who killed him.

''Sorry sweetheart your little 'ronny' is no more, I think it's better this way don't you think?''

''AVADA KEDAVRA''

He cruelly laughed and threw the spell at him, As soon as the words left his lips a green light flew out his wand and straight into Rons chest, she watched the life leave him, watched his eyes slide shut and the peaceful look upon his face. Even covered in blood and bruises her Ron looked beautiful, He was her world and her world was now gone.

Hermione opened her eyes, Jinkins was beginning to get annoyed with her lack of attention, he had raised his voice and was now almost shouting

''Listen here girly, this is your lunch and i advice you eat it because it's the best you're gonna get. Filthy mudblood you deserve no better then this. Hear me? Good, and don't give me that look or i'll make sure you regret it.''

And with that he walked out the cell and slammed the grimy doors shut. She glanced up at the now empty room, the concrete walls towered over her, dark, cracked and cold, only a small barred window let in light, if there was any at all.

The floor was also concrete, a black grimy colour, covered in blood, rats and fecies. This was her life and it was disgusting.

They all told her she deserved it, that 'filthy mudbloods' like her deserved less than this, that she should be grateful, but this, this was horrid and the only people who deserved to be here, were the deatheaters and voldemort himself. Her IQ was most likely higher then half the deatheaters put together, and they called her dumb, stupid, brainless, useless and more. They thought she was below them, but they were so wrong, and someday they would see it. These cold walls of azkaban now belonged to Voldemort, and of course he used it as a prison.

Hermione stood up on shaky legs and slid over to the bowl of food, it was a steel bowl and inside it lay a small box of raisins, slices of apple and a little juice box of apple juice. She quickly ate it all and returned to her spot in the corner of the cell and making sure no one was outside, she slipped her fingers into the cracks of the walls. In her corner a small but deep slit was in the wall and in that crack, she kept her secrets. Careful not to make a noise, she pulled out her wand and enjoyed the jolt of magic that ran through her.

She put her wand back in the crack and took out a piece of parchment, it was scratched up and damaged but still useful. She stared down at the parchment and tried to memorize every part of information. This was her escape route and she had to know it off-by-heart if she wanted it to work out.

In three days the deatheaters and voldemort would go out and do a raid on a country of voldemort's choice, they go to the country and rid the country of all the mudbloods they can get their hands on and either torture and kill them, or torture and bring them back to azkaban.

On that day she would use her wand and create a distraction which would send some if not many of the deatheaters to sort it out, giving her the perfect escape.

She'd cast a dissilusionment spell on herself, avoid all deatheaters, go down into the kitchen and out the small door and make it out alive.

Assuming her plan works out and she does escape, she plans to go to Hogwarts, which for some reason unknown has been abandoned and left.

Hermione checked over the plan and made sure it would work out, she slipped the parchment back into the crack, making sure that nothing could be seen from the crack, she rested her head on the floor and drifted off to sleep.

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Dark memories shook her awake and she sat straight up to feel the cold floors embrace her, another nightmare, they haunted her dreams every night, they scratched at the good memories and ripped into them until nothing was left but screams and cries until finally she'd awake and bring herself into another cold morning.

This morning began like the rest but the minute she realised what day it was, she was awake and waiting for breakfast. She knew it was before 7am, because at 7am Jinkins brought in breakfast and left after yelling a few insults at her.

At around 10am Jinkins would come in again and let her know they were all leaving, saying not to try anything because there would still be 15 gaurds patrolling the area. Then around 11am her plan would kick in to action. Her plan had to have worked by 5pm because at that time, the dark lord returned, and if she's still running around azkaban things could become very deadly. She had been planning this ever since she was brought here a year ago, it had taken close observations and thoughts, she had had to rethink the plans many times and now she felt she had finally perfected it.

She was brought out of her thoughts as she heard heavy footsteps trod on down the hallway leading to her cell, she quickly slipped the parchment into the crack in the wall and sat up staring at the door.

The heavy door swung open and a man stood in the doorwar, cloaked in black and grey. He was wearing black and grey robes and beneath them he wore black pants tucked into his heavy steel cap boots. This man was dressed alot like Jinkins but unlike Jinkins' brown eyes and red hair, this man had blue eyes and blonde hair. He almost reminded her of Draco Malfoy, but of course this man wasn't Draco.

''Aye Girly, Here's your breakfact, eat up. We're leaving in 3 hours, don't try anything, you know the drill, gaurds patrolling everywhere.''

He said in a rough voice. He stared at her for a moment before saying,

''Eat your breakfast mudblood. '' He fixed her with a sneer and slammed the door shut, before stalking back down the hall.

Hermione quickly ate her breakfast.

Today's menu brought lumpy porridge, which she struggled to keep down, but if she wanted to pull off her escape she'd need the energy so she fought the urge to throw up and tried to distract herself until the bowl was empty.

She sat staring up the walls, scanning across each crack and chip, ever line drawn to mark each day. She gazed upon the window, there was no sunshine today, it was hidden behind the heavy poisonous clouds released only by the deatheaters.

She stared at the door again, the familiar footsteps trudging her way. The door bolted open and the strange deatheater stood infront of her once more,

'' Second warning girly, we're leaving now. Don't be foolish enough to try anything. You know how it goes, we'll be back at 5pm it's currently 11am. '' He said giving her a warning look, she had no idea of his name and when she thought about it, he could be quite attractive if it weren't for his attitude and heavy clothing.

''You listening girly?''

he asked, seeming frustrated. Hermione stared up at him with a cold look in her eyes, she slightly nodded, so slightly he almost missed it.

He was about to turn to leave when she spoke up,

''Where's Jinkins?''

She asked, he seemed a bit shocked at her sudden speech but quickly covered it up with a sneer, ''Well aren't we talkative all of a sudden, missing your little caretaker are we mudblood?'' he asked coldly. In her year of being in the prison, she had never spoken a word. Not when they asked her questions, nor when they had tried to prise the information from her. They had only ever heard her scream and only then was it when ron was being tortured and killed, or when she was being tortured horribly, otherwise she kept her mouth shut. ''Who are you?'' She finally asked,

''I'm Loklin, i'll be your new gaurd as of today, Alright mudblood?'' He seemed satisfied and with a smirk left the cell.

She heard them leave, she heard the yell of the deatheaters and evil laugh of the dark lord, ''Come my men, today we will rid the world of mudblood everywhere''

She knew what she had to do, and she waited till the sound of motivated deatheaters and a satisfied dark lord left the dead grounds of azkaban. She counted to a hundred and took a deep breath in, it was go time.

She took her wand from the crack and she cast a dissillusionment upon herself. Step 1, distraction. The moment she heard the footsteps walk furthest away from her hall she got up and casting a quick

''alohamora''

she slipped out the door and silently walked down the hall. She had casted a quick silencing spell upon herself, stopping herself from making any noises unless ofcourse she knocked over anything. She took a deep silent breath and made her way down into the main lounge, this was it. She knew what she had to do, a powerful fiendfyre and she'd gap it to the kitchens, only house elves were in the kitchens and if she didn't knock anything on her way out, she could remain hidden for long enough.