A/N: Whelp, guess who is back with a brand new story!? If you guessed yours truly then you have just won yourself a trip to sadly nowhere. Anyway, this is something I have been working on for awhile now and if you have seen this on Wattpad then yes that is me! I promise! I have ten parts to this so far and will be posting one every week on Fridays. This is something different compared to my other works I have to say, but I am quite proud of it so far.
As you know from my other works, I do not have a beta so all and any mistakes are mine. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the amazing J.K.R does.
Without further ramble, let me know what you think!
*Hermione POV*
It's been a while since I have been here. Where here is exactly seems to be the question doesn't? It's cold and dark and I can hear water dripping in a puddle somewhere farther down from me. The apparent cell I am in is made of stone and bars line one side of the small little, cramped space I occupied.
The last thing I can remember is walking back towards Hogwarts from Hogsmeade. It was the weekend before everyone leaves for Winter holidays, and since I would be staying at Hogwarts, I had spent the day with Harry, Ron, and Ginny roaming around just trying to be a normal teenager and not someone who has to constantly save their best friends. The day was almost over, and I was tired, so I decided to head back on my own and that was when everything went black.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I didn't have my wand. So, I knew it wasn't some sick prank that someone was pulling on me. I was in a cell to myself, but I didn't let the thought that I was the only one down here linger in my head. This has happened before, true I wasn't alone when we were captured by snatchers, but non-the-less still happened. I shouldn't really be surprised it has happened to me now, with everything that has happened in the last year, but I was. everything was becoming quiet in the Wizarding World now the Voldemort was defeated, with only the occasional Death Eater being spotted.
I walked over to the bars and tried to glance out and see if I could notice anything, but the hall was completely black save the one small torch at the very end that seemed like it was just a flicker. I filed that away for future thought: farthest away, must be trying to hide me not just from the world finding out where I am, but from others who are here.
I decided to take another look around hoping that I could find something that could either tell me who had me or that who had captured me had left something of mine behind. Sadly, my captors were good, and nothing had been left. Even my shoe-strings were gone. If I wasn't in trouble I probably would have laughed at how muggle it was.
Before I knew what was happening, light filled the area and I was blinded and once again everything was black.
For a week, at least I think it was a week based on my waking/sleeping pattern, the same thing kept happening and every time I came back and woke up I couldn't remember what had happened the day before. Honestly, that worried me more than being captured. They were messing with my mind and they seem like the people who do not seem to care if they mess someone up, considering the high possibility they are Death Eaters. I just do not know what they are looking for. There isn't anything that I could give that could be beneficial if they are looking for information about Harry that isn't in the papers now.
The second week came with new developments from the same routine. I finally heard muttering down the hall from me. Hoping I could see someone, I stood up and went to the bars and tried to glance out but I couldn't make anything out. I sighed and went back over to where I was. My head for the past couple days had been starting to hurt whenever I woke up in the mornings and I will be the first to admit, be it to myself, that I was terrified. I don't know the side effects of having your memory erased every day, but I could be having effects from the things I do not remember happening. They could be doing anything to me and- I quickly let that thought go. I would know if they had done that.
I was starting to get scared, lonely, starving, and tired and just wanted to go home. There is only so much that one person can take. I just want to go back to school and see my friends, the people I considered my family.
I got pulled out of my thoughts by shuffling near the end of the hall. In the three weeks I have been here everyone who had come down here had been so quiet that I never knew they were here. Either this person didn't care they were being heard or they wanted to be heard. I ran up to the bars and tried to glance out, maybe finally I could see something, and this time I saw a flash of blonde hair.
I could have sworn they were looking at me before the person was gone and it sounded like they were running away. I only knew a couple of people with blonde hair and I had the fleeing thought that maybe I was finally going to get help, but I once again let the thought go. I didn't want to lose the hope I had left.
So, that is my last couple of weeks. I figure you already know who I am, but if you do not, I am Hermione Granger. I have been kidnapped and I am starting to lose hope.
