Hello, readers! :)
Here's a new HP fic similar to one I began but canned a while back. I don't know if I'll be continuing this regularly so please comment with critique and opinion :)
Thank you.

Poor Hermione. Poor Hermione Granger.
That's what people all in wizarding England were saying; at least, those who were left alone.

It was months since Hogwarts was the sight of the bitterest battle since the first Wizarding War. Many, many bloodied and battered bodies were strewn about the grounds. Bodies of the young and old, on the side of light and dark; there were bodies. However, what was more relevant was no so much the body count, but rather the side that emerged victorious.

No one expected Harry Potter to lose. No one expected Harry Potter to die.
Almost all of Dumbledore's Army was slaughtered in cold blood. Each of the dead had been laid next to each other. By the dawns light, the parents of the children were summoned at wand point by the Death Eaters.
All of them had to view at their brave little children in the dirt. Needless to say, it wasn't long before the adults were joining their kin lying in the same dirt.

But; not every one was dead.

Rather, a few were spared. Spared, but not safe. No where near safe.
Hermione hadn't showered or eaten properly in days. Neither had Ginny. Both girls were starving and sick.
"My brothers! Ginny moaned, "My brothers! All dead!"
Hermione couldn't help but cry as Ginny sobbed out loudly.
The two girls were alone, in a near pitch black dungeon and shackled to the wall. Occasionally, a heavy sounding door cracked open from the top of a stair case. Someone, they never saw who, would give them some water to drink and some bread or fruit in their mouths. If they were lucky, they were blindfolded tightly and brought to a loo out of the dungeon. They never saw where they were going.
The last memory of any of the girls pre-capture was seeing Voldemort kill Harry. They saw the beam of neon green hit Harry's chest and the boy fall back, eyes open. There were screams mixed with the sick laughter of the Dark Lord's supporters. The next thing both girls felt were pain and then passing out, only to awake in the darkness.

By now the two girls had neither sense of time nor sense of day or night. Had it been days since their capture? Was it months? Was it years?
There was no hope until one fateful say when the two girls heard the heavy dungeon door at the top of a cold staircase creak open. The two heard footsteps coming down.

It was Hermione who first felt a presence in front of her but saw no face. Rather, she felt something put into her right hand and another in left. Ginny was also given things.
Could it- could it be?
Hermione didn't wait until the person was gone. She felt something… it felt like a cup? Could it be!?
Hermione quickly pulled the cup to lips and took a big gulp. It was water. Cold, fresh water.

Ginny too swallowed her cup of water in two large gulps and felt around the other items given to her. It was a basket. A basket of bread. She shoved a piece in her mouth and Hermione took a piece and followed suit.
Bread and water.
The bread was a bit old, stale; but edible. The girls were nearly crying as they ate every last crumb from the basket. After wards, Hermione felt at the other item she was given. It felt like paper. Like newspaper.
"Ginny- Ginny feel this!"
Ginny took the paper and put it very close to her face but there was no use. It was just too black to read.
It was hours after their strange meal did a person return to them. This time, however, he spoke.
"Get up," he said coldly.
It took strength the girls did not have, but they managed to rise.
Before he said anything else, the man put a heavy collar on each of the girls' necks which was connected to a chain (which he pulled). He pulled them along like dogs on leashed.
Up the stairs the three went, and in honestly the girls were nearly blinded from the light outside the dungeon.

"What are you doing with us?" Ginny asked, very scared.

The man just grumbled.
The two girls were lead down a hallway and outside where the Knight Bus was idling. It still must have been summer because even though it was nighttime outside, the air was cool even with the girls wearing only dirty, ragged clothing.

The girls were lead inside the Knight Bus, but rather than beds there were cold benches aboard the bus with other people sitting on them; with each person collared.
"Sit down!" the man scowled forcing Ginny and Hermione to quickly find seating.
It was Ginny who had a good look at the man. He was in death eater robes and mask, so all she could see was a scar on his chin.

After the girls were sitting down with their heavy collar chains free from grasp, the man tapped the buses door with his wand and as soon as it shut the bus was gone at light speed.

Inside, there was whimpering and the sound of chains being shifted among each other. The girls even managed to recognize some people; one of whom being a friend: Luna.
Luna Lovegood sat across from Ginny. Her blonde hair was near matted and dirty and her eyes seemed to lack their normal curious luster. Simply put; the poor girl looked broken.
"Luna!" Ginny and Hermione called in unison.
The girl looked up and for a brief moment a light flickered in her eyes.
"Hermione! Ginny! You're alive!" she cried in a horse voice.
"So are you!" exclaimed Ginny, tears running down her dirty cheeks, "What happened?"
Luna's face went sickly and she bit her lower lip before answering.
"It was horrible. The Death Eaters… after they….killed Harry….they knocked out many of the students and even some adults."
"What about Ron! Or my parents!"
Luna shook her head.
"I saw Ron trying to pull Harry's body away before I fainted… and your parents… I just don't know."
The rest of their ride was in painful silence.
Eventually, the bus did stop. It stopped in front of a large, decrepit mansion with a large, sprawling lawn.
A new Death Eater tapped his wand on the door and yanked Ginny and Hermione back out.
"I'll find them!" Luna screamed shrilly before the buses door slammed.
Ginny and Hermione looked at each other in disbelief. The girls could hardly walk let alone survive more of what they'd been through.
Walking up the lawn was near torture and the girls wanted to collapse when they finally were stopped at the door. The Death Eater knocked on the door and it almost immediately opened. The girls couldn't see the lone figure in the doorway.
"Granger, Hermione and Weasley, Ginny," the Death Eater said and gave the girls' chains a hard yank to bring their faces into a ray of light from inside the house.

There was a bout of silence before the Death Easter said dumbly, "You didn't ask for no one else."
The unknown figure rolled his eyes and took the chains from the man.
Before he left, the Death Eater whispered in Hermione's ear, "Have fun in his bed."
Hermione had shivers go down her spine and she was ready to beg for freedom and she and her redhead friend were brought into the house.
The interior was dark, but the mansion was well lit.
The two were lead into a shabby sitting room where they took seats on an old sofa. The unknown man didn't sit, but rather looked down at them standing.
Upon seeing the unknown mans face the girls' eyes wide and their jaws dropped.
Who was their captor now? A big nosed, greasy haired git with a pension for potions. A Mr. Severus Snape.
"You!" Hermione gasped.
"Yes, Miss Granger, I," Snape said in his usual cold and serious tone.
"What-"
"I do suppose you have an awful lot of questions," said the professor seriously with a hint of boredom.
"Tell us!" begged Hermione.
Snape could hardly stop the smirk forming on his face.
The professor began to weave a very sad; and strange tale. He said that after Harry was dead, the Death Eaters rounded up some of the survivors, Hermione and Ginny included. Snape continued on to say that he did not know what was to happen to everyone or who was taken; but as a very important piece in Voldemorts victory Snape was given first choice of the captives.
"…Why did you choose us?" Ginny asked.
"I have my reasons…." Snape said aloofly.
Remembering the Death Eaters words from just a few moments ago, Hermione sheepishly asked what the two girls would be doing.
Snape looked sullen, but rather than bark out an order, he undid the girls' collars and led them upstairs to a room of good size with a few homey amenities and connecting bathroom.
"Clean yourselves up."
That was all Snape said before he left Hermione and Ginny alone.