Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter
Footsteps echoed across the dusty, Stone floor. Hermione curled into a ball, shaking and shivering. She knew she couldn't give up just yet. She had work to do.
A tall, cloaked figure approached, towering over Hermione's petite frame. 'Can he help?' She wondered with despair.
She whimpered with fear. Blood danced across her pale arm, she was mesmerised by how dark it was.
Earlier that day...
Harry Potter 'The boy who lived' was dead. They were after her next.
She ran. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, her vision was blurred with tears. Yet she couldn't give up. The snatchers leered at her, Calling her a mudblood and telling her to die.
Finally she saw the town. She ran towards it,
Something was different though, It was dull, There were no birds singing, No pretty houses like she remembered. Not the first time in her life, She was scared. A strong arm gripped her tightly. Screams erupted from her. She struggled, but to no avail.
A second later she appeared at Malfoy Manor, for the 2nd time in her life.
She shook with fear. She glanced at her arm, scarred and red. Images of Bellatrix cutting into her, easier than meat. She felt sick, A snatcher, Tall and dirty loomed behind her struggling form.
"Why so scared?"
Her heart stopped, Everything went black.
A/N
This is my first fanfiction, Please give me criticism and reviews. X