SADLY NOT JKR I ONLY OWN MY PLOT.

Dark. thats all she noticed when her eyes first opened. soreness was the first sensation Hermione felt after she had opened her eyes. Wherever she was she didnt know, however she remembered perfectly well how she had gotten here.

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bodies, so many bodies and pain so much pain. The darkness had won, it had somehow prevailed just when the light thought it was winning. As she looked around all she could see were people she'd grown up with; her friends and schoolmates laid on the ground dead, their innocent lives their possible futures stripped without a care from them. And yet she was still left alive, she had been spared but she would rather have been dead with her friends than alive in this cold new world void of all true happiness.

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As she laid on the bed that was no more than a straw mat with a old threadbare blanket she could only think as to what they had left her alive for. Maybe it was to torture her; to make her feel inferior because she was a muggleborn or muddblood as they so kindly called her. Maybe they wanted information; but their side had won so why would they need information. hell maybe they were going to save her and then give her a long drawn out death in front of everyone as a form of sick public torture.

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Hermione had always prided herself with how she was always able to find the positive in a bad situation but now all she saw was a terrible predicament that she knew she wouldnt be able to escape from. Especially without a wand. She slowly pulled her knees to her chest and cried. she didnt cry for herself. instead she cried for all of her friends that had so much going for them. After a few moments she dried her tears in case someone showed up. She refused to be weak. She refused to just give up; to give into whatever horror they had planned for her.

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