I am honestly just really, really surprised. Within the time that I first posted the prologue that explains almost nothing, I have two favorite (thanks to Freakboy05 and cosmoGirl666!) and six followers (thanks to Freakboy05 again, MissBookworm1704, Winnie Wanze, emilie austen, cosmoGirl666, and marzipan4!) which is just surprising. Yes, the title of this chapter is exactly what's going to happen, just a head's up! Enjoy!
Hermione pulled the Gryffindor red covers off her body and stepped onto the soft carpet, stretching and yawning. She pulled the curtains of her room open, letting the morning sunlight enter the room, and changed into her Muggle clothing: a pair of comfortable jeans, plain white T-shirt, and dark gray hoodie.
Her mother gently opened the door. "Hermione, are you up yet?" Emma Granger called softly. "Breakfast is ready."
"I'll be down in two minutes, Mum," Hermione answered. Her mother nodded and closed the door.
Instantly, Hermione grabbed her wand. She could sense something wrong and ran to her window. Two dark shapes were flying towards her house. With a wave of her wand, all her belongings were packed in a small bag with an Extendable Charm placed on it. She grabbed the bag and ran downstairs. "Mum, Dad?"
Tom Granger looked up from his newspaper. "Yes, darling?"
"I…I think Death Eaters are flying towards the house," Hermione gasped, her heart starting to race. Her mother raced next to her husband, hands covering her mouth as Hermione continued. "They're most likely trying to capture me. We don't have any time. Do you have those bags that you packed in case of an event like this?"
The doorbell suddenly rang. Tom Granger got up as if to answer the door, but his daughter yanked him back into his seat. "Don't. Those are the Death Eaters. They'll kill you the moment they see you."
"Excuse me, is this the house of the Grangers?" It was clearly Amycus' voice. Insistent knocking rang throughout the house.
"It's a Death Eater," Hermione whispered. "Mum, Dad, silently grab your bags and–"
"Reducto!" The door was blasted open. Three Death Eaters ran into the house, wands drawn. Emma Granger let out a shrill scream as the creepily masked figures with wands drawn started to advance on the Grangers.
"Run!" Hermione yelled, grabbing her mother and father.
"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix's cackle of delight couldn't have been any worse to Hermione. She yanked her mother and father up the stairs towards the attic, all three narrowly missing the blast of green light. "Avada–"
"Stupefy!" Hermione drew her wand and blasted Bellatrix back, but the maniacal witch dodged it, muttering a spell.
Too late, she saw the dreadful green light coming towards her mother. Too late, she yanked her mother back. The dread green light bathed her mother's body and Emma Granger screamed once before falling limply into Hermione's arms.
"Emma!" Tom cried, rushing to hug his wife, who didn't respond. "Emma?"
"Protego Maxima," Hermione said, casting a powerful protection spell over her family. Tom was cradling Emma in his arms, tears running down his cheeks.
Hermione had never seen her father cry before, and it broke her heart.
"Emma…" Tom whispered. "Emma, come back…"
"Dad…Dad, Mum's dead," Hermione sobbed, tears starting to run down her eyes too. The Death Eaters had them surrounded, and there was no escape now. They had lost time by grieving for their beloved family member. "Dad…"
"Drop the protection now, Mudblood, or we'll kill you." It was Dolohov, and he removed his mask with a flourish, leering down at her. "Remember me from the Department of Mysteries, Mudblood?"
Hermione instead increased the protection charm, much to Dolohov's displeasure. "Dad…they're going to kill us."
"I'll be with Emma," her father replied. "I have no fear. It's okay, Hermione. We'll be together. Drop the protection." A fresh burst of tears rose to Hermione's eyes and she reluctantly removed the charm.
Bellatrix cackled. "Oh, the Mudblood is more stupid than I thought! Brightest witch of the age, hmm? You just sent your father to his death!"
"Then let me join him!" Hermione cried fiercely. "Send me with him to death!"
"No, we've got other ideas for you." Amycus leaned over her and caught her arm in a harsh grip with his hand. "Kill the father."
"No!" Hermione howled, stumbling forwards but Dolohov had already cast the curse and her father fell besides her mother. "No! Let me go, you twisted bastards!"
"Foul language, Mudblood," Amycus snarled. "Shut up!" Hermione screamed, tears staining her cheeks as she cried and whimpered. How can it be? Losing my parents in the same day…why?
"We have the girl, now let's get going," Bellatrix said to Dolohov, who opened the refrigerator with interest.
"Don't you dare touch my family's food!" Hermione shrieked, reaching for her wand in her back pocket.
Amycus plucked the wand and handed it to Bellatrix. Bellatrix smirked and with a snap, Hermione's wand was broken in half. Her beautiful wand, gone forever. Hermione had already screamed and cried herself hoarse and couldn't help but tremble with rage and sadness.
"I wouldn't dare touch your filthy food, Mudblood," Dolohov sneered. "I wanted to see what horrible foods you eat." He opened the refrigerator door. Hermione fought back another scream. Her parents had died just now and this twisted Death Eater was going to scold her on her eating habits. "Cream cheese is unhealthy, Mudblood. No butterbeer or whiskey makes a poor meal, you know. And–"
"Dolohov," Bellatrix hissed with impatience.
"Fine, fine," Dolohov muttered sulkily, slamming the door shut so hard that the frying pan on the stove shook. "Let's go."
Amycus roughly jerked Hermione close to his body and the two Disapparated, followed by Bellatrix and Dolohov. Hermione felt sick at the whirling, spinning sensation and nearly fell onto her hands when she landed on the stone floor. "Up, Mudblood." Bellatrix yanked her hood harshly and she gasped for air, stumbling to her feet. "Come on, you're going to see the Dark Lord now."
Amycus pushed open a heavy stone door, and Hermione looked up. The sight that met her eyes was…terrifying. Voldemort sat on a throne, Death Eaters kneeling next to him. Bellatrix immediately bowed down, Amycus and Dolohov following her lead. "Bow, Mudblood," Bellatrix snarled, pushing her to the ground again.
Titters rose from Voldemort and his followers. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Dearest Bella, what prize have you brought me?" He peered at Hermione, red eyes interested. "Harry Potter's friend, isn't it? The Mudblood? Well done, Bellatrix. Rise, Mudblood."
Amycus yanked her to her feet and she stumbled to the Dark Lord. "What do you want?" he spat.
Voldemort smiled thinly. "Oh, yes, you're not supposed to talk unless spoken to, Mudblood. That calls for punishment. Crucio!"
Hermione screamed as she was hit with the Cruciatus curse for the first time. Her bones were twisted into directions she never felt possible. Her muscles burned with effort. Voldemort released the curse and Hermione collapsed to the ground. "We'll keep you safe, Mudblood. Do not fear of being killed. We plan to use you as…bait for your precious Potter friend. Take her down to the dungeons. Same cell as the other prisoner."
"No!" Hermione cried, but Bellatrix hissed at her and shoved her down the stairs. She tumbled all the way down, knowing she would have bruises all over her body the next morning. Bellatrix inserted her wand into the hole and the door swung open magically. "Stop it!"
"In!" Bellatrix cackled. "I'm sure you'll enjoy…the other prisoner. Have fun, Mudblood." The door swung shut, and Hermione got to her feet.
"Who's there?" A familiar voice echoed across the walls.
Hermione gasped as she realized who it was. The white-blonde hair, pale skin, and striking gray eyes were all so familiar… "Draco?"
Mwahaha, I'm so evil…it's a cliffie! I hate cliffies too though :) Don't worry, I'll post soon! Remember to review and tell me your opinion. Should I continue? Is this story shit? Do you like it? Your opinion will be greatly appreciated.
