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The Escape

She gazed around the deatheater lounge, it would've been cozy had there not been a cold edge to the whole atmosphere.

Red couches and arm chairs framed a rather large fireplace, no fire blazed in the hearth and that didn't help the cold, 4 deatheaters occupied the seating arrangement, all wearing the same uniform, heavy black robes and boots, the only way she could tell them apart from eachother was their hair and eyes, skin colour and voice and as she had finally finished looking them up and down she noticed they were having a conversation about ways of torturing mudbloods

'' Well personally I enjoy beating them till they can't yell no more, then I watch the silent tears drip from their eyes.'' One said,

''Naw mate what you wanna do, is 5 second crucios till you have 'em begging for the end.''

The conversation made her sick, and she had to hold back a gag as she concentrated on her plan. One deatheater paced the room, checking for any sudden noises or movements, he was stealthy, she'd admit that, but she had to be alot better.

Rethinking a good method of spreading the fire, she focussed on the furniture, if she could spread a little petrol around the room without it being seen, she could set it on fire and make a quick escape, the kitchens were less than a 7 minute run, close enough to run too, far enough to not catch fire fast.

The walls of the lounge were of course a dark, thick concrete. The floors however were lined with wooden planks ontop of the concrete to create atleast a little comfort, this was perfect, and if the fire was big enough it'd also be perfect.

Finally agreeing upon a good tactic she made her way towards the couch furthest from the deatheaters, they were laughing so loudly the slow dripping noise of petrol beneath the couches went unheard and hermione successfully made a circle around the 4 deatheaters.

Hermione took another deep breath,

''Pace yourself Hermione, Don't rush it''

She reassured herself. About to shoot out a fiendfyre she hesitated,

''Wait... But if i fire a fiendfyre there is a good chance i can't controle it... it'll go wrong, I can't fire it, I won't make it out alive... What can I do.. Think Hermione, Think''

And pausing to think, she realised an incendio could work, finally agreeing with herself she once again got ready and hiding behind the furthest couch from the deatheaters,

she pulled her wand out and fired a strong

''incendio''

towards the petrol, it immediately set alight and she quickly rushed out the room, hearing the panicking yells from the 5 deatheaters they struggled to tame it, it was no fiendfyre but to cast one was too risky in her situation. She ran out the door and rushed towards the kitchens.

''PUT IT OUT, PUT IT OUT''

She heard the screams burst from behind her, followed by rushing footsteps

''THEY'RE RUNNING TOWARDS THE KITCHENS''

She heard someone yell, her constant knocking of corners and doorways didn't help her situation and they knew which way she was heading. She raced through the corridors to the kitchens, one more doorway and she's be there. Gruff footsteps grew louder and they were right on her tail, she saw the closest deatheater reach out his hand and almost grab her, she dodged it and ran faster.

She couldn't be caught, not today, not ever, this was her way out, this was her way to freedom.

Panicking, she sped up and ran even faster, she burst through the door and locked it with a strong, dark spell.

Hermione was now in the kitchens, taking a second to glide her eyes around the room she realised it was smaller then she had thought, the walls and floors were the standard concrete tiles, cold, large and towering over her, but she wasn't intimidated, she was determined and this time she wouldn't fail.

Hermione gazed around the room and noticed the walls lined with rows and rows of cooking elements, fridges, cupboards, benches and more, so as she ran to the end of the kitchen, she had to do her best not to knock anything.

As she gushed through the kitchens all the house elves stood terrified and she heard them mutter things like

'' what is it? '' and

'' This is worse then the day I had to clean an old cell ''.

They all backed up into the walls, unaware of where the invisable intruder could be. She finally ran to the end when the door she had previously ran through burst open and 3 deatheaters ran after her,

''GET THE INTRUDER''

they yelled,

''HURRY UP MEN WE CAN'T LET THEM GET AWAY''

But it was too late, with a last deep breath, she swung the little kitchen door open and leaped out of it.

No less than a second had she leaped out did she realise how high up the kitchens were, she was free falling from azkaban and stared down at the sharp, vicious rocks, she was atleast 100 metres high up and she had less then 10-15 seconds till she met her end.

Then suddenly she had an idea, and with her wand out infront of her she yelled

''ACCIO FIREBOLT''

The great broom appeared in her hands and she swung onto it and flew away at an incredibly fast speed. Her fear of heights didn't help out, but still she flew on through the misty sky of dark evil fumes, she flew off and into hogwarts.

-O.O.O-

Hermione landed gracefully at the edge of the forbidden forest, and began to climb the stairs to the castle gates.

Hermione sighed as she passed hagrids shack, it had been burned down and it saddened her to see it in such a sad state. She made note of the deadly silence, chipped and destroyed stairs and the rubble everywhere.

This place was full of broken dreams and memories, she had grown up here, she had made friends and learnt just about everything she knew here.

And now standing here infront of her past, it was a mess, it wasn't her childhood it was her future and she felt her heart tighten and she became just that little bit colder.

She walked in through the front gates, it was just as she'd left it, if not a bit more demolished. The main structure was up, but bits of the walls crumbled, the paintings were skew and if she were her old self, maybe she'd stop to put them straight, but hermione had no time for this, she knew it and gradually picked up the pace.

Hermione stepped into Dumbledore's office, this was the most exquisite office she'd ever seen despite the clutter she had always loved it, the crazy ornaments and gadgets never failed to amaze her and being here reminded her of the time spent with the old headmaster.

The sound of footsteps brought her out of her memories and she became confused, who could be here? No one came here, but by the sounds of it someone was.

Hermione crouched behind a pile of books and a world globe, and watched as the staircase swirled downwards to reveal the unexpected guest.

Her wand at the ready, a tall-ish older woman with grey hair and black robes strode in, looking a tad on edge, or nervous and hermione almost choked when she realised it was Mcgonagall, slowly Hermione edged closer to Mcgonagall making sure to keep hidden.

Mcgonagall seemed to be searching for something, just as she had gotten close enough she knocked a book over and Mcgonagall swirled around within a flash, wand out and pointed

''What do you want?''

She asked, searching the area the book had fallen, slowly she edged closer until she was staring straight down on hermione,

''Hermione?''

She asked, shocked and amazed. Hermione stared straight up at her old proffessor and stood up to smother her in a hug,

''Professor, It's been so long, what happened? Why are you here? What are you looking for?''

Her mind bursted with questions but Mcgonagall didn't answer any of them, instead she looked at the girl with a smile and said

''I'll tell you what you need to know, but not here, it's not safe here Hermione. Alot has changed since you left you see.

Hermione followed Mcgonagall through the many hallways of Hogwarts, she wasn't quite sure where Mcgonagall was leading her but the professor seemed to be a bit on edge, not herself.

Hermione couldn't figure what seemed to be so different about her, but she brushed it off and put it down to the fact that she hadn't seen her in so long.

Walking through the old halls of Hogwarts, Hermione reflected upon all the beautiful memories of her time here, like the time when her and Harry had gone back in time using the time turner, it wasn't perfect back then but it was better then this.

Back then they had more great times then bad times, things were definately hard sometimes but they could always end the night with a good book or a round of wizards chess, even if Ron always won.

Hermione gazed upon the walls of the halls, some of the paintings were gone, she couldn't think of how they'd have gone or who'd have taken them but with any luck they were in a better place.

Hermione glanced around her, they were at the door of murtles bathroom.

Hermione couldn't think of why they could be here, Mcgonagall was standing at the sinks, standing infront of the sink with the familiar snake on it, she knew this Harry had described it to her after he had gone up against tom riddle, this could only be the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

Hermione stared up at Mcgonagall questioningly, she was still trying to work out what was so different, but she couldn't work it out.

Hermione tried to think of reasons herself, why Mcgonagall could bring her here.. why were they here? What was she doing? Mcgonagall couldn't possibly know... Hermione was brought out of her questions as a familiar hissing noise filled the room and she almost choked when she realised it was Mcgonagall.

''Professor... How...?''

She was cut off as Mcgonagall looked down at her, grabbed her arm and together they plunged down into the chamber of secrets.