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Chapter 2: Remember

Hermione could hear voices around her, she was on a cold stone floor and every part of her body ached. She tried to recall the last thing she remembered. It all came back to in rush, she had been by a small river trying to catch some fish for supper. She hadn't wandered too far from camp so she wasn't too worried.

But then she heard several pops like gunfire, she glanced around quickly, Death Eaters; they were only a few yards away from her. She drew her wand and then took off. She ran for all her life was worth and then they caught her. She must have passed out after being tortured. She cursed herself for her weakness, how could she let them get her?

Hermione laughed merrily with her friends, it was summer break and she was at a park with some of her muggle friends not too far from her home. She had spent the night with them at her friend Annie's house. It was nice to just take a break from the war sometimes and pretend that the ugliness of battle hadn't touched her. But she knew it wouldn't last long. In just a couple short weeks she would be returning to Hogwarts for her 6th year. What would be waiting for her there she didn't know but right now she didn't have to worry about it so why should she?

"Hermione!" She glanced around to see who was calling her name. It was then that she saw Remus Lupin walking towards her. "I'll be right back guys!" She called to her friends and then walked over to Lupin.

"Hey, Remus, what are you doing here?" She asked lightly giving him a hug.

She looked up at him and saw a great amount of sorrow and pity filled the grey orbs.

"What's wrong? What happened?" panic started to rise in her.

"Her-Hermione," he choked, It's your parents…"

She shook her head, No, No this couldn't happen not now!

She took off. She ran as fast as she could towards her home. Please god, she thought, please not them. She burst through her front door.

"MOM? DAD?" She screamed running into the kitchen.

"Hermione, you can't be in here." It was Mad-Eye. He tried to user her back out of the kitchen but it was too late, she saw them. She broke free of Mad-eye's grasped and ran toward her Mother.

She was laying on the floor, her eyes wide and empty a small trickle of blood coming from the corner of her perfectly painted lips.

"NO! NO! NO! WAKE UP! MOM PLEASE! MOMMY!" She shook her mother's lifeless body as if it would somehow bring the life back into her. She then moved to her father she laid her head on his chest screaming and crying begging him to wake up. But he lay still. Finally Lupin pulled her off of her father, her body limpas her sobs wracked through her. He picked her up and carried her out of the house.

"Why?" She asked. "Why them?" She sobbed.

Remus only shook his head, his own tears starting to fall down his cheeks. He then turned and apparated them away.

"The Dark lord wants to see her now, so you had better find a way to get her up."

Hermione was then heaved up to her feet and slapped, hard. She could taste the bitterness of the blood from her cheek as it split open.

"Wake up girl, the Dark Lord Wants to see you."

The man looked familiar, maybe Goyle Sr.? She didn't have time to really think about it as she was dragged into what she assumed was the dining room. The ceilings were incredibly high with elegant arches and a large window at the end of the room. There was a long solid oak table that took up most of the room that looked as if it could seat almost 20 people, and sitting at the end of the table was none other than Lord Voldemort himself.

Hermione cast her eyes down as she was dragged closer and closer to him. She tried to kick her legs to get away but to no avail. She was thrown down on her knees in front of his throne like chair she shot her eyes up to him in defiance but quickly looked away. Those red eyes were just too disconcerting. It was like the evil in him radiated through his eyes penetrating into her very being.

"Well, well look what we have here, the bookworm of the Golden trio. Filthy little mudblood thought she could give my servants the slip, didn't you? Your friends couldn't do it, what makes you think you could?" he laughed mercilessly. "If I remember correctly that little red headed brat was especially easy to catch, much like yourself." The Death Eaters that surrounded her laughed. "Now, where is Harry Potter?"

Hermione stayed silent. Inside she was raging. She knew if she said anything it would cost her dearly. It was best to remain in total silence.

"Answer me!" He roared.

She shuddered. She could feel his eyes boring into her. He grabbed her chin and roughly forced her to look at him, his hands were clammy and cold and his sharp nails dug into her cheek drawing blood. It was then that she felt it. Like a searing headache, he was pushing into her mind trying to find her secrets. She quickly through up her occlumency shields with all that she had. Every ounce of her magic flowing to protect her mind. She couldn't let him find the information he was so brutally looking for. He couldn't find Harry, Harry was their only hope; he was the last person in this world that she had left. Ron was gone, her parents were gone, and she wouldn't let this damn war take Harry to.

She could feel her shields weaken; the brutal attack was cracking her walls. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more of this, she felt a sudden surge of magic, something that felt as foreign as it did familiar. Whatever it was Hermione didn't hesitate to use it. She used this surge of magic and she built up her walls stronger than she ever had before. The new magic melding with her own, perfectly in-sync.

And then the oddest, sickest thing happened. Lord Voldemort laughed. It was a terrifying sound. It was more like a high pitched screeching if anything. The connection was broken and he threw her away from him.

Her body slammed into the cruelly hard marble floor landing on her already injured shoulder, she gasped in pain clutching at it.

"You will tell me where he is child." Voldemort sneered.

"Over my dead body!" She screamed, spitting at him.

Granted the spit may not have been her brightest idea but at the time she wasn't exactly thinking.

"That can be arranged! CRUCIO!" She wreathed in pain trying to hold in the screams from the pain that was wracking her body in white hot flames. As soon as the curse was ended she felt a white hot anger wash over her. What is it and that god damn curse with these people! She staggered to her feet her body still shaking with the after effects of the curse. Her mind and body screaming at her telling her to stay down, to submit, but she would not do it! She stood tall and held out her chin defiantly staring directly at Voldemort, pure rage and hate coursing through her body. This was the man responsible for all the pain and grief in her life. She could feel her magic crackling around her like a storm, lightning, waiting to strike. Just waiting to be released to wreak havoc on her victim. She had never felt her magic so strongly, so willing to bend to her will.

"You will never win; it's time for you to meet the devil as you will surely be welcomed by him and every other evil git in hell!" As she screamed at him curses were flying towards her from every direction and each one miraculously missed her. It was almost as if the magic surrounding her was acting as a shield. She could feel it begging her to let it go let it go wild. She had only a slight control of this raw uncontained magic that was riled inside of her.

"You think that you can take me Mudblood! You think you can defeat the great Dark Lord without so much as a wand? You will die as easily as every one of your comrades!"

That statement, that single sentence made her snap. She let the magic consume her, her head snapped back and she could feel the power course through every vein, every pore in her body exuded a blinding white light of power. Her eyes snapped open in Voldemorts direction. He stared at her in horror before coming to his senses and raised his wand.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A blinding green light rushed towards her as she shot out her own force of blinding magic towards him.

Suddenly everything froze; her blinding white light had illuminated the entire room, Voldemorts face frozen in sickening fury. Hermione glanced around there were Death Eaters frozen in mid-step running towards her wands raised and in some cases spells frozen in mid-air. Hermione felt oddly detached from the scene.

Then something caught her attention, something moving out of the corner of her vision. She turned her head slightly and noticed that it was a person moving slowly towards her. It was a beautiful lady dressed in a white gown that seemed to float around her. Not in an eerie, creepy way, but more like a soft breeze had simply picked her up and was moving her across the room. The lady in white slowly approached Hermione, she had long flowing blonde almost white hair with a pale complexion and high, defined cheekbones. The kind that would normally give off a haughty look, but somehow on her it just made her look even gentler. She had shockingly light blue eyes and a soft smile on her face. When she reached Hermione her smile widened. She placed a hand tenderly on her cheek, Hermione felt a chill pass through her as the contact was made. The lady was so beautiful and so delicate looking that Hermione felt if she so much as breathed the lady would be blown away. She was exuding a white light that was somehow softer than that, that filled the room.

" I am proud of you my love, you have suffered and endured so much that I wish I could take you with me, but it is not yet your time mon amor. You must keep going, but it is time for all to be revealed. I want you to know how sorry I am, for everything. But I love you, I am always with you."

She gently kissed Hermione on the forehead, a slight tingle washed through her body.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked softly. She was confused by all of this. "What will be revealed?"

The lady just smiled, almost sadly as she floated away from Hermione. There was sorrow in her eyes and something else that Hermione just couldn't place. And then she was gone.

Hermione was then flung into a wall, time was unfrozen. She crashed into the solid stone wall and slid down, unable to move she just lay there. She knew that curses were still being flung at her from every direction, but each spell again missed its mark.

"STOP! VICTOIRE!"

Suddenly she was scooped up in someone's arms. She looked up to see the face of her Savior. It was Lucius Malfoy. He was stroking her hair and crying out; "Victoire, Victoire, my baby sister!"

Hermione still couldn't move but if she could she would have tried to struggle away from him. He was obviously confused, or mad, or both! As she was thinking this her world once again started to slip away from her, black starting to creep its way into her vision. I have to stop doing this, she thought and then there was nothing.

A/N Thanks to those who read the first chapter and of course the awesome couple of reviews I've gotten! I finished this chapter a little early, it's not as long as I originally wanted but I felt it was a good place to end. Don't forget to R&R!