Hermione's POV

I was back to the one place I feared the most, Malfoy Manor, I don't know how my life had come to this. I was the top student at Hogwarts and had such a bright future ahead of me, I was even known as the brightest witch of my age, but that's all gone now. I was just so tired of it all, tired of being a slave to the dark lord, tired of not know where I was or what was going on around me. I don't know how my life had come to this, but I Hermione Granger was now totally empty inside. I felt nothing, and that's the way it had to be now, because if I was not able to seal myself from the world, then I fear that I would not be able to live anymore. I mean death is almost more favorable than this. Right? After the dark side had won the war I was one of the few muggle borns that was taken into custody rather than killed on the spot. I feel as thought the ones who were killed right away had that better fate. While they got to be done with the nightmare of Voldemort's rule I had to suffer and be a prisoner to the most hatefully despicable man on the planet. I had undergone so much since the war had ended and I had fought for as long as I could, but being here in the place where it all started. I just couldn't fight anymore. I am now just a shell my soul and my heart have jumped ship, all that is left is my body and even that's broken.