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Thanks again Laura xx Chapter 2
Lyra
She was snapped awake from her past to the sound of a dirty plate, with who knows what on it being pushed into her cell. This act was the only sign of time that she knew of. Time seemed to stand still here. Morning she thought. She looked at the plate in disgust and made no move towards it, knowing that it would be the only meal she would be getting. Her stomach rumbled and her body ached due to the lack of energy. Yet she still made no move to eat. She no longer saw the point, privately hoping one day her body would fail and she could finally sleep. Be with the ones she loved being at peace. Still there was still a small part of the young Hermione inside her that would not let her die. Keep strong, even if all hope was lost. She again looked at the plate in repulsion and slowly crawled over to it. Sniffing the brown lumpy liquid. She supposed it was some sort of stew long ago. Picking up the rotting wooden spoon moved the lumps around the plate, it was stiff and hardly recognizable as something you could eat. Sighing she attempted to put some on the spoon, slowly bringing it to her mouth. As soon as it hit her tongue she had to control herself from spitting it back out. She threw the plate and spoon to the floor. She suddenly remembered sitting in the grand hall at Hogwarts eating the delicious food. No she had to stop living in the past. Things had changed and nothing could be done to stop that.
(Flashback)
"Oh come on Ron, you don't honestly mean that?" asked Hermione. Her, Ron, Harry and Ginny Ron's sister were sat at the Griffindor table eating breakfast. Hermione and Ron were having a small argument about Hermione's organization of S.P.E.W.
"Oh come on Ron, it only involves two tea cozies and a dress" Ginny giggled. Which in turn set Harry off laughing also.
"I'm not doin' it Hermione you'll have to gag me, tie me up and drag me their kicking and screaming" Ron stated stuffing his face with toast.
"Fine, if you don't want to help then fine. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind. Would you Harry"
This caused Harry to choke on his slice of toast. After a few hard punches from Ginny on his back he was able to say croakily "Um, sorry Hermione but I'm really busy, I have leads on a Horcruxes and it's um really important to get it sorted first. I still don't know why you can't get Ron to do it. He is your boyfriend after all." This made Hermione blush and the tips of Ron's ear to turn pink.
"Well, that is to say…"
"That wiped the smile of your face didn't it Ron" Ginny laughed. "Don't worry Hermione we can curse them when they least expects it. I wonder if there's a spell to glue clothes to people? Humm…" Ginny wondered pretending to get lost in thought. Ron looked horrified and glanced at Harry to see the same expression on his face. Both girls giggled at this.
"I'd better get going to the library. See you guys later" she gave Ron a kiss on the cheek causing his ears to turn a deeper shade of red.
"But Hermione it's the third day of term we haven't been given any homework" stated Harry.
"I know. Bye"
(End flashback)
"Not eating again? Tut tut. What are we going to do with you mudblood?" a foul unshaven man had entered without her noticing as she had been facing the back of her cell. She didn't answer him. She knew what was going to happen next. He and maybe others would take her into a room upstairs and take away a part of her soul, self-respect and dignity. Even though she had lost her body to them, emotionally every time felt like the first, hurting her inside. A feeling of hatred, guilt, and self-loathing trying to claw it's way out of her.
It had been this that had broken her into Azkaban. She realized the more she struggled and fought, the more often and rougher they become. Like one had said, they liked a challenge and one with spirit. Little did they know how fragile her spirit was, they soon concord it. She became quieter and more drawn in. Soon she barely spoke and no longer showed emotion in hope they would leave her alone. They took her less often but they never stopped.
"Now don't look at me like that. We're not having fun today. We've got you a little present. A new room mate." He pulled in a girl who was roughly the same age as her. She had long brown hair that was swept into a bun, but was now loose and untidy due to what looked like she had been in a struggle. She like Hermione when she came here had ropes tied round her wrists. The man untied them and pushed her into the cell.
"Have fun" he cackled. In reply the girl threw herself and all her strength at the door screaming in rage. After a few minutes of screaming she took some deep breaths, in an attempt to calm herself. She slowly turned herself around to look at the person she was to share this hellhole with.
The girl looked at Hermione in shock, her face showed fear for a moment at the sight of her and what she may soon become. She gazed at Hermione's ragged clothes, the same she had worn when she entered. They were torn and filthy. Her jeans now had rips all up the legs and just covered what it was supposed to. Her t-shirt the same if not worse and covered her barely. She had tried to maintain as much dignity as possible at first, but soon gave up.
The girl slowly sunk to the floor against the wall opposite Hermione. The two girls sat staring at each other for a few minutes deep in thought. Hermione couldn't believe it. She never believed she would share her cell with another human being. She had nearly forgot there was an outside world altogether. She wondered why the girl was here and who she was. Did she still have hope? She wouldn't for long she thought. The girl she noticed was beautiful, this answered her question. No she wouldn't last long in here. The girl had a natural beauty about her; although her hair was messy it still if possible enhanced her looks. She had bright blue eyes, which reflected a small amount of light, from the small window on the door, which had been left open. Silently Hermione hoped that it might finally mean that the guards wouldn't see her as fun anymore. It was a sickening thought of what the girl had to come but the only hope she had felt in over a year.
The girl at last finally spoke. Her voice held strength and vigor. Reminding her of what she was like when she first entered.
"How long have you been in here?"
Hermione sat up. Nobody had spoken to her as a human being for a long time and it took her a while to find her voice she had not used for months.
"I …I don't know"
"Do you know when you were brought in here?"
"During the battle… the one against the Dark Lord." She replied.
The girl gave a small in take of breath. "That was almost a year and a half ago."
"Was it? Seems like a lifetime ago. Time stops here. You'll soon see" they both fell silent for a few minutes.
"So what's your name?" the girl asked.
Hermione who was gazing at the floor looked up at her. She did not expect a conversation with this stranger. To be treated as an equal.
"Prisoner 709. You?"
"No you're real name. Not the number the bastard deatheaters give us" her voice held anger which stood out from Hermione's emotionless voice.
"Oh. Hermione. Hermione Granger"
The girl again gave another gasp. "What Hermione Granger as in Harry Potters girlfriend?" She sat up and moved closer towards Hermione.
"What. No."
The girl looked deflated at this.
"I was never his girlfriend but I was one of his best friends."
At this the girl became energized once more. "I thought you were dead. You have been a great aspiration to so many people, you and Harry Potter. If people knew you were alive it would bring so much hope to our people in defeating Voldemort."
Hermione flinched at the name and moved further away from the girl.
"What's the matter? You have fought against him and his followers all through you school life. You came face to face with him a year and a half ago. How can you be scared of a name? I thought you of all people would understand that"
This statement unexpectedly brought up anger that was buried deep inside of her. She suddenly felt more alive then she had for months.
"What did you say?"
"Why do you fear a name when you have faced him and fought against him?"
"Have you every seen the Dark Lord? Have you fought against him?" she asked slowly.
"No but-"
"Then you have no idea what I have been through have you. Everyone I have ever loved has been murdered. Everything I have worked for destroyed. I have been locked in here for a year and a half. I haven't seen sunlight for months. I have been abused and treated like an animal, all because of this one man. I have been feeling never-ending pain because of this man. He has no soul and emotion. He has killed men and laughed as their bodies crumple to the ground. I have seen his face and his eyes are filled with nothingness! Have you ever felt so scared that you feel you may die of fear? Have you ever felt so lonely and worthless that you no longer see the point of living? No! Then you have no idea why I flinch at the name the man who has ruined my life and torments my dreams." Hermione was now standing shouting while tears flowed freely down her face. She barely finished when she fell to the floor sobbing as the girl looked on in horror.
"I'm… I'm so sorry I had no idea. I should known." She crawled over to Hermione and slowly placed a hand on her back in an attempt to comfort her. "You are so brave to go through all that and still be here now living each day." After a few minutes Hermione looked up tears still streaming down her grubby face. She tried to calm herself from this sudden outbreak of emotion she had locked inside.
"Look I'm sorry upset you. I'm Lyra by the way. Lyra Whiteman." she looked sympathetically at Hermione, guilt plainly showing through her facial expression.
"I'm sorry to… it's not your fault I'm in here. It's just I've been in here so long, with out hope. I'm not who I once was anymore. I'm sorry." Hermione wiped away the tears from her face. Taking deep breaths. Her sudden out bust had caused something inside her to suddenly open. She felt new and strong. She felt trapped again alike she did when she first came here. She wanted to be left alone to think. Her head was spinning with thoughts and memories of her past.
"Are you ok? Do you want sometime to think?" Lyra asked.
"Yeah. Please I just need to get a grip of things. I've been feeling so tired and worthless for so long now. I just need some space." She picked herself up and moved to the far end of the room.
'What's going to happen now' she thought. 'I need to get out. I can't cope being in her anymore. I'm going mad already I can feel it. What am I going to do?'
She was feeling flustered and suddenly cluster phobic. She needed to get out. She felt like this for the next hour until she suddenly exploded. She stood up and flung herself at the door screaming. Lyra looked up in shock and grabbed her arms and tried pulling her away from the door.
"Stop it Hermione. Stop you'll make matters worse"
"How? I've been here for to long. LET ME OUT" she shouted banging on the door. After a few minutes of banging and shouting a key was heard in the lock. The door was flung open causing Hermione and Lyra to fall backwards.
"What the hell is going on 'ere" the guard was looking angry yet amused. He always found patrol duty boring. Hermione threw herself at the man. Lyra made an attempt to grab her arm to pull her back but to no prevail.
"Hermione no" was all she had time to say. The man just had enough time to react to the charging girl.
"Stupefy," He shouted, only the curse missed. "Stupefy, stupefy" He finally hit her when she was inches from him. She was flown backwards, knocked out.
"Now, when your mudblood friend comes round you tell her she's in trouble. She is going to suffer."
"Go to hell" she spat glaring at him.
"I'd be careful if I were you missy. Or you'll end up like her. It's best to do as you're told here and not make trouble."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she frowned.
"Nothing just a bit of friendly advice" his tone became quieter and less brutal "You're a pretty one and they're the ones they go for. Don't make a fuss and you may stay sane. Unlike her, they liked her. She never lasted long." He voice contained a little pity while he looked at her. "I may have done a lot of bad things in my life, but I ain't never treated woman like some others do. Remember keep you're head down, look you're worst and you might survive." With that he shut the door again.
Lyra sat there in shock about what the guard had said. She never expected a man who supported Voldemort to give her advice. She looked over at Hermione. She suddenly felt fear and pity. No wonder she was so broken inside if she was treated like that. She felt scared at the very prospect of it happening to her. She crawled over to Hermione and pulled a light ripped cloth, which she supposed was supposed to be her blanket. She rolled her over and gently placed it under her head. Leaning against the wall she shut her eyes attempting to stop the tears that had begun to leak from them.
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