Hermione slowly woke up. She was in a cement room and was hanging from the wall from her wrists. Aching pain was continuous from her shoulders and wrists where the large metal shackles were cutting off part of her circulation and the chains the were connected too looked impossible to break through without a wand. She sighed and winced as pain ran through her body.
Where am I? She thought miserably.
Slowly the large wooden door on the opposite wall opened and Draco Malfoy walked in. "Mudblood." He spat smirking smugly at her. "Welcome to the Dark Lord's house."
She didn't respond. It hurt to move, she didn't want to try and talk. "The Mudblood of the century, being held captive. How does it feel? No Potter to come and save you."
It's not true. She told herself. Harry and Ron will find me. They will. They have too.
"How does it feel Granger? Answer me. Crucio!"
Hermione felt the same pain she had on the battlefield, white-hot and unbearable. She couldn't help whimpering softly as tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the floor. "STOP!" She screamed.
Malfoy lowered his wand smiling. "No one's coming Granger. You've been abandoned. You're the Dark Lord's Mudblood now."
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Harry awoke feeling in a cold sweat, his scar searing with pain. He put on his glasses and rubbed his scar subconsciously.
He sighed. Was what he saw what was happening to Hermione? He prayed not. She's probably looking on us from… He shook his head trying not to think about her. Picking up his wand and focusing hard he turned on the spot and apparated with a loud crack.