AN: I want to thank everyone who has been following this story thus far! I am absolutely love writing this one. Also, letting everyone know again, that there is OOC-ness.

Hermione hasn't left the bedroom that was given to her in a week. Too distraught to even think about seeing the two men are supposed to be keeping her prisoner, she stayed in her room. She had Missy bring her food for breakfast, skipping lunch, and for dinner.

After sobbing in Missy's arms, Hermione had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, waking up in the bed. At first, she had freaked out, thinking something had happened.

Missy had assured her nothing had happened, and that the two men had stepped out for the time being.

Now, after the first week, Hermione was a bit curious as to what was around her. In her room, there were bookcases filled with books. For the first time ever, she had no desire to read those books.

Pulling the bed covers off and to the side, Hermione quietly padded to the door. She pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear if anything was on the other side.

Nothing but silence.

Pulling open the door a crack, she peeked into the hallway. Nothing was there.

As silence had met her curiosity, she braced herself and went into the hallway, glancing about as she did.

She silently padded down the hallway, noticing her room was located in the tower.

"How ironic." She mumbled thinking of the princess Rapunzel, who was taken and place in a tower by an evil witch.

Shaking her head, she went down the stairs, noticing the lack of creaking.

Must be house elf magic, she pondered.

As she made it down the stairs, she heard a noise coming from a closed door, to the right.

Looking around, she carefully made her way to the door.

Curiosity killed the cat, she thought as her hand closed around the door handle.

She opened the door slowly, as if afraid of what will be behind it.

"You can come in, instead of creeping around." a deep voice sounded from inside the room.

Hermione startled before pushing the door all the way open. "Sorry." She whispered as she stepped through the doorway.

Fear made her pause just inside the doorway, looking at the man who sat behind a large wooden desk. As she studied him, she noticed that he seemed vaguely familiar to her. She really didn't notice when she was brought to the house, but she could swear she's seen him before.

Thorfinn sat before her, just watching her study him, with a peculiar look on her face. Finally, he realized why.

"Shock." He explained. Her eyes immediately went to his questioningly. "Shock makes you forget things. You were in shock when we brought you here. I can see you trying to figure me out. I think I can hear the gears in your head trying to turn." He chuckled softly.

Hermione's eyes widened slightly, her lips twitching up at the corners.

He noticed this, before continuing, "We went to school together. When you started I was already a fifth year. Graduating when you were in third."

Nodding her head, she continued to observe him as he spoke. "I was also, along with, uh, Antonin, well, we were the ones you had obliviated in that muggle cafe."

"I would say I'm sorry, but that would be a lie." She whispered harshly.

"As it should be." Another deep voice sounded behind her, this one with a hint of a Russian accent.

Screaming, she whirled around to face Dolohov who appeared directly behind her. As she whirled, she turned to make sure her back wasn't to Rowle, but to the side, so she was able to see them both.

This didn't go unnoticed by either men. Both narrowed their eyes slightly at the obvious fear on her face.

"What do you mean?" She asked, keeping her eyes on them both as Dolohov passed her on his way into the room.

Rowle's study, she surmised.

"Granger, you can sit down. No one is going to bite." Rowle stated.

Hermione snorted, "Says you. I was given to both of you, to what break? All for information I will not give."

"At present time, we aren't looking for information, are we?" Dolohov drawled.

Resigning herself, she settled into the chair that Rowle had indicated. As she sat, Rowle and Dolohov sat also.

"How am I to know you won't go poking through my head?" She snarked.

Rowle laughed, "For starters, I'm rubbish at Legilimency. Although, I'm great at Occlumency. Never really learned to get into one's head."

"And you?" She asked Dolohov.

Shrugging he answered, "I don't really care to see into people's heads. My mind overworks itself without having additional information added into the mix." At her confused look, he elaborated. "I have an eidetic memory. My mind never shuts up. Adding other people's memories, from Legilimency would just make it worse. So, no, I don't make it my mission to end up inside other's minds."

She nodded in understanding. "Okay then." Her eyes widened almost comically as something came to mind. "Rowle!" Rowle startled slightly. "I remember you. You helped me a few times reach books in the library at school because they were on the top shelves."

Dolohov chuckled, as his friend reached up and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Um, yeah."

"Sorry." She said meekly, looking down.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I did kind of hope you would figure it out eventually." Rowle said. "But can you call me by my first name? I'm not too fond of my family name."

Surprised, Hermione nodded, "What exactly is your first name?"

"Thorfinn."

Looking to the man who sat in the chair next to hers, she asked him, "Do you have a first name, or is your name just Dolohov?"

Thorfinn chuckled at his friend's stupefied look, before said friend answered the girl. "Antonin."

Thorfinn quickly went to grab some parchment off his desk, stopping immediately when Hermione flinched from his swift movement.

"Sorry." She apologized softly.

"Kotyonok, you have nothing to apologize for. We are at war." Antonin told her slowly, hoping she understood.

"I don't know if I can be in this house with you two." She started. Thorfinn inhaled sharply, while Antonin just stared. "I mean, we fought on opposite sides of the war. You guys are Death Eaters for crying out loud! Ant-Dolohov, you killed one of my friends!" She was crying by that point, almost sobbing as she explained.

"Are you talking about Lupin?" Thorfinn asked Hermione, who was trying to stop her sobs.

"Myshka, I didn't kill your werewolf." Antonin started. "I'm a former curse-breaker. I know my charms and spells. I only made it seem like I killed him by placing him under a modified stasis charm."

Hermione sighed in relief, eyes closing briefly. "Did it break?" She asked him, meeting his dark gaze with her own determined look.

He nodded, "Yes. It broke, it broke not long after we came here."

Her eyes immediately filled. "What about his wife?" She knew the answer, before she even asked her question.

"Bellatrix." Was all that was said.

Tears streamed down her face. Soon sobs torn through her body. She cried for Remus, Teddy and Andromeda. Remus, lost his wife. Teddy, he lost his mother, a mother he will never physically know. Andromeda, lost her daughter, her only child, killed by her sister.

After crying in front of the two men, Hermione stopped, hiccuping slightly. Wiping her hands over her face, she sniffled softly before clearing her throat.

Getting a determined look in her eyes, she met Thorfinn's gaze with her own. "I'm going to tell you something."

Thorfinn gulped before nodding, taking note of her dangerous look, sparks of magic flowing through her hair.

"I'm going to kill her. You are not going to stop me. If you try, I will kill you, in any way possible." Her voice cold and murderous. "Be it magical or the muggle way, you try to stop me, you will die."

With that, she stood from her seat, and walked out the door. As soon as it closed, Thorfinn and Antonin's eyes met.

"Damn."

"Shit."