The chapter starts from when we left Hermione's point of view, she has not escaped yet.

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HPOV

I pick up the quill and hold it above the page, poised and ready to write.

I am feeling so alone in here, abandoned. Even he has not been to see me in a while and I am unsure why, I do not know whether it's a good or a bad thing, whether or not I have done something to upset him, but right now I would take him over been stuck in this room.

I can't help thinking that all of this is my fault, if I had only tried harder, if I had only been braver perhaps Harry wouldn't had died and we wouldn't have lost, he was our only hope and now I and many others have to pay the price and pay dearly. There must be a way out of this, I need to come up with some kind of plan, I just don't know what yet, all I know is that I need to get out of this room, if I get out of this room I stand a chance.

I just feel….

I pause and take a deep breath, struggling to express my emotions. I hear a movement behind the door and my head snaps up, staring at it cautiously to see if anyone will enter, however I hear nothing further, perhaps there was no one there at all.

Even though I know if someone was to enter I would only be in pain one way or another, it's not like anyone I liked would walk through the door and yet I find myself slightly disappointed, this room is so lonely and depressing. I look down at the book and to my surprise there is unfamiliar writing on the page.

There is a way out, I can help you.

My eyes widen, worried that someone has seen what I have written, if they have seen and shown this to him then I will be in big trouble, they say they can help and if that's true then I have hope, I am slightly sceptical, sure this is some kind of trick, I debate quickly whether to reply or not but in the end I know I must take that risk or just end up regretting it.

I quickly scribble my reply.

Who are you?

That is unimportant, now do you want my help or not?

I don't even hesitate in my reply.

Yes.

Good. The door is unlocked and the charms are off.

What about the guards? I was sure that I had heard people moving around outside of my room before, so I know I am being checked on.

All of the death eaters are in a meeting, you needn't worry.

But..

There is no time to talk, go now if you want any chance of getting out.

Whoever is helping me must be close to the dark lord if they know the wards and how to take them down which only leads me to wonder why they are helping me.

But I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Thank you.

I write this before throwing the quill and book onto the bed, standing up and walking cautiously towards the door.

My shaky hand reaches out grabbing a hold of the handle and twisting it, sure enough it pops open with a click, I pull it open the door creaking and making me cringe as I pray that no one hears it.

Peering outside the room, I see no one and breathe a sigh of relief; perhaps I really had a chance. As I step out of the room I see my bag on the floor, the one that was confiscated from me when I first arrived, I smile brightly for the first time in a long time.

Picking it up and I creep down the hallway slowly, the glimmer of hope only growing stronger with each step that I take. I have no idea how to get out of here, but I assume that if I walk in one direction for long enough eventually it will lead me out of this hell hole.

The halls are eerily quiet and about five minutes later I am standing at the front door, I slowly open it, slipping out and gently closing the door behind me. I take in a deep breath of the air around me, it felt so good to be in daylight again, it was something I was beginning to think I would never see again.

I had never been so glad to see the cold, rainy English skies. I am not sure what wards are around the manor or if they have been taken down, but I am too weak to even try to apparate now.

So I take of running for the woods that surround it, as I enter I feel safer now that I am out of view but I know it won't be long until they realise I have gone.

I open my bag to check what supplies I have, finding all my potions, my wand and even some packets of food and drink. I sit on the nearest rock and devour the food as though I hadn't eaten in weeks and I hadn't not really, my food had been severely rationed for a while now.

When I am full I put the remaining food away and stand, feeling as though I could now withstand apparating. I close my eyes and think of the woods where we stayed before we were caught, my vision spins and I land with a thud on the floor, when I open my eyes I am amazed at what I see.

It worked, it really had worked. I close my eyes and then open again, half expecting to be back there, but I'm not, I recognize this place, our tent is still pitched, the camp is exactly as we left it before. I hadn't expected to get out of the grounds, but someone must have taken the wards down before I left, another sign that someone quite high up was helping me. But who?

I walk towards the tent and pull the opening back stepping inside, Harry and Ron's clothes are exactly where we left them, a pang of sadness overtakes me, I know that they are both gone now, but I would give anything to see them just one more time.

Flashback

Me and Harry sit at the table as we look at the map, despite our situation we are smiling and laughing.

"so have you found it yet?" Ron asks as he approaches the table.

Harry shakes his head quickly. "No wherever it is it must be hidden well" he says with a frown, running a hand through his messy hair as he always does when he's anxious. Then a small smile overtakes his lips as he bumps my shoulder playfully "If anyone can find it Hermione will through" he teases.

"Harry Potter don't think you're going to leave me here to look for it by myself" I playfully scold him.

He plays along, standing up. "Oh yeah and what you going to do about it?" he questions as he strides away from the table.

Oh it is so on. I rise running after him and jumping onto his back, wrapping my legs around his waist, he chuckles and grabs them, spinning me round and round in a circle, I laugh loudly, squealing as he drops me and I land with a thud on my arse. "Ouch Harry"

He looks guilty before jumping on top of me in a hug, knocking me to the ground, I wrap my arms around him even though I am squished. Even more so when Ronald jumps onto Harry.

"Ron you fat bugger, get off me" Harry growls and I just giggle, knowing I will never have friends like this again.

End flashback.

Memories overtake me, which only serves to make me sadder, it's true I will never be close to anyone the way that I was with them and I wouldn't want to be.

Trying not to cry, I glance at the bed, knowing I must get some sleep, I undress and pull on one of Ron's shirts, it was baggy and quite shabby but I liked it, before walking towards Harry's bed, I pull back the covers and climb inside, it still smelt like him and that was comforting. I curl up in a ball and cry, yet somehow I felt more connected, it's not long before I fall into a deep sleep, feeling much safer than I have for a very long time.

So not much action in this chapter, more of a filler than anything, but the next chapter should be a little more exciting.