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"Wakey wakey sweetheart" a man's sing-song voice drifted into her unconsciousness, stirring her back to the land of blissful sleep, where for a few hours she forgot everything. She uncurled herself slowly pulling herself to her feet slowly. Stiff from days in this cell. She turned around and gasped in shock.

"Colin? No, it can't be, he... he died", swallowing with grief at the remembrance of a bright eyed boy with a camera.

"The resemblance is strong isn't it?" The man asked with such bitterness in his voice, "Not that you would have any reason to know who I was. You barely knew Colin but he was devoted to you. To you three. He died for you for nothing. Nothing. You wouldn't know that he had a brother at home would you?"

Realisation slowly dawned in Hermiones' mind, "You're Dennis? Aren't you? His little brother? You fell in the lake when you first came to school and you came to the feast all wrapped in Hagrids moleskin coat."

"I see I did pass through your limited view then. Not that it matters. Nothing will matter to you soon." He said with a soft chuckle.

"What are you going to do to me? What have I ever done to you?" Hermione shouted at him, she threw a punch at him tried to dart round the side of him. It failed of course. She had never been one for fist fights, she preferred to use her wits normally but she was desperate. Grabbing her fist he shoved it behind her back, twisting her arm round. He pressed her face against the cold wall,

"Say you won't try that again." He said softly in her ear.

"Can't make any promises," she said shuddering.

He twisted her arm further round and she yelped in pain.

"Fine, fine I won't. Just let me go, please" She screamed. Of course if the opportunity came to escape that promise would mean nothing to her.

"Anyway I've got my orders. No lasting harm can be done to you unfortunately. Not yet." He said with a disappointed shrug, "Speaking of orders I've got to take you to the boss. Not the head of course she's far to important to deal with you."

"Deal with me?" Hermione spat out, "And how exactly are you going to deal with me?"

"That's for me to know and for you to dot dot dot" He said with a laugh.

"My friends will come for me. You know that right. And when they do you'll wish you were never born." She said softly, but she knew he had heard.

Dennis to start laughing was not the reaction she had been hoping for.

"Oh my dear, don't you know that's exactly what we're hoping for. You're just the bait. Soon we'll have all three of you. Maybe even more if we're lucky."

"Oh Dennis, I hope your not sharing all our secrets. She would not be happy about that would she know. And you of all people know what happens when she doesn't get what she wants. I guess that's a similarity between her and me." A young woman strutted along the dark corridor shaking out her long black hair.

"Pansy Parkinson. I should have known you'd be here."

"Well I wouldn't want to miss out on the show. Oh and Dennis" she said coyly running her fingers down his chest, "You've kept boss waiting for far too long. You can play with her later once her silly friends arrive. Besides," she pouted, tilting her head to once side, "You haven't come over in ages, I miss you." Her voice now always seemed to have a husky undertone as she looked up at Dennis, who, unlike Draco who had always been bored by Pansys attentions, looked at her with the same amount of flirty adoration that she looked at him with. Those two deserved each other.

"Well just wait for me to be finished with this mudblood and I'll be right over." He said giving Hermione a prod on the back with his finger.

"Good. Well Granger it was lovely seeing you in these circumstances. Hopefully I will see you again before well before whatever is going to happen to you happens." She said strutting away, sending Dennis another look over her shoulder as she turned the corner.

Dennis was quiet after she left, like she had taken some of his bravado and confidence with him. He just pushed her forward and they walked through the complex. It was huge, she was taken aback with the immense size of this operation. Everywhere she looked there was people. Mainly in the black masks that were a very unpleasant moment of déjà vu. However there were a few people maskless. Mainly she didn't recognise them but there were a few she recognised from the slytherin table in Hogwarts which didn't surprise her at all. As they passed the large dining room she ca gut sight of Crabbe and Goyle sitting there with plates full of food. Good to know nothing had changed there. She tried to concentrate on these small details so she thought less about the mysterious boss she was going to meet. By not thinking about it she tried to limit the damage that the paralysing fear creeping through her would have. She would not break and bend for these people. No matter what they did she would not break. She tried stop the endless lists of what ifs that kept slyly peeking through the fence that her brain had put up for protection. They came to a halt. In front of them was a large double door. Dennis faltered for a second before knocking clearly three times. The door swung open to reveal surprisingly a dining room, like one of those ones you got in 18th century houses. At the end of the long wooden table that stretched out in front of the door was a large chair with its back to them. On hearing their arrival it turned around revealing a familiar figure.

"Hermione Granger. We meet once more. Bit of a change from Hogwarts isn't it?"

Ahh sorry to leave it on another cliffhanger. Literally spent the entire time writing it wondering if I was going to be nice or not. Sorry/not sorry. But who is this fimiliar figure? Only time will tell.