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"Harry, are you sure the person was being tortured?" Ron said, making his way through crowds of students, the student not paying attention to the two of them at all, which they didn't mind at all.

"Ron, I saw it with my own eyes. I know what I saw," Harry said, dodging one particular student who was practically plowing through the groups of students, trying to get to his first class of the day.

"And are sure you didn't see the person face?"

"Yes Ron! For the millionth time, I didn't see the person's face," Harry said exasperated. "All I saw was Voldemort with his back to me and a person on the floor." The very thought of his dream made his scar prickle.

"Did you even hear a scream or anything?"

"All I heard was Voldemort's laugh," Harry said, a shiver going down his spine as Voldemort's laugh echoed through his head.

"Well do you think you should tell McGonagall?"

"I suppose so. I can visit her before dinner. All of her classes should be over by then." And with that Ron nodded and their walk became silent as they made their way to the dungeons.

The door to McGonagall's office slowly opened and Harry poked his head through, standing halfway in the office. He looked around the neat office before stepping in all the way, straining his neck to look all around the office.

"Professor McGonagall?" Harry called out, thinking that she was in her sleeping quarters or some strange secret room.

"Professor McGonagall?" he called out again, taking a few steps away from the door, his brow creased in confusion.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry huffed in frustration and made his way to leave when a voice sounded behind him, making him jump and turn around quickly with his wand pointed in front of him.

"Harry, my dear boy. To what do I own the pleasure of this visit?" Once Harry saw that it was only Dumbledore's portrait, he released the breath he didn't realize he was holding and put his wand away.

"Sorry, Professor. I was just looking for Professor McGonagall," Harry said sheepishly, cursing himself for being so jumpy.

"Ah do not worry at all Harry. But I hate to inform you that Minerva had to step out for a little. But you do know Harry, that I as well can sometimes be very helpful," Dumbledore said with a small smile, leaning forward in his portrait.

"Well you see Professor, I had a…um…dream last night," Harry said, stepping closer to the portrait of his dead mentor.

"Ahh and what was this dream about Harry?" Harry took a deep breath.

"I was staring at them, Voldemort and the person that is, like I was maybe 10 feet away from them. Voldemort's back was to me but I could see he was torturing someone and…and he was laughing. He was talking to the person I think because I think I could see the person talking back. Then he starting torturing the person again and…and then I woke up," Harry finished lamely.

Dumbledore nodded and stroked his white beard. "And you didn't see the person's face?" Harry shook his head and looked away before looking back quickly.

"Professor, I think Voldemort's planning something. This is basically the first dream that I have had all year and… and I think he actually wanted me to see it."

"Yes, I do believe so Harry," Dumbledore said, still stroking his beard.

"But that's not the thing that scares me the most, Professor." There was a pause as Dumbledore looked down at Harry, who had his gaze pointed to his feet. Harry looked up at Dumbledore and swallowed a lump stuck in his throat.

"What if the person in my dream was Hermione?"

"Harry, we cannot jump to conclusions. We cannot just assume-. "

"But what if he has her! We have to go rescue her! She could be seriously hurt!"

"Harry!" Dumbledore said over his ranting, his voice firm yet gentle. "You cannot just run to Voldemort randomly. You can't run straight into a fight." Harry looked down, a blush creeping up into his face and flashes of the Department of Mysteries popping into his mind.

"But what if he has her Professor?"

"Have a little faith in Miss. Granger, Harry. She is indeed a very clever witch."

"But what if he's had her all this time?"

"I highly doubt that statement Harry. I do believe that Miss. Granger left on her own accord."

"But what makes you so sure?"

"I have my reasons Harry but I do suggest that you should go down to dinner. I believe it should be starting soon. And you do look a little skinnier sense the last time I saw you," Dumbledore said, a gentle smile on his face. Harry nodded.

"Of course Professor. Thank you," Harry said, starting to walk to the door with Dumbledore watching him from his portrait. Just as Harry was about to reach for the doorknob, he turned around to look at Dumbledore again.

"Oh, Professor, about the horcruxes. I just wanted to say-."

"Yes Harry, I know. But at some point in everyone's lives, a little help is greatly needed. And you shouldn't be sorry about that. Now I suggest you get to dinner before all the good food is gone," Dumbledore said. Harry smiled and opened the door, just about to slip through it when Dumbledore spoke again.

"Remember Harry! The storm will always pass, no matter how bad it gets." And with that, Harry could have sworn that the familiar twinkle appeared in Dumbledore painted eyes before he nodded and slipped out of the door.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes and closed them again, too tired to even move her head. Her back was against the wall, propping her up in a sitting position. Her head was leaning back against the wet wall and her breathing was deep yet also painful every time she sucked oxygen into her lungs.

She had been in this small, dark, damp room ever sense her little "meeting" with Voldemort and by now, she was getting claustrophobic of being locked in here. Her muscles ached to move but she knew if she did, she would just send pain shooting through her.

She guessed that she had only been trapped in here for a few days but that was just a wild guess. For all she knew, she could have been in here a week. But she based her guess on the Death Eaters that came down and gave her meals. She guessed that she got two meals a day, which really surprised her. She didn't expect Voldemort to be that generous, even if the meals only consisted of a small chunk of stale, nearly moldy bread, and a small cup of water in a dirt covered cup.

Every time the Death Eaters came to give her food, they would always give her a good, hearty kick, either on her side or leg, just for the fun of it, she guessed. And to make matter worst, they would always place the food the farthest they could from her, making her have to move and aggravate her healing wounds.

Even though her wounds were healing fast, they still hurt like hell. Her bruises were basically faded and every day, her muscles hurt a little less, though it was barely noticeable. After all, the Cruciatus Curse took a lot out of you. The various cuts she received from both the run in the woods and the confrontation with Voldemort were all together gone, some leaving faint scars that she knew would not last much longer. Her ribs, which she guessed were either cracked or broken, were basically healed, though they did cause a short, brief, sharp kind of pain to go through her chest every time she took a deep breath.

But her hand, her left hand, was the worst. It didn't even look like it had healed at all. The flesh, torn and twisted, around the hole in her hand was burnt and blackened, looking almost like Dumbledore's hand after the horcrux, except the flesh only around the stab wound was black. The wound in the middle of her hand had closer up so there wasn't a hole in the middle of her hand anymore the evidence of the hole was still there. The bones were broken beyond belief though they had started to heal but even then, Hermione didn't even attempt to move it; she just torn a piece of her already torn shirt off and wrapped it around her hand, trying to keep it as clean as she could.

Hermione licked her dry lips and swallowed, wondering when her next meal would come just as her stomach gave a rather large rumble. Hermione blinked a few times and tried to slowly shift in a more comfortable position, due to the fact that she had been leaning against the wall for hours on end.

Immediately, a hiss of pain escaped Hermione's mouth, both of her wrists burning intensely. Ever sense she had woken up after the torture session, silver bounds were around her wrists and they were chains to the wall, keeping Hermione from even moving farther than the door. That was the worst part about having the Death Eaters put her food so far away; that was mostly why she tried not to move so much.

Every time the silver touched her skin, an acidy burn tortured her nerves, burning her skin, making it red and raw. Hermione instantly stopped moving and leaned back against the wall, trying to keep her wrists from touching the cuffs but it was mostly impossible to not touch them at some point. They were loose but not loose enough to really avoid making it touch her skin and Hermione could already feel the blood running out of her wrist due to the fact that the silver touched her skin so much.

All of a sudden, Hermione heard voices and footsteps. Her heart leapt in her throat and her stomach gave a loud rumble at the same time, both scared to death and hoping that it was a Death Eater with food.

But then the footsteps stopped, probably in the hallway before her door. Suddenly, voices rang out and Hermione strained her ears to hear what the Death Eaters were saying. She closed her eyes and focused everything on her hearing.

"So why do we have to stand here anyway," the first Death Eater asked, sounding too young to be a part of Voldemort's ranks. "I mean it's not like she can escape," he continued and Hermione strained her ears even more.

"Oh quit complaining! Do you always have to complain about everything?" the second Death Eater said, his voice a little deeper but still sounding young. The second one was obviously the older and more dominant one though.

"Still I don't see why we have to stand here," the first one complained, his voice slightly whiny.

"You can't question the Dark Lord's reasons. Just do what he asks." Hermione heard an exasperated sigh escape the first Death Eater and a dull thwack indicated that the older Death Eater had indeed hit the younger one.

"So how long are we gonna have to stand here," the younger one pestered after a few seconds of silence.

"Until we are ordered to leave," the older one growled. They was a long pause between the two.

"Do you know when the mudblood leaves?" the younger one said, apparently a little too loudly because the other Death Eater shushed him.

"Are you daft? Lower your voice!" There was a short pause. "I heard that she's going to go with the Dark Lord to Hogwarts. Apparently, the Dark Lord has a plan to finally end Potter. It's about time I think."

"When is the attack?" the younger one said quietly, so quietly the Hermione could barely hear him, but he definitely sounded excited.

"I have no clue, probably soon though. Now shush and stand there quietly."

Once the conversation ended, Hermione's eyes shot open, her breathing slightly ragged from fear. Her eyes were glassy as she thought about all of her friends and teachers at Hogwarts fighting on the once peaceful ground, unprepared and surprised about the attack. She could just imagine Voldemort sneaking up on them at night while everyone was asleep.

A deep growl suddenly sounded in her throat before she could contain it. She couldn't let that happen, not when she knew it was going to happen; not when she could do something. Her breath caught in her throat and she chocked back a scream as she tried to pick herself up, the silver burning her skin and her muscles screaming. She fought back hot tears as she pushed herself up, forgetting all about her injured hand and making the tears finally fall as pressure was put against her left hand, mixing with the pain from her wrists, ribs, and muscles.

She fell against the wall, her legs crumpled beneath her as she held her hand to her chest. But she didn't give up. It took her nearly five times before one giant push lifted her off the ground and she rose unsteady to her feet, nearly falling over before she unknowingly grabbed a hold of the silver chain that connected her to the wall. With a short, quick yelp she released her hand and looked at the pink skin on the inside of her hand, thankful that she only held on for a second or so.

She quickly looked to the door, her jaw clenched and her head spinning and pounding. After she was certain that no one had heard the commotion that she caused just to get up off the floor, she looked back at the chains, fear and doubt bubbling up inside her. She swallowed hard and looked down, a determined look set hard on her face. Her hands were at her side and blood was dripping off her fingers from her wrists and her hand wound, which had been aggravated in the many attempts to stand.

Hermione gritted her teeth hard and bit her lip. With one hard tug, her bounds hit against her skin and she nearly screamed in pain, squeezing her eyes together hard. She tugged and pulled against the chains but they held. Tears fell hard and a sob escaped her clenched teeth as the blood fell from her burning wrist, the smell of her burning flesh starting to reach her nose.

She tugged and tugged, the taste of blood now in her mouth from biting her tongue to hard. After a few minutes of useless tugging and pulling against her restraints, she stopped and leaned against the wall, her wrists so painful that black spots appeared in her vision. She took deep breath, not even noticing the short pain that went through her chest.

She clenched her teeth again and stood up again, swaying slightly. The thought of Hogwarts flashed though her mind and anger bubbled to the surface at the thought of Voldemort killing all of her friends. With a growl much like a wild, caged animal, she practically threw herself forward, struggling to break the chains, blocking out as much pain as she could. After all, she would rather have this pain then have her friends be dead.

Suddenly, Hermione lose her balance and almost fell to the floor but managed to catch herself just in time. She was now standing sideways with only one arm still connected to the wall by the evil silver chains. She brought her left hand in front of her, the torn piece of shirt now soaked in blood.

She looked at the chain that still dangled from her wrist. The cuff around her wrist was still there as well and it seemed that the chain broke in the middle, due to the fact that a small part was hanging from Hermione's wrist and the other side was hanging limply against the wall. Hermione looked over at the door to make sure no one had heard her this time and then looked back.

She tugged her right arm out and held the chain to its maximum length. It only took one well placed kick to break it, only leaving a few links from the chain hanging from her wrist.

She didn't waste any time. As soon as she was free from the chains, she immediately ran to the door. She held her ear against it and after a few seconds of silence, she removed her ear and grabbed the knob, smearing blood against the door. Apparently, and to Hermione's joy, the idiot Death Eater who last entered her cell didn't lock the door. Or maybe they didn't because they didn't think that she would escape. On that thought, Hermione smiled and opened the door as quietly as possible, remembering that there were Death Eaters in the hall.

She poked her head out of the door and eyes the pair of young Death Eaters standing in the middle of the hall, one of them leaning against the wall looking ahead of him while the other stood there with his arms crossed. Both looked relatively short statured but that could be just because they were young and still growing. She made sure that they were both not looking and then slowly slipped through the small opening in front of her, avoiding hitting her wrists against the edge of the door or wall.

She stopped once she got outside the door, looking at the pair of Death Eaters ahead of her and holding her breath. Slowly, she brought her foot forward and placed it quietly on the ground, leaning forward with painful slowness. Literally, the slow movements were just aggravating her muscles even more but she just clenched her teeth and took another step, careful not to make a sound.

All of a sudden, the Death Eater leaning against the wall moved and Hermione froze, her already pale face paling even more, making her look like her skin was made of paper. Her blood ran cold as she watched the Death Eater move off the wall and stand straight ahead, not even looking back once. These Death Eaters are more stupid then I though, she thought to herself, unconsciously letting a tiny, almost soundless, breath of relief out.

She quickly regained focus though and started creeping forward again. Painfully slow step after painfully slow step, Hermione closed the short distance between her and the young pair. Hermione held her breath and took a step, preparing to take out the first Death Eater with a good smash of the head to the wall.

Just as she rose her hand to grab his head and force it into the wall, her foot moved to the side, creating a soft scuffing noise but nonetheless, it caught both of the Death Eater's attention. Both Death Eaters turned around and sent a curse, the wands almost hitting her as she dove to the ground just as two yellow curses flew above, hitting the door which she had just escaped from.

Hermione quickly swung her legs around, catching one of the Death Eaters in the shins and causing him to fall to the ground, dropping his wand. Just as she was scrambling to her feet, the other Death Eater grabbed her shirt and forced her up against the wall but she aimed a well placed kick in his "special spot" and he fell to the ground, bent over in pain. The Death Eater that she had knocked to the ground first was scrambling to his wand but a well aimed kick to the head made him cease to move, his hand only inches away from the wooden stick.

Hermione quickly scrambled to the wand and turned around only to have a fist come out of nowhere and catch her in her cheek, slitting her lip. Hermione fell sideways, dropping the wand in her hand. Once on the floor, she felt a foot press down hard on her sternum. She looked up to see a furious Death Eater above her, breathing heavily and slightly shaggy brown hair falling in his eyes, with his wand pointed straight at her face.

"Let's get you back in your cell now, shall we?" the Death Eater spoke. He opened his mouth again, probably to say a curse, but that Hermione would never know. Just as his mouth opened, Hermione grabbed his ankle and twisted it around. A sharp yelp of surprise and pain echoed through the hall as he fell on his back, his wand dropping out of his hand and rolling to the beginning of the staircase.

As soon as he hit the ground, Hermione lunged and grabbed the wand she had originally had and before the still conscious Death Eater could move, a Stunner shot out of the tip of the wand and hit him, rendering him unconscious.

Hermione, who was breathing heavily, stared at the two unconscious forms on the ground and guilt welled up inside her before she quickly pushed it down, knowing that this was not the right time. She quickly grabbed the other wand near the staircase, now holding both wands in her right hand. With only one thought in mind, she spun around only to fall onto the floor. She cursed loudly as she now knew that Anti-Apparation Wards were up and she stood up, knowing that she would now have to find a new way out. As quickly as possible, she raced up the stairs, ignoring the burning in her muscles and trying to ignore the agonizing pain in her wrists and hand.

Once she got to the top of the stairs, she stopped and put her ear to the door, trying to hear if anyone was in the next room. After a few minutes, she straightened up and grabbed the handle of the door, pushing it slowly and cursing silently as it didn't move. What she didn't understand is how they remembered to lock this one and not her cell door. Not that she was complaining or anything; she would just never understand how stupid these Death Eaters could get.

She shook her head and focused on the task at hand. She quickly performed a silent Unlocking Charm and smiled when a small click indicated that the door was now indeed unlocked. She took a deep breath and, after confirming that there was still no one there, she swung the door open fast, now confident as she now had a wand, well…two to be exact. But she was only met with an empty room as she burst out of the door with the wands pointed before her.

She looked around the room. The fire was now a dead pile of ashes and apparently, they had cleaned up from the little session she had had with Voldemort. But she quickly looked away, not bothering to waste any more time at looking around the room. She quickly went to the first door she saw, which was a door on her left and she waited a half-a-second before opening it.

The door lead her to a long, wide corridor, which was thankfully empty. The hallway was as equally dark as the room behind her and her cell. A few portraits with black borders were hanging up on the walls and tables with fancy vases on them were pushed to the sides of the corridor.

Hermione tore her eyes away from the decorations in the corridor and at a fast pace, she made her way cautiously down the long corridor with her wand ready and multiple spells on her tongue, just waiting to be spoken. Ahead of her, the corridor turned to the right and Hermione quickly backed into the wall, looking around the corner to see if anyone was there.

As soon as she saw that the corridor was empty, she started to move again, this time at a faster and more desperate pace. She practically ran down the corridor, looking for any way to escape. She ran past torch after torch that hung on the wall, being the only thing that provided her light.

She quickly turned another corner after confirming that no one was there. This time, there were stairs going both up and down at the end of the corridor. She ran to the stairs and before she could even think about it, she was practically jumping down the stairs, skipping two or three at a time. She jumped down the last five, landing in a crouching position before springing up again and looking around.

She didn't really pay attention to her dark, gloomy corridor before her because her eyes were only focused on the window on the wall in the middle of the corridor. She quickly ran to it and put the wands down, grabbing the bottom of it and pushing up with one hand. A growl sounded in the back of her throat as the window wouldn't budge. She pushed up harder with her right hand. After a few minutes of pushing it up with all of her strength, a crack sounded and the window slide open, the top of the window cracked terribly.

She didn't waste any time to even think about the fact that she probably should have unlocked it first, she just grabbed the wands and climbed out, rolling on the soft, green ground. As soon as she was out, she got up and looked around. A black metal gate surrounded the entire place, most likely Voldemort's hideout. She was standing at the side of the building and now that she looked at it, she saw that was place was huge. She evidentially only ran through a small part of it.

She looked away from the building behind her and pointed her wand at her wrist, the silver wrapped around her wrist falling to the ground. Once both of her wrists were free of the awful metal, the acidy, agonizing burn had left but a low grade burning still remained. Her skin was melted and burnt off and blood, both fresh and dried, coated her hands and wrists, a few streams running down her arm.

She quickly touched the tip of her wand and a soft, blue light wrapped around her wrist. Once it disappeared, the red, melted skin was somewhat healed, looking like the wound around her wrist had closed up a bit. She did the same to the other wrist and then to her hand. After she had healed herself slightly, not bothering to heal anything else, she pointed her wand at the gate and watched as the metal melted and a hole appeared.

She quickly escaped through the hole and was immediately engulfed by bare trees. Leaves coated the ground like a blanket and she just noticed that her breath came out in white puffs, her mind just realizing that the air was biting her skin like small teeth. She stood there breathing heavily on the leaf covered ground, staring in front of her. The thought of Hogwarts came to her mind again and she gripped the wands tight in her right hand, her left flexing a little. And with a determined glance, Hermione took off through the trees, the leaves getting kicked into the air as she took off, running as fast as she could.

A pale hand reached out and ran down the smooth scales of the giant snake sitting next to him. He sat in a chair, the room dark and bare, with not even a fire to provide a little light. His thoughts turned back to the attack that would soon happen and he smiled evilly.

He looked over at the snake next to him and the snake looked back at his, her tongue flicking out and a hiss sounding from her.

"Yesss Nagini. It will happen soon. In a couple days, the Boy-Who-Lived will be dead and we will rule," Voldemort said, only his words came out in a series of hisses. Nagini hissed back, her tongue flicking out and she turned and slithered away, coiling up the nearest corner.

All of a sudden, a knock sounded in front of him and Voldemort looked at the doors.

"Come in," he spoke. The doors slowly opened and a short, watery eyed man walked slowly in, nearly trembling in fear.

"My…my Lord," he said, kneeling in front of Voldemort and bowing low.

"What is it Wormtail?" Voldemort hissed impatiently.

"M…my Lord," Wormtail stuttered, "th…the prisoner ha…has escaped."

"WHAT!" Voldemort screamed, standing up from his seat, his robes flowing around him. The air seemed to crackle as Voldemort looked at the pathetic Death Eater in front of him .

"P…please My Lord," Wormtail started, cringing back slightly, his watery eyes looking at Voldemort warily.

"Crucio." Immediately,Wormtail's screams echoed through the room as he fell over in pain and withered on the ground. Once Voldemort stopped the curse, he looked at Wormtail trying to get up, sniffing slightly.

"How did she escape?" he demanded, starting to pace, his strides forceful and reflecting the anger he was feeling.

"She…she escaped her cell and knocked the two guards unconscious, my Lord. Then she ran off. We don't know how she got off the grounds."

"Why wasn't someone patrolling," Voldemort demanded.

"My…my Lord, we…we didn't know we had too," Wormtail stuttered.

"Crucio!" Wormtail fell to the ground again screaming but this curse only lasted for a few seconds before Voldemort stopped it.

"Go tell Lucius to gather the troops. We are paying Hogwarts an early visit."

"But…but how do you know she went there my...my Lord?"

"DON'T QUESTION ME WORMTAIL! JUST DO AS YOUR ASKED AND GO!" he roared and watched in satisfaction as Wormtail scurried up from the floor, positively trembling, and all but ran out the door, shutting it behind him. Voldemort looked over at his snake, who was now staring at him in interest.

"Come Nagini," he said as the snake slithered to him, "We have a prophecy to fulfill. Tonight…Harry Potter will die."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it! Please review and let me know what you think! I want to reach 100 reviews before this story is completed!