Hermione's heart stopped as the green flash died down. There was silence after that. She was glad that she had been frozen, or else she would surely make some sort of shriek and blow her own cover. She suddenly realized her hands were clapped over her mouth. The spell had been broken. Her heart sank when she realised that the woman had been killed.

"Spread out, she's here somewhere."

The sound of their heavy footsteps spread out in different directions. She knew she had to act fast. But how many of them were here? Were there more outside? What if one of them were right outside the door? There was no way she could take on all the death eaters with no wand.

Then she realised, the woman's wand!

It was decided. Hermione took deep steadying breaths and cupped her hand around the doorknob. She twisted the handle only for it to lock in place. "No, no.." She whispered, pressing her body weight against the door, trying to shift it. But no luck. She wasn't giving up that easy. She knew this was probably her death sentence, but sooner of later they would find her if she stayed here.
She closed her eyes and stepped backwards. She ran forward and rammed the door with her shoulder. It shifted for a moment. She tried again. And again. And again. Until CRASH!

Hermione tumbled forward on top of the wooden door which crashed the the floor. Adrenaline pumping, she leapt to her feet. The woman's body was still in the doorway; eyes wide, mouth open and skin a ghostly white. Hermione knew she had to act fast. Her escape from the closet wasn't exactly graceful or discreet. She rushed over to the curled up body and began searching for the wand. She ignored the knotting in her stomach and cold sweat forming on her forehead as she clumsily fumbled her way around the dead body. She had to contain her cry of joy when she finally found the small wooden stick.

Then she heard them. The thundering footsteps coming from behind her. She leapt to her feet and ran into the kitchen hoping to find a back door.

The muffled voices in the next room made Hermione move faster. She fumbled for the back door, trying to yank it open with no luck. It was locked. "Alohamora." She whispered, waving her wand over the doorknob. Nothing happened.

"STUPEFY!"
Hermione swerved to the side, barely missing a jet of light that zoomed past. Tripping over her feet, she fell to the floor. The death eater raised his wand again, another jet flying from the tip.

"PROTEGO!" Hermione cried with a thrust of her wand. The spell rebounded, sending the death eater flying backwards and hitting the wall behind him.

Hermione got to her feet and sprinted into the next room. More Death Eaters were heading her way. Jets of light flew every which way, Hermione threw every spell she knew to keep the stampede at bay. "STUPEFY! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS! PROTEGO!"

One by one they fell to the floor, frozen or unconscious. An uplifting feeling began to take over Hermione. Maybe she could get out of this alive. She crept through the rest of the house, peering outside the front door. She couldn't tell if any more were out there. But she knew that Voldemort would not send as little as five Death Eaters to capture her. Or would he?

Suddenly Hermione felt herself being pulled backwards, a hand covering her mouth.