A/N: Written for the Hogwarts Forum's March-Monthly-Event-Wicked-Bake-athon. The Prompt for this one is Must Feature a Death Eater
Her entire body screamed at her as she sprinted through the woods. She should have known better! She had succumbed to her hunger and had stopped into a cafe in a tiny town with transfigured Muggle money, to try to get a bite to eat. What she hadn't planned was the now established Voldemort run Ministry to inform the Muggle Ministry about their updated Undesirables list, and with Harry dead, she was now at the top of the list.
With the victory of the Dark Lord, and Harry dead, Hermione knew she had to run, to survive. What she hadn't anticipated was the bounty on her head increasing with every day that went past, placed there by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.
Word gets around a small village very quickly, even quicker than the gossip mill at Hogwarts, and by the time she had finished her sandwich and coffee, Snatchers were waiting for her outside the door. It was something simple as her noticing the two sets of footsteps following her as she headed out of the village. As soon as she reached the treeline, she was off, and tearing through the foliage, ducking and weaving, to try to escape her pursuers. When the footsteps behind her quickened, she tried to speed up, dodging the spellfire that streaked past her. If she didn't know any better, they were missing her on purpose.
A tripping jinx caught her and she went down. A second later, hands were on her, pinning her down, and she looked at her captors to see two grinning men. Their faces were unknown to her, but the pin they wore on their lapels, while new, was familiar to her.
Snatchers.
For a moment, she considered fighting until she either killed her captors or she herself was taken out. But a wand was suddenly aimed at her chest, the tip glowing red, and Hermione looked up to see the third individual of the group, a woman, with a grin missing teeth.
"Nighty night, princess!" The stunner hit her square in the chest, and she was out.
When she awoke next, Hermione found herself face to face with the visage of the woman who haunted her dreams. Bellatrix cackled, seeing her prisoner awake, and put her wand away. She must have awoken her on purpose, the older witch laying on top of her, their bodies touching from toes to chin.
"Hello Little Princess," she greeted in a singsong voice. Hermione had to fight her revulsion as the putrid breath of the witch on top of her washed over her face. "It's time to be made useful. And who knows. Perhaps you'll be able to save everyone!" She cackled again at Hermione's wide eyed confusion. "You're so thin. Starved, almost. We'll have to fatten you up if we want to use that brain of yours!"
In the next second, the witch was gone from on top of her, and now headed for the door of the room, her heels clicking loudly on the marble floor, causing Hermione to flinch with every step. "We hope you enjoy our hospitality, little bookworm. I suppose it'll be the only comfort you've had these past two years!" With that, Bellatrix left and closed the door behind her. Hermione heard the lock click, and she just continued to lay in the surprisingly comfortable bed. What was going on?