AN: So, I started another story. I promised myself I wouldn't. As you can see I broke said promise. Anyway, just so you know, I haven't given up on my other stories. A few of them are on a flash drive I misplaced. I'm currently looking for it. The others, well, I had to take a small break from. My muse hasn't wanted anything to do with them lately. Now, on to this story. This is going to be a triad pairing. It's my first one, ever. It's also my first Death Eater Centric story, that's not Dramione. Another thing is, I don't know where this story is going to go. It's only somewhat planned out. Also, be warned, some things are going to change. I enjoy changing things up.*Disclaimer* I don't and have never owned HP and do not make a profit from this story. It is purely for fun.

Chapter One

Screams sounded throughout the grounds of Hogwarts. Students and teachers fighting his followers. As they fought the Death Eaters, they were also keeping an eye on the pair in the middle of wreckage and fighters.

Harry Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Voldemort.

"Give up, Potter!" The snake-like man hissed.

Harry glared at him, "Never!" An Expelliarmus leaving the tip of his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort screamed.

Both spells hit each other, sending flaming sparks every which way. As the spells collided, all the fighting stopped, everyone's anticipation getting the better of them.

Hermione, herself, dueled two Death Eaters. She didn't know who they were, for they were still wearing their masks. It seemed peculiar to her. As she dueled them, she thought their masks would have either been taken off or they would have fallen.

Hermione's duel halted as soon as the spells from Harry and Voldemort collided. Her breathing shallow, as she recovered from a few spells that hit her. The Death Eaters that dueled her, were also breathing shallowly. One had a hold of his arm as it bled profusely. The other, just stopped and observed Voldemort and Harry.

Just as soon as it began, it was over.

The spells exploded, dust swirling and a gust of wind blowing. After the dust settled, the only one standing was Voldemort.

Harry was blown off his feet and thrown into the air. His body landed with a sickening thud onto the ground.

Hermione screamed as soon as she saw he wasn't getting up. "HARRY! NO!" She went to run to him but was immediately stopped by the two Death Eaters that had dueled her. Stopping instantly, she raised her wand, voice dead calm. "You let me pass or I won't hesitate to kill you both."

Voldemort laughed, amused by the slip of a girl that dared threaten his followers. "Let her pass, Dolohov and Rowle." He grinned maniacally as they glanced his direction. "I want to see what she does."

Dolohov and Rowle took their masks off as they stepped to the side to let her pass.

Shooting them a glare, she hurried past to her best friend. Going onto her knees, she bent over him. She put her head to his chest to see if she could hear his heartbeat and to see if he was breathing.

She gasped slightly at his soft intake of breath. "Harry." She whispered. Risking a glance behind her, she saw she was being watched.

Voldemort, Bellatrix, Dolohov and Rowle were carefully observing her. Watching, waiting. Trying to see if the Boy-Who-Lived was truly dead.

A plan quickly formulated in Hermione's head. She glanced around slightly, trying to find something that could help her. Her gaze landed on an owl feather that was laying right under Harry's leg, just peeking out.

Grabbing it without anyone noticing was difficult but she was able to do it. She placed Harry's hand on it. He tightened his fingers around the feather.

"Stay safe, Harry." Hermione whispered, bending to kiss his forehead. When she raised her wand, was when those that watched tried to stop her.

"Grab the girl!" Voldemort yelled.

Dolohov and Rowle quickly sprinted to Hermione to stop her from doing what she was doing. As they reached her, she whispered.

"Portus."

It wasn't until the feather glowed blue, did they all realize what had happened.

Harry was whisked away by the portkey that Hermione had made.

Hermione was grabbed by the two men roughly and pulled to her feet. She was brought to stand in front of The Dark Lord.

Grabbing her face in his hand, he hissed, "Where is he?"

Glaring, Hermione didn't answer him.

"Answer him, mudblood!" Bellatrix screamed as she threw a slicing curse at her.

Hermione turned her eyes on Bellatrix, "I'll not tell."

Snarling, Voldemort raised his wand and threw the Cruciatus curse at the young woman.

"Hermione, no!" A voice screamed.

Bellatrix cackled at the new hero. "Awe, come to save your precious friend."

"Let her go!" He yelled.

"Avada Kedavra." Bellatrix cooed. A dull thud sounded as the body hit the ground.

Hermione looked up, still under the torture curse, and saw just who spoke up for her and died.

Red hair. Tall, lanky body. Wand in his outstretched hand.

Ron.

Hermione whimpered. Then screamed.

"I'll not tell you!"

"Well, then, we must do something to rectify that." Voldemort said as he ceased the curse.

Hermione's legs had collapsed from under her when the curse had hit. The only thing holding her upright, was Dolohov and Rowle.

The Dark Lord had a pondering look on his face before a grin split his thin lips.

"I know just what to do." He stated as he turned toward his followers. "Take prisoners. The mudblood, however, goes to Dolohov and Rowle. Maybe they can teach her how to answer a question that is asked of her."

Hermione's eyes widened with fear. Dolohov and Rowle stiffened next to her.

"My Lord," Rowle started. "You expect us to, what? Rape? Torture? What?"

Dolohov shook his head at his younger friend subtly.

"DO NOT QUESTION ME, YOU FOOL!" Voldemort screamed.

"Aww.. You couldn't give me the mudblood?" Bellatrix simpered at her leader.

"Not if I wanted her dead, Bellatrix." He stated before turning around with a flourish. "And you'll do as not to ask again."

Bellatrix whimpered, before turning her glare at Hermione, who was kneeling between a standing Dolohov and Rowle. Hermione met her glare head on, not feeling the need to cower from the crazy woman.

"You'll see that you have a chance of living if you at least pretend to be afraid of that woman." a gruff voice sounded, with just a hint of an accent.

Hermione whipped her head to look up at Dolohov, who was looking at her with a curious look.

"What's it to you?" Hermione snarled.

Dolohov smirked a bit, "Clearly you've been at the wrong end of her wand. That's toughened you, even if you don't admit it. Both Rowle and I can clearly see. But for you sake and ours, at least pretend to be afraid."

She narrowed her eyes at the man before muttering a reply. "Fine."

Rowle, observing the whole conversation, smirked slightly, before asking the dreaded questions.

"So, when are we leaving and where are we going?"