Hermione was tucked tight in her queen size bed. Under the dark green comforter she was dreaming about Ron. They were taking a stroll through a park. And they were surrounded by beautiful flowers.
"Hermione, I love you and I never want you to leave my side."
"I feel the same way, Ron."

All of a sudden Hermione felt like she was floating. Like she was being picked up.

"Oh Ron," She said out loud.

"I'm not Ron..." A voice whispered, it sounded something like a snake.

Just then Hermione jerked awake. She looked into the eyes of her Ron. But they weren't his eyes.

'This isn't Ron,' Hermione thought. When she realized who it actually was she screamed.

"Shut up, your parents can't hear you, and I doubt that they could save you if they could." The perpatrator hissed.

With that Hermione started to tear. Voldemort slung her over his left shoulder and started to make his way out of the room. But Hermione wasn't going easy. She started kicking and beating Voldemort's back.

But Voldemort didn't seem to care. Because he knew it was useless. She couldn't do anything.

"Let me go you twit!"Hermione screamed.

To make things easier Voldemort took his right hand and simply touched the side of Hermione's neck.

Hermione fell limp with that.

"Harry..." Hermione whispered."Harry...Harry tell Ron..." She couldn't go on.

With Hermione unconsious on his shoulder Voldemort finally was able to leave the Granger household.

'This will tempt you, won't it Harry Pottter." Voldemort slurred. And with that he disappeared into the darkness.