Chapter IV
Remembered
She trembled in the coldness of the damp dungeon. It was so hard to sleep, but she tried. There was nothing else to do except to wait for her final day to come. A breeze blew across her face but was quickly stopped. She opened her eyes, but her vision was blurred from the sleep.
A large dark figure kneeled before her. He was holding something. He was extending a hand to her. She felt her head being lifted up gently and her body soon followed. Rubbing her eyes she saw Peter Pettigrew as she'd never seen him before, and yet she still knew better than to trust him. He looked at her through caring eyes as he extended the occupied hand to her.
"Thirsty?" he asked kindly.
She slapped it from his hand coldly and the contents spattered across the dugeon floor. "Leave me! I do not converse with traitors such as yourself!"
The kind face he had once held now looked shocked, angry, and disappointed all in one. She did not regret her actions or words. She simply stood and walked to the other side of her cage. "I'd rather die than help you bastards hurt Harry," she mumbled to herself.
Wormtail rose from the ground, collected the mug, and quietly left the dungeon.
* * *
After a week of not hearing from their daughter the Grangers grew very worried. First, they alerted the police. When they said there was nothing that could be done at the moment Mrs. Granger sent an owl to the Headmaster of Hogwarts. They had learned from Hermione how to send post by owls- it was the only way they could reach her during the school year when they missed her so much.
Dear Professor Dumbledore:
Hermione Granger has been missing for a week now and we are getting very worried about her. It is not like her to just leave as she has. The night she left we had a terrible argument about what she was planning on doing with her life. We did tell her that if she didn't like our rules then she should just move out; we told her that she would probably be better off elsewhere and she agreed. That was the last we heard from her since then.
What's odd is when she did not return the next day. We found her wand on the dirt road a mile from our home and we know that she never goes anywhere without it. Her broom and school supplies are still in her trunk by the foot of her bed and all of her clothes and robes are neatly hung. The only thing missing is her and we believe something terrible has happened to her. Have you heard from Hermione? If so, please let us know. We are so concerned for her well-being.
Sincerely, Mr. & Mrs. Granger
Now, all they could do is wait for the wizard's reply. They prayed that she was with him, or that he knew if she was alright or not. They prayed that Hermione was well, and were so sorry for pushing her the way they had. The absence of their only daughter made them think of how they would have done things differently, how everything they did could have forced her to run away. They didn't care if she hated them at this point, all they cared about now was that she was all right and wanted her to be safe at home. . . .
******A/N***** Sorry for the short chapters. I'd like to thank everyone for their wonderful, constructive criticism. It's helped alot. Right now, though, I'm still trying to work on the characterization of Voldemort. He's hard! I don't know how J.K. Rowling does it- he's just so difficult for me to understand! If you've read Chapter II (as I'm sure you have) You'll see that I really need to work on him a bit. He's so bland. I'm going to reread the first few chapters of Book IV though to see if it gives me any help. If any of my wonderful reviewers have any insight on the magical thoughts of the Dark Lord please let me know- it would be most appreciated. Thanks and have a good life ^_^
She trembled in the coldness of the damp dungeon. It was so hard to sleep, but she tried. There was nothing else to do except to wait for her final day to come. A breeze blew across her face but was quickly stopped. She opened her eyes, but her vision was blurred from the sleep.
A large dark figure kneeled before her. He was holding something. He was extending a hand to her. She felt her head being lifted up gently and her body soon followed. Rubbing her eyes she saw Peter Pettigrew as she'd never seen him before, and yet she still knew better than to trust him. He looked at her through caring eyes as he extended the occupied hand to her.
"Thirsty?" he asked kindly.
She slapped it from his hand coldly and the contents spattered across the dugeon floor. "Leave me! I do not converse with traitors such as yourself!"
The kind face he had once held now looked shocked, angry, and disappointed all in one. She did not regret her actions or words. She simply stood and walked to the other side of her cage. "I'd rather die than help you bastards hurt Harry," she mumbled to herself.
Wormtail rose from the ground, collected the mug, and quietly left the dungeon.
* * *
After a week of not hearing from their daughter the Grangers grew very worried. First, they alerted the police. When they said there was nothing that could be done at the moment Mrs. Granger sent an owl to the Headmaster of Hogwarts. They had learned from Hermione how to send post by owls- it was the only way they could reach her during the school year when they missed her so much.
Dear Professor Dumbledore:
Hermione Granger has been missing for a week now and we are getting very worried about her. It is not like her to just leave as she has. The night she left we had a terrible argument about what she was planning on doing with her life. We did tell her that if she didn't like our rules then she should just move out; we told her that she would probably be better off elsewhere and she agreed. That was the last we heard from her since then.
What's odd is when she did not return the next day. We found her wand on the dirt road a mile from our home and we know that she never goes anywhere without it. Her broom and school supplies are still in her trunk by the foot of her bed and all of her clothes and robes are neatly hung. The only thing missing is her and we believe something terrible has happened to her. Have you heard from Hermione? If so, please let us know. We are so concerned for her well-being.
Sincerely, Mr. & Mrs. Granger
Now, all they could do is wait for the wizard's reply. They prayed that she was with him, or that he knew if she was alright or not. They prayed that Hermione was well, and were so sorry for pushing her the way they had. The absence of their only daughter made them think of how they would have done things differently, how everything they did could have forced her to run away. They didn't care if she hated them at this point, all they cared about now was that she was all right and wanted her to be safe at home. . . .
******A/N***** Sorry for the short chapters. I'd like to thank everyone for their wonderful, constructive criticism. It's helped alot. Right now, though, I'm still trying to work on the characterization of Voldemort. He's hard! I don't know how J.K. Rowling does it- he's just so difficult for me to understand! If you've read Chapter II (as I'm sure you have) You'll see that I really need to work on him a bit. He's so bland. I'm going to reread the first few chapters of Book IV though to see if it gives me any help. If any of my wonderful reviewers have any insight on the magical thoughts of the Dark Lord please let me know- it would be most appreciated. Thanks and have a good life ^_^