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Summary: On the night Voldermort attacked the Potters something went wrong. Sixteen years later the world is a very different place with Voldermort in charge. Hermoine's future seems hopeless filled with pain and suffering, will things ever change?

Authors note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter, here is my new chapter which I hope you will enjoy and please remember to leave a review, thank you.

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Angels will always answer your prayers if you ask them to I remember my mum telling me as a child when I was upset about something, I used to believe her until I came to this place, they never answered me then. I used to pray for someone to come save me, to wake up from this nightmare and be back safe in the arms of my family, but every morning I'd wake up and still be a part of this never ending nightmare. There was no escape for me I was here for life. These thoughts swirled around my head as I kept my head turned away from the image of the two men below with their hands on my body. There was no longer one watching the door, he'd lost his patience with that job and decided to have some fun with the other man by using my body. I couldn't get to the door though believe me I'd thought about making a run for it but my arms were tied above my head, there was no escape for me. As I tried to forget what the men were doing to my body down below I fell back down from the safety of floating in the corner of the cell. I fell into the reality of what was happening to me with a surprised cry as the unguarded and unwatched door swung open with a bang. The men were too engrossed in what their grubby hands were pawing and grasping at to hear the noise of the door as it was opened. They just continued to grasp parts of my body as every part of me willed the person that had come in to be someone that would stop them, to be the angel my mum had promised me, that she had been telling the truth. I knew that if this person wasn't here to save me I'd be stuck facing reality I wouldn't be able to float away again, I never had been able to before when I wanted to so I knew today wouldn't be any different. Time seemed to last forever as I waited holding my breath for either the person to make their presence felt or for the door to close so that I knew they'd left me here and weren't going to help me, I was on my own.

"What are you two up to?" I heard a voice ask forcefully.

"Nothing mate go away, this doesn't concern you," I heard one of the men say.

I could no longer feel hands on my body they were obviously both focusing all their attention on the man at the door, I was praying with every part of my body that their hands would never return to my body that this man was here to help me.

"Oh I think it does Simes," the voice said calmly.

"Why? She can't be yours she belongs to Draco Malfoy so it can't be that, maybe you want a go with her but you'll have to wait your turn," Simes said.

I felt an involuntary shudder run down my spine as questions started to rip through my mind at these words. Who was this other man? Did he only want what Simes had said? Is he not here to help me but rape me as well? A soft cry escaped my throat as I thought these things.

"Don't worry princess we'll come back to you in a minute," Simes growled threateningly at me as he heard my cry. Please no, I thought as I moved further away from him towards the wall.

"Piss off mate can't you see she wants it, come back later for your go," I heard the other man mutter as hands started to grasp my flesh again.

I listened hard then for the sound of a door closing but couldn't hear anything just someone's sharp raged breathing.

"Do you want to watch or something mate?" Simes asked, "Want to see me give her it?"

As soon as these words were out it must have been too much for the other man as I suddenly heard a roar of anger and what I could only presume was someone being punched to the ground, as I couldn't see anything. The hands had left my body now though which I was thankful for. All around me I could hear the sounds of a fight and the only thing I could think of was that I hoped the man who'd come through the door was winning. The fight must have only lasted a couple of minutes but in the darkness it felt like hours to me and then someone was taking off my blindfold. I gave a jump of surprise as I looked up into the face of my saviour the red, curly hair matted and ruffled, blood pouring from a split lip, an eye starting to swell and turn black, a face I recognised, a kind face, Ron's face.

"Ron? How? Thank you but how did you know I was here?" I asked gazing up into his face as he untied my hands I could still see traces of anger in it.

"Ginny was worried about you when you weren't in your cell for dinner so she sent me to look for you," Ron said shrugging "it's just lucky I found the right cell".

"I'm glad you did," I said gratefully smiling weakly up into his face.

"Are you ok Hermoine?" He said gazing tenderly at my face "If they did anything to you I'll…"

"I'm fine," I said nodding trying to reassure myself as well as him, "you stopped them".

I looked at the two men on the floor then and I couldn't come up with any sympathy for their bruised and battered state if I was being honest I was happy that they'd got what they deserved. They both looked the worse for wear blood and bruises covered both of their bodies and I couldn't care less, if that makes me a bad person, I thought, so be it they got what they deserved.

"I couldn't let them hurt you Hermoine," Ron said turning my face away from the men on the floor and towards him " please understand".

I looked into his eyes and saw that he was waiting for me to say it was ok that he did the right thing. How could he not know that I thought he did the right thing, I thought? He saved me from them.

"You saved me," I said "do you know how much that means to me?"

At these words he leant forward and kissed me as soon as his lips touched mine little stars exploded in front of my eyes and feelings for him I'd tried to bury suddenly exploded in my mind.

"Well, well, well what do we have here then?" A voice I recognised cut through the fog in my brain, which was a result of the kiss. My heart sank as I realised who was now in the cell with us and that not even Ron could save me from him.