Hermione's eyelids fluttered as she slowly became more aware of her
surroundings. Her head was heavy, her vision blurry, and she found it
difficult to sit up. She shivered as she realised she had no idea where she
was.
It was a small rectangular room, which contained only the small cot on which she lay. There were no windows and as far as she could see no doorway. No feasible way in or out. It was damp and her body convulsed into a shiver again from the cold as she realised she was only wearing a muggle vest top and jeans.
She almost laughed as she realised she had no shoes or socks on. She wondered how long she had been out for and whether or not her parents were ok. Her brain was racing beyond her control. After all, she thought, they are death eaters; they would have no problem killing muggles. They wouldn't even give it a second thought.
Her stomach turned inside out as she watched droplets of water form on the ceiling and dribble slowly down to the ground. She tried to concentrate on this, tried to slow her thoughts down to let her body become calm.
It wasn't working.
Her brain kept racing in every direction. She imagined tons of horrible ways her parents could have been tortured and killed, which always brought her back to the same question.
Why was she still here?
She was, after all, a filthy mudblood so why not just kill her?
And then the answer came.
To get to Harry.
So there it was - the only real hope of rescue.
Only, if Harry came, it would be to his death.
Her hopes were as bare as her cell was.
^_^
Severus Snape stormed around his London home in a rather foul mood. He had been mixing potions at Voldemort's compound the previous evening and had seen the poor sods dragged in from the raids.
Most were pretty muggle girls brought in for a bit of 'sport'.
He looked away in distaste, a blacker than usual scowl crossing his features, when he noticed a slender frame and a rather bushy head of hair that he instantly recognised.
"Hermione Granger" he had whispered to himself in a state of shock. And now he paced around waiting for a response from Dumbledore as to what exactly he was going to do about the entire situation.
As the wait dragged on, he wondered what the poor girl was going through.
^_^
And she waited.
Though she wasn't sure exactly what she was waiting for.
She could do nothing but sit there; watching drip after drip dribble slowly onto the floor.
It was a small rectangular room, which contained only the small cot on which she lay. There were no windows and as far as she could see no doorway. No feasible way in or out. It was damp and her body convulsed into a shiver again from the cold as she realised she was only wearing a muggle vest top and jeans.
She almost laughed as she realised she had no shoes or socks on. She wondered how long she had been out for and whether or not her parents were ok. Her brain was racing beyond her control. After all, she thought, they are death eaters; they would have no problem killing muggles. They wouldn't even give it a second thought.
Her stomach turned inside out as she watched droplets of water form on the ceiling and dribble slowly down to the ground. She tried to concentrate on this, tried to slow her thoughts down to let her body become calm.
It wasn't working.
Her brain kept racing in every direction. She imagined tons of horrible ways her parents could have been tortured and killed, which always brought her back to the same question.
Why was she still here?
She was, after all, a filthy mudblood so why not just kill her?
And then the answer came.
To get to Harry.
So there it was - the only real hope of rescue.
Only, if Harry came, it would be to his death.
Her hopes were as bare as her cell was.
^_^
Severus Snape stormed around his London home in a rather foul mood. He had been mixing potions at Voldemort's compound the previous evening and had seen the poor sods dragged in from the raids.
Most were pretty muggle girls brought in for a bit of 'sport'.
He looked away in distaste, a blacker than usual scowl crossing his features, when he noticed a slender frame and a rather bushy head of hair that he instantly recognised.
"Hermione Granger" he had whispered to himself in a state of shock. And now he paced around waiting for a response from Dumbledore as to what exactly he was going to do about the entire situation.
As the wait dragged on, he wondered what the poor girl was going through.
^_^
And she waited.
Though she wasn't sure exactly what she was waiting for.
She could do nothing but sit there; watching drip after drip dribble slowly onto the floor.