Hermione ran through the woods, the suddenly saw that she couldn't see the bobbing lights of Harry and Ron's wand. Worried she stopped and yelled out for them. Silence.
Then suddenly a hand went over her mouth silencing her scream. She saw other dark figures surround her then felt ropes wrap around her body. The hand covering her mouth was took away and she opened her mouth to scream but found no sound came out. Curse them! They'd done some spell to make it so she couldn't make a noise! She squinted in the dark trying to get a better look at her captors then saw the white masks covering their faces. Oh god. Death eaters. Looking around more she saw a figure on the ground, a dead body.
The talked quietly to each other then she felt herself shoved to the ground then she felt suddenly very light and felt herself float of the ground a bit. They must have done a feather light spell on her. She struggled to get the ropes to loosen but they were magicked on and would not release their hold. Once again she tried to scream, but still no sound came out. It wasn't a very good one though as she kept hitting bushes and small trees. By the time they reached a clearing, apparently a final destination her back was badly scraped and her head rather sore.
A large tree stood in the center of the clearing. Hermione craned her head to see what was happening. A death eater walked up to the tree and touched a lump and Hermione's eyes widened as a door opened. One of the death eaters then mumbled something and pointed his wand at the sky, the dark mark slowly floated upwards, she wondered briefly who the person was that they'd killed, that she'd seen laying on the ground when they first captured her. The death eaters filed in through the door dragging her along behind them. She felt the darkness of the tunnel encompass her then all light was blocked out as the last death eater through shut the door. What were they going to do with her? Kill her? Make her a death eater? Have her spy for Voldemort? Put her under the imperius curse? Was this really happening? Where were Harry and Ron? Did they get captured too? She hoped not.
Once they reached the bottom of the stairs she felt herself thud to the floor. One of the death eaters kicked her sharply in the ribs, and then dragged her to her feet. Two of the death eaters grabbed her arms and she felt the ropes on her legs disappear. If only she had her wand, but she was sure she'd dropped it when Harry, Ron, and her had started running. She doubted she'd be able to do anything though even if she did have it.
A death eater kicked her legs; apparently she was to walk now. The two death eaters holding her arms starting walking following the other death eaters pulling her along. She struggled trying to pull her arms from their grip but they simply held on tighter hurting her arms and cutting off the blood flow slightly.
Farther and farther into the dungeons they walked making so many turns she lost count. She'd never find her way out of this maze, it was almost as bad as Gringotts except it didn't have the horrible swerving carts. Would she ever get out or were they just going to kill her? Or worse? Would she be alive tomorrow, be alive in a year? She didn't want to die, fresh fear rushed through her and she made a attempt to pull away again and yelled at the death eaters, surprising them and herself. The death eater's grips remained iron hard though. She swore at them telling them that they were horrible people. They only ignored her. Then one of the death eaters pulled out his or her, she couldn't tell, wand and pointed it at her. Oh great, now I'm in for it, she thought to herself and tried to pull away as the death eater mumbled something.
She braced herself for pain expecting the crutatious curse instead she felt a wonderful floating sensation. The death eaters grip on her arms loosened and one of them told her follow us. Why not? She walked along behind them feeling almost happy despite what she knew was ahead. Hermione followed the death eaters losing track of time until suddenly she felt a horrible dropping sensation.
Thoughts rushed back into her head. The imperious curse, they put her under the imperious curse and she'd been helpless to pull away. She looked around and found herself being pulled along past cells with moaning people in them. Oh god, she thought eyes wide. The death eaters stopped at a cell and pulled the iron bar door open. Inside a bloody pulp of a person lay curled up in the straw, asleep he looked. She hoped he was only asleep.
The death eaters shoved her inside, then the person moved and turned his head to look at her.
"Granger?" the person asked in a unmistakable voice. Malfoy?