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Disclaimer: This becomes old far too quickly. Must I admit that, Alas, I did not think of any of the Harry Potter books, or their characters, for that matter? Though, I am happy to announce that the plot in this story is mine, as well as any unfamiliar characters. *goes off by herself, banging her head against the wall."Why didn't I think of them first, why."*
A/N~ Just reminding you that Hermione is now telling the past as though it were the present. She's reliving it. Song lyrics by Evanescence. Please read and review!!!!!
Chapter 3
"I still remember the world."
The next day at this strange camp was the hardest in my life. The deatheaters had stripped us of all of our wands, of course, so we were without the ability to use magic. We were all awakened at precisely six in the morning by a large, low-toned bell, sounding from somewhere in the distance. My cabin mates and I slowly rose up out of our bunks. My muscles were sore and constricted from sleeping on the stiff mattress. Sean appeared from the doorway of his small room. The rest of the people in the cabin were stretching their arms and yawning loudly. All of them had an anxious feeling about them. We all wondered what this day would hold for us.
"Morning, everyone," said Sean, a tad sullenly. "This is going to be a hard day for you, since it is your first in the fields. I promise you, that if you keep working through the day, the guards won't torture you. They just want you to keep working, keep moving. Don't give them any lip, or they will go out of their way to make sure you are punished. Wherever we go, whether to meals, or to and from the fields, we are to be in two single- file lines, so please line up." He pronounced his speech quietly, though everyone heard it. We needed to know all that we could of this place.
After we had lined up, Sean led us out to the road that led through the "avenue" of bunkhouses. We marched down to the end of this road, which led to a court. There was only one large building at the far end, and we headed straight for it. As we came nearer to the door, I saw a small sign above the threshold that read "Mess Hall." One by one, each unit that had been marching from their bunkhouses entered the building. Once my unit had entered, the silence that had reigned over all of us erupted into a great clambering of plates and silverware, as well as chattering voices. Apparently, talking was allowed at mealtimes, and everyone used that to their advantage. I stood in line for my food, sliding my tray slowly along the rack. The people serving the food were prisoners, I noticed, and offered us newbies reassuring smiles as they piled mountains of gunk on our plates.
I picked up my tray and turned to find an open seat at the many tables. I walked over to a table where there was only one seat left. I figured I might as well start making friends, and quickly. Allies in this place would be useful as well as comforting when it got hard. I sat down, looking at each person already seated. They looked up at me inquisitively.
"Hi, my name is Aquila," I said, as I stretched my hand out to greet the girl to my left. She smiled, and shook my hand. "Hi, Aquila, I'm Niamh. I'm from Southern Ireland. This is my first day here, is it yours?" she asked, looking a little unsure of herself. She was a redhead, a deep cherry color, with a pale complexion. Some would consider her beautiful, but for the fading bruises that covered the upper part of her face.
"Yes, it's mine also," I answered her. Turning to the others, I asked, "And what are your names?" I glanced at the two boys sitting across from me, and the other girl sitting on my right. The girl answered first. "I am Ceara, from Wales." She also smiled unsuringly. She was a brunette with dark blue eyes peering out at me. One of the boys spoke up. "I am Connor, and this is Liam, my brother. We are from Ulster." I looked those two over, noticing their sandy brown colored hair and similar profiles. Either they were twins, or they were very close in age.
We began to quietly talk with each other, telling our stories of how and where we were captured. I left out names and where exactly I was, because I didn't want to risk being known. I had a feeling that if anyone knew that I was a close friend of the Boy Who Lived, I would probably be tortured until they got the information they needed about him. Then I remembered. Harry and Ron! Where were they, and were they looking for me? I shook my thoughts of them away. I needed to focus on surviving here, and then worry about them. I know it sounds selfish, but I would rather live and see my friends again. But how much I would give just to have them with me, how much I would give just to be able to talk to them again, even if it were only to say goodbye. And then there were my parents. No, I can't think of them either; it hurt too much.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another bell. Apparently, it was time to go to work. Immediately, all of the prisoners dumped their trays, and began to form their lines. I hurried over to the corner where my cabin mates were standing, after waving a silent goodbye to the four people I had been talking with. Once everyone was with his or her group, the unit leaders started to lead their groups out of the mess hall with precision. Soon it was my group's turn to march out of the double-wide doors. We quickly stepped out into the bright sunlight, and began marching down the gravel pathway towards open fields.
In silence, we marched, one in front of the other, following Sean at the head of the line. I realized that we were heading towards a large corn field. Once we reached the large open space before the crop field started, Sean ordered us to halt. We obeyed, and stood in our lines, waiting for him to tell us what to do next. He walked over to a pile of large baskets made of woven wood, almost like wicker. Sean then started handing each of us our own basket, and when he was done he began to explain.
"Our job for the next few weeks is to clear this entire field of every stalk of corn by hand. We are to pick each ear, saving the edible ones, and then cut down the stalks once we are done. Once again, I warn you to keep working all day. If you'll notice we have several "overseers" gracing us with their presence this morning," Sean said, rather sarcastically. As we each turned to look towards the direction Sean had motioned, several of us had to stifle a laugh when we saw about six or seven "overseers" glaring at us from the other side of the field. Sean called us back to attention, and directed each of us to our own section of the field, and we began to work.
From the beginning, I could tell that this work was given to us just to make us do something. There was no point in what we were doing. I began picking off each ear of corn, and unsuccessfully try to pull the rest of the stalk out of the ground. It took me several tries before I figured out how to make the whole process easier and faster. Once I got the process under control, I thought that the work was okay; in fact, it was almost easy. But soon it got boring. As I moved from stalk to stalk, I began to think about many things. I had vowed to myself earlier that I wouldn't think about my friends and family, so, instead, I began reciting over and over in my head all of the spells I had ever learned. As I moved down my first several rows, I began reciting passages from Hogwarts: A History, my favorite book. I was able to occupy mind while doing my work, and at the same time, keep up my memory.
All too slowly did I feel the sun rise ever higher into the sky above me. I realized that the sun was now directly overhead, and I also realized that hunger was beginning to gnaw at my insides. I stood up from the stalk that I had just been pulling at, to take a break. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I glanced around to see if any of my cabin mates were anywhere around me. All of a sudden, I was struck with an indescribable pain. I felt as though thousands of knives were trying to cut themselves out of every part of my body. I cried out in pain as I fell to my knees. Just as I thought my head would tear in half from the pain, it stopped. It was then that I noticed a shadow come up from behind me. I was still kneeling on the ground, hunched over and holding my sides.
"That'll teach yeh not to disobey, yeh filthy mudblood," said a low, menacing voice behind me. I slowly cocked my head to the side so that I could get a glimpse of him. He was a tall, thick brute with a scraggly beard. He looked like a bodyguard from hell, with his overtoned muscles, and neck that was as thick as a horse's. He began to cackle, if you could call it a cackle, and walked away. I had just discovered what the cruciatrus curse felt like.
For the rest of the day, I worked without ceasing, for fear that any moment the pain would come back. The rest of my days at Carceris Crudelis, I would always work with the motivation to never feel those knives again. After the sun had set just below the horizon, I heard another low toned bell in the distance. Where was that stupid bell, I wondered. It was starting to get annoying. I made my way back to the clearing, joining several others on the way. We all formed into our two lines quickly and silently. With a short call from Sean, we began marching back down the now- familiar path. Soon we arrived back at the mess hall, along with several other units. Once inside, I went through the food line and quickly sat down at the same table from that morning. Soon, the other four of my new friends joined me, and we ate in silence. Perhaps it was because we were all so tired.
Almost too quickly, the bell rang signaling the end of dinner. We had another forty-five minutes before lights were supposed to be out, but I was too tired to stay up any later. I made my way back to my cabin, along with several others, and slipped through the decaying door. The lights were somewhat dimmer than I remembered, or was it because my eyes were half closed already? I pulled back the thin blanket on my bunk, and climbed in. As others slowly started coming in, I said goodnight, and closed my eyes completely. I was so worn out that I was asleep in less than two minutes.
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Okay, this chapter was kinda short but it's just a filler. It's those stinkin' details that are going to make this story worthwhile, so I can't be ignoring them, can I? Any way thanks to my reviewers, they are greatly appreciated. I decide to switch Hermione's lyrics From Evanescence's song Whisper, to their other song, Field of Innocence, just in case you were wondering. Hey!!!! You see that cute little button down there? It's kinda purplish, has some writing on it, yeah, it's calling to you, saying, click me, click me!!!
Disclaimer: This becomes old far too quickly. Must I admit that, Alas, I did not think of any of the Harry Potter books, or their characters, for that matter? Though, I am happy to announce that the plot in this story is mine, as well as any unfamiliar characters. *goes off by herself, banging her head against the wall."Why didn't I think of them first, why."*
A/N~ Just reminding you that Hermione is now telling the past as though it were the present. She's reliving it. Song lyrics by Evanescence. Please read and review!!!!!
Chapter 3
"I still remember the world."
The next day at this strange camp was the hardest in my life. The deatheaters had stripped us of all of our wands, of course, so we were without the ability to use magic. We were all awakened at precisely six in the morning by a large, low-toned bell, sounding from somewhere in the distance. My cabin mates and I slowly rose up out of our bunks. My muscles were sore and constricted from sleeping on the stiff mattress. Sean appeared from the doorway of his small room. The rest of the people in the cabin were stretching their arms and yawning loudly. All of them had an anxious feeling about them. We all wondered what this day would hold for us.
"Morning, everyone," said Sean, a tad sullenly. "This is going to be a hard day for you, since it is your first in the fields. I promise you, that if you keep working through the day, the guards won't torture you. They just want you to keep working, keep moving. Don't give them any lip, or they will go out of their way to make sure you are punished. Wherever we go, whether to meals, or to and from the fields, we are to be in two single- file lines, so please line up." He pronounced his speech quietly, though everyone heard it. We needed to know all that we could of this place.
After we had lined up, Sean led us out to the road that led through the "avenue" of bunkhouses. We marched down to the end of this road, which led to a court. There was only one large building at the far end, and we headed straight for it. As we came nearer to the door, I saw a small sign above the threshold that read "Mess Hall." One by one, each unit that had been marching from their bunkhouses entered the building. Once my unit had entered, the silence that had reigned over all of us erupted into a great clambering of plates and silverware, as well as chattering voices. Apparently, talking was allowed at mealtimes, and everyone used that to their advantage. I stood in line for my food, sliding my tray slowly along the rack. The people serving the food were prisoners, I noticed, and offered us newbies reassuring smiles as they piled mountains of gunk on our plates.
I picked up my tray and turned to find an open seat at the many tables. I walked over to a table where there was only one seat left. I figured I might as well start making friends, and quickly. Allies in this place would be useful as well as comforting when it got hard. I sat down, looking at each person already seated. They looked up at me inquisitively.
"Hi, my name is Aquila," I said, as I stretched my hand out to greet the girl to my left. She smiled, and shook my hand. "Hi, Aquila, I'm Niamh. I'm from Southern Ireland. This is my first day here, is it yours?" she asked, looking a little unsure of herself. She was a redhead, a deep cherry color, with a pale complexion. Some would consider her beautiful, but for the fading bruises that covered the upper part of her face.
"Yes, it's mine also," I answered her. Turning to the others, I asked, "And what are your names?" I glanced at the two boys sitting across from me, and the other girl sitting on my right. The girl answered first. "I am Ceara, from Wales." She also smiled unsuringly. She was a brunette with dark blue eyes peering out at me. One of the boys spoke up. "I am Connor, and this is Liam, my brother. We are from Ulster." I looked those two over, noticing their sandy brown colored hair and similar profiles. Either they were twins, or they were very close in age.
We began to quietly talk with each other, telling our stories of how and where we were captured. I left out names and where exactly I was, because I didn't want to risk being known. I had a feeling that if anyone knew that I was a close friend of the Boy Who Lived, I would probably be tortured until they got the information they needed about him. Then I remembered. Harry and Ron! Where were they, and were they looking for me? I shook my thoughts of them away. I needed to focus on surviving here, and then worry about them. I know it sounds selfish, but I would rather live and see my friends again. But how much I would give just to have them with me, how much I would give just to be able to talk to them again, even if it were only to say goodbye. And then there were my parents. No, I can't think of them either; it hurt too much.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another bell. Apparently, it was time to go to work. Immediately, all of the prisoners dumped their trays, and began to form their lines. I hurried over to the corner where my cabin mates were standing, after waving a silent goodbye to the four people I had been talking with. Once everyone was with his or her group, the unit leaders started to lead their groups out of the mess hall with precision. Soon it was my group's turn to march out of the double-wide doors. We quickly stepped out into the bright sunlight, and began marching down the gravel pathway towards open fields.
In silence, we marched, one in front of the other, following Sean at the head of the line. I realized that we were heading towards a large corn field. Once we reached the large open space before the crop field started, Sean ordered us to halt. We obeyed, and stood in our lines, waiting for him to tell us what to do next. He walked over to a pile of large baskets made of woven wood, almost like wicker. Sean then started handing each of us our own basket, and when he was done he began to explain.
"Our job for the next few weeks is to clear this entire field of every stalk of corn by hand. We are to pick each ear, saving the edible ones, and then cut down the stalks once we are done. Once again, I warn you to keep working all day. If you'll notice we have several "overseers" gracing us with their presence this morning," Sean said, rather sarcastically. As we each turned to look towards the direction Sean had motioned, several of us had to stifle a laugh when we saw about six or seven "overseers" glaring at us from the other side of the field. Sean called us back to attention, and directed each of us to our own section of the field, and we began to work.
From the beginning, I could tell that this work was given to us just to make us do something. There was no point in what we were doing. I began picking off each ear of corn, and unsuccessfully try to pull the rest of the stalk out of the ground. It took me several tries before I figured out how to make the whole process easier and faster. Once I got the process under control, I thought that the work was okay; in fact, it was almost easy. But soon it got boring. As I moved from stalk to stalk, I began to think about many things. I had vowed to myself earlier that I wouldn't think about my friends and family, so, instead, I began reciting over and over in my head all of the spells I had ever learned. As I moved down my first several rows, I began reciting passages from Hogwarts: A History, my favorite book. I was able to occupy mind while doing my work, and at the same time, keep up my memory.
All too slowly did I feel the sun rise ever higher into the sky above me. I realized that the sun was now directly overhead, and I also realized that hunger was beginning to gnaw at my insides. I stood up from the stalk that I had just been pulling at, to take a break. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I glanced around to see if any of my cabin mates were anywhere around me. All of a sudden, I was struck with an indescribable pain. I felt as though thousands of knives were trying to cut themselves out of every part of my body. I cried out in pain as I fell to my knees. Just as I thought my head would tear in half from the pain, it stopped. It was then that I noticed a shadow come up from behind me. I was still kneeling on the ground, hunched over and holding my sides.
"That'll teach yeh not to disobey, yeh filthy mudblood," said a low, menacing voice behind me. I slowly cocked my head to the side so that I could get a glimpse of him. He was a tall, thick brute with a scraggly beard. He looked like a bodyguard from hell, with his overtoned muscles, and neck that was as thick as a horse's. He began to cackle, if you could call it a cackle, and walked away. I had just discovered what the cruciatrus curse felt like.
For the rest of the day, I worked without ceasing, for fear that any moment the pain would come back. The rest of my days at Carceris Crudelis, I would always work with the motivation to never feel those knives again. After the sun had set just below the horizon, I heard another low toned bell in the distance. Where was that stupid bell, I wondered. It was starting to get annoying. I made my way back to the clearing, joining several others on the way. We all formed into our two lines quickly and silently. With a short call from Sean, we began marching back down the now- familiar path. Soon we arrived back at the mess hall, along with several other units. Once inside, I went through the food line and quickly sat down at the same table from that morning. Soon, the other four of my new friends joined me, and we ate in silence. Perhaps it was because we were all so tired.
Almost too quickly, the bell rang signaling the end of dinner. We had another forty-five minutes before lights were supposed to be out, but I was too tired to stay up any later. I made my way back to my cabin, along with several others, and slipped through the decaying door. The lights were somewhat dimmer than I remembered, or was it because my eyes were half closed already? I pulled back the thin blanket on my bunk, and climbed in. As others slowly started coming in, I said goodnight, and closed my eyes completely. I was so worn out that I was asleep in less than two minutes.
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Okay, this chapter was kinda short but it's just a filler. It's those stinkin' details that are going to make this story worthwhile, so I can't be ignoring them, can I? Any way thanks to my reviewers, they are greatly appreciated. I decide to switch Hermione's lyrics From Evanescence's song Whisper, to their other song, Field of Innocence, just in case you were wondering. Hey!!!! You see that cute little button down there? It's kinda purplish, has some writing on it, yeah, it's calling to you, saying, click me, click me!!!