A river of blood flooded its way down the front of Hermione's stomach, down her legs, staining her jeans, and dripped off her shoes into the puddle of blood that surrounded her hanging body. Her chest had burnt marks on it from a cigarette that Voldemort pressed against her earlier.
Her head hung down, for she didn't have the strength to hold it up, struggling to keep a steady rhythm of breathing.
Voldemort reappeared and walked over to the hanging body. He held his hand, which clasped the blade, trying to get Hermione's attention. It didn't.
"How are we feeling Mudblood?" He asked bringing his hand back down to his side, and smirking at his work of art.
With no answer from Hermione, he raised his hand and cupped it underneath Hermione's chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Well?" She didn't answer. He swung his fist into her check, knocking her head to the left, and then lifted her head again.
"Still waiting." He said smiling. She looked at him in disgust. Her face was slightly bruised, and had small cuts on it. She spit a glob of spit that was the color of red at him, hitting him right in the face, and then she looked at him, pleased with her reply.
He went inside his coat, pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing it against the spot where he was hit with spit. After his face was cleaned of the witches saliva and blood, he looked at her, his eye brows bushed out, and a crazed look was on his face.
He quickly raised the blade, and shoved it into Hermione's left shoulder. Waves of pain ran through her quickly, and she screamed bloody murder. Still holding onto the blade which was still inside the witches shoulder, he laughed, and pushed in harder, turning the blade, wiggling it. Hermione's face twinkled of tears, and blood that had splattered from her wound. He let go of the blade, leaving it in the wound, and took out a long black whip that was hid underneath his jacket. With no remorse, he whipped the whip as hard as he could. It Rick shaded off of the witches shoulders, leaving her clothes ripped and bloody cuts from it. He whipped more, and more, and more. Hermione couldn't stand it. She wanted so badly for her body to just give to the pain, where she could just die, and end it, but it didn't. After a good three minutes of whipping the front of her, he turned her around, and started on her back.
With every contact that the whip made, the witch's screams grew louder. Towards the end of the whipping, the witch's screams stepped down to whimpers, as she was loosing consciousness.
He turned her back around, and pulled the knife out of her shoulder. Only a small whimper came out from the witch's mouth. He un-cuffed her from the manacles, leaving her bruised, battered, lifeless body fall to the ground, he had his fun.
Hermione's chest rose up and down quickly, for she was having a lot of trouble breathing, and when she did breathe, it hurt too much to get the much needed air. Her skin was pale, bruised, and cut. Her lips were a dull color, and had a cut on them. The last thing she would see is Voldemort staring down at her, smiling. Blackness over came her eyes, and her awareness was gone, as she slipped into the stage of unconsciousness.
The two Death Eaters re-entered the room, walking over to their master.
"Throw her outside somewhere. With the temperature and her condition...she'll have no chance." He said licking the bloody blade, then walking away out of the room.
The bigger Death Eater picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder with no care, and headed out to follow his lords orders. As they walked, Hermione's blood dripped off her, leaving a trail right behind them
They walked out into the cold weather, searching for a spot for them to leave her. The snow fell from the sky, like it was going to fall, leaving the temperature 30 degrees outside. The snow covered everything; everything was white, except the trail of blood left by Hermione. They walked away some bit, and found the spot that they wanted. A hill, which had a small rock at the bottom, throwing her down, both watched as her body rolled down the hill, coming to a stop at the rock. Her body landed on its side, facing the rock. Where she had rolled, the blood stained, but was quickly covered by the falling snow. The snow attached to her, she would soon be buried under snow. Satisfied, both Death Eaters returned to the castle.
She came through, feeling the cold freeze her body. 'Where am I?' was her thought as she closed her eyes again. The last thing she felt was her heart slowing down, then stopping. -------------------------
Harry reached the castle, and ran in, not fearing for his danger. His scar started to burn. He reached his hand up to it, thinking that was a good sign that Voldemort was near.
He felt strong hands grab his shoulders, making his arms useless. He saw the shadow standing over him. It was a Death Eater.
"Let go of me!" Harry yelled, trying to fight back.
"Master wants to see you." He answered bringing him down to the room where Hermione was before.
They entered, and the Death Eater let go of Harry. Harry looked around. 'Where's Hermione?' He thought getting worried.
"Hermione!" He yelled. His eyes spotted the manacles that hung on the wall, and the pool of blood that was under them. He ran over to them, and knelt down next to the pool of blood.
'Am I too late?' he thought, tears filling his eyes.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, you've finally arrived. The mudblood isn't in here anymore." He said appearing from the dark.
"Where is she!? I swear, if you hurt her, I'm going to rip you to pieces!" Harry yelled getting up from his knees and pointing his wand towards Voldemort. He simply smiled.
"Well then, I guess your going to have to 'rip me to pieces'" He answered back smiling.
"Hell...she could be dead by now." He finished off saying before Harry hit him with a spell. He flew back landing on his back. He got up, smiling.
"Did you not hear me Potter? While you're fighting in here, she could be dieing." He rose to his feet. Harry still had his wand raised in front of him waiting to strike him.
"Decisions, decisions, fight me, or save your girl friend." He rubbed his index finger under his chin.
Girl friend? Harry lowered his wand, turned and ran out. He heard the laughs of Voldemort echoed through the castle. 'Why isn't he following me?' He thought running through out the castle.
Harry was stopped in his tracks as a vision came to him. He was suddenly outside, looking at a rock, on the bottom of a hill. The vision left, and he was back inside.
"Hermione" He whispered. He ran outside, looking for ay signs of a hill. He trudged through the snow over to a tree, and found the hill. He looked down to see the rock on the bottom. He saw something not covered, just powdered with snow. Then he caught a glimpse of pink. "Hermione's jacket?" He thought. He saw red colored snow underneath what he thought was Hermione.
"Hermione." He said running down the hill.
"Hermione!" He started to yell. He got to the bottom, reaching the lifeless body of his best friend. He brushed the snow off of her, then taking his hand's, he lightly grabbed her shoulder and knee, and easily rolled her over onto her back.
"Oh my god Hermione!" He cried out. Her face was white, lips turning blue. He saw the wounds she had received, and lightly touched them. He brought his hands back up with red on them.
"Hermione! Wake up Hermione!" He said tears running down his face. He bent his head down onto Hermione's chest, checking to see if she was breathing, and or if her heart was still beating. Nothing.
"Oh god Hermione!" His sobs grew louder. He put a hand on the center of her chest, putting his other hand over it. He pressed three times. His leaned his head over hers, plugging her nose, then gently opening her mouth, blowing his air into her lungs.
He leaned down to her chest again.
"C'mon 'Mione, breathe!" He repeated pressing her chest, then moving over to her mouth and blowing his air into her. He repeated this several times.
Tears fell on her body as he pressed down on her chest again.
"I'm so sorry Hermione. Please, don't die, please, you mean so much to me." He then filled her lungs with air again, this time, he breathed out longer than the other times.
He whipped his head up when he heard Hermione gasp for a breath.
"Oh my god Hermione!" He lowered his head back down to her chest. He heard her heart, beating weakly, but it was beating.
He noticed that she was barely breathing. He bent back over, opening her mouth to breathe for her. After blowing more air into her, he pulled his head up to gather more oxygen to breathe for her.
He got her breathing better than she was before, and thought that he didn't need to breathe for her as much. He put his arms around her, resting his head back onto her chest happy that she wasn't dead
"You're a true Gryffindor Hermione." He said smiling. Her eyes opened slightly, looking at a blurred image.
"Har-" She couldn't finish. Her mouth was dry, and her body was too weak. Her eyes fluttered close, but opened again.
"I'm here Hermione, I'm not leaving you." He said, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. She smiled weakly before her eyes closed again. Harry took out his portkey and yelled out where he wanted to go. He felt the tug on his navel and they were brought back to the outside of Hogwarts. ------------------- Thanks for the ones who have been reviewing. I love reviews, and hope to see more. I hope you are enjoying the story, and I'll most likely update tomorrow.
Her head hung down, for she didn't have the strength to hold it up, struggling to keep a steady rhythm of breathing.
Voldemort reappeared and walked over to the hanging body. He held his hand, which clasped the blade, trying to get Hermione's attention. It didn't.
"How are we feeling Mudblood?" He asked bringing his hand back down to his side, and smirking at his work of art.
With no answer from Hermione, he raised his hand and cupped it underneath Hermione's chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Well?" She didn't answer. He swung his fist into her check, knocking her head to the left, and then lifted her head again.
"Still waiting." He said smiling. She looked at him in disgust. Her face was slightly bruised, and had small cuts on it. She spit a glob of spit that was the color of red at him, hitting him right in the face, and then she looked at him, pleased with her reply.
He went inside his coat, pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing it against the spot where he was hit with spit. After his face was cleaned of the witches saliva and blood, he looked at her, his eye brows bushed out, and a crazed look was on his face.
He quickly raised the blade, and shoved it into Hermione's left shoulder. Waves of pain ran through her quickly, and she screamed bloody murder. Still holding onto the blade which was still inside the witches shoulder, he laughed, and pushed in harder, turning the blade, wiggling it. Hermione's face twinkled of tears, and blood that had splattered from her wound. He let go of the blade, leaving it in the wound, and took out a long black whip that was hid underneath his jacket. With no remorse, he whipped the whip as hard as he could. It Rick shaded off of the witches shoulders, leaving her clothes ripped and bloody cuts from it. He whipped more, and more, and more. Hermione couldn't stand it. She wanted so badly for her body to just give to the pain, where she could just die, and end it, but it didn't. After a good three minutes of whipping the front of her, he turned her around, and started on her back.
With every contact that the whip made, the witch's screams grew louder. Towards the end of the whipping, the witch's screams stepped down to whimpers, as she was loosing consciousness.
He turned her back around, and pulled the knife out of her shoulder. Only a small whimper came out from the witch's mouth. He un-cuffed her from the manacles, leaving her bruised, battered, lifeless body fall to the ground, he had his fun.
Hermione's chest rose up and down quickly, for she was having a lot of trouble breathing, and when she did breathe, it hurt too much to get the much needed air. Her skin was pale, bruised, and cut. Her lips were a dull color, and had a cut on them. The last thing she would see is Voldemort staring down at her, smiling. Blackness over came her eyes, and her awareness was gone, as she slipped into the stage of unconsciousness.
The two Death Eaters re-entered the room, walking over to their master.
"Throw her outside somewhere. With the temperature and her condition...she'll have no chance." He said licking the bloody blade, then walking away out of the room.
The bigger Death Eater picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder with no care, and headed out to follow his lords orders. As they walked, Hermione's blood dripped off her, leaving a trail right behind them
They walked out into the cold weather, searching for a spot for them to leave her. The snow fell from the sky, like it was going to fall, leaving the temperature 30 degrees outside. The snow covered everything; everything was white, except the trail of blood left by Hermione. They walked away some bit, and found the spot that they wanted. A hill, which had a small rock at the bottom, throwing her down, both watched as her body rolled down the hill, coming to a stop at the rock. Her body landed on its side, facing the rock. Where she had rolled, the blood stained, but was quickly covered by the falling snow. The snow attached to her, she would soon be buried under snow. Satisfied, both Death Eaters returned to the castle.
She came through, feeling the cold freeze her body. 'Where am I?' was her thought as she closed her eyes again. The last thing she felt was her heart slowing down, then stopping. -------------------------
Harry reached the castle, and ran in, not fearing for his danger. His scar started to burn. He reached his hand up to it, thinking that was a good sign that Voldemort was near.
He felt strong hands grab his shoulders, making his arms useless. He saw the shadow standing over him. It was a Death Eater.
"Let go of me!" Harry yelled, trying to fight back.
"Master wants to see you." He answered bringing him down to the room where Hermione was before.
They entered, and the Death Eater let go of Harry. Harry looked around. 'Where's Hermione?' He thought getting worried.
"Hermione!" He yelled. His eyes spotted the manacles that hung on the wall, and the pool of blood that was under them. He ran over to them, and knelt down next to the pool of blood.
'Am I too late?' he thought, tears filling his eyes.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, you've finally arrived. The mudblood isn't in here anymore." He said appearing from the dark.
"Where is she!? I swear, if you hurt her, I'm going to rip you to pieces!" Harry yelled getting up from his knees and pointing his wand towards Voldemort. He simply smiled.
"Well then, I guess your going to have to 'rip me to pieces'" He answered back smiling.
"Hell...she could be dead by now." He finished off saying before Harry hit him with a spell. He flew back landing on his back. He got up, smiling.
"Did you not hear me Potter? While you're fighting in here, she could be dieing." He rose to his feet. Harry still had his wand raised in front of him waiting to strike him.
"Decisions, decisions, fight me, or save your girl friend." He rubbed his index finger under his chin.
Girl friend? Harry lowered his wand, turned and ran out. He heard the laughs of Voldemort echoed through the castle. 'Why isn't he following me?' He thought running through out the castle.
Harry was stopped in his tracks as a vision came to him. He was suddenly outside, looking at a rock, on the bottom of a hill. The vision left, and he was back inside.
"Hermione" He whispered. He ran outside, looking for ay signs of a hill. He trudged through the snow over to a tree, and found the hill. He looked down to see the rock on the bottom. He saw something not covered, just powdered with snow. Then he caught a glimpse of pink. "Hermione's jacket?" He thought. He saw red colored snow underneath what he thought was Hermione.
"Hermione." He said running down the hill.
"Hermione!" He started to yell. He got to the bottom, reaching the lifeless body of his best friend. He brushed the snow off of her, then taking his hand's, he lightly grabbed her shoulder and knee, and easily rolled her over onto her back.
"Oh my god Hermione!" He cried out. Her face was white, lips turning blue. He saw the wounds she had received, and lightly touched them. He brought his hands back up with red on them.
"Hermione! Wake up Hermione!" He said tears running down his face. He bent his head down onto Hermione's chest, checking to see if she was breathing, and or if her heart was still beating. Nothing.
"Oh god Hermione!" His sobs grew louder. He put a hand on the center of her chest, putting his other hand over it. He pressed three times. His leaned his head over hers, plugging her nose, then gently opening her mouth, blowing his air into her lungs.
He leaned down to her chest again.
"C'mon 'Mione, breathe!" He repeated pressing her chest, then moving over to her mouth and blowing his air into her. He repeated this several times.
Tears fell on her body as he pressed down on her chest again.
"I'm so sorry Hermione. Please, don't die, please, you mean so much to me." He then filled her lungs with air again, this time, he breathed out longer than the other times.
He whipped his head up when he heard Hermione gasp for a breath.
"Oh my god Hermione!" He lowered his head back down to her chest. He heard her heart, beating weakly, but it was beating.
He noticed that she was barely breathing. He bent back over, opening her mouth to breathe for her. After blowing more air into her, he pulled his head up to gather more oxygen to breathe for her.
He got her breathing better than she was before, and thought that he didn't need to breathe for her as much. He put his arms around her, resting his head back onto her chest happy that she wasn't dead
"You're a true Gryffindor Hermione." He said smiling. Her eyes opened slightly, looking at a blurred image.
"Har-" She couldn't finish. Her mouth was dry, and her body was too weak. Her eyes fluttered close, but opened again.
"I'm here Hermione, I'm not leaving you." He said, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. She smiled weakly before her eyes closed again. Harry took out his portkey and yelled out where he wanted to go. He felt the tug on his navel and they were brought back to the outside of Hogwarts. ------------------- Thanks for the ones who have been reviewing. I love reviews, and hope to see more. I hope you are enjoying the story, and I'll most likely update tomorrow.