Unforeseen and Unfortunate

"I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears and if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave. Because your presence still lingers here and it wont leave me alone. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just so much that time cannot erase. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears, when you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears, and I've held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me. You used to captivate me, by your resonating light, but now I'm bound by the life you left behind. Your face it haunts, my once pleasant dreams, your voice; it chased away all the sanity in me. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just so much that time cannot erase. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears, when you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears, and I've held your hand though all of these years, but you still have all of me. I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, and though you're still with me, I've been alone all along."

"I've been alone all along."

Hermione woke with a start as the door to her cell slammed shut. She looked around herself confused as several thoughts swirled around her mind. 'How…When…What…Where am I!' seemed to be the overpowering thought. She looked around and saw she was in a semi-large room, the sort of size of a bedroom. The walls bricked, not plastered, and there was no heating. Not that it mattered; just looking around the room gave her a chill. She slowly, unsurely, walked over to her door and looked out through the tiny opening. She saw more cells, tens of them. She knew this wasn't Azkaban, as she didn't feel depressed like she would have done because of the Dementors. She tried to remember back to the day before, but all she could think about was the death of her parents. The more she thought, she more the memories came back. Her knees gave way as she remembered everything.

Just as she started crying, someone unlocked her door and came in. It was so dark she couldn't see whom it was, but heard his cold voice mutter, "Petrificus Totalus". They walked over to her and she felt her stomach drop at the sight of the man who had just bound her. "Wingardium Leviosa" he continued and she was immediately sailing along behind him as he walked from her cell. He walked her into a room that was dark, with only subtle light illuminating certain parts of the room she couldn't see.

"Ah, well done, Draco. You may leave," said a different cold voice as Draco put Hermione down and walked out of the room. "Enervate," said that same cold voice. Hermione bolted upright and looked around. Words escaped her as she saw hundreds of death eaters, including Lucius Malfoy and Belatrix Lestrange.

"Lucius, your son will make an excellent Deatheater one day, I am proud." Hermione spun around at the voice and looked Voldermort in the eye. He smirked at the scared look on her face. "Good evening, Granger." He spat, "Now, you are here for a reason, no doubt. I don't have the time to play around; I'll get straight to the point. I am willing to give you two options, 1: You will join me; become a Deatheater, and my spy at Hogwarts. 2: You will be used as my Deatheaters play toy, I regret to inform you that killing cannot fully satisfy them," she looked around at them, and then stared at Lucius who smirked at her back. Realization set in, yet again. She turned to look back at Voldermort 'this has got to be some kind of sick joke' she thought, but Voldermort looked deadly serious. "Well, we haven't got all day, which do you choose?"

"I will never join you," she yelled without thinking twice.

"Very well. Lucius," he signalled towards Hermione and Malfoy came over, looking as though he had just killed his worst enemy, and dragged her back down to her cell.

Lucius dragged her down the steps, not caring what she hit or scrapped. Numerous times she hit the walls and at one point he turned the corner so sharply that she hit her ribs again. Her body wasn't fully healed from before, so the pain was even more wounding.

He stood her up at the last moment, but she couldn't stand so he just threw her in her cell. Unfortunately, he walked in after her.

"You made a bad decision, Granger. At least we will get to have a little bit of fun with you before you die." He spat at her.

"I'd rather die than join you!" She yelled back at him.

"Crucio!" he yelled at her. She felt the pain seer through her body as she doubled over in pain. "Things are going to be a lot worse than that, you filthy little Mudblood!"

She had to use all her energy to look up at him. She saw the evil in his eyes, the darkness that didn't reside in his son's. She gave him the most evil glare she could muster.

He smirked at her. "Oooo scary Granger. Crucio!" he yelled again, and Hermione felt the pain seer through her yet again before …

Hermione woke later the same morning. She was in the cell as she had been before. She tried to get up but screamed in pain as she tried. 'What the hell did they do to me?' she thought as she closed her eyes and tried to block out the thoughts as to not think about what they could have done with an unconscious muggle-born.

She tried again for a second time, being a bit more careful this time. She had to get out of here. She had to get out of this hellhole and go back to those who cared about her, no matter how much she didn't want to see them. She slowly was able to raise herself and walk over to the door. She tried to listen for any signs of life, but heard nothing. She felt around her robes for her wand, but remembered that it was probably still at her house.

Being stuck in this room brought back memories of how her father treated her. She remembered one time that she wanted to be free so badly that she willed the door to open. Thankful for memories like that, she tried to do the same.

'Alohomora, Alohomora, Alohomora, Alohomora, Alohomora, Alohomora, Alohomora, Alohomora' she muttered to herself whilst she was thinking about the door opening. After about a minute of saying the spell over and over, the door finally opened, and she let out a small gasp before taking off along the corridor as quietly as she could.

Hermione quietly made her way down the hall, past the other cells. She didn't dare look in them. Suddenly, she came to a door, which surprisingly, was unlocked. Before opening it she put her ear to the door, but heard nothing, and there were no rays of light coming from underneath so she opened it and walked into a small corridor with steps at the end. She gently, and painfully, ran up the stairs and put her ear to the door again. Nothing. She opened the door and was led into a huge study.

"Trying to escape?" said a man's voice to the left of her. She turned to look at him, but couldn't muster the strength to speak. It was Draco. He smirked at her "You can't escape. The entire manor is protected from trespassers, which also means you can only get out if you are allowed out."

"How could you do this to me?" she cried, her voice husky.

Draco looked completely bowled over by that question. "I'm a Malfoy" he shrugged.

"What happened to the Malfoy who saved me? I saw it in you, this isn't you!" she said, trying to distract him whilst trying to find a way out. She would have to do this muggle style against a fully armed and trained wizard. She had already spotted the fireplace, and the floo powder.

Draco merely rolled his eyes as she walked closer to him.

"Hermione, in all fairness, you have no idea who I am. Then again, nothing in this world is fair", he smirked 'that's true' she thought as he walked nearer to her. "Silencio!" he muttered, waving his wand around the room. As soon as he had his back turned, Hermione was looking for something, anything that she could use. Then it clicked. She picked up the lantern Draco was using for light and dropped it as near to him as she could get it. Her eyes weld up with tears at the pain, just from throwing a lantern. The lantern broke near enough to set Draco's robes on fire. He didn't quite realise until it was a bit too late, and unfortunately for him, his wand was on the desk.

She ran past him heading towards the fireplace, but he got hold. He gasped as he looked at her for the first time, and she felt the tears her eyes held, fall. He pushed her to the floor. She got up briskly and punched him as hard as her body let her. With all the energy she could acquire, crying, she ran to the fireplace and yelled, "Grimmauld Place!"

"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just so much that time cannot erase."

"Grimmauld Place!" she yelled, the only place that she felt she could go. She felt the flames tickle the bare parts of her skin and then her body being dragged faster and faster through the whirlwind of fireplaces. Trying to fight the pain and urge to scream, and the feeling of becoming dizzy, she closed her eyes and waited till she appeared in Grimmauld Place.

Not such a good idea.

She stopped so suddenly, he legs gave way under the sudden weight of her, and she fell to the floor, weak, tears streaming down her face.

She didn't quite realise all the people staring at her in shock and disbelief. At least, not until someone came up behind her and tried to pick her up. The pain shot through her body and her reflexes shot her arms back at whoever was behind her. The sharp pain had stopped.

That was until someone else came up behind her, someone with a stronger grip. The pain shot through her once again but this time it did not subside. She yelled out just before everything went black.

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