I walked outside of the small tent and into the lush green woods where Harry, Ron, and I had been camping out while we searched for Horcruxes.
"I'm just going to get firewood" I called into the tent
Ron looked up from his game of exploding snap with Harry and called back " sounds god Mione, are you sure you don't want me to do it?"
"No it's alright '' I said walking away from the small tent and out into the thick woods.
I wandered around the thick woods, clearing my head as well as picking up large dry branches, the part of the woods that we were residing in was quite pretty, the trees towered over us like a protective cage and there were many shrubs mushrooms, and herbs to eat not to mention the wildlife, as I was picking up sticks I heard a rustling in some nearby bushes, I stood up and pulled my wand out, pointing it at the bush, the rustling grew closer and my eyes darted around the darkening woods.
the creature that was emerging from the brush grew closer until I saw a dark wet black nose emerge from the bush and an orange fox jumped out of the bush, I lowered my wand feeling sheepish, I bent down and stroked the fox, it was a friendly little creature and happily nuzzled into my hand and gave it a contented lick, suddenly it cowered away and began to whimper looking behind me.
I turned my head but before I could see anyone, a cold hand clamped around my mouth and the other grabbed me by the waist and yanked me backward making me gasp.
"Let me go you, bastards!" I scream kicking at my captors
"Shut up mudblood" one of them yells as they blindfold me and throw me over their shoulder
I continue to kick and cry, feeling the hot tears drip down my face and onto my captor's back. Why did I have to go looking for firewood! Why didn't I let Ron do it!
I didn't even know who these people were but I had a good idea of who they worked for and what they were going to
"Deatheaters" I whispered through sobs
"Such a smart little mudblood one of the two death eaters say says "and such a pretty little one to" he reaches out and strokes my cheek and curls a lock of my thick brown hair around his finger, the other death eater, the ones whose shoulder i was slumped over whipped around causing me to lurch to one side of their back
"Goyle will you shut the fuck up for two seconds and stop flirting with our captive"
"Goyle?" I thought I knew him, he was one of Malfoy's "henchmen" as Harry and Ron referred to them as "That was flirting!" I say aloud "no wonder your single"
i heard Goyle mutter something about a recent breakup but my other captor lets out a short laugh, swaying me a bit
"Very true mudblood" he says, before Id can respond or continue struggling out of the very firm grip he apparates, I begin to sob again as I peek out from under my blindfold, I look all around me there's nothing but thick dark woods, much thicker and darker than the forbidden forest, i saw Goyle still fat as ever looking very red with an ugly scar across his face and I try to look at my other captor but my blindfold was yanked back over my face and tight end, we walked for a long time around thirty minutes until I heard a gate creak open and then a door, the hallway that we were in was chilly and dim, I heard Goyle and my other captor mumble something to someone in french, I knew the language well enough but I was tired and my head was spinning and I was focusing on making a plan.
fat tears rolled down my cheeks
My captor placed me down on the cold hard floor and I was just about to dash towards the door when my captor began to drag me up a flight of stairs, I tried to wriggle out of there grasp but they simply grinned and we continued to make our way up the many flights of stairs, soon we stopped at the top of what seemed to be the one-hundredth staircase when i heard a key turning in a door and i was shoved inside a dark cold room, my captor lead me to a bed where he lifted me up and placed me down.
my breathing was quick and fast and I was sobbing
"Please let me go" i sobbed as he began to tie my hands to the bedpost
"Whatever you think i know i don't, i have no clue where harry is he left months ago without i word" i began to shake "i promise i know nothing about his whereabouts"
My captor smirked "you're a good liar, if he left so long ago and you know nothing about his whereabouts then pray tell?, what were you doing in the forest at this hour and so far away from Hogwarts you wouldn't want to miss any exams?" he had me there, i recognized his cool charming sarcastic voice but i couldn't place it "but despite how much you know about potter that is not why you are here"
"Why am I here?" i asked through tears struggling against the ropes as my captor continued to bound my wrists to the bedposts
My captor remained silent but i heard the uncorking of a bottle and soon felt the cold rim of the bottle pressed against my lips, i pressed my lips together as my captor tried to force them open
"Come on Granger be a good little mudblood" he pinched my nose shut until i felt as if i were going to burst, after around forty seconds i feel as if my lugs are going to pop and u i gasped for air shaking slightly as my captor forced every drop of liquid down my throat, he then got up and left slamming the door and locking it, i lay there for a minute or two, head pounding, heart racing, body thrashing against the tight ropes, the last thing i remembered before being completely emerged in blackness is hearing the sound of someone screaming out of sheer pain and people trying to console the screamer, i also swore i heard the voice crying my name in pure agony.