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Rain trickled down the shadowy glass window where a woman sat on the window seal with her had pressed lightly against it. Salty tears fell freely down her face as she stared hollowly out the window. This world was her prison keeping her from what she wanted most. The yells of the dying drifted up to her ears. She had wanted to fight, but he wouldn't let her. He had insisted that she stay up her in their hiding place, and only to come out when it was safe and the last battle was over. He had won. She knew it was true.

Too soon they would come looking for her. She knew it all to well. She being Hermione Jane Granger, one of the chief Aurors. Not to mention a member of the Order. Where she put her brilliant mind and thrust for knowledge to the test. She had ruined his plans many a time, prolonging his victory until now.

Voices and footsteps could be heard on the lower floors, for she had hidden in the attic. Taking her eyes, for the first time, away from the window she turned and looked through one of the small cracks in the hidden door. A sliver of blue wand light, pouring from the crack, illuminated the little room enough that she could see shapes in the darkness around her.

"I found something. Over here." A deep voice echoed through the cold, silent building. It sounded quite familiar, but Hermione did not care, too many other worries clouded her thoughts at this very moment. More footsteps could be heard coming to this place after the voice had spoken.

"It looks like some sort of entrance, don't you think?" This time it was another voice that belonged to a woman, but it was the voice of a woman who sounded all too heartless and cruel.

"Fetch the others, Bellatrix; tell them we may have found a niche where all those ruddy cowering mudbloods are hiding." The first voice said with a sadistic excitement in his voice, "And do be quick about it."

It grew silent as the hurried footsteps became muffled by the thick darkness. The man that had stayed began to whistle, making everything quite eerie. Hermione breathed inaudibly, so as not to be heard, even though she knew she would be caught as soon as Bellatrix returned with the unnecessary others. She sat tranquilly, even forgetting how bitterly arctic it was around her, on the window seal awaiting the inevitable.

"Over there you stupid brutes," The cruel, unloving voice of Bellatrix returned, echoing through out the room in which she hid.

"Alright, I want you all to be ready when I burst open the hiding place," The first man's voice was an audible whisper.

"Deffindo!"

The small door burst and several large chunks went flying in all directions. Hermione shielded her face so as not to be hit. A few pieces cut her arms up a bit, making blood ooze slowly out of them.

"Well, well, well," clucked the man's voice sarcastically. "What have we here? Could it possible be the mudblood know-it-all, best friend to the boy-who-did-not-live? Or would a better name for you be the widow of one named Ronald Weasley?"

Time stopped for Hermione as her breath caught in her chest at the wicked words of Lucius Malfoy. He smirked evilly at her. He raised his wand. Just kill me, she thought desperately, closing her eyes, there was no longer any point for her to be here if both fiancé and best friend were dead. However Lucius muttered a spell under his breath and ropes instantly wrapped themselves around Hermione's body.

She opened her eyes in surprise. Why has he not killed me? It is not in the nature of a cruel Death Eater of such rank to spare a mudblood, she wondered what would have made him do such a thing.

"There are other plans for you, you filthy mudblood. We have been given orders to find you and bring you alive to our Lord." Lucius drawled uncaringly. He turned and looked at Bellatrix. "I'll apperate her to his lair. Find anyone else that might be hiding in here and bring them to the prisons."

Lucius strode over to Hermione, who stood bond by the ropes, shivering in the coldness. He was repulsed, she could tell, to touch but sense it was his masters biddings that she be brought unharmed and alive to him, Lucius did as he was instructed. They begin to swirl and spin as they apperated to some unknown location.

Only his most trusted knew where it was or so Hermione had heard. Severus Snape had once told the Order in one of the meetings. Those days seemed so long ago now at this point in time. It was hard to believe that there could have ever been happiness on the face of this world. How could there be if Harry and especially Ron were gone now, she asked herself sadly in her mind.

Landing hard on a smooth stone, Lucius paid no attention to the fact that Hermione had lost balance and fallen to the cold ground. She made no effort to lift herself up. The room was dark. Torches were lit on the sides of the wall, though it was a dim light. It was beyond freezing in the room, yet a fire could be heard crackling and nipping at the wood with which gave fuel.

"My Lord," She could hear Lucius voice up above her and could just make up that he was bowing very low to the ground in front of stone throne. "I have brought you what you have asked for, Miss Granger," Lucius kicked her hard in the side. The pain in her rubs was almost unbearable, but not enough though that she could not get up so as not to be hit by Lucius rough boot again.

"You will be rewarded, Lucius." The wraithlike voice of Lord Voldemort was colder then the room itself, a mixture of pure evil and malevolence. She had never heard anything of the sort in her life. He spoke again this time he looked at her with his crimson, snake-like eyes. "You may leave now Lucius."

With that said Lucius strode off through the large wooden doors at the end of the colossal room, smirking widely as he went. Hermione felt more alone then ever as the red eyes continued to gaze at her in silence.

A black cloak concealed his face from being seen. His hands rested comfortable on either side of the arm rests of his high and mighty throne. Hermione just stared back at him as though trying to prove she was not afraid of him.

"Do you know why I have brought you here, Miss Granger? Why I have not had you killed?"

She said nothing only continued to stare at him with eyes full of hatred.

"You have the permission to speak, my dear, use it wisely."

"I have no idea why you have decided this." She said through gritted teeth at the thought that this man had killed her best friend and her Ron.

"I need you, Hermione," The sound of her name from coming from his lips made her sick.

"And why is it that you need me, a mudblood?" She question him angrily.

"You have brains likes the which I have not seen for quite some time. I need your mind to help my empire be strong. I can't have your mind being used to form plans to rebel against me, now can I?"

"I will never help you!" She yelled at the top of her longs in defiance.

"You say this now, but in time you will change your mind once I have broken your sprit and crushed your soul." He laughed at this thought which gave him great pleasure. "You will remain with me at all times that it is necessary. I can't afford to lose a creature, such as yourself."

She spit on the ground at the thought, but regretted doing so. For the second she had done this Voldemort has lifted his wand and muttered "Crucio!"

Pain, such as Hermione had never felt in all her fighting as an Auror, rushed through her body. When the curse was lifted her body continued to shake violently on the cold stone ground.

"Now, now, you need to learn to behave, my pet," He said calmly as though talking to a child that had a hard time understanding something. A tear escaped unwillingly from her eyes as she lay shuddering on the ground. Then everything went fuzzy while slowly turning to blackness.