Disclaimer: not mine, never was, wish it was
Chapter 3
Hermione woke up, and pain raced through every part of her body. Her head lulled to her left, and when it came into contact with her shoulder, she felt the pain that was becoming so familiar. Her head was pounding, and she knew that surrounding her was a mix of vomit and urine. She had not eaten in days and she knew the end was going to come soon.
"Is
this how I'm going to die? All alone in some old house on the
opposite side of the world from my friends." She thought to
herself. Tears ran down her face and for once in her life Hermione
wished she were dead. Bruises were all over her skin and she had 2
black eyes. She knew her leg was broken, and maybe her jaw was
too.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and everytime
she tried to say something, all that would come out was a slur. If it
were not for the magic rope binding her, she would be on the ground,
covered in muck and desperately trying to get up. She closed her
eyes, and the familiarity of unconsciousness was nearing…
