After a while Hermione ended up in a raptous conversation with Ginny, they were both sitting cross legged on the floor whilst the others involved themselves in conversations round Sirius.
"Well you were up there so long I thought you were in a coma or something! I'm so glad you're safe." Ginny said smiling at Hermione.
"Up where? In that room?"
"Yeah, did you only wake up today? I didn't know whether you where conscious but just wanted to have time to yourself or something."
Hermione narrowed her eyebrows,
"When you say, 'today' what do you mean? How long have I been up there for?"
Ginny's eyes widened slightly,
"You don't know? It's been three days since you arrived back here in Sirius' arms."
"Three days?!" Hermione shook her head in disbelief.
So that's how so much of the pain has gone. She thought to herself.
Ginny nodded, and then looked nervous, she glanced down and then back up again and Hermione noticed her wringing her hands. She spoke quietly.
"Hermione? Please tell me. How did you escape?" Hermione nodded, she had been expecting this.
"how much did Dumbledore tell you?"
"Hardly anything, he sat us down, told us that you had gone on an almost-suicidal mission but if you succeeded the benefits would be great."
"He was right." Hermione said without thinking, glancing at Sirius. She smiled and looked down. "Just before last school year term ended I took a few books out of the library for a bit of home reading. I found '50 ways of setting a house elf free." in the right hand corner under a load of cobwebbed covered books. However, when I picked it up there was a small, scrappy old book with something scribbled on the front."
Hermione scanned the room for a pen, then scribbled something on the back of Ginny's hand.

'Il profeta'

Hermione began her tale again at Ginny's bemused face,
"It means, 'prophecies' in Spanish. Anyway, I was intrigued so I took it out along with my others. When I got home, I opened it up to find it was all handwritten. The pages were worn and the book was surprisingly heavy for one so small. I spent about a week just translating the words so I could read it. One night, I translated a part which nearly made my heart stop, it read:

" The pain and torment that I felt in there was unbearable. I cannot state the term, 'every day', as time had dissolved and seeped through the walls which we were entrapped in. My soul was wrenched out of my body, they stole it, its what they do. I wasn't breathing, I was even denied that. Nausea was there with me constantly, there was nothing, just agony, torture and suffering.
Then suddenly, light was lifted into my aching existence, she rescued me, she had remembered me after so long. She had come through the veil. Yet they did not claim her soul as they did mine, she fought it, she shone like an immense candle in the midst of black. she told me she had found our prophecy, she knew she could rescue me because she had heard the prophecy tell her so."
Anyway, I didn't read anymore just yet, I jumped up. I knew this person had been into the same place Sirius was, I knew it! And this person had escaped! This was the moment where I was involved. One way or another. I had to know Sirius' prophecy. I had to save him."