Sorry for not updating last night guys. My sister was on the computer and I got Caught up in watching my homeboy ALI G! WOOT! So funny...
Anyways, thanks for the reviews, they always keep me going, and here it is!
Hermione fell back onto the bed. She had managed to shimmy her way up the wall and stand up from there, getting extremely dusty in the process.
Hermione shivered at what was to become of her. She was all part of the dark lord's plan… Hermione didn't like the sound of it one bit. She had heard all of Harry's descriptions of Voldemort. Bald, face like a snake, red eyes with slits… Jesus, what the fuck is she supposed to do?
The door opened and Hermione turned her head.
'Shit!' she swore in her mind.
Peter Pettigrew stood there with an ugly look on his face. Hermione swallowed as she was lifted up with surprising strength. She thought that wormtail would struggle under Hermione's limp weight, but she assumed that it was his silver hand that speeded up the process.
She was shoved down a similar dark hallway and forced downstairs. When they reached the basement stairs, Hermione was thrown to the ground as wormtail opened the door. She was picked up again and pushed un-ceremoniously down the creepy basement.
Hermione wasn't going to go anywhere willingly. She stood in the place that she had stopped until wormtail gave her another good shove.
They had reached the dark, low ceiling basement. Spiders crawled from their webs and Hermione was sure that she saw a giant snake slither in a far off corner.
Wormtail pushed her into another room where she hit her head on the low doorway. When Hermione could see properly her blood ran cold.
She was reminded of fourth year, when Harry had told them about Voldemort's return. She looked around and saw death-eaters dressed in their black robes, wearing those skull-like masks.
She looked into the middle of the circle and saw Voldemort.
She seriously thought she was going to lose it right there. Wormtail pushed her into the middle of the circle and she almost bumped into Voldemort. The shock of him being so close made Hermione stagger a bit. He looked right into her eyes when she turned around, Hermione thought she actually shit her pants. She would have to check later, if she was alive.
Voldemort smiled at her, if she was a frequent visitor. All Hermione could do was swallow and maybe control the rest of her urine.
An hour later Hermione lay on the basement floor, she had been cruioed, imperioed, and everything that could be possibly imagined was done to her until she lied here on the dirty basement floor, unable to get up. The death-eaters around her seemed bent over with laughter; they couldn't get enough of her pain. Hermione thought about her Muggle school teaching her about the ways of Hitler, she glanced at Voldemort, hoping he would take the same fate one day.
"Now," Voldemort said bent over to Hermione. "Your going to be a good mud-blood while we wait here for Scar-head, are you?"
Hermione didn't respond, she just laid on the floor in silence.
Voldemort gestured to wormtail to get Hermione out here. She was lead out of the room the same way she came in, just more painful due to her injures.
As Hermione was leaving, she distantly heard Voldemort talking about a lingerie party. She pushed this out of her mind; she had more pressing things to think about, like how she was going to fucking get out of here.
"How long has she been gone?" Sirius asked Dumbledore.
They were all gathered in his office. Harry was absent mindly stroking Fawlkes, Ron was sitting stiffly in his chair, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were pacing the room. Whole lotta Order members were in the room, most of them aurors. Everyone seemed deep in conversation. Only Sirius, Ron, Harry and the Weasly's were showing concern in their own way.
"Almost two days." Harry answered Sirius's question.
Sirius didn't know what to do with himself. Ether he reveal his and Hermione's secret relationship, or he bottle everything up, and hope to un-leash it during kinky sex with Hermione. He was hoping that could happen, otherwise...
"I shouldn't be thinking about sex! Fuck! I am such a fucking asshole!' Sirius screamed in his head.
"It would have to have been Voldemort," Lupin had spoken up. "This is probably one of his traps for Harry."
"Well, why don't I just fucking go after him? The fucking douche bag has wanted me to for years…" Harry ranted.
"We haven't found all the horcruxes yet Harry. It's too much of a risk to let you die trying to kill him and him just coming back after you're gone…" Dumbledore spewed. Even he was baffled in the tender situation.
Mrs. Weasly started crying on the mantle piece, Mr. Weasly started rubbing her back and whispering in her ear.
Sirius was swaying in the spot he was standing in. he didn't know what to do until-
"Fuck this shit. I'm going after her." Harry left abruptly. Sirius stared after him for a moment, and then followed.
OOOO! CLIFFY! I will try my hardest to update tommorrow guys!