A slow ticking filled the dimly lit room. The only source of light coming from a tiny crack in the large, cold door keeping the men locked inside ffrom the light outside, the warmth outside, the civilization outside. Among those men was a girl, cold and scared. She had been through so much over the past three years. Her eyes were dull, and you could see the nothingness inside. Her skin bruised, and her mind lost. Somewhere tangled in that twisted form crouched in a corner, was the girl that was once filled with so much warmth, so much laughter, that it filled the ones around her. The once chocolate brown eyes of Hermione Granger turned up to look into the dark surrounding her, when she heard it. The door was opening. A cold figure stood, as themen inside crawled away from the horrible light. The strong arm reached in and grabbed the young girl by the hair and dragged her from the room. Dragging her down the halls of this madhouse. Then finally to the place she was so used to over the past years. The place that removed her from society, her memories, and her heart. Throwing her on the table, The man locked her wrist, and ankles into shackles. Then he took the lever, and began to pull, so her left leg began to separate form her torso. She screamed loudly, tears flowing down her cheeks. Screaming so loud, so harsh, it is a wonder how she could scream that loud without her throat tearing. And a chuckle came from the man pulling the lever. The amused face of Draco Malfoy began to laugh mechanically. The glint in his eye worthy of Lord Voldemort himself. "To once was the day, when I was loved by you, cared by you, and betrothed to you. Thy days are gone, gone so fast. And here we are, to meet your maker. Thy day of death appears" he said, glaring at the girl screaming, the girl shouting, the girl who had left him when she had no other options. The witch who gasped her last, withered breath as her eyes snapped open, and her heart began to slow down. The screaming stopped, as her heart began to stop. And before the minute ended, she was dead.
A cold rush slithered up the spine of Harry Potter as the minute ended. And he knew something was wrong. He had looked ruthlessly for three years, and his best friend was still nowhere to be found. Once Ron died, Hermione didn't know where to turn, so she left the house to find Malfoy, who she had for some reason, began talking to. That day was fresh in his mind, for that was the day his life turned around. When the love of his life was torn from society, and taken from him.
Alright everyone, this is just a test. All of my other stories arn't going to well, and I have a good idea for a long, dramatic story. I am right now taking a vote on how many people liked this sample of the plot. To vote, just give me a vote that says "Yes or No" But you can also comment on it :D I'll check back in 1 week, and if the vote it yes, I will post the first chapter (Which I have all written) if no , I'll make this into a one-shot (I'll add some things on)