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AN: Sorry this has taken a while to get out. Uni unfortunately gets in the way of many things. Thanks for the reviews though! Made me warm and fuzzy and want to actually continue, so keep reviewing please!

Everything's So Wrong and That Is Real

Chapter 2

Sunlight filtered in through the bars on Hermione's cell. She woke but kept her eyes closed. The first thing Hermione tasted was the metallic tang of blood. Her head pounded and she ached all over. Her skin felt tight and sticky. A cool breeze alerted her to the fact that she was naked. Hermione racked her brain trying to remember why she was naked. Her memory of the night before was patchy. She remembered it was the full moon, so she theorised that she must have transformed. She remembered Lucius and the Cructacious curse. She remembered her parents. Her parents! Hermione sat up so fast she felt dizzy. Looking around she saw her tattered robes, ruined beyond repair and no use to her now…and her parents' bodies. Hermione crawled over with tears building up. The bodies were mangled wrecks but their faces were still intact. Both frozen in looks of fear and pain. Pain she had caused. Hermione cradled her parents' heads one in each arm and started unconsciously rocking. She mumbled, "So sorry, all my fault," over and over again.

Unusually but mercifully no Deatheaters entered to torture Hermione. Although even if they had Hermione would not have cared. If she had been in a stable state of mind, Hermione may have thought it strange that no Deatheaters entered her cell to cause her more pain and would have wondered what was going on. For the moment though, she was completely in her own world consumed with the guilt of killing her parents. The look of horror on their faces was now forever etched into her memory. Even the smell of blood and fear would be permanently etched into her mind.

In the back of her mind, Hermione was aware of loud noises from outside her cell. She did not move from her position on the floor, her legs were getting numb and she was feeling a chill but still did not move away. Then the door to the cell she had lived in for just over a month opened. Hermione still did not look up; she stared blankly, not focusing on anything except her parents. She did not hear the murmured, "Oh Merlin!"

Hermione did not react in anyway when someone came into her cell and walked over to her, did not feel the cloak draped over her. It was only when that person tried to move her that she reacted. Screaming out and trying desperately to hold on to her parents. She lashed out physically, kicking and scratching and then was suddenly still, fallen into blessed unconsciousness.

Snape led the rescue team to where Hermione Granger was being held. Harry and Ron with much arguing were not in the rescue party. Voldemort was strongest on his own turf and Harry was not prepared to face him yet. Ron was left behind to keep Harry company. The rescue team was made up of Snape, Remus, Tonks and Bill Weasley. After immobilising the few Deatheaters guarding Hermione's cell, Remus opened the door and was shocked. Blood was all over the walls, there was a pile of tattered robes and then Hermione, naked, shivering, rocking slightly and covered in blood. With his superior hearing he could hear her murmurs. She didn't look up as he entered, nor react when Bill came in and muttered, "Oh Merlin."

Remus draped his cloak over Hermione's body and tried to pull her away from the two bodies she was cradling. It was only then that she reacted; she kicked and screamed, scratching and trying to hold onto the bodies, then suddenly fell quiet. Remus wrapped the cloak tighter around her but could still feel the clammy, cold skin and wondered what on earth Voldemort had done to her.

"Deatheaters are coming. Hurry up Lupin," called Tonks from outside the cell. Bill and Remus shared a look of sorrow for Hermione and then both of them raced out, Remus carrying Hermione, she was extremely light. The rescue team escaped the same way they had come in and disapparated to the Order's Headquarters.

Harry meanwhile was pacing while Ron watched him nervously.

"Ron, what if she hates me? I let her down,"

Ron sighed, since Hermione had been taken, Harry had been stressing and was worried that Hermione would blame him.

"Harry, she won't hate you. You have never let her down. You need to calm down. We need to help Hermione when she gets back. She will need our friendship more than ever."

"But,"

Harry was silenced before he could say anything by Ron's hand covering his mouth.

"No more,"

Harry looked at Ron's face. He was grateful for everything Ron and Hermione had done. They both had kept his sanity in check and had always helped him. Ron was right, Hermione would need their help now and he was going to give it to her. Harry pulled Ron into a hug.

"Thank you so much," Harry murmured into Ron's robes. For Ron was of course still taller than Harry.

A loud POP interrupted their quiet moment and the duo ran downstairs to where the noise had come from.

AN: I know it's not long but uni has kept me busy. Review and I'll try my hardest to get another chapter up sooner.