Begin Story: Freedom's Liberty, Slavery's Blood
Chapter 1: Thoughts of a Future
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I sat on a cold, eerie floor, feeling locked up, even though I was sitting in one of the biggest, elegant rooms I have ever seen.
A dark green king size bed in front of the door, a pretty oak dresser to the right, a gorgeous cherry oak nightstand next to the bed, a fireplace in the adjacent wall, a green velvet couch to the left, some leather armchairsfather left, and a closet full of pretty clothes, surround me. It isn't mine of course. The only things that I did have were my hope and freedom.
My hope. Ah, innocent hope. It's all diminished. Shriveled up and dry. Dead and alone.
And freedom. What a laugh. As soon as I was captured, they brought me here, and my freedom soared... That freedom is locked up in a cupboard, along with my life. My dream life. Any wish of escaping this dreadful room, in this horrible house had disappeared during the two months I had spent as a prisoner here. In my place on the floor, I gave out tearless sobs filled with hate. I had been harshly reminded of how I had ended up here at the mannequin of a girl playing a piano.
o0o0o0o Flashback o0o0o0o
It was a warm sunny day; Ron and I were holding hands as we walked, a brilliantly sized diamond ring on my finger. We were engaged, and so was our best friend Harry. He had proposed to Ginny, and we were going to have a double wedding. I knew we were only twenty, and Ginny nineteen, but we were in love. True love, it's a beautiful thing.
It was supposed to have happened that day, at five o' clock. Everyone was to be there, my friends and family and most importantly Ron. I was supposed to have lived happily ever after. It had come as a surprise, the news that I was carrying his child, but Ron couldn't be more ecstatic. We had had five hours left to kill, and decided to visit Harry, who was now an Auror. We entered his office and knew immediately something was wrong. Harry was looking oddly at a red folder on his desk.
"Shouldn't that be in the 'in' box?" I asked.
"I don't know, this was in the 'out' box, but I don't remember seeing it before." Harry answered her, still puzzling over the folder. The bright red color was supposed to symbolizes an emergency, and something that needed immediate tending to.
"It's an old lady's murder case, we should check it out." Ginny said, taking the folder from Harry and leafing through it.
Ron was the head of the Crimes and Murders Department and had been for two years. Ginny had become a Healer after finishing her training, which was only a year ago. Harry and I however were Aurors, ever since we left school.
"Ginny, we're getting married in five hours, can't this wait?" Harry asked her, smiling at the thought of only five hours before they would be man and wife. Now, looking back, I wish we had listened to him. But Ginny, always the one to want to help people in need, had told him that wedding or not, they needed to go. Harry just smiled at her, knowing this was why he wanted to marry her, they truly did love each other.
So we left, appearing to an in front of an old manor house, it was dark and msyterious, but oddly gave off something beautiful about it. The insides were a different story, they were dark and unwelcoming. We all stood in the room. The letter had said the old lady would be in the current rooom. There was a chandelier above my head, a piano in the corner, and a desk over by the fireplace. Harry and Ginny went to look at the desk, while Ron toyed with the piano. I just stood looking around; wanting to leave so I could marry the man of my dreams.
Then I heard Ron hit a sour note on the piano and the distinct noise of rope being unraveled. Ron looked up, to see the chandelier rocking, and looked underneath it to find me.
"MOVE!" He shouted, attracting Ginny and Harry's attention. Ron lunged towards me throwing the both of us across the room till we were stopped by a dusty red wall and a set of gold curtains, hanging from the window.
I heard the loud crash as the chandelier hit the ground, then saw Ron tangled in the curtain, and began working him out. He hugged me and wouldn't let me go till I smacked his arm.
"That note it triggered the chandelier." I panted pulling away from Ron, turning to look at Harry and Ginny.
"Be careful not to touch anything," Harry commanded, looking around nervously. We had found ourselves at a door, which I opened letting the dead body that was shoved inside, fell out. Unable to see anyone else, I looked down at the body. It was Ron, he was dead. I screamed, as I felt a hand on my shoulder and Ron's comforting voice. I suddenly figured out what the body was.
"Riddikulus!" I shouted, my wand at the body. It turned into a dummy, with a mop of blonde hair, and a yarn smile stitched onto its face. I stepped over it, into a hallway filled with doors. I pulled one open, and turned to my friends to go first, they were looking behind me in horror. A bunch of Death Eaters, real ones this time, had come out of the door. All I could hear was cold, commanding voice yell.
"Capture the girl, the one with brown hair, and bring her to me! Kill the rest!"
I turned to the Death Eaters, who had formed a circle around me, leaving no escape. I didn't want to give away that I knew wandless magic, and so I fumbled for my wand. A Death Eater grabbed it and snapped it. From somewhere on the other side of the circle, I heard a thump, a body hit the ground. I wrestled my way out to find that Ginny had fallen to the ground, dead. Harry had fled the house, and Ron was trying to reach me.
"Hermione, I love you!" He yelled, taking my hand through the throng of Death Eaters. They lifted me up and shouting stunning spells at me.
"RON!" I yelled, trying to reach my love, who was being pushed away from me. He gave me a heartbroken look, picked up Ginny's lifeless body, and left me alone in the clutches of the Death Eaters.
"I'm sorry!" He yelled, right before he apparated away. "I really am this time!"
I felt them all stunned me at once, and the world went black.
o0o0o0o End of Flashback o0o0o0o
And here I am, captive to an evil Death Eater. He claims he loves me, but it doesn't matter, I loathe him. More than I have ever hated anyone. He treats me okay, for a servant of an evil bastard. Yes, of course. When you hear 'servant of an evil bastard', he's the servant, and Voldemort is the evil bastard.
There's a knock at the door, shaking me from my thoughts.
"Hermione, are you awake?" He asks me through the door. I can see the brass knob turning, and the door click open. A dark haired man enters, dressed in all black, he stooped down beside me.
"Come on, we're having guests for lunch." He says, his indigo eyes piercing into my brown orbs.
"No, you're having friends over, I'm not going. I'm staying right here." I say, holding my ground, all the while knowing it's useless.
"No, Hermione, you're going." He spat, wrenching me up by my arm. I whimpered.
"Come on now, get ready." He says, shoving me towards the closet door and then leaving, still smirking at me. I scowled; knowing this is going to be a long day.
I stepped from my room, wearing capris, with holes in the knee and a red tank top, a jean jacket slung over my shoulder. Walking down the stairs, I entered the dining area. The oak table made a resounding thump as my jacket hit a vase on the table. I picked it up, not shattered at all. Him, that sick bastard, was looking at me from the head of the table, looking almost respectable. Almost.
"Hello Hermione." He says, twisting his lips into a perverted smile.
"I have nothing to say to you." I say as nicely as I can, but still manage to fit some spitfire in it. I know I would get in trouble.
"Sit down, will you?" He says, glaring at me. I shook my head, and leaned myself against the wall. Draco Malfoy sat across from where I was supposed to be sitting. He gave me a sad smile, as if he knew... As if he knew...
It was eerie. I look next to my chair to see Theodore Nott, his lips form an elegant smirk, as he listens intently to Blaise. Across from Theodore Nott, sat Pansy Parkinson, a sneer on her pug face. I snort, and quickly cover it up with a cough as Blaise looked at me. I didn't listen to anything they talked about. After all, they were only evil mind controlled bastards, what could they do if I didn't listen? I straighten myself, and left the dining area, Blaise jumping up and coming after me.
"Hermione, get back here right now!" He screams, grabbing me by my arm, and jerking me around.
"You have no right to force me to listen to that shit!" I yell at him, making him flinch at the volume in my voice.
"You live here now! I find it nessecary for you to be there, as my supporter!" He retorts equally, this time making me flinch. But I wasn't backing down. By now, the occupants of the dining area had stood in the doorway, watching the whole ordeal. But neither Blaise or I were watching them.
"Then go find another bitch who'll support you, cause I'm done!" I yell, storming towards the stairs. I made it halfway up, until he grabbed me tightly around my arms again.
"You're going back down there." He says bossingly but calmly, shoving me down the stairs, only for me to land on my arse. I sat on the floor, not moving.
"I'm not going." I whisper with tears in my eyes. I refuse to back down. He got to the bottom of the stairs, and wrenchs me up for the second time today. He pulls me closer to him and he sustains me by holding me up.
"I'm not going to kill you, Hermione. Any one else, they would have been gone. But I love you, don't you understand? Why I keep you here, and force you along with me?" I drop myself to my feet, rubbing my arms.
"Well, I don't care!" I yell, raising my voice again.
"I don't love you! I never will! I love Ron, and you'll never match up to him! Or how he loved me! Or how he cared for me!" I say and run up the stairs, too quickly for Blaise to comprehend, for he hadn't followed me. I lay face down on my bed, no Blaise's bed he had lent me, and cried into the pillows Blaise had lent me.
That whole thing was true. I didn't love Blaise. ' I never would love Blaise.' I swore to myself. I did still hold feelings for Ron near my heart, and in my mind, somewhere, in the tiniest space possible, I hoped Ron still was looking for me. And that he was waiting.
I heard Blaise walk into my room, but I didn't move, and he thought I was sleeping, and left the tray of soup on the cherry oak nightstand near my bed. I sat up, and ate some of the soup, leaving the rest there.
I didn't go to sleep, instead, I journeyed through the thick and lusciously beautiful garden in the courtyard beside Blaise's room. He probably saw me, as he walked out right after me.
"Hermione--" He starts, but I cut him off.
"Please, I don't feel like talking to you right now." I say, moving myself to my favorite part of the large garden. It was a large bush of bright yellow daffodils. Daffodils meant hope. I smiled, as large tears rolled down my cheeks. I left them and let them drop off my face, to the pavement. I walk towards the center of the garden, farther away from Blaise. A beautiful fountain of an angel stood, water emerging from the angel's head. The flowers planted neatly around the fountain, were geraniums, which symbolized peace.
I look at my reflection in the fountain. I was pale, and the tears had just traced a same colored path down my face. My curly hair was ruffled, and cheeks were now flushed. I sat next to the ruby red flowers, litherium it was called. An ancient plant that symbolized salavation and freedom. I smile, tuck one behind my ear, and head back inside for bed.
Freedom's Liberty, Slavery's Blood
Chapter 1: Thoughts of a Future
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