Chapter 5

*Hermione's point of view*

It had been about five days since my battle with the Death Eater; most of these five days involved me sleeping. At first my slumber was a much welcomed peaceful sleep; yet as my body healed the endlessly nightmares that visited me when I closed my eyes soon came back. So here I am lying in an unknown bed, having to take deep shaky breaths as a lovely cold sweat was dripping off of me. Not a pleasant way for anyone to wake up, but seeing that my nightmares had finally returned ensured me that it was indeed time for me to make my escape and get back on track with my mission. The Death Eaters have had far too much time to do god knows what, and it was my job to stop them no matter what the cause.

I laid there for a little while trying to take in everything around me. I could hear footsteps up above leaving me with the impression that I was in some sort of a cellar. I had a very strange feeling that I wasn't in a prison or a hospital, but in a house of some sort. Never the less it was now or never as I slowly sat up and as carefully as I could I started removing all the IV's, unnecessary bandages, and slid out of my arm sling. After I did a quick cleaning of the room, I grabbed my trusty little bag and secured on my favorite avider sunglasses. I was so relieved to find them along side my wand and that they were not broken in the fight; I would have been absolutely devastated if I had lost them. The potions that Madame Promfery had given me certainly did the job of healing my injuries, but since I used just a potion instead of properly being treated using a combination of magic and potions I was only healed enough to walk and such, but aparating was most likely out of the question. Knowing my luck I would most likely aparate into a bloody tree or something. So regretfully I had to play it safe and I was forced to escape the old fashion way, on foot.

As I tip toed outside of the little cream colored room I became more and more confused on where I was exactly. Not to mention who ever treated me didn't really give a damn about my clothes, for I was stuck in a little hospital nightgown. My only god savor was that they left my underwear and bra on me. However I was rather pleased and shocked when I found myself standing in a laundry room of all places. With a silent blessing to the gods above I quickly walked over to the washer and drier machines and searched for any cloths that could possibly fit. To my dismay apparently there were a lot of males that lived here, for all I could find was men's jeans and t shirts. Wasting far too much time I quickly found the smallest pair of jeans and shirt and got changed as fast as possible. Now it was time for the more difficult part of the escape; getting by whoever was upstairs. Cautiously I crept up the stairs, pausing to sit on the top stair; listening to the conversation that was taking place just outside the door that led to the cellar.

"Edward where you able to figure out anything on who might our guest be and where she came from?" Said a very calm voice that seemed faintly familiar. The moment the words hit my ears I was shocked, his words were literally like velvet. However I had to keep focus because the main subject of the conversation seemed to be about me.

"Well the only information I can gather was what I saw last week when Bella and I went to pick up our transcripts. The same day that Rosalie found her. When we were leaving I only quickly saw what Mike Newton was thinking. Apparently he met her, but there was no name or anything connected to his thoughts." Now who ever said this had an even more silky smooth voice than the first guy; but what was he saying about seeing what that Mike kid was thinking? Things were getting stranger and stranger.

"Hhhmmm I see, well this is most defiantly an interesting situation; and you were not able to read any of her thoughts?" The first voice said. There seemed to be a lot of concern in his voice, who in the world were these people?

"No. She seems to be just like Bella, I cannot see anything and it is driving me crazy. Clearly she has been having nightmares and I was hoping if I could piece together those than we can figure out what happened to her. But I can't pick up anything." The second voice stated with a deep sigh, dripping with annoyance and anger. Apparently reading minds is his specialty and it was driving him mad that he couldn't read mine. I couldn't help but giggle to myself; I love it when I can outsmart people.

"Is everything alright Carlisle?" Said a new voice that came into the picture. Her voice was almost like a song, so light and cheerful.

"Well to be honest I have a bad feeling about this girl, when we were treating her we found other scars, and these types of scars I haven't seen since my more early years of practicing." Said the first voice, he seemed so sad and what was even more sad was the fact I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"What do you mean Carlisle?" Said a brand new voice. Another girl and from her voice I could tell that she was a little bit on the shyer side.

'Torture. I didn't think there were any groups of people in this day and age that still used those kinds of methods. But the marks are as clear as day. She has the words mud blood carved into her forearm and even worse there is the word mud branded on the back of her neck. I haven't seen that sort of thing since the around 1700's." The first voice concluded. But immediately my mid was reeling. Did he see all my scars? The 1700's? Who where these people? Immortals? I just could not wrap my mind around the situation, and I was growing increasingly more nervous that pretty soon they will soon discover my identity.

Thankfully the conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a phone; thank you Merlin I did not know how much more my mind can take in one sitting. I sat there as still as possible as one of the people appeared to have excited the room to answer the phone, while the others stayed. Less than a minute later someone returned.

"That was Sam on the phone. He said that they had discovered something interesting in the woods. They are going to come over to speak to us. Apparently what they found deserves an in person description." I recognized the voice who must have answered the phone; he was the mind reader. I could only pray that this Sam did not find my camp site. Even though I had a good deal of protection spells cast around my site, when I was recovering to protect my mind I had to refocus my energy on my mental barriers and not the barriers around my tent. I can only hope my protection spells stayed intact and now more than ever I needed to get the bloody hell out of here.

"Is the entire pack coming?" asked the shy girl, her voice was filled with nerviness and sorrow. "Is Jake coming?" Unfortunately she was cut off as distant knocks could be heard. This time everyone left the room and it was finally now or never.

To Be Continued….