Hello again everyone, I don't think I will be able to update next weekend, I have so much stuff going on that's its crazy, I might get another one in this weekend, or during the week, if I'm lucky. Sorry if this story is taking long, I do try to update every week.

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Raevyin

Voldemort:

Who was this girl? Yes she had a name, Mione Wendle...yet she was shrouded in mystery. Nothing came up on background checks, nothing, she wasn't even there. No family...nothing.

What was this girls story?

I walked into the room she was held in, yes she was scared, I could tell that even she would admit that. I had never met this girl except for the first time...and it seemed like she knew me...from somewhere, yet that was impossible.

I also couldn't find myself calling her a mudblood...it seemed impossible, just the sheer power that radiated off her...how?

Then again Tom...your half blood yourself...and look at you, your the most powerful wizard ever born, ever put into this world!

"I will ask you again girl, tell us everything you know."

She never spoke a word, she just shook her head no...it was always no...

"Crucio." Screams of pain, she had given up on fighting screams.

We had tried pain, all kinds of pain, yet nothing.

"If your friends cared about you, they would of found you by now." I stated, watching her closely, nothing.

"Answer me you foolish girl, your friends care nothing about you, or they would of found you, they would of rescued you, and yet you still hold out because of that fleeting thought?" I whispered close to her ear, and watched her shudder.

I saw her body fall a bit...I knew I hit a soft spot.

"Not going to answer me girl?"

"I have a name, and it isn't girl, TOM."

No one called me that, very few even knew that name anymore.

"How do you know my name?" It was more of a demand then a question.

"Even filthy mudbloods like me have mysteries Tom." That was it, that was her answer.

"Bring it in." IT was my new creation...pure sadness, terror...it feed off happiness itself...Dementors.

Hermione:

He was trying to break me, I could tell...but what was he bringing in? Then I felt it...the temperature dropped...my breath grew misty...I was frozen to the spot...Dementor. I saw it glide in...its robe, tattered and rotten billowed around it.

It stopped in front of me, and took in a rattling breath...like dry leaves...rattling, dry...ugly.

I felt cold all over...then the memories surfaced...

I saw Ron hit by the queen...and gone...I couldn't help him. I was so weak, so helpless...yet I had to go on. But I couldn't get that image out of my mind, his red hair, his form...laying there...

I saw the basilisk out of the mirror...it was beautiful...even I would have to admit that. I felt its gaze, my body stiffened...but I hadn't gotten to Harry yet, I hadn't gotten to Ron either...we were going to lose...they had to find out...blackness.

I saw Sirius fall though the veil...hit by a curse. Oh god Sirius no! No! SIRIUS!!! He was never saw again.

I saw Snape shoot out his curse...unknowing to anyone I had been there, somehow I had manged it,...I might of stopped it...but no I was a coward. I saw the light leave Dumbledores eyes, the twinkle was gone...that ever infuriating twinkle that gave everyone hope... The wizarding worlds very hope seemed to die with him.

I saw Voldemort, now in his snake like form instead of his much better looking one, his eyes were slits that glared at me, a dark scarlet red...blood red. I heard his rattling hissing breath...and his wand was pointed at me. I could almost hear the killing curse...but I had already moved by then. He came towards me...but then stopped...he once again raised his wand, muttering curses that I never heard...but I got away...as did Harry.

I screamed, I heard myself screaming, but no words that was good.

More, smaller, less horrific memories hit me...

The Dementor came closer, and it touched me, caressing my skin softly, sucking the very hope out of me. I whimpered and tried to move away, but it had me in a tight grip...

Its skin was slimy, yet cracked and dry all at the same time. And cold, oh was it cold...freezing. It pulled me close, and I could smell death on it, sadness, terror. It stank with fear that it had reaped upon happily.

I was trapped against it, whimpering I sank to the floor, and it never let go, it pulled me onto its lap, and nuzzled me closer, taking its sick pleasure out of me. Impossibly it seemed to pull me closer...and lower and lower I sank into the depth of despair...

"Enough, we will return in one hour, if you want to experience that again...then be silent, if not then talk. But I enjoy your screams." Voldemort hissed out, and the Dementor left, but I was still cold.

Remember...no wand...no wand...animal...yes...

Remus/Moony:

She was close...I could tell yet I saw nothing, nothing at all. I clutched a mirror in my paw, and checked my eyes every few minutes of walking, they were glowing...brighter, brighter, brighter.

She was near by...but I never saw her. There was nothing here, a few old newspapers collecting dust...old cars that were dead, and well old.

Shes not here...

She has to be, I sense her, as do you...we just don't see her.

Oh how I wished I could hold her in my arms again, cuddle close to her...tell her everything I had hid from her...but alas...I never got the chance. Never got the chance.

We will find her, we will never give up...now stop punishing yourself, it wasn't your thought.

I know...its just so hard.

I felt Moony take over for a minute, he prowled though the long tall spurts of grass that grew in only a few places, he sniffed though his nose, searching...not looking with his eyes.

Then..there there it was...a whiff, so small...but it was...it was Hermione.

We found it! Shes here somewhere!

Yes, but we still don't know where.

We followed the smell, closer and closer, that's when my nose hit something...and I felt a familer pull at my navel...

I didn't know where I was...and neither did Moony, but no one was here...so we quickly changed back, and I conjured up some clothing, Dumbledore had finally taught me how.

That's when He entered.

Voldemort:

Something was transported here, and it wasn't a death eater, I would of known if it was.

I hurried towards the portkey (A/N Is that spelled right?) arrival room...and there it was, no it was not a death eater, it was a student from Hogworts...the one that was a werewolf...perfect.

The full moon was in 3 days.

Hermione:

I heard the cell door open, but I never bothered to look at it anymore, it had been a hour, I shuddered as I remembered the coldness of the Dementor, its cold hands, it still lingered in me.

But, nothing, it wasn't cold.

I turned to look...and the sight that greeted me...Remus...

Remus:

There she was, as beautiful as ever, sweet Hermione. I gazed at her hungerly, remembering what she looked like, everything.

I was roughly felt over before I arrived here, checking for magical items, luckily all they found was my wand, I could not afford to lose the coin that I had, I had hidden it in my shaggy blonde hair, luckily for me I was able to do that.

As soon as she saw me her eyes lit up...but then they died.

I was thrown in and the cell door closed.

"This is a cruel trick to throw upon me. Get away demon." She said quietly.

I walked closer, I couldn't help it.

"Get away before I make you."

"Hermione." One word, yet it was everything in the world to me.

"GET AWAY!" She cried, and I felt myself thrown back.

"Hermione, its me, I'm really here. Moony!" I shouted, along with other small things so she would realize.

Hermione:

It was him, it really was him...

I broke down crying, no he couldn't be here, he couldn't.

"No, no, you can't be here no. No." I sobbed.

"You don't want me now Hermione?" He asked, hopelessness crushed his voice and strained it.

"They are going to use you against me...they are going to use you against me." I cried out, they were going to torture him instead of me to get me to spill...and I didn't know if I could hold out.

"They are going to hurt you to get my information. They will kill you..."

I saw the understanding in his eyes.

He came over and hugged me, pulling me close, sharing warmth, a thing I hadn't had in a long time.

Remus:

"And soon it will be the moon..." She began..."If you don't bite me...they will suspect...if you don't attack...they will just keep on using us. I...I don't know what to do."

I realized how dire the situation was.

"We have to attack soon to get out...but...can you? If I lag behind you must escape, your are vital to the world, to everything. If I can't escape you must go. Promise me." She asked, it was impossible.

"I..I can't." I whispered out.

"Why? You have to, you have to."

"I can't leave my mate again."

"Then...then I'm not your mate. I reject you. I reject you, I do not love you, I reject you." She said...and I felt my heart break. If we couldn't get away...I knew Moony would now attack.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, I could tell she felt it to. We were broken...we were gone...we were nothing, only with those words.

Hermione:

I pulled myself away from him, and left him. I had to be firm, I had to be final. But I loved him so much, yes, with as much time I have had in here...I realized it. I loved him with all my heart, everything...I was nothing without him...but if I could save him...I would.

"I have something to tell you Hermione...you are my cure...your love it was, either way you will never get home...I'm...I'm sorry I can't help you."

I was never going home...

But then again, I think I had realized that. I was never going home, I was never going to see Harry...or Ron...anyone I cared about...for years.

That's not your mission Hermione, you do your mission, who cares, your here for one reason...and you will execute that reason no matter what...even if it cost you your love...

Focus...concentrate...practice.

I started calling rocks to me again. And it worked. I just needed to learn how to be more powerful.

Moony:

Hermione Granger was going to die for breaking his heart...she was going to die.

Uh...oh...seems Moony is a little mad...not good is that? Anyways, I still want to know, please vote by reveiwing, Happy? Sad? Both? Will update asap.

Raevyin