The house was quiet. Tonks must be asleep, Hermione thought, glancing at the grandfather clock. It read 1:20, but Hermione wasn't tired. Hermione stood and stretched her arms wide. She felt like a prisoner whose visitors were rare and whose jail was vast and deathly quiet. (The last time she had had news was the news of Mr. Weasley discovery.) She was tired of the stale, almost crusty smell of the House of Black. Hermione crept to the window and looked outside. Everything looked so inviting, the streets so peaceful, so still…
It was too much for her; Hermione pulled on a jean jacket and walked outside. She took in a deep, cleansing breath. It felt good to breathe normally again. The air was clean and crisp and it made Hermione smile. She skipped happily down the steps and down the street. The moon shown brightly and illuminated her face as she looked up at its full face; the stars winked in a welcoming way to her. It's been too long, Hermione though as she past the park. Every thing was so quiet…
Someone's strong grip took hold of Hermione's shoulder; she tried to turn to see them but the person held her in place.
"I've been waiting for you," a cold voice whispered in her ear. Chills ran down Hermione's back and down to her feet. Her hands became clammy and moist with sweat and her breathing became shallow.
"I know you want you're precious Weasley back, so listen closely. We've had him for far too long and I am tired of him. You meet me here tomorrow at this same time and you'll get him back. Granger, you don't show up, he dies. This is your only chance. I'd think it wise you show up…alone." The man shoved her forward into the street and disappeared with a loud crack. Hermione whirled around, her heart beating unnaturally fast, fearful tears trickling down her pale face. She gulped loudly as she walked steadily and quickly down the street back to 12 Grimmauld Place….
Hermione quietly latched the front door. The house was still quiet.
"Hermione?" Hermione jumped and let out a tiny shriek. She turned to a dreary eyed Tonks. "Wassamater?"
"Oh, sorry Tonks, you scared me for a sec," Hermione said placing a hand on her forehead.
"Hermione, have you been…why…Hermione, what's wrong?" Tonks said in a concerned voice, stepping forward and wiping the steady tears from her cheeks. Hermione's lip trembled.
"Oh, Tonks, they've got Ron!" Hermione wailed, throwing herself into Tonk's arms.
"What are you talking about 'Mione? Where is this coming from?" Hermione took a deep breath.
"Well, I-I had stepped out for a bit of air and…"
A/N: so, what do y'all think? review if you really liked it, or if you sorta liked it, or if you hated it, or if you just wanna say how much it sucked, just review it!